Over My Dead Body

I’m with Barbara at Quid Nimis. This Flight 93 Memorial concept absolutely sucks. If I’m called up and killed in the war, my only request that my mom and my entire family not turn me into a poster boy for surrender. If I die in a terrorist attack, all I ask is that some scabby hippies with taxpayer funds not cover my grave with the symbology of my murderers.

OK, aside from that part about “avenge me–cow after cow, village after village . . . let the cry of my name be feared from Rabat to Surabaya,” etcera.

Given what the people on that plane did for all of us, I’m more than ready to heave a beverage cart right into this one.