Draft Dodger Donald. If I were advising Hillary Clinton, I would suggest she try on this moniker for Donald Trump because it tells you everything you need to know about his lifelong corner-cutting. Rather than go to Vietnam, Trump received, not one, but four deferments–and then, when he ran through those, he got a dubious medical exclusion.
His medical condition? He says it was bone spurs in his foot–even though he was thoroughly active in sports at the time.
So while men of his generation were going through the ordeal of Vietnam, he not only avoided the draft, but got into the Wharton School in Pennsylvania–and not on the strength of merit, but on his family connections. It’s not even clear that he actually attended his classes consistently.
Think about that. Trump is partying and playing on weekends in New York, and he’s maybe–maybe–attending some classes here and there, while people like John McCain are fighting a war.
Trump didn’t avoid the draft because he thought the war was wrong, or because he was a conscientious objector or pacifist, but because he was a coward. Draft Dodger Trump.
And now, at age seventy, Trump is playing the role of Mr. Pro-Military. What a joke.
The benefit of the moniker, especially if directed at him by Hillary and others face-to-face, is that it punctures the cult-like spell that he puts over his followers as a tough guy, and vividly reminds us that he’s actually low energy, lazy, and cuts corners. It exposes his hypocrisy and cowardice.
Draft Dodger Donald’s recent raising of funds for veterans can thus be seen as yet another example of him deploying money as substitute for actually exposing himself to risk. In Draft Dodger Donald’s world, his money covers over everything, and fixes everything.
Prometheus Unbound 