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Slate’s Jack Schaefer is joining Media Matters in desperately trying to establish the meme that spitting incidents involving war veterans is myth, an urban legend. After all, that reprehensible behavior on the part of VietNam era leftists has hung like an albatross around liberals’ necks for years, now.…But Blackfive says it happened to him personally. And a number of his commenters are saying it happened to them as well. It happened to my Dad.
Yeah, and although this post doesn’t mention people like me, I was a red-hot leftist (marxist) revolutionary back then, and I did spit on a couple of returning vets. From the safety of a crowd, behind a barricade and a police line.
I was an America-hating asshole and a coward. I’ve learned better, and I’ve learned to feel regret for my shameful actions then. Can’t say the same for the current crowd of shameless, cowardly, America-hating leftist jerks, though. (Hat tip: Glenn Reynolds).
On his return from Nam one of my friends was spit on. He knocked the b out. No trouble because the airport security officer that saw it had been in Nam.
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Good on you for repenting from the error of your ways.
It takes a big man to recognize error and repent, a somewhat larger one to admit so publicly.
As for me, most of my youthful errors involved brawling, boozing or promiscuity. My primary regret is that I didn’t do more of it while I had the energy.
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While I never spit (simple cowardice on my part), I shouted obscenities and did everything that I could think of to provoke a few soldiers that crossed my path back in the early 70s. I have carried that shame ever since, and have tried to make up for it in word and in deed. Thanks for having the guts to come out and fess up…you gave me the courage to do so as well. Perhaps it means nothing after all this time (and can such things ever really be made up for?) but we can at least vow to never forget, and to fight the repetition…
Perhaps it means nothing after all this time
It means something to me…
but we can at least vow to never forget, and to fight the repetition…
…and there’s why.
I’m not anybody in the scheme of things, but I am a fellow citizen and maybe that’s everything. Be proud of what you’ve just done. I am.
No offense but I was a leftist anti-war person at that time and hung out with same and none of us would ever have dreamed of spitting on the vets. We felt sorry for them, forced to fight in a stupid war and not allowed the political reality that could’ve helped them be on the winning side. The war was wrong and stupid, but to blame all the anti-war people for the wrong-hearted actions of a few is to color the whole thing purely for political purposes. I never blamed the vets then and I don’t blame them now. I blame the president and the generals. And those kind of leftists who did that usually turned out to be neo-conservatives in their thirties and forties. I saw it happen over and over again. There were plenty of stupid anti-war people at the time and there are plenty of them now. But this is not about the fringes, anymore than the fact that every single day somebody at Free Republic talks about lining the liberals up against a wall and executing them makes conservative american politics necessarily a violent movement. Life is full of doofuses. Show them the door.
Apology accepted, and yes, after all of these years, it means something.
So, Tim, you did not do it, your friends did not do it, and anyone who did was a “neo-conservative” anyway.
You have that right, look in the mirror.
Right. We in the Movement had a term for you people: we called you “useful idiots,” and we planned to stand you motherfuckers up against a wall first after the revolution succeeded. I wasn’t a “leftist antiwar person,” I was a fucking Marxist revolutionary, or at least I thought I was then. We used to laugh at you glasses of warm milquetoast, and then use you like wet kleenex. I see you’re no smarter today than you were then. Sad.
> I blame the president and the generals.
How about you? Didn’t you earn at least as much blame?
After all, the president and generals were correct – the communists did to kill a bunch of folks. The president and generals did fail to stop that, but you advocated letting it happen.
There are several mountains of skulls due to your position. Surely it’s time to accept some responsibility.
Yeah, the interests of truth are always their own reward. If this sort of revisionism weren’t so endemic it would be shocking. Certainly, every person who showed up for an anti-war protest was not a practitioner of this cowardly assualt or a Commie, but they lent their endorsement to both. Don’t like it now with the wisdom of years? Hey, I don’t doubt it. But come clean and we can move forward together as countrymen. Assert yet more insipid lies, well, whatever else you may be doing, you are living in the past. An ever more distant past.
I was a fucking Marxist revolutionary
Step back! Who was the crazier, fucking-capital-A Marxist revolutionary, you or Roger L. Magoo? Or maybe Horowitz?
We used to laugh at you glasses of warm milquetoast, and then use you like wet kleenex.
Huzzah?! Is that one of those crazy hippy flashbacks kicking in? Blowing your nose with a glass of milquetoast?! That’s fucking cosmic, man.
You, like the rest of us, finally grew up. Too many still haven’t!
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Spitting on vets then, spitting on peace protesters now.
Anyone who accepts Bill’s apology doesn’t care about the spitting, only the direction.
Let’s have a cite, approximate date and location, for your alleged spittings so the plausbility can be independently verified. It’s still an urban legend without independent attestation.
False confessions have always figured in your (once-a-marxist-always-a-) marxist universe.
