Fifty years since the end of the Vietnam war
Trump is still a coward - bone spurs my ass. Didn't hurt his golf game.
Trump’s bone spurs - the thing that saved him from serving in the Vietnam War sure don’t seem to have slowed up his daily 36 holes of golf.
Here in Vietnam they’re celebrating the end of that horrific war which ended fifty years ago this week.
I asked Trump how he can manage 24/7 rounds of golf daily with his ‘bone spurs’.
“Well Tom - it was a miracle from God - when the war officially ended my bone spurs healed.
“It took my dad and I a lot of time and money to find a doctor who would agree to sign papers exempting me from service,
“And now I have issued an edict instructing American citizens not to celebrate the humiliation of the war.
I asked about all the American soldiers who took Vietnamese wives and still live there.
I also asked him about all the dead GIs who were killed and were buried in Vietnam.
Are we to forget about them as well?
I have heard horrible stories from American soldiers about what the end days were like.
Many of them slept on the beaches while they waited for the boats and planes to come and get them out.
And they weren’t just Americans, many South Vietnamese served alongside the Americans.
They were promised they would be rescued along side the GIs. Many chose to remain and serve a year in prison.
Nick has met many of them including one S. Vietnamese who told Nick about how he killed his N. Vietnamese brother. He actually boasted about it.
Nick’s best Vietnamese friend told him about sleeping on the beach for close to week before the boats came to take them to America.
He ended up in Texas for a few years before moving to NYC.
He has since returned to Saigon, married a Vietnamese girl and had a daughter.
Nick has heard a myriad of stories about THAT TIME.
This post is dedicated to the American soldiers and the Vietnamese who served and were forced to flee.
His bone spurs were healed by the same agency that caused his shot-off ear to regenerate under a maxipad. He is demon-seed and the devil always takes care of his own. One day, his master will call in his contract and we'll watch him melt into the floor like the Wicked Witch of the West after the bucket of water was thrown over her. "I'm melting!", he'll shout but no one will rush forward to save him.
ref: https://youtu.be/aopdD9Cu-So?si=kfHBWD433Gx-M_nr