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[Ahem] Nobody puts Swayze in the coroner.

He seemed like a nice guy.

Fuck you cancer.

Just rewatched Donnie Darko last night - he was so wonderfully skeezy in that.

I second the fuck you to cancer.

Damn. Pajiba just broke the news to me. Sadness.

RIP.

And yeah, fuck you cancer.

WOLVERINES!

Very sad news. Thoughts with friends, family, and fans.

Fuck you cancer.

And bless you, Swayze. Rest in peace.

ohhh sad face... you'll be forever young to me Swayze baby.

And cancer - take yourself and your pony and fuck off outta here

RIP, Mijo.

I was kinda partial to the post-apocalyptic Steel Dawn (Swayze as a sword-wielding nomad), back in the day.
That would be one of the bad movies... but bad in a cheesy-goodness kinda way.

"He lives to get radical."

RIP Swayze

RIP Swayze. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go piss in someone's radiator.

Best to his family. He seemed like a class act, I'm really saddened by this.

Fuck you cancer. Sums it up nice.

*sigh*.

I am sad. Don't have a whole lot of words to say other than that. I think the "Fuck Cancer" sentiment fits nicely.

Oh Johnny Castle. You're wild....you're WILD!

I was always moved by how lovingly he spoke of his wife of 34 years. Amazing really.

Will have to have a Point Break/Road House/Next of Kin marathon this weekend.

And I will agree as well. Fuck you, cancer.

Oh my God, I had no idea...

I watched Dirty Dancing a week ago, and it continued to thrill me as the very first time I saw it in the mid-nineties. That movie is timeless, and so is Patrick Swayze.

RIP, Patrick.

Not since Michael Landon died have we mourned such a glorious mullet.

How come no one remembers he was in the Outsiders? And he taught John Travolta to dance? Rest in peace Johnny Bodhi Sam Dalton...

And Poultice, you a baaaad person!

But I laughed.

5% not #5

Gotta say he was the most watchable part of his movies. No matter how shitty the dialogue he always made his part believable.

I love Dirty Dancing but got the lines are bad, anyone else in the role would have fucked it up. Ditto for Roadhouse, Point Blank, Next of Kin, etc. Every movie he was in, he was the best thing about the movie.

I feelbad for his wife they were together for 38 years, poor lady. He also wasn't a cheater, I respected that about him.

RIP

We'll be pouring out some AquaNet for our fallen brother mullet later this week. Good, bad or indifferent I still have to give the man endless props for Too Wong Foo...that movie was a head of it's time.

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WHY COULDN'T IT BE ROWLES? WHYYYYYYYY!!!!????

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OR TK?!?!? HE'S A DOUCHEBAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???

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oh wait!!!

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there is no GOD.

Dear John Cameron Swayze:

I sincerely hope that neither you or anyone that you love and care for are ever touched by cancer.
I hope that you never lay strapped on a table with an iv in your arm waiting for a doctor to come back with the test results that will or, if you're lucky, will not say that you have cancer. I hope that you never have to listen to and watch someone suffer a slow hideous death from this ravenous killer that devours your loved ones from the inside out.
I hope that you never have to endure the pain of radiation treatments and/or the misery of chemotherapy.
I genuinely hope all of this for you, John Cameron Swayze.
Please, sleep well.

To say that Swayze's work had an impact on my life would be an understatement...

I still long for the day that I can have a son that I can name Orry Maine Smith, after "North and South."

I still get drunk with friends and dance and inevitably do the "this is my dance space, this is your dance space" bit, not to mention laughing at every "how do you call your lover boy?" spoof I've ever seen.

I still bond with my baby sister over our first mutual boy crush: Johnny Castle.

I've said "ditto" at least once to every guy I've ever dated when he told me he loved me.

And I still ask myself the same age-old question posed by Miss Vida Boheme - "style or substance?" - on an almost daily basis.

I will karaoke "She's Like the Wind" this weekend. And I will shed a tear.

Fuck you cancer.
But long live The Swayze!

Can we, as Pajibans, band together from here on out and refuse to acknowledge comments like John Cameron Swayze 's. Responding to inflammatory statements from apparent 12 year olds does nothing to serve the memory or do justice to a body that was taken much too soon. I say we completely ignore comments from people of his likes, as well as any other inconsiderate asshole that decides to pipe up in the near future in this thread.

Just a suggestion.

ashes:
I attempted to fight hate with love but I am now in full agreement with you.
Perhaps we can start a movement.
I would like to see this happen on all threads.

I liked him a lot as an actor, and always enjoyed just seeing him move - he was just delightful. There was a lot of Gene Kelly to him and he made me absolutely swoon and wish men like his characters were possible. I'm sad he died in such a painful way.

I personally think he lived his life really well.

When I was a teenager we'd call awesome physical stunts 'Swayze'. "That varial kickflip was so Swayze!"

