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
And you still are.... |
