Day 10 at Camp Casey
I was awoken rudely this morning by the sound of a shotgun firing. The neighbor across the road is a vicious right-winger who thinks he can intimidate us with his own personal war-toy. I stepped outside of my tent with the intent of holding a dialogue with him about Casey, my beautiful infant boy, when I was distracted by the sunrise.

A sunrise is a gift, but it's not something we should take for granted. After all, the 18 billion people killed by the reckless policies of the Bush regime will never see another sunrise, because they're dead. Sometimes it makes me so angry that I want to scream at the sky, but remember the television cameras nearby and my place in history.

Our crusade is just. In all of the confusion and busy schedules (yesterday, Oliver Stone stopped by!!!) it's easy to forget just what we're here to do. Sometimes, the heat of this awful place is stifling and disheartening, but then I think of our cause - the need to stop George Bush and Donald Rumsfeld from working with a cabal of Zionist interlopers to take control of the oil fields in Iraq and enrich themselves with the blood of our soldiers.

Soldiers like my Casey, who just learned to ride a bike before he left for war.

The president still refuses to meet with me, though. I just don't understand. The Crawford Peace House representatives say it's because his aides are telling him not to. I know differently. He refuses to meet with me because he's a coward who's afraid of the righteous fire from my grieving eyes.

But anger is not what I should be focusing on right now. It's all about the cause. We need to pull all of our troops out of Iraq and give them back their country instead of handing it over to Bush's friends in Israel.

And we need to protect the poor delicate boys forced to fight from the evil manipulations of their government. It will be a long struggle, but we'll be here until I get my chance to meet with the president.

Again, that is.

Now I'm off to press row. Oprah wants 15 minutes.

Day 11 at Camp Casey
The meeting with Oliver Stone went well. He wants to make a movie about our struggle against the injustices of the Bush administration. The hardest part, he said, will be finding an actor to play Casey. I'm thinking the young actor from the Sixth Sense would work, as he has the beatific innocence needed to portray my victimized son.

I didn't sleep well last night. I couldn't sleep in the ditch, because the sheriff is afraid the brownshirts protesting our vigil here will kidnap me during the night, or worse. Don't let the media fool you, though. There are only 3 anti-peace protestors out there, and at least one of them is just some guy from town who always shows up at these things with a camera.

Media row was great as always today. Oprah is so nice! I hope I can meet her in person someday, but she has this thing about coming to Texas. She might send Dr. Phil, which would be neat, but just not the same.

Maybe Dr. Phil could explain why George Bush and his cronies feel such an overwhelming need to choose war over peace, to choose fighting over talking. We're waging nuclear war over there, contaminating the whole country. You can't hug children with nuclear arms, you know.

Of course, some of us can't hug our children any more at all, because they've been murdered by the criminally pro-Israel policies of the Bush-Rumsfeld war machine. Poor sweet Casey - right before he left for war, as he lay sleeping in his crib, I simply watched him sleep in peace.

Peace.

If only the Bush administration believed in it.

Day 12 at Camp Casey
We've been out here for what seems like forever, and the murderer-in-chief still refuses to meet with me. A few of us caught a glimpse of him yesterday as his fossil-fuel wasting motorcade sped by us. For a few moments, we thought he was coming out to meet with us, but those hopes were quickly shattered as we wiped Texas dust from our faces after the cars went by.

I don't understand. He couldn't have missed us, with our signs and our shouts and most of all, our firm conviction in the rightness of our cause. We have no doubt, we have no fear, we will not back down in this crusade for justice.

The Crawford Peace House guys say I should stop using the word "crusade" to describe this venture, but I can't help it. Is there a better word to describe the nobility and the near-religious sense of purpose all of us gathered here in the Texas sun have?

Speaking of Texas, that guy next door continues his intimidation campaign against us. The PETA guys don't want us to release the peace doves now. They're afraid this nut will start blasting them out of the sky.

If that happens, could there be a better illustration of how war destroys innocence? Still, the sound of the gun is unsettling, like the phony war we now find ourselves engaged in.

I hear that some of Bush's supporters on the internet are beginning to doubt my ability to complete this mission. They are wrong, and I will stay here as long as it takes for Bush to meet with me.

For Casey.

For love.

For peace.

Day 13 at Camp Casey
Folk lore and superstition say that thirteen is an unlucky number. So far, today has proven that wrong. We've had a great day here at Camp Casey, in between all of the mourning, that is.

The media attention has been wonderful, but also something of a pain. I mean, the other day someone told a great anti-Bush joke involving a camel and an oil rig. It was so funny, even some of the super-serious Crawford Peace House guys were smiling. But we had to make sure we were behind a grove of trees when we laughed, lest some camera catch our mirth and make it look as though serious work isn't going on here.

Because, despite the moments of levity, there is much to be concerned about. We at Camp Casey are concerned about the young men being sent off to die or end up maimed by the very weapons we sold Saddam in the 80s.

