International Dead Pedophile Day Exalted: Authentic Angels Snubbed

Irena Sendler, Saved Jewish children from the Warsaw Ghetto

On Tuesday, America will reach its apex of asininity. In a city populated by irrationally overpaid narcissists and sundry mental patients, the Michael Jackson memorial bacchanal will be a fulsome testimonial to the complete decomposition of civilization. The drug addicted pedophile’s funeral service promises to be grander in scale and scope than any in history. The insolvent city of Los Angeles has no realistic expectation of recouping the elephantine expenses incurred controlling traffic and governing an unhinged assemblage. No accounting yet from business owners whose employees will be missing work due to the commandeering of downtown LA. Commentators who normally show sound judgment are getting caught up in the “tragedy” of it all. Especially grating are those who keep bellowing about how the pedophilia charges were never “proven”. (For a primer on the vagaries of the criminal justice system, see People v Orenthal James Simpson). It should be noted that multimillion dollar settlements were paid to Jackson’s victims. In 2003, Jackson told reporter Martin Bashir that sleeping with little boys was a “beautiful thing”.

This would be the same loving father who dangled “his” baby from a balcony. When questioned about the prudence of suspending a defenseless infant in mid air, Jackson clarified: his fans wanted to see the baby, so he was kind enough to comply. How fortuitous that he wasn’t kind enough to chuck the infant into the crowd. “Despite his insistence that he was not a nut, evidence to the contrary is pretty compelling. But he also displayed his eccentric side when he talked about being so lonely his best company was chimpanzees and the mannequins he kept stuffed into his bedroom. He compared himself – favourably – to other iconic figures like Mother Teresa and Diana, Princess of Wales.

When discussing his marriage with Ms. Rowe, he talked largely in generalities. ‘I’m married to my fans,’ he said. ‘I’m married to my children. I’m married to God.’ “ For a man who supposedly loved tykes so much, what about Jackson’s own children? Nobody even knows who they are. The putative mother of two out of three sold them years ago. The woman who raised Michael now has custody, until Diana Ross steps up and takes them in, which sounds like an idyllic childhood any way you look at it. Let’s stipulate that all untimely deaths are tragic. Some are far more lamentable than others.

The death of a drug abusing pedophile was unfortunate but not unforeseeable. The assassination of Neda Agah-Soltan in Iran was an authentic tragedy. Neda was killed at the age of twenty six for the atrocity of speaking out against oppression. Michael Jackson died because of his lifestyle. Assuredly, he was non compos mentis. His professed loving family didn’t seem to do much to intervene to get him the medical and psychiatric help he plainly needed. When a 50 year old man dies weighing 112 lbs. and covered in needle marks, attentive types might have surmised that there was something amiss. Representative Peter King (R-NY) got it right:

“This lowlife Michael Jackson — his name, his face, his picture — is all over the newspapers, television, and radio. It’s all we hear about is Michael Jackson. Let’s knock out the psychobabble. This guy was a pervert. He was a child molester. He was a pedophile. And to be giving this much coverage to him, day in and day out, what does that say about us as a country? “

King criticizes the media lovefest and while he’s at it, takes a subtle swipe at his Democrat colleagues, who called for an official moment of silence in tribute to Michael Jackson on the floor of the U.S. House of Representatives.

‘So I really think the media has disgraced itself. I think too many people in public life have made fools of themselves by talking about Michael Jackson as if he’s some kind of hero. There’s nothing good about this guy. He may have been a good singer, did some dancing. But the bottom line is: would you let your child or grandchild be in the room with Michael Jackson? What are we glorifying him for?’”

In his incessant pursuit of relevance, Al Sharpton has injected himself into the delirium calling for a national day of mourning and a postage stamp honoring Jackson. When might we see the first Michael Jackson Elementary School? King reminded us that the people we need to be honoring are not dead pedophiles, rather: “the men and women of the armed forces, police, firefighters, teachers who work in really rough neighborhoods, people who volunteer with dying cancer patients, people who work in AIDS clinics — they are the ones we should be glorifying — not some pervert like Michael Jackson.”

Irena Sendler died May 12th 2008 without wall to wall media coverage. Her story was discovered by four high school students in Kansas who wrote a play, Life in a Jar about her. Irena Sendler never produced a single music video. What Sendler did was save 2500 children from the Nazis. In 1942, the Nazis had forced hundreds of thousands of innocent Jews into a 16 block area, eventually named the Warsaw Ghetto. The Jewish families were captives, awaiting imminent death. Mrs. Sendler used her medical background to obtain a pass to enter the ghetto legally. She brought food, medicines and clothing. Five thousand Jews were dying each month in the ghetto.

Courageously wearing a star armband to show her solidarity with the Jews, Irena Sendler began spiriting children out of the ghetto. It was an agonizing time for Mrs. Sendler, a young mother herself. She had to watch as parents made the tortuous decision to entrust their babies to Mrs. Sendler or keep them, assuring their doom in the Final Solution. Mrs. Sendler’s ingenuity and bravery were remarkable: “Some children were taken out in gunnysacks or body bags. Some were buried inside loads of goods.

A mechanic took a baby out in his toolbox. Some kids were carried out in potato sacks, others were placed in coffins, and some entered a church in the Ghetto which had two entrances. One entrance opened into the Ghetto, the other opened into the Aryan side of Warsaw. They entered the church as Jews and exited as Christians. `Can you guarantee they will live?” Irena later recalled the distraught parents asking. But she could only guarantee they would die if they stayed. ‘In my dreams’, she said, ‘I still hear the cries when they left their parents.’ Mrs. Sendler placed records of each child’s newly assumed and birth identities in glass jars; awaiting the day she could reunite the children with their parents.

In 1943, Mrs. Sendler was arrested by the Gestapo. She was beaten and tortured. They broke her arms and legs, injuries from which she would suffer her entire life. She refused to betray her collaborators and was sentenced to death. A well placed bribe from her underground organization spared her life. After the war, Mrs. Sendler did honor her promise to unearth the jars. But few of the 40,000 imprisoned in the ghetto had survived to see their children again.

In 2007, Irena Sendler was finally given some recognition. She was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize. The selection committee chose to award the prize to turgid mountebank, Al Gore for his pioneering work in inflicting America with a preposterous and malignant swindle. After a long day of studiously ignoring the dead pedophile spectacle, I will drink a toast to Irena Sendler tomorrow.