So I had big plans tonight to write a blog about the Republican party and how it may in fact be the Anti-Christ. (My logic being that everything the Republican Party stands for (greed, warmongering and intolerance) is the exact opposite of everything Jesus Christ stood for. (Sharing with your neighbors, peace on Earth, and unconditional tolerance.)
This amazing post was going to be entitled “What Would Jesus Do? (Not Vote Republican, that’s For Damn Sure.)
You know, the usual paranoid psuedo-political drivel that nobody really gives a shit about.. Blah Blah Blah.
For the record I had no plans to get into a religious debate. My arguments stand apart from whether you believe in Jesus as the son of God, God himself come to Earth in human form, a human being who happened to be a Jewish carpenter and lived and died during the heyday of the Roman Empire while preaching his own gospel, or a fictional character from a book of fairy tales (Whichever you think, it doesn’t matter.)
My blog was going to contain this image, which I cobbled together myself some time ago out of other images I google searched. I assure you it was going to be quite relevant to the post. (And it’s also hilarious. Well…kind of. It’s also kind of terrifying.)
As often happens, my original plans are being put aside for now to express my deep sadness at the loss of another icon from my childhood. (Which is, of course, far more important than any “political” or “religious” diatribe.)
“Rowdy” Roddy Piper has died.
This guy…was fucking GREAT!!! He was an artist, an athlete and an actor, all rolled into one. When he was a wrestling heel he made people hate him, and oh how they hated him. And then he moved onto bigger and better things, and we realized, very quickly, that his life as the hated enemy of Hulk Hogan was all just a put on. It was meant to entertain us, and entertain us it did.
He moved on to save the entire human race from extinction from evil alien infiltrators, which only he could see. Suddenly he was no longer the heel but the beloved hero!
Piper was at the Motor City Comicon this year, and so was I. I could have met him, but I didn’t. Now I will never be able to. (Which means I suck.)
When I was a kid, which happened to be during the 80’s, for a brief period of time I was really into wrestling. I don’t follow it anymore and haven’t for many decades, but as the legends of those days are swiftly fading into memory, (Andre the Giant, Junk Yard Dog, Dusty Rhodes, Randy Macho Man Savage, and now Rowdy Roddy Piper, not to mention many many more) a little bit of my childhood dies with each one. Roddy was one of my favorites though, and it just doesn’t seem possible that his time on this planet should be over.
I could probably write a much better tribute if I wasn’t sitting here getting completely shit-faced in my sadness over his loss, so it’s probably just about time I wrapped this up.
RIP Rowdy Roddy Piper. You will be greatly missed.
* Fuck you Cat Stevens. (Or whoever wrote that song before you covered it. Ok actually I really like that song, but fuck you anyway Cat Stevens.)