So apparently Antonin Scalia has died. He wasn’t a good person, and his legal opinions were horrific (I won’t say “stupid,” because they weren’t—I’m pretty sure that even his dead body knows more about the law than I ever will). As I think I said when Fred Phelps—one of my other test cases for “people I could see myself celebrating when they died”—died, I have to check myself, because the reason I held him in so little regard is because of how little empathy he had for others. Which means, unless I want to be as big a prick as he was, I have to empathize. So I will, because as a human being—even a repellent one—he merits it. For me, it’s a non-negotiable part of humanity—you get an RIP, even if you wouldn’t have given me one, and even if it’s “RIP, you bastard.”
As I was thinking about that, I saw this series of tweets that had been re-tweeted by Chris Kluwe. I don’t know this guy, but he sums up my thoughts on the matter pretty well:
I agree with all of them, especially #4.