POSTING BY JB MADDAWG
For the majority of this July, I had to step away from The ThrowDown for personal reasons. I came very close to losing my father, a Viet Nam veteran and is surprisingly more opinionated on several issues than myself. Even in his weakened state, my father rested in his hospital bed and for the first days there, could hardly speak.
That is, until a preview of “The Butler” appeared on the wall mounted television. All it took was a brief shot of Jane Fonda (playing Nancy Reagan in the film) to reveal my father’s spirit.
“G-Go…to Hell” was what he chose to hurl at the image of the actress, the medicine given to calm his nerves apparently having zero effect.
For those not in the know, Jane Fonda is an icon to the Viet Nam veterans, and not in a “hey, I’ll tour with the USO and dance around to ‘These Boots Are Made For Walking'” for our boys serving overseas type of way. “Hanoi Jane” as she’s still known, made all the papers in her younger days not by merely protesting the war, but by going to Viet Nam and posing with the North Vietnamese army and an anti-aircraft battery. The same type of weapon used to shoot down U.S planes. Her “two-minute lapse of sanity” will “haunt [her] forever”, and I’m quite certain more than one American serviceman would get in line to make that a certainty.
Fonda has several times over used words such as “exhausted” and “absent-minded” about her little photo-op, and has apologized to our soldiers in a very left-handed way. Of course she’s mentioned that she never ever would hurt the feelings of someone drafted into a war, but has stated several times that captives from Viet Nam were “lying about being tortured” because they were career military men, and “professional killers”. As one could imagine, not exactly compliments abound for Jane at the local V.F.W.
Hatred running so deep, members of the U.S. Naval Academy for years would hear a plebe yell at day’s end “good night, Jane Fonda”, to which the entire company would yell in return, “good night, bitch!”. Fonda had more than made her mark on the world, and solidified herself as the white devil to almost an entire generation of soldiers.
In fact, I vowed to give back to that generation of soldiers, seeing my father still harboring his feelings of betrayal by Fonda. Marking the return to regular posts here at The ThrowDown, I decided to honor members of our armed services, along with my father, by penning an article to make sure this story isn’t forgotten. Not just sons and daughters of Viet Nam veterans, but grand children as well, need to be informed and reminded of the legacy that is the American traitor, Jane Fonda. These are the ones that will not be attending any films giving a paycheck to Fonda. Maybe she can depend of the good folks of North Viet Nam for patronage, since let’s face facts, she isn’t sorry. Example? This photo of her is one of her many Twitter avi’s:
She also lists herself as an “activist”, which she can afford to be, since her career in Hollywood was pretty much guaranteed by her far more talented father. Not to be outdone by some shrew of an old lady that somewhere between riding an enemy cannon and the movie “9 to 5” forgot the sacrifices of the fathers and mothers of this great nation, I’ve decided to be an activist, as well, by providing comfort for the people I respect, not the enemy.
Make your way over to LZ Nam and pick yourself up a five pack of “Hanoi Jane” urinal targets and plenty of other great merchandise to show your pride of our soldiers. I’d include a pic of the bulls eye sticker targets, but I’d rather you’d head over to the site to check them out. They’re a great gift guaranteed to put a smile on any of the old soldiers’ faces. And, The ThrowDown in no form profits in any way for the sales of this product, and I consider it just a “public service”.
I’m sure that Ms. Fonda is driven batshit crazy by the fact that many of us still remember the antics of her past, but remember, we do. We remember for people such as Col. Bud Day, Viet Nam prisoner of war, who passed away today at the age of 88. We remember for the men and women that grew up without a parent, killed in the theatre of war. We remember for the ones that weren’t looking for public headlines and photo ops. They were called by their country, and they went.
And men like my father? He remembers upon returning home being spat upon his return from a war he didn’t ask to go to, all the while listening to spoiled Hollywood princesses lecture him on “what’s right”. My father has no blog, no voice on the internet. He only has his memories. And me. Me and my King Kong-sized internet voice, so I’ll say it for him:
Good night Jane Fonda. Good night bitch.
The ThrowDown returns shortly to active posting. Thanks for our readers’ patience and understanding. ~JB