That Rule Has Changed

For most of my life, it was considered bad form, and by many it still is, to say anything bad about someone who’s recently died. For most people, it still holds. If somebody was a worthless sod, lazy as the day is long, and owed everybody money, we still say how sorry we are that they’re gone, because we wouldn’t want to say anything bad in front of their family.
But, in some cases, I no longer feel that way. We could have a world where everybody lives in peace, has plenty of clean water to drink and fresh air to breathe, good schools and health care. We don’t, because there are those human beings among us on this planet who prefer spending trillions of dollars blowing people up, along with their homes and entire cities, inflicting massive amounts of pain.
Colin Powell was one of those people, and I’m glad the son of a bitch is dead. He sat in front of the U.N., and lied straight into the face of the entire world. He said Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction, and he knew perfectly well he was lying. The vial he was holding up was as empty as the ‘list of communists’ Joe McCarthy would wave about while he was speaking was blank. Any apologies made later were hollow.
The ones with the weapons of mass destruction were the Americans, and they unleashed them on the defenseless Iraqi people with a vengeance. Saddam Hussein could not have caused the same amount of misery in Iraq if he had ruled for a dozen lifetimes.
Powell is not forgiven. Not even in death.