This
coming weekend will mark three months living in my house, and I couldn’t be any
happier. After moving out of the
barracks on Fort Carson to a house located in a town south of the base, it did
take some getting used to. I mean, I’ve
been living on bases for seven and a half years, being used to the bugle calls,
inspections, and other random garbage that comes to living in the
barracks. One thing I didn’t like was
that I got really sick for the first couple of weeks living there. I don’t know if it was an adjustment
sickness, or just the Army crud leaving my body. Anyways, I started getting better late in April and continued to do some of the processing out that I missed. I didn’t have to be in too big of a hurry
because for one I was staying in the area, and I was getting medically retired,
which put me in the same situation as twenty-plus year retirees. I ended up finishing my processing out in the
middle of May, got my DD-214, and waited till my ETS date to turn in my CAC
card for my retirement card. As I was
waiting, I started to organize some of my possessions at my house, putting my
things where I want them as I start to get furniture for the place. Also, I began my routine of taking care of
my house and property by killing weeds, mowing the lawn (which I had to borrow
my neighbor’s mower for), trimming trees on what I can do with the limited
tools I have, and picking up leaves and branches after bad storms. There was a bad hail storm that came through
my town in the middle of May that took down some huge branches from all of my
trees in my yard. The good thing that
came out of the storm is that now I have firewood for once I get a fire pit,
but the bad thing is the town doesn’t have a brush pickup service so I have to
cut the branches down little by little to put in my garbage can for pickup
every week. As a result, I have a pile
of branches in my backyard that slowly shrinks every week when I cut them for
the garbage. However, I’m going to try a
place to dump the brush before it starts getting really cold here in
Colorado.
Quite nice, I do say
In late June I went back to
Illinois to visit my parents and some friends of mine for about two weeks. The main reason for the trip was to discuss
with my folks on how to bring some access furniture they have that was going to
be given to me over to my house. After
much planning, we decided to do the shipping in September or October, around my
birthday. But it was good to see my
parents and friends during my stay in Illinois, I got to go to a White Sox (the
first time in ten years), I saw some friends I haven’t seen in many years, and
along seeing the areas I grew up in and around.
I am still sad and angered at how Illinois is right now. When going by areas hung out in, I saw the
deterioration of neighborhoods that used to be very nice when I was younger. I left Illinois to go back home after the
Fourth of July, I loaded my car up with as much of my stuff as possible from my
parent’s house and went on the road. My
dad drove out to my house as well, with his truck filled with some of my things
along with what my parents gave me. The trip
took two days, only because my father wanted to stop at a hotel. When we got to my house, I showed him around
the place. My dad was very pleased, he
loved the house and the neighborhood.
Then, to my surprise, my mom was coming out to see me as well. She ended up flying to Colorado for a weekend
stay in the area. To my surprise, my mom
liked the house but made a lewd comment about the population in the area,
which resulted in me not having her meet my neighbors. My mom ended up flying back to Illinois on
Monday and my dad left a couple days later.
In the end, it seemed to be good that my folks came to visit. To my surprise, I ended up getting quite a
few things from them, like a lawnmower, television, bed, air compressor,
washer and dryer, lawn chairs, an outdoor grill, a new garage door opener, and
even a printer for my computer. Now, as
I continue to organize all my possessions to where I want everything, I now
have to start finding some furniture, preferably shelves so I can start getting
my books off the floor, and also get my sports card collection in a nice
storage area as oppose to the floor.
There’s a lot of work that comes with a house, and surprisingly enough,
I don’t mind it one bit.
Hello everyone! Did
you miss me? Are you mad that I’m still alive? I know some of you may be glad
to hear from me, but I know some other people that wish I was six feet under,
one, in particular, is this SJW piece of shit that likes to denounce the US
Military and call himself a patriot at the same time. If that wasn’t bad enough, he even has the gall
to cower behind Christ while bad-mouthing the very same organizations that
protect his life and rights. This must
be something that his leftist friends got him into, along with their flag
burning practices. I would never have
thought anyone who hated their time in the Military would lower themselves to
commit such acts, and yet turn around to parade around people that he’s a Veteran
and getting benefits from the VA like some sour mouth welfare case. I’m sorry, but as I said before, if you hated
your time in the Military so much to where you denounced it or think of it as a
mistake, then don’t acknowledge yourself as a Veteran and don’t try to get
benefits from the VA, because if you really felt like your Military service was
a mistake or a regret, you wouldn’t even have any part of the Military after
you separated.