We're concerned about the Zionists and their influence on the Bush regime.

We're concerned that Israel refuses to get out of Palestine, thus making America more unpopular in the world. Just look at the German Chancellor, who has reservations about our imminent attack on Iran.

Most of all, we're concerned about being seen as just a carnival sideshow beside a Texas road. This is a vigil, and a serious one. Some guys on stilts tried to join us the other day, but we turned them away. We have to maintain the dignity, the solemnity, the sacred nature of this protest.

We struggle with the heat, the right-wing critics and the imminent threat of shotgun guy. This vigil is a hardship, but everytime I think of quitting I see Casey's face and I remember why I'm here. To get some answers about why my toddling baby boy was sent to war.

An aide came out the other day and offered to let us speak with some underling named Steve Hadley, the 'national security advisor.' None of us had any idea what that meant, so we turned it down. Only a militaristic regime like the Bushes would pay someone to advise them on how to kill foreigners and American boys.

I'm getting tired, so I think I'm going to go back to the new trailer. It's got air conditioning, so those of you concerned about my health in this heat can relax. I've gotten so many nice emails from all of you - it just makes the criticism fade away.

Some people are saying Harry Belafonte may stop by later tonight. That would be neat. "Day-O" is such a great song.

Day 14 at Camp Casey
Today started like any other day. The smell of coffee, the singing of birds in the trees and the sharp report of a shotgun. That neighbor just won't give up. And the way he cradles his gun? It just goes to show just how in love some people are with war.

We first noticed something terrible had happened during the night when one of the MoveOn volunteers started crying. We thought she'd gotten stung by a scorpion, but then we saw the crosses. They were all laying on the ground, like the soldiers whose lives they represented. Someone had run over them, probably in one of those horrible trucks Texans love to drive around.

Looking at the broken pieces of wood, I was reminded of the awful destructive nature of war and how neocon Zionists (I cannot WAIT for the new Stones album) just love to tear down what peace-loving people like me have taken so long to build.

Right before he was forced into George Bush's war of aggression, Casey painted a picture with watercolors of me and him in a green meadow, with a bright sun and a rainbow. How little did he know that his innocence would soon be broken like those crosses on the side of the road.

I've been spending a lot of time in the trailer, on my favorite internet sites (that Kos is SO smart!) but I've also noticed some neocons criticizing me and my message. Well, they won't intimidate me or the dozens of like-minded supporters that have joined me here in Crawford.

We are here for truth. We are here to bear witness to the failed policies of this war George Bush has chosen for our children, our sweet innocent dears. Bush's digital brownshirts will not silence us!

Day 15 at Camp Casey
My CNN appearances are becoming almost a daily part of the schedule. I just love Paula Zahn. She doesn't get the same high ratings as Oprah and some of the Crawford Peace House guys are suspcious of her last name, but she seems nice to me.

The producers from Faux News keep calling, but I haven't returned their messages. Why any peace activist in their right mind would talk to those jingoistic warmongers is beyond me.

Seeing the media here reminds me that our fight is the world's fight. If we don't call the warmonger-in-chief to account, no one will and the world will suffer for our inaction. All I'm asking for is one hour with George Bush, to talk about Casey and tell him exactly what he took away from me.

I hear from the media that the cross-destroying truck driver was caught and charged. We were all kind of hoping it was the shotgun guy, but he's still in the fields, cradling his gun and chuckling. The PETA guys took the peace doves with them when they left yesterday. I guess there's some sort of rally in Austin later this week.

The persecution we're going through is simply a sign of our effectiveness. Our message is getting out there, and it warms my heart. If Casey weren't dead, I'm sure it would please him as well.

Day 16 at Camp Casey
Moving day!

A peace-loving Texan has offered to let us use his land, so we're no longer sleeping in the ditch. Nowe we'll only be a mile from the murderer-in-chief's vacation palace and we plan to stay until George Bush either talks to me, or goes back to Washington. I really hope he'll talk to me before returning to the White House, because I think it's illegal to pitch a tent in Lafayette Park.

It's been reported in the news that I don't want to pay my taxes. That's true, sort of. It all started when I forgot to send in my return last year, and the IRS has really been on my case. I figured this was as good a time as any to create a reason for missing the tax deadline. I really don't like taxes going to buy war-toys for the Bush-Rumsfeld machine, but I don't mind the government support for things like Air America. That Al Franken just makes me laugh every day.

His humor is a good distraction from the anger and pain we all feel on a daily basis. Every day George Bush refuses to meet with me, it's like Casey dying all over again. I've been out here for over two weeks, and the only glimpse I've gotten of King George is his face behind a tinted window when he drove past us.

There's so much I'd like to say to him, so many questions I want to ask. Why did my son die? Why are we fighting in Iraq? Why are the Zionists taking control of your administration? These are legitimate questions that require answers.

I'll stay out here until I get a chance to confront the president with my greiving justice, and ask him these questions. I look forward to his answers and hope he takes me up on my offer to meet very soon.

