“Frankly, I am happy that the sob is burning in hell tonight. “
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Actually, you don’t know that he is burning in hell. I’m sorry, but while many of his actions may have been despicable, I don’t like assuming what his punishment will be. I’d like to leave all that to the Maker.
I’m not exactly defending Mr. Conkrite, but I don’t see any good coming from the bitterness I’ve seen here tonight. I know that a lot of you are still hurting over Vietnam (I lost a good friend to post-traumatic stress disorder some years after the war ended), and while it may be impossible to forgive and forget, but it’s really time to let go.
Sorry for sounding sanctimonious, but I just had to say something. Now, let the dirt kicking begin.
You’re right, of course, I have no way of knowing where ole Walter is now, but normally we ascribe a hot place to those responsible for mass murder. Suffice to say I don’t regret that he’s no longer on Earth.
On the other end of the political spectrum as regards VN, but equally culpable, was LBJ, who sent a generation of our young men off to war without giving them the means to succeed at their mission. And, yes, 40 years later when I see men my age whose lives were wrecked for having given service to their country, I get very, very angry. When I go to Arlington Cemetery and see headstones of my contemporaries, I get very, very angry. When I meet with women who were widowed or children (now adults) who were left fatherless because of Cronkite, LBJ, Hoffman, et al., I get very, very angry. And when I hear the likes of Cronkite eulogized in the MSM as ‘the most trusted man in America,’ a hero, I just get sad for the country that began its moral decline in that era. No way am I getting over it.
It may not be my place to anticipate his final judgment, to Walter’s good fortune, but I can surely judge his performance on this earth.