Here’s an interesting news item I stumbled across while wasting time being productive at work.
Apparently 6 girls from a rural Tennessee school have been charged with compiling a death list – a list which not only names staff and other students at the school, but which also apparently names celebrity figures such as Tom Cruise and The Energizer Bunny.
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From the article, quoting Dunlap Police Chief Clint Huth:
“I am not saying we thwarted a shooting incident or an act of violence,” Huth said. “On the other hand, had this gone unchecked, down the road it could have grown into something a whole lot more serious than a list of names.”
Aside from the very serious side of this article [1], it got me thinking about which fictional characters I’d like to see put on a death list.
Sure, Tom Cruise would be there, since no-one can convince me that he isn’t fictional, but instead of The Energizer Bunny, I think I’d like to see Tweety Bird whacked, along with Pauly Shore [2] and Dick Cheney [3].
So, which fictional characters would you like to see put on a death list?
Article: 6 Teen Girls Charged With Homicide Plot
| 1. | Obviously, no-one wants to see another High School massacre. |
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| 2. | The on-screen character, not the actor. Unless he’s like that in real life, and then, definitely, take him out – and I don’t mean in the good way. |
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| 3. | I’d just like to take this opportunity to say to the various arms of the US intelligence community that if Dick Cheney is, by chance, a real person – instead of a remote-controlled deathbot as he appears to be – I’m not being remotely serious. Eheh heh heh heh. Fellas? … Fellas? Oh, mamma, this is going to hurt, I can tell… |
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I hate these movies like Die Hard where release after release the lead character miraculously survives against incredibly overwhelming odds at the end of the film. Hmmm sounds like a lot of films really.
Just once I’d like to put together a script where they all die in the opening scene violently and oh-so gratuitously at the hands of a Girl Guide uniform wearing Pamela Anderson, wielding a dessert spoon, jacked up on crack, singing the theme music from Welcome Back Kotter.
Yeah OK I have issues.
I just thought of another one!
Freaking Popeye! I hate that guy! And don’t even get me started on Olive Oyl!
*pant pant pant*
I’m… I’m back now. I went away there for a moment, but… I’m back now.
You guys were obviously bottle fed.