Now you’re an America loving jingoistic asshole and coward. The more things change…
Bill Q was there, man! Fuck all you pussies in the pussy with warm glass of toasted milk! you who did not muster strength of anti-imperialist will to spit!
Hey Dickhead,
You didn’t spit on vets because of ideology or anti-war sentiment, you did it because you are a power hungry cunt who enjoys the power over other people. This is why you were a rabid marxist back in the day, it was all about power. Your heroes were Stalin and Mao, not because they were far left nutters but because they had very imaginable power and you liked that.
You changed and got sense in the 80’s (maybe late 70’s) when you saw how paper thin and short-lived that power was and another power took your fancy in the form Reagan and then the neo-cons. Well guess what??
You spat on soldiers because it gave you a hard-on. Thankfully pathetic cunts like you are very, very rare in the left/anti-war movement of today but there are plenty of you on the right (a lot of whom claim they were lerftists and then saw sense. Ha!) and I wouldn’t put it past you to spit (physically or verbally) on anti-war vets or the rightously angry mothers who have lost sons because of fucktards like you who get off on it.
Fuck you and your friends! People with only a half-arsed grip on reality know who the true America haters are (Hint: It’s not the folks who would rather American forces to spend their time actually defending America).
Oh yeah. Your fly is undone! Cockhead.
I’m not sure what the “wet kleenex” part was about, and I’m not sure I want to. All I’m going to say is that this is the reason why Atrios and the Editors call you guys “wankers.”
Looks like Twisted_Colour is easily distracted.
Liar, Liar pants on fire. But I am sure it makes a good story at the cocktail parties.
Don N
What? We got a link from some lefty shithole fever swamp of a blog? Well, thanks for the hits, you pathetic tools. I see that some things never change. You’re just as fucking easy as you ever were.
“I was a fucking Marxist revolutionary, or at least I thought I was then”
At least you thought you were?
We in this little thing we call “reality” had a name for you, then and now. We called, and call, you morons.
“I see you’re no smarter today than you were then. Sad.”
You got that right.
Thanks -
I used to spit on Vietnam Viets all the time. They used to start crying and saying that they were sorry for bayoneting babies and that the liberals were right all along. This happened hundreds, literally hundreds, of times.
Ha, I said that to your mom last night.
…you fucking shithole shitbag republifuck!
Bill. Don’t you dare shut down this thread. It’s just chock full ‘o’ nuts. They’re coming out from under the rocks and sunlight makes them scatter and scream. You hit more than a nerve. You ripped their cojones off and shoved them down their throats. You’re an apostate to them. It’s amazing how similar they are to the Islamofascists…
Word. Moreover:
The Leftists claim that they don’t really like abortions. Well, I was a Leftist once, and I aborted babies for fun. I kicked pregnant women in their stomachs and laughed. If that doesn’t show you what assholes the Left are, what does?
Similarly, the Left claims that we are the racists and they are not. Well, back in my Leftie days, I burned a cross on a black man’s lawn and dragged him to death behind a pickup. Who’s the racist now, huh, moonbat fucktards?
Finally, the grand coup de gras: the Left claims that we are anti-democratic and rig elections. Well, one day when I was wearing my leftie hat, I brought a little keyboard with me into the voting booth and plugged it into the Diebold voting machine and hit the Start key and edited the vote totals. Predictably, not one of the usual LLL suspects said a word about a fellow moonbat “hacking the vote” — even though I changed the tallies to favor a Republican!
Truly, the hypocrisy of the Left knows no bounds.
Oh, I get it now! They’re auditioning for a couple of new job openings at the Edward’s ’08 campaign.
Great strike of fat?
It’s like a free ticket to a comedy club.
Make that foie gras, and I’m all over it. Good catch, Clayton… That made my day.
Bark, you leftard moonbats, bark for me!
“Bark, you leftard moonbats, bark for me!”
Hey man, you write pulp science fiction with Bill Shatner and you post on a blog. And, of course, when in your youth, you “thought” you were a Marxist revolutionary, except, of course, you weren’t.
You can bark for me, pal. Call me when you get a life.
Cheers -
Come on, russel, you dumbass, you can do better than that. Sit up! Roll over! Woof!
And try not to be so obviously jealous of me, okay? It’s embarrassing for both of us.
“Come on, russel, you dumbass, you can do better than that”
No need to do better. That was exactly good enough.
My work here is done. Have a good day.
*snorrrrrrrt*
I mean, it’s *mm-hrm* so *twitter* tough… forgive us.
