Not Waffling with Dinner Disappointment

Tonight my wife and I went to Waffle House for supper after shopping. We sat in a booth next to a booth containing an old guy wearing a Vietnam Veteran hat and his wife who are toting around a little mixed mongrel baby. Maybe his granddaughter or maybe even great granddaughter, I don't know. He was holding the kid and smiling and cooing with it, obviously happy with some aspect of his family's racial extinction.

I was thinking to myself, here's this Vietnam veteran, maybe he was drafted or maybe he volunteered but he fought against international Communism on the far side of the planet. He had to witness its horrors. He had to understand the tenets, the ideologies of Judeo-Communism and what they want to push on our Western world. Or did he? Did he care? Did he know that he was supporting and promoting the death of our civilization or even of his own blood line? Did he feel trapped and powerless to do anything about his family's situation and figured he'd just try to make the best of it or did he condone it? Did he love his daughter or granddaughter so much that he would tolerate her destroying his descendants? Or was this old veteran who had seen the horrors of war such a coward that he feared the label of "racist" more than he feard Communist bullets, mines and schrapnel? I couldn't understand it....