Screw You, Cindy Sheehan

This is hat tipped to Emperor Darth Misha I, of the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler.

And just because it is so damn awesome, I am reposting it here, because it improves the property value of my cheap dive.

Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News
The night before the burial of her husband’s body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of ‘Cat,’ and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted.”

This is what someone who is mourning a loved one does. Not go globetrotting and become a media attention whore, like certain unhinged moonbats who shall remain nameless but their initials are Cindy Sheehan. This is how you honor a memory. Pay tribute to a life, and grieve. And it makes me cry, dammit.

Look and be ashamed, Ms. Sheehan – you aren’t even a pimple on this woman’s ass.

They shall not grow old as

We that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them,

Nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun

And in the morning we

Will remember them.

– Lawrence Binyon.

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