Monsters in America

The Monster of Bath

Andrew Kehoe was an intelligent man with a prickly disposition. Neighbors recalled how Kehoe had shot a neighbor’s dog to death after it wandered onto his property and annoyed him by barking. Kehoe had beaten one of his horses to death when its performance displeased him. Andrew Kehoe was impatient with anyone who contradicted him.

Mr. Kehoe had studied electrical engineering; he had worked as an electrician. In 1919 he and his wife had purchased a farm outside Bath, Michigan, about ten miles northeast of Lansing. Kehoe had a reputation for thriftiness and in 1924 he was elected treasurer of the Bath Consolidated School board. From then on Andrew Kehoe’s high self regard and his undiplomatic nature put him at odds with the rest of the school board – they fought continually – Andrew repeatedly accusing school superintendent Emory Huyck of financial mismanagement.

In 1925 Andrew Kehoe was appointed to temporarily fill the position of town clerk. In an election in the spring of 1926 for this same position, Kehoe was defeated. To Mr. Kehoe’s very self-centered way of thinking he had suffered a humiliating public rejection by the people of Bath. It was then that Andrew Kehoe decided to take his revenge on Bath by killing that community’s children.

Andrew’s Plan

In early 1926 the school board requested that Andrew Kehoe perform maintenance work inside the Bath Consolidated School, a newly constructed brick building that replaced several old-style one-room school houses in Bath Township. He was a talented handyman with a working knowledge of electrical equipment. Because Kehoe was a school board member who had been assigned to do repairs at the school, his comings and goings were never questioned.

At about this same time Andrew Kehoe began making modest purchases of an incendiary explosive called pyrotol that was used by farmers in the area for excavations and controlled burns of farm debris. In all, Kehoe would purchase over a ton of pyrotol. In November of 1926 Kehoe drove to Lansing and purchased two crates of dynamite, a versatile explosive used by farmers of that era for removing tree stumps, shattering boulders and even aerating the soil. Kehoe staggered his purchases from store to store to avoid raising suspicion.

By May 18, 1927 Andrew Kehoe had rigged fire bombs in his house and all of his farm buildings. At about 8:45 that morning he detonated them all. The burned remains of his two horses were found in their enclosures – Kehoe had wired their legs together to prevent their rescue. The charred remains of Kehoe’s wife were found in a wheelbarrow behind the burned chicken coop. Andrew had clubbed her to death.

Neighbors called the fire department and as fire fighters converged on his farm, Andrew Kehoe departed in his Ford truck, which he had carefully loaded with metal debris and a big cache of dynamite.

Classes at the Bath Consolidated School began at 8:30 a.m. The children of Bath were in their seats. Fifteen minutes later the alarm clock that Andrew Kehoe had wired to 500 pounds of explosives in the school’s basement closed an electrical circuit and set off the detonator.

The pressure bubble from the deflagrating pyrotol, together with the hypersonic shock wave from the detonating dynamite, lifted the masonry walls at the north end of the two-story school four feet off their foundation. The falling walls collapsed outward, allowing the roof of the north wing to freefall downward onto the ruined heap of masonry, wood, glass, twisted iron, plaster and children.

Bernice Sterling, a first-grade teacher, recounted that “. . . the air seemed to be full of children and flying desks and books. Children were tossed high in the air; some were catapulted out of the building.”

Monty Ellsworth recalled that “There was a pile of children of about five or six [years old] under the roof and some of them had arms sticking out, some had legs, and some just their heads sticking out. They were unrecognizable because they were covered with dust, plaster and blood. There were not enough of us to move the roof.”

Mr. Ellsworth made a dash back to his farm to get a rope strong enough to pull the fallen roof off of the children. On the way he passed Andrew Kehoe driving his Ford truck packed with metal debris and dynamite. Mr. Ellsworth recalled that, “He grinned and waved his hand; I could see both rows of his teeth.”

Robert Gates, an eyewitness, said that “. . . mother after mother came running into the schoolyard and demanded information about her child and, on seeing the lifeless form lying on the lawn, broke into sobs. In no time more than one hundred men were at work tearing away the debris of the school, and nearly as many women were frantically pawing over the timber and broken bricks for traces of their children.”

