Dead?

Saturday was a day of speculation because we hadn’t seen or heard anything out of the mouth that never closes - since Tuesday.

“Is it dead?” Someone asked me.

Then there was a photo of him at a golf club. (Go figure).

“Ah well,” I thought.

Later it was bantered about that the photo is old or that it didn’t really look like him.

So, the question hangs in the air.

I know that we won’t be told the truth. He has huge bruises all over his hands and we’re being told that they’re injuries from shaking hands.

They haven’t gone away, and hand-shaking injuries are weird because he apparently had an ear blown away by a gunshot, and the ear grew back.

There are a lot of anxious people who are willing to splurge on the good champagne if the news breaks.

I certainly wouldn’t feel right celebrating someone’s death, and I’m not crazy enough to think that his agenda would stop, but I know one thing for certain:

I wouldn’t feel much of anything.

The day will come sooner or later.

I never once bought the idea that he was the healthiest man who ever lived with the numbers of someone who is in his 30’s.

Time waits for no one, and we’re all breaking down from the moment we arrive.

Perhaps we will get a legitimate shot of his golf swing today as he claims to shoot a 63….

…either way…

…doesn’t matter much to me.