For whatever reason, I always feel a little bad when someone famous dies and I had no idea they were still alive. It’s not like they or their family members knew me. I’m almost positive, these people don’t live their lives wondering, “Hmmmm, I wonder if faboo mama knows that I’m not dead yet…”
I thought Hillary been dead. I mean, before-I-was-born dead. I don’t know how I missed that in my 35 years of life he ‘been alive’. Hell, I watch those Discovery Channel docs on climbing. Surely, Hillary had been interviewed or mentioned.
As for Karcher, I spent an inordinate amount of time (about 3 minutes total) in the 90s wishing his death. Karcher, known for his ultra-conservative (read: racist, homophobic and misogynistic) views ensured that I wouldn’t miss him when he died. Hey, what’s one less racist to me, right? In fact, before I opened the newspaper this morning, if asked I would have be certain that Karcher died in the late 90s. And probably would have said it with glee.
So, RIP Hillary
Karcher…I’m sure there’s a Klansman out there crying a tear. Or two.