My son has been out of state.  He is on his way home.  He stops at rest stops and had to call me yesterday from one, sputtering with fury.

In front of the main section of parking in the rest stop, a young man stood with a sign.  A man in maybe his 30’s.  His sign said “Disabled Navy Veteran – please help.”  He didn’t approach people, he simply stood.  Cars pulled in to park in front of him.  Cars with yellow ribbons stuck on them with the cheesy over-done “support the troops” message.

And those cars paused, engine running, and then pulled back OUT and moved down the long lot to park further away from the Navy veteran forced into public begging by this nation’s abyssmal record of “supporting” its thrown-away, used and abused troops.

All of you asshats who can’t pony up a bit of change and who don’t even have the guts to face this man and at least say “Sorry, strapped and tapped, can’t help…but thank you for serving and sorry for your troubles.” can go fuck yourselves, ok?

And no, do not give me any bullshit about “Well, he probably is lying and not a vet.” or “Well, he’d just use it to drink or drug.”   Because this old Kantian bitch will tell you—it isn’t about what that down and out man would do or why he does it.  It is about what YOU do or do not do; error on the side of generosity and righteousness.  Or, if I see you doing the nothing you do, I may just shove that magnetic yellow ribbon up your ass.