Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Latest Nutroots Nuttiness

The buzz over at DailyKos is whether McCain is making up his story about a Vietnamese guard drawing a cross in the sand outside his cell during one of his Christmases in captivity. There is no way to prove whether or not McCain is making this story up. Of course, the bigger picture is: McCain spent five and a half years enduring beatings and torture in the service of his country while during the analogous period in his life, Obama was chillin' with Bill Ayers and Jeremiah Wright. Somehow, that point goes blazing straight over the nutroots pointy little heads.

Here is a link to a dailykos journal outlining their 'evidence' that the story is fabricated:

I was watching the forum last night and decided that since I hadn't eaten yet, I would try to listen to John McCain speak. I was doing OK with the "my friends" and the evil chuckle when I heard him talk about his POW story of the cross in the dirt. That was when I couldn't take it anymore.

rickrocket's diary :: ::
It just sounded so fake and so contrived, so I did a little research about it. Someone on here said it sounded like a scene from Ben-Hur, so I did a google search about Ben-Hur and cross in the sand and such. No dice. But I searched around a little bit more and here is what I found. A story about Alexander Solzhenitsyn from his times in the Soviet Gulags.

Along with other prisoners, he worked in the fields day after day, in rain and sun, during summer and winter. His life appeared to be nothing more than backbreaking labor and slow starvation. The intense suffering reduced him to a state of despair.

On one particular day, the hopelessness of his situation became too much for him. He saw no reason to continue his struggle, no reason to keep on living. His life made no difference in the world. So he gave up.

Leaving his shovel on the ground, he slowly walked to a crude bench and sat down. He knew that at any moment a guard would order him to stand up, and when he failed to respond, the guard would beat him to death, probably with his own shovel. He had seen it happen to other prisoners.

As he waited, head down, he felt a presence. Slowly he looked up and saw a skinny old prisoner squat down beside him. The man said nothing. Instead, he used a stick to trace in the dirt the sign of the Cross. The man then got back up and returned to his work.

The silver lining to all this? Lefties reading Solzhenitsyn!

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