Everyone’s favorite fifteen-minuter, Cindy Sheehan, went off the deep end a long time ago. She’s since burrowed through the bottom of the pool and descended to Pellucidar, where she’s lecturing tyrannosaurs on veganism. Every so often, though, she burrows upwards and, if she sees her shadow, we get six more months of war in the Mideast. Can I mix metaphors, or what?
Anyway, while she may have forgotten this, you may recall her alleged gripe with George Bush was that her (Cindy’s) son, whom she (Cindy) referred to as a “man-child”, despite him being in his mid-20s, was killed fighting in Iraq. She deftly positioned herself as a self-appointed spokeswoman for all mothers of all sons ever lost in battle. You’d think, then, that she’d approve of anything which got the job of war done while keeping other people’s sons and daughters out of the line of fire to be good thing. You’d think that, but Cindy doesn’t think. She just wants media coverage. This is also why she’s picketing Dick Cheney, a man who as much say over current US policy as, well, she does. Perhaps if she picketed Obama, her head would explode. Here’s hoping.
(I’m sure someone will reply, knee jerking as tears stream down their face, that the al-Qaida operatives being blown away by the UAVs are also people’s children. My response? I know, I just don’t care.)
Tags: CIA, Cindy Sheeham, Drones, Iraq