Please, Politicize My Funeral

Not that I plan on departing anytime soon, but today's hyped-up, hand-wringing caterwauling about the "politicizing" of Coretta Scott King's funeral makes me inclined to officially endorse any use political that can be made of my death. Just to piss them off, you know. (As one is in life, I'm assuming one will be in the hereafter.)
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Outraged over "Outrage"

President Bubble Boy emerged from hiding yesterday just long enough to encounter actual Americans at the funeral of Coretta Scott King, and in doing so, got his ears burned by the words of people who had known and worked with Mrs. King for decades. Of course, from the undented smirk on his face, it wasn't clear the president understood, or even heard, the comments.
That didn't stop the right from being outraged. Outraged, I say! By the political statements at the funeral of someone who was involved in political actions all her life.
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The Gates of Hell

Behind the Phosphorus Clouds are War Crimes Within War Crimes (Guardian)
Although George Monbiot gives perhaps undeserved short shrift here to the Italian documentary that reignited the controversy over the American use of incendiary weapons in Fallujah, he has unearthed – along with blogger Gabriele Zamparini – smoking gun evidence of even more barbarity in the Bush-ordered destruction of the city: the use of thermobaric weapons, whose effects are even more horrendous and uncontrollable than white phosphorus.
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