Philip Seymour Hoffman is Dead

Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead and your humble Blog is sad because of it.

Found dead at the age of  46, we are told.

A heroin overdose, it's reported.

The needle was still in his arm, the say.

The Blog is sad, but...

He is, also, fucking angry.

Philip, you fucking asshole!

Heroin? In this day and age? What the fuck were you thinking?

The year is 2014 and, by now, we know just how bad heroin is.

No one should ever go there.

Especially someone who has everything going for him.

What the hell made you think that you had the right to deprive the world of your talent?

You selfish asshole.

You are in good company.

                                 Michael Jackson took himself out, because he was just so tired.

                                           Heath Ledger did the same with self medication.

             Jim Henson died from pneumonia because he just didn't want to be a bother to anyone.

               Douglas Adams took himself out because his heart couldn't keep up with his work-outs.

""Red Bull" and "Monster" and "Rock Star" energy drinks are killers.

Just say no.

I grieve the loss of all of your talents.

But, you all have pissed me off with your selfishness.

I grieve for you all.

The world is poorer for our loss of you.

But, I dance on your graves, because you didn't give a shit about the people who loved and admired you.

You stood on the precipice of greatness.

But, you let the world who loved you, down.

So, fuck all of you.