Whenever I think that my life doesn't matter, and that I will never make a difference, I think of Anthony Bourdain. He never met me, he didn't know I exist, but he was a huge part of forming the man I am today. So when I think I'm insignificant, I remember the chef who smoked eight packs a day, shares his love of food and people with the world, changed countless lives, and claimed his own life because he thought he didn't matter. He mattered, in so many ways he didn't know, so I have to matter in ways I don't know.
"Once you've been to Cambodia, you'll never stop wanting to beat Henry Kissinger to death with your bare hands. You will never again be able to open a newspaper and read about that treacherous, prevaricating, murderous scumbag sitting down for a nice chat with Charlie Rose or attending some black-tie affair for a new glossy magazine without choking. Witness what Henry did in Cambodia—the fruits of his genius for statesmanship—and you will never understand why he's not sitting in the dock at The Hague next to Milošević. While Henry continues to nibble nori rolls and remaki at A-list parties, Cambodia, the neutral nation he secretly and illegally bombed, invaded, undermined, and then threw to the dogs, is still trying to raise itself up on its one remaining leg." - Chef Anthony Bourdain, A Cook's Tour (2001)
"Once you've been to Cambodia, you'll never stop wanting to beat Henry Kissinger to death with your bare hands. You will never again be able to open a newspaper and read about that treacherous, prevaricating, murderous scumbag sitting down for a nice chat with Charlie Rose or attending some black-tie affair for a new glossy magazine without choking. Witness what Henry did in Cambodia - the fruits of his genius for statesmanship - and you will never understand why he's not sitting in the dock at The Hague next to Milosevic. While Henry continues to nibble nori rolls and remaki at A-list parties, Cambodia, the neutral nation he secretly and illegally bombed, invaded, under-mined, and then threw to the dogs, is still trying to raise itself up on its one remaining leg."
Anthony Bourdain on Henry Kissinger, A Cook's Tour
I imagine somewhere in the grand halls of that weird hotel in the afterlife, Tony has heard news of Kissinger's arrival, put down his drink, cracked his knuckles, and prepared to carry out sweet justice.