Many are expressing sympathy for Obama at the tragic timing of this loss: this woman who practically raised him should not have died at this moment, not when he's on the eve of what may very possibly be his historic victory in tomorrow's presidential race.
I've come to the inescapable conclusion that I'm just not as nice as some people are.
I can't forget that Barack Obama threw this woman under the bus when he was defending himself for having spent twenty years listening to the hate-speech of Jeremiah Wright. It's okay--I was raised by a racist," seemed to be the subtext of that supremely ugly moment.
Nor can I forget that Dunham, frequently described as a "feminist," probably helped shape Barack's extremely liberal pro-abortion views.
I also can't help but wonder if perhaps losing his grandmother at this moment might temper down some of the unbelievable hubris of Obama's campaign, which has been running around crowing about the "righteous wind" at their backs. Sorry, but anyone who all but salivates over the possibility of more and more abortion, all of it paid for by US taxpayers, doesn't have anything righteous at his back; maybe a realization that God is still the author of life and death and can choose to take life away even at inopportune moments will ultimately be beneficial to Obama's immortal soul, if not to his planned victory party in Chicago.
Shakespeare knew this better than anyone. In Macbeth, when Macbeth is informed that his wife had died, Shakespeare has him reply with this famous speech:
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Time will tell whether tomorrow will see the election of the nation's first Abortionist-in-Chief, or whether Birnam Wood is even now moving toward Dunsinane; it would take almost as strange a circumstance for McCain to pull a victory out of such a widely-forecast defeat.
I have, of course, offered a prayer for the repose of the soul of Madelyn Dunham; it is my custom to say such a prayer when I hear of any death. But I can't see as tragic the expected and peaceful death of an elderly woman who was granted by God time to prepare for it; the real tragedy will be the deaths of the millions of unborn children who will die should her grandson become our leader, and should he, as he has promised, elevate only pro-abortion judges to the Supreme Court. We are poised on the edge of that much greater tragedy, so my failure to see Mrs. Dunham's natural and expected death as a significantly tragic (though naturally sad, of course) thing is probably due to some defect or other in my character.
Update: Readers from the "Instaputz" blog, please read here before leaving the sort of comment that I will delete.