In anticipation of Grampy's inevitable Memorial Day sh*t posting, lets' take a trip back in time to Queens, 1968.

[Miles Archer]

Did a Queens Podiatrist Help Donald Trump Avoid Vietnam?

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/26/us/politics/trump-vietnam-draft-exemption.html

https://archive.ph/ondPv#selection-521.0-521.56

By Steve Eder
Dec. 26, 2018

In the fall of 1968, Donald J. Trump received a timely diagnosis of bone spurs in his heels that led to his medical exemption from the military during Vietnam.

Now a possible explanation has emerged about the documentation. It involves a foot doctor in Queens who rented his office from Mr. Trump’s father, Fred C. Trump, and a suggestion that the diagnosis was granted as a courtesy to the elder Mr. Trump.



The podiatrist, Dr. Larry Braunstein, died in 2007. But his daughters say their father often told the story of coming to the aid of a young Mr. Trump during the Vietnam War as a favor to his father.

“I know it was a favor,” said one daughter, Dr. Elysa Braunstein, 56, who along with her sister, Sharon Kessel, 53, shared the family’s account for the first time publicly when contacted by The New York Times.

Elysa Braunstein said the implication from her father was that Mr. Trump did not have a disqualifying foot ailment. “But did he examine him? I don’t know,” she said.

[ms liberty]

1. A pivot point in history. If he'd been drafted, at some point he'd have been fragged by his own side, thereby

Changing future history for the better.

[Miles Archer]

3. I worked with a Veteran who had frag tales

I agree with you. Trump survived "Military School."

The actual "Military" would have chewed him up and spit him out in record time.

[King_Klonopin]

2. I look at that picture, and I think to myself...

He was born a douche, and he has always looked like a douche.

Some faces need punchin'.

That was probably the last time he had a discernible chin and neck.

I fantasize about whether those other boys ever kicked his ass.
Even back in those days you know he deserved an ass-kicking . . . .