Joining the Military

after reading ETD and learning that Aaron would have joined the military and knowing the job market today whilst finishing my final year of active duty service….i think i can speak on this topic.

april 14th 1994 i left for boot-camp. but before that day, i had already made some SERIOUS choices regarding my time in. i was fortunate enough to have an uncle that retired navy and gave me some tips. here’s what he told me, and some of my suggestions.

know what type of work you want to do- nothing will make 5 years suck more than doing a job you have no interest in. on that note, choose a job that PAYS IN THE CIVILIAN WORLD. do you want to fix computers, work in electronics, medical, construction? have at least 3 fields in the back of your mind. if they offer you a field, ask for the card that gives job specifics. if at the end of the day, they don’t offer you a field you’re interested in…..tell them you’re sorry for wasting their time and walk away. realize…they just spent money on lab work, doctor’s to examine you, etc. they WANT you by this point. call their bluff, and walk. of course, this MAY not work since we have such a shitty economy right now; hence my suggesting you have a few fields open.

a few i know of that do well- biomedical technician, air electronics, radiology technician, air mechanics, mechanic- general, information technology (IT), nuclear medicine- better be good in math, interior communications- basically a cable guy, ultrasound technician, MRI tech, paralegal, and i haven’t even gotten into the SPEC-OP’s stuff yet.

now you have to choose your service. first off, let me say…..avoid the air force. i only say this since they have a history of fucking you over on your field of choice. they’ll sign you up as going to “whatever” MOS, but if it’s not available when you finish bootcamp…..you’ll do your first 5 years doing whatever they can’t give away. had a friend join the AF and signed on as a bio-med tech. he went to bootcamp, then found out he was going to fix ejector seats on jets- in phoenix arizona, for the next 5 years. he got out when his time was up.

the other services GUARANTEE you your field of choice.

ARMY- the good news; afghanistan is winding down. so the deployments are slimming down as well. the only thing with the army is that you get trained in a very specific field. say you want to work in medical. well WHAT in medical do you want to do? if you want to be an ortho tech….you’ll be putting casts on for 5 years. auto mechanic- you’ll be in the motor pool fixing cars/trucks/tanks/helo’s/planes (based on what you want to fix). the good news is, as long as you do well on your PFT, and don’t become a discipline case; you WILL advance quickly. expect to make E7 (senior enlisted) in 10 years. that’s pretty damn good money. and the more rank you get, the less you work in your given field and work more in management.

USMC- basically the same as the army, you just get a prettier uniform and you have access to better pussy- especially if you get stationed in pendleton. FACT- marines get MAD PUSSY. plus you WILL be trained in the best enlisted combat available. army are soldiers, but marines are fucking warriors. in the marines, you are either division or group. division are the grunts….badasses (and they pride themselves on that), and group (POG’s) does all the other work in the USMC- mechanics, admin, computers, etc. there’s no medical jobs in the USMC though, which leads us to……..

NAVY- i chose navy since Paw-Paw was in it, and my uncle is a retired E7. realize with the navy you have the real possibility of SEA DUTY- going to a ship. many rates (navy jobs) are sea duty heavy and the sea/shore rotation is harsh. my ex was an ET (electronics tech) and her sea/shore rotation was 5/2 (5 years on a ship, 2 years shore). YEAH. DO NOT accept a rate until you have “seen the card” (a placard that explains the job). choosing a job is the last part of enlisting. DO NOT accept navy apprenticeship. you will be a slave until you get an “A” school. “A” school is just formal job training in either seaman, air, and fireman skills. look it up, i’m not going into detail. just don’t apprentice- they’ll sell it as “a way to see what you want to do.” tell them you want an A school. PERIOD. and if you’re wondering what i do in the navy- i’m a Corpsman. i was a 0000 (general duty) and now i’m an 8452 (advanced radiography tech). HM (corpsman) offers some VERY lucrative fields of work, and the best general medical training you could ask for. you get trained in the basics then learn on the job more advanced skills. and you are EXPECTED to excel….because that what HM’s do.

5 years will suck if you’re doing a job you have no interest in. and make sure you can get a job as a civilian in the field you choose. that’s the strongest point of the military- REAL.LIFE.JOB.TRAINING. companies LOVE hiring military folk. FACT. plus they’ll pay for college and give you 30 days of vacay time a year. now…..a word of advice.

DO.NOT.GET.MARRIED!!!!!!!! you’re there to get your shit together, not land a wife and possibly land in MGTOW hell. DO.NOT.GET.A.WOMAN.PREGNANT. you will not believe how many couples meet in boot camp/job training and get married after knowing each other for 2-3 months. YES. i’m serious. shit amazed me when i saw it unfold. and it STILL happens. i had a LOOOOOOOOOONG talk with my nephew when i learned he joined the army. and avoiding marriage was a HUGE talking point. look, you’re there to learn a skill and be employable as a civilian, fuck all you want, just avoid marriage. ok.

BOOTCAMP- aaaaaaah yes. 2 months of deconstruction. look boot camp is a mind fuck. they break you down to build you up. get yer ass in shape as best as you can before hand in the form of- push ups, sit ups, pull ups, and running. run 2 miles (army/navy) and 3 miles (USMC). in boot camp, the most important meal is breakfast. DO.NOT eat the eggs. eat cereal (preferably raisin bran) and drink coffee for the first 2-3 weeks. realize- you will NOT shit for the first 2 weeks. this is why i recommend the diet i do until you shit. once you shit, eat whatever.

DO.NOT be an individual during boot camp. every company has a “bug”; that guy that fucks it up for the entire company, the “gomer pyle” in full metal jacket. DON’T BE THAT GUY!!!!!!! don’t worry about being the best, just do your best. you quit, they fuck with you and you become a mark. you CAN do what they’re asking you, so never quit. keep your head in the game and just focus on what you need to do that day. that’s the best advice i can give. my nephew said after graduating boot camp he felt like he could do anything, and that his approach anxiety died. he didn’t give a fuck, he just went for it…..and pulled/s like a champ.

Aaron mentioned the retirement pension aspect. YEAH. realize it’s not going to be good for you like it is for me. i joined in 1994, i will get 1/2 of my base pay for a pension. it’s changed now, and i don’t know exactly how it works. ask your recruiter. and DO NOT trust a recruiter who pushes you. my recruiter was cool, he was informative and didn’t try to push me in any direction. keep your eye on your 6. lol.

