Cindy Sheehan's bashers, you'll notice, almost never tell her son's story. They are afraid to go there because this young man's life and death encapsulate not just the noble intentions of those who went to fight this war but also the hubris, incompetence and recklessness of those who gave the marching orders.
It might also be no surprise that not only would I never have a beer with any of these evil bashers, but I wouldn't want to even be in the same room as the people.
