From our new October issue: A preview of choice readings from John Kerry’s magnum opus.
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(Special Preview: From the October 2004
American
Spectator
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In a gallimaufry of puerile prose from his 1971 Band of
Brothers, the Democratic Party's 2004 Vietnam Vet of the Year
publishes sniveling sentiments and hairy-chested boasts that he
apparently hoped time would erase:
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Jim Weber
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I, I didn't care about anyone else. You know, I cared about myself
and I, I got drafted into the army and it made quite a big change
because I was waving flags all the time that I was on my train, you
know, down to South Carolina where I got my murder training. And I
... okay, I went in there and my complete moral worth was
completely destroyed. I mean I was a worthless human being. The
worst thing that you can be in the military is to be called a
civilian. And so they had to completely re-socialize us, which they
were very effective at doing. I didn't agree with everything, but I
went along with it. Then I was sent on to
advanced
genocide
training down at Fort Polk, Louisiana. And this is
where I got, you know, this is where I started to hate, hate
anything that wasn't exactly like me. Anything that wasn't a
fighting machine. Gooks.
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Skip Roberts
