Yes, my friends, I have to bring you another sorrowful Friday. Today, I learned of the death of a truly incredible American. A child of the turbulent 70s, coming into his own during the last few years of the Vietnam War, he would go on to become not only a national icon, but a true ambassador for America all around the world. He was truly a “golden boy”, loved wherever he went. During the Cold War, he comforted millions while the world teetered on the edge of nuclear devastation, his picture often seen in homemade bomb shelters across our nation. With the fall of Communism, he seemed to be everywhere, even bringing comfort and joy to our fighting personnel in such far-flung locations as the Balkans, Kuwait, Iraq, and Afghanistan. Those of us who grew up with him, became convinced that he would be around forever. He was even known to be a trend-setter, helping to found the current craze of deep-fried sweets, ice cream, and others. No matter what scandals people tried to find in him, he would never rise to anger, remaining his sweet self right down to his core.
So I ask you, wherever you are right now, to bow your heads, close your eyes, and join me in a silent prayer. For on this day, we lose someone we all knew, a friend to all, a foe to none, and a true American icon.
Godspeed, and thank you, Twinkie the Kid.