Charles Manson, David Cassidy & The Final Death Knell For Peace In America

Doesn’t Somebody Want To Be Wanted…

The deaths of David Cassidy and Charles Manson in the same calendar week may be the strangest, yet truest sign to date of the heartbreaking pressure of living in Donald Trump’s America.

This was the final breath escaping the lungs of the metaphorical shifty-eyed, ne’er-do-well white hippie rock and roller with his matted gray hair pulled back into a long, single braid, partially smoking an American Spirit cigarette and shoving the half-finished butt into the right hip pocket of his faded and fraying bell bottoms for later. But later never came. Instead, this hippie sat down, and the crags of worry that creased his face slowly expanded into a smile as he flipped on the television to watch a seeming never-ending Partridge Family re-run. The hijinks of Danny Partridge and Reuben Kincaid bitter-sweetly played as his eyes closed one final time. The death of America’s most notorious cult leader and most beloved teen idol in the same calendar week cannot pass without being properly regarded as the massive burial of America’s likely now forever distressed relationship with national peace that it truly represents.