I’ve addressed this issue before, but this tweet by John Aravosis really pisses me off:
Sure, he’s in the tank for Clinton, and I’ve written many times how there are good reasons to be for and against either Clinton or Sanders. But I have no tolerance for bullshit arguments, especially when it comes to the dead.
Steve Silverman had the best retort:
Serious answer: Yes, I do remember. I was against the Iraq War, and people like me were called traitors.
If you don’t remember where you stood on the Iraq War, trust me, you were for it when it mattered. Because the minority of us who opposed that stupid war were called traitors, quislings, and weaklings, even though we were right for the right reasons (albeit not Very Serious Reasons). And for some, this is not and was not an abstract cause–the consequences are very concrete and real:
What I don’t understand is how so many left-leaning types who were vehemently against Iraq are suddenly willing to let bygones be bygones. Some people aren’t really in a position to do that. They have to live with the consequences of that shitty war every damn day.
It is a form of privilege to be able to ‘move on’ and argue there should be no consequences of supporting the biggest foreign policy mistake in the last couple of decades. It’s revolting. Forget ‘checking your privilege’: check your fucking humanity–to see if it’s still there.
I will support Clinton in the general election because she will be better than any Republican–I’ve done worse. But why some would so eagerly and happily support a warmonger when there is someone else who got it right as an alternative escapes me.
Because the reality was like this:
The soldier’s girlfriend, who was weeping quietly in the cold rain, had more sense than all her purported betters in this city.
Informed that the mayor of New York had just made a huge and bold move on the White House and asked for citizenship for her dead soldier, who was a Dominican, she said at the wake, “What good is it now? He can’t use it.”
He sure can’t. He was Private Luis Moreno. He was 19 years old. They were loading him in his box into a hearse for the ride to a cemetery forever.
She also had a question: “Why is he dead?”
She is Jessica Corporan and she is 18 and was going to marry him when he got back from Iraq. If you are going to have your heart broken, 18 is not the easiest age to evade pain, and she showed it on Friday.
Mayor Bloomberg was proud that he sent a hand-delivered note to President Bush requesting citizenship posthumously for Private Moreno.
The idea wilted in the noisy steam coming out of the radiators in St. Francis of Assisi church on Shakespeare Avenue in the Bronx.
I realize anything remotely resembling the truth is the first casualty of presidential campaigns, but one of the few good moments of the last couple of decades was when the majority of House and Senate Democrats opposed the Iraq War.
Don’t you dare fucking trivialize it.