A dear longtime friend of mine sent me a message today, imploring me to “take a break from politics.” My friend suggested I should comment on the death of Charles Manson, who croaked overnight in a southern California hospital.
I thought about that for a moment and sent him back this message:
“They ought to feed a flock of buzzards with his corpse.”
I didn’t say this, but I should add that I hope Manson rots in hell for eternity. I am quite certain that’s where what passes for this individual’s soul is headed.
That’s all I am going to say about this monstrous individual. And please spare me the lecture about how “in-Christian” it sounds for me to say these things about someone once called “the most dangerous man in the world.”
I also suggested that a nation that was horrified at the 1969 murders committed at Manson’s direction should honor the memories of the victims.
They deserve our attention and our prayers as we recall the shocking depravity that all too often consumes the worst of us.