This is insane, even for him. “Veterans Day” was originally called “Armistice Day” before war-mongering politicians got a hold of it. The people who actually fought World War One knew the truth. There were no victors in that war. And there weren’t even veterans worth holding up as national idols. The bravest never made it home. That war was a grinding attritional Hell on Earth. The veterans coming home were not victorious heroes, fresh from the triumphal capture of an enemy nation’s capital. They were shell-shocked survivors, the ones who just happened to be lucky enough to still be alive when the buzzer rang and the war ended. And it ended not from triumphal victory, but from politicians suing for peace. An action they only took when they felt that if they didn’t, their people would end up eating them alive. They pushed their populaces to the absolute brink of collapse, all for nothing. No grand victories. Nothing to make the immense loss of life possibly seem worth it. No, in immediate aftermath of that war? There was only one thing really worth celebrating - the fact that it was over. That is why it was originally called Armistice Day.

But “Victory Day.” That is a disgrace to everyone who fought and died in that war. There were no victors in that war. One side nominally won when the other’s resources ran out first. But the immense cost in suffering, lives, national wealth? None of the combatants left that war in a better state than they entered it. Everyone lost in WW1.

Trump or one of his minions reads ‘Dulce Decorum Est’ as an unironically pro-war pro-America thing

Dulce Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

I love how much he hates veterans

Also calling it victory day will make russiagate libs meltdown

Why not just add November 11th as a new holiday?

A pointless war that only mostly made the world a worse place, and the US entered it near the end to make money. There’s a reason nobody celebrates the glory of it.

Fuck Veterans’ Day though

Weren’t America barely involved in WW1? What is he even talking about? They were something like 2% of the total deaths, only joining a year before the war ended. 116k deaths. For reference, over 880k British troops died, and Britains population was under half that of America’s.

… just looking it up some more, of the 116k American troop deaths, 64k died from diseases and other non battle related incidents…

Also why is the photographers name Anna Moneymaker

We should celebrate with WW1-inspired activities and foods!

Yeah, fuck veterans…amiright, guys? We want to celebrate “victory”, not deadbeat losers…right? /s