Glad They Died

Whenever I see movies involving post 1960 wars and a soldier from the aggressor country is killed or maimed, I have a sense of satisfaction. One more of these bastards who enjoy hurting others met a fitting end and has left the gene pool. My attitude conflicts with the violins soaring and the other actors bawling their eyes out as they strut about in their pompous little uniforms. When soldiers come home fresh from slaughtering other people’s children and embrace children, I cringe, just as if I would if the soldier were a known domestic homicidal pedophile.

~ Roedy (1948-02-04 age:69)