Not to dance on someone’s grave,  Jesse Helms is dead.

I have hated that bigoted bastard all of my life. He came to power in ‘57 and was always a nasty word in our household. During the AIDS crisis he really earned his fuckmook awards. His office once responded to me that all of the Gay boys deserved to die for their sins.

Some of his champions are happy he died on the Fourth, but I see it as if the concept of Freedom removed him from our midst on this special day.

Jesse, if there is a Hell, I’m hoping that they’ve cranked the temperature up for you. Burn merrily my sworn enemy. I outlived you and your hatred. There will be no prayers from my heart for the likes of you.