The 1999 movie The Sixth Sense produced a memorable line spoken by the character of a  young boy named Cole, played by Haley Joel Osment.  The child was suffering because he had the unenviable gift of communicating with dead people.  He confided his burden to a child psychologist named Dr. Crowe, played by Bruce Willis.  The tearful boy added the dead are "walking around like regular people.  They don't see each other.  They only see what they want to see.  They don't know they're dead."

The psychologist was fervently trying to help the boy.  As a trained professional, Dr. Crowe believed that the child was clinically delusional.  But there was a problem.  Dr. Crowe was dead.  He didn't know he was dead.  It fell to the child to help the psychologist finish business from the life he had departed and move on to join the dead.

Left-wing news media, from desiccated dowagers like the New York Times to strumpets like Salon and the Huffington Post, are dead and don't know it.  They only see what they want to see.  People who recently thought themselves so powerful – Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi; the list is very, very long – are walking around like regular people, but their existence is over.  So many are dead and don't know it.  They were murdered by their own hypocrisy.  They claimed to be publishing the truth, but they offered only the half-truth of blind dogma.  They claimed to fight for freedom but created more lifeless government control.  They claimed to stand for inclusiveness, but all they offered was soul-killing blame to the outsider. 

Like the dead psychologist who could see only his theory of illness in the boy, the recently powerful deceased were poisoned by their own prejudices.  They wail of their delusions from the darkness.  They are useless specters with no power except futile yowls of hateful names – racist, sexist, phobic this and phobic that – against the living.  Hate was the last thing they knew in life and all they can speak in death.

The dead are disconnected from the conditions of life and serve no purpose for the living.  They can only wail forth calumny.  This week it, was hurled against Steve Bannon, the former Breitbart News executive, whom the president-elect chose to be his White House chief strategist.  The disincarnate ghouls at Salon said Bannon hates Jews and women and "[h]as been embraced by the worst of America."  The unnamed "worst of America" they fear are the living, the thinking, and the free.  The unknowing dead at Huffington Post called Bannon by the hollow and senseless term "white nationalist."  They cry out in meaningless words because they have no link to life – only to the delusions of the dead.

Alan Dershowitz wasted his breath disputing with the dead.  He said, "It is not legitimate to call someone an anti-Semite because you disagree with their policies."  Dershowitz went on to provide rational, historical evidence disputing the growling libel against Bannon.  But Dershowitz would be better to speak to the living.  Harry Reid, late of the Senate, degraded that body by gnashing his rotted teeth against Trump and Bannon.  Reid has no power to do any good for the American people, and brings the sour stench of death to their great representative body with his impotent hate.

Today it is Bannon.  Tomorrow the bloodless ghosts will fling furies against someone else.  There is no point to answer them.  They cannot hear anything but their own bitter frenzy.

The child said, "They cannot see each other.  They only see what they want to see."  Let the dead bury the dead.  Let us ignore them, forget them, and live.