Here's your sign
Well, I also heard this guy was going to watch me from time
to time. Wow, for someone that is
accusing me of being a stalker, he’s really calling the kettle black. Maybe it’s something he does now when someone
doesn’t agree with his views, just like all the other SJW/Antifa fags that beat
up people who disagree with them. Maybe
that’s why one of his other former friends got the boot from his life. A few months ago, this guy that knew the asshole
too messaged me on Facebook about his falling out with him. We ended up talking a little bit online until
he stopped responding, probably just getting bored with the conversation or had
other important things to do. He was a
guy who had the same political views as I did, and he got his ties cut because
of it. I just told him not to worry about
it, because our former friend is a humorless, easily butthurt SJW that thinks
he’s right at every issue or conversation.
I mean, this idiot gets offended by UFOs.
You are a special kind of stupid
Alright, the shit is out of my chest, and now time to talk
about some actual meaningful topics.Well, it has been quite a strange last ten months since my last
post.First off, I am no longer in the
Army.I am medically retired as of May
22nd of this year.The
medical board process for me started back in October after a very bad nervous
breakdown I had from the result of my so-called high-speed unit pushing their
Soldiers to the brink of suicide.It was
suggested by my Therapist to do so, being I was planning on getting out the
following year despite many attempts from my section to talk me into
re-enlist.At first, I didn’t want to go
through it because I’m not a fan of collecting disability, mainly because of
the bunches of people that take advantage of it.However, once I started the med board
process, my life started to get much calmer, and surprisingly my unit didn’t
bother me all that much for six months until my terminal leave started.I ended up getting my percentages in January,
and it declared I was to be medically retired from the Army.So, overall, I’m glad I went through the
process.Also, I bought a house!I decided to go with buying a house instead
of renting an apartment or townhome because of a certain thing I have to
have.For instance, I play guitar and
having my house I can play as loud as I want without bothering anyone, according
to how I set everything up.Also, I’m
not too big of a people person, and having to live in a building with other
people trying to know your personal business is not really my cup of tea, let
alone if a thief is living on the same premises.I decided also to remain in the state of
Colorado after I was separated from the Military.The reason why is because when I first got to
this state, I instantly loved it; the environment, the people, the culture, and
the economy.I knew for a fact I didn’t want
to go back home to Illinois, which is in dire straits no thanks to those idiot
leftist politicians running the state down to the ground.I miss the place though, I miss Chicago, and
I miss the environment.But I had to
leave, especially how my situation was when I signed up for the Army, which
will be a topic of discussion for another blog.
Overall, looking back at my time in the Army, I would have
to say I was very disappointed, largely of how and the organization has
become. When I signed up, I thought I
was going into a place where it was much better than any other civilian job in
existence, people caring for one another, and having a purpose in serving. Boy, was I wrong! The Army as it turned out was no different
than the same, backstabbing, career-focused corporate world I worked in for
six years before getting laid off, with the only difference is you can’t walk
away from it so easily as a bad civilian job. However, despite the Army’s
shortcomings, I don’t regret serving at all.
I mean, if it wasn’t for the Army I wouldn’t be in the position I am in
now; debt-free, a homeowner, and finishing up school. The only regret I would have is not joining
at a younger age as opposed to signing up at twenty-nine, because I would’ve been
able to do so much more than I was capable of in my youth, unlike my later
years. But, I ended up proving a lot of
people wrong, from the time I signed up to the day I signed out on terminal
leave. I actually made Sergeant, which
came late in my time of service but still thought that was never going to be achieved. I’m getting a good disability check every
month, my college education is fully paid for, and I live in a nice area of
Colorado.
So now, what is there to do now? I already said I’m finishing up college, a
Bachelor’s Degree in Accounting then working on getting my CPA license for the
state of Colorado. I’m starting to write
and draw again, which is quite refreshing from being in a closed-minded, idiot
worshipping society like the Army for seven and a half years. Also, I’m playing music again and started to
look into forming a band and play the pub circuit here in Colorado and in the
rest of the states. Right now, I’m
putting together a blog about my views and some of my experiences in the Army,
titled Ass Kissers and Toxic Leaders, so be on the lookout for that. That is all for now, and I am glad to be back
in full force. The Angry Private US Army Ordnance Corps 2009-2017 OEF 2010-2011 101 AB DIV(Air Assault) PS: Here's a little tune for the SJW who now is going to stalk me 😈
So, as we get
through another Veterans Day, I began to think about a former friend of mine
whom I went to Basic Training with seven years ago. He is no longer in the Army, which he got out
two and a half years ago and I believe was two years earlier than his ETS(End
of Time of Service) date. His time in
the Army was not a very good time for him, which I can totally relate to that at
times during my service as well, but as he got out he began to regret going
into the Army in the first place. I remember
his first anniversary being out of the Army, he commented that looking back
on it, he should've listened to the lyrics more carefully, talking about a song
from Metallica called Disposable Heroes.
