The Department of What Goes Around, Comes Around lets us have it right between the eyes with this heart-warmer about a Vietnam veteran who let Hanoi Jane Fonda have it…right between the eyes.
(Credit to WorldNetDaily – which reminds me:  There seems to be scuttlebutt on the Rottweiler about how WND’s suddenly not a credible source, because supposedly they sometimes leave out details.  Frankly, they don’t do anything that most of the Lame Stream Media™ aren’t doing, and we never hear the bitching about that  from the Left,  so…)
A Vietnam veteran was arrested in Kansas City yesterday for allegedly spitting on actress Jane Fonda during a book-signing event.
Michael A. Smith, 54, reportedly waited in line for 90 minutes, passed a book to the Academy Award winner, and then spit tobacco juice into her face.
Right about now, there are a few hundred thousand Vietnam veterans giving this man a standing ovation.  I daresay this man will never again have to buy his own beer.
Though he attempted to flee, he was taken into custody and charged with disorderly conduct.
See, that’s where I might’ve differed.  I’d likely have stood there and taken on whomever had the balls to try to defend that bitch.  I’m guessing that the only thing the other people in line would’ve done is wring their limp-wristed hands in limp-wristed angst.
Which would be oh-so-most appropos for them, if you must know.
Fonda declined to prosecute Smith, and issued a statement through her publisher stating: “In spite of the incident, my experience in Kansas City was wonderful and I thank all the warm and supportive people, including so many veterans, who came to welcome me last night.”
Smart move on her part.  That’s one war she doesn’t have a Snowball’s Chance In Hell™ of winning.
You wanna talk about packing a courtroom…
Smith told the Kansas City Star that Fonda is a “traitor” who had been spitting at war veterans for years.
“There are a lot of veterans who would love to do what I did,” Smith told the paper.
Not to mention one civilian in Dallas who’d love to shake your hand and buy you a beer or twelve.
Molon Labe, sir.  Molon Labe.
Misha’s taken some time to analyze the new Pope, and gives his unrestricted approval.
That’s good enough for me. (grin)