Growing up, my dad always called himself a draft dodger for ducking into the National Guard. Vietnam was not going to be his legacy; he had no hatred for the denizens of that Asian Country. He wasn't rich (instead he poached deer); he wasn't well connected to influential people. Instead, he took the safe way out, but he never advocated for anyone-else's forced deployment to the jungle.
If a hick from the sticks can show common decency, I do not think it is too much to ask of a Harvard Graduate and potential president. People change, people mature, forgiveness is a virtue; however sometimes it cannot be granted-- particularly when they march around teeming with machismo.
So I did what any non-rational person would do to keep myself from hate-vomiting: with the help of the Democratic Underground, I started Photoshopping the record.
I can do better.
Probably not.
Liam '12
Freedom Just For Me
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