August 13, 2005

St. Cindy of Crawford?

The barking raving loonies at Daily Kos want to canonize bereaved mother Cindy Sheehan.

1. We should call her "Mother Sheehan". We should never call her Cindy; I don't know her. "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.

2. We should use the word "sacrifice". She has sacrificed the most precious thing a mother has, the life and promise of her child.

3. We should use the word "useless" frequently. The death of her son is a useless sacrifise [sic], done for the vanity of the ruler.

4. We should not use the name of her son. Her son is a symbol of all sons who have been sacrificed for this useless and criminal war. . . .

8. If I was there, I would not let Mother Sheehan talk to the press, but I would have her talk only through a spokesperson. In particular, I would not allow her to argue with critics, and would allow no critics to approach her. Her dignity must be preserved. If lesser emissaries from the ruler arrive (C Rice, etc), these should not be allowed to speak to Mother Sheehan.

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This freakin' insane rant is an apotheosis. The moonbats are elevating Ms. Sheehan to the level of revered prophet or cult leader, or some sort of Patron Saint of Moonbattery. They'll be proclaiming her a perpetual virgin next.

Note also the self-centred tone of the post: "We should call her 'Mother Sheehan.'" "We should not use the name of her son." "I would not let Mother Sheehan talk to the press." "I would not allow her to argue with critics." What's wrong here? Isn't "Mother Sheehan" a rational adult? Is she not a moral being who ought to be allowed to stand or fall on the basis of her own moral choices?

Wake up, Cindy. You're no saint. You're a tool. Start picking your friends more carefully.

(H/T: Little Green Footballs.)