William C Westmoreland is dead.

Under the theory that we should only speak good of the dead, all I can say about this event is: GOOD.

This clown was the top commander in Viet Nam during the similarly named war.

I suppose a case could be made that castigating military commanders is misplaced in a democracy because it is the civilian politicians who send them on mission, but Westmoreland is a particularly noxious character. To his dying day he actually maintained that the US had WON the war in Viet Nam by preventing the dominoes from falling. What a moron. At least MacNamara, architect of the debacle, has now admitted the whole thing was a mistake. There was no enemy and no stack of dominoes.

So if there are any folks out there with a hankering to spit tobacco, maybe they could start with Westmoreland's tombstone or MacNamara's car and leave Jane Fonda alone. They were responsible for the war, not Janie.

BTW, the bad thing about modern health care, at least that which is available to the well-to-do, is that people like Westmoreland and MacNamara live to their 90s. God, what a waste of air.