But not too soon.

I hear Dateline is going to call. I love that show.

Day 17 at Camp Casey
We've been getting isolated thunderstorms here in Crawford for the past few days. When it rains, the normally dry ground turns into a sticky nasty mud. The mud reminds me of the quagmire that the Iraq war has become - a giant, soldier-killing quicksand that's eating our blood and treasure.

Casey used to like making mudpies. I loved watching him. Little did he know, while he was sitting in the mud, that soon his life would engulfed by a mess far greater than what he created in the backyard. George Bush should be ashamed of the way he dragged these boys, kicking and screaming, into a war for Zionist oil.

But I cannot let my thoughts turn to anger or vengeance. Casey, even though he was forced to fight and kill for Halliburton, loved peace deep down inside. He would not want me to hate. He always chose love. Memories of him fill me to the point that when I have a decision to make, I simply ask "WWCD?" What Would Casey Do?

Maybe this is our path to world peace. WWCD. Like John Lennon says, "Imagine."

Life at Camp Casey has gotten very exciting since the move, although I'm tired of all these anti-war types trying to latch on to my simple, solitary vigil. I mean, just because I've been interviewed by NBC, CBS, ABC, CNN, MSNBC, Oprah, the NY Times, the Washington Post and some magazines plus my website and the Huffington Post doesn't mean I want this to turn into a great big rally with all sorts of media attention.

The focus, as always, is Casey.

WWCD?

Day 18 at Camp Casey
The Camp is abuzz today with all of the news going on around the world. The total failure of the Iraqi Constitution has us all feeling vindicated - the war in Iraq had no purpose and now everything's falling apart.

As good as it feels to have one's views backed by cold, hard facts, it's a bit sad to realize that our soldiers were sent to die, and are still dying, for absolutely nothing. These people are no better off than they were before - I mean, just look at those houses! Could you live in something like that? One of the volunteers here was a human shield before the war and said Iraq was rolling meadows and suburban dwellings before the war. It's sad to see a country destroyed by Bush's hubris and recklessness.

We haven't seen much of the Crawford Peace House guys. They've been watching coverage of the Gaza pullout. They stay pretty quiet, but every once in awhile you hear the pop of a champagne cork. I wish they'd come out of their trailer soon, though. Media row is constantly taking pictures of our vigil and I don't want them to get the idea we're diminishing in numbers, because our numbers grow every day.

The outrage that people feel over Bush's war in Iraq is like a mighty wave that will sweep through the country until it reaches Washington and washes away all of the filth and corruption there. Then we hope it takes a detour to Wall Street. That Enron mess still has us all worked up.

Because in the end, you know it's all about oil. The price of gas is terrible these days. You have no idea how much it's costing us to run the generators. We'd love to bring in solar power, but those panels are just too expensive, and we're afraid shotgun guy would find them a convenient target.

And do we need those generators. It's hot here. I know I'm here for a noble cause and should endure, but I think Casey would have wanted his mother to be comfortable.

And that's all that matters in the end.

Day 19 at Camp Casey
The crowds of peace-loving people gathered here are growing a bit unsettled by allegations made about me in the media. It seems former Klansman David Duke is now supporting our cause. I tell them not to worry. In the very few interviews I've done seeking attention for my cause, not a single interviewer has asked me anything about Duke or other people who pretend to support our crusade.

After some heated discussion, we came to the conclusion that the David Duke statement was written by Karl Rove as a way to discredit our vigil. Rove (or as we like to call him "He Who Must Not Be Named") is often the topic of discussion here. We're sure that he's put shotgun guy up to his daily campaign of intimidation, and is probably responsible for the scorpion one of the MoveOn volunteers found in her shoe yesterday.

There was some excitement the other day when some of the binocular brigade thought they saw Bush and Rove clearing brush near the edge of the warmonger-in-chief's property, but it turned out to be just some Secret Service guys, probably spying on us at the behest of Rove.

I hate to think of my poor Casey being turned into a mind-numbed lackey of the Bushes. When I get sad about his unwilling sacrifice, I tell myself that he probably always fought back in small ways, whether it was wearing his hat slightly askew or maybe growing his hair a centimeter too long. He would have found a way to stick it to the man, I just know it.

Such thoughts give me strength in these trying times.

You know, Cindy Sheehan has said and done some pretty nutty things, and deserves to be called on them. But this isn't funny. You don't make fun of a Gold Star Mother who's grieving for a lost child, and as a result has gone off the deep end a little bit, like that. And you don't mock the dead, especially when they were killed in wartime. Knock it the fuck off.

John: Bullshit. She crossed the line from "grieving mother" to political activist a long time ago. She is not entitled to the world doing her bidding because her son died. Also, word has it that she was just as nutty before her son was kia.

p.s.: It is Cindy Sheehan who is mocking the dead.

Au contraire: it's extremely funny because the parody that the right tone.

Knock the 'tude the fuck off.