At about 9:15, a half hour after the explosion, Andrew Kehoe’s truck rolled to a stop in front of the ruined school. He summoned Superintendent Huyck to his truck. A witness said that it was then that Kehoe confessed to being the mass murderer of the community’s children, adding that “I’ll take you with me.” It was then that Kehoe grabbed his 30-caliber bolt-action Winchester rifle and fired a single hypersonic bullet into his cache of dynamite behind the truck seat.

The explosion tore the truck to shreds; Kehoe, the superintendent and Nelson McFarren, a retired farmer, were killed instantly. Postmaster Glenn Smith was mortally wounded. Others were injured. Eight-year-old Cleo Clayton, who had somehow walked out of the collapsed school, was killed by flying debris from the exploding truck.

In all, forty-five people died because the self-admiring Andrew Kehoe felt unappreciated by the people of Bath: 38 children, 2 teachers, 4 other adults and Andrew Kehoe. Fifty-eight people were injured.

In the course of a search of the still-standing half of the Bath Consolidated School, another five hundred pounds of dynamite were discovered in the basement of the school’s south wing with an alarm-clock detonator set to destroy the school’s south wing at 8:45 that morning. The police speculated that the jolt of the first explosion somehow disabled the circuitry of the second bomb. Back at the ruined Kehoe farm, investigators found a wooden sign that Andrew Kehoe had wired to the farm’s fence. It read, “Criminals are made, not born.” To the very end, the self-obsessed Andrew Kehoe was blaming others for his misfit disposition.

To this day, the bombing of the Bath Consolidated School building is the deadliest mass murder at any American school.

I have retold the story of Andrew Kehoe and his mass murder of school children to heighten your moral sensitivity before moving on to another pathologically egocentric American terrorist bomber, William Ayers, the notorious friend, benefactor and political ally of Barack Obama and the former wing commander of the leftist Weatherman bomber group.

Obama’s Pet Monster

Shortly before noon on March 6th of 1970 the hypersonic shockwave from the simultaneous detonation of forty sticks of dynamite shattered the walls of an historic 19th Century townhouse at 11 West 11th Street in New York’s quaint and quiet Greenwich Village. The building collapsed in a heap.

Susan Wager, a former wife of silver screen legend Henry Fonda, was doing her laundry in a basement up the street. She recalled that “a real quaver ran through the ground.” She went out into the street and saw two young women covered in soot – one of them completely naked – who had escaped from the burning ruins. Susan Wager led them to her home and gave them clothing. She briefly went into the street and when she returned the young women had vanished. They were later identified as Catherine Wilkerson and Kathy Boudin, both of whom were out on bail for assaulting a police officer.

A search of the ruins found the human remains of three other Weatherman bomb crafters: Theodore Gold, Terry Robbins and Diana Oughton, the erstwhile lover interest of William Ayers.

Some of Diana Oughton was found near a workbench in the basement of the ruined townhouse. A week later a detective chanced upon the tip of someone’s little finger. A print taken from this finger tip was matched to one on file in the Washington files of the FBI. That is how we know that the unrecognizable human remains were those of Bill Ayers’ live-in girlfriend.

The police also found four cartons containing 57 sticks of dynamite, 30 blasting caps for detonating dynamite, several cheap alarm clocks with holes drilled in their faces for attaching detonator-circuit wires, and four 12-inch-diameter pipes packed with dynamite. A member of this group had purchased two 50-pound cases of dynamite from the New England Explosives Corporation only four days earlier.

The Weatherman bomb crafters had been building anti-human fragmentation bombs packed with high explosives and lots of iron nails. These were more sophisticated versions of the rolling truck bomb that Andrew Kehoe detonated at the Bath school in 1927.

The Weatherman bombers had intended to obliterate everyone in attendance at a soldiers’ dance in Fort Dix, New Jersey; they were eager to kill all of the soldiers, all of the soldiers’ wives and all of the soldiers’ girlfriends. Their inflated sense of their own righteousness liberated them to murder with abandon. In every essential sense the Weatherman bombers were the soul mates of the egocentric Andrew Kehoe, but with their Grand Plan to murder, blind, deafen and mutilate countless strangers put on hold and with his lover blown to bits and the police closing in on him, William Ayers fled.

