…is fighting mad. After seeing my last blog post yesterday, he’s sworn to stay online day and night for the sole purpose of comparing me to his non-wax counterpart. You see, at the end of that piece I made an offhand, perhaps-unkind reference to one Bea Arthur.
Today she died. Coincidence? Not possible.
R.I.P., Ms. Arthur. You lived a very good life. It seems everyone liked you.
Posterity won’t judge me as kindly. Because Wax Hitler is right: I am just like non-wax Hitler.