One Good Thing About the Genocidal Débâcle we called the "War" in Vietnam...

Was that it ended, for all practical purposes, the abomination of peacetime military conscription. The standing army we've had since 1975, of over-armed bulldykes, faggots, niggers and crackers (which is what black people call poor white trash), while a constant threat ["war abroad"] to the peace and stability of world at large, is of no consequence domestically [for the necessary "terror at home" of our tyrannous state--as devised so cleverly by Robespierre--we are amply supplied with militarized police forces, a hideous, bottomless prison system, and a plethora of murderous, predatory "security agencies"]. Still, we call them our "troops," and even Jane Fonda now says she loves and supports them.  Maybe because she's old, and she's tired of being called "Hanoi Hannah."

Well, I don't love or support our fucking "troops" (neither for what they are, nor for what they continue to do in Iraq, Yemen and Afghanistan), and never did, even when they were raised by compulsory conscription (and were butchering the hapless civilians of Korea and Vietnam); but I'm half a decade younger than Jane Fonda, and I was never so prominent as she was in the anti-war movement.  Though I like to think I did my bit:  I went on a couple of notable Peace Marches and successfully evaded the Draft.  I even met Ms. Fonda in person one day in the spring of 1970, when she visited the underground newspaper in Seattle, of which I was the more or less official Gay Liberation Editor.  She spoke encouragingly to us in a general way, briefly, got some pictures taken of herself with our Editorial "Staph," and departed.  I thought two mutually contradictory things then about Jane Fonda in the brief while that I stood in her actual presence:  (1) She was the most beautiful person (except for Peter Coyote, whom I had met in San Francisco in 1967) that I had ever met in my life; and (2) she looked just like her handsome, masculine father (and her brother too, come to think of it).  Nonetheless, I thought I detected real sincerity in her, and was moved by it.

But still, Jane Fonda is simply wrong to love the mercenary "troops" of America, and very much mistaken if she now thinks it's okay to "support" them.  Mercenaries is mercenaries, my dears--killers for hire--and they're the scourge of mankind.