The Grieving Activist
Cindy Sheehan's son fought under our Commander—in—Chief. Cindy Sheehan fights against him. Cindy Sheehan's son was killed on the front lines. Cindy Sheehan is pushed to the front because she toes the liberal line. We aren't supposed to fight against Cindy Sheehan because she's a wounded soul.
I'll have none of it.
As you may know, Cindy Sheehan is the woman who has vowed to camp out near President Bush's Texas ranch until the President capitulates to her demand for a second meeting [Bush met with her shortly after her son was killed in Iraq]. It seems that her thinking — or, more accurately, feelings — have evolved since their first encounter, and she now fancies that the President is in dire need of her counsel vis—a—vis Iraq policy.
Being the kind of prop leftist media and activist groups prize — a sympathetic and malleable character whose victim credentials are beyond reproach — such entities have seized upon her story and made her the poster—girl for hate—anything—remotely—conservative—no—matter—what activism. Thus, she has become the latest of a new breed of political animal: the Grieving Activist.
I know, alas, I must be a real ogre to not feel compelled to cast my lot with the compassion—