When Uncle Johnny was a wee lad, I watched on the TV as shit around the world went down.
Every time the President of the United States came out and projected strength, decision, and commitment.
When Uncle Johnny wore a uniform, the President of the United States was The Man who sent me off to support the mission, possible to kill or die if my number came up. The President radiated confidence in himself, the intelligence at his disposal, the leadership, and me. No matter how bad it got, the President was always cool, calm, and collected, the Joint Chiefs war fighters who had been to see the Elephant and knew what they were putting my brothers and I into.
Now we have this fucking joke of a corpse stumbling around on stage, shitting himself, and blathering on about his dead son and how he's the greatest ever.
The Joint Chiefs and the high command are full of ass kissing shamming faggots.
The chain of command is more worried about hidden white nationalists than winning wars.
I don't know how I feel watching this.
Numb, I guess.