All The Proof You Need

**READ THIS BRAVE VETERAN’S STORY AND SHARE IF YOU AGREE**

A veteran was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed Marxist and openly critical of the War on Terror. The course’s subject matter eventually got to current U.S. foreign policy. The veteran was tense in his seat, bracing himself for what was coming.

“…and, if we look at the costs and benefits overall, we see that U.S foreign policy has largely failed to achieve its stated post-9/11 goals while contributing to an increase in public debt and a decline in domestic civil liberties”, concluded the smug professor. “Any questions?”

The students sat in silence because they didn’t know what to say. The professor seemed quite pleased with himself.

The veteran had sat through the entire lecture, but enough was enough. He bravely stood up, head held high and chest forward.

“Yeah, professor. I have a simple question for you”, the veteran began with an air of defiance in his voice.

The veteran’s jaw flew open and the sobbing wails of a million tortured souls screeched from his mouth. His jaw dropped further, the skin along his cheeks stretching until it tore and bled. The professor and other students stumbled back, screaming in terror, but their screams barely registered over the abyssal chorus that emanated from the veteran’s now fully-dislocated jaw. Swarms of insects poured from his mouth and skittered down his torso. The veteran’s cold, narrowed gaze never deviated from the professor’s eyes.

Then, a snarling, bestial voice thundered over the otherworldly din. The veteran addressed the professor once more, this time in his true voice.

“R͘E̬̳D͎̼͍̯̕,̳̙̮͠ ̖͍̗͇̲TH̤̣E̙̞̞͍͈͚̥͢ ̼̺S̢̰͚̰͉̬͕K͈͖͚̪̪͝I̱̪È̩͎̠S͇̳̺̟͇̮͘ͅ ̤͚̮̣̱̗͎W̵̼͕̫I̢̯̥L̢͇̖̗̬L ̡̝̦̺̝̼͙R̰͕͇̞U̺N̟ ͖̹̣͔̪̺̤̕W̳I̲̠T̯̼H͕͚̱ ̢͇̟̮̝B́L̶O͉̯̟͎͖O̦̖̻̫͈D̰̗̩̝
̗̦M̶̰̥̻̤̣̘Ạ̙̦̹Ṋ̙,͖̯̥͔ͅ ̻̺̮̜̜̣ͅR҉͍̫̫̤͙E͏̱͓̩̜̥J̬͚͖͍͔E̦͇͇̦̣C̪̳̯͓T̥̰͕̱̳̜͎͝E̻̬̟̪D̸͈͙̪͍̠̹͉ ҉̞Ḇ̸̜̟Y̬ ̢͉̰̺͓͈̗̟I̬̮̤T̨̜̞̙S̤̤̘̦̣͓̳͞ ̖̺̤G̲̼̭O̰̹̲̭D̝̰̺̟
̖̻A͓̜͜L̜̣̗̝͇L̢͈͍̫ ̷̱̠̖͚S̨̮͓͉̯̜͍͔H̴A̘͈̤̫̘͈̰L̖̗͇̼̼L̲͍̞̗͚ ̘̭̯͔̼̩̀RO͚͓͚͕̜̘̭͡T̴͈
͓͇̝Ą͈͖̮L̙͎͚̤̹L̠̯͚̹ ͕̬̭̘͖͈͈F̖̬̜̹͕̝O̻̭̦̜̫͓͞R̩̥͉͙̻̦ ̲̗̗N̸A̘̩̣̱̖U̶͚̥̥͔̝̻G̬͚̗͇H̪Ṯ͙̙
͔͙̗U̶͚͔̫̥͇͕N̤̜̝̜͚̞D͚̰̖͚̠̰̤E̜R̭̝͓̜̩͕ ̣̳̺͕̀RE̦͈̼̲̝̝Ì̤̘̙̫G̦N̪̺̙͇̤̙͠ ̸͇̬̞O̢̯̼̖F̖ ͚͓̪̗̕K҉̼̮̹̤͙̳̮A̷̯̭̠͕̮̮͍L̲͉̺̩̮̫̩A̝̯̣̖̙ͅ’͎̱̳̗̫̻́ZO͍̬̟D̻͙͈”

The wails died down, and the classroom fell silent. Several students had fainted. The professor, blood dripping from his ears, stared blankly.

“None of that had anything to do with the lecture…and it wasn’t even a question!” The bafflement was clear in the professor’s voice. “Besides, you all saw the jaw thing, right? He probably isn’t even a real veteran! He’s clearly an abyssal messenger from Jehenem.”

“No! The brave veteran is right!” One of the conscious students spoke up. “How are we going to fight ISIS and, like, the other brown people down there? We totally need to stay the course. It’s all Obama’s fault, anyway.”