SPEC-OPS- let’s be honest. some of you are wolves and want to kill and be general bad asses. i took the test to determine if i could go to BUDS (Basic Underwater Demolition School- SEAL training) and NAILED IT. well, i know guys in the SPEC-OPS field. get along well with them. if you decide to go this path, COMMIT to it. it will be the hardest thing you ever do. it will push you PAST your limit. NEVER QUIT. push through it. remember- the only easy day was yesterday.

so- choose the right service, the right field, and bang out your first 5 years and determine if you want to stick with it. if you decide to do 20, figure out the quickest way to E9 (top enlisted rank) or a commission (becoming an officer). take advantage of exotic locales for duty stations (overseas duty OWNS), and see as much as you can. i’m my 19 years i’ve had a blast. seen some pretty morbid shit, but that’s the job i chose; so, no regrets.

also, realize, IF you get married while on active duty; the woman you marry has access to 1/2 your pension after a certain amount of time being married. i thought it was after 10 years, but i’m being told by some it’s 15. then the state you married in has a say in it. look, personally…..i’d NEVER get married while on active duty. NEVER. besides i have serious game, thusly i am never deprived of female attention.

and lastly….WOMEN. military women SUCK by and large. i’ll fuck a military woman, but i’d NEVER commit to one. a military 7 is a civilian hard 5/soft 6. and you will see white-knight’s and beta’s like a motherfuck. seriously. you will witness 4’s being white-knighted and pedalstalized like victoria’s secrets models. YES, you have some cool girls, but the ratio is probably 1:20. learn game, get laid (it’s easy in the military- just don’t get a chick preggers), and learn all you can. you’d be amazed at what you can accomplish by the time you’re 22-23. i joined at 20. and by 25 i was ready to take on the world. now- i’m 39, and about to get a pension along with memories that i could never get anywhere else- from all over the world.

if you choose to join up, PLEASE email me with any questions. i’ll do my best to answer any specific questions. hope this post helped some of you.

stay up.

i'm seksi and i know it. goofing off at xray school in san deezy

i’m seksi and i know it. goofing off at xray school in san deezy

the radiology crew in Spain.

the radiology crew in Spain.

shooting shit on my ship.

shooting shit on my ship.

OH. i have a question for you guys. SunShineMary made a t-shirt for the blog. well, i was thinking of have shirts made. IF you guys are willing to purchase one, let me know and i’ll have them made. the support from you guys means the world to me. if you’d be willing to buy a Dannyfrom504 shirt from me directly……please let me know. i appreciate it.


Jobs for Men Considering the Military

i wrote some time ago about “joining the military”. i came in at a good time. there has been a serious overhaul in military retirement. what the linked article DOESN’T tell you (and i was looking for it, it was in a recent “navy times”) is basically, at 16 years of service they will do a board on you. if you don’t “measure up”, they will kick you out with “severance pay”.

yeah i know, it’s fucked up.

part of my job is counseling young Sailors, i usually only counsel junior males. i tell them all the same thing-“get the most training you can while you’re in that will allow you the most pay as a civilian and get the fuck out the navy. besides, the atmosphere is getting pretty toxic towards men.” never had a kid not nod in aggreement. i promise you, if you join the navy now you WILL attend a biannual “sexual assault prevention” training stand down. and it’s totally misandrist.

BUT, there ARE some jobs that will train and provide you with 5 years of experience. when you get out you go to the top of the list of persons applying for a job. some rates i would go into if i were joinging the navy

IT- they work on computers
ET- don’t go coms, go equipment- those guys fix everything that runs on electricity
most off the engineering rates pay well on the civilian side, but you work your ass off. i’d do anything aside from DC (they’re fireman btw- if that’s your thing). MR’s make SERIOUS money on the outside
CT- they run intel, it’s a stepping stone to working for the CIA, FBI, etc. i’d go interpretive (they do translating. chinese, arabic and pashto are MONEY right now)
SeaBee’s. these guys are great. they work hard and play harder. PLUS they do 6 mpnth deployments all over the world so you WILL do some travelling. any one of the “construction rate’s” pay well on the outside. you gotta love a group who’s motto is “we build, we fight”. lol. personally i’d go construction mechanic (CM), construction electrician (CE), builder (BU) or steelworker (SW).
AC- air traffic controller. they make MAJOR bank on the outside.
HM- my rate. downside….takes FOREVER to make rank. upside- there is specialized training you can do that pay well: xray, nuke med, cardio vascular tech, bio-med repair (that’s what i wanted to do…..counldn’t finish the NEETS modules, said fuck it….i’ll go to xray school)
AE- they repair electronics on airplanes. get out and take a job at boeing or any major airline.
any of the “deck” or “engineering” rates will land you a job with the merchant marines. they’re civilian sailors that actually make money.

you get free training, a sweet college program when you get out (the navy will be paying me to go to welding school) AND while going to school after getting out you get paid BAH (basic allowence for housing). throw your zip code here to see what you’d make. back in new orleans i’ll be malking $1089 a month while in school. you can’t beat that.

join up, choose a job that pays well, get your ass out. and i’m not going to lie to you, you’re slave labor as an E1-E3. BUT that just means you learn your job well. and don’t sweat boot camp, it’s a fucking joke now. shave your head before you take off and save yourself some time. and realize you won’t shit for the first week you’re in boot camp.

stay up.


Advice to Guys Considering the Military: Barrack Rats

when i arrived in charleston i ended up gaining a reputation for the attractive college girls i was bringing back to my room (don’t trip, i had 3 over a 2 month period). i really wasn’t into the girls in the barracks- BEQ (Bachelor Enlisted Quarters). i saw all the hooking up going on and frankly the girls were ok. wait- i should explain.

most women that come into the military are the hard 6’s soft 7’s of the town they lived in. many didn’t really have much attention from guys in high school. if they were they were typically sluts. but that’s another subject. but basically, most of them were the plain jane’s of the city/town they came from.

then they join the military.

suddenly they have a LEGION of guys white-kniting them and telling them how “hot” they are. it’s a recipe for complete princess basic training. matter of fact, i’d wager that most women that come into the military go from relatively humble and lacking in experience with guys to thinking they could model for victoria’s secret within 3 months of joining the military.

and it’s fucking sad.

well, i caught feelings for this indian chick and then got sent to cuba. she broke up with me a week before i came back to charleston (i took her virginity). turns out she got her first dose and caught cock fever. i was in a bit of a funk and one of the guys known for fucking many of the girls in BEQ made mention of me looking “like shit”.

now, you guys need to know. i had a rep for banging some pretty serious women by that point. and the fact those women were NOT military was bragging rights. guys that are successful with women form an unofficial fraternity. well, dude mentioned to me fucking one of the girls in the “Q” to get over girl. i told him i wasn’t into them. he laughed and said-

“DUDE, none of us are.”

then he told me the secret. the only thing you need to say to get a woman into bed in the BEQ. “dude, you just talk to her for about 2-3 minutes, mention you have to go then tell her-‘come stop by my room some time.’ she shows up, she’s down.”

no. that can’t be right. well there was one sunday i was chatting with this chick jessica. she mentioned going to the main base to go to the exchange and i mentioned i needed to go. she invited me to go with her. we got back to the BEQ and i asked her what she had planned for the rest of the day. she was doing laundry.

