Arafat's dead - liberals begin sickening millions

With the press falling over themselves to heap praise and adoration upon a dead terrorist, sometimes you just need to hear from the little guys:

In the last images we see of Yasir Arafat, gone is the sidearm, the military uniform and the badazz expression. We see him instead in a jumpsuit, waving to the crowds from his compound, and then being taken to the hospital. He is weak, shaking, and blowing kisses. At one point, he tries to kiss the hand of a man who is helping him.

At one level, his mind is all but gone and he's reduced to something almost infantile. He knows nothing of Palestinian politics - he's just a small, pathetic, mentally enfeebled old man.

But I see something else, too. With so much of his mental faculties gone - all the hopes, the planning, the scheming, the cares of everday work - with all of that gone nothing is left but the very basis of the person underneath the facade of Yassir Arafat - and it's a joyous being who wants nothing but to give love to everybody around him.

I am glad that inner being was liberated at the end of Yassir Arafat's life.

Yeah, I had to force back the vomit after reading that, too.