When I was in Crawford, Tx at Camp Casey in the Summer of '05, I would receive hundreds per day. Of course, I am dishonoring my son's memory and I am un-patriotic and even a "whacko" "nut job" "bat shit crazy" and their favorite: "mama moonbat." I dared to question their President and the lies that led to my son's death. I refused to be an appreciative Gold Star Mother wearing a wilted carnation at the Memorial Day observances and accepting my grief in patriotic silence.