“oh, ok. well look; when you’re done you should stop my room.”

i was sitting in my quad with 4 of my quad-mates and what do you know- in walked jessica. the room went from rowdy male bonding tom-foolery to dead silence. i walked her to my room, shut the door and locked it.

i walked right up and started kissing her. she had a sucker in her mouth which i removed before i went in. we started tearing clothes off and she pushed me onto my bed and went after my pants. she took out a starburst and chewed a small piece. then she started blowing me.

OH.MY.GOD.

this was my first time with something like this and it felt fantastic. she said later she did it because she like having the flavor involved. well i liked it because if made the sensation VERY slippery and it felt amazing. win sauce on both sides. i bricked in less than 2 minutes. i told her i was about to pop and she buried her head into my nether regions. then it was time for the big show. nothing exceptional- it lasted maybe 30 minutes or so. it was pretty “meh”.

this was my first experience with a “barracks rat”, and this little tale was the tamest. the more i did, the more raw and perverse it got. “i wonder if she’ll let me…….OH FUCK SHE WILL. DAMN. SHE’S NASTY!!!!!”

but, then i was i was hooked. i became part of the 20% that was fucking 80% of the girls in the hospital and BEQ. once you bang more than 3 women in a small community, they talk about you. i know this because my girl katie told me. katie was a good friend. she wasn’t a really an attractive woman, as she was a little over weight. BUT she was a very cool, nurturing, friendly woman.

she told me how the girls talked about us-

“he’s can go forever.”

“he’s got a big dick.”

“he’s a total freak.”

i asked her what they said about me and she said, “they say you’re pretty adventurous and if you want him to do something to you, he probably will. OH, and you’re fun in bed.” i looked at her oddly and asked what that was about. she looked at me and said, “when you were with (don’t remember her name) did you slap your own ass?” i thought for a second, i BARELY remembered the girl but finally said blankly, “i don’t know, but probably.”

she chuckled and said, “well she looked in the mirror and were slapping your own ass and making a funny face. she almost started laughing so she buried her head in the pillow. but she said she’d never forget it.” well ok. i didn’t tell her us guys in the little club discuss the girls.

“dude, she like to be choked.”

“her favorite position is doggy and she likes her hair pulled hard.”

“she’ll probably ask you to spit in her mouth.”

“you’ll know she came ‘cuz she starts giggling and laughing.”

“make her pop via oral before you fuck. if you don’t she probably won’t cum.”

“great tits. you almost get her off by licking and sucking on them.

yeah. but i didn’t tell katie that. by the time i moved out the barracks i had a pretty high partner count. i was soon coupled up with a girlfriend and what i learned in the barracks didn’t really apply. i had to learn not just how to fuck a girl, but how to KEEP a girl. a much harder skill to master. yeah, i know- story’s been told a thousand times.

but i lived it. i think it’s the crucible of all “players”.

if you think the situation in the barracks has changed- it hasn’t. it’s worse. the BEQ is one big fuckfest. so guys, if you go into the military and you live in the barracks, keep this phrase in mind- “stop by my room sometime.”

it’s actually more of a risk now, so i’d highly recommend NO alcohol be involved. if she rejects the advances you can just back on, “oh, i though you were into me.” but most girls aren’t just coming to your room to play xbox. you’re talking about people aged 18-22 that are probably off on their own for the first time and this is their “college rebellion” time.

it’s a military dorm. sex is on everyone’s mind. especially the girls.

ok, this post may be a bit harsh, so let’s have a palate cleanser. here’s a dog chasing something in his sleep. Brody’s done this a few times and it always makes me giggle.

if you didn’t get a good natured laugh out of that- you have no soul.

stay up.


Technical School

i stated before that i’m currently enrolled at Delgado technical school studying precision machining and welding. Cappy has written extensively on the scam of american universities. i’ve already spoken to him about the cost and advantages of tech school. and seriously, if you’re a young man, you should seriously look into it.

why……

cost- a full load (4 classes per semester) runs just under $2k, minus book cost. if you don’t have the funds you can always apply for student loans *more on the scam regarding how students fuck themselves over later*.

time- most of the programs can be finished in 2 years. i’m on my second semester of machining, i have one more and a computer class this summer and i’m done.

demand- the guy that i work with in machining class (a Marine) is currently apprenticing at a shop in metairie. he’s not getting paid until he finishes the course; he’ll graduate when i do. i watch him machine work and he helps me with my projects. according to him 95% of the guys in his shop are over 50, and retire soon. there is literally no one to replace the guys about to retire. essentially, you walk into a job after you graduate. we’ll start making around $15 an hour, earning a raise within 6 months. and the instructors know damn near everyone hiring in the industry.

difficulty- for the most part, if you fail a course it’s because you are putting in ZERO effort. the instructors tell you what to highlight for written exams and as long as you show up and try to do the shop work, you’ll pass. THEY.DON’T.WANT.YOU.TO.FAIL.

of course, each program will have pros/cons and differing levels of difficulty. welding takes practice and repetition; and it’s HOT. machining takes well over a year to really comprehend. my boy in machining has been apprenticing over a year. the instructors tell us it takes some time to really get the hang of it. but everyone is there to help you out and they’re cool about it. yer a newb, they get it.

now, maybe you’re not really into machining or welding. what else could you do. here’s a few suggestions:

industrial maintenance, instrumentation, carpentry, auto mechanics, industrial electrician (any electrician actually). if you’re so inclined you could learn any of the subjects i mentioned by joining the military and getting the training through them, get 4-5 years experience, get out and get paid.

so there you go. with very little time and money (hell, even free if you enlist) and you can be walking into a very great paying, in demand job. and the school/work environment is locker roomish. hope everyone had a great holiday. i ate ribs at my parents place.

latah bra

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i’m as miserable as i look. and my balls probably smell like a whopper.


She’s on the Carousel

there’s a girl i know who has a bit of a problem. she’s very attractive. and while i don’t know her too well, i do realize the crux of her dilema. despite being a very attractive women, she can’t seem to keep a bf for more than 3-4 months. she has a thing for one of the guys that works with me (who she knows is married btw), who had to come right out and tell her to quit trying to talk to him.

gee……what could possibly be amiss here? attractive woman, can’t keep a dude. well here’s the newsflash-

she’s a pain in the ass.

seriously, while she’s pretty and feminine, i can’t tolerate being around her more than 5 minutes. this is the same girl i’ve mentioned before that HAS to interrupt when me and my guys in the ER are acting up. it never fails, me and my 2 buddies are tooling on each other and 5 minutes later; there she is. the sad thing is: even if i pulled her aside and told her how guys see her, she’d never take the info to heart.

now, one of the other girls (my food slut chick) gave me the scoop even though i could already firgure out the problem. first off, she lives in the barracks. i remember living in the barracks. most of the girls there are on the carousel. the first 6 months i was at my first dudty station i had hooked up with 4 girls. then i met my gf at a club by college of charleston, a slamming 8 indian chick.

