The death of Charles Manson made yesterday a dark day for the last of the 1960s counterculture. While the rest of us wonder why Charles Manson wasn’t executed decades ago, fading flower children and their descendants mourn a lost icon:
At their infamous Flint, Michigan, War Party at the end of 1969, the Weathermen hoisted a “Charles Manson Power” banner and spelled out pregnant victim Sharon Tate’s name in bullets. Trust-fund revolutionaries Diana Oughton and Kathy Boudin, the former obliterated by a bomb she hoped to explode at a soldier’s dance and the latter convicted of murder in the 1980s, idolized the Manson Family so much that they nicknamed their Weatherman cadre “The Fork” in homage to the eating utensil shoved into deceased victim Leno LaBianca’s stomach by Patricia Krenwinkel.
The charismatic Bernardine Dohrn, later a friend of Barack and Michelle Obama, feverishly told Weatherman followers: “Dig it: first they killed those pigs, then they ate dinner in the same room with them, then they even shoved a fork into the victim’s stomach. Wild!”
Weatherman Mark Rudd explains why they revered a maniac responsible for senseless murders: “We wanted to be bad.”
At that they succeeded.
Moonbats are consoled that they can still demonstrate how bad they are by honoring other sociopaths. Their flagship publication showed the way by glamorizing Muslim terrorist Dzhokhar Tsarnaev similarly to the way it glorified Manson.
On tips from Bodhisattva and StephaneDumas. Cross-posted at Moonbattery.