Why Must We Praise Scumbags When They Croak?

The best thing that could be said about Barbara Bush is she never had a facelift. Nonetheless, when she died this week, the usual paroxysm of eulogizing ensued.

Of course, it wasn’t as excessive as when Nixon, impeached president-cum-scumbag-par-excellence kicked the bucket.

But why do we have to perjure ourselves and say positive things about these people? I mean, this woman’s main life accomplishment was snagging the scion of a rich family. As nobody seemed to recall why we had impeached Nixon, nobody seems to recall Barbie’s hubby and her spawn, embroiled us in numerous wars that other women’s sons fought.

Hers, W, used his connections to remain stateside during Vietnam, lied about it when he wanted to be president and was eventually tossed unceremoniously out of the Texas National Guard.

Way to raise an honorable son, Barb! And have we all forgotten WMDs? The possibility he purloined his second term? 

Wrack my brain, the Critical Eye can’t begin to come up with a reason for this. When I die, PLEASE tell the truth: she was a dour, loudmouth Socialist on two wheels!