MARK STEYN A memorial disservice to Paul Wellstone

When Liberace died, Frank Sinatra officially said: "That he was a consummate artist is not really as important as my telling you he was one of the finest human beings I've ever known."

A mutual friend asked Frank whether he really meant it or, come to that, whether he'd even seen the press release before it went out. "What the hell," shrugged Frank, "he was an annoying little fag, but I liked the guy."

Personally, I find Sinatra's off-the-record version far more warm and human and specific to the deceased than the on-the-record not-entirely-convincing boilerplate. But on the passing of a public figure the small amount of genuine private grief gets ladled over it a treacly avalanche of ersatz public grief -- and for that, for the most part, no genuine human emotion is required.

So it is with Senator Paul Wellstone, who died on Friday in a plane crash in northern Minnesota. In Canada or Europe, the Senator would have been an unexceptional figure -- a middle-rank Health Minister in your average Continental Social Democratic-led governing coalition.

But in Washington terms that made him the most left-wing member of the United States Senate. How should conservatives remember him? Left to my own devices, I'd have stolen Frank's line: "What the hell, he was an annoying little high-tax statist, but I liked the guy." Which was, broadly, true. I'd barely heard of Wellstone before I covered the Clinton impeachment trial in 1999, but on the three or four occasions I ran into him during the Monica era I found him considerably less creepy than most of his desiccated colleagues, even if he was wrong on pretty much everything.

But the metaphorical press agent in my head kept saying, whoa, man, talk about faint praise; c'mon, it'd be so easy to borrow Frank's other line: "That he was a consummate socialist is not really as important as my telling you he was one of the finest human beings I've ever known." Alas, by the time of Wellstone's memorial on Tuesday, such grudging understatement was no longer acceptable.

On Tuesday, 20,000 close personal friends gathered in the sombre cloisters of the U of M basketball arena to pay tribute to his life and memory in a service that made the Iranian obsequies for the Ayatollah Khomeini seem a model of taste and restraint. There would have been 20,001, but, in keeping with the bipartisan spirit of the event, Vice-President Dick Cheney was told to stay away.

Governor Jesse Ventura, Senate Republican Leader Trent Lott and former Republican Senator Rod Helms were allowed in, but just so the mourners could boo them. If you missed the three-and-a-half-hour live broadcast on all Minnesota channels, here's the short version of the Democratic eulogies:

But let's take a look at the longer version. The Reverend Jesse Jackson compared the late Senator to Martin Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi. That sounds pretty impressive, until you remember that, at the memorial for NBA star Len Bias, who died of a cocaine overdose, the Rev. Jesse compared the deceased to King, Gandhi, Mozart and Jesus Christ -- "all young, gifted, strong and militant, all taken in the prime of their lives."

Evidently, Senator Wellstone wound up with the condensed version of Jesse's standard eulogistic shtick, as indeed did Jesse himself when in 1988 he was compared to Dr. King and Gandhi by Jimmy Carter. It would be interesting to know what a Democrat has to do not to get compared to King and Gandhi, though I recall that, at the height of his Monica troubles, Bill Clinton was reduced to comparing himself to Dr. King.

But this is standard guff: With digital technology, there's no reason why Jesse can't go on comparing folks to Gandhi long after he's dead.

Next came Mark Wellstone, the Senator's son, bellowing into the microphone "We will win! We will win! We will win!" as the crowd bayed its approval. This seemed a little off-message, given that his dad had just been seen on video saying, "Politics is not about winning for the sake of winning." But there's an election on Tuesday and right now winning for the sake of winning is what it's all about.

Well, OK, the kid's still in shock. He'll cringe with embarrassment in years to come if they ever show a clip on TV, but cut him some slack, he's under a ton of pressure from the party heavyweights, let it go.

Next came longtime Wellstone sidekick Rick Kahn, who urged everyone to "set aside the partisan bickering" by prostrating themselves before Paul's shrine. In a cheerfully totalitarian moment, he demanded that those political opponents present -- identified by name -- see the error of their ways and help "win this election for Paul Wellstone."

But, OK, Rick Kahn's one of those obsessive political aides who's invested his entire life in some other guy and now that guy's gone and you can't blame him for getting carried away.

So on came Senator Tom Harkin of Iowa to declare that Wellstone "never took himself too seriously" and "never had to proclaim his decency."

What a schmuck! Harkin relentlessly proclaimed Wellstone's and by extension his own decency, and he was deadly serious about it. And round about then you realized it really doesn't matter now who Paul Wellstone was or what he did. That Wellstone has ceased to exist. And what's taken his place -- a stew of beatified Jesse-Harkinite clichés -- is just a bloody shroud to rouse the faithful and bully the rest.

There's nothing for the Republicans in this, except the certainty that their hopes of taking back the Senate are being interred with Mahatma Luther Wellstone. Democrats have perfected the art of being simultaneously maudlin and vicious, ruthlessly partisan in their pious denunciations of partisanship. By Saturday, Walter Mondale had been tapped to replace Wellstone.

You remember -- Vice-President under Carter, linchpin of the Administration that gave America energy crises, double-digit inflation, Cuban troops in Angola, American hostages in Tehran, the good old days. When Republicans began cautiously dusting off Mondale's résumé, the Democrats' hatchet men stopped sobbing long enough to turn up on CNN and berate the GOP for being so tasteless as even to mention the election. "Couldn't they wait until Paul is in the ground?" Nevada Senator Harry Reid demanded. "And his wife and his child?" Thou shalt not speak ill of the dead, or the old guy we found to substitute for the dead.

But here's the thing. Even as Senator Reid was huffing, the Democrats were already filing their first election lawsuit against Minnesota's Secretary of State: Ask not for whom the chad hangs, it hangs for thee! Palm Beach comes to International Falls!

