Although we wouldn't be caught dead at a Support-Our-Troops rally or a Veterans' Day Parade, progressives across the nation will gather in their communities tonight to honor those we've spent the last 40 years dishonoring: the baby-killing, corpse-burning, genital-mocking, Quran-mishandling, innocent-civilian-torturing, wedgie-giving, uneducated, brainwashed fascist morons who were tricked into the service by unscrupulous recruiters. It's not a celebration, but a time to collectively mourn the loss of people we care enough about to actually pretend like we give damn. And while our maudlin displays of national self-loathing may ultimately embolden the enemy and bring us closer to the Big Three-Oh-Oh-Oh, each candle lit will cleanse us of any misguided guilt we share for constantly kicking our uniformed men and women in the metaphorical nards.
We owe the troops that much.
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