They Couldn't Call It "Spinach" Or Something

"Nine days prior to [Harvey] Milk’s death, more than 900 followers of Jim Jones—many of them campaign workers for Milk—perished in the most ghastly set of murder-suicides in modern history. Before the congregants of the Peoples Temple drank Jim Jones’s deadly Kool-Aid, Harvey Milk and much of San Francisco’s ruling class had already figuratively imbibed. Milk occasionally spoke at Jones’s San Francisco–based headquarters, promoted Jones through his newspaper columns, and defended the Peoples Temple from its growing legion of critics. Jones provided conscripted 'volunteers' for Milk’s campaigns to distribute leaflets by the tens of thousands. Milk returned the favor by abusing his position of public trust on behalf of Jones’s criminal endeavors.

'Rev. Jones is widely known in the minority communities here and elsewhere as a man of the highest character, who has undertaken constructive remedies for social problems which have been amazing in their scope and effectiveness,' Supervisor Milk wrote President Jimmy Carter seven months before the Jonestown carnage. The purpose of Milk’s letter was to aid and abet his powerful supporter’s abduction of a six-year-old boy. Milk’s missive to the president prophetically continued: 'Not only is the life of a child at stake, who currently has loving and protective parents in the Rev. and Mrs. Jones, but our official relations with Guyana could stand to be jeopardized, to the potentially great embarrassment of our State Department.' John Stoen, the boy whose actual parents Milk libeled to the president as purveyors of 'bold-faced lies' and blackmail attempts, perished at Jonestown. This, the only remarkable episode in Milk’s brief tenure on the San Francisco board of supervisors, is swept under the rug by his hagiographers."

-- Daniel J. Flynn, doing one of those "Is it live or is it Memorex?" comparisons on the movie Milk - and taking all this "cult" stuff pretty seriously - which would surprise us if it wasn't coming from the ever-ready City Journal.

Yessiree, it looks like another uncovered tale from the land of Jumbo de la Mumbo - AKA funny/sunny cult-loving San Francisco, California. Brought to you (in Hollywood's irresponsibly spiffed-up and re-packaged form) via every damn medium you can get your grubby little hands on: Uh huh, Ladies and Gentlemen, Milk's a falsehood for you and your loved ones to pass around while the rest of NewAge society's "spiritual" types enjoy sucking all the marrow out of reality.

Oh what fun you'll have, repeating what Harvey Milk never said or meant (all originally delivered by Sean Penn) and watching it dribble down front as it exits your mouth or nose - or you pee your pants - staining the body politic with that which never was and never should be. Go on, try it, you lustful liars:

Milk - it does a body (of lies) good.