The actual sad news

So, Henry Bloody Kissinger is dead. (And I do mean “Bloody”). As I’ve already said elsewhere – and not a decade too soon. In fact five decades ago wouldn’t have been too soon. 

Tom Lehrer, when asked why he’d stopped writing and performing songs, said that satire died the day Kissinger was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. And he was right. 

The gushing coverage is making me almost as nauseous as the similar coverage in the aftermath of the Milk Snatcher’s death or the death of Bonzo’s sidekick.

These three right wing “heroes” (and many others) do make me wish I was religious, because that would allow me to believe they are all residing in hell where they are having hot pokers constantly shoved up their evil arses. Fuck you, Henry. 

And then there is the actual sad news of the day – the death of Shane MacGowan. 

Listening to this as I write.

If there really was a heaven and I was in charge of who gained entry, this man would be playing the piano there tonight.