The Democrats are already suing because the post-Wellstone supplemental ballot, among other deficiencies, doesn't include instructions in Russian or Hmong, which is, as I'm sure you know, the language of the Hmong people. Couldn't the Dems wait to go to court until Paul is in the ground? And his wife and his child?

Silly question. Even now, Jesse is working on rhymes for Hmong, and Ted Kennedy is practising denouncing Republican hate-Hmongers without sounding like he's hiccuping.

Of all the many memorials Jesse Jackson has attended, he never spoke truer words than at the service for Ron Brown, Bill Clinton's Commerce Secretary, who also died in a plane crash: "When a ghetto boy with a dream rises above his predicament, and when he dies, billionaires become 'others,' " said Jesse, "that's a long journey." The Rev was referring to the brutal billing of sudden death: Ron Brown was the star on his fatal flight, and news reports listed the CEOs travelling with him only as "others."

Just so. In a celebrity plane crash, there's only room for one Patsy Cline, everyone else is Cowboy Copas, her fellow passenger that day. Wellstone died with his wife, his daughter, three aides and two pilots, and in death as in life billing prevails. It might have been nice if, in among all the partisan rallying, the speakers had managed to spare a thought for those caught up by a quirk of fate in this circus. But Senator Harkin didn't bother mentioning them and to David Wellstone they were simply "the pilots." For the record, they were Richard Conry, 55, and Michael Guess, 30.

But they didn't matter to Senator Harkin and nor, in the end, does Paul Wellstone. He's an abstract now. It says something that, of the two Senate Democrats not to make it to election day, there was more honesty in the ghastly emotional masturbation of sleazy Bob Torricelli's resignation speech than in Paul Wellstone's "memorial" "service." To paraphrase Senator Reid, even if Paul's not yet in his grave, I'll bet he's turning in it.

This line for me perfectly captured the essence of the Wellstone Funeral/Nuremberg Rally (which is in itself a bitter irony). When the Personal is the Political, all manner of evil is possible.

When my father died, I (as a not very observant Jew), sat shiva and huddled quietly with my family and friends. The Wellstone crowd instead, chose to re-enact Triumph of the Will.

Thank you for speaking up... and I totally agree with you. Somehow the DUmmycrats don't seem to get it ... or want to get it. They're in denial about the fact they're likely to lose MN too.

The days are gone when public figures were remembered for their humanity, patriotism, and their service to the public. The Democrats are so desperate they've taken to defiling a funeral as well as subverting the law in order to win. Today, winning at all costs is the Democratic Party's new motto and never you mind how despicable, tawdry and low they must go to do it. Its all the more ironic when you realize they didn't need to politicize a memorial service to walk away with the Minnesota Senate seat. With some self-restraint, it would have been a slam dunk. What's a disservice to Paul Wellstone is that while he had genuine and principled beliefs and wasn't afraid of going against the crowd, whether in his party or amongst his opponents, his party turns out to have no principles, no core beliefs, no vision, nothing except a lust for power. The Democrats have lost their souls and quite frankly I hope their sleaziness and contempt for the laws and people of this country, evidence in their uncontrolled hatred of conservatives, will backfire upon them. Whatever one thinks of Wellstone's life and career, he deserved better from his own party than what we saw a fortnight ago.

"Thou shalt not speak ill of the dead, or the old guy we found to substitute for the dead."

This gets to the heart of the "how dare you campaign" nonsense of the Democrats, and it provides a clue on how to retort: "Paul Wellstone's passing is tragic and I respect his memory, but I'm talking about Mondale here, and the last time I checked he was very much alive".

Steyn bump. Man, if he's ever had an off-day, I missed it...

Whenever I read a particularly good piece of writing, or a valuable observation, I save it to my archives.

So far, I've chosen to archive every single Steyn essay I've read. He's the only writer with a perfect record.

The leftist-socialist-democRAT party is the enemy within.

Part of my oath, which I solemnly swore, was to defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. I will not budge from this oath.

Mark Steyn nailed the facts to the wall..those who wish to extinguish our freedom remain amongst us.

..."Si Vis Pacem..Para Bellum"...

Mustang sends.

Add mine to your archive. Just kidding. Steyn is great. The article is another masterpiece.

In dealing with radicals of all kinds (religious, political, academic) I have seen the same relentless use of hysterical outburts and Stalinistic tactics - and a professed love of humanity used to disguise a profound hatred for most individuals. Of course to disagree with these people is to invite being called a hater, a redneck, a Bircher, a Fundamentalist, a Neanderthal, and a right wing extremist.

It might have been nice if, in among all the partisan rallying, the speakers had managed to spare a thought for those caught up by a quirk of fate in this circus. But Senator Harkin didn't bother mentioning them.

Thanks for the ping, pokey.

It might have been nice.....but we know the RATS lack the underlying character traits necessary "to be nice." These traits include, but are not limited to, conscience, conviction, integrity, compassion, empathy, humaneness, ethics, honesty, honor, along with a sense of accountability of one's thoughts, words, and deeds.

I believe, more importantly, belief in a Higher Power (for me, Jesus Christ), not self, steers mankind away from our baseness and selfishness and our selfish thoughts and desires because those with strong beliefs in a Higher Power know they will be held accountable, whether that be in this life or the one that follows us after death.

Editorial nit: NBA star Len Bias

Len Bias never even made to training camp. After signing with the Boston Celtics, he returned to the University of Maryland and died of eocaine overdose in the early morning hours the next day after partying all night.

"These are Democrats. What was their race and sexual orientation?" LOL! The pilots must have been straight white men, otherwise they too would have been compared to MLK and the Minnesota weather would have been denounced as homophobic.

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