However, despite all of this, he still trots around calling himself a
Veteran and takes advantage of all the benefits that come with it. I understand, his time in the Army wasn't
very great, as my time wasn't perfect at all by any means, but to literally
denounce his time by nearly saying it was a mistake to join in the first place
and then take the benefits that come with it is literally a double
standard. I experienced hearing from
Soldiers as I was in when they were getting out, telling me joining the
Military was a mistake and they should've never have joined, to begin with. You know, that's fine, everyone is entitled
to their opinion, but don't be going around saying that and then turn around,
parade to people that you're a Veteran and try to fetch all the benefits that
come with it. This kind of crap reminds
me of when I was back home before I joined the Army, I was talking to a lady
who's life was solely depended on government assistance, begin to tell me how
bad our nation is and we would be better off with a different government, not
to mention when I told her I signed up to go into the Army she thought it was
worst idea ever and so forth. I cannot
understand with some people, how you can hate a government that is literally
taking care of you because you can't do it for yourself for whatever
reason(sadly her reason was she was milking the system so she doesn't have to
get a job). My former friend is
literally sounding like this lady; "Oh, fuck the Army, I should've never
joined but gimme benefits from it."
Before we cut ties with one another, I used to try to cheer him up about
his time in the service, because despite the garbage you have to deal with on a
daily basis, just remember you are in the one percent of the US population to
have the guts to sign up and serve your country. The rest of the ninety-nine percent will
never understand that sacrifice, whether it was they didn't have to, medical
conditions prevented them to, or they just flat out said "Screw
That!", whatever the situation they are currently in. I joined at a late age because the option
was always kept in my back pocket when the situation I was in got extremely
bad, I had that to fall back to. And my
the situation at the time was in dire straits; I was laid off from working as an
accounts payable/receivable clerk for nearly a year, the town where I was
living in had no means of employment at all, and I was living with a friend of
mine which we both were living with hid dad who liked to hang out with drug
addicts so he can get his dick sucked, despite the fact these pieces of shit
would steal from him, call him names and even sometimes beat the crap out of
him. Me and my friend, along with some
other people including his older sister tried to change his father while I
lived there but nothing seemed to work.
As a result, when it came known his father wouldn't change and I did not
want to go back living with my father, which we got into a huge confrontation a
couple years before which led me to live with my friend, I decided to join the
Army. Now, after seven years in, and
will be separating shortly in the next few months on a medical discharge, which
is looking like a medical retirement, I have to say I am proud of my time in
the Army. Don't get me wrong, there were
tons upon tons of crap I had to put up with, but overall, I don't regret my
decision joining. As for my former
friend on the other hand, who had the gall to talk about on his crappy page on
Facebook about looking for IED's on roadsides while on a convoy because
"we" service members are trained to look for anything suspicious even
though he never went on a combat deployment, and South Korea is NOT one of
those, if you continue to say you regret joining the Army then do me and every
other Veteran a favor: STOP acknowledging you're a Veteran, don't go to the VA,
and don't try to pick up benefits because you served and hated it. You think you were the only one that had a
bad time in the Army? Everyone has who was
in, from the four-star general to the lowly private. But for some of us we look at the good times
we had while in the shithole, and realize almost ninety-nine percent of the
population don't have the balls to do what do or did. Remember that, I have fucking spoken!
I want to begin a
new chapter here on Blogger. I used to
have an account here for many years, but I deleted it last year to end my time
from the internet for a while. Now that I
am back, I wanted to share with all of you what to expect, some upcoming
projects, and overall what some of my tastes are. First off, what to expect of me: I am crazy,
I am the first to admit that, I am a suicidal mess, which is being dealt with
very well right now, but unfortunately will haunt me for the rest of my
life. Some topics you will see me do
here? Mainly current events, guitar
reviews, sports cards, PTSD and suicide issues, or really just anything that
suites my fancy. I will try to be
entertaining, intelligent, and thorough as possible. For some of my upcoming projects here, I will
be creating two more blogs. The first one
will be titled "Ye Olde Blogs"
which will be a collection of blogs I salvaged over the years to show all of
you some of my previous writings. The
second one will be overview and experience in the Army titled "Ass Kissers and Toxic Leaders, The Real Story of
Today's US Army." I have
started typing a little of this, but I won't be planning on publishing it on
here till next year, around the time I'm on terminal leave or even to after my
ETS date(which is less than a year away, THANK GOD!). It'll be all the criticisms I have with the
Army, how it screwed me up in the head dearly, and how blindly stupid it really
is. One thing I would say I got from my
ex-friend was to plan and plan ahead, which is what I'm doing before I get
out; getting a house and getting to finish up school to my degree in Accounting
and then get my CPA license. It should
be good for the time being, as long as the toxic people stay away.
P.S. One more rant to the toad before I leave it
alone, I think my grammar is very good.
Prick
This needs to be
said, done, and over with. First off,
contrary to the popular belief of my ex-friend of a toad, I am NOT a stalker.
