In case you’ve missed it, today is a day of World War II comparisons across the media.  First, Gina Carano gets canned at Disney because she (accurately) compared the actions of cancel culture and Disney to that of Nazis in Germany.  Now, an op-ed at The Atlantic compares the media’s continued badgering of Trump as being soldiers at D-Day.

From The Atlantic:

Covering the administration was thrilling for many journalists, in the way that I imagine storming Omaha Beach must have been for a 20-year-old fresh from the plains of Kansas. He hadn’t signed up for battle, but there he was, liberating France. France, by the way, is where Trump called American soldiers who’d fallen in combat “suckers” and “losers.” When this magazine first reported those comments, Trump’s supporters denounced the Atlantic story as preposterous and offensive, even as outlet after outlet confirmed the reporting. They failed to realize that the preposterous and the offensive were the twin beacons of the Trump presidency. Journalists were merely going where he led. This was our Omaha Beach. I, for one, would have rather been in Hawaii.

First, let’s be clear.  The outlets were two anti-Trump journalists who confirmed the Atlantic’s anonymous and never identified sources.  The article was never independently verified by anyone and in fact, was debunked numerous times by several named sources within the Trump Administration.

That aside, to compare journalists to the brave young men (and women who supported the effort), who stormed those beaches nearly 80 years ago, is absolutely asinine.

In 1994, just 4 months before the 50th Anniversary of D-Day, I visited Omaha Beach.  You’d think that at 11 years old, It wouldn’t have held much weight in my mind.  However, the images of the acres of graves, the abandoned Nazi shelters, and the steep cliffs of Normandy were seared into my young mind.  When people talk about Normandy, I can tell you details from those memories, nearly 30 years later as if they happened yesterday.

In 2017, I had the opportunity to duplicate that experience with my own son, as we walked through the cemetery when he was just 8 years old.  This time, on top of the maturity that I had gained over the 23 years since my last visit, I got to watch my own son come to grasp the gravity of what had occurred on that beach.  During my 1994 visit, we stuck to paths and around the cemetery, but during my 2017 visit, we wandered down the cliff-face to the beach.  We wandered through old Nazi bunkers, which were so unbelievably fortified, that they had survived bombardment from allied forces, as well as decades of weathering.

Standing in one of the bunkers, you could see just how protected these Nazi soldiers were.  First, the walls of these bunkers were feet thick of reinforced concrete.  At the back of the Bunker, a reinforced metal door, which prevented entrance when locked from the inside.  In the front of the bunker was a 10 to 12-foot opening, 18 inches tall, about chest and head height, which gave the Nazis a nearly 180-degree view of the shoreline.  Inside these bunkers were giant guns, that rotated back and forth on tracks in the concrete floor, which Nazis could launch massive projectiles at approaching ships.  These bunkers gave the Nazis every advantage against an invading army:  Higher Ground, fortified position, fire superiority, and the view of the battlefield.

Meanwhile, approaching Allied forces were dumped on the beach out of landing craft, oftentimes mowed down from the Nazi positions before they even exited.  Those lucky enough to make the beach were then subjected to machine-gun fire, land mines, grenades, rockets, and other deadly volleys from the wall that they now had to climb to make it to the top of the hill.  The opening scene from Saving Private Ryan went a long way to portray just how horrible the situation was, but standing at that shoreline, looking back up the beach thinking back to that day, had me terrified.  It was absolutely stomach-churning to think of the fear, running through some 18-year-old’s head, as they faced almost-certain death.  It wasn’t thrilling.  It was terrifying.  It was life-scarring.  It was a chaotic soup of death, destruction, pain, panic, and fear.  This wasn’t some roller coaster or haunted house.  This was literal life and death.

So which of the two positions best represents the plight of the media?  Firing aimlessly at targets beneath them from defended positions, or an utterly exposed and vulnerable position, fighting up a hill while watching your compatriots being offed around you, one by one? The Atlantic’s analogy is not only wrong, but it is also insulting.  Opposing Trump or his administration wasn’t fighting up a beach.  It was sitting in a fortified bunker popping shots like fish in a barrel.  Let’s be clear;  Trump did and said things that made him an easy target.  It is that fighting against him wasn’t brave or unique or even the minority opinion from the media.  The media resorted to lies, deception, half-truths, and outright fabrications to defeat Trump.  Do you think the Time magazine article was a joke?  They literally admitted to creating a narrative and abusing power to defeat what they considered to be a threat.  It should make anyone sick to suggest that being a member of the Stahlheim wearing media somehow makes them brave.  It wasn’t brave to stand up to Trump; It was expected, much like allegiance to the Reich and the Fuhrer.  Ask the likes of Glenn Greenwald, Van Jones, and others, what happens when a member of the media cult says nice things about Trump, no matter how accurate they may be.

Bravery would be standing up and proudly stating truths, unlike the sources of the Atlantic’s BS drivel about Trump.  Somehow, this Op-ed got cleared, and numerous editors and fellow writers at the site read this bananas-ly offensive comparison and decided to go with it.  This is the left.  They truly believe they are modern-day martyrs. Imagine the delusion that is required to not only write this garbage but then to sign off on it for publication.  It is a mental illness.

Disgusting and shameful, but of course, they already know that.