
(I don’t know Marcus, I thought some of those photos were quite fetching.)
Marcus Davis has deleted Dan Hardy death via AIDS, and attempted to explain away the “Dark&Bad taste” comment by pointing out that Hardy was at least partially responsible for some unflattering photoshops of him. To what extent Hardy is to blame for the exact homosexual nature of those efforts is debatable, but what seems pretty clear is that, at least in Davis’s mind, those were worse than wishing death upon someone. Just when you think he might have realized that it’s a bad idea to get into this sort of thing at all, he follows it up by tweeting, “Would it have been better if I said hit by a car?”
When you really think about it, that’s a tough one. Getting hit by a car doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing as being killed by a car, so there’s that. But if we assume that Davis would also wish for Hardy to die of his injuries, what then? At least someone who gets AIDS has a chance to say goodbye to their family and gain a new perspective on the circle of life and other such bullshit before they pass. The person killed by a speeding Audi doesn’t ever get the opportunity to set his past wrongs right. Then again, he also doesn’t have to suffer in hospital rooms or get all weak and lesion-y like Tom Hanks in "Philadelphia."
And thus has a man nicknamed “The Irish Hand Grenade” plunged us into a philosophical quandary with a couple of garbled sentences. Really makes you wonder what Jean-Paul Sartre could have accomplished if he had lived to Twitter.








First off, where the fuck does a guy born in Maine get off calling himself the Irish hand grenade? Why can't he the American grenade, or the Maine grenade, or the East Coast Explosion or something? Mofo's about as Irish as my Chevy Impala.
Second, to carry on with the illusion of his UK heritage with an opponent who is current, charismatic, and a genuine product of the UK is the height of stupidity. And I despise Dan Hardy on many levels!
Third, you lost dude. No matter what you say or post or blog or tweet about your hurt little pseudo-irish-but-mostly-american feelings, you lost. Continuing on with this exchange of words is useless, and people will (continue to) laugh at you for it. The only way to recover from this is to fight him again, win decisively, and then pull a Clint Eastwood and eyeball that fucker really hard without saying a word. Winning will do your talking for you.