Upstanding Man

I wasn't alarmed by Tony Hendra's Thanksgiving prayer for the death of the vice president. After all, it was at the Huffington Post, a place where "there were no Jews at work in the WTC on 9-11" passes for intellectual thought. And really, Tony Hendra's article isn't the entertainment:

"George W Bush is, was and always will be that sneering, leering little creep who came to school in a chauffeur-driven car, yelled racist epithets at the scholarship kids, tripped up the guy on crutches, stuck his paw up the dress of any girl he pleased, had his toadies beat up anyone smart or weak or different, insulted teachers to their faces - and got away with it all, because his Dad had just endowed the new sports stadium."

That's just the grumbling of a bitter old man. What's entertaining are the Huffite comments after the article. To be fair, some Huffsters were put off by a prayer for death. But it's the staunch defenders who are fun to read. They're the reason I came across - way at the end - a suggestion to google Jessica Hendra. Whew! I hadn't heard about her accusations of molestation at the hands of the distinguished Mr Hendra. That's him in the picture, playing a pederast priest for a joke. At least he was half qualified for that shot. The bottom half is from the book his daughter wrote about the interesting childhood he provided.

So Tony Hendra isn't anyone I would want for a neighbor, not someone I would care to sit next to at dinner. But despite my general revulsion for the man, I can't imagine praying for his death.