Make both of those motherfuckers terrified to show their faces on campus. Nazi pieces of shit.

My grandfather died in 1999. He stormed the beaches of Normandy. He never told us in detail what he saw on those beaches. But he often pointed out little things that I took for granted. Little things like how we get to have ice cream if we want because we’re not in a police state.

Now, 5 year old me didn’t fully know what he meant sometimes, but I always got the sense it was important. As I grew into a teenager he pointed out the items on the shelf at a grocery store. He said “Look at all these cereals. You get your choice, and I get mine. I want raisin bran. What do you want?” At the time reeses puffs were new, and I wanted that. So he said “then you get what you want, I get what I want, and the only thing the cashier cares about is that I have enough cash to cover the bill. Nobody is supressing you, or controlling your life. Nobody is making your decisions for you. You’re free to fail, but it’s your own doing. THAT’S what I fought for on those beaches. For you. For your mom. For everybody in this country.”

I started crying because I was old enough to understand what he was saying. I was at that moment remembering how he lost his best friend that day. How he had to run past his recently fallen corpse and storm the beach. I was crying thinking about how hard he and everybody else that day fought with their lives to protect everybody else. I wasn’t even born until 1983. My mom wasn’t born until 1947. My grandpa fought so we didn’t have to. My grandfather fought to rid this planet of nazis.

If my grandfather were alive today, I know how he’d react. Silent. Gruff grunt. Angry face. Which I know doesn’t sound like much, but that’s his reaction when he can’t stand someone/something.

One time we came home, and there was a shoe sticking out from behind the recliner. He grunts, in that same silent manner, and says to me “Let me show ya somethin, kid!”

He pulls the shoe up, which still had this 20 year old druggie who was now being held upside down by his ankle. My 80 year old grandpa was holding with one hand a druggie and a beer in the other. Says to him “You want to steal from my house? grunt Let me show ya somethin.”

And proceeds to beat the shit out him.

That grunt, and especially if he said “let me show ya something!” meant your ass was in trouble.

If he saw the current world, and twitter, I have no doubt he’d go find musk, bring an army if he had to, and tell musk “Let me show ya something, ya little punk!”

Yeah. He’d absolutely gruff grunt at this shit.