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December 1989. A cold winter day.

Married in the morning at Holy Trinity in Georgetown, where JFK attended daily mass, and a parish which is one of the handful of Jesuit Parochial schools in our great nation.

I wore tails.

Brunch reception at Congressional. One of the groomsmen was my best mate from the Marine Corps. We were in the same platoon at Quantico, and served together in 3d Marines, deploying twice to WestPac, including Beruit in 1983. We were housemates in Kaneohe. My buddy served 20 years and was a Company Commander during Desert Storm. My buddy grew up on a farm outside Pittsburgh and votes Republican. We both would take a bullet for each other, because we are brothers. And we are Americans.

Marines don’t hunt down fellow Americans. We drink with them.

You voted for a President who stripped USAID to help starving children and to eliminate funding to combat epidemics and save lives.

You are not a doctor. You are a killer. You are not an American. You are a Nazi hating cruel Trumpster who pretends he is a Catholic.