When I heard the news that Jesse Helms had died, I was working at an emissions testing center, actually driving a car on the dynamometer at the time. I didn’t interrupt the test, of course, but I did give a loud “YES!” and left forth with a grin. I’m glad the car passed, because I’m pretty sure the patron saw me and I’d have hated for them to ask questions about it or to think I had been happy about their car failing. (By the time I was back to the patron, I’d shifted back to “professional” mode anyway.)
Why yes, I will celebrate when horrible, harmful people die. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.