i quickily became known as one of the “boy sluts”. lol. there were 5 of us to be exact. once i started dating the indian chick (who dumped me a week before i was supposed to come back from gitmo), i ended up having to quit bringing her around the barracks- she said most of the guys there were eye fucking her and it made her uncomfortable. as i’ve mentioned before, even in the military, white knights and betas abound. after i got dumped by indian chick (who was a virgin before i got to it-there’s another post all together. lol.) i ended up dating this slamming panamanian chick i met at a second job. THEN, i ended up hooking up with the sister of one of other girls i worked with.

i know, i know. i was going through a phase. don’t judge me.

well, my food slut friend verified what i knew about her co-worker: girls a slut. which is fine, i’m not one to shame a girl who’s exercising her options. but when you’re a girl complaining how you keep getting dumped, then i think you leave yourself open for criticism of said choices.

let’s be honest, a woman as attractive as she is who has no problem landing a dude, only to get dumped after a few months has a shit personality. i once told an ex “you bring nothing but box to the table”. it statred as a joke, then i realized it was true. i broke up with said woman a few weeks later. i literally couldn’t be around her. she’s cool, don’t get me wrong, but i didn’t even want to have sex with her anymore- and thats’s some SERIOUS shit right there.

ER girl is on the same page. she’s hot and all, but i KNOW i couldn’t stand being around her for any amount of time. i’d hook up with her, but i’d NEVER commit. granted, she’s also young but i have a theory.

by “military girl” statndards, she’s a hard nine. but in civilian standards, she’s a soft 7. i know that sounds wierd but if i had a dollar for every military princess that gets out and learns the cold hard truth that they aren’t anything special, i’d probably have about 30 bucks. lol. and each one of them have been on the carousel. FACT. i know because i got friend zoned by a good looking ER chick only to learn she had gone through 6 different guys during her 2 year tour in sicily.

these military princess all typically have a common trait: they weren’t on boys’ radar before joining the military. i’ve known quite a few navy girls who’ve confirmed they really didn’t get male attention until the got in. then they have dudes throwing themselves at them. said guys are typically waaaaaaaaay omega as civilians.

but this isn’t about the guys. so it can be said, more often than not, if you see a woman (military or civilian) who uses her sexuality to validate herself….enjoy the ride, the line of dicks start to your left pumpkin.

stay up.


Institutionalization, Beards, and Ink

i was home on terminal leave. i was texting with a former coworker (female) back in jax. i made a comment about not wanting to shave and she replied, “then don’t shave; you’re retired.” i drew a blank. i WAS technically done with the navy, but i was so accustomed to shaving every day that i was on autopilot.

institutionalized.

while i couldn’t wait to be done with the navy, i really wasn’t prepared for what i was going to do without my “navy routine”. a few friends that retired told me it can take up to 2 years to fully acclimate to being “out of the matrix”. thusly, i quit writing to work on adjusting to being a civilian. well, i’m FINALLY just getting comfortable with writing and finding subject matter- which explains why there is no longer a “daily” post.

step one- fuck shaving. what i wasn’t prepared for was the response from women. all of them said they loved it. huh, never saw that coming. then i learned a harsh lesson on first growing a beard….the new beard itch. i almost shaved this sonuvabitch more than once. then i learned about “beard oil”. again….never knew such a thing exists. go to amazon and search it- i’m lazy and don’t feel like linking it.

about 2 weeks before my last day, i got my first tattoo. i gave the guy a print out of what i wanted. well, dummy screwed it up. i told him to not charge me or i’ll do a review of him and tell people to avoid it and i’d show his manager. so i didn’t pay. i never had a tat before because i knew where i wanted them and visible tats after joining is against UCMJ. my bosses saw it and never said a word.

once i got to NO i found a shop (electric expression in kenner), the girl at the register recommended my girl Jessie. i showed her what i wanted and we scheduled a day. a reputable artist usually has a waiting list. she is now the only person i’ll let do my work. black. only black. my grandfather (dads side) was Houma tribe and told me only black tats that have a personal specific meaning should be inked.

again, i’ve been opened by women asking what my greek lettered “molan labe” tat said/meant. i NEVER tell them specifics. i simply say they’re military related. if they ask what my bars are, i tell them, “if you have to ask, you have no reason to understand it.” believe it or not, that makes them more eager to know. classic hamster. i escalate and tell them i never tell fully clothed women what my tats mean.

they smile and say, “pleeeeeeeeease.” sorry babe, rules are rules. i should point out 90% of the women i do this with are women that work at places i frequent. when i posted about the barista (more on that later), i mentioned if she asked about the tats, i’ll have an IOI. i NEVER esstimated girls would respond to tats the way they do. i however still find excessive tat’s on women gaudy. but on guys (especially Blaine) hot. like sup….never mind.

Jess at work.

Jess at work.

also: don’t forget to follow my dreck/tweet gibberish. @GuerroTaco

latah brah


ITLR- Further into the Pussification of the American Male

OUT ladies. GET OUT. i need to talk to the guys.

unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve heard of the NFL controversy in miami. icognito has been placed on indefinite suspension, martin is (probably) suing everyone he can and still playing victim. there’s been some stir about this in the sphere. i too was surprised.

surprised it took this long for something like this to happen.

i’ve long complained about how “soft” the nfl was getting. hell, if you simply mess up tom brady’s hair you’ll get 15 and an automatic first down. you get a flag for ANYTHING now. and it really takes away from the intensity of the game. if i were looking at a +$25,000 fine, i’d second guess really laying into a guy. ultimately it takes away a game that was designed to be, well…..brutal.

so martin quit the nfl. THE.N.F.L. as i’m sure anyone who watches knows you just don’t walk into playing in the nfl. you have to get into a decent college program, then play well enough to catch an nfl team’s eye. hell, there’s well known player that used to blog (Kane, looking at you) who played college football. while i’ve never played college or nfl ball, i have played football, and talking shit/busting balls is a big part of the game.

more than part of a game, it’s part of being a MAN.

what REALLY go to me were the commentary leading to, “well, it reflects back to kids being bullied and the inherent bully culture in the US.” KIDS. KIDS are being used as a tangential argument against a GROWN.MAN’S.ACTIONS. whatthefuck ever. i have a question guys, would YOU want martin on YOUR team now?

here, as an active duty male in the military, if you show any signs of being bothered when guys are busting on you, it just gets worse. you get an insult hurled at you, you swing back at them (with an insuly, not your fist dummy. lol). but, there’s been a slow demasculinization of the military, now it’s becoming more and more obvious. all the mandatory sexual assault “stand-down’s”, the overly PC mentality, the “more tolerant and inclusive” atmosphere. i honestly can’t wait to be done with this orginazation.

well, when i came in there was a little ceremony, it’s call “tacking on”. what that is is when you make the next paygrade, guys of that paygrade and above would line up and punch the shit out of your right arm (the arm that your rank is sewn). while it sounds pretty barbaric (and it can be), it’s actually a compliment.

