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“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave…So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
Those words were written in 1971, the year I was born. I came into this world too late to see The Wave, and throughout my entire life, there has never been a single moment when the forces of Old and Evil weren’t winning.
And tonight, I find out that one of the few people left who actually seemed to care that this country is fast becoming a pathetic mockery of everything it once stood for is gone. And to make matters worse, it wasn’t the Bastards who took him out; nope, he took himself out. He let us all down.
George W. Bush and Dick Cheney and Karl Rove and the rest of their poisonous ilk must be laughing their asses off tonight. Their job just got a little easier.
(Update: 7:57 pm) The blogosphere has, not surprisingly, been rife with HST tributes and memorials today. Even less surprisingly, the one that comes the closest to echoing the savageness of Herr Doktor’s own prose is offered by The Rude Pundit.
