MSNBC, kiss my ass! In August, 1971, on my way home (in uniform) on leave after my first tour in Vietnam, a tie-dyed hippie couple in the next seats on the plane loudly reamed me out for being a Vietnam vet. They knew there was nowhere for me to go to get away from them, the lousy cowards.
Now here is my way of 'fair and balanced':
Although I was subjected to a number of insults in the early 70's, I also received some quiet kindnesses too. The family that picked me up while I was hitching a ride along the PA turnpike and shared their homefried chicken with me. The airline counter girl who insisted I pay military standby and gave me a first class seat assignment. My family and friends who gave me a welcome home party (I was really out of it, excited to be back in the world, but I had been awake for about 2 days at that point).
I like to remember those.
The rest of the bastards who went out of their way to disrepect me, can rot in their own little self-created hell.