Ding dong.
The mo'fkr died on the Fourth of July. Probably on purpose.
Early on, his habit of blocking nominations and legislation won him a nickname of "Senator No." He delighted in forcing roll-call votes that required Democrats to take politically difficult votes on federal funding for art he deemed pornographic, school busing, flag-burning and other cultural issues.In 1993, when then-President Clinton sought confirmation for an openly homosexual assistant secretary at the Department of Housing and Urban Development, Helms registered his disgust. "I'm not going to put a lesbian in a position like that," he said in a newspaper interview at the time. "If you want to call me a bigot, fine."
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Well, I didn't exactly plan to break my silence with a non-science post but a couple of you asked if I had any comments on the passing of Senator Helms.
tags: Jesse Helms, politics, rethuglica
There is no need to say anything at this moment because it is not nice to say ugly stuff about the dead.
My drive home last night was a bit weird — there were fireworks going off everywhere, and being a bit disconnected from the calendar with all my recent travel I was puzzled by it all. Was Minnesota celebrating my return?
Not in the headline? After all, he did ask for it.
Another bigot down. A better 4th of July than I was thinking we'd have. If we had lost the revolutionary war we'd all have healthcare right now and a trendy accent.
Well, David, from that point of view, maybe the colonies did lose the Revolutionary War.
I'm not going to pretend to mourn Jesse Helm; another religious leader who showed no concern for life after birth. He fought abortion rights but supported murderers in South America. He said he wasn't a racist, but used race to win elections.
However, I am waiting to see if even he met Fred Phelps' standards for going to heaven.
Anybody remember Bette Davis' comment about Joan Crawford's death? "I only speak good of the dead. Joan Crawford's dead? Good."
I mourn Jesse Helms' death about as little as Jerry Falwell's, and for about the same reasons. I'm sure he'll be missed, but not by me.
Buh-bye, Fluff-Fluff.
That's the kindest thing I got for his sorry ass.
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From the Raleigh News and Observer:
Mr. Eason is my new hero. That's standing up for what's right.