i had just made E4. i was stationed in sicily. went out back to check off my ambulance and out of nowhere i was picked up (fuck you matt) and carried back into the ER. there were about 8-9 guys lined up to give me my medicine. with each punch, i looked at the guy and said, “is that it? fucking pussy.” my arm hurt for 2-3 days after.

you NEVER tack on someone you don’t know or don’t like. so i was proud i got tacked.

well, there’s another “tradition” unique to the navy- “crossing the line”. when a ship crosses the eqautor, they have a day long “ceremony”. and it’s fucking disgusting. well, now it’s been tamed and is a shadow of what it used to be. participation is completely voluntary. but still, the neavy felt the need to make it more “inclusive” and less “demeaning” hell, even the chief’s “initiation” is a joke compared to how it used to be. if i made E7, i wouldn’t even participate. then i wouldn’t be a “chief”, i’d be an “E7”- which is supposed to be a slight within the community.

at my first command, i ended up in EMS. after i completed my check in, my crew chief told me i needed a tour of the weapons stain. i was placed in full c-spine precautions, strapped to the top of the ambulance and driven around the dusty backroads. then i was placed leaning against the fence close to the gate to enter the base with a sign taped to me that said, “boot EMT”. i had countless cars honk at me. then, i was taken back to the annex, hung upside down on the spine board and had a 14 gauge IV started in my hand. and 14 gauge is HUGE, and the hand is the most painful place to have an IV.

i didn’t complain, and i never ratted. and the guys treated me like a member of the tribe.

the navy’s word for these events: hazing. hazing has been prohibited for the past 15 years or so. but what feminists and uber beta’s fail to realize is that these “traditions” serve a purpose. it builds character, morale and unity. the guys “hazing” you have been through it, and once you’re “in”, you’ll be busting on the new guys.

a large part of hazing and being initiated is two-fold. one- it builds “unit cohesion”, two- it’s a rite of passage. if you don’t approve or like the initiation, the culture- fine.

avoid it.

we now live in a society where the majority has to make sacrifices and changes for the few. and you can see that on a multitude of platforms. it’s been going on for a long time (mostly unnoticed or in silence). well now, it doesn’t even try yo hide it’s agenda. i feel bad for the guys that have 8-9 more years left until retirement (they do to), and i feel even WORSE for the guys coming in.

so, no….martin going out like such a pussy doesn’t surprise me in the least. i’ve been watching this going on a while now. and big surprise, the dulfish lost tonight againt a winless bucs. there was a good amount of talk about icognito (a team leader) not being there to rally the guys. and SEVERAL players have came to his defense. he was even called “the alpha male” of the team. sad. just sad. again, if shit hit’s the fane ladies, will there be anyone there to protect you? if not, send a thank you note to the feminists. but i shan’t sink into bitterness because hey….

at least i still have hockey. GO FLYERS!!!!

stay up.


ITLR: The Sailor

i’m slowly creeping towards my retirement. the other day i was watching master and commander and i kept remembering how Paw-paw loved the movie. then i let him borrow and read this .EPIC seafaring book. i try and read it once a year.

there’s no denying, i’m a Sailor. how i got here is a different story. i was 19 years old, i didn’t like college, and really didn’t know what i wanted to do with myself. i had a great job at a refinery in texas, had a gf, life was wine. but i suddenly realized i was going to be like the guys i worked with. in less than 5 years, i’d probably get girl pregnant, get married, buy a small house in that small texas town and keep on at the refinery.

scared the shit out of me.

one of my good friends had a brother in the navy and he was stationed in spain. then it hit me: i wanted to live in europe (not take a trip there), see the world; or at least a good part of it. just after my 20th birthday i was off to boot camp in great lakes, il. then HM training in san diego, then off to my first command in charleston, sc.

it was finally time to go to europe. i REALLY wanted spain, but ended up having to go to sicily. i enjoyed it. i ran all over europe over the next 3 years. partied my fucking face off tbh. soon, i was back in NO, preparing to get out of the navy. i was getting ready to go to nursing school, i had a second job that i was going to work when i got out, i had a GF.

i felt lost.

i realized i didn’t really WANT to go to nursing school. i had already broken up with girl, i dropped out of college, cancelled my orders and requested a ship in japan. i spent 3 years at sea. it was during that time that my youth died, and i truly became a man. i was about 27-28 when i got there. 3 years at sea killed what boyishness was in me. i LOVED being underway. you work long hours and at times the work is back breaking.

the video below is from the weather decks of the blue ridge, somewhere in the southern pacific. i used to LOVE going out on the sponsor at night. there’s something about being at sea and staring at the vast ocean. it’s so peaceful, yet you feel so miniscule. 3 of the best years of my life were spent on that ship. i worked hard, and played harder when we hit port.

no point into going into any more of “my life” shit. that’s not what this is about. i ended up where i did as a odd parallel to what the Sphere preaches. i most CERTAINLY wouldn’t recommend a young man do 20 years in the military (i already posted about that), as feminism has KILLED it. but it has suited me alright. and it certainly wasn’t the conventional “graduate high school, do college, get a nice job, get married” format.

fuck that.

after 20 years in the navy, this old bastard will give you a tiny piece of advice.

fuck the rules.

life will offer it’s opportunities to you. marriage is no longer a very safe bet for men. i’m not here to rag on dudes to avoid it, i’m just pointing out, it’s not what it used to be, and you could face dire consequences if it goes sour. i had a talk with a reader yesterday (more on that to come) and he, like many young men, put WAAAAAAY too much effort into women, and not nearly enough in himself. focus on YOU. put a roof over your head, food on your table, find something that you’re passionate about and chase it.

that’s what kept me in the navy so long: i love the travel opportunity. the last 5-6 years haven’t been the best as i’ve started to have to deal with the more “political” side of the navy, and i hate it. fortunately, i only have to deal with that for 5 more months. but if there’s one thing i can attest to, is that it’s possible to find peace and happiness without taking the route the lame main stream will pound into your head.

and if you’re ever in southern louisiana, shoot me an email.

stay up.


Book Review: Enjoy the Decline

I’ve been pretty open about my plans for retirement- couple acres in Tay-has, the travel trailer, the microfarm, etc. Currently waiting on my sis to cop a uhaul and head up here to claim my sofa and king sized cloud of a bed. Other friends have laid claims to the TV, my bookshelf (books are staying with me obviously), and mom wants the spinny chair. What I don’t sell I’ll donate to goodwill. All I plan on taking are my books, some clothes, the food bank, the guns, and a few mementos. I’m well aware that I need to get rid of almost all of my shit and kinda looking forward to it.

