A man’s story to me about his son encapsulates the crazy minds of people today

Context: This took place a few weeks ago. I’m a 30s M army vet, so I’ve got some thick skin. People can have their views, opinions, or whatever. Just be a decent person. I was at a small birthday party for a friend; maybe 10-15 people. They had just moved into their new house on a small plot of land and the neighbors on each side shows up. One was a late 60s white man. Well dressed and spoken. We sat and talk for a while and he was well educated. He started telling me about his two sons…

They were both around 40, both quite successful in their respective fields. The older one, A, was a VP for some company and had a mentality similar to his dad, the man I’ve been talking with. Then he starts to tell me about the younger one, B…

This son B has been married almost 20 years (around age 20), is a military lieutenant colonel and pilot, and described by his dad as not only a tough MFer that can withstand tons of pain, but also compassionate. Literally described one of the best people I’ve ever heard of. I asked what he was gonna do when he got out of the military…

“Him and his wife are probably gonna move to Oregon. He’s one of the smartest, most compassionate people I know…

I don’t know how he ended up like them libs.”

I think this one is going to live rent free in my head for a long time.

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