I fucking hate Cindy Sheehan!
When her son died in 2004, my buddies and I saw her as an evil bitch who was using her son to launch a political career. It actually disgusted me enough to email my mother admonishing her in advance if she should even
think anything along those lines should I, God forbid, die for this unworthy cause.
After I realized the folly and waste of this farce, I saw Cindy Sheehan not as a politician, but as a mother who lost her child for a reason she didn't know and I really sympathized for her.
She claimed to have left the anti-war movement (presumably because she was no longer a media darling) and then... decides to run for public office! My original fears were realized!
On top of that, she's such a glory/attention/media whore that every time she attends an anti-war or peace march that also involves
Iraq Veterans Against the War, she just
has to be seen at the front of the march and just
has to make sure that all the cameras are on her.
Is it wrong to wish that someone would just spontaneously combust?
For what it's worth, spontaneous human combustion is my third most preferred way to die right behind 1. being eaten by something large like a shark or bear (as opposed to by a swarm of ants) and 2. being pushed out of a helicopter onto somebody's front lawn. I think spontaneously exploding in someone's living room during, say, a tea party would be quite the way to go. Certainly a conversation starter.
But yeah, boo Cindy.