Bill Ayers joined with other destructive egomaniacs to form the Weather Underground. Ayers and Cathy Wilkerson, who had survived the destruction of her father’s townhouse, would co-author the Weather Underground manifesto, titled Prairie Fire. Its very first line declared, “We are communist women and men underground in America.” The title was lifted from an aphorism by that killer of millions, Mao Zedong, “A single spark can set a prairie fire.” It was on sale for a dollar-fifty in coffee houses and lefty bookstores in the summer of ’74. It was dedicated to the woman Bill Ayers had loved and cheated on, Diana Oughton.

A month before the New York townhouse explosion, the Weatherman terrorists detonated a bomb at a San Francisco police station that killed one person and injured two others; an FBI informant inside the group testified that Bill Ayers and Bernardine Dohrn were co-conspirators in this lethal bombing. Larry Grathwohl, a Vietnam veteran had been recruited by the terror group and he had won their trust. In 1974 he testified before a Senate subcommittee that Bill Ayers had spoken of the bombing afterward:

“He cited as one of the real problems that someone like Bernardine Dohrn had to plan, develop and carry out the bombing of the police station in San Francisco, and he specifically named her as the person that committed the act . . . He said that the bomb was placed on the window ledge and he described the kind of bomb that was used to the extent of saying what kind of shrapnel was used in it . . . [I]f he wasn’t there to see it, somebody who was there told him about it, because he stated it very emphatically.”

Mr. Grathwohl further testified about a failed Weatherman bombing in Detroit. He testified that Bill Ayers had intended for the bomb to explode when the greatest number of people would be in the blast zone:

“The only time that I was ever instructed or we were ever instructed to place a bomb in a building at a time when there would be people in it was during the planning of the bombing at the Detroit Police Officers’ Association building and the 13th Precinct in Detroit, Michigan, at which time Bill said that we should plan our bombing to coincide with the time when there would be the most people in those buildings.”

Mr. Grathwohl tipped off the police and the unexploded bomb was found. It included thirteen sticks of dynamite with an M-80 firecracker for a blasting cap. Next to the M-80 was a burnt-out cigarette. A mass murder was averted only because the burning cigarette was not hot enough to ignite the thick paraffin-impregnated fuse of the M-80.

At a closed Weatherman meeting Bill Ayers had been asked how many Americans he believed would have to be killed to realize his dream of a communist America; his answer was millions of people. If you are the sort of patriot who would resist a communist takeover of America, then Bill Ayers was talking about killing you.

Bill Ayers got high on high explosives; he couldn’t get enough of them; with every detonation he got the same erotic rush that a pyromaniac enjoys while watching the world burn. Ayers was ecstatic when a Weatherman bomb exploded inside the Pentagon; he said that he shrieked with delight when the radio reported the explosion. “We already bombed the Capitol,” he admitted, “and we’d cased the White House. The Pentagon was leg two of the trifecta.” President Obama’s political strategist David Axelrod has described the president’s relationship with this bomb-happy weirdo who tried to blow up the White House as “friendly.”

Mr. Axelrod is far too modest. In truth, William Ayers was a formative influence in the creation of Barack Obama’s political persona and the source of Obama’s multi-million-dollar wealth. Bill Ayers has admitted to being the author of Obama’s “autobiography” Dreams from My Father, which brought Barack millions of dollars in royalties and shaped America’s perception of Obama. This means that the two of them were intimate collaborators; it means that Obama had bared his soul to William Ayers. They were much more than just “friendly.”

It was William Ayers who had rescued Obama from obscurity and given him a position on the board of the Woods Fund of Chicago, a money-laundering middle-man organization that allows donors to contribute to radical left-wing groups without actually writing a check to those groups. They sat together for years. They were soul mates.

Is it any wonder that the aging radical Bill Ayers finally outed Obama as a literary fraud. Bill’s books were selling poorly while the one book Ayers had ghost written for Obama in the hope of making Obama a weapon against America, a sort of political bomb to blow up the American system, had instead made Obama a rich, comfortable, disappointment.

Maybe Obama’s softness toward bomb builders is a Democrat Party thing. After all, hadn’t Bill Clinton pardoned Weatherman terrorist Susan L. Rosenberg, who was caught by the police with 740 pounds of dynamite, a submachine gun, and sundry other weapons in her car? Ms. Rosenberg had also harbored a participant in the robbery of a Brinks truck that took the lives of two police officers and a Brinks guard.