Cordially...

Day 20 at Camp Casey
They say that no good deed goes unpunished. Well I'm sure seeing that now!

Ted Koppel is a warmongering jerk. I can't believe he had the nerve to call me "emotional" during an interview. Usually, those media people are so nice. Well, I was angry so I fired off a letter to the people who run ABC, and they had the audacity to change everything and put it on the internet.

Thanks to their editing of my letter, everyone thinks I hate Jewish people. I really don't. I love Jewish people and have a lot of Jewish friends. It's Zionists I don't like. I mean, do they really need their own country? We don't have separate states for different minorities here in the United States.

That's all I was trying to say.

But again, I have to control my anger. I'm aware that others in the movement are looking to me for guidance. One of the posters at the Daily Kos (a MUST READ every day) suggested people start calling me "Mother Sheehan." That's a nice thought, but I really don't like the whole nun-association thing.

Plus, thanks to Bush and his war machine, I'm a mother of one less child now. My dear, sweet Casey. Memories of the day the government dragged him out of the house, out of my loving arms and into the military is seared into my mind and heart.

He didn't want to fight, or kill. None of the children we've sent over there want to take part in this crusade for oil. That so many have gone and died just shows how easily we can be manipulated by our government.

My heart grieves for all of the fallen.

My mother's heart.

Bush = Hitler

"p.s.: It is Cindy Sheehan who is mocking the dead."

No, it is the retard who wrote this parody that is mocking the dead.

"She crossed the line from "grieving mother" to political activist a long time ago. She is not entitled to the world doing her bidding because her son died."

Agreed, as I said, she deserves to be called on all the nutty things she has said and done. Her political statements are fair game. Making fun of the grief of a mother for her fallen warrior son is bullshit.

"Au contraire: it's extremely funny because the parody that the right tone. "

Knock the coherent sentences the fuck on.

John. I understand your sentiments, but I don't believe grief entitles one to make ridiculous statements and expect to get away without being criticized.

Sheehan is using her dead son as a shield against criticism. Parody and satire is a perfectly acceptable response, I think.

If you want pure mean invective against Sheehan, go visit Hog on Ice.

Slu - I don't think grief entitles you a free ride, either. When she makes a ridiculous anti-war statement, like "the Joooos were all behind Bush-Hitler's war for oil," have at it, rip her a new one.

But I don't think parody of her memories of Casey, or her grief at his loss, is right. She's given a son for her country. She maybe screwing everything up in the aftermath, but she laid that costly sacrifice on the altar of freedom. That deserves a certain level of respect from we who have sacrificed nothing. And that includes not mocking or making a parody of it.

Agreed, as I said, she deserves to be called on all the nutty things she has said and done. Her political statements are fair game. Making fun of the grief of a mother for her fallen warrior son is bullshit.

Grief is private. What Cindy Sheehan is doing is a carnival sideshow that reduces grief to simply another political statement. If you want to get angry at someone, get angry at all of the liberals who think it's perfectly okay to use dead American soldiers as a way to buttress their own political arguments.

Yes, I Agree, Bush=Hitler.

Also, Bush+Hitler=Pinochet.

I was taught that Pinochet-Hitler=Stalin. Since Stalin=Che, and Che^2=Pol Pot, this means the square root of Pol Pot-Hitler=Bush.

We never landed on the moon. Check out my website at http://www.primeline-america.com/moon-ldg/. We faked the moon landing at the behest of Joooooooooos, to distract attention from the Six Day War two years earlier. The fake moon landing, which was originally scheduled for 1967, was delayed by our immoral involvement in Vietnam.

But I don't think parody of her memories of Casey, or her grief at his loss, is right. She's given a son for her country. She maybe screwing everything up in the aftermath, but she laid that costly sacrifice on the altar of freedom. That deserves a certain level of respect from we who have sacrificed nothing. And that includes not mocking or making a parody of it.

I see what you're saying, but disagree. Sheehan has done much worse than the parodies above. If she were simply a grieving mother who asked to see the president, that would be one thing.

But she is cynically using that grief to advocate for outrageous positions. If anyone is disgracing or mocking the memory of her dead son, she is. Were it not for her dead son, she would not be a celebrity right now.

The parodies may be in poor taste, but they do what parody should - illustrate and cast light on what Sheehan is doing to the memory of her warrior son.

She's given a son for her country.

Bullshit. He gave his life for our country. Of his own free will. She gave nothing. All she has done is take a clear cut case of honorable service and distract from it. That's what pisses me off. He deserves better. He most certainly deserves better from his own mother.

By the way, I should probably fess up here. I wrote the damn things.

I made the mistake of going to Sheehan's blog at the Huffington Post and was outraged by what I read. Her willingness to exploit her grief and use her dead son to spout some of the most ridiculous ideas just got me angry. I'm a military brat and was in ROTC for awhile with the intent of going into the military. I respect the sacrifices those have made and I think Sheehan has taken an active role in disgracing her son's memory and letting the moonbat contingent on the left use her son's sacrifice to hold their ridiculous vigils.

