Michael Kelly, a prominent cheerleader for Bush’s War, died just over ten years ago. He was in Iraq to cover his glorious little war when his Humvee overturned and plunged into water. Kelly drowned.
Kelly was the worst kind of smugly infuriating propagandist, leading the pre-Iraq War assault on reality and reason. A lot of my early blogging amounting to griping about Kelly. And then he was gone. And I haven’t even thought of him for years.
See Tom Socca, A Stupid Death in a Stupid War: Remembering Michael Kelly
The premise of Kellyâ€™s argument for invasion was that escalating the war, carrying it to Baghdad on the ground, would settle the problems â€œeasily and quickly.â€ Like his fellow poets, Sullivan and Christopher Hitchens, he presented his romantic vision as clear-eyed advice. Evil must be opposed. Good would triumph. Anyone who disagreed was benighted, mistaken, immoral. …
… Perhaps, like Sullivan, he would have changed his position on Iraq, had he lived to see our military might losing control, the easy liberation collapsing into hell, Saddamâ€™s torture prisons reopening with American torturers. What might he have written, if heâ€™d had the chance to engage with the terrible truths of this past decade? What might a hundred thousand other people have done, if theyâ€™d lived too?
And we’ve never properly mourned, have we?