Susan Rosenberg had also participated in the jailbreak of Joanne Chesimard (aka Assata Sharur) who had been convicted of murder for the ambush assassination of a New Jersey state trooper. Chesimard fled to Cuba where she, like Bill Ayers, is free as a bird. Rosenberg had served only 16 years of her 58-year sentence. Bill Clinton would also pardon Linda Evans, a communist Weatherman cultist who was arrested only months after the Weatherman bomb factory explosion in Greenwich Village. In her possession at her Detroit arrest were weapons and explosives. Charges against her were later dropped because wiretap evidence against her had been unauthorized.

On May 11th of 1985, Linda Evans was arrested again for terrorist activities and weapons violations. In her possession were over seven hundred pounds of dynamite. On Linda’s enemies list were the U.S. Capitol Building, the Navy Yard Officers’ Club, the FBI, and the New York Patrolman’s Benevolent Association, among others.

Evans was sentenced to forty years in prison. In the very last hours of his administration, the morally bankrupt Bill Clinton pardoned Linda Evans, though she was a full 24 years short of serving her sentence.

This was the same Bill Clinton who commuted the sentences of sixteen members of the ultra-violent FALN Puerto Rican terrorist group that had detonated 146 bombs in the United States, murdering 9 people and mutilating dozens of others. The injured numbered in the hundreds. The FALN’s most notorious bombing was at the historic Fraunces Tavern in lower Manhattan, a meeting place of the Sons of Liberty and the site of Washington’s farewell address to his officers. It was timed to explode in the midst of the lunch-time crowd. One of the four people killed was decapitated; sixty people were injured, some of them horribly.

The FALN convictions included sedition, bomb making, firearms violations and the illegal possession of explosives and ranged from 35 years to 105 years in prison. These commutations were opposed by the U.S. Attorney’s Office, the FBI and the Federal Order of Police. None of the terrorists were repentant; none of them had requested a commutation. Bill Clinton turned them loose in the hope of garnering votes from New York City’s Puerto Ricans for his wife Hillary who was then a New York candidate for the U.S. Senate. This is the Democrat Party at work.

On the very morning that Osama bin Laden’s terror team used two jetliners as flying fire bombs to kill almost three thousand people, the Left-leaning New York Times carried an interview with the bomb-loving Bill Ayers who crowed, “I don’t regret setting bombs. I feel we didn’t do enough.” A few days later, in another Times interview, Ayers declared that America made him want to “puke.” The Times interviewer offered that her parents, too, had been members of the Weatherman group. In this interview with Times reporter Dinitia Smith, titled “No Regrets for a Love of Explosives” (Sept. 11, 2001), the thrill bomber Bill Ayers admitted that even now he envisions “a certain eloquence to bombs, a poetry and a pattern from a safe distance.”

It says volumes about Barack Obama that he believes that Bill Ayers is “normal” and acceptable company for the President of the United States. Ayers is married to Weatherman bombardier Bernardine Dohrn who is famous for praising the pathological Charles Manson cultists who had butchered the pregnant actress Sharon Tate and others. “Dig it,” Dohrn had declared, “First they killed those pigs, then they ate dinner in the same room with them. They even shoved a fork into a victim’s stomach! Wild!” It was from the Hyde Park home of these two sociopaths that Barack Obama launched his political career.

If justice had been done, Bill Ayers would now be serving a life-long prison sentence. For the purpose of comparison, I point out that on December 22nd of 2008 five Muslims living in America were convicted of conspiracy to murder American military personnel at Fort Dix in southern New Jersey. They had attempted to purchase AK-47 and M-16 assault rifles, an M-60 machine gun, rocket propelled grenades, rockets, handguns, nitroglycerine and C4 high explosive. An informant exposed the plot. No bombs were detonated. Four of the terrorists were given life sentences; the fifth was condemned to 33 years in prison.

It is noteworthy how swiftly America’s Left-leaning academia embraced Bill Ayers, how effortlessly he was welcomed into the circle of upper-crust Chicago liberals, how casually he made the acquaintance of Barack Obama, how matter-of-factly Obama’s political mentor David Axelrod characterized the bond between Ayers and Obama as “friendly.”

