Mr. Cope, I’ve been looking back over your old blogs and columns, and I can’t find any mention of honoring our veterans. Did you just forget?… or what?
No, I didn’t forget. I just figure the vets get plenty of attention without me joining the choir.
If you ask me, that sounds a little like you begrudge the honor our vets get.
First of all, Scooter, nobody asked you. And secondly, what the hell are you talking about? How does me choosing not to endlessly ooh and aah over our vets translate into me begrudging them all the oohing and aahing they do get?
See? Right there! The way you said that! You said “oohing and aahing over our vets” instead of “honoring our vets.” That sounds pretty darn sarcastic, don’t you think? Especially since you’re talking about the men and women who keep us free?
Look, I said “oohing and aahing” because that’s what it sounds like to me, particularly when it’s coming from politicians who pretend that blabbing on about how great our vets are is actually doing something great for our vets. Or from insurance companies and mattress salesmen who make those slushy commercials to sell us on the idea we should all be buying their insurance or their mattresses because they claim to respect vets more than the next guy. You know the ones I’m talking about… where they offer free delivery or pancakes or something. Then there’s the one where they repeat “Thank you for your service” over and over, hoping that we rubes might think we’re somehow helping out vets when we buy their shit. It’s disgusting if you ask me. I’d like to see vets stand up to it and say Quit using us as your marketing shills! And while we’re on the subject, I’d like to see them stand up to the political pimps and say Quit stroking us with your phony damn ceremonies and parades and speeches and benefit concerts! Just give us the quality health care you promised, take care of our families like you said you would, and for God’s sake, quit sending our soldiers in to do all the dirty work for corporate imperialists!
But… but… they keep us free!
Sonny, I don’t have time or patience to discuss with you how big a threat a peasant uprising in Viet Nam 50 years ago…
No, I didn’t forget. I just figure the vets get plenty of attention without me joining the choir.
If you ask me, that sounds a little like you begrudge the honor our vets get.
First of all, Scooter, nobody asked you. And secondly, what the hell are you talking about? How does me choosing not to endlessly ooh and aah over our vets translate into me begrudging them all the oohing and aahing they do get?
See? Right there! The way you said that! You said “oohing and aahing over our vets” instead of “honoring our vets.” That sounds pretty darn sarcastic, don’t you think? Especially since you’re talking about the men and women who keep us free?
Look, I said “oohing and aahing” because that’s what it sounds like to me, particularly when it’s coming from politicians who pretend that blabbing on about how great our vets are is actually doing something great for our vets. Or from insurance companies and mattress salesmen who make those slushy commercials to sell us on the idea we should all be buying their insurance or their mattresses because they claim to respect vets more than the next guy. You know the ones I’m talking about… where they offer free delivery or pancakes or something. Then there’s the one where they repeat “Thank you for your service” over and over, hoping that we rubes might think we’re somehow helping out vets when we buy their shit. It’s disgusting if you ask me. I’d like to see vets stand up to it and say Quit using us as your marketing shills! And while we’re on the subject, I’d like to see them stand up to the political pimps and say Quit stroking us with your phony damn ceremonies and parades and speeches and benefit concerts! Just give us the quality health care you promised, take care of our families like you said you would, and for God’s sake, quit sending our soldiers in to do all the dirty work for corporate imperialists!
But… but… they keep us free!
Sonny, I don’t have time or patience to discuss with you how big a threat a peasant uprising in Viet Nam 50 years ago…