Kicking the Dead

Image: Anthony Bourdain on Pier 57, where he is planning to open Bourdain Market, in New York.

It was a shock, this morning, to hear of the suicide of celebrity chef Anthony Bourdain, who hanged himself in a French hotel room (https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2018-06-08/anthony-bourdain-found-dead-after-commiting-suicide-hanging). We’d read one of this books, seen him often on TV.

Bourdain hosted a show on CNN and was, of course, a far-left liberal. I have been accused of hating liberals. Well, I hate what they stand for, I hate what they say, and I hate what they do. I hate what they’ve done to my country. To my world.

But even the ancient pagans knew it’s not right to abuse the dead. Achilles was wrong to desecrate the dead body of Hector.

I linked to the “Zerohedge” article in case you want to see the brutally vicious comments and the lurid rejoicing in Bourdain’s death. It’s really rather hellish; I mean in a literal sense.

We’re used to liberals doing this, whenever anybody dies who ever crossed them in the least little way. They hope he suffered. They curse and mock his family. They go on and on about it. For two cents they’d dig up the corpse and stomp on it.

Anthony Bourdain, while he lived, lined up with wicked and ungodly people. Now he’s dead, and by his own hand. It ought to move us to at least a twinge of sympathy.

But no–some of us now imitate liberals, and attack the dead. What? Have we no more enemies alive? Have we run out of enemies? Is there no one left trying to turn our whole world into a hell-hole and a freak show? We’ll be pulling down monuments next.

I’m not one of those bow-tie simpering jive conservatives who wants to take any and all abuse from leftids and never fight back, mewling that “We’re better than that.” I want to defeat liberalism, totally and forever. I want to win. We can be nice again after we win. After there are no more pushes for open borders, transgenderism, same-sex pseudomarriage, and all the rest of that citizen of the world crapola.

It’s the living who need to be knocked to the canvas and counted out for good, not the dead. It’s cowardly to kick the dead.

About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations. View all posts by leeduigon

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