But back home? Oh no, we had our very own Fifth Column. A legion of tie-dyed, draft-dodging, Che Guevara fanboys and fangirls, led by “useful idiots” like Jane Fonda and John Kerry. And while brave men bled out in the jungle, these pampered radicals played revolutionary in the safety of U.S. college campuses, waving Viet Cong flags and chanting slogans fed to them by Soviet apologists.
And Congress? A Democrat-controlled disaster. These geniuses thought abandoning our allies to the bloodthirsty communists was some kind of moral high ground. In reality, it was a betrayal of biblical proportions. The media, naturally, clutched its pearls and turned up the propaganda machine to 11—24/7 coverage of “baby killers” and moral outrage while conveniently ignoring the communist atrocities just across the border.
Then came the desperate exodus—the South Vietnamese clinging to helicopters, risking death to flee the communist death machine. We rescued some, only for our enlightened leaders in D.C. to sneer at them because—surprise!—those refugees didn’t vote Democrat once they saw what tyranny really looked like. As for those left behind? Many were shipped straight to the killing fields of Cambodia, where Pol Pot—another darling of communist theory—murdered millions. And guess what? Our Democrat politicians knew it, enabled it, and still slept just fine at night.
In the end, we sacrificed over 58,000 American lives—and for what? So smug, elitist politicians could score points at cocktail parties while betraying everything this country claimed to stand for. And for every name etched on that cold black wall in D.C., there are three more shattered bodies and broken minds who came home to a nation that turned its back on them.
We made a solemn commitment to the people of South Vietnam. But thanks to political cowardice, ideological rot, and a media allergic to truth, we broke that promise. Spectacularly.
And we’re supposed to pretend it was all just a “mistake”?
No. It was a disgrace.
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