Another nail in the coffin of the Kerry campaign.
If a Vietnamese ever describes something or someone as being Number Ten!, be assured that it's not a compliment.
And recently it seems, the VietNamese-American population has rated John ("hey, did you know I served in Viet Nam?") Kerry as Numbah Ten! Or worse.
While perusing my blogroll this morning, I was reading this from Doc Russia's superb blog. He mentions having seen a TV report about the American-VietNamese vote beign overwhelmingly in favor of President Bush. And though Doc didn't have a way to link back to a TV story, one of his well-informed readers did.
Many thanks to Doc Russia's reader Kilabe for providing this link.
Cali Today, News Analysis,
Translated by Andrew Lam, Jul 29, 2004
Prior to the Democratic national convention in Boston, journalists in both mainstream and ethnic press queried Vietnamese in the United States and in Vietnam on their views of the two presidential candidates. The contrast is startling.
Indeed, it is.
Let me tell you a story from my youth. In the summer of 1975, I was taking an advanced history class in Summer School, so that I could graduate early in my Senior year of high school (class of '76). This was a four-hour a day class, lasting as I recall about four weeks. Pretty intensive, but it was going to be well worth the effort.
At that time, I was attending a small Christian & Missionary Alliance church near my home in San Diego, CA. The C&MA has a strong history of working in Asia, and still does. I'm no longer a member of that fine group, but I'll unhesitatingly vouch for their works.
With the fall of Saigon, the first wave of Viet Nam refugees began to arrive in the United States. Our congreation sponsored a group of seven of them, helping them to settle into American life quite successfully. With absolutely no government assistance, I might add.
These seven men were forced to flee with their families, leaving behind homes, careers and their beloved Viet Nam. As I recall, one gentleman was a former F-5 pilot, another a Saigon police officer, a dentist and his son and a merchant. I can't recall what the other three men's occupations were.
Only the F-5 pilot and the police officer spoke any useable English, but that was enough to make this work.
And where does that high school class come into this, you ask?
I walked away from it, flat out forfeiting several weeks of effort. And I had only three days remaining to complete the course. Which obviously meant that I had to take the whole course in my Senior year, which I subsequently did.
Why'd I make such a rash decision, you ask? I did so to go backpacking in the Sequoia Mountains with our Pastor, a few other members and these seven men, newly arrived from Viet Nam.
They had only been on American soil for a month at this point. It was easy to see that they were pained beyond words, knowing what all they'd left behind, and fearing the worst (justifiably, as it transpired) for their homeland, and facing a most uncertain future in an overwhelming and awesome land.
So, it was decided to give them a break from the proceess of assimilation, and to show 'em a bit of America, mountain style. They saw the General Sherman tree, and a grand vista of the Sequioa National Park from elevations exceeding 9,000 feet. We hiked two days up, encamping at a remote lake right at timberline for three days, before making the long trek back.
Among our party were not only our Pastor, but a former Naval officer and a Marine home on leave. And it was with rapt attention that I listened to the fascinating conversations which ensued at rest-breaks and around almost every campfire.
I learned that these men from Viet Nam were fine men. Good men, men who loved their families, their homes, and the nation they'd been forced to flee. I learned that they shared the incredulity with that sailor and marine, as to how the United States ended up on the losing side of a war that was being won, and that, convincingly.
And most importantly, I witnessed the abject disbelief which these seven men proclaimed, being dismayed beyond words that we in America had so caved in to the anti-war protestors rhetoric, distortions and lies.
Even then, they knew which American political party had cost them the lives they'd had to leave, merely in order to survive.
Back in the United States, however, residents like Pauline Tran in Fairfax, Va. said that she would vote for Bush. Kerry, she said, was an anti-war activist and was part of the reason why South Vietnam was defeated. Others said they will vote for Bush to punish Kerry.
And I'm not wrong in attributing the appellation of #10 G.I. to John ("hey, did you know I served in Viet Nam?") Kerry.
That's because only one-in-ten Viet Namese Americans favor that traitorous sonofabitch.
In a Cali Today poll, 90 percent of Vietnamese Americans said they would vote for Bush, and only 10 percent said they would vote for Kerry.
To be blunt, I think this is actually more damning than the reports of the Swift Boat Veterans For Truth. Already, the mainstream *hack, spit!* meida are attacking the veracity and motives of those fine men. And mark my words here; the media will succeed in making them into the bad guys before this is over.
Unimpeachable though, are those who fled from the living hell arranged for them in no small part due to the efforts of one John F. Kerry. They are the jury who are perhaps the most entitled to judge him.
I wouldn't waste any time watching for the Kerry-Edwards circus to roll into a Little Saigon district anywhere during this campaign.
But I'd love to see it happen.