In other words, you were a DRAFT DODGER
A simpleton like you may find this hard to believe, but there is a class distinction in America. As a member of the middle class, I had the right, obligation and inclination to further my education after my graduation from high school in 1968. I chose to do so. I felt no inclination to enlist in an immoral episode of racial genocide. Unlike some, who felt the necessity to escape the evil that American Imperialism was attempting to perpetrate on the world at that point in time, and move to Canada, I merely enjoyed the perogatives the system allowed me; being allowed to continue my education and express my views, and, in the event, my draft lottery number was 259. To an moron like you that may not mean much. But what it meant was that the Nixon Administration felt that it could destroy the will of the Left by giving a percentage of us a pass. Nixon was wrong, he was also a monster. That is why, after I had secured my way out of the war, I continued to protest the imperialist genocide of the American military-industrial machine. Wanna challenge me as a draft dodger? I'll challenge you to find that I wasn't fighting during that episode. But, dearie, I wasn't on your side. I was fighting for your enemy. Le plus ce change, le plus le meme chose, n'est pas?
Can you imagine how the 18 year old in Viet Nam felt having their legs blown off, while you were home playing coward, hiding in a college room?
I wasn't in my room. I was on the barricades. That 18 year old eventually realized he's been played for a pawn. Else, he is now insane. I have a couple of acquaintances who certainly didn't come back from our immoral war with their minds intact. I see you didn't have to go to Viet Nam to become a looney tune. I'm grateful you've had such an easy time of it.
BTW, babe, what are your dogtag numbers?
In plain language, you are an IDIOT. I'm sorry to have to let you know.
Not that you will be able to comprehend.
Not happy with you one bit sandonstolenbeaches, Ray |
