"There are several photographs that will endure forever in the minds of people who lived through the Vietnam War time period. Whatever your beliefs about the justness of that conflict, whether your view was from Khe Sanh or Canada, whether you are right or left, most of us would recall many of the same pictures of that divisive time in our nation's history. Sure to make most people's short list is that one photo from July 1972 showing a young, smiling Jane Fonda perched in the gunner's seat of a North Vietnamese anti-aircraft piece. The implications were obvious. The gun was pointed skyward at mythical American airplanes and Ms. Fonda with her communist allies pictured were happy to shoot them down. Even as a young teen-ager this egregious treason offended me greatly.
"Years later, as a lieutenant of Marines, I was fortunate to attend the U.S. Navy's SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) School in Southern California. Designed primarily for Navy and Marine Corps pilots and aircrews, SEALs and Marine reconnaissance personnel, the school, which was supervised by a number of former Vietnam P.O.W.s, attempted to capitalize on lessons learned in the harsh reality of the Hanoi Hilton. At the course's conclusion, the students had opportunity to query staff about life inside a real prison camp."
"Jane Fonda in North Vietnam"
I cannot recall who among the student warriors asked the inevitable, obligatory question: "What about Jane Fonda?" The answers are unprintable. Ms. Fonda may have been sincere in her opposition to America's involvement in that war, I do not know her heart. But I did learn that, during her visit to North Vietnam, several American prisoners were sincerely and severely tortured because of her actions."
Would-be present-day HanoiJanes best be prepared to PAY fer their TREASON with their souls...MUD
"After the half-hour line at Office Depot-apparently I wasn't the only one doing last-minute protest shopping-I get back to Alan, still snoring, "Alan!... Did you think of anything good?" He sits up and shakes his head. We sit on the couch, stare at the wall, and let the brainstorming begin. Ten minutes later, we have our first slogan: "Except for Ending Slavery, Fascism, Nazism and Communism, War Has Never Solved Anything". I break open the fat black marker, and by the time Amil and Ensar show up, we have a healthy arsenal of four signs. They take one look at the signage and immediately give us our duly earned high-fives. After we find the bulging crowd of activists overrunning Market street, we try to assimilate, signs facing down. I let out a nervous laugh as the excitement grows. We integrate into the throng of activists, and in unison we raise our signs. I notice a sign in front of me: "My Cocker Spaniel is Smarter Than George Bush!" I hear a man behind us, "What the hell is THAT? Hey you!" I turn around and follow the aging hippy's eyes to my sign. This was Alan's genius-a cartoon of a burqa-clad Muslim woman tied to a pole with a leash. The caption: "Protect Islamic Property Rights From Western Imperialism! SAY NO TO WAR." "Hey as*hole!" he yells. We grin as his voice is drowned out by a teenage girl screaming into her megaphone: "1 - 2 - 3 - 4! WE DON'T WANT YOUR RACIST WAR!"
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA...MUD