Cindy McCain: PTSD Is For Pussies I'd like to tell this scrawny little Stepford bitch something. PTSD killed my father, which is to say it was most of what drove him to kill himself. My father was a lieutenant in the Army (you can read two pages about him, p.673-674, in his CO, Col. David Hackworth's About Face if you search "Roberson" here) in Vietnam. Like McCain, he volunteered. He was not only fully trained, as Cindy McCain says here, but had graduated from the Citadel. Unlike McCain, he did not spend his time cruising for tail and crashing planes. He did, however, see his best friend blown apart by a booby trap and have his head land in his lap as he himself lay wounded, full of shrapnel he complained about in his legs most of the time I knew him. He also lost a finger trying to get his men clear and call off mistaken fire from a Navy gunship.For the rest of his life, he became ever more frayed. Any loud noise freaked him out. He did indeed wake up in cold sweats(though according to Cindy McCain, he should not have), if he slept at all. It led to pills, and alcohol abuse, and abusive behavior toward his loved ones, which eventually broke my family apart in 1980. Three times after that, he tried to kill himself, the last in 1986. My father was not a draftee, nor uneducated, nor unaware of what he was going through. But there are some things far too big to deal with, for anyone, and none of us who haven't been there can imagine what any of that is like. I only mentioned the two most repeated stories I heard growing up. There were far more. And for Cindy McCain to suggest that John McCain is immune to PTSD just because of his training and character and..whatever...is a gob of venom in the eye of everyone who has served this country only to return with shattered bodies and minds, and destroyed families and possibilities as ever-expanding collateral damage, till some, like my father cannot take it anymore and fear they will always harm or be a burden to those around them, and do as he did. Possibly because someone like Cindy McCain made them feel they were simply failing to be brave, and made them feel ashamed for not having the big ol' balls of her Johnny. Like those who used to consider shell shock to be simple cowardice.But what, from such a snakish-looking woman as herself, could you expect but venom?And looking at McCain's random-ass behavior and, most especially, his rage addiction, I doubt she's even telling the truth. John and Cindy McCain: You disgust me, and you disgust America, and I wish you failure and scorn. You have no souls. You have no honor, nor humanity. You will do anything just so McCain can say he was president for, what, a month, maybe six before melanoma takes him? You would ruin this country, whip up the vilest ccultural toxins to push it along, and you would spit on soldiers while doing it, while McCain laughs his creepy little Gollum laugh? For what? Why should we let you? Will you simply stop wasting our time? We don't care about a hollow, rotting old phony's last vanity.Please. You don't know what you're doing. You do more harm than good. John McCain, if you were willing to die for this country, are you willing to look beyond yourself and sacrifice for it in other ways? Do you realize you are the wrong man, and you could be opening the door to far, far worse, and we will curse your name forever if so?
Stop pretending this campaign can win. Stop staining the hole where your soul was. Go away, and stop making us all so sick.
Labels: election 2008, history, mccain, politics, vietnam