Well, D-Day has come and gone and there's no mention of the extravaganza Dougie Phillips was planning in honor of the World War II vets. I was always horrified at the idea of him dragging a group of frail vets in their 80s and 90s back to Normandy, just to be trotted out for his
dog and pony show tribute to the Greatest Generation. We saw photos galore of his dopey son pontificating bloviating expounding on the spiritual bankruptcy of Catholic architecture in Rome and Paris, but nary a real, live veteran in sight. Did he ever intend to pay tribute, or did the vets he did ask invite him to go pee up a rope?