Where Have All My Heroes Gone?

If I don't seem my normally chipper self today, it's for good reason. Last week was not a very good week. It was downright traumatic, and eye-opening at the same time. You see, two of the people I've respected the most in my life let me down big time last week, each in their own way.
Actually, both of these folks, whom I've respected and admired for many years, are at least partly to blame in the deaths of other people. I guess you can see how let down I feel. Perhaps, you feel the same way, because both of these people are well known.
I am, of course, talking about Nancy Grace and Popeye. Nancy has always seemed like the epitome of gentility, a real classy lady, if you know what I mean. But, after seeing the way she harangued that poor woman in Florida, I've lost all respect for her. Actually, I took a "say it ain't so, Nancy" approach when I first heard the story. I tuned in to see if Ms. Grace (and I use the term loosely) was apologetic and somewhat repentant. Quite the contrary. She had this wild-eyed look on her face as she continued to berate the poor dead woman. I've never seen anything like it. And, frankly, I'm disappointed. I expected much better.
Popeye, is a different story. I think he must be dead himself, as I haven't seen him in anything new in years. So, obviously, he can't be repentant. However, he is very much to blame for this whole tainted spinach thing. For all my life, I've believed that you can just squeeze open a can of spinach anytime you wish, gulp it down, and everything will be okay. Not anymore.
I'll never look at spinach, or Popeye, for that matter, in the same light. Maybe it's because I've been a big fan of Popeye since I was a kid. I even appeared on Sailor Bob once. So, you can see, my relationship with the sailor man goes way back.
How many times I've watched in awe as Popeye, simply by devouring his spinach, was able to save Olive Oyl. Admittedly, if I had a girlfriend that looked like Ms. Oyl, I'd probably be glad that Bruto took her off my hands, but I'm shallow that way. Despite her wandering eye, Popeye kept taking her back. It's a wonder Bruto lived as long as he did, when you consider the spinach-induced whuppings he kept taking at the hands of Popeye.
I wonder if Popeye had any idea how much damage he was doing to his legions of juvenile fans through his unreserved endorsement of what has proven to be a very dangerous vegetable. Even if he didn't, at the very least, he took a totally irresponsible attitude...and I, for one, am bitterly disappointed.
I'm almost as disappointed as I was when I learned about Pee Wee Herman. What's next? Is there no one in whom we can put our trust anymore? Next thing you know, someone will be telling me Liberace was gay.