No, Sloppy Joe, Your Son DID NOT DIE IN IRAQ

But, mine did, and so did over a million others.

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On the evening of a very hot Sunday evening, after I had been worried to death about my son Casey, a soldier in Iraq, I decided to take the family dogs, two spoiled Shih Tzu mixes, named Chewy and his son Buster. This was a nightly habit for us and the dogs were cuckoo bananas for their walks.

So, we walked (mostly Chewy and Buster dragging me from tree, to tree) our normal route, and when we turned the corner to go back home, I saw that my oldest daughter Carly was already home from work. I was happy she was home, but when I walked up on the porch, this was the scene I was violently confronted with through the screen door:

Casey’s father, Patrick was standing, frozen, next to the couch, holding a pair of pants that he was in the middle of folding; Carly was standing near the front door still carrying her purse and keys, and two of the ugliest mother-fuckers I’ve every seen before, or since, dressed in Army uniforms, were standing in the middle of the room. This tragic tableau is fixed in my mind, forever.

I came in, dropped the leashes and immediately collapsed to the floor screaming, “NO!” and, “Not Casey” over, and over, until I thought my heart would break, or I would experience an aneurism.

It’s been over 19-years, and as I write this, I have tears streaming down my cheeks.

Casey’s 2nd Christmas, 1980

I, more than most, have empathy with Sloppy Joe, because, maybe even lizard people love their children. However, Beau Biden did NOT die in Iraq. Major Biden was a JAG and pretty much kept to the Green Zone in Baghdad. I will give Sloppy Joe the benefit of the doubt that perhaps being stationed in Iraq near all the toxins, burn piles and depleted uranium gave Major Biden the brain cancer, but he was not “lost” in Iraq. It’s ironic that perhaps Beau was infected with the pathogens that would lead to his eventual death from brain cancer, when the people of Iraq are still suffering from poverty, still-births, miscarriages, birth defects, and all types of cancer, from the lingering “gift” of U.S. Democracy.

This is another thing that rankles me: euphemisms.

No, my son, my dear boy, was not LOST in Iraq. If he were lost, I would hop on a plane and go find him. Also, he did not “fall.” If he did fall, I would pick him up as I did his entire life. Casey did not die doing “what he loved.” Casey joined the military to be a Chaplain’s Aide (which was in his enlistment contract, by the way), but the Army sold him a bait and switch. When he arrived to basic training, he was told that his preferred position was filled so he had the choice of being a cook or a humvee mechanic. Presented with two bad options, he chose humvee mechanic. He hated it. He hated deploying to Iraq and told us all, “I won’t be able to kill anybody.” Well, it was Casey that was shot in the head and died on Palm Sunday.

As the above meme claims, Sloppy Joe made no mistake, it’s his modus operandi to concoct extremely unlikely stories to appear more relatable. Right, Corn Pop?

Finally, Sloppy Joe is one of the top liars and cheerleaders for the very war that killed my son, for sure, and his son, maybe.

Anti-war Veterans Confront Sloppy Joe about his support for war:

So what’s new? Well, what’s new is this noodle-head has access to nuclear codes and is apparently Iraq-ing, Ukraine. I feel for the people of Ukraine as they are now the victims of Sloppy Joe and his masters, minions, and ilk.

What do you think about Sloppy Joe’s unending devotion to the War Machine? What do you think about these veterans confronting him? What do you think about life?

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