Just Desserts--sweet satisfaction or mere empty calories? We set out in search of delicious tales of bastards getting their comeuppance. We found instead three stories of compounding human tragedy:

 

• The frontman of a band with a name too filthy to print leads a life too filthy to last, because he who lives by the s-word (and the f-word and the c-word and whole alphabets of vulgarity) probably doesn’t die of old age surrounded by loved ones.

 

• After centuries as victims of devastating violence and disease, the few free Native tribes still fighting to save their way of life have their last stand culturally appropriated by a blowhard of such grandiose delusion he was the only one who thought this battle was about him.   

 

• Finally, some sallow English swains scuff their stockings skating on the Thames--and prove there is no real justice in the world.

 

Plus, the guys overshare!