Poor Old Patrick

As you would know if you had eyes and/or ears, Patrick Swayze died today. I wasn't a huge fan, but nevertheless, it's too bad. I always felt Swayze was one of the better Hollywood types; for instance, he was actually married to the same woman his entire adult life, rather than hitching his wagon to 15 women in succession, as is the norm in Tinsel Town.

Swayze died of pancreatic cancer, which is a particularly nasty thing to get. By the time it's detected, it's pretty much in the "you're f**ked" stage. The 5-year survival rate is nil. Of course not many people know anything about pancreatic cancer, because it has no ribbon day or special coloured bottle-tops or worldwide awareness campaign rammed down our throats every five minutes. Too bad.

Now for the reports of Swayze's passing on the news. I betcha can't guess which song they played in remembrance? Go on, have a guess. Hint: think of the most overdone bleating piece of soppy ear-worm rubbish ever foistered upon our long term memories. No, not the one by Peter Allen. Not the Louis Armstrong one, either. You know it.

I refer of course to the piece from Ghost. Urgh, just typing the name makes my fingers want to break themselves. Oh dear god I hate that song. And its playing on the news was just so bloody predictable. When the news came on, I thought to myself, "I bet they play that clip and song from Ghost." Lo-and-behold! How did I know? Beacuse they *ALWAYS* played the clip and song from Ghost when speaking of Patrick Swayze. For the past 20 freakin years, whenever Patrick Swayze was on the news, they just had to accompany him with that clip and song from Ghost. It's a joke. It's so predictable it's not even f**king funny. I wish the TAB was taking bets on it. I would've cleaned up. Actually not really, they would've only put 10:9 odds on.

Christ, that movie's filled with more saccharine than an entire Coke Zero factory. It was responsible for whole rainforests being cut down and made in tissues. But that's not the worst of it. The worst part is, it was the lowest form of bad taste that they play a clip from Ghost -- a movie about Swayze's character being dead -- along with that awful f**king song, to report on Swayze's death. It seemed like mockery, a cruel joke, and the perpetrators ought to be shot. Morons. Knobs.

Why can't we remember Swayze for his far superior work? Like his stuff from the 80's, cool stuff with guns and swords and adventurous ass-whoopin'. Or his newer off-the-wall work. Sh*t, even Dirty Dancing was better than Ghost. I mean, I give you Red Dawn... at the height of the Cold War the evil Ruskies invade the good ol' USA, and Swayze plays a teen jock out kickin' commie butt. That movie has so much awesome they're doing a remake, 20 years after the fall of the USSR.

WOLVERINES!!

Anyhow that would've been a far better testament to Swayze's last days, as he fought like a trooper to whoop the Big-C.


How we wanna remember The Swayz... "Eat this, evil bastard cancer!"

But noooooooo, everyone's just gotta have that soppy, stilted, hackneyed, clichéd shite from Ghost. Putzes.