|It's too small to tell, but I'm actually physically in this photo.|
This was when we pulled into Kiel, Germany during our
BALTOPS exercise in 2004.
I was responsible for briefing the captain every day about the shit we found, and he often asked my young, dumbass 22 year old self for my opinion on what the hell was going on in the gulf. I tested 2 top secret systems, and actually made one of them work in theater for the first time ever. By the end of my Navy career, I had reached E-5, earned a Navy Achievement Medal (NAM), the Iraq Campaign Medal (we guarded KAAOT and ABOT), and I was a sharpshooter with a pistol and rifle to boot.
|This is how I imagine some of the kiddies saw me|
in college: old, weary, and through.
In college I graduated Summa cum Laude with a 3.98 GPA; I was in the top 10 of my class; I was a double major and received both the Clio Award for Excellence in History (best history major), and the Outstanding Political Science Major award (best political science major). I was nominated for the Sr. Maryanna Childs’ Writing Award, and one of my professors had even invited me to take a graduate course as an undergrad student (I got an A for that course). I tutored students in college writing, history, political science, geography, sociology, and social work. I achieved all of this while going through a divorce and taking care of my two young children.
Now that I’m out of school, to keep myself sane I am learning Latin on my own. I’m currently into the second text book of the series.
All of that was not just meant to bolster my ego, or to show all of my readers how ballin’ out of control I am. The purpose of that was to show that I am a guy who works hard at everything he does. I’ve spent the last 10ish years pushing my intellectual limits and always putting forth maximum effort at everything I do.
So please tell me why I have a bunch of assholes telling me that I have to surrender part of my paycheck to support some lazy, good for nothing, douche bag leeches who abuse welfare.
News flash bleeding-hearts: welfare abusers are out there. They are people who get on welfare because they’re out of a job and have like 12 kids, and instead of going out to get a job, they stay on welfare. Why do they do this? Because you fucks allow them to do it.
Why the fuck do you allow them to do it? Because you think that everyone on welfare is somehow a disenfranchised victim of “the evil corporations,” or racists. You’re afraid of being seen as politically incorrect. They’re all victims, right?
|Too good to pass up.|
You know what? Eat my hard-working ass. Welfare abusers exist, and they’re making it generational. Why do you think their kids have a sense of entitlement? Because they see that mommy and daddy ARE entitled to bullshit that no one should be. Whenever I imagine myself getting rich, like if I came up with an idea that exploded and got me a lot of money, I want to puke my fucking guts out knowing that some shit heads in society would want to take over 50% of that income from me and give it to some shit head who hasn’t worked in 10 years.
I’m not racist or classist or whatever. I know that there are millions of hard-working people on welfare. They work long hours for little pay, and they can’t make ends meet. Those people deserve help, and I am glad that they get my help.
But there are too many people who are content to live off the sweat of my brow. Please, bleeding hearts, tell me how this is just. I’m all for helping those who can’t help themselves, but tell me what sense it makes that hard-working men and women have to help those who don’t want to help themselves.