Well, sure enough, the prof in that class was an out, and out commie. We were treated to a plethera of french films and one soviet film. I was so tired of reading subtitles by the end of that class. I was Aceing the class because I needed to keep my GPA at a 4.0. I regurgitated what he wanted to hear. For the final he assigned a paper. The topic "What films influenced your life to this date".
Ah, my final blow to this little commie. Well, I decided that I'd pretty much had enough of this little commie, so I wrote a 20 page, single spaced, thesis on the effect on American culture of the Three Stooges. I stayed awake nights watching and taking notes, I looked up articles in the library, I interviewed people, I hit the bricks running and I wrote the best I could. To make this long story short, I recieved an A in that course. I must have blown the little commie's socks off. The next semester he was including Three Stooges "shorts" in his class. This is another example of the intellectually lame left. You see, my paper was a joke, a long, funny joke, but he plagerized my joke. The commie prof though it was an intellectual work of art. Then I went back to my serious studies and was comfortable in my science and a little law, and the fact that I had kicked a commie butt with the logic that God had given me.
The commies were on campus then. I didn't want to be distracted by these idiots. I needed all the study time I could get. One night I was studying in the drom's commons. There was a loud discussion about Vietnam, against the war and anti American. They had moved in after I had started studying. When it got too uncomfortable to me, I packed up and started to leave. One comment by the group boiled my blood, I can't state exactly the words, it was a long time ago, but I stood my ground for the first time, in a long time. I walked toward the group and I said, "You will NOT desecrate the memories of the fine men that fought for this country in my presence. I am a veteran of Vietnam, I was a "doc" and a Ranger in that war. I saw more courage in one day than you will see in a lifetime. Have the common decency to wait for me to leave the room before you spew your filth at my brothers that saved my life. Have the respect of their lives, and mine, to leave this alone. I have a goal, I have to study, I have no time for politcal statements, I want to be a doctor. Leave your politics at the door if I'm in here. I'll leave if you come in, that's fair enough".
From that day forward I was treated "different". Sometimes good "different", sometimes "bad" different, but at least I had let it out and I could do what I came there to do, get my education and save lives.