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Time heals all heels

We are coming up on the one year anniversary of the death of journalist/warhawk Michael Kelly in Iraq, and his former associates are about to go all misty-watercolored-memories about him. For example:

At the time of his tragic death, at forty-six, Michael Kelly had already packed several lifetimes’ worth of accomplishments and triumphs into a relatively short career. His membership in the Fourth Estate spanned two decades, but it was only during the last thirteen years of his life that he truly came into his own as a journalist, producing a body of work that is remarkable for its variety, incisiveness, wit, literary grace, and enduring value.

Not to rain on anyone’s wake, particularly on St. Patricks Day, but here is an example of Kelly’s “literary grace”:

Distasteful as it may be, some notice should be paid to the speech that the formerly important Al Gore delivered Monday at the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco.

This speech, an attack on the Bush policy on Iraq, was Gore’s big effort to distinguish himself from the Democratic pack in advance of another possible presidential run. It served: It distinguished Gore, now and forever, as someone who cannot be considered a responsible aspirant to power. Politics are allowed in politics, but there are limits, and there is a pale, and Gore has now shown himself to be ignorant of those limits, and he has now placed himself beyond that pale.

Gore’s speech was one no minimally decent politician could have delivered. It was entirely dishonest, cheap, low. It was utterly hollow. It was bereft of policy, of solutions, of constructive ideas, very nearly of facts–bereft of anything other than taunts and jibes and embarrassingly obvious lies. It was breathtakingly hypocritical, a naked political assault delivered in smarmy tones of moral condescension from a man pretending to be superior to mere politics. It was wretched. It was vile. It was contemptible. But I understate.

Maybe if Kelly hadn’t been so blinded by his hatred of Al Gore, he’s be alive today.

I suppose I could be called “cheap” and “low” for pointing that out.

I don’t particularly care…

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