I probably won't write any more of the bloody things, as I'm just plain out of ideas. I know some of you probably hate the parodies, and think I'm an asshole for writing them. Others found them funny. My intent was to highlight Sheehan's outrageous use of her son by parodying her words and style.

Anyway, that's it.

Knock the coherent sentences the fuck on.

John,

Got me there. I guess it follows that your sanctimony must be the Proper Perspective, as well.

Cordially...

If you want to get angry at someone, get angry at all of the liberals who think it's perfectly okay to use dead American soldiers as a way to buttress their own political arguments.

I am angry at them, they are ghoulish scum.

Listen, you make some good points, and I've calmed down since making my first posts, because I was pretty p/o'd. This has to be handled carefully. She is a sympathetic figure, and all the nutty statements and political posturing aren't going to change that. Making fun of her doesn't cast pro-war people in a good light, either. Not that I think it's simply a matter of PR - I really believe she rates alot of consideration and respect.

If anyone is disgracing or mocking the memory of her dead son, she is. Were it not for her dead son, she would not be a celebrity right now.

Yes, and shame on her for it. A crappy situation all around.

Actually, I thought they were more mocking of the situation at the camp per se and not so much about the kid...except the consistent reminder that he volunteered.

Not that I think it's simply a matter of PR - I really believe she rates alot of consideration and respect.

I'm not so sure about that. When she made the decision to use her dead son as a way to criticize the Bush administration (among others), her actions showed that she did not respect her son's choices. Her son made the choice to go to war, and unfortunately, made the ultimate sacrifice for his country. I have nothing but respect for him.

Sheehan obviously doesn't share that respect. She's reducing her son to nothing more than a helpless infant, incapable of making a choice. For that reason, I don't think her or her views are particularly worthy of respect.

Her entire protest sits on the foundation of her refusal to see her own son as an independent person who made his own decisions.

Rick: "Got me there. I guess it follows that your sanctimony must be the Proper Perspective, as well."

Okay, sorry, I was in full self-righteous-anger blather mode. (It felt good, though).

Silk: "Bullshit. He gave his life for our country. Of his own free will. She gave nothing."

Yes, she did. Against her will or not, she gave more, hopefully, than any of us have, or will ever have to.

Slu: "By the way, I should probably fess up here. I wrote the damn things."

Nooooooo... Say it ain't so, Slu.

This? This stuff is so mild, it isn't all that much different from her actual blog posts. You want to see a cruel parody, check out the venomous take from Huffington's Toast. I hated myself for laughing.

Every single time I read it.

I love SluBlog because he's so dumb. He sends me tips before he blogs them himself. And he contributes content in my comments that really should be posts on his site.

God love his blessed retardheart.

Um, thanks.

I posted the first couple in your comments and thought about moving them to my blog, but then figured I might as well keep them where they'd at least be read.

No one visits my damn moronblog. And if you haven't been there before, don't click the link hoping to find loads of parody. It's all, you know, serious and pseudo-intellectual rantings.

Sheehan is entitled to her grief. She's even entitled to indulge her grief to the point that she goes insane, which is where I think we are today.

PRIVATELY, or at least in a way that's respectful of our other war dead.

By disregarding the decision that her son made of his own free will, she abuses his memory, and disrespects him in his death FAR more than Bush et al (much less Slublog in his spot-on and rather mild parody) ever could. Furthermore, she disrespects the memories of other soldiers who've died, along with the jusifiable pride THEIR families have in the good works they were doing when they were killed.

IMHO, by doing what she does in the way she's doing it, Sheehan has moved from sympathetic figure to reprehensible, immoral ghoul.

She's given a son for her country. She maybe screwing everything up in the aftermath, but she laid that costly sacrifice on the altar of freedom. Sorry, the Abraham Lincoln rhetoric doesn't apply here. There's more to sacrifice than just losing something. Sheehan's own position can be summed up in the phrase "I WUZ ROBBED!!!" That is the moral high ground she's staked out for herself, and now she's stuck with it. She's cast herself as a completely passive victim of the "maniac" (her term) George Bush. She no more "sacrificed" her son than my daughter "sacrificed" her bicycle to the thief who grabbed it out of the garage last summer.

Any sympathy she may have merited she has pissed away. She hasn't gone off the deep in. This is how she is always. She can damn well stfu.

"Cindy Sheehan has the same moral authority that all of us do, and her loss has no bearing on whether the war was just or not. What's going on here is akin to what went on with the Million Mom March; the MSM is floating the absurd notion that motherhood grants some kind of moral authority that trumps everything else. It doesn't."

(Bill Ramey)

That is entirely correct, although not correctly entire. In point of fact, she isn't a "mother" anymore. What she is trying to claim was lost to her on the day that her son decided -- on his very own natural authority -- to commit his life as an instrument of national policy.

