A Bitch Like You

Here's a story about an inter-action between an elderly woman and an antiwar protester in a D.C. airport. There were protesters on the train platform handing out pamphlets, on the evils of America. I politely declined to take one.

The elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a young (20-ish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely declined. The young protester put her hand on the old woman's shoulder as a gesture of friendship and in a very soft voice the young lady said, "Lady, don't you care about the children of Iraq?"

The old woman looked up at her and said, "Honey, my father died in France during World War II, I lost my husband in Korea, and a son in Vietnam. All three died so a bitch like you could have the right to stand here and badmouth our country. If you touch me again, I'll stick this umbrella up your ass and open it."
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My mother's brother died on the beach at Normandy in the D-Day invasion to free France. My father and his two brothers were all in different theaters: Dad in Europe, Uncle Bill in Africa, and Uncle Core in the Pacific. What did my grandparents do for those 3-4 years their sons were in harm's way and had no way to communicate with them?

Mom lost her brother, my Grandmother lost her son, I lost an Uncle... for what? So these fucking politicians could give our country away to illegals and the lazy?

I guess so.