Yes, I do it from time to time. Today it's about Whitney Houston, dead at 48. I'm going to have to put up with days and days of eulogies, tributes, and memorials and endless talk of her "tragic death." Well, here's news for you: Her death wasn't tragic. Her death was stupid. She made the decision to do stupid things and died in a stupid way.
Oh, and maybe I'm the only one, but I didn't enjoy her singing. If I wanted to listen to someone yodel, I'd force myself to listen to Wanda Jackson.