As we all recall, Generalissimo Drumpf, our generation’s incarnation of the late, lamented Jubilation T. Cornpone, earned multiple deferments, the last one for convenient bone spurs (which later miraculously “cleared-up”), in the sixties, instead displaying his martial prowess battling STDs on the casualty strew chancroid fields of Manhattan’s sexual revolutionary dating scene, calling it his “personal Vietnam”.
When our valiant CinC took his rolling shitstorm revue to the decks of the USS Gerald R Ford yesterday in Newport News, Va. he was given the customary gifts that any visiting dignitary (urp) would recieve, a flight jacket and Ballcap, and wisely advised... ‘Here Mr President, please take this home.’”
Instead he decided to indulge in a bit of cosplay and wore the gear for his speech which was, surprise, surprise, largely about himself.
“I said, ‘Let me wear it,’ and then they gave me the beautiful hat and I said, ‘You know, maybe I’ll do that’. We have a great ‘Make America great again’ hat but I said, ‘This is a special day, we’re wearing this, right?’”
John McFarland, a veteran and military analyst, had this to say on facebook:
“I realise Trump rates a salute as Commander in Chief and he can wear a command cap if he's comfortable doing so, but that doesn't mean we sailors and other vets have to approve of it.
Other vets were not so circumspect:
Keep on playing dress up, asshole, you’ll soon have every Vet with a shred of decency hating on you.