The Death of Kong
by Regis Boff
The stark contrast between watching someone who you love die and watching that same person die if you hate him is an exhibition opening all over the United States today.
When I was little, I was torn apart by the death of King Kong on the Empire State building as machine guns shot him from the biplanes ( the ancient black and white film version.)
He fell victim to loving the wrong girl.
Most of my friends in the movie theater applauded his massacre. I could barely watch. Even in the story’s remakes today, it still cuts me. Watching Trump pass on is the same for me.