{"id":2575,"date":"2009-07-16T23:32:42","date_gmt":"2009-07-17T07:32:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=2575"},"modified":"2009-07-16T23:32:42","modified_gmt":"2009-07-17T07:32:42","slug":"stop-dying-motherfuckers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/stop-dying-motherfuckers\/","title":{"rendered":"Stop Dying, Motherfuckers!"},"content":{"rendered":"

$\"william-adolphe_bouguereau-day-of-the-dead\"$ <\/a><\/p>\n

For the last 24 hours, I have been acutely remorseful about watching Michael Jackson’s head on fire. I watched the video online, and now it’s being played on CNN, in an endless loop of mock horror and shock. Even Mark Geragos<\/a> was disgusted, noting to Larry King that beheadings were available on video but weren’t appropriate for TV viewing.<\/p>\n

It’s wrong to observe personal suffering in such a dispassionate context, and I feel debased by doing it. I’m so sorry! If only I could expunge it from the record of my sins.<\/p>\n

Less sensationally, Dash Snow<\/a> died this week, nearly a year after making me angry by his mere existence, and I’m sorry about that, too. I still think he was a pretentious, attention-seeking hipster, but I mourn his death all the same.<\/p>\n

Dash Snow was 27, and probably knew it was the magic number<\/a> for those who think “Live Fast, Die Young” is actually good advice. \u00a0 His downtown hipster friends are shocked<\/a>, even though he was a heroin addict. No Diprivan here, just the usual method of going out.<\/p>\n

Why do people have to become drug addicts and create such misery for their loved ones and such devastation for those they leave behind? Why can’t anyone save them? Why do people enable them? Why do they want to escape their lives when it’s the only one they’ve got? Why stick that first needle in your arm, you motherfuckers?<\/p>\n

It’s a terrible mystery to me but I still want everyone who knows a drug addict to do whatever they can to lead them to safety. Rat out your friends and co-workers and children and spouses and sisters and brothers. \u00a0 They’ll be mad, but that’s okay. Make them mad.<\/p>\n

A real artist and a fake artist, both dead now, dead as a doornail, no matter how the news media recycle their stories. I wish they’d let me rest in peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"