Still not Fonda Jane.

And neither is Michael at The Common Virtue. He's not fonda Kerry either.

One of Dad's Purple Hearts was while flying in an airplane, being shot at by guys like this. I don't mind those guys doing their job - I have not and will not forgive Jane for being there, though. No, not on that day.

This Purple Heart was the one of five that Dad was not able to stop the notification on. It's the one that caused my Mother to stand paralyzed at the door, while 12 year old me got to read it and the Western Union guy just look on helplessly. And yes, I know Dad was generating those kinds of notices for the Other Side. War sucks. People like Fonda just make my blood boil - and no, I'm not interested in defenses of her for her work for women, her tireless striving for fitness, and all the other stuff she's done. I've not seen a Fonda product since China Syndrome and don't care. She can't redeem herself with me. Don't bring up the 'apology', either. Feh.

Whichever direction Jane goes when she shuffle's off this mortal coill, I hope some Vet punches her in the nose. Nope, I'm pretty much a forgive and forget kind of guy about many things. This isn't one of 'em. There will be no beatifications for a St. John of Argghhh!

UPDATE: I realized while reading this some hours later that I was letting my brain outstrip my fingers. My Dad was not shot the day Jane was sitting for this photo - he wasn't in Vietnam at that point (he was there 68-69) - I just had too many thoughts and not enough editorial control while typing!