Right-wing extremist and professional liar, defender shameless of anything and everything Israel does to brutalize and murder Palestinians and steal their land, supporter of each and every one of George W. Bush’s and Dick Cheney’s depraved policies and defender thereof in the media, who never saw a U.S. war he didn’t love as long as he never had to face the prospect of having to actually fight in it, Charles Krauthammer, has at long last finally gone and done something half-way decent.
The climate-change-denier and all-around piece of filth has died.
Before you start in on me with hypocritical cried of, “oh you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” remember that “a dead asshole is still an asshole.”
You don’t mourn the passing of evil people. You celebrate that they are no longer able to work their evil in the world. By the sort of faux-decorum “logic” demanded by the far right yet never reciprocated, the world should have shut up about Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin on learning of their deaths, posthumously rehabilitated their sick characters, and forgotten their millions of victims murdered under the banner of lust for absolute power.
Fuck you. You don’t get to spin the passing of a cheerleader for war and war crimes as something to be sad about.
Krauthammer, like the evil vermin he wasted his worthless existence supporting and defending, should have died a long time ago for the evils he wrote. He was a willful propagandist who lied endlessly and knew he was lying. He lied because he thought readers and listeners were stupid, because he knew that the truth would damage the ability of the genocidal maniacs he supported to carry out the horrors they ultimately got away with committing.
If anything should be spoken of evil people after their long-overdue demise, it’s that they took too long to finally rid the world of their presence, and to list one after the other the reasons why.
If any death ought to be mourned, it’s that of the truth at the hands of degenerates like Krauthammer.