Posted by
VBushmills on Sunday, August 23, 2009 3:59:56 PM
Reported to me today from a friend in Georgia about a small confrontation in an Irish pub in Buckhead:
A couple of Obamaili anti-war types were getting a little loud, standing next to a young fellow sitting next to them drinking a beer with his left hand, seeing he had no right one.
After some rather rude comments about murder, occupation, the standard drill, the ex-soldier said, "I think you're wrong about that."
If you were expecting shillelagh law, you'd be disappointed. The two lefties turned and took the soldier to task, but in a polite, albeit in that condescending, sorry-about-the-hand-but-you're-still-a-dumb-arse way they're trained to speak in public.
They laid out the case for Bush and WMD's. The soldier simply shook his head, and said, "Sorry, you're wrong on that account." Then they made the case for the Haditha massacres. Again, just an "Oops, wrong again." with a grin. Not once did they ask him to tell them where they were wrong (which is a dead giveaway, by the way), but rather, went right on over to Abu Ghraib and GITMO. A small crowd began to gather, about 50-50 my friend said. The veteran seemed to know where he was going, but no one else did.
Finally, the tall one, looking around seeing they were among as many friends as enemies, said, "Come on, soldier, let's hear it. Give us your best shot."
The vet looked them both, "The way I see it, the time has long passed for exchanging insults, or even swapping facts. Nothing I could say would ever change your mind, just as nothing you could say would change mine. Everyone in this room agrees to that one fact. I can find no profit in beating my chest over a thing as insignificant as to whether you get your facts straight.
"All I do know is that when it is over....really over...one of us is going to be standing with his foot on the other's chest. I plan for that foot to be mine. In fact, I know so.
"You called down the thunder, friend, not me."
My friend says you could see the blood leave a few of their faces....then they left.
Laisser les bons temp rouller!