Krugman: The Head Hater

Tom Maguire at JustOneMinute gives Paul Krugman’s excretions on 9/11 the ridicule they deserve (Krugman isn’t worth genuine outrage):

Keeping Hate Alive!

Paul Krugman delivers as the Head Hater of the Angry Left:

The Years of Shame

Is it just me, or are the 9/11 commemorations oddly subdued?

Actually, I don’t think it’s me, and it’s not really that odd.

What happened after 9/11 — and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not — was deeply shameful. Te (sic) atrocity should have been a unifying event, but instead it became a wedge issue. Fake heroes like Bernie Kerik, Rudy Giuliani, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror. And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war the neocons wanted to fight, for all the wrong reasons.

The commemoration is subdued? How odd – nothing says “Let’s Party” like the deaths of 3,000 civilians. Well, Krugman got his Nobel Prize for [my addition: leftist rants], not psychology.

I watched a bit of the memorial service at Ground Zero. Two strangers would go through about six names from the alphabetized list; then they would read off the name of their father, mother, brother, sister, niece, or whatever, say a few words, and move off-stage. Some of the readers were totally composed, but most got a bit choked up when they got to their loved one. Watching twenty year-olds say good-bye to a mother they lost when they were ten isn’t easy, but watching a forty year old cop lose it when saluting his father is not so easy even for a cold-hearted, insensitive right-wing troglodyte like me.

Now, I suppose it is possible that the family members were choking up because they were reflecting on the Iraq War and the grim reality that Gitmo remains open. Or perhaps they were subdued by concerns over the Patriot Act and warrantlesss wiretapping. I am not smart or sensitive enough to be a lib like Krugman, but I didn’t see it that way.

The memory of 9/11 has been irrevocably poisoned; it has become an occasion for shame. And in its heart, the nation knows it.

Wow. I’ll let you know when I am ashamed of the heroism of the United 93 passengers, or New York’s Finest or Bravest. But don’t be holding your breath.

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