Beldar on why Ayers matters:
I know myself well enough to know that the odds would skyrocket that I’d get into a fist-fight, and even that I’d throw the first punch, were I to find myself face-to-face with a would-be cop killer whose motto is “Guilty as hell, free as a bird — America is a great country!” Even if he wasn’t trampling on an American flag at that precise moment, I could no more break bread with such a man, or share a round of beers, or shake hands with him, than I could with Osama bin Ladin.
If Bill Ayers and his wife Bernadine Dorn are what pass for respectable members of liberal Chicago society now, that’s among the most shameful indictments I’ve ever heard of the honesty and integrity of that city’s citizens.
They are — and it is.
If there’s anyone who ought to have been (metaphorically) ground into paste already under the rear wheels of the Obama campaign bus (along with Tony Rezko and Rev. Wright) a long time ago, it’s Bill Ayers. Obama’s association with him, and his continued insistence in defending this terrorist who won’t repent his own violence, is the single most contemptible thing I know about the Democratic nominee for POTUS.
Ayers was a twisted dollop of evil scum in the 1960s and 1970s, and he’s still evil scum. It is absolutely inconceivable to me that someone who might become the president of the United States could call such a man “friend.”
It is wholly insufficient — a pathetic joke of an excuse — for Obama to “denounce Ayers’ crimes” when Ayers won’t denounce those crimes himself. A four-year-old child can understand that. Why can’t Barack Obama? Or rather, why does Obama pretend not to understand it?
Right on the damned money, every word of it. The people who claim to be baffled by the uproar over this, or those who indignantly try to dismiss it as a “distraction,” a “smear,” or somehow otherwise out of bounds, are revealing a lot about themselves and how they really feel about their country — just as Obama has by his embrace of the filthy bastard, and his subsequent attempts to run from the clear implications and just consequences of it. And none of what they’re revealing speaks remotely well of them; it matters, and it damned well ought to. And if being deeply revolted by Obama’s close friendship with this villainous, evil cur — and his ongoing, frantic scratching like a cat in a litter box to cover it up — is wrong, well, I don’t wanna be right.
Any ideology that demands that its adherents — much less its opponents — ignore such an offense against all decency, simply because he’s “one of us,” is worthy only of contempt and, ultimately, extinction.