September 9th, 2006

Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

(no subject)

I have been trying. I have been trying so hard to ignore all of this nonsense going on around Steve Irwin's death and just let it go, and part of me is saying right now OK don't write this, go and clean your room because honestly it is atrociously messy.

But I can't take it anymore.

What is wrong with you people? Seriously. What the fuck is the matter with you?

Listen. I don't give a fuck how you felt about the man's politics or what he did with animals (although if you think he didn't love them and strive every day to better their lot, then you're an idiot, sorry), but this is a man who has just died and left behind a wife and children. Are you even thinking about them? About how hard it is right now for his poor wife even to get up in the morning?

Seriously, thinking about this makes me so angry it's difficult to type. I can't imagine how I would have reacted had my father been famous when he died and I had to read and hear all kinds of aspersions cast on his character because some people want to feel good about being douchebags. Anyone who thinks this man got what he deserved needs a good fucking kick to the face. What do you know? What do you know about anything? Nothing. You have no idea what it's like when someone that important to you dies, have no idea how his family is feeling, and how all these callous words are only exacerbating their grief by an exponential amount. You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves, and futhermore, you should shut the fuck up.

By the way--if you think he died because he was hassling the stingray, you're wrong there too, you asinine twits.