My thoughts on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Oh, and sports too.
It’s New Years Eve, and as I think back on 2011, I want to take the time to remember the good people…….and the bad. They all had an impact on my year.
A bunch of dead bad guys in 2011. Comments for you will be brief and uncaring.
We got ya Osama, so suck it. Way to go Seal Team Six. Religious or not, the rest of the world knows that you are NOT chillin’ with 72 virgins. Too bad for you, jackweed.
You too, Khadaffi, Gadhafi or whateva your name is. In your case, you got it like you gave it, by the same people you gave it to. I hope it hurt REAL bad. Karma is a beeeotch!
Kim Jong Il, is Kim Jong dead. Good ridence. On to the next crazy family member.
Unfortunately, we lost a lot of good ones, too. I can’t name them all, just the ones that had my attention or meant something to me personally.
First and foremost, Steve Jobs. What can I say that hasn’t already been said. Best quote I heard, was from President Obama. “The world has lost a visionary. And there may be no greater tribute to Steve’s success than the fact that much of the world learned of his passing on a device he invented.” Perfect
Liz Taylor was an icon in the movie industry. ICON. 50+ years of being relevant is a big deal, and so was she. There will never be another.
Harmon Killebrew will always have a place in my heart. Aside from the fact that he was a Hall of Fame baseball player, I had a ball with his autograph on it, that was given to me by someone who meant a lot to me. That person has since disappeared from my life, and I ruined the ball long ago, before I ever really knew who Harmon was. I think about the ball and the person who gave it to me often.
Heavy D was responsible for the soundtrack of my 20’s. I loved a lot of different hip hop, but his music was most representative of “me”. His music was fun and upbeat. Never condescending or disrespectful. It always put a smile on my face, and still does. I think that the passing of “the overweight lover” was probably the first, of the celebrity nature, that made me truly emotional and sad. Have A Peaceful Journey.
Randy “Macho Man” Savage was definitely one of my favorite wrestlers. He was bad, then good, then bad again, and probably good again. Considering the way wrestlers have died over the last two decades, the craziest one of all dies in a car wreck. Go figure. I will never hear Pomp and Circumstance again, and not think of Randy. Oooooh Yeeeeaah!!
Amy Winehouse burst on the scene with a song about rehab. Who knew that it would truly be the theme song to her life. When most musicians become famous before becoming train wrecks, she was already there from day one. Interestingly, that is a testament to how good she was. It’s too bad she left us so early. I can’t imagine what she would have accomplished if she got straight and lived another 50 years. So sad.
Christopher Hitchens. As an atheist, I find very few relevant people who publicly admit that they don’t believe in god. This man screamed it from the rooftops. I was literally sitting in my car, reading his book, “God is not Great”, when I heard of his passing. He was brash and in your face with almost every topic he talked about. He was also very, very smart, well educated, and well versed in many important subjects. I didn’t agree with everything he said, but he always made me think. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.
Lastly, Karlis Skrastins. I never knew who this man was before September 7th, 2011. Although the news of the Lokomotiv Yaroslavl plane crash was all over the news that day, his name would likely have never crossed my path if not for the fact that he and his family lived in Dallas. My job as a chauffeur had me bringing his family to the airport after they got the news. It was heartbreaking. I hope that his family is doing well. He was supremely loved by those who knew him. Peace.
I know that 2012 will bring the passing of more people. I was lucky to not lose anyone I actually know this year. Hopefully, 2012 will be the same. Love and Peace to all. Happy New Year.