( The Swift Boating of Cindy Sheehan )
From the article:
"Mr. Bush's stand-up shtick for the Beltway press corps wasn't some aberration; it was part of the White House's political plan for keeping
the home front cool. America was to yuk it up, party on and spend its tax cuts heedlessly while the sacrifice of an inadequately manned
all-volunteer army in Iraq was kept out of most Americans' sight and minds. This is why the Pentagon issued a directive at the start of
Operation Iraqi Freedom forbidding news coverage of "deceased military personnel returning to or departing from" air bases. It's why Mr. Bush,
unlike Ronald Reagan and Jimmy Carter, has not attended funeral services for the military dead. It's why January's presidential
inauguration, though nominally dedicated to the troops, was a gilded $40 million jamboree at which the word Iraq was banished from the
Inaugural Address."
So is anyone but me reminded strongly of Poe's The Mask of the Red Death?
It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged
most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence...
Because I think the US is living it right now, and it's a really creepy, bad place for us to be in.