50 Foot, Bronze Hooka Pipe
This story is a bit old, but I’m so friggin sick of the whole Chenney incident that I could puke, so you’re getting old news.
This story comes out of Canada. It’s about a revived proposal to build a monument to U.S. “war resisters”, from the Viet Nam conflict, who fled to Canada instead of being drafted.
It’s a good thing that they want to build it in Canada. You can keep that shit up there.
“But, Kyu, these people were protesting an unjust war…this monument is a testament to their struggle and courage to stand up to the administration.”
Bullshit. They broke the law to save their own asses so they could get high, grow long hair, and fuck each other all day. (Ok…so some of that isn’t all bad, but they still broke the law.) While some poor guy was getting his legs blown off doing his duty to his country, those cowards were jumping ship, fleeing to Canada.
Let’s build a monument to cowards…great idea.
Oh…I know this will ruffle the feathers of my more liberal friends, such as Dan over at
Crallspace. So, let me throw in a little disclaimer here: I’m not saying that speaking out against the government makes you unpatriotic. Nope. I’m saying that if you dodged the draft, you’re a criminal and a coward. Cowards shouldn’t get memorialized.
Sure, some of those guys actually did it as a protest…but the majority fucked off ‘cause they were scared shitless and couldn’t knuckle up and do their duty because they wanted to get stoned instead…so, some other poor shit got stuck in the jungle getting shot.
I remember when I was a kid, probably around 12 or 13 years old. I was at my Grandparents house sitting at the dinner table across from my Grandfather who was a WWII vet. I was spouting off some rhetoric about leaving the country if there ever were another draft, rather than go off to die.
The look that my Gramps gave me was like a slap across my face. It was like I just wiped my ass with the US Flag and started a BBQ with it. He gave me the lecture of my life that day…it was a civics lesson I’ll never forget.
He explained to me what it meant to be an American. How we’re living in the greatest nation in the world, with freedoms that some people will never ever experience. He told me about how he had been wounded by shrapnel fighting in the Pacific theater. He wanted me to realize that, while he hoped that I would never have to experience war, that to run away and turn my back on the call from our nation would be the most cowardly and dishonorable thing a man could do.
The draft dodgers do not deserve a monument. They barely deserve the pardon that Carter gave them. If anything, the veterans that served deserve an apology from these twerps.
As a side note…don’t you think that this whole thing with Chenney is getting blown WAY out of proportion? I’m talking J.Lo, Beniffer, Nick and Jessica out of proportion. The guy shoots his buddy in the face and first thing he’s supposed to do is call a press conference? I don’t remember Clinton calling up Oprah saying, “Hey, you’ll never believe what just happened. I was walking through the Oval office today, my pants fell down, I tripped, and my dick got stuck in the mouth of an intern.”
He made a mistake, one that could have cost his friend his life. If that were my friend the first thing I do is call an ambulance, not a news truck. Yes…it’s news. But, why is it Dick’s job to report it? Isn't that what reporters are for?
Alright, enough ranting. Enjoy your weekend!