Maurice Sendak died last month. While one of my favorite children’s authors, I didn’t post on it because just face it, I was so sad about so many things, I just couldn’t work up the energy.
Now Mr. Sendak makes me sad again, but for a completely different reason. Seems one of his fondest fantasties in later life was to blow up Bush and Cheney, along with their wives, as a suicide bomber.
Sad, sad, sad.