Good riddance, attention whore.
Hey, those are her own words, not mine.
A couple of notes, since she’s vowed to forever leave us all alone, and we’ll no longer have her to kick around:
I have spent every available cent I got from the money a “grateful” country gave me when they killed my son and every penny that I have received in speaking or book fees since then.
Sigh. Four years later, and this moonbat still know who really killed her son. Not President Bush. Not Vice President Cheney’s “war machine”. Jihadist killed her son. Period.
The most devastating conclusion that I reached this morning, however, was that Casey did indeed die for nothing. His precious lifeblood drained out in a country far away from his family who loves him, killed by his own country which is beholden to and run by a war machine that even controls what we think. I have tried every since he died to make his sacrifice meaningful.
She just doesn’t get it. But thankfully, there is a nation full of people who do appreciate and understand Casey’s willing sacrifice. Casey’s legacy and life will never have been in vain, regardless of how often or how vainly Cindy tries to acknowledge it otherwise.
Good-bye America …you are not the country that I love and I finally realized no matter how much I sacrifice, I can’t make you be that country unless you want it.
Well, then by all means, Cindy — don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out (to Venezuela or Cuba, I presume). Seriously — what the fuck are you still doing here?
I seriously hope that this is the last I ever have to write about that sick woman.
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The Koolaid-sippers are comparing Cindy to Thoreau, Gandhi, and King (Martin Luther, I presume, and not Elvis).





I sense her real complaint is that she blew her wad and now has to get a job.
Left by kma on May 29th, 2007 at 9:52 am