This post requires a preface. As a writer, I’ve never been especially long on diplomacy, but today I’m choosing my words with care. This absolutely must be the case when the subject of these words is Arizona Rep. Gabby Giffords, who is now (as you no doubt are well aware) in the second year of her recovery from a horrific bullet to the brain.

The Safeway in Tucson: The scene of the crime

I have nothing negative to say about Giffords or about her husband, astronaut Mark Kelly. I believe both of them have displayed strength beyond measure in the face of tragedy and a grace so uncommon, I deeply doubt that 99 percent of us could have summoned it. I’m glad for Gabby’s triumphs since that awful 8th of January morning a year ago, and I’m heartened to see that Tucson, too, is well on its way to recovery from Jared Loughner’s evil onslaught.

But, with all that said, I doubt I’m alone in suffering from a degree of “Gabby fatigue.”

Simply put, of late I’ve found myself tired of the endless reportage of minutiae surrounding Giffords’ recovery and wondering (while worrying about my degree of cynicism) about the motives of those who indulge in such hype.

Is this a sort of politics at work, I find myself wondering, hero worship designed to create political advantage? Or is this deification nothing more than the usual selective ignorance we practice constantly in the American media?

Consider the plight of veterans, the severely wounded from Afghanistan and Iraq and a half dozen wars besides. Though their grievous injuries didn’t occur in such a public setting, these men and women are no less courageous, no less determined, no less inspirational than Giffords. All across the country, in medical centers and VA hospitals, we have stories every bit the equal of Giffords’ – and yet they almost never get a single column inch of space, nor a bite of sound on a newscast. The letters of support don’t pile up. The rounds of applause never seem to arrive.

Giffords, meanwhile, fascinates us merely by saying the Pledge of Allegiance.

All of us love a hero, but I also have to wonder when a political hero begins to unravel the process of making laws and governing. Politics, after all, is a business premised on healthy (and sometimes unhealthy) disagreement. In Giffords, we’ve anointed a representative with whom disagreement comes across as uncharitable, mean-spirited or, as in the case of George Morris, himself shot that day in Tucson, something far worse.

“Every time I see them on TV,” Morris told the Republic’s Richard Ruelas about Giffords and Kelly, “it makes me want to vomit.”

Me, I’ll save my nausea for the tawdry and the truly evil, like that mugshot of Loughner’s hideous smirk. My fatigue at Giffords’ press clippings doesn’t mitigate my hope that she has a happy ending. I wish her the very best in her recovery, a return to normal so every day, so regular, that no one sees fit to report it as news.