An early victim of Trump Derangement Syndrome. A disease that appears when you hate black people so much you are willing to throw away your health and livelihood to support a fellow racist POS.
It’s not enough to support a racist bigot in private once you get TDS; you have to go all in.
Instead of going off into the sunset on a bed of millions of dollars being the author of an iconic strip, he died struggling, speaking regret and “woe is me” diatribes into a podcast mic to a faceless audience.
In the words of New Jack, one less we got to worry about.