you never know. I’m pretty sure that the channels are already looking for the next “GoT” to make some bank.
Paul Alcock, Premier League referee.
He’s probably best remembered for this encounter with fascist arsehole Paolo Di Canio.
A lump in the throat here at this one:
Beautiful music. So young, and leaving a daughter to mourn.
Man, he’s been one of my favorite villain types. He was great in Lights Out.
I loved him on House of Cards, too. Excellent actor.
Not sure I personally miss him, but he was a huge influence on the world.
I appreciate Saladin Ahmed’s tweet (presumably) about this:
There's nothing wrong with you if you have trouble swallowing elegies for people who spent their lives demonizing you. There's something wrong with a culture that expects you to elegize them.
— Saladin Ahmed (@saladinahmed) February 21, 2018
i’ll add this, too:
“I have never killed anyone, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.” — Clarence Darrow
He’s finally gone, huh?
Here’s hoping Pat Robertson is next.
Real talk.
When Trump finally kicks it I expect to feel the kind of joy felt by many Britons when Thatcher croaked.
Trump is tiny rump when considering the assholes that switched from Jeb to licking his ass.
I was very serious about eventually dancing on his grave, if it’s at all possible.
He’ll be in a glass coffin inside the Trump Tower lobby.
He will be protected by a detachment of the elite Trump Youth.
So dancing is out of the question. But if you kiss him he will return to life.
Nuh-uh.