I screwed up.
When Sergeant Mark said “armchair blowhard” he was talking to Alan B., not me.
And he is right. Alan B. IS long on promises and short on performance.
Which leaves me out here in a bare-assed, familiar position.
I wish the mistakes I make would be more subtle. I tend to make flat statements, and when I’m wrong, I’m just flat, frigging WRONG.
It gets worse. I accurately described Mark as a SERGEANT. When you declare someone a sergeant you are not assigning him the task of being diplomatic. So he said I was making an ass of myself. The whole thing about being a sergeant is that you kick people in the ass.
HARD.
If ***I*** had not made Mark a sergeant, he might have said, “SIR! You misread the text. SIR!”
Sergeants are where the rubber meets the road. Someone once accurately described noncoms as the last ten years before you actually meet the enemy.
Mark may have made it a little easier on the old man.
If he had, I’d have ripped off his stripes.
I made Mark a sergeant so that he would remove every race of sympathy and “Why can’t we all be friends?” from the makeup of what had once been a human being. He is assigned not only war, but the last ten yards of war.
Mark, you exposed me as a complete nincompoop.
That’s a good start.
But you haven’t earned your stripes yet.
#1 by Alan B. on 11/26/2006 - 11:59 pm
NOT SPAM
NOT SPAM
Listen here for a moment, I have been on call where I work since we shut down on Wednesday, I took on this responsibilty becasue one of my co-workers failed to cover this holiday, so I just took it over because its important. So while everybody is enjoying turkey and football I am going in to work at 6am for two hours every morning since Thursday and going in at 2am when I recieve a call from the security officer when alarms go off. On top of that I have to help my girlfriend walk out invalid dog each and every day but thats over with since we put him down Saturday. I am also working on rewiring the basement at home because so fucking idiot did a lousy ass job the first time, and I also make time to post the mantra and put up with yopur horse shit to boot. So call me what ever you want, when it comes down to busting ass I can knock your dick in the dirt any day of the. I have been a fighter for causes since I was in my teens.
My folks are from Iowa but I was an Airforse brat until the age of 15, I lived from one end of this country to the other I didn’t have the luxuary of growing up in one area sinse the day I was born. I got to watch a couple of Saturn Rockets take off for the moon, our family went to coco beach at a time before all the filthy dark skin scum could. We lived in California I watched the Oakland A’s play the Yankees back when Catfish Hunter and Reggie Jackson were playing, I lived in the deep south and attended school there. Don’t act like I don’t know shit, I remember when America was a better place, I lived in enough places in this country that gives me the right to say so, I have been back to some of these places and its just horrible to immagine having ever been there before, non white immigration is destroying our nation.