Perhaps the ones who died as cannon fodder in False Flag wars to benefit Rothschild’s private fiefdom located in illegally occupied Palestine were the lucky ones.
Meanwhile my drafted Viet Nam Vet Brother was screwed by the VA for many years, given only about 10% on his hearing though he is mostly deaf from firing an M-14 in Viet Nam, is borderline diabetic, has had many skin cancers removed, Pace maker installed as half the nerves to his heart died, in other words eaten up with agent orange.
When he got prostrate cancer they finally figured they could not screw him any longer, so they gave him benefits figuring he is old and will die soon anyway.
Had they given him benefits sooner, he could have saved his teeth which rotted from all the meds he had to pay the VA for to keep him alive from all the agent orange ailments.
But they were too far gone, he had them all surgically removed, spent weeks trying to get through to the dental department at the VA, spent more than three hours three times on the phone waiting to speak to a patient advocate at the VA, finally drove to the city, got wheeled in in a wheel chair cause he was walking with a cain because of a bad hip, saw a advocate which got him to see the Dental department which promised to call him with a appointment date two days later.
After more than a week he heard from them that they were too busy to see him and would have to send him to a civilian dentist to get teeth.
He waited for another week before an outside dentist called him with an appointment.
Now if he had been some 3ed world criminal who hated America and broke the law sneaking in illegally, he would have been given the best of everything right away!
‘The Veteran Lay Dying on the Filthy Washington DC Street’
The Veteran lay dying on the filthy Washington DC street-
As the Veterans Administration Administrator walked around his feet-
The VA bureaucrat looked at at the “bum” with self-righteous distaste-
Wishing these Street people would learn their place-
Why they had to be here to clutter up the exhilarating sight-
Of the war memorials to Veterans past, a reminder of the might-
Of the military whip which keeps the world in line-
With whatever WASHINGTON DC/US happens to have on it’s mind-
The Veteran called please, oh please help me mister-
Could you please place a call to my baby sister-
I am so ill, sick, weak and alone-
I wish she could come and take me home-
To die in peace in the Land I thought I fought to to save-
Just so I would be not homeless before the cold of the grave-
I tried to get help from here and there from the VA-
But they always said no proof, and turned me away-
It is so sad and hard to die here, cold and all alone-
I wonder if anyone will miss me, or even know I am gone-
They cheered me loudly, as I marched off to that war-
Now they look at me with disgust, and try to stay far-
From the vessel made with their own collaborating, willing hand-
A homeless outcast on the streets, of my own Home Land-
The VA minion pretended not to hear-
The veterans words going in one, and out the other ear-
As the sold out treasonous political trash hurried past-
The tortured warrior, a Son of America, breathed his last-
To each will come from the Light their lives bill due to pay-
I would not want to be a WASHINGTON DC political whore on that day!
The Ole Dog!
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