For about a year, I drove around with this on my window appear in Massachusetts:
To the Massachusetts moon bats credit (if indeed credit can be given in any way to them) my car never got vandalized, but I did have one incident that makes me laugh every time I think about it. One morning as I was driving into work, a car passed me on my right. As I looked over I saw a hand pressed up against the driver side window with the middle finger extended. To my astonishment, it “looked like a little old lady with a gray bun on her head! (In retrospect, I'm not sure she was actually a little old lady, but one of those 50+ year old aging moon bats, but when they look like that, you can never really tell…) I'll be honest, I very nearly did run off the road!
The night before The Gathering of Eagles in 2007, I had the honor, privilege and pleasure to meet a number of The Swift Boat Veterans at the counter-Code Pink demonstration in front of Walter Reed hospital. I got a chance to talk to them face to face for several hours, shake their hands and extend a genuine and heartfelt “thank you” to them. It was special, being able to stand up there by the side of the road, holding an American flag by their side, and being able to hear their point of view on things.
They told me the story of how John Kerry showed up at their reunion, and he walked in wearing a leather flight jacket expecting everybody to make him the center of attention… instead, all The Swift Boat veterans were saying “Who the hell does HE think he is?”
You know, I always felt that these men could have just kept their mouths shut. They could've just stayed at home and swore at the TV like many of us did. But instead, they got off their rear ends and went back to work in the service of their country. Many of them took heat for this, and there was that one fellow who lost his job because of it.
I say, God Bless The Swift Boat Veterans!