The jerk store called. Again. And again. And again.
We clearly learned nothing from turning Sully the service dog into a thing after George H.W. Bush died. Dipping our toe into the waters of asinine impropriety, we decided, what better place is there than a funeral to mark our territory and troll the terrible other?
So it is with disgust that I watched many become obsessed with the Presidents’ Row at the National Cathedral before George W. Bush gave his wonderful tribute to his departed father.
Who shunned who? What awful side-glances were glanced? Who recited the Creed with appropriate vigor? Why didn’t everyone get a piece of candy?
How freaking dumb.
Just as dumb as Facebook censoring an image of Santa kneeling before baby Jesus because it was “violent content.” Just as dumb as the progressive who removed arguably the most famous woman in world history from a nativity seen so there could be two Josephs. Just as dumb as putting another nativity’s baby Jesus in a cage to protest immigration policy.
Instead of reverence in these situations, we get propaganda. Much of Bush 41’s funeral analysis was no different.
If we prove incapable of leaving such hallowed ground alone because our appetite for cynicism is simply unquenchable, we are no better than those we claim to oppose. Yes, Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton have said and done many bad things in their lives, but neither one of them did anything wrong in the video of Trump being seated that is now being combed over with the same zeal people bring to the Zapruder film.
They all did their duty by showing up to an event that would be undeniably awkward for any one of us, they kept their mouths shut, and they didn’t make a moment that had nothing to do with their passions or politics about them.
Not good enough, said the mob. Shame on all of you.