If you turned 90 years old in 2017 you were too young to fight in World War II.
I know this because my dad was drafted in 1944 but didn't go abroad. The war was nearly over when he mustered in. September 23 would have been his 90th birthday.
All World War II veterans are over 90 years old, except for maybe a very few stragglers who lied about their age. They would be, at best, 87.
And now we have empowered Neo Nazis, marching in the streets of Charlottesville, Virginia.
All the blood, the pain, the loss of life and limb. The loss of sanity. A whole generation profoundly affected by world events. And before the last of them draws a final breath, people in this country are glorifying the very evil that this country opposed!
I'm not even going to start on the Confederate flag, except to say that Sherman should have been more thorough.
In the matter of white supremacy, can I just point something out? Whites are supreme in this country! Their salaries are better than minority citizens, their job prospects are better than minority citizens, their numbers are larger, and they're in charge. You want to see white supremacy? Take a walk on Wall Street and see who's running the world. Look at pictures of our nation's CEOs, strolling together at some exclusive conference. You won't see any minorities there.
The lowest forms of life -- people who blame their own loser status on someone else with a different skin color -- are empowered by our loathsome chief executive, who couldn't bring himself to denounce the white supremacists or the terrorist who plowed through a crowd of counter protesters.
We must resist this. We must stand up against white bigotry and promote the advancement of American minorities. This despicable behavior is unacceptable.
If they came to my town with their damn swastikas and tiki torches, I'd be out there countering them myself.
Donald Trump, go to Hell. And take all your racist followers with you.