O.K., so 93-year-old Gerald R. Ford dies in his sleep last night.
From the way the media is carrying on, you'd get the idea he was our greatest president and not just a footnote of history.
For the next month or so we're going to be deluged with the weepy-weepies about what a great guy he was. And maybe that is so.
But, Jesus christ, I wish these fucking media people would take a clue from the Amish when it come to dead. It's just a part of life. We bury, or whatever we do to the corpse, say a few appropriate words, for the living the recently deceased is past caring, and life goes on.
The worst part of all this national moaning is that poor Gerry's body is put on ice while all this bullshit goes on before it's dropped into the grave. How fucking dignified!