Over the weekend, I heard the news that a bigoted UNC Worthless professor had been found dead in his home. It seems that he may have died from a gunshot wound, but there’s still an ongoing investigation.
I can’t scrape up even the smallest amount of sympathy. Sorry, but I just can’t.
The guy was a misogynist. He openly mocked LGBTQ people, as showcased in a particularly terrible and bigoted Townhall column. He compared the shelter in place orders in North Carolina to slavery. (Before you ask: yes, he was white.)
In other words, he was an entitled asshole and he chose to behave like one.
Supposedly, he was found because someone called for a welfare check; he had been acting erratically for the last several weeks. It wasn’t anything dangerous, but it was unusual.
That’s when his body was discovered by the New Hanover county Sheriff.
I honestly can’t feel anything about this. I don’t feel bad for the guy. I read his tweets and saw his posts on Facebook; he was an asshole, pure and simple. But it does seem quite fitting that he died as he seemingly lived: alone. There seems to be some tiny shred of justice in that.