The Assassin Goes to Valhalla

Fuck you, diabetes. It's bad enough that you killed Waylon Jennings, now you've taken Jack Tatum. A man so brutal, so remorseless that he made a career out of using his body as a guided missile. Countless times he folded opposing receivers up into wadded balls of skin and pads, only to walk away without so much as a scratch. Spines severed. Brains bruised. Teeth swallowed. Tatum left a trail of broken bodies in his wake, and yet it wasn't the violent nature of his career that did him in. It was the god damned 'beetus. How in the HELL can a man live through a decade plus worth of high speed car wrecks only to die from a disease Wilford Brimley seems to have whipped? I am asking you all to look into your hearts and help us fight this disease. Contribute to whatever group it is that's looking for a cure for diabetes. Wear whatever color rubber bracelet it is that stands for diabetes awareness. Make a quilt. Try actually cheering for Jay Cutler for once. Start a petition to get the name of the disease changed to Jack Tatum's Disease. Do your part to make this world a better place.