I'm delighted that Jett Travolta is dead.

That's right. I couldn't be happier.

You see, I am glad that people are finally waking up to the problem of young children dying needlessly. For instance, how many children died today in the Gaza school attacked by Israel -- and if you know the number, try naming the kids.

Or how many kids died in Uganda today as part of the Lord's Resistance Army? And if, somewhere you're saying to yourself, that's Africa: what do those dumb niggers know (and if you're thinking that, you're probably thinking "niggers"), check out how many other countries enlist kids Jett's age or just a few months older, to do their dirty work. I see England, and the U.S., and the Philippines, while in the other countries, it is a veritable Romper Room.

Of course, it's not just the military that kills kids. Every day, almost 16,000 children die from hunger-related causes. That's one child every five seconds. See if you can name them, and point to their pics in People magazine -- or are they not People?

And then there are diseases: not the diseases that come about because of the chemicals used to sterilize kids' carpets, but the basics like neonatal disorders, pneumonia, and diarrhea. Internationally, about 9.7 million children under five will die from these diseases this year -- that's 18 a minute, not counting the fun diseases like AIDS, tuberculosis, and malaria. How long have you spent reading this blog post?

Now, young Jett was lucky. Vinnie Barbarino could have afforded to buy his son the best medical care imaginable -- he could have bought him a friggin' hospital if he wanted, but for fear of the evil space monster Xenu, he decided against it. Jett was that much luckier than the 8.1 million kids (10.7 percent of all kids) in the US who don't have any medical coverage. Too bad Jett pushed them off the main page. Maybe it would help if they just died on vacation in the Bahamas.

So, yes, I'm delighted that Jett Travolta is dead. And I hope that Suri Cruise is next.