Go Home, Cindy, You're Driving Us Nuts
Cindy Sheehan may be a Gold Star Mother, but she’s quickly developing the charm of a mother-in-law.
In other words, she’s a pest. She’s a ham. She won’t go away, managing to flap her lips until you’re tempted to stick a fork in your head to stop the pain.
For those lucky few who remain out of reach of this woman’s PR campaign, -- which, thanks to the liberal media, is as hard to avoid as Brad’s and Angelina’s latest family holiday -- Cindy Sheehan is the mother of Casey Sheehan, a 1st Cavalry Division soldier killed last year in Iraq.
Until President Bush humbles himself and goes out to talk with her, presumably about how he can change his foreign policy to correspond with her wishes, Sheehan promises to stay camped out next to Dubya’s Texas ranch.
Her Burning Woman festival is causing what Sheehan scorns as a “media circus,” though she clearly relishes every interview and every photograph that helps get her message across. For me personally, the least she could do is put on some makeup and buy a more flattering hat if I’ve got to see her every day.
I’d ask if anyone else is tired of Sheehan’s grandstanding, but thousands of posts on the Internet telling her to go back to California are a good indication that most of my fellow Americans also want her off our TV screens and grieving in the privacy of her own home.
Yes, I find it tragic Sheehan’s son died in combat in Iraq. Who doesn’t? What a terrible loss. But pouting that the leader of the free world won't come out to talk to her – after he already took time last year to meet with her and other families of slain soldiers – is rude, self-serving and annoying. It also brings a bad name to other parents who have lost sons and daughters in war. If they choose not to join Sheehan in her antiwar activism, are we to assume they are not properly honoring their children’s memories?
The president doesn't owe Sheehan answers about why her son or anyone else's son has died in the war in Iraq. They were grown men. They enlisted. They volunteered to serve. Not to sound crude, but hey, that’s the breaks. Casey Sheehan took an oath to obey his commander in chief and said he was willing to lay down his life for his country if circumstances required it. They did. OK, so his mother doesn’t personally agree with the war. She can write a letter to the editor. She can work on a scrapbook of Casey’s childhood photos. Heck, Cindy, burn George W. Bush in effigy, for all we care!
But no. Encouraged by the liberal establishment to think of self, self, self under the guise of crusading to end war and all other unpleasant activities, Sheehan persists in repelling people to the point that her family has disavowed her public statements and her husband’s filed for divorce.
We know by now Sheehan’s demands: get Americans out of Iraq, and Israel out of Palestine. Who does she think she is? President Bush is in office after a majority of the country elected him. So guess what, Cindy? You can make him look as cold and insensitive as you want, but he’s still in charge. Besides, you only have three more years, if you think he's that bad. No amount of camping on Bush's front porch can undo the war in Iraq and the resulting deaths. He's the president. You're not. Know your place.
Earlier this year, in a speech at San Francisco State University –- the perfect platform, I suppose, for Sheehan's moody-teenager-like ramblings –- she called Bush “the biggest terrorist in the world.” Yeah, that’s our leader. Since 9/11, he’s made it clear that, one American at a time, he’s going to send the entire population of the United States to the Middle East, loaded with dynamite and ready to suicide-bomb every mosque in sight.
My personal favorite of Sheehan’s diatribes is her declaration that the United States is waging a nuclear war in Iraq: “That country is contaminated. It will be contaminated for practically eternity now.” When, precisely, did we nuke Fallujah? Let me think ... um, never. The only things nuked I see are Sheehan’s higher-brain functions. As she descends into even greater self-parody, dropping the “f” word at every opportunity and actually allowing Michael Moore to associate himself with her, Sheehan only demonstrates how little she knows about ... anything....
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