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I was taken by surprise this morning when I woke up to learn that Ryan Dunn had been in a fatal car crash. The news was broken (or at least confirmed) by April Margera, the mother of fellow “Jackass” and “CKY” star Bam Margera, on the Preston and Steve radio show. In the beginning, we knew very little other than that he ran his Porsche off of the road, through about 40 yards of trees, and the vehicle burst into flames.
Later, we found out that he had been out drinking (though the Barnaby’s bar manager in West Chester claims that Dunn didn’t appear drunk) and, when jumping behind the wheel, he was immediately putting his life at risk. The accident occurred around 2:30 this morning on PA’s route 322, killing both Dunn and his passenger.
The onslaught came quickly, particularly from film expert Roger Ebert who berated Dunn on Twitter for his irresponsible behavior. As we all know, people drink and drive all the time, constantly putting their lives in danger. It’s no secret that this kind of thing happens all the time. But maybe now that a “Jackass” star has ended his own life, other jackasses will learn from this episode.
I was looking forward to more work from Dunn, including the G4 show “Proving Ground,” which G4 has pulled from the schedule. His death was a tragic and stupid waste; probably amongst the most infuriating and infantile ways to go. And so it is. Ryan Dunn will be missed. #RIPRyanDunn
The bullshit about celebrity deaths coming in triples still serves to make me uneasy about the week ahead. Who’s next? Bob Dylan? William Shatner? For some reason, the death of actress Brittany Murphy has really got me in a shitty mood.
She was a celebrity that happened to be somewhere on my list of hottest actresses, but that’s only half of it. She’s starred in some pretty kick-ass movies (along with some extremely shitty ones), but that’s only another 1/4.
Brittany Murphy’s death this morning was shocking. Like Heath Ledger, she was found dead due to unknown circumstances. According to TMZ, her mother discovered her in the shower. She went into full cardiac arrest and was pronounced D.O.A. at the hospital. Fuck.
My feeling is that it was probably some serious overdosing going on; but that’s just speculation, and as of now, there is no evidence to support it…but, come on…look at her husband for fuck’s sake…
At least I know that someone else cares. Shortly after the news broke, her super-stud-famous-fucking ex-boyfriend Ashton Kutcher posted on Twitter:
It’s a nice, sentimental goodbye to a good friend, heartbreakingly soiled by the use of the word “2day.” Sometimes, I guess there just aren’t enough characters.
Murphy was one of those actresses that I never really missed when she wasn’t around, but now that I know she’s gone for good, I find myself heartbroken, wishing she could’ve lasted long enough to make a Just Married 2.
…at least Ashton Kutcher would have something else to talk about besides where he gets such “radical” sandwiches.
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Farrah Fawcett has no doubt outlived her usefulness, and now she expects all of us to suffer with her.
It’s a horrible thing to have Cancer. I don’t wish it on anyone; and, though I don’t have any immediate experience with it, I am aware and sympathetic to the damage and heartbreak it can bring to any household.
(I’m actually attending a Breast Cancer Benefit tomorrow evening…but that’s beside the point)
Having a positive attitude and a sense of humor about the situation is important…and it tends to help the patient significantly. Farrah Fawcett, I feel, is not one of those people.
She’s neither a fighter, nor is she someone who deserves her own television special in any way, shape, or form. What has she done? Undoubtedly less than even Paris Hilton.
In one of her public statements, she said, “Three words I never thought I would hear are malignant, tumor, and anal.”
I was hesitant to comment on this ridiculous television special airing tonight because I might come off as being an unsympathetic cunt.
But, how many of you have known someone with cancer who suffered privately and just wanted you near them in their time of need?
How many of you suffered with medical bills because of someone with Cancer, or watched someone else suffer financially because of treatable or untreatable disease…they just wanted it to be over, for better or worse.
Now, think of Farrah Fawcett, moping in a gigantic bed about how there aren’t enough people around her who feel bad. The whole world needs to feel bad for her as well.
I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve compassion. I’m saying she doesn’t have the right to exploit her condition to make some quick bucks before she kicks it.
Where are the 2-hour television specials for the deceased celebrities who actually changed the world? She’s not even dead yet, for fuck’s sake.
I don’t mean to belittle the hypothetical passing of a cast member of Charlie’s fucking Angels, but come on, America…how long will you mourn an aging Playboy model?
How many hours mourning did Anna Nicole receive?
Keep in mind, boys and girls, that in regard to Farrah Fawcett’s suffering, I am not asking “Who cares?”…
…I’m merely pleading to Farrah Fawcett: Be strong and stay close to those who care. Don’t force your private suffering into everyone’s home; because, to tell you the truth, the rest of America is more concerned about Prison-Break ending.
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