I never complain. Complaints are empty.
I always have a reason to illuminate an issue: Just as an inventory report of a depleted warehouse is not complaint, but a report. Complaint is emotional. I, am not.
The 50-year explanation defines the character of the people you’ll have to work with. If that is also an Ugly Truth, so be it. Better to know the strength of yourself as well as your one true enemy. The Trite Smugness of that stupid DeMotivational Poster implies that losing a couple kilos of your meat is somehow…good. Virtuous. Think about that. The totality of that grand a Mind Fuck is limitless in its appeal to The Stupids.
USG’s recruiting posters avoid mortal horror to maintain morale. Yet, at most official flaggy functions there’s a meatbag in a wheelie salutin’ Old Glory as The Cliché Jets fly overhead or The Weepin’ Widder getting the flag from an Arlington coffin during an official ceremony.
Uncle Beast turns adversity into pride. For instance, tons of WW2 movies show GI Joes getting wasted, but it was to instill hatred and vengeance for the hard work ahead. Then, hard men came forward and battled; today the military media glosses it over and gets… shivering Brandons stricken with PTSD who can’t beat Hajji goatfarmers. This makes the next Shivering Brandon|NeoJordi as yet unborn “feel” better about jacking-off with burned wrist stumps.
Only ONE movie about Vietnam was made during the 10 years of Vietnam: The Green Berets.
It’s yet another clear, practical application of …
…The Big Lie: You got burned (literally) and mutilated for “liberty.” Following The
Führer’s Leader’s command is not a dictatorship, oh no… even though that is the very definition of The Leader speaking words, then armies mobilize from his mere utterance.
The JordieChild is a ManBaby. A renewable resource, like trees, ground into packaging for PlayStation cartons and quilted toilet paper. This renewable resource populates the Military Class of Screamie~Eagle T-Shirt wearers – and that Proud Stumpy in the pic.
Generations of Huggy-Cuddle!™ turned Murka into the overgrown Kindergarten it now is; perhaps it is time for re-examining a different method – a return to past recruitments. We are outnumbered and it will likely worsen. If we feed kids sugar to make the medicine go down, the first sign of horrible danger will cause them to desert and flee back to PlayStation wombs with their rotten, cavity-filled teeth.
For example: You can’t really blame “Hollywood” for all the crap movies. I’ve seen Coriolanus and Appaloosa, so Hollywood does make good ones. But, nobody pays to see them and they go straight to Video. Murkan Audiences pay to see The Hangover and Pacific Rim. Hollywood cannot be blamed for stupidity. Blaming them is the easy way for a people accustomed to the easy way of not doing a Goddamned thing but feed, fuck and fuss.
But in The End, it matters not to me: Why bother saving a place called Murka – for A Boi Named Brandon?
I won’t be here.
Published on: Nov 19, 2013
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