Posted on 09/01/2007 7:44:57 PM PDT by kristinn
In a frontpage article in the Outlook section of Sunday's Washington Post entitled "Drinking. Brawling. Hurting.", a leftist anti-Bush Yale anthropologist graduate, Sarah Stillman, paints a picture of wounded soldiers at Walter Reed Army Medical Center abusing alcohol at Washington, D.C. area nightclubs to indict the Bush administration and the war on terror.
Readers would not know Stillman is a Bush-hating leftist by reading The Post's description of her: Sarah Stillman, a 2006 Yale graduate, is a Marshall Scholar writing a doctoral thesis on gender, violence and the media.
However, her 2005 Huffington Post profile describers her thusly: Sarah Stillman is a senior at Yale University, where she is earning her simultaneous Bachelor's and Master's degrees in Anthropology. An active participant in the global justice movement, she has worked abroad with grassroots anti-sweatshop organizers in Shenzhen, China (www.cwwn.org), returned refugees in rural Guatemala (www.mesaglobal.org), and unionizing sex workers in Bangkok, Thailand.
Further reading of Stillman's Huffington Post blog reveals her 2005 trip to Venezuala. She wrote about that trip with contemptuous condescension for President Bush in nearly every paragraph:
I arrived home from a week in Caracas, Venezuela just in time to catch the latest episode of the Manifest Destiny Variety Show, starring George “The Liberator” Bush and his much-anticipated plans for renewal in Iraq. And let me tell you, it was a mammoth relief to sit down in my air-conditioned TV room at 8 pm on Tuesday and discover that my Commander-in-Chief hasn't missed a beat in the War on Terror. Because for a second there, the men and women I met during my time in Caracas came pretty close to convincing me otherwise.
.....But that wasn't the only travel-induced wrinkle that Bush Jr.'s speech ironed out for me. The people of Venezuela also had me raising an eyebrow when I sat down to watch their state-run news program, on which I witnessed--FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE OCCUPATION OF IRAQ BEGAN--a televised sequence of Iraqi victims: a young girl whose face had been bombed into a shiny pink goop; an older man whose shrapnel-filled guts lined the street. What's more, I finally saw the corpses of U.S. troops, who have thus far appeared to me only in the occasional form of yearbook photos sandwiched between staged statue-topplings and “Mission Accomplished” Kodak moments. It was enough to make me wonder: as quotidian as charred flesh and crushed skulls have become in Iraq, why do I have to travel more than 2,000 miles to view this devastating footage?
....Hence, my relief when Bush Jr. was finally able to give my exclamation-weary eyebrows a break on Tuesday night, in his first presidential address to the nation since who-remembers-when. Assuaging my doubts about the efficiency (not to mention integrity) of pouring billions of dollars into the Iraqi occupation, he pointed out that "we're advancing freedom in the broader Middle East." Rectifying my misperception that the U.S. troops are blindly bombing the bejesus out of the Iraqi people, he informed me that we are, in fact, “laying the foundation of peace for our children and grandchildren.” Quelling my concerns about the impunity he has gifted to the self-confessed bomber Luis Posada Carriles, he reminded me who the REAL terrorists are (you know, those Arabs around every corner who hate freedom, tolerance, little old ladies, chocolate sprinkles, me, you, etc.).
Gone is the momentary but terrible terror of doubting the War on Terror. Of course, if I lived in a country like Venezuela, I might have to entertain the possibility that the respite wouldn't last more than a precious hour or two; that my fellow citizens would be out marching in the streets against such Orwellian inversions and empty cheerleading; that the military men and women who are returning home from Iraq would cry out for their lost limbs and their forfeited sanity; that the uncensored newsreels of what's REALLY happening over there might yank the tidy ribbon off of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
But here in America, I needn't worry about such things. And so, when I finally get around to unpacking my suitcase this afternoon, I promise to pause for a moment as I slip my U.S. passport back into my desk drawer, tossing up a “Thank-you-Jesus” that I'm an heiress of the liberty-lovin', darkeness-dispellin' Lucky Sperm Club.
Stillman writes in The Post that she is "a 23-year-old occasional volunteer at Walter Reed and the girlfriend of a soldier serving in Iraq..."
The theme of her article in The Post is that the war is creating a generation of traumatized soldiers who are getting drunk and getting in fights because the evil Bush administration ruined their lives forever.
Bear in mind, Stillman has a masters degreee in anthropology--she studies humanity.
Stillman tries to make a case for a nationwide epidemic of whacked-out Iraq veterans getting drunk and getting in fights or killing themselves.
So what does Stillman do about it besides writing a hit piece in The Post? She takes soldiers with traumatic brain injuries in her car to D.C. area bars so they can get drunk so she can write about them in The Post:
On a recent night, I loaded up the car with TBI-afflicted friends, including Pete (who, for the record, is funny and smart and kind), and drove to a happy-go-lucky bar in Adams Morgan in the District, where the drinks come with cheerful pink umbrellas.
Sarah Stillman, 21, enjoys rabble-rousing with groups like the Student Legal Action Movement, Critical Resistance, and the Yale Coalition for Peace. She edits MANIFESTA, a bi-annual feminist journal, and is writing a collection of essays about corporate globalization’s consequences for young women worldwide. She has lots of glorious armpit hair. sarah.stillman@yale.edu.
And she's so proud of herself.
Lovely.
Kick her butt Kristinn.
by the looks of her, this girl wouldn’t be able to load up her car with guys unless they needed a designated driver.
It has been my experience that the women who attract men like bees to honey are the women who really like men.
Sarah Stillman ain't one of them.
It has been my experience that the women who attract men like bees to honey are the women who really like men.
Sarah Stillman ain't one of them.
What a treacherous piece of dirt ... preying on vulnerable brave heroes for her own twisted agenda.
Here’s more info on Stillman from ‘05.. mentions Kathryn Jean Lopez from The Corner, but I don’t know if she’s being quoted here or not.
http://www.dinocrat.com/archives/2005/07/30/the-delightful-sarah-stillman/
Thank you for ALL you give and do, kristinn. God bless and protect our awesome troops.
The 60’s wackos, jane fonda, and peace signs are back. Damn.
This is one twisted little sister.
Someone should do a psychological study on all the socialists/liberals in our ivory tower universities. I know for a fact, many of them are plagued with poor social skills and more than a mild distaste for their peers.
They should not be allowed to set policy for others, I don't care how "smart" they seem. They are disturbed.
Good thing it was my 1st cup of the night, and PTL for blessing me with a very short memory for the babbling vulgarities of commie sluts (anything more descriptive would get ME banned) ;~)
I am a firm believer that this elementary social divide is at the core of what makes one a liberal or a conservative. Politics begin on the playground.
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You just can't make this **** up....can you?????
Notice this bitch wanted to see Hugo Chavez before she wanted to “help” wounded troops.
She’s taking out wounded warriors who more likely or not are still on some form of medication. Meds and drugs don’t mix. It’s been a problm that Walter Reed is trying to fix and this bitch throws gas on a fire.
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