With that in mind, I finally decided to jump into “Enjoy the Decline by Aaron Clarey”, and must say I was NOT disappointed. The odd thing is, having met him I heard his voice as I read the passages. Kinda surreal. Now, I know dick about finance. Numbers totally fuck me up. I’d have a PhD by now if I could just pass college algebra. ETD, prepares you for the rough times ahead. And believe me, its coming. But Aaron is able to break down to the lay-person how exactly the economy will implode. Its one thing to hear speculation on the news, or make your own predictions based on current events. But reading Aarons take is kind of chilling at first. But then, he slaps you on the back and tells you not to worry. :/

In the beginning he explains basic finance to us. Then tell us how to prepare, how to educate, invest, and breaks down what’s most important in life. But after you start to finish the first chapter, something odd happens. Around page 54-55, Aaron quits writing and suddenly Tyler Durden takes over.

“I am Jack’s wasted youth. I am Jack’s public education.”

“I am Jack’s utterly disillusioned and disappointed American dream.”

I won’t spoil the content, but trust me- if I could, I’d take a copy of ETD back in time and give it to me the day I graduated High School. This book is a MUST READ for all the young men in the Sphere. We’ve all heard the feminist horse shit, we’ve been lied to, marginalized, mistreated, misrepresent, and mostly, made to feel unnecessary. The media portrays us as buffoons; they cater to the “empowered, independent woman”……

It’s time we responded. Read this book…..and learn how.

What I took from this book was a survival guide, a starter kit if you will for MGTOW. While he doesn’t condone or speak against marriage and kids, he does speak in a manner akin to “at your own risk”. You’re a grown adult, make your own decisions. But he’s also realistic as to the current environment for American men and lays out a very basic plan to make the most of what time we have before “hope and change” kicks in, and the parasites overtake the host. Fortunately for me, I’ve already taken care of about ¾ of what Aaron recommends. Interestingly enough, Mr. Clarey informs us if he had it to do over again, he’d have joined the Military. Expect a post very soon on what a man joining the Service needs to know to survive.

Please don’t think its all doom and gloom in ETD, that’s the beauty of it. In essence Aaron has made the mistakes and wants to prevent you from doing the same and have a fulfilling life. This is why I think every young man needs to read ETD, he’s helping you have a better, more prosperous and meaningful life.

So rosin up that fiddle as the city burns behind you, kick back you enjoy the decline. I mean, all you have to lose is…..well, everything. lol

Stay Up.

why my copy will always be cooler than yours.

why my copy will always be cooler than yours.

oops….forgot to add this.


Repost: Happy Thanksgiving all. But…..

i’ll be standing departmental duty thursday until 1930. but decided to repost last year’s Thanksgiving post. my nephew will be in afghanistan. so i’ll dedicate this post to him…..

i hope everyone has a great Holiday, eats plenty of good food, visits with loved ones, and most importantly…..WATCH SOME FOOTBALL!!!!!! what’s not to like about Thanksgiving, being a New Orleans native ANY holiday that revolves around food is win-sauce for me.

but you know what….holidays just don’t register with me. seriously, i’ve spent VERY few christmas’ or thanksgivings’ with family since joining the Navy. i typically volunteer to work on said days to allow families to spend the holiday together. but whatev’s…. more importantly…..

i REALLY hope each and every one of you reading this realizes there are tens of thousands of military servicemen sitting in the Desert, waiting in line for an hour to use a phone to call family or computer to videoconference, suffering shitty (hell….IF you have internet signal) IM’ing, eating SHITTY turkey/dressing/gravy lunch or dinner, bored out their minds or restless as all hell because they miss the hell out of their family and miss being even relatively CLOSE to home.

when i was in Kuwait (camp Ali Al Salem…..a TINY desert Army base in the middle of NOWHERE) i woke up at 10am. checked email and myspace, got dressed and went to the DFAC (dining facility) and was served (by a bunch of Bengali civilians) dry turkey, crunchy dressing, and watery nearly tasteless gravy. i threw it away and ended up eating at the Asian place. i had spicy beef and garlic rice. i stared blankly at the plate for 10 minutes. i was with my room-mate and good friend Billy, a tough little hombre from idaho. i was treating him to lunch (he couldn’t really afford to pay). we didn’t say a word to each other. the place was dead silent (and relatively packed). no one needed to speak, we all felt the same way. just 5 minutes with family, to feel that familiar warmth of glowing cheeriness. but you never speak of it. NEVER. you become a stone. we finally ate and went to the gym. i ran 7 miles that day (i never run that far), and played xbox to kill the time. the rest of my co-workers were watching movies at the clinic trying to forget that they wanted to be somewhere else. i ended up buying 2 near beers, and a bottle of nyquil. i got desert drunk, and passed out around 8-9pm.

i just wanted the day to be over.

so…..all i ask….is that you keep all this in mind as you eat good food, in a nice home, surrounded by people you love and care about. please don’t gloss over the sacrifice of MANY men and women who are (as you read this) in the shit that i just described. please.

and you know what….even on that Thanksgiving, i WAS thankful. thankful i wasn’t getting shot at, and that i did have people back home who care for and love me.  i’ll repost this at Christmas time.

and, for the record, my nephew is in afghanistan as we speak. obviously, i can’t disclose the FOB he’s at. but i had a LOOOOONG talk with him before he shipped out.

walking to the gym
my corner POS room in the desert. at least the shower trailer was close.
daddy’s office
even in the desert i WILL find a way to cook. making BBQ chicken for my guys, and enjoying a Cuban.
billy. one of the room-mate’s in Kuwait. kid’s a psycho, i’d NEVER want fight him.
chris. the other room mate. he’s aaaaah, “special”. lol. good kid though. he just got back from afghanistan. he called me, “uncle Eddie.” lol.
just so you know, there’s ALWAYS sand in your hooch. ALWAYS. my corner of heaven in the Kuwaiti Desert.
missile struck Kuwaiti bunker. they kept it as is to show what the Iraqi’s are were capable of.

The Rambling of a 38 yo Asshat

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately: About my upcoming retirement. About my hunting camp. About my relationship status. 

Throughout most of my life I feel I’ve been a decade behind. Most of my thirties I’ve like I was in my twenties, my twenties; well, I was a fucking mess. As I head into the soon coming 40’s, my experience with the blogsphere and the PUA/MRA has left me to thinking a lot about my future. I think I’ve always been sort of a minimalist. When I stumbled upon Dirt Cheap Survival Retreat  it just gave me the deepest feeling of tranquility and clarity that I’ve ever felt as I pondered my upcoming retirement. Interestingly enough my Phsyciatrist/Psychologist told me it’s pretty common for most war Vet’s or military guys with PTSD to find comfort in retreating to the woods. So….you know, there’s always that.   

As is, I live in a 1900sqft 3 bedroom, 2 bath home in a cushy suburban neighborhood. Since joining the Navy I’ve always rented a home or had an apartment. Since becoming a homeowner, I’ve come to the realization that besides my kitchen, I utilize 10% of the 1900sqft I’m paying for. Most of the shit I’ve “accumulated” over the years is essentially worthless to me (except for the books). My mother told me, “it’s an investment” and in a sense I guess she’s right. After all, she is taking over the mortgage, refinancing it, and plans on renting it out to military families.