I don't care about the people who accuse others of joining some kind of maudlin memory fest just to entertain their emotions. I honestly think it is terribly sad that he died from such an incredible physical trial. There seems to be no escape from random fate, even for the good guys.

extra p.s. to the hate spewers: just let it go. Go outside and get some perspective. Get away from situations that compel you towards fury or misguided attempts to gain attention. Your soul sucking sadness is an embarrassing irritant that only serves to isolate you from the people who come here seeking higher goals than scoring cheap points off strangers.

Well said, replica.

I will never forget my little sister and I practicing the "jump" from DD. WE loved that movie.

Ashes: I totally agree, in response I am posting MST3K's immortal Patrick Swayze Christmas:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZyJCV_dyug

The man was loved! Even Crowe and Tom Servo agree with us!

Anytime...anywhere, friend.

Bring it. I mean it.

A sandwich? No. This is my Swayze time.

Again, he was pretty cool. And I'm sad for his wife, too.

Doode, I'm waiting, RIGHT HERE.

Since you obviously don't have the cojones, to face me in person( I gave you the chance), I think it's pretty clear that this round goes to me.

GOOD DAY.

"What in gay hell?"

Damn.

Thank you, Mr. Swayze, for making me smile damn near every time I saw you. You were a true class act. Hopefully the young'uns took note of your example.

"I want you to believe in yourself, imagine good things and moisturize, I cannot stress this enough."

RIP

Damn! This is not news you want to wake up to.

R.I.P dude. Ghost is going to be really poignant now...

Aw fuck, this isn't something you need to know first thing in the morning.

Cancer needs to go the way of smallpox: made war upon and fucking eradicated like no man's business. I think I'm going to start upping my donations to my local cancer research fund.

RIP Swayze.

I liked Swayze's interviews. He seemed like a good human. He did some good work and some cheese-tastic work, which can be even better.

The rest of this is rather personal and kind of a downer. The net is "Fuck you, cancer." I wrote it because it helped to do so. Please pardon the intrusion.

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I don't generally speak of personal things hereabouts, but the timing of our memorial to Dalton's demise seems too coincidental. Serendipity, the bitch is delivering a perverse kind of inspiration. Why can't she just strip to MJ for me, like she did for Jay & Bob? I am certain that I would be inspired in some fashion.

As for the patron disease of the people of the Godtopus ... I'm moving across the country to help my folks through the six months or so that my father has remaining. Earlier in my life, the man's machinations left me bereft of scholarships I had earned, without sheepskin and possessed of a medium-sized house in debt and spectacularly damaged transcript before I even got started. I was a merit scholar - had the paperwork been put in. Bausch & Lomb science medal. Mathematics Association of America prize winner. Musician. All working at the family business, often over 40 hours / week, often unpaid. Nice trajectory until he kicked me off it. Between then and now we were estranged from something-teen years.

My sister saw the maneuvers around my education, so was more adept at avoiding the same around hers. Yet, taking some time between years to earn the next round of money she ended up with medicated blood pressure and a heart murmur before age 22, both miraculously remissed when she departed that house. The man is a genius.

My father's demise is going to take time and be ugly, and the disease itself won't make half the grief that'll be spread from his using of it. He's already started. His particular cancer has a direct, known cause. Odd to hear "I am a victim." with such energy and joy. Fucking *knowing* it's killing him and he's still happier that he's got an angle than bugged by the hurt or what's coming later. Fucking cancer.

Yet, I'm going to put myself in the middle of that because it's the right thing to do. It won't make any difference, the chunk out of my life isn't recoverable, and the one he's going to gouge in my psyche might not be repairable - yes, he's that good - and I'm going to do it anyway. Because he's a human, and desperate and mostly alone, and in pain that's only going to get worse. Looking out for the saints isn't that hard. It's what we do for the shits - they're shits but we do it anyway - well that's what defines us. Just like heroics with an audience are weak tea compared to doing something heroic all alone in the dark, with noone to know. This situation, too, absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part. It appears I'm just the guy to do it.

So, sign me up for the pointless and ultimately doomed resistance because when there's no chance of doing something smart, you might as well do something right. It's every bit as stupid as jingo-patriot kids getting killed for they don't know what, so ... Wolverines!

And fuck you some more, cancer.

I'm so sorry about your father, Bierce.

Goodbye Johnny Castle.

Cancer is a douche.

He was a part of a generation of girls' coming-of-age. Anyone who says his influence was minimal clearly hasn't experienced the whacked-out hormonal displays we are capable of.

Cancer fucking sucks. He had pancreatic, same as my grandmother, and that is not pretty. I applaud that he fought as long and as hard as he did.

Kudos and goodbye.

Oh Bierce,

I am so sorry for the hard times you are facing with your dad. Just remember you will be building good karma helping him. Showing someone unlovely, love and kindness is the best example of who you are, and we love you for it.

