April 5, 2011 is the 17th anniversary of Kurt Cobain blowing his jug with a shotgun.
He did the right thing. In fact, my only regret is that I can't have been the one to kill him.
Let me explain:
In the 1900s, a new generation was born. They actually believed what they read in newspapers, and most of them were the kids and grandkids of the "new Americans" (Poles, Greeks, Irish, Slavs, Jews) who came over in the 1840s-1900s. They wanted to take over the USA and become powerful. So they exerted a people's revolution of sorts, and overthrew their conservative leaders and replaced them with a series of ninnies.
When WWI came about, these people were so RETARDED FUCKING STUPID they actually volunteered to go fight "the war to end all wars." While this is clear proof they were retarded, at the time they were caught up in the hoopla -- they were changing the world like feminists on meth.
After the war, they really had nothing to do with themselves, so they got degenerate. Out of their neurosis they birthed the next generation, the so-called "greatest generation," who got to go fight WWI again because the war to end all wars just started more. (It was a liberal war against nations in favor of nation-states, continuing the work of 1789.)
Those people, the "Great Generation' (spit), in turn borked out a horde of shitheads when they were rolling in dough after WWII. All their wives worked, they worked, the Americans won, there was money everywhere. So they birthed these spoiled kids and raised them with the leftist freedom-versus-Hitler crap that was on the radio at the time.
These new kids grew up, being the "Baby Boomers" (shit), and became the most fanatical liberals ever. It was their claim to fame: if their parents saved the world, they would be the ones to save its soul and liberalize it.
Their kids were Generation X, the poor faggots born roughly 1969-1974. These kids were doomed because they grew up in nice first-world America and had to watch first-hand as it descended into being Brazil/Iraq/Mexico/India/Greece style third-world disorder.
Kurt Cobain thought he was a spokesperson for theis generation, but really he was a shit-eater for the Baby Boomers. He repeated their rhetoric as if it were truth, spouting this liberal dogma with a self-pitying sneer.
Of course he failed it at life. A nominally talented songwriter, he made a ton of money by being in the right place at the right time, but then he mismanaged it. He married a (literal) whore, squirted out a kid whose future is totally uncertain, then became a whining drama queen before one day he noticed he was no longer in the headlines enough and lifted his skull with a shotgun.
He's no hero. He was a shithead. Now he's dead. I'm glad he's dead. I willl be sure to let any mooning shitheads know that if they weep for that faggot. I may also rape them.