The Democrats, once again, have blundered the situation by overplaying their hand and taking things too far. You had the solitary Mrs. Sheehan against the weight of the Second Triumvirate of American Politics supported by the Rove Machine. The underdog. One voice. Then the Howard Deans and the Michael Moores and the Moveon.orgs move in, and set up camp, and Joan Baez is singing, and the Sean Hannitys and the Rush Limbaughs and the Bill O’Reillys of the world now have their fodder.

And yet: Who the hell are these people to criticize Cindy Sheehan?

The draft-dodgers and the oxycotin addicts and the sex addicts and harassers, from their air-conditioned high-rise studios, while playing golf and eating steaks and puffing on your fat cigars?

I don’t care if you agree or disagree with her politics. Or some of the statements she has made. You might think she is a complete kook. But keep your opinions to yourself.

She is the one paying the price for your war.

Have some respect, for God’s sake.

If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.