Too Much To Dream

Michael will be disappointed. There are few people in the world whose deaths I will not mourn, fewer whose deaths I welcome, fewer still whose deaths I celebrate. After all Said's lies, after his defense of suicide bombers and other assorted murderers, after his nearly single-handed destruction of an entire field of study, the most I can say is that I won't actually pop open a champagne bottle.

I share your opinion of Edward Said. I am simply observing a social convention that I think is extremely important.

And I don't want people cheering at my funeral, after all.

I would love to have people cheer me at my funeral. It would mean I did something that annoyed people enough so that they cheered my death. To have someone like the Guardian writing a page of bile on me would I have meant I lived a worthwhile life.

BTW when I was in college I was asked, at least once, if I wouldn't do everyone a favour and go kill myself. Instead of finding offensive, I found it highly amusing.

De mortui nil nisi bonum? What a crock. I hoisted an extra tipple or twain to the clog-popping of the late, unlamented Said. I didn't actually dance the Dead Scumbag Boogie like I did when Idi Amin or eBay'n'Queasy bought the farm, but I was certainly more than gruntled. Said falls into the 'glad he's gone, but I'm not gonna go psycho about it' category, along with, inter alia, Paul Begala; James Jeffords; Harry Belafonte.

P.S. Did anyone notice that that old overpopulation worry-wart Garret Hardin topped himself? He was another iffy character. Altogether too concerned about brown people having little brown people to be entirely kosher in my book.