To say that I am not a great fan of Donald Trump is a massive understatement.
Our eldest grandson is a member of the Air Force, and will be going to the Middle East sometime in October. When I heard Trump’s dismissal of John McCain’s service to our county, I was incensed. Senator McCain spent five and a half years in a Viet Cong prison camp, enduring God alone know what sorts of torture, and Trump flipped him off. “He’s not a war hero. He’s a war hero because he got captured. I like people that weren’t captured.” (He also dismissed Sen. McCain later because he had lost to President Obama, “I don’t like losers.”)
What sort of sympathy will our daughter and grand-daughter-in-law going to get from this person if – God Forbid – he ever becomes Commander in Chief?
Well, now we know.
This is a person who excoriated the parents of a soldier who died saving the lives of his men. That is the support our grandson’s family will receive from Donald Trump. A person who thinks he has made sacrifices because he has worked hard, and amassed a fortune. Oh, and he went to military school. Big whoop. He was sent there by his parents because of “behaviour problems”. What sort of sacrifice is a fortune? He has, to quote Khizr Khan, sacrificed nothing, and no one.
What sort of person – I won’t call him a man – makes fun of people who have lost a son who is willing to fight for his country? For the country Trump himself calls home? The country our grandson has sworn to protect, with his very life if necessary?
Mr. Trump has a soul as dark as the inside of Shan-Wei’s boot, and a heart as cruel as any Viet Cong torturer.
And you may quote me on that.