Taking some time out from defending Scott Savol on the TWOP forums to browse the blogosphere. I realized that my need to defend this boy’s honor when I haven’t even met him was getting a bit on the (Jon Stewart voice) “Skar-eeeeee” (/JSV) side so I am backing off the forums for now.
So, I loved this! (found where, La?)
Yesterday two things happened. A vote regarding our vets care didn’t pass… but I’m sure the Bumpersticker Brigade supports that… and the same Bumpersticker Mom at the school approached me again. It went something like this…
Her: I noticed you don’t have a Support the Troops ribbon on your vehicle. Would you like one?
Me: Do you have a loved one in the service?
Her: uh… no
Me: Ever been in the military?
Her: No but I support the troops
Me: How?
Her: (lots of stammering) uh By uh showing my uh support
Me: How?
Her: (smugly) By letting them know I support them and not the terrorists(everything was nice and smiley at this point)
Me: Did you support the cut to their healthcare?
Her: What? No
Me: Did you do anything to stop it?
Her: Stammer stammer
Me: Do you support outsourcing the hunt for Osama?
Her: Our country would never do anything like that
Me: Do you know about the vote on Vet’s care today?
Her: Hey, you want a ribbon or not?
Me: No thank you. If you live what you believe, you don’t need bumperstickers to prove it.
– and this one –
I was leaving the grocery store when the young man getting out of the hummer parked next to my car sniped at me:
“Don’t you support the troops?”
I replied, that yes I do support the troops even if I don’t support their current endeavor in the middle east. He turned beet red and called me “unpatriotic”. At this point, I had about had my fill of him and decided to end the argument. I asked him, “What branch of the service are you in?”
His reply was, of course, “I’m not in the military.” It was then that I took my DOD Form 2 (military ID card for the uninitiated) out of my wallet and said, “Yeah, I support the troops because I’m one of them.” I then asked him to impugn my patriotism again. He stammered a few times and went on his way. It was strangely gratifying.
