Bottom feeders who wish people on the opposite side of the political fence would drop dead are some of the most pathetic of all human beings. Wanda Sykes is one of those people, for saying publicly that she wished Rush Limbaugh's kidneys to fail. And I cannot count how many times commenters on the Daily Kos and HuffPo have wished George Bush and Dick Cheney an untimely death. Maybe there are some weak attempts at humor in some instances, but they are not funny in the least.
Here at PYY, we do not engage in that kind of deplorable conversation. We certainly don't have near the readership that many on the web who propagate that kind of hateful speech have. But if that is what it takes, that is fine with me. It just isn't going to happen here. Because at this stage in our existence, we don't have anything to be ashamed of in our endeavors. We have no regrets and we wish for none in the future.
I have been no fan if Ted Kennedy, ever. I did not agree with much of anything he stood for and had strong opinions about his conduct one night many years ago, when a young woman lost her life while being with him. But, when I learned of Sen. Edward Kennedy's brain cancer, I decided that PYY would not pile on and would take no glee in his situation. It is not within any part of who I am.
Cancer of anything, in anyone, is not funny and is not to be celebrated. The death of anyone is not to be celebrated either. So, today, I take no pleasure in Sen. Kennedy's death and truly wish his grieving family finds solace in each other, and whatever reasonable resources accessible to them.
Whatever regrets he may have had about anything in his life (if any) is between him and God. I truly believe in the scripture found in Romans 10:13, which says clearly: For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. None of us here on the earth can say for sure. But he is now departed from this world and his loss to his family is what saddens me the most. I wish peace and comfort be given to them in this time of grief.