Saturday, a Drudge Report headline said something to the effect that ‘Americans are sickened by the politicized funerals’, those of John McCain and Aretha Franklin. I couldn’t agree more. Both were Trump bash-fests, grand-stand events, headline broadcasters. I don’t know about Franklin but in the case of McCain, it’s just as he wanted. His choreographed aftermath to death was calculated to add one more headline to decades of his own political work. How sad. Even if you believed that Trump were the anti-Christ, wouldn’t it have been wiser to pour yourself into the living while you were among them rather than to shout at them one more time from the grave? It seems to imply that McCain had a messiah complex if he really believed one more quip would turn the tide of civilization.
I do not come to praise McCain, but to lay him to rest…
The man, the myth, the legend: As a war-time hero, patriot and centrist, McCain was honorable. Yes, it can be honorable to be a centrist. Somewhere along the way, he evolved into a mythological creature that transcended politics. I think he believed and bought into that myth.
The crowds told you McCain was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
The inevitable truth is that he remained a politician with fallible judgement and misplaced passions. I agreed with him sometimes. e.g. torture as a war-time tactic is always wrong. Otherwise, his outrage was selective and sometimes wrong, just like any other politician. Had his last days and death occurred during the administration of someone other than Trump, his funeral would have been much different. He would have been honored appropriately but maybe without the feel of vain ambition. Instead, we’re left with the memory of an ambiguous event based on the mythological McCain.
And grievous hath McCain answer’d it.