Mangez Ma Merde: A CONFESSION. As a wee lad, I was a leader of the Vietnam anti-war movement. I took part in the last of the lottery draws and received a "bubble" number of 119. I went to Canada after graduating high school to escape any possibility of being drafted as I awaited fore the "all voluntary" military bill to be signed into law by Nixon. My father was french Canadian, and I was born in Quebec, but became an American citizen when my father was granted American citizenship after he moved to America where he met my mother, who, oddly enough, was Navajo. But, while I protested against the Vietnam War, a stance I am still proud of, I NEVER disparaged anyone who did decide to go to Vietnam. And while my political views were the opposite of most of John McCain's views, I always respected the sacrifice he made for what he believed in. While it is perfectly valid to criticize any ones point of view, it should always be done with respect, civility, and with a cogent argument. That is the lesson I have learned through time. Some of us, as we grow older, strive to become more mature, while others, like Trump, started out as an infant and never progressed past that point during his 73 years of existence.