Pinochet is dead. About 35 years earlier would have been nice, sadly. I am not particularly proud of my initial reaction: a wish that he had suffered more. But here’s the thing: he was dead for years before his heart stopped.
Shown below is one of Pinochet’s thousands of victims, at his final concert, in Lima. His heart beats now, 33 years after Pinochet’s bullets stopped it. This, after a fashion, is justice.
My initial reaction was a twirling, bouncing dance down my hallway and a phone call to my mother, during which I shrieked “he’s dead!” about nineteen times.
I suppose this makes me a horrible Quaker.
But yet, I do not envy him, wherever he is. How right you are that he was dead long ago, and so many of his victims live on.
Pinochet death ‘saddens’ Thatcher
spyder, I like your idea; it fits with what immediately thought.
And Thatcher’s reaction—words fail me.
He’ll have Jeane Kirkpatrick to keep him company. Wonder how Kissinger is feeling these days? I’m ashamed that the word “trifecta” just popped into my head. Not.
This is the best Pinochet obit I’ve read.
=v= The MSM seems to be spending more time on the various ways they* have been mispronouncing Pinochet’s name than on his actual atrocities. I’m blowing a gasket here (and I just had it replaced).
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* They’re not very specific about the “they” here, but clearly it’s in reference to their own stupid broadcasters.