Paul Weyrich died.
I am very pleased.
What a piece of moronic crap that guy was. There is NOTHING that he did in his life that had value.
Some people die, and you think, “What a shame.”
With Weyrich, I think, “Gosh, I sure hope it was painful at the end.”
When Lee Atwater died, lying on his deathbed (in both senses), I was pleased to hear that his death was unpleasant. With Weyrich, I feel exactly the same.