I was saddened to learn today that
Patrick Swayze has pancreatic
cancer and
may not have much time left. Damn. Some of my favorite films include the be-mulleted Mr.
Swayze. Whether he was
waging a guerrilla war versus the Soviets in
Red Dawn,
kicking some drunk redneck ass in
Road House,
robbing banks and surfing the edge in
Point Break or
pulling Baby out of her corner in
Dirty Dancing,
Patrick Swayze taught a generation American boys how to be men. So, in order to honor his struggle to beat
cancer, I have created some
Save Swayze gear. Fuck you,
Patrick Swayze's pancreatic
cancer.
Update: Upon the creation of my
Save Swayze gear,
Cafe Press immediately flagged and took down the shop items due to a violation of their
content usage policy. My infraction of
Cafe Press's
content usage policy makes even more sense after viewing nearly
30,000 Barack Obama illustrative likeness designs. In short,
Cafe Press sucks.
Labels: disease, movies, pop culture