There is no significant difference – psychological or moral – between William Ayers and the Weather Underground and the domestic bombers Eric Rudolf and Timothy McVeigh; their political differences are just window dressing. Ayers was angry at all things American; Rudolf was horrified by baby-killing abortion mills; McVeigh was provoked by the Clinton administration’s sniper assassination of Vicki Weaver and her son Sammy at Ruby Ridge and the Clinton administration’s needless killing of 76 members of the Branch Davidian religious sect at their compound in Elk, Texas, near Waco, on April 19, 1993. It was two years to the day, on April 19th of 1995 that McVeigh detonated his ammonium nitrate truck bomb in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City as revenge for the “Waco massacre.” The blast killed 168 people and injured more than 800 others.

Obama Exploits a Tragedy

On the morning of December 14, 2012 a freak of nature named Adam Lanza, age 20, shot his sleeping mother in the head four times with a .22 caliber rifle. After that he destroyed the computer hard drive that was bursting with clues about his creepy deviant predilections. Then he piled two handguns, a shotgun, lots of ammunition and a semi-automatic rifle into his dead mother’s car and headed for the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, about five miles away.

It was inside the school that Adam Lanza, with his usual blank expression, his effeminate hairdo and his total lack of masculine virtue, shot to death 20 six-and-seven-year-old children and six women. Seventy percent of his human targets that morning were female. He sadistically shot them again and again; some of his victims were shot eleven times. The cowardly Lanza killed himself as armed men closed in to put an end to Lanza’s depraved slaughterfest.

When word of Adam Lanza’s twisted mass murder of women and children reached the media it set off a feeding frenzy; news seekers schooled like piranha at the taste of blood; they pestered the grieving and the neighbors of the grieving; they congested the roads Newtown.

Every other story was pushed into the shadows; it was all over the front pages; it filled the inside pages; it dominated every television news program. And suddenly, horror of horrors, no one was paying any attention to Barack Obama. The white-hot spotlight was on Newtown and Barack was far away in Washington.

Not to worry . . . Hadn’t Barack’s former Chief of Staff, Rahm Emmanuel, notoriously declared that “You never want a serious crisis to go to waste.”? Hadn’t Barack rushed to the scene of a mine explosion in West Virginia to “mourn” the death of 29 miners and, coincidentally, grab the spotlight and us the photo-op to make another pitch for more intrusive government and federal regulation? Hadn’t the Democrats lamented that the 9/11 massacre had happened during the presidency of George W. Bush, thereby depriving Bill Clinton of the opportunity to bite his lip and “feel our pain” and look presidential? Oh, heck. Hadn’t Barack jumped on Air Force One, at a cost to us of over $179,000 an hour and flown 15,000 miles to Bagram Air Force Base in Afghanistan just for a quick photo-op with the troops to celebrate the anniversary of Obama’s targeted assassination of Osama bin Laden? It was all about grabbing the spotlight.

So, everybody forget that Democrat idol Bill Clinton’s assault on the Branch Davidians near Waco killed 21 children younger than sixteen, and forget that Barack’s drone-war tactics had killed hundreds of children, Barack was going to Newtown to “mourn” once more and, coincidentally, put the spotlight back on himself.

When Barack arrived with his entourage and his prodigious security detail Newtown was already congested with sympathetic tourists, gawkers and intrusive media people. This was predictable. On the Saturday three days after Andrew Kehoe destroyed the Bath Consolidated School in 1927, thousands of vehicles passed through the small town of Bath, Michigan, an enormous number for that time and place. Many people in Bath, and later in Newtown, experienced the intrusion of so many strangers as an unwelcome trespass into their zone of grief. Unlike George W. Bush, who had the foresight and the decency to not land Air Force One in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina because his presence would have further snarled an already struggling community, Barack Obama was determined to push his way into the spotlight on Newtown>

Obama was in Newtown within 48 hours of Lanza’s mayhem. He was the last speaker at a vigil in the Newtown High School gymnasium. A long line of families snaked around the building; townsfolk expressed dismay at the length of the line.

Mr. Obama strode to a podium he had brought with him, the one emblazoned with the presidential seal and, incongruously, announced that he was there as a parent, not as the president. He spoke for 18 minutes. His speech was filled with as much empathy as his Director of Speechwriting, Jon Favreau, could cram into 18 minutes. There were lots of warm and vague assertions about how such tragedies must never happen again. He hinted at the need for more government regulations. Obama was careful not to use the word “gun” even once; he wanted to be soothing, but not controversial. It reminded me of the time when Illinois Senator Barack Obama flew away for a vacation in Hawaii as the moment approached for the Illinois Senate to vote on gun-control legislation that Obama had sponsored. His fellow senators wanted him on the Senate floor for the crucial vote; they pleaded with him to return in time for the vote. Obama refused. The politician who had voted “present” so many times to avoid being associated with any “controversial” legislation had once again taken shelter.

