Am I being insenstive if I wish Cindy Sheehan the greatest success, if you know what I mean, with her peace diet?
About 150 protesters sat in front of the White House on Monday to savor their last meal before starting a hunger strike that some said will continue until American troops return from Iraq.
The demonstration marking the Independence Day holiday was organized by CodePink, a women's anti-war group that called on volunteers to abstain from eating for 24 hours from midnight on Monday.
Some protesters said their fast would continue beyond July 4th.
Anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, whose son was killed in Iraq, said she would drink only water throughout the summer, which she said she would spend outside President George W. Bush's ranch in Crawford, Texas.
I have a different perspective, so I make different choices. I had the biggest, fattest steak I could find on the Fourth. If I become a 300-pound, non-ambulatory freak, have some sympathy. The war on terror is tough work, and we all have to do our part.
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Well, whether sensitive or not, I certainly wish you the ultimate success -- if you know what I mean, hee hee -- with your war diet. Have another steak or three. Nice fat ones.
I wished someone ill who is far away, whom we know only from news accounts. You responded by wishing ill someone nearby, whom you might run into in the grocery store. Oh, God, Bartleby, when will the escalating violence ever end? Let's give peace a chance.
Personally, my wife and I will be waging "war" on some crustaceans in that special tank at Red Lobster tomorrow...
"Cry butter...and let slip the claws of supper"
;)
B.G.
Let's see if I understand, now. It sounds as if there's a critical geographic radius, such that it's not good to wish someone ill inside that radius. Outside of it, however, they're fair game. What's the numerical value of that radius? And on what theory is this OK-at-a-distance notion based?
I know -- you weren't really serious about hoping Cindy Sheehan dies. You were just joking. Well, then, so was I ... to EXACTLY the same degree.
Does this mean there's an outside chance you were NOT born without a sense of humor?
You pathetic, bitter old man. If this meanspirited excuse for a blog post is the best you can come up with, then do this town a favor and hang up your keyboard.
I'm eating steaks too, but not because I care a whit about the discredited kook summering in a field outside Bush's ranch.
Just once, I'd like to hear her read her dead son's letters wherein he tells how HE felt about his military service. Mom, the career-pacifist protester, has been bathing in the reflected glory of her own fallen son's honorable and voluntary service while trashing what he stood for (when it's too late for him to rebut her whining).
Interesting that she never quotes his letters to her in which he agrees with, endorses or supports any of her hippie obsessions, isn't it? Yet to the aiding and abetting media it's always "Cindy Sheehan, whose son died in Iraq." The boy's ghost prefaces every foolish remark she makes and every anti-American thing she does.
Without the son, she's a radical nobody. She has no shame about twisting her son's noble and honorable sacrifice into a completely opposite platform of her own leftist, anti-war, anti-Commander-in-Chief, anti-American rantings.
Sheehan's little soapbox is cobbled together on the shoulders of that son, fallen in wartime, so she can promote an ideology alien to the way he lived and died.
I think she's despicable, and I don't care what Texas ditch she lives in this summer.