Commie dies.

Chris Riley, the former Austin City Council member who championed the urbanist movement in the city, has shuffled off this mortal coil at the ripe old age of 60, succumbing to cancer. Good riddance, I say. One less liberal in the world is a cause for celebration, not mourning.

"It's time, and I'm ready to go. It's been such a wonderful, blessed life."

Yeah, it's been a "wonderful, blessed life" sucking at the taxpayer teat and pushing your leftist agenda. Go and bother Karl Marx in hell with your communist nonsense.

Riley was your typical liberal elitist. Born and raised in Austin, he went to Harvard and then UT law school. Of course, he did. Because that's where all these out-of-touch elites go to learn how to destroy our way of life. While at UT, he no doubt smoked weed and protested against the Second Amendment.

He then went on to infect the Austin City Council with his "visionary" ideas, like making downtown living more attractive and getting rid of cars. What a joke! Downtown living is for hippies and hipsters, not real Americans. And getting rid of cars? That's just un-American. Real men drive trucks, not bikes.

"Chris' tireless advocacy ultimately led to reconnecting downtown with the rest of the historic Shoal Creek Greenbelt."

Yeah, reconnecting downtown with a bunch of tree-hugging, granola-eating liberals. Just what we need. More people who think they're better than everyone else because they ride their bikes and listen to indie music.

"He's like, 'We're so lucky to be in this vibrant city and we should be welcoming all these people that are coming here, because they're making it more vibrant and more interesting.'"

News flash, Riley: Not everyone wants Austin to become a liberal mecca. Some of us like our cities clean, safe, and conservative. But you and your liberal buddies ruined that, turning Austin into a haven for criminals, vagrants, and leftists.

In the end, Riley got his comeuppance. Cancer got him, and good riddance. One less liberal in Texas is always a good thing. So long, Chris Riley. Don't let the door hit you on your way out.