As soon as Obama left the stage in Newtown his chief advisor, David Axelrod, carpet-bombed Obama supporters with a fund-raising pitch that exploited the Newtown massacre. This is the black-letter text of that e-mail letter:

Friend - -
Our hearts broke on Friday as we learned of the tragic and senseless deaths of 20 children and six adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut.

Last night, President Obama addressed the families of Newtown, offering the love and prayers of a nation, and vowing to use whatever power his office holds to protect our children from such unthinkable acts of violence.
He spoke from the heart - - as a president and a parent.

As we reflect on the lives lost last week, we must also, as the President urged, consider how each of us can play a part in making our country worthy of the memory of those little children.

I hope you and the ones you love have a happy and safe holiday.



This letter included links to the video of Obama’s Newtown speech and a donation page asking for donations of as much as one thousand dollars. There were two donation buttons – that’s two opportunities to donate to Barack Obama. Not to a memorial fund for the slain children or the heroic adults who died at Newtown, but cash donations to the only person on the planet Earth who really matters: Barack Hussein Obama.


There are monsters in America. The ones who best capture our attention are the ones who pop up suddenly and shock us with their urgent need to capture our attention. They have grievances; they have manifestos; they have no empathy for their victims. With the exception of the truly insane, they are all sadists who take more than philosophical satisfaction in the suffering of their victims.

These sadists include William Ayers and his wife, Bernardine Dohrn and all the Weatherman bombers. The ethos of the American Left romanticizes violence; it makes cult heroes of the Black Panther Party that dealt drugs, murdered rivals, extorted money from shop keepers and assassinated police officers. Ron Karenga’s gang, United Slaves, gunned down rivals on a California college campus in a dispute over who would dominate the Black Studies program; Karenga’s gang stripped two black women naked and tortured them for two days with an electric soldering iron, a flowing rubber hose and a box of detergent (use your imagination). The idiot enablers who don’t care about human rights would later embrace Karenga as the inventor of the sad black-separatist ritual called Kwanzaa.

The Clintons, Bill & Hillary, came of age when every “hip” college idiot had a poster of the sadistic mass murderer Che Guevara on his dorm room wall. Barack Obama’s clueless mother and his lefty alcoholic grandparents thought nothing of allowing little Barack to be mentored by an America-hating communist named Frank Marshall Davis. Both the Clintons and Obama would one day make the liberals’ ritual pilgrimage to seek the blessing of the violence-fomenting Al Sharpton who tells us in his autobiography how he was indoctrinated with communist perspectives by a beloved teacher and how he walked the halls of his high school clutching a little red book stuffed with the pithy sayings of the mass-murdering despot Mao Zedong. When Bill Ayers declared that he could stomach the mass murder of millions of Americans as the price for realizing a communist America, he wasn’t kidding. Bill Clinton felt no remorse when he freed the FALN and Weatherman terrorists who had murdered and maimed so many Americans. Bill and Hillary and Barack have a romantic attachment to these sadistic sociopaths. At some deep psychological level they envy the unbound freedom of these outlaws. There is no better example of the essential infantilism of the American Left.

All the big booming bombs and all the loud banging gun shots of all the unhappy people who have wanted to “make a statement” and get our attention were just so many big loud foot stomps by brats too childish to engage us in a civil conversation. Bill Ayers is a brat. Every member of the Weather Underground, living and dead, is a brat. The Black Panthers were all brats. The creator of Kwanzaa and all of his torturing, murdering thugs are brats. The people who sympathize with these homicidal brats are only encouraging violent anti-social infantilism. I would include in this second tier of enablers the Clintons and Barack Obama all of whom turned their backs to the victims of violent leftist vigilantes and chose instead to empathize with their tormentors. These enablers express sympathy for the victims of violence only when the perpetrators are not espousing some leftist motivation for their horrible behavior and then only to grab the spotlight for themselves.

Thomas Clough
Copyright 2013
January 4, 2013