Androstarr

FUCK YOU CANCER!! You took my dad, you took Pink, you've got a hold on my father-in-law and sister-in-law and you just took Johnny Castle. You suck.

TSF beat me to the WOLVERINES, so I'll just say...

Ditto.

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Agreed, if it's the only ballet company in the world I can name, then it must be the best.

He really was an amazing dancer. I am so sad that he won't get a chance to go on Dancing with the stars and show those fools what for. I don't watch DWTS, but I would have watched if he was on it.

For those that like his dancing check out this video of him and wife wife dancing. It's excellent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Y0TWOttkVo

Sorry for your loss Bierce, I've lost someone close to cancer as well, it really is a sad way to go.

I remember watching Dirty Dancing in the theatre with my girlfriends and just swooning over Swayze. "Nobody puts Baby in a corner," a classic 80's line. No girl who was a teenager in the 80's didn't think Swayze was the epitome of the perfect boyfriend. Another piece of my childhood just went away ...

Oh man, speaking of Dancing With the Stars, imagine they did a whole cast of just people from Dirty Dancing?! Ratings bonanza!

P.S. Saw a thing on Dirty Dancing where are they now...Robbie who tried to rape Baby's sister in the woods and then later fooled around with the married woman who hit on Patrick Swayze totally died of AIDS. That concludes my randomness for the day.

Bierce, you're the kind of crazy people admire. Not the 'awesome!' kind of admiration, the quieter, deeper variety. The one that makes them question if they could do the same thing, and know, deep down, that the answer could be 'no' as easily as it is 'yes'. Probably more so, because it's clearly the easier path, and nobody would judge you for chosing that, over the painful, unregarded path of the 'better person'.

I'm putting aside the banner of 'bitchy person' so I can be completely sincere when I say: I admire you.

@Bierce: I'm sending you a giant maple hug from above the 49th. It's not called 'courage' is you want to do it, that's why it's regarded as highly as it is. right? And what is a saint, really?

It's not someone who hasn't struggled with life, responsibility and himself--heck, most often it's the complete opposite. It's not a person who is simply born into some purple-hued majesty and luxuriates in it strife-free whilst some poursuivant in the corner scribes about his regal bearing for posterity. It's certainly not a person who goes around bloviating about the beatification that is due him whilst conveniently bypassing the bullet points on his 'Martyr v. Confessor' resume. We can all pore over the yelloed pages of some dusty and long-forgotten hagiography, with its convoluted schemes walking about in tandem with foggy interpretations about the whole mess. But who benefits there? The purges of Diolcetian are long over, and maybe a lot good people here with us today are getting screwed out of their solace because notions of 'saintliness' often feel as if they preclude us from having human justified--or maybe even not-- and ambivalent reactions.

I think that a whole lot of us have dealt with, or are dealing with the fallout resulting from a tense start in life. Having trepidation about revisiting all of that doesn't warrant absolution, because there's been no transgression. It's just acknowledging and naming that thing that has to be confronted, understood and overcome, isn't it? You wouldn't unclog a drain by throwing goats at it, right? You're just being honest.

Why live in unproductive denial for the sake of appearances? That doesn't help anyone, and least of all you. You can't change what's done, and you can't change the people who have wronged you. We don't know what's residing in a person's heart when the cameras are off, but you can't berate even the most contrite people into the shape of your will: we don't have the money or technology. Your life is too valuable to spend so much of it in someone else's clutch.

I always feel pissy when people talk to me about the notion of forgiveness being a choice--being the right choice. I would always think that that lets the other person off of the hook. But I'm still young, and have much growth to do. I think about that advice a lot, and I now agree with it, even if it's wretchedly difficult to put into practice. The 'hook' is unhinged and gone now, and you won't punish anyone but yourself by perpetually re-living the transgressor's criminal act. How's that for unfair? You can only change your responses, which *piss alert* feels like you got stuck with someone else's homework on top of your own. You did, but if you want to win, you have to correct the mistakes. It's your name on the paper now, friend. I was given that sage advice a while back.

The braver thing is to go into the mine, knowing that it's going to be hot, crowded, dark, exhausting and dangerous, knowing that it's going to be like this again and again. And not even necessarily doing it out of pity, or with a hope of finally setting things straight, but to go because you know that you have to do it. It could be in service of a personal ethos, to bring comfort, whatever. Perhaps you only do it because you're choosing to do what is right, and making it work for you.

It might not mean much coming from some punk little kid, but I think that it is the hardest, but finest act to extend the spirit of grace whilst knowing that you're doing it for something that can't or won't return it. So maybe that's the crux of it: We're so conditioned to quest for the boon, that we (or maybe just I) forget that victory and courage are rooted in their oppositions. To have a reference point you have to understand it, know which direction is 'forward' and go. It's a melancholy thing, I guess. Because all of that arduous preamble work might seem to mar the validity of the outcome, or make it seem hollow.

But it's not.

Good Luck.