Where would Dante put this guy? I imagine there's a very, very special little room with his name on it.
[Fair warning -- there's foul language. Kind of a Bill Maher specialty.]
As John Paul the Great, of happy memory, was wont to say, "Be not afraid." The vile slanders and poisonous hate of Bill Maher are not new-- we have endured worse, and who remembers the slanderers? Maher will pass away, perhaps stubbornly clinging to his bitterness and fear, and we will remember and believe in the divine order which governs all creatures, especially as it has been explained by such a magister as this one:
I broke into the blogosphere in 2003, via a letter to andrew sullivan (made me a minor celebrity in my family for a week) Call it my bio: My grandfather came to the US from Greece around 1905, alone, age 10, sailing into New York Harbor and entering at Ellis Island, like the young Vito Corleone in The Godfather. Before settling down he spent a couple of his teen-age years "hobo-ing" around the country. He insisted to me that a hobo is not a bum. He looks for honest work to earn his food and a place to sleep - he is NOT looking for a hand-out... When you (Sullivan) used the word "hobo" to describe Saddam Hussein in his spider hole, I thought "Saddam should be so lucky as to be a hobo--he could wish for so much dignity." My grandfather finished third grade, and spent his life as a railroad mechanic. He raised four sons, three of them old enough for WWII. The four earned two M.A.'s and two Ph.D.'s, and produced 15 accomplished grandchildren. Among the many great-grandchildren are two Naval officers and a Marine Corps Captain...the legacy of a hobo. Saddam, master of the palaces and father of the lion-cubs, is just a bum.
