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Get Your Stinking Mitts Off My National Tragedy!

Insipid wingnut Matthew Vadum managed to excrete a particularly vile little piece at the American Spectator today, entitled "Obama's Plan to Desecrate 9/11" (no, really, go ahead and have a look - I'll wait). In part, it reads:

On the Aug. 11 call, Yearwood and other leaders kept saying repeatedly that they wanted 9/11 to be used for something "positive," "forward-leaning," and "productive," said a source with knowledge of the teleconference.

The plan is to turn a "day of fear" that helps Republicans into a day of activism called the National Day of Service that helps the left. In other words, nihilistic liberals are planning to drain 9/11 of all meaning.


And how are nihilistic liberals planning to drain 9/11 of all meaning? [Author's note: even in the midst of the lunacy coming out of the right these days, it stone cold blows my freaking mind that I typed that sentence quoting, in full and in context, a conservative who typed it without any irony at all.]

[They will]...try to change 9/11 from a day of reflection and remembrance to a day of activism, food banks, and community gardens.


NOT FOOD BANKS!! Wow. We'll get back to that. In the mean time, I thought a brief recap...



...of how some people have co-opted and/or desecrated the memory of 9/11 might be in order. Now that that's out of the way, I think the most hilarious part of Vadum's insufferable harrumphing is best summed up by Steve Benen of the Washington Monthly (syndicated at AlterNet):

It's hard to know where to start with something like this. There's crazy, and then there's this crazy.

But let's just note a few relevant details. First, George W. Bush called for community volunteer work on the anniversary of 9/11, and the right didn't find it controversial. Second, victims' families have recommended making 9/11 a national day of service for years. Third, Alex Koppelman explained, "Check out the official Web site set up for the day: They're asking people to come up with their own events. So if you don't want to help out at anti-American places like food banks and community gardens, you can organize your own event."


So maybe Major Kong isn't the best metaphor for the modern political right (the loyal footsoldier ya-hoo-hooing his way down with the bomb). I think I've found a better mascot:

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