*grabs the 179-page scientific journal in front of him and hides his face behind it and makes a desperate but clearly hopeless effort to remain silent while his body vibrates with bent-up laughter that finally erupts with a violent, wet gasping noise like several dozen whales surfacing simultaneously, accompanied by a rivulet of fast-moving drool trickling out from under the report and making its way across the desk and finally dribbling into his own lap, at which point he emerges from behind the journal and attempts to explain to three stony, staring female study buddies, who unfortunately only serve only to remind him of the awesome, nearly life-threatening humor of the situation, so that all he can say to them–to the people who hold your academic future in their hands–is, quote, “WHOOOOO,” after which he pulls his head, turtle-like, back into the report, and the only noise in the apartment, aside from the labored, gurgling gasps that he continues to emit, is the sound of the three girls picking up their backpacks and marching grimly and permanently from the room.*
(Bonus points to whoever recognizes that.)
Shakespeare! “As You Like It” – first draft.
Bill, you haven’t got a chance against these guys. Doncha know it’s the left wing brain trust that’s shown up here?
Man, what a show!
They’ve got the baboon screech and holler down, that’s fer sure. There can be no doubt now that we are indeed related to monkeys.
Too bad entertainment like that can’t be used to get things done.
You’re just as fucking easy as you ever were.
Is that the best you’ve got you second-rate hack?
You’re jealous, too, Twisted? Well, I suppose you would be, given the vast lack of writing talent you’ve got on display here.
And as for you, scar-disfigured cripple, I think it’s touching that you’ve saved my picture. Do you take it out every day and masturbate to it, (using tweeers to grasp the, ah, appendage), thinking how your worthless life might finally mean something, if only I might bother to at least notice you? Well, consider yourself noticed, in the same way that I’d notice something smelly stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
Folks, here you see it: the fucktard left on vivid, livid display. No wonder they can’t win anything but jeers in the real world. Even their own candidates run screaming from any association with them. And they’re so stupid they just can’t imagine why nobody wants to be within a hundred miles of them.
So basically, what you are saying is that back about 35 years ago, you wanted to overthrow our democracy and install a totalitarian government, specifically a Communist totalitarian government; and after Communism collapsed you looked around and found the next best totalitarian movement you could find? Forgive me if I don’t think your moving the black armband from your left arm to your right arm is such a big deal.
Yeah you were the kind of hardcore badass who just stomped all over people, just look at this courage you demonstrated back in the day:
Did you also laugh at the “glasses of warm milquetoast” and use them “like wet kleenex” from “the safety of a crowd, behind a barricade and a police line”, because well; that’s not reall very badass. Those are more the actions of a “glass of warm milquetoast” who knows he would get used “like wet kleenex” if he weren’t hidden behind a crowd of people and police.
You do admit you were a coward, though. Perhaps you were speaking metaphorically, then? By “use you like wet kleenex” do you mean that you and your “fucking Marxist revolutionary” friends used to sit around in rooms far away from anyone else and laugh at the “glasses of warm milquetoast” who you hid behind to spit at veterans?
If that’s the case, well I guess things haven’t changed much, because you and your slimy, cowardly, totalitarian buddies still sit around rooms far away from everyone else and “laugh at glasses of warm milquetoast” such as Cindy Sheehan who lost her son fighting a war based on lies.
I started writing this hating you; but you are really to small and sad of a person to hate.
No, dumbass, I’m not saying that at all. That’s your fantasy, doubtless dredged from your laughable “reality-based” thinking.
Forgive me if I don’t think your characterization of my libertarian-conservative leanings as “fascist” makes you anything more than a drooling idiot and a typical product of today’s leftist edu/propaganda mills.
However, I have enough courage today to admit what a shameless fool and coward I was back then. You, on the other hand, today a shameless fool and coward – and liar, especially to yourself – don’t have the stones or the brains to do likewise.
Nah, I and my fellows did it to their face. They were milch-beasts like you, too stupid to understand what was happening to them, and no threat to us, their handlers and goatherds. Neither bravery nor cowardice entered into the equation – wet kleenex is a commodity, to be used, abused, and thrown away when its usefulness is over.
And what a pathetic dupe she is. That you bring her up demonstrates to me something I’ve always feared was true: stupidity – hers and yours – is eternal.
You’d probably better go now, for the sake of your own precious self-esteem. You aren’t doing very well here with me, and one of your current masters probably needs his toes licked. Come back when you break the hold of your religious convictions and begin to show some glimmer of sanity again.
I don’t hate you – it would be like hating, I dunno, wood. Some basic, mindless material that could be shaped into a useful tool if I desired it.
I started writing this hating you
Moved by hate, are you? And you imagine you represent something good? Someone confessing hate today isn’t in a position to condemn someone for a confessed mistake three and a half decades old.
But hey, hate is nothing compared to the crime of calling useful idiots milquetoast, which strangely fixes your attention and obsesses you.
We’ve always said that the modern left is full of hate – hatred for self, country, success, anyone who doesn’t follow your dark obsessions.
You aren’t converting anyone with your performance. Anyone not already motivated by hatred will be utterly repelled by you.
Your confession of hatred reveals the intellectual triviality of your view of things. It is almost disappointing. One would hope the left would be represented by worthier people.
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