The other day I cruised a few sites known to be frequented by veterans.  Whoever owns the beer emporium closest to the grave of Robert Strange McNamara is going to be doing a ton of business shortly.  The most common refrain among Vietnam era veterans was they couldn't wait to piss on that flaming idiot's corpse. I was reminded of how the Pullmans were buried in Graceland Cemetery some twelve feet down under overlapping layers of concrete, railroad ties, tar, metal cables, etc., to prevent their former employees from digging them up some night because of lingering hard feelings over the Pullman strike. But George Pullman died only three years after the brutal strike so the lingering animosity was understandable.   Forty years later the scorn for McNamara aming aging Vietnam era veterans remains strong enough to scorch asbestos. Reading their comments, I recalled the earful my academic advisor gave...(Read Full Post)