Her grief is understandable.

Her refusal to acknowledge her son's moral authority is contemptible, and borders insanity.

FROM: http://www.two--four.net/weblog.php?id=P1806

Damn.
Listen, I don't think she's WonderWoman or anything. I don't like what she's doing, and I don't think it's fair to the memory of her son, either.

But I believe the Lincoln rhetoric. At the end of a military funeral, the flag that draped the loved one's casket is solemnly folded, then presented to the grieving widow or mother with the thanks of a grateful nation. That's not just some quaint, traditional b.s. It's the truth. We owe her, and everyone else who has lost someone in this war. Her going off the deep end (or always being there) doesn't cancel out the debt. (That's why Bush spends so much time meeting with greiving families. He has a responsibility to do so, accepts it head-on, and is one of the reasons I like him so much.)

I'm sure there's a lot of bitter, angry parents and spouses out there. There's really no geostrategic goal, besides outright invasion of the U.S., that would justify the loss of a child to someone. Most of them, I imagine, support the mission anyway. Many do not, and are angry and bitter in private. That's part of the reason we are a republic, not a democracy - there are some things we have to fight and sacrifice our troops for, even if the strategic goals aren't that imminent. Was ridding the world of Saddam important enough for the U.S. to go to war? I think so. If my kid got killed doing it, I probably wouldn't feel that way. That's normal.

All I'm saying is, "show some tolerance." Dispute her arguments (which are almost beyond parody). But don't demonize the poor woman.

"But don't demonize the poor woman."

Agreed. She is doing fine by herself (though the media is lying about it).

Yes, I Agree, Bush=Hitler.

Also, Bush+Hitler=Pinochet.

I was taught that Pinochet-Hitler=Stalin. Since Stalin=Che, and Che^2=Pol Pot, this means the square root of Pol Pot-Hitler=Bush.
Posted by Air Cindy Zombie Soldier

If Bush= Hitler ,and Bush+Hitler=Pinochet, then 2x Bush=Pinochet. And if Pinochet-Hitler=Stalin, then 2xBush-Bush=Stalin or Bush=Stalin=Che. So it follows that if Che^2=Pol Pot and Pol Pot-Hitler=Bush, then it can be simplified to Bush^2-Bush=Bush, or Bush=2.

But the equivalencies are wrong (or at least not tolerant enough to poor leftist heroes).
We have Bush=Stalin=Hitler=Che=(Pinochet/2)=(Square Root of Pol Pot).

But leftist pantheon is such that (Bush=Hitler)>Pinochet>Pol Pot>>Stalin>>Che (especially since Che is just a poor working mans hero, his mass murders were for the good of all. Stalin too, but his murders killed a few more and so he at least gets placed on the list)

Back to your public school, Air Cindy Zombie Soldier. You obviously failed Mathematical Moral Equivalencies 101.

It was my understanding that there would be no math

Speaking of retards, we've got John here--

Silk: "Bullshit. He gave his life for our country. Of his own free will. She gave nothing."

Yes, she did. Against her will or not, she gave more, hopefully, than any of us have, or will ever have to.

Jesus. How hard is it to understand? The fact that Sheehan didn't like her son's decision is what we call "too bad for you," not "oh, good point!" We don't consider children the property of their parents in this country. Strangely enough, it's the so-called liberals who are against the war who don't seem to understand this simple fact. They're the ones who actually think "make Bush send his daughters to war" is actually a reasonable antiwar argument. This is ridiculous, and so is Cindy Sheehan's publicized, choreographed Grief™ tour.

John is saying that Casey was Cindy's slave. Essentially John is arguing for slavery. Casey was Cindy's property, and Chimpy McHitler stole her property. Correct John? Did I read you correctly, you Slave Morality-pushing turd?

Would it be possible for you to disagree with John without insulting him?!! Jeez.

Andrea's got it right. And I'll go nuts if I hear another leftist demand that someone on the right "send" their son or daughter into the army. If Cindy Sheehan's really a Catholic, then I insist she prove it by "sending" her two daughters to a convent.

And just to return to the original subject, I loved the Camp Casey diaries. I particularly liked the progressive infantilization of Casey by his mother, which has been noted by other bloggers - I think Michelle Malkin picked up on it quite early. They're an excellent summary of the most whacked out aspects of this ridiculous vaudeville act.

Like John, I'm also uncomfortable with a lot of the right's handling of this.

If I were killed in action, I sure wouldn't want my mom going off the deep end like this. But you know what? If that did happen, I wouldn't want people making fun of her, either. Cindy isn't respecting her son's memory. But are we?

I'm outraged and disgusted by the behavior of the media and the left. What they're doing is not only politically despicable, but is causing a lot of damage to a grieving family.

