I hear the same old convoluted drivel from America hating progressives who hate the military and the anarcho-peacenik libertarian followers of Lew Rockwell and Alex Jones...I get it, we all get it...you hate the military, think America is an evil imperial power, and you really like to stress that the American troops fighting and dying for our country are misled pawns of the elite. As if they can't think for themselves. They are fighting for oil. They are baby killers and rapists. Yep.
Well screw you all. American troops, across every branch, have the guts you never had. They made the decision you never could. They made the sacrifice you never will. They deserve the respect you will never give them. Well, that's ok. Because while you sit in your childhood bedroom whose walls are plastered with Obama 08 or Ron Paul 2012 posters and permeating with the smoke from your little rolled up spliff while you dutifully type your bastardized conniptions and impulsive accusations directed at American fighting men and women, there are troops out there in the world, many much younger than you, sleeping in mud and dirt, covered in sweat and blood, doing their duty and missing their loved ones. You see your family every day. They don't. You run to the nearest Taco Bell every night at 2am every time you get the munchies from too much weed (shhh! don't let Mom know you took her car keys...). They get 2 MREs a day, if they're lucky. You piss your preppy little pants you got from Abercrombie and Fitch if you hear a small firecracker go off. They hear and feel the concussions of heavy artillery and mortar fire every day...and it's directed at them. You whine if your internet connection goes out for five minutes. They are happy to get a hand written letter that took 3 weeks to arrive.
The troops are everything you whiny little children aren't. You couldn't even imagine what they experience. What have you done? Covered your little Toyota Tercel in peace and love stickers? Well done. Would you ever be willing to actually fight to preserve that peace? Probably not. The day that you actually had to fight to defend freedom and peace, you would hide in the back room of the nearest Obama campaign office. But, hey, you put a sticker on your car. Good job. You deserve a gold star.
Just keep doing what you're doing you little, spineless, ball-less, tubs of intellectual lard. Diss the troops. Call them baby killers. Say how awful America is. "Yeah! American troops are stupid pawns of the elite! Yeah Alex Jones said so!"
Just remember...all you can do is talk and complain. They are actually doing something.
Well screw you all. American troops, across every branch, have the guts you never had. They made the decision you never could. They made the sacrifice you never will. They deserve the respect you will never give them. Well, that's ok. Because while you sit in your childhood bedroom whose walls are plastered with Obama 08 or Ron Paul 2012 posters and permeating with the smoke from your little rolled up spliff while you dutifully type your bastardized conniptions and impulsive accusations directed at American fighting men and women, there are troops out there in the world, many much younger than you, sleeping in mud and dirt, covered in sweat and blood, doing their duty and missing their loved ones. You see your family every day. They don't. You run to the nearest Taco Bell every night at 2am every time you get the munchies from too much weed (shhh! don't let Mom know you took her car keys...). They get 2 MREs a day, if they're lucky. You piss your preppy little pants you got from Abercrombie and Fitch if you hear a small firecracker go off. They hear and feel the concussions of heavy artillery and mortar fire every day...and it's directed at them. You whine if your internet connection goes out for five minutes. They are happy to get a hand written letter that took 3 weeks to arrive.
The troops are everything you whiny little children aren't. You couldn't even imagine what they experience. What have you done? Covered your little Toyota Tercel in peace and love stickers? Well done. Would you ever be willing to actually fight to preserve that peace? Probably not. The day that you actually had to fight to defend freedom and peace, you would hide in the back room of the nearest Obama campaign office. But, hey, you put a sticker on your car. Good job. You deserve a gold star.
Just keep doing what you're doing you little, spineless, ball-less, tubs of intellectual lard. Diss the troops. Call them baby killers. Say how awful America is. "Yeah! American troops are stupid pawns of the elite! Yeah Alex Jones said so!"
Just remember...all you can do is talk and complain. They are actually doing something.
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