Mr. Lileks Learns About Ingratitude
OTB summarizes reactions to Lileks' post about Salaam Pax...no sir, Lileks doesn't like him.
Lileks requires abasement from those he has helped, apparently...and is unable to see the irony in the righteous anger derived from reading about the deaths of _three_ of his fellow Minnesotans, who gave their _lives_ helping people who've suffered the deaths of hundreds of thousands of their citizens, at the hand of a madman, and several thousand more deaths at the hands of their liberators.
Are the Iraqis permitted melancholy? Is a bittersweet taste not in their apple-pie deliverance?
Lileks demonstrates with those words that in his mind, each of those American lives was worth a few hundred, or a few thousand, Iraqi lives. And when confronted with this observation, in his opinion, an Iraqi may not have outwardly say anything to an American other than "Thank you, Sir. My Mother died in a bombing for us all, Sir. My heart is full of joy."
Sounds goddamn communist to me.
Freedom of speech is a bitch, ain't it? Get used to the ingratitude. There's a lot more coming.
What, did you think that everyone would magically start liking you? Grow up.
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I was pretty taken aback by
I was pretty taken aback by Lileks' reaction Salam Pax' letter too.
I can see his point... Salam wrote it in a snarky tone that does make it sound like his new British friends are rewarding him for being snarky for its own sake. But beyond that, come on!
"But there?s a picture on the front page of my local paper today: third Minnesotan killed in Iraq. He died doing what you never had the stones to do: pick up a rifle and face the Ba?athists. You owe him."
From hell's heart I Bleat at thee! My anger can only be matched by the cuteness of my daughter! How DARE you imply that things ain't going to well, and how DARE you assign blame!
Hey James: Fuck you. Pick up a rifle, or go back to pretending you're Garrison Keillor with a hardon for kitsch. We like you that way.