As to Cindy's freak-out, I think the best response is to politely avert our eyes. Yes, we need to address any political points raised in the media and we need to call out the left on their underhanded tactits. We might also call attention to other military families. But I'm with John on this. Leave her alone. Her hysteria doesn't demand a response from us. The more attention we give to her, the more damage we're doing to the entire family. And I don't think that's particularly respectful to this dead soldier. For what it's worth, I highly doubt he would have wanted us to make fun of his mom's mental problems.

Kevin's right, of course, but I am inclined to shout him down anyway. Y'all with me?

Wanda wrote:
I loved the Camp Casey diaries. I particularly liked the progressive infantilization of Casey by his mother

I'm torn because I will always remember my sons as my little babies, even though my oldest son must shave as often as my husband now.

But you're exactly right. I fully expect the next diary entry to evoke the imagery of Cindy putting the swaddled infant Casey into the fiery metal hands of Moloch.

Damn, Andrea, I had a post that tore you to shreds, but I lost it in the ether. Here's my attempt to recreate it:

Thanks for using all caps like that. My eyesite isn't what it used to be.

I don't understand why you are getting so worked up by my suggestion that Gold Star Mothers have sacrificed for the cause. There's a reason why we have the term "Gold Star Mother," and attach some reverence to it, you knucklehead. They haven't sacrificed as much as the soldier who lost his life, or was wounded and maimed in combat. But they've lost just the same, and are worthy of our honor and respect, even if we don't agree with their politics, and even if they opposed their loved one joining. Are are you saying that NO Gold Star Mother is worthy of our honor and respect? Or only those who agree with US about the war being necessary?

When someone joins the military, their whole family joins, as the saying goes. It's tough on them, too. That's why the government and the military provide them so much support. Honoring and supporting those left behind is a long and proud tradition in this country, ESPECIALLY on the right. Their politics doesn't matter, we still owe them a debt. Not as much as for the soldier who died, but it's there. Or, like " ", do you think Chimpy-McBusHitler is full of crap when he says things like, "we honor the courage and sacrifice of our military personnel, AND THEIR FAMILIES."

Slublog, they cracked me up. You could have pasted them word for word in Huffpo and no one would have noticed the diff.

I'm with the 'lay off Cindy crowd.'

A mother lost her son and flipped out, wrapping herself in a cause to fill a void and bring meaning to the worst thing that ever happended to her or ever will. Humans do this. It's hard to accept that, after the initial condolences, the world can so easily move on for others - hard to sit back and watch the memory of your child fade into collective obscurity while your pain still burns. It's not fair. Good people break under that sorta shit all the time. I'm cutting a mother a break.

Ray,

I'm not sure. If it was true that her politics evolved from her grief I'd say we need to respect that and forget about her. But from what I have heard, her politics were well developed and now she is exploiting her son's death to further her 'cause'. If true, this is unforgiveable.

"I'm with the 'lay off Cindy crowd.'"

So we should just shut up then? What about reporting the truth about what she said in the past, her affiliations, etc.? What about how people are using distortions and dishonesty to influence our nation's policies?

Or should we just be good slaves and keep our mouths shut?

If I were killed in action, I sure wouldn't want my mom going off the deep end like this. But you know what? If that did happen, I wouldn't want people making fun of her, either. Cindy isn't respecting her son's memory. But are we?

If Sheehan is going to publically disrespect other people's sons who lost their lives and other mother's who lost their sons , then she is subject to criticism. I'm so sick of this Cindy Sheehan, Sacred Cow crap.

Damn, Andrea, I had a post that tore you to shreds

By the way, all you people in the Lay Off Cindy camp need to drink some Spine Regrow.

August: Not saying there isn't stuff worth critizing here, just that it aint the woman herself - and that's a lot of what's going on.

Her media martyrdom is a product of it happening in August and their own opposition to the war. Sure, raise hell over that. (Bugs me like Nightline's supposedly neutral reading of the names did.) And of course national policy can't really be determined by one person's loss.

But the attack on the woman herself? Skip it. Parents with dead kids are angry, irrational, deluded, and inconsistent. I'm sure if she was against the war before, her life gonna become all about it afterward. Whose wouldn't? This doesn't make her the 'bad person' so many seem to want it too.

I think the 'avert your eyes' sentiment above gets it about right. Problem is, the media won't let us. So criticize the media (what war can ever be fought if the dead's mothers are the national 'truthtellers') Lay off the woman, though.

"I seriously doubt that. Oh, wait -- I SERIOUSLY DOUBT THAT. "

Oh, you were. You were PWNED!!!! I have no evidence, but you were.

Her politics have always been radical. I heard someone in her family complain that many years ago at a Thanks Giving dinner when he told her that he voted for Regan, she stopped speaking to him and hasn't spoken to him since.

And again, her behavior is disrespectful towards others who lost their lives in Iraq and their parents so as long as she continues, she is fair game. She could have easily protested in dignity but instead she decided to lie and screech. And don't tell me that she is crazy with grief. Bullshit. Her past actions belie that. Is Michael Moore crazy with grief? Is that his excuse? George Soros?

