Just for the record, I don't give a shit about Anna Nicole Smith dead or alive. [View All]

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Didn't give a shit when she was alive, except that I thought she was a talentless, sad little shrew.

Don't give a shit now that she's dead, except that, barring the immediate media feeding frenzy, I'll never have to hear about her bullshit any more and she'll be gone from the news.

I'm sad she died, like I'm sad when almost anyone dies - she's leaving loved ones behind, as well as a daughter.

But ultimately, I just can't work up enough energy to give a shit, other than small happiness that after a week or two, we'll never hear about her again - at least not until her daughter turns 16 or 18 and either gets thrown in jail for substance abuse, or chooses a college to attend, or gets some ludicrous movie deal.

And no, this isn't pissing on the grave of a dead person - it's just me stating the truth, because there is nothing sacred about a dead person, any more than they were sacred when alive. If they were criticizable when alive, and everyone is (except Neil Peart, David Gilmour, and Rachael Ray's breasts) they are equally criticizable when dead.

Geez. It's just a dead person.

I also find it funny that so many who claim no religion, and claim there is no afterlife, are some of those who have their underwear so goddamned wound up about speaking ill of the dead that I swear it's wrapped around their necks.

If we're gonna play this immature "can't speak ill of the dead" game, then where do we draw the line? Anna Nicole? Can we criticize Milosevic? Hitler? Dubya when he dies? Vlad the Impaler? Ken Lay? Cheney? We criticize dead people all the time here - why are people concerned with criticizing immediately after death? What's the spiritual thingy that happens that makes it so bad to do so right after death? What do you fear? If you are so afraid to speak ill of the dead, why speak ill of Jesus, or Prescott Bush, or Nixon?