I post with humor, but behind it lies the fact that my father, who fought in World War II, used to wake up at night crying for the deaths of his friends. Fifty million lives – two billion years of human experience and creativity – lost. And people seriously think that is a good place to go back to?
I post with humor, but behind it lies the fact that my father, who fought in World War II, used to wake up at night crying for the deaths of his friends. Fifty million lives – two billion years of human experience and creativity – lost. And people seriously think that is a good place to go back to?
I post with humor, but behind it lies the fact that my father, who fought in World War II, used to wake up at night crying for the deaths of his friends. Fifty million lives – two billion years of human experience and creativity – lost. And people seriously think that is a good place to go back to?
I post with humor, but behind it lies the fact that my father, who fought in World War II, used to wake up at night crying for the deaths of his friends. Fifty million lives – two billion years of human experience and creativity – lost. And people seriously think that is a good place to go back to?
Oh, the comments. Why do I ever read the comments?
Oh, the comments. Why do I ever read the comments?