Gonna have to break my no-Tweet rule again for this one, I’m afraid. But it’s Schlichter’s, so I don’t feel TOO bad about that.
You must honor Sean Connery’s dying wish and re-elect Donald Trump. https://t.co/wktbGxVHiG
— Kurt Schlichter (@KurtSchlichter) October 31, 2020
Heh. I see what you did there, Kurt. A fond fare thee well to one of the all-time greats; I can only hope my own obituary reads something like the part I put in boldface.
Sean Connery, the most iconic James Bond actor, is now having drinks with the Man Upstairs. The acting giant passed away in his sleep overnight in the Bahamas. His loss is tragic, but he lived to the age of 90.
If you gotta go—and let’s face it, we all do—this would have to be one of the best ways I can thnk of to do it. More:
Sean Connery’s style, grace and sheer magnetism brought Ian Fleming’s character of James Bond to life. It was Connery’s interpretation of 007 that helped establish the foundation of success upon which the entire James Bond series has been built.
Born in Fountainbridge, Scotland, Connery had many jobs before he joined the Royal Navy hoping to see the world. Having served for three years as an able seaman assigned to battleships he was discharged and trained as a French polisher before deciding to enter the Mr Universe contest in 1953. He won a bronze medal in his weight division. At the age of 23 he had a choice between becoming a professional footballer for Manchester United or an actor and he chose acting.
So: a Trump man; a bold and intrepid soul; a man’s man and a real gentleman through and through; a film icon; a roustabout and wanderer; a true Scotsman; hell, the guy even sported a pair of tattoos from his Navy years. With all that going for him, seems to me like dying peacefully in his sleep at 90 in the friggin’ Bahamas just might have been God’s way of rewarding Connery for a life well-lived.
Rest in peace, Sir Sean, and bravo.