This is one of my favorite topics and something that I most often have to argue with folks normally on "my side" of the political aisle.
Iraq and Vietnam are, fundamentally, identical.
Both conflicts were/are small pieces in a larger war against a hateful ideology that exploits the worst in human nature and uses the most vile techniques to subjegate the people, all in pursuit of world wide domination. Our country won the military conflict in both cases, but were hamstrung by squeamish politicians and media.
In both cases the MSM has provided an unrelenting stream of negative and dishonest propaganda intentionally architected to undermine public support for the conflict. And in both cases the traitor party (copyright Ann Coulter) has encouraged our enemies and provided them aid and comfort in pursuit of their own political agenda.
We need to crush the "Vietnam syndrome" in Iraq and win the peace, which we are well on our way to achieving. Then we have to revisit the history of Vietnam and tear apart the lies the were foisted on us. I'd love to have this happen before Uncle Walter and John "I'm a war hero" Kerry shuffle off of this mortal coil. They'd look great being frog marched into Leavenworth.
This comment and a Freepmail I just received inspires me to investigate. Which I shall.
It'll be a terrific topic for my Blog and since I'm convinced the young American people don't understand it, time for me to start snooping, checking and getting at the truth. I'm good at it if I put my mind to it.
Also, I meant that bit about the Vietnam's effect on my personal life. My ex-husband was the child of two vehement liberals, one a psychologist, the other a lecherous engineer. the man put his hand up my skirt once and other females came forward with tales about him. Perfect family on the surface, waaaaay more nefarious beneath.
Anyway, they wanted to send Rick to Canada. Said they would pay for it. Rick's lottery number was number three. There was no hope. He was going to go. Our happy future was shattered.
I was a young woman, pretty, dewy-eyed, with dreams of a home, children, the whole bit. I could not leave my country and reside in Canada. It just wasn't going to happen. Not that I would have called myself especially patriotic but when the chips were down, noway. This lady's an American to the bone.
So Rick left me and I was heart-broken for a couple of years. Eventually I turned against the Vietnam war and don't forget there were no news alternatives. I became an activist of the highest order. Hated Reagan. Hated Nixon. The libs could tell me anything, I believed it.
Time for the Bloggers to get at the truth. On some level I know I was fooled. Now I want to find out the complete truth. I'm sure it's out there. Got me a beautiful little granddaughter and am determined she not be deceived.