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Dear George,
Remember back in the day when you and I were young men? We were but two of the lead actors in the Baby Boom generation, you and me, born in the second half of the 1940s. Our Dads had just come back from fighting a war to concieve us. Your dad and mine. And millions of others.
Anyway, back in the day, young men our age were faced with choices. There was a war going on that our country said was the right thing to do, what with a domino's potential to fall and all that. No matter. We could choose to serve in the military, we could choose to take our chances with the draft, or we could choose to find 'another way'.
The choice of 'another way' was real popular with you rich kids. My Dad, you see, was a salt-of-the-earth type who worked his ass off in a factory to allow my Mom to stay home and for his two sons to go to college. Your dad was ...... well, the whole country knows who your dad was. So I really had fewer choices than you.
Anyway, George, you remember when I joined up? Navy. I figured I owed my country something. But I wasn't dumb. I figured if I had to go, I'd choose the service that allowed me to take my bed and a communal kitchen with me. But no matter, George. It could still happen that the Navy would see fit to send me over there to fight that war. I mean, they even sent the rich sons of the nation's diplomatic corps to war. Your remeber that guy John ... what was his last name? Tall, skinny guy. The one who won three purple hearts and a shitload of other medals. Or that admiral's son? You had some dust-up with him in 1999, I think. Was that .... where? .... South Carolina? Anyway, no matter.
Here's my point, George. You chose 'another way'. You protected that hellacious war zone, the beaches at Corpus, from air invasion. What a brave fighter jock you were, cutting that dashing pose all decked out in your flight suit and outsized jockstrap. Flying for the Rich Daddy Squadron in the TANG. Wutta stand up guy you were.
NOT.
Listen here, you fuckwad loser. How DARE you deign to go to Viet Nam and spout that crap about Iraq that you've been spouting? The people you're speaking to kicked our asses back then. There's no other way to spin it now, nearly 40 years hence. Yet you, the defender of the beaches and beer bashes at Corpus Christi, have the fucking nerve to try to lecture the world on fucked up wars?????
Kiss my ass, you loser. You sorry assed motherfucking coward. And don't give me any shit about that Clinton guy going over there in his last year in office. At least THAT man, who also chose a different 'other way' back in our youth, at least HE was principled.
You, you intellectual flywieght, have no principles. None.
Go fuck yourself.
And stop representing ME on the world stage. You disgust me.
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