The more that people defend this woman the more it makes people want to tell her to stfu already.

FWIW, Slub, I thought they were hilarious.

I completely agree that Cindy has lost all right to be accorded the respect normally due a grieving mother. Now, she's just pimping her son's corpse to get attention. Her cartoonish behavior deserves to be lampooned as much as her silly positions.

John...

Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short!
You might have said at least a hundred things
By varying the tone...

...Had you of wit or letters the least jot:
But, O most lamentable man!--of wit
You never had an atom, and of letters
You have three letters only!--they spell A-S-S!

*burp*

It seems to me like the leftist vampires ought to be easy enough to lampoon without bringing this women into a spotlight she doesn't belong in. Their hypocricy highlighting this case and not the many others who support Bush couldn't be more blatant, and their stunning lack of shame exploiting the dead has surprised even me.

The best way to show respect for her son and the rest of the family is to ignore her (and focus on the left/media if required).

I'm not defending her actions. But if I met her son in heaven or something, I'd want to be able to look him in the eye.

Well, I guess Rostand gets the last word on this one...

I'm not going to let a friggin' Frog have the last word!

A poem for Mother Cindy:

To a Mouse
by Robert Burns

On turning her up in her nest
with the plough, November 1785

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? Poor beastie, thou maun live.
A daimen icker in a thrave,
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss 't!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! The cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

Thy wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou 's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast me e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

Michael, you are such a vagina.

lauraw:

Coming from you, I guess I'll take that as a term of endearment. I mean, being a "vagina" is not exactly the same as being gay.

Does hubby have a spud gun yet? Cuz, I know he is too pussy-whipped to do it without your permission.

Poor hubby, let me tell ya.

He felled some trees out back in the woods last Spring. This past Saturday afternoon he went back there and started dragging wood out, slicing it with the chainsaw and then splitting and stacking it to dry.

Not exactly sure how, but he was dragging a log and was stepping in a tangle of branches and stuff when he started to trip and caught himself by bringing his foot up violently and taking a few staggering steps.

He broke a bone in his foot. : (

We've got him in an aircast but it gets excruciating for him. He's working through it too which I'm sure is the wrong thing.

But this weekend he is gonna park his butt on the couch and let me wait on him.
My poor sweetie.

So, your poor sweetie, who injured himself in the line of duty, doesn't he deserve the simple pleasure of a spud gun? Wouldn't a spud gun be a simple, fun, and humane form of coyote control?

Just askin'.

Ms Sheehan forfieted her moral standing with me when she betrayed her son's beliefs and twisted his heroic military service into some sort of anti-war and anti-Amercian rant. She is a political vampire sucking out her son's belief in this county and his belief in the IRaq war, and replacing it with her hatred of this country and her disdain for the American military. I have no sympathy for her at all. She is a traiter to her son's memory and the sacrifice he made in Iraq. As for the other john who posted here--Please don't allow the worth of a willing soldiers' death to be used as cover for the phony political diatribes of a political partisan who chooses to use her son's death to pursue her own agenda. Ms Sheehan deserves nothing but ridicule and contempt for abusing her son's heroic sacrifice.

This page is called Saint Cindy's Diaries........

When did you get canonized Ms Sheehan.

We all sympathize with you for the loss of your son, Casey, he, like all that serve..... are heroes, whether you agree or not....... your son re-enlisted through his own choice.

I suggest you take yourself away somewhere, maybe a place that was special to you and your son Casey....... and give yourself chance to grieve properly in piece.

You are being used by the liberal slander machine and in doing so you yourself are disrespecting your own son's memory, he is a HERO......... NOT a victim, don't let the left paint him as such.

A poem for you Ms Sheehan........Why Was It My Son Had to Die?

Written by Russ Vaughn
Saturday, August 06, 2005

Why was it my son had to die,

To preserve some truth? To hide a lie?

Why did my country ask of me,

To sacrifice my hopes so totally?

Why must one home give up so much,

Among the few to feel death’s touch?

Why was it my son had to die?

Please let me know, please tell me why.

Your son died in a valiant cause,

To save our way of rights and laws,

To keep the light of freedom glowing,

To keep the rights of freemen flowing,

To keep our tall torch burning bright

Against the terror, against its night.

Your son gave up his valiant best,

To save our ways, preserve the rest.

True, politics is a darkened art,

Devouring lives of those with heart,

The heart to give their very best,

To serve, protect we helpless rest.

But, Lord, we’re thankful some will serve

We multitudes, who lack their nerve.

They take up arms and fight our foes,

Bearing bloody burdens for our woes.

Why was it my son had to die?

Why must I be the one to cry?

Because you are one of the few,

Who raised a son who truly knew,

Our freedom’s price is paid in blood,

Young men must die to stay the flood,

To keep the terror wolves at bay,

To save us all, preserve our way.

Why was it my son had to die?

Because your son was one fine guy.

Russ Vaughn
2d Bn, 327th7 Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Vietnam 65-66