Ok, so in the past hour or so I have taken a wee bit of flak from people on twitter, facebook etc.  Why? Because I made a few jokes about Patrick Swayze dying. Those jokes were:

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All i have to say on the matter of Patrick Swayze being dead is that it has to be a lie.

Nobody puts Patrick in the coroner.

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Twitter is announcing Patrick Swayze as dead. Demi Moore’s new business said to be ready to produce lots of pottery with a silent partner.

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Patrick Swayze in final talks for a second movie. He is agreeing the final terms to appear in Ghost 2. His agent, Mystic Meg open for calls.

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Patrick Swayze’s last words reported to be: Dont worry, i dont mind being dead. I’ve had the time of my life.

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Jimmy: Prepare to die.
Dalton: You are such an asshole:
Shepy: Bet his advice is looking a lot more sensible right about now, eh?

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Am I heartless? Perhaps.

Is it insensitive? Perhaps.

Do I care? Not in the fucking slightest.

You see, I am a firm believer in only directly reacting to things that happen in my own life, things I experience, things that I should react to. I’ve never met Mr Swayze, I’ve never met any of his family, in fact as far as I know I have never even met anyone that has met him.

Why then should I feel any kind of remorse of the passing of a man that had zero influence in both my own life, and the lives of anyone I know?

Granted, having no remorse and openly mocking are poles apart, however I am a firm believer in the theory that “Anything is far game for comedy, as long as there is no malice”.  I would quantify that “no malice” part in so much as anything I say here is essentially of no consequence, it can in no way affect ‘how dead’ he is, my refraining from these jokes is not going to bring him back to life.

Are the friends and family of Mr Swayze likely to be upset by his passing, sure!  Are those people ever likely to look at my blog, twitter or facebook accounts?  I sincerely doubt it. The chances of what I say reaching the eyes or ears of those directly affected are so very slim that they are almost incalculable.

Twitter, Facebook, reading a blog and essentially every other form of communication on the internet is very much a democratic system.  Your vote is with your eyes.  If you like the content, then you follow the person, add them as a friend or read their blog.  If you don’t like the content then the answer is simple…don’t.

If you don’t like my tweets… unfollow me.

If you don’t like my status updates… unfriend me.

If you don’t like my blog posts… stop reading.

If you don’t like me…. go fuck yourself.

I have always, and will always, say what I like, I pride myself on being an open and honest person.  To me that includes not censoring myself in a public forum, if you are too delicate to read these things then perhaps the internet is not the place for you.

No doubt I will lose a few readers, followers, friends, whatever.  I could care less, for I know that those that DO chose to stick around do so because they are interested in what I have to say, my opinions, the real me.  Not some false, fabricated and PG rated diluted version of my opinion.

To those reading this as their last communication from me: Sorry you didn’t appreciate my jokes or how opinionated I am, however I guess I won’t miss your friendship, we are obviously incompatible anyway.

For those sticking about: Cheers for appreciating when someone is joking, being able to distance yourself from the shock and awe of the daily mail type crowd, and congratulations on being able to form you own opinions, I look forward to talking to you next time.

~Shepy