I hate stalkers, I actually had a bad experience with one before, and
I'm too much of a private person to do even think of doing so. However, I will admit I do have some crazy
spells, which is being worked out with a therapist and some medications(which I
hate taking but somehow does help me).
Also, I am NOT gay, as he supposedly thinks. "The operating theory among
those Army buddies that I am still willing to talk to is that he's a queer
that's after my butt" remark is completely ludicrous and a poor
attempt to try to flatter himself. I
love women way too much to go after men, in fact, as he doesn't know I have a
girlfriend(or I should say more like friends with benefits sort of thing but oh
well). Finally, I NEVER had any
intention to try to talk him into coming back to the Army. Whatever I said was mainly a joke, which of
course the toad has no concept of humor, or sarcasm as he thinks he does. In fact, I wouldn't even want him to come back to
a two-faced, hypocritical organization such as the Military. I understand, though, why he is angry. Over a year ago, while I was in that hideous
place of a duty station in South Korea, I did go nutty for a time, largely due
to my provider taking me off my medication and how toxic and unprofessional my
unit was. I wanted to do a celebration
of my ex-friend's service in the Army by creating positive meme pictures of him
during his first anniversary of leaving the service. The purpose of what I did was to help him
feel how good it was to serve in the Army, despite it's many, many flaws. Also, knowing that he was part of the one
percent of the people in the US that dared to even raise their right
hand to serve in the Military. I didn't
think of it at the time, but he wasn't very amused and did tell me to
stop. I don't know why I didn't, maybe
Korea really did fuck me up. My
ex-friend kept warning me and warning me until he blocked me for good. I was shocked a bit, and mad because he had
no sense of humor whatsoever. I can't
remember what happened afterward, but I did though create a music page, or
more like a page dedicated to music, arts, and literature. Before the toad blocked me, I was helping out
with a music page he had. Obviously, I
was banned from that page along with his main profile. I just know as I was running my page, I
wanted to make amends with him, being after I finally left Korea my sanity
slowly started coming back. I believe it
was around December of last year I messaged him to apologize for what I did,
and that my craziness got the best of me, and I was going delete all the memes
I made of him. Of course, the jackass
toad didn't respond back, and from I heard recently just blocked me again with
no disregards. After that, I ended up
deleting my original profile and began to go low key. The low key part took even more of a hold
when my computer caught a virus. As a
result, I couldn't get online anymore, and instead of immediately getting my
computer fixed, I decided to live semi-internet free for a while. I went out a little more and met some cool
people in the process. Then, earlier
this month I took some leave to go home and take care of some personal things
that needed attention and went to get my computer fixed so I had internet once
more, realizing it had become more of a necessity nowadays(sadly). When my leave ended, I wanted to do something
for my so-called friend so he wouldn't be sour with me forever, so I decided to
make a page dedicated to his blogs; no pictures of him, no names, just his
words and that's it. Also, I posted some
music he and even myself on the page as well.
My aim was to help market his blogs so he can gain a bigger following,
which was the least I could do after what I did last year. I started the page very low key because I
wanted to perfect what my scheduling would be until the toad saw it. Just this morning, he posted a blog about the
page, typing all bunch of stupid assumptions he made of me(which are obviously
not true), and said he is going to get a hold of my chain of command in regards
to it. Also, he got his so-called "minions" to report my page as
well. This really enraged me to the
point I blocked his dumbass, unfollowed just about everything he had. I am through with this piece of shit, I have
something to you: IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME
OR ANY OF MY PAGES, TELL IT TO MY FUCKING FACE!
DON'T BACK DOOR ME AND RUN TO FACEBOOK OR MY CHAIN OF COMMAND YOU
DICKLESS COCKSUCKER! GROW SOME FUCKING
BALLS! I have given him my olive
branch, and all he did was break it in half and spit on me in the process. For that, I am officially done being the nice
guy, if the toad can't appreciate that, then he can go straight to fucking
hell. I am done sticking my hand out
only for it to be brutally cut off. The
Army already has given me a suicidal problem as it is, and I'm not going to let
this shitbag do the same to me. Finally,
as he said in his blog, "At this point, Shitbag, I strongly suggest you fuck off and go away
for good.", I am
not going away that easily. I will still
have my page(however it will not have any of your filth or senseless words or
poor music taste on there), I will still have my blogs(which will feature some
much-needed criticism of your garbage) and if you try to get your minions to
sabotage and report me for petty BS, I will get you. Next time, say it to my face and not hide
behind your wall of Facebook or your pathetic following. I did my apology, I tried to help you, and
all you did was kick me in the nuts.
What you did today was created an enemy. As Julius Caesar once
said, "Alea iacta est". SO ADOIS YOU
COCKSUCKING, FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, STUPID IDIOT, BASTARD WANNABE, ASPIE
MOTHERFUCKER! Goodbye and good riddance to bad
rubbish.
