Stop talking about Bill O'Reilly!

Remember the bit in Peter Pan when Tinker Bell is dying, and she tells Peter if all the little kids clap their hands, it'll save her?  I feel like that about Bill.  Every time we talk about him, he gains a little more immortality.

I don't want to hear any more about Bill, about his loofah, about his sexual preferences and especially not about his ejaculate.  Please!