Tats in heaven

See- it's tough. On the one hand I think it's pretty lame to harsh on the dead. It's like kicking a turtle, or making fun of Canada. Dead people are bad opponents. Just last week I was infuriated by Linda Stasi's libelous and small-minded spearing of Michael Jackson in the NY Post. Nasty in its own right, but crueler still by its timing and the fact that Jackson has three young, appropriately devastated children.

Still, I am moved to hate on Dash Snow.

Dash, I'm confused. You bother to get clean only to get dirty again? You somehow make it into the 2006 Biennial & the Saachi gallery despite your art being comprised primarily of newspapers and semen? You left a tiny child fatherless, and the world's cools are tripping over themselves to offer you the biggest full-caps R.I.P.s...

Whatever dude. Rest in the peace I'll never experience because I am neither a world-renown artist nor heir to an oil fortune.