He's Dead, Jim. For Real This Time.
Jacques Chirac, Jimmy Carter, leftist journalists and other fans of homicidal tyrants are in mourning today over the death of serial killer Yasser Arafat.
The most sickening tribute came from Bill Clinton, who said that Arafat "was one of the outstanding freedom fighters of this generation ..." This is the same Arafat who as a matter of policy directed deluded young men to strap bombs to themselves and commit kamikaze mass murder against Israeli civilians.
In
today's Bleat, James Lileks offers a fitting eulogy:
Our paper had this headline: “Enduring Symbol of Palestine Dies.” Personally, I’m old school. I’d go with something, oh, factual, like “ARAFAT DEAD.” Hard to argue. Hard to find bias. I don’t know what would be satisfying, really. “Goaty Old Fiend Expires, Loses Power, Fortune, Bowel Control; Fills Room with Odor of Offal and Urine” would put people off their breakfast, I suppose. I am content to know he is not in Hell. Nope. Arafat did not go to Hell. He boards the ferry, yes; he makes it halfway across the River Styx, yes. Then the ferry blows up. Ten times a day for eternity. For a start.