Most evenings you’ll find me sitting against my $2400 leather sofa, watching history channel on a 46” Sony, with an English Staffordshire Terrier at my lap. And you know what- I couldn’t be happier. The only regret I have is that I’ve FINALLY realized just how worthless all my “nice shit” really is to me; but is that really a bad thing? I’ve never been married, never fathered a child, and as I sit in my home….alone; I feel complete tranquility. I have to wonder if I’m an anomaly, or a trend? While I wouldn’t MIND being in a relationship, I don’t really feel like I NEED to have one. I mean, I like women…I ADORE women. But I have to honest in my feeling a relationship becomes less and less of a priority. Is age a factor? Has being exposed to the blogs and ingesting the red-pill forged my state of mind?

I’m probably going to get in trouble for this, but fuck it.

There’s a woman I’m interested in. Well I recently made a comment on twitter that (and I don’t blame her) that she’s called me out on. And I’m torn. In one sense, I like the girl…..I really do. But at the same time, if she told me she never wanted to speak to me again: I’d have ZERO problems with it. But, what may be my indifference stems from the fact that I rarely hear from her, and does it really take a tweet about me suggesting to fellow guy blogger I could sleep with a woman that told me she’s engaged to garner some attention from her? And all this despite EVERYTHING I’ve done for her. I don’t think ill of her, no. She’s actually an amazing woman, with a bright future, and a personality I find particularly endearing. But let’s face it, i was shit tested. 

But at the same time, I keep feeling the burning feeling of my being best off alone. I read God’s Lonely Man last night. Then read it again. Then thought about my possibly homesteading, about WANTING to homestead. After living as a homeowner the last few years, I really feel as though I’d be much better off with the travel trailer of a few acres in S. La. In regards to girl, is that fair to HER? Oh don’t worry about her; she’s young, VERY pretty, and on her way to graduate school soon. Trust me, girls gonna be just fine.

When my family stayed with me during hurricane Isaac my mom noticed all the books I’ve been reading on raising crops and animals, homesteading, solar power (seriously- I have about 8-9 books dedicated to this shit) and she looked at me and said, “You’re serious about this?” It was then that she knew her son was NOT just having a flight of fancy. This wasn’t some random passing thought. My recent post “The Woe of Women” generated more comments and traffic than ANYTHING I’ve ever “published”.  Between the PTSD, the depression that comes with it, understanding of the current state of the SMP, trust me; a travel trailer on 2-5 acres seems like paradise.

I have to wonder if my indifference in relationships (and trust me, I’ve TOLD people I won’t end up in a relationship until after I retire) comes from the reality of the SMP, or my getting older? I certainly have no issues with socializing with women (hell, you’ve read the posts) and the bloggers I know IRL can validate that.  But for as long as I can remember, if I wasn’t in relationship…..I was alone. I LIKE being alone. I actually thrive in isolation. I’ve written about it NUMEROUS times before starting the blog, or knowing about the blogsphere. Back in Japan, I took leave for two weeks and realized after 5 days I hadn’t spoken to another human being. Another 4 days passed before I DID interact with another person (in Japanese mind you). And even then, all I did was respond to a typical Japanese greeting with, “O genki desu ka?” (how are you?). I remember telling Beth when we first started that there might be times I just want to be alone and for her to not take it personally; I just need “Danny Time”. Of course, that NEVER happened. Lol.

As I sit in my HUGE house, watching hunting shows, and general non-MSM programs, with Brody sitting next to me; I don’t feel as though I’m missing out on anything. I’ve even quit going to the local. I’m simply finding more and more solace in my own company. Not really a bad thing, right. Though I’m sure my mother frowns upon her possible impending non-fatherhood, monastic as shit son. Lol.

This isn’t some MGTOW diatribe. I’m not shaking my fist at feminists. I can’t pontificate game with the eloquence of Badger, Mentu, TPM, or any of the heavy hitters on the scene. While I feel privileged to call more than one of the bloggers that are MUCH better at this shit than myself friend, I could nuke the site now and never look back.

But I do find a strange satisfaction when I get the occasional email from a reader thanking me for my advice or that they really appreciate some Douche-hat nothing like me and this joke of a “manospehere” blog.

I have NO IDEA what’s going to go down between me and girl. But something tells me, if she’s as smart as I think she is, she’ll choose another. You see, I’ve been through this before. Maybe I was naïve to think this woman knows me well enough to realize I wouldn’t fuck an engaged stripper. Even if I COULD. Even though, I’M SINGLE, and she’s acknowledged we AREN’T a couple….is pretty troublesome. This could prove to be all the validation I need to just throw in the towel all together and enjoy my days of sleeping late and taking Brody for a run.  No matter what happens though, you’ll never hear me say a bad thing about her. EVER.  And that’s another thing I try and emphasize to guys. Of course that’s when that attitude is plausible. Lol. If she sets your shit on fire, yeah….shame away.

If you’re never read “God’s Lonely Man”, you should. I LOVE Thomas Wolfe. here’s a brief excerpt-

“He knows dark time is flowing by him like a river. The huge, dark wall of loneliness is around him now. It encloses and presses upon him, and he cannot escape. And the cancerous plant of memory is feeding at his entrails, recalling hundreds of forgotten faces and ten thousand vanished days, until all life seems as strange and insubstantial as a dream. Time flows by him like a river, and he waits in his little room like a creature held captive by an evil spell. And he will hear, far off, the murmurous drone of the great earth, and feel that he has been forgotten, that his powers are wasting from him while the river flows, and that his life has come to nothing. He feels that his strength is gone, his power withered, while he sits there drugged and fettered in the prison of his loneliness.

Then suddenly, one day, for no apparent reason, his faith and his belief in life with come back to him in a tidal flood. It will rise up in him with a jubilant and invincible power, bursting a window in the world’s great wall and restoring everything to shapes of deathless brightness. Made miraculously whole and secure himself, he will plunge once more into the triumphant labor of creation. All his old strength is his again: he knows what he knows, he is what he is, and he has found what he has found. And he will say the truth that is in him, speak it even though the whole world deny it, and affirm it though a million men cry out that it is false.

At such a moment of triumphant confidence, with this feeling in me, I dare now assert that I have known Loneliness as well as any man, and will now write of him as if he were my very brother, which he is. I will paint him for you with such fidelity to his true figure that no man who reads will ever doubt his visage when Loneliness comes to him hereafter.”

He then goes on to site the Book of Job as being the best resource on human lonliness. I don’t find sadness in loneliness, in a sense….i find peace in it.

Sorry about this post. This is what happens when you post openly and you’re stuck at a desk for 12 hours. Enjoy the rest of your day. Nothing to see here. Lol.

see. told you. mom saw this an KNEW i was serious. as an INTJ, when a subject captures my attention, i MUST learn everything about i can.


