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Tony Snow Works Over Mother Sheehan
If you go to the link, you'll have to page forward to page 15. So the whole thing is here.
Cindy Sheehan’s supporters want you to call her Mother Sheehan — not because she conducts herself in a saintly manner, nor because nurture defines her nature, but because it makes her an easier sell. Here’s Internet activist, “dataguy”:
“We should call her ‘Mother Sheehan’ ... ‘Mother Sheehan’ is her title, and expresses her ceremonial status as a bereaved mother, calling forth over the dead body of her son. She is not a person now, she is a mother, which is not an expression of her individuality, but rather the expression of her eternal character: the mother, the bringer of life who has been wronged by state power.”
More of this drivel is elsewhere on these pages.
I think I reached my saturation point with Mother Sheehan sometime yesterday afternoon. I'm going to start working on the Acme Boredom Meter™ now...
This vaporous encomium
I don't know what that means either. Look it up in your Funk & Wagnalls!
Think "too much beans at a sitting"...
makes explicit what many have suspected from the start: Cindy Sheehan’s backers and financiers do not consider her a “person.” To them, she is a useful idiot, whom they will adore until the TV cameras go away.
Ouch.
Reporters get the joke,
OUCH.
which is why they treat her with a wary sensitivity normally reserved for aggressive panhandlers. After all, this is a woman who has likened terrorist lawyer Lynn Stewart to Atticus Finch in “To Kill a Mockingbird”; who has done Dick Durbin one better by calling the president the most prolific mass murderer alive; who has earned the praise and admiration of David Duke by calling Operation Iraqi Freedom a “war for Israel”; and who has accepted support from Code Pink, an organization that advocated aid to terrorists in Fallujah. Journalists
Clearly, Mr. Snow is referring to real journalists here
would rather gargle acid than listen to such gormless
hey, I just copied it here; I'll look it up later.
gibberish, which is why they primly avoid asking her questions about her beliefs. Even her personal recollections seem dotty and odd. When she and her husband met with President Bush in June 2004, she greeted the commander in chief by asking: “Why are we here? We’re both Democrats. We didn’t vote for you. We’re never gonna vote for you!”
So that's why she forgot about her previous meeting, she thought it was a fund raiser!
Not only is she a Dem, but she apparently puts all things under the political heading, to include death and destruction. Michael Moore, her good friend, did the same thing in the wake of 9-11, pointing out that most of those in the WTC hadn't even voted Republican, so why were they the ones to get it?
Meanwhile, she never talks in detail about her son — other than to mention that he is dead. This is not how grieving moms express their “eternal character.” It’s what happens when people get utterly carried away with politics, transforming themselves from concerned citizens into boorish zealots. Her “why are we here” remark does set a tone, however, and those of like minds and sensibilities have joined Mother Sheehan in her demand that Bush alter his vacation plans, so he can hold another audience with her. These fellow squatters include a man who refers to himself as Mr. Foot Massager. Mr. Foot Massager massages feet. Actually, he limits his ministrations to two feet, both of which belong to Mother Sheehan. He has become her designated bunion kneader. The Merry Band also includes Patient Zero, a young fellow with a shock of hair the color of Tang. He has decorated his classical guitar with a sign, “My other guitar is a syringe,” and a cryptic, spraypainted equation: “1001 = 0.” He also comes equipped with a placard, which he held as the president drove by: “Honk if your kids are in Iraq.” The same goes for the cadre of nostalgic malcontents, which includes septuagenarian ex-war protesters, a confirmed beatnik and some people who regularly wear shoes. Their bodies are there, but alas, most of them abandoned their minds in 1968.
That hadda hurt!
The “Peaceful Occupation of Crawford,” as Sheehan has dubbed it, seems a protest less against war than against good manners, deodorant soap and the march of time. Yet the most heart-rending feature of the entire spectacle is Cindy Sheehan herself. She seems to believe this transient crew will help her piece together her shattered life — a dead son, a wrecked marriage, a shredded family. But how long can one lean on people who don’t even call themselves by their own names? Sheehan, taking her moment in the sun far too seriously, recently declared, “I am the spark the universe chose.”
Wow. That's telling!
That might be more true than she realizes. Like an ember whirling into the night sky, her spark will ascend, then darken, leaving behind a peacenik version of Courtney Love — an ashen specter you might expect to see standing by a roadside, bearing a hand-lettered sign: “I was somebody. Once.”
Yeah. Andy Warhol mapped out her entire career path.

Posted by: Bobby 2005-08-18
http://www.rantburg.com/poparticle.php?ID=127119