THE WEEK IN SHAME, PART LXVII!!!
1. Time Magazine – You know, it was bad enough in April 2003 when Time reprinted its famous picture of Hitler with an “X” through his face, only this time with Saddam Hussein. I found the comparison utterly insane, given the relative atrocities of each, but this week, Time Magazine has thrown away any shred of journalistic sensibility by DOING THE SAME THING WITH AL-ZARQAWI.
What a bunch of insufferable, histrionic, jingoistic morons. Every surviving WWII vet (and surviving Jew, for that matter) should urinate on their Time subscription bill and send it back to the home office, currently located up this administration’s ass.
You know what, Time? I’ll make it easy for you. Since you’ve shown the logical progression of your thought processes, I’m going to go ahead and make the end-of-year cover for you:
2. Ann Coulter – Her re-arranging of historical facts is legendary, and her inability to write her way out of a wet cube of Jell-o is manifest, but why does Ann Coulter reserve her worst Cruelty© – so venomous that it had to be copyrighted – for those who have suffered the most? Her claim that 9/11 widows are “harpies” and “witches” that joyously revel in their husbands’ deaths is so inhuman that it makes me depressed just to repeat it.
When taken to task (kinda) by Matt Lauer, she did the only thing she knows how: “brazened it out” by being even more mean-spirited and cruel. Fucking Time Magazine even gave her more paragraphs to heap invective on these widows whose husbands were burned alive, allowing her to savage them further just because she doesn’t like their politics.
One of these things is true: either Ann actually hates the 9/11 widows and has no empathy for anybody who has ever had a member of their family murdered, OR she is using the controversy (and the innocent deaths of thousands of New Yorkers) to increase awareness and book sales. Both are such repellent ideas that it can only mean one thing: her heart is a cold, crusty place that is three times too small.
Why am I writing about it? Because her pulpit is so huge, every single word that can be said to the contrary MUST be said to the contrary. The key to living history is to CALL BULLSHIT WHEN IT HAPPENS, not wait until later when it’s easy to look back with a sanguine shrug. When Lucy reads this later, I want her to know we actually had an opinion.
3. The Guy Who Framed the Picture of Dead Zarqawi – You know, when I was in high school in Norfolk, Virginia, the only way to get the “Faces of Death” movie was to venture back into the porn section of Tracks Record Store on Granby Street. Now, thanks to the U.S. Government, we had our very own snuff picture on every website and newspaper page in the country.
When did our standards sink so low that we had to provide such disgusting proof that we had targeted another human being, killed him, took his picture, and invited the journalists of the world to ogle? The last time I remember that being cool was on the business end of a spike on London Bridge around 1668.
But it wasn’t just a picture. Someone had to actually go out and buy a frame for the photo. Something big, not too flamboyant, just the right amount of dash for our disembodied Iraqi insurgent head. Whoever this guy was, he went with a nice pine “casket wood” beveled look with a tasteful light stain, set against a classic Antique White matte. It takes a real smooth operator to frame a giant dead, bearded face and get the details just right.
There’s an old phrase in hoops, in the big college programs, which states “act like you’ve been here before.” It means winning with grace, no storming the court, no inappropriate gestures, just being cool. There’s other ways to show we got a bad guy besides emulating a 3rd Grade Show ‘n’ Tell class with audio-visual aids. You’d think we might want to act like we’ve been here before.