As of today, this obituary of Reagan's deceased UN Ambassador Jeane Kirkpatrick has been on the recommended list. I'd like to begin by commending the author both for his writing skill, and more importantly for his keen grasp of history and broad knowledge of Reagan-era foreign policy, and the price we are currently paying for it.
I also beleive the diary is wholly inappropriate in the circumstance, and the comments trailing from it are making me physically ill.
Ms. Kirkpatrick is dead. What can come of piling insult on her corpse? Of demanding to know where she will be buried so we can piss on her grave, as one commenter did? This isn't about altering the course of the country. This isn't about righting wrongs. This is pure, unmitigated hate for the woman. And maybe she deserves it. I don't know. I personally am in no position to judge. But what is this public display of bile doing here? Is this our two minutes of hate? Is this how we're focusing ourselves these days? By picking a dead woman and thinking about how great it will be when we can all desecrate her corpse together? Is this kind of public venting of our collective dark side the most important thing we have to do? Is it something we want to do at all?
This is not the movement I'm part of. These are not the people I've spent the last years on this site with. This is not right.