Merry Christmas but…….

i hope everyone has a great Chrristmas, eats plenty of good food, visits with loved ones, and most importantly…..WATCH SOME FOOTBALL!!!!!! what’s not to like about Christmas, being a New Orleans native ANY holiday that revolves around food is win-sauce for me. i”ll be at the Honey-Comb Hideout for the Day and will either spend the day hunting for turkeys or surfing (depends on the weather…..TBH, i don’t feel like dealing with locals if i go surfing).  after that Lord Dark Scorpion will rain his wrath upon Skyrim.  today was a work day (fuck you Navy).

 

but you know what….holidays just don’t register with me. seriously, i’ve spent VERY few christmas’ or thanksgivings’ with family since joining the Navy. i typically volunteer to work on said days to allow families to spend the holiday together. but whatev’s…. more importantly…..

i REALLY hope each and every one of you reading this realizes there are tens of thousands of military servicemen sitting in the Desert, waiting in line for an hour to use a phone to call family or computer to videoconference, suffering shitty (hell….IF you have internet signal) IM’ing, eating SHITTY turkey/dressing/gravy lunch or dinner, bored out their minds or restless as all hell because they miss the hell out of their family and miss being even relatively CLOSE to home.

when i was in Kuwait (camp Ali Al Salem…..a TINY desert Army base in the middle of NOWHERE) i woke up at 10am. checked email and myspace, got dressed and went to the DFAC (dining facility) and was served (by a bunch of Bengali civilians) dry turkey, crunchy dressing, and watery nearly tasteless gravy. i threw it away and ended up eating at the Asian place. i had spicy beef and garlic rice. i stared blankly at the plate for 10 minutes. i was with my room-mate and good friend Billy, a tough little hombre from idaho. i was treating him to lunch (he couldn’t really afford to pay). we didn’t say a word to each other. the place was dead silent (and relatively packed). no one needed to speak, we all felt the same way. just 5 minutes with family, to feel that familiar warmth of glowing cheeriness. but you never speak of it. NEVER. you become a stone. we finally ate and went to the gym. i ran 7 miles that day (i never run that far), and played xbox to kill the time. the rest of my co-workers were watching movies at the clinic trying to forget that they wanted to be somewhere else. i ended up buying 2 near beers, and a bottle of nyquil. i got desert drunk, and passed out around 8-9pm.

i just wanted the day to be over.

so…..all i ask….is that you keep all this in mind as you eat good food, in a nice home, surrounded by people you love and care about. please don’t gloss over the sacrifice of MANY men and women who are (as you read this) in the shit that i just described. please.

and you know what….even on that Christmas, i WAS thankful. thankful i wasn’t getting shot at, and that i did have people back home who care for and love me.  stay up and Merry Christmas.

walking to the gym

my corner POS room in the desert. at least the shower trailer was close.

daddy’s office

even in the desert i WILL find a way to cook. making BBQ chicken for my guys, and enjoying a Cuban.

billy. one of the room-mate’s in Kuwait. kid’s a psycho, i’d NEVER want fight him.

chris. the other room mate. he’s aaaaah, “special”. lol. good kid though. he just got back from afghanistan. he called me, “uncle Eddie.” lol.

just so you know, there’s ALWAYS sand in your hooch. ALWAYS. my corner of heaven in the Kuwaiti Desert.

    missile struck Kuwaiti bunker. they kept it as is to show what the Iraqi’s are were capable of.

 

 


Happy Thanksgiving, BUT……

i hope everyone has a great Holiday, eats plenty of good food, visits with loved ones, and most importantly…..WATCH SOME FOOTBALL!!!!!! what’s not to like about Thanksgiving, being a New Orleans native ANY holiday that revolves around food is win-sauce for me. i”ll be at the Honey-Comb Hideout for the Day and will either spend the day hunting for turkeys or surfing (depends on the weather…..TBH, i don’t feel like dealing with locals if i go surfing).  after that Lord Dark Scorpion will rain his wrath upon Skyrim.  friday is a work day (fuck you Navy).

but you know what….holidays just don’t register with me. seriously, i’ve spent VERY few christmas’ or thanksgivings’ with family since joining the Navy. i typically volunteer to work on said days to allow families to spend the holiday together. but whatev’s…. more importantly…..

i REALLY hope each and every one of you reading this realizes there are tens of thousands of military servicemen sitting in the Desert, waiting in line for an hour to use a phone to call family or computer to videoconference, suffering shitty (hell….IF you have internet signal) IM’ing, eating SHITTY turkey/dressing/gravy lunch or dinner, bored out their minds or restless as all hell because they miss the hell out of their family and miss being even relatively CLOSE to home.

when i was in Kuwait (camp Ali Al Salem…..a TINY desert Army base in the middle of NOWHERE) i woke up at 10am. checked email and myspace, got dressed and went to the DFAC (dining facility) and was served (by a bunch of Bengali civilians) dry turkey, crunchy dressing, and watery nearly tasteless gravy. i threw it away and ended up eating at the Asian place. i had spicy beef and garlic rice. i stared blankly at the plate for 10 minutes. i was with my room-mate and good friend Billy, a tough little hombre from idaho. i was treating him to lunch (he couldn’t really afford to pay). we didn’t say a word to each other. the place was dead silent (and relatively packed). no one needed to speak, we all felt the same way. just 5 minutes with family, to feel that familiar warmth of glowing cheeriness. but you never speak of it. NEVER. you become a stone. we finally ate and went to the gym. i ran 7 miles that day (i never run that far), and played xbox to kill the time. the rest of my co-workers were watching movies at the clinic trying to forget that they wanted to be somewhere else. i ended up buying 2 near beers, and a bottle of nyquil. i got desert drunk, and passed out around 8-9pm.

i just wanted the day to be over.

so…..all i ask….is that you keep all this in mind as you eat good food, in a nice home, surrounded by people you love and care about. please don’t gloss over the sacrifice of MANY men and women who are (as you read this) in the shit that i just described. please.

and you know what….even on that Thanksgiving, i WAS thankful. thankful i wasn’t getting shot at, and that i did have people back home who care for and love me.  i’ll repost this at Christmas time.

walking to the gym

my corner POS room in the desert. at least the shower trailer was close.

daddy's office

even in the desert i WILL find a way to cook. making BBQ chicken for my guys, and enjoying a Cuban.

billy. one of the room-mate's in Kuwait. kid's a psycho, i'd NEVER want fight him.

chris. the other room mate. he's aaaaah, "special". lol. good kid though. he just got back from afghanistan. he called me, "uncle Eddie." lol.

just so you know, there's ALWAYS sand in your hooch. ALWAYS. my corner of heaven in the Kuwaiti Desert.

missile struck Kuwaiti bunker. they kept it as is to show what the Iraqi's are were capable of.