I’m just a brat, and my family has been fortunate in that nobody who’s served across three generations has (AFAIK) needed help getting their heads put on straight again after the horrors of war, but what about those who weren’t so lucky? We currently have 22 veterans killing themselves every day, and what does Harry the Pederast do? See below, but only after you’ve removed sharp and/or throwable objects from your immediate vicinity.
This POS can't leave too soon for me. Or America. They'll need to FUMIGATE his office.