I had a very disturbing anti-American/pro-Belgium encounter at a local coffee shop this morning that required me to put a veteran in his place I was sitting there diagraming plays when the waiter brought over breakfast for the elderly couple sitting beside me. “Two Belgian waffles with powdered sugar,” he said as he put them on the table. “Are you really going to eat those Communist pancakes?” I asked them. “What?” said the old man. “Turn your hearing aids up, Gramps,” I said. “The US is playing Belgium tonight in the World Cup, and it looks like your loyalties are in the wrong place.” “I fought in Vietnam,” he said. “Well I don’t care if you single handedly won the Battle of the Chosen Reservoir, you need to support your country or get the hell out of this restaurant,” I replied. “What?” he said, unable to hear. I calmly picked up both their plates, strode over to the trash can, and dumped the waffles inside I received a standing ovation