I grew up as your average LULZ Nice Guy, Mangina, White Knight Faggot. Didn't score a whole lot of tail in high school. Watched the girls go for scumbags every. fucking. time. Graduated and joined the military.
I scored high on the ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery, if I remember the name correctly). Hell, I've scored high on damn near every standardized test I've ever taken. Even though you can't always tell when I speak, I'm quite intelligent. I just learned a long time ago to dumb myself down when speaking to people who aren't on my level. Someday I'll have to share my experiences with the femcentric, man-destroying public
Back to the story.
I could have had any enlisted job I wanted in the military (only enlisted because I wasn't a college graduate, and we all know that college graduates make the best officers. *rolleyes*). Yes, I scored that high on the ASVAB. The National Guard recruiter was trying like mad to get me to join the Guard, talking about college money and all kinds of technical training and whatnot. I let him run his gib because, well, he kept bothering me during the period that I was a library aide, and I wanted to bang his daughter, who was usually in the library at the time. And as soon as I turned 18, I joined the Marine Corps and picked 0300 for my MOS. For those of you who don't know, 0300 is INFANTRY. I wanted to be a grunt. I have a misguided sense of adventure, and at the time I was so sick of school that I still consider it a small miracle that I graduated. There was no way in hell I was going to college right after high school, and really I just wanted to travel, drink, fuck, blow shit up, and kill people. Not necessarily in that order. The Navy went so far as to sent me propaganda about joining their Nuclear Propulsion program, with an $80,000 signing bonus and automatic promotion to E-5. Of course, they sent it AFTER I'd been in Marine Corps boot camp for a month or so....Fucking Navy. Always a day late. I really wanted to be a Marine, but $80k is a lot of fucking money, and I could have joined the Corps afterwards.
So I swore that oath to 'defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic'. And decided that I'd better know what the fuck I just pledged to protect with my life.
[It is at this point that I'm going to digress for just a brief moment, and say that either there are numerous red pills out there, or there are varying degrees of red pill.If you're reading this, you most likely have taken the red pill in regards to the Gender War, relations between the sexes, how fucking EVIL feminism is, whatever term you want to use. Even though I had some inkling that something wasn't right (Neo prior to meeting Morpheus), I didn't discover that part of the Matrix until early 2013, whereas I was aware of the .gov destruction of liberty and institution of tyranny part back in 1998 or so. Now I can say that, being fully aware of both, the former is much harder to accept. Hell, the lie that is the blue pill was the only thing that I really had to look forward to when I (partially, I now realize) unplugged from the Matrix. Yeah, my .gov was evil as fuck, and the UN was trying to squash freedom for the whole planet, but I had a good woman (LMMFAO now at THAT thought) at my side, and fuck it, some things are worth dying to protect. If you haven't before, I encourage you to look into the roots of the patriot/militia movement in the USA. Don't believe the lamestream media bullshit about them being a bunch of whackjobs and Nazis, do your own research like I did. Hell, maybe meet a few of them. Realize ahead of time that there are whackjobs and Nazis in damn near any group you care to think of, and THINK and conduct yourself accordingly. OK, enough of this. Back to the topic at hand.]
Over the next few years, I realized that the only way I could honor my oath would have been to invade Washington, District of Corruption, and remove every crooked, fat bastard politico and bureaucrat in the place. Best bet would be to just follow the advice offered in the movie Aliens: "Nuke the site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."
I saw the USS Cole get blown up, and America did nothing. I saw the embassies in Kenya and Tanzania get blown up, and America sent basically a reinforced platoon of Marines to provide security for the interim embassy. Attacks on our people and interests, and our .gov did NOTHING. The only time we did much of anything was when Bill Clinton wanted to distract people from the wanderings of his dick. A multimillion-dollar cruise missile was launched at an aspirin factory, and a janitor was killed. Holy whatthefuck Batman. This on top of selling missile technology to China, the Clinton Body Count (look that up sometime), and the various scandals that showed just how low the standards of the American people have gotten when it comes to leaders.
And George Bush was no better. Right after he took office, the Chinese stole one of our Navy aircraft and held the crew hostage while they dismantled the plane, downloaded every bit of information in the computers onboard, and probably stole at least a few tech secrets. And what did we do? Our wonderful President grovelled to the Red Chinese to pretty please give our airplane back...oh yeah and if you wouldn't mind, can we have the crew, too?
So when the planes slammed into the World Trade Center and Pentagon, I figured we were just going to pussyfoot around with the scumbags that did it, get some of our own people killed, and have nothing to show for it except a lot of fat bastards in Washington, as well as their puppetmasters, gaining a few million more dollars in their bank accounts. And I'd be gods-damned if I was going to get MY ass shot or blown up so some fat fuck could buy another private jet this year.
Even though my enlistment expired, my oath hadn't, as far as I was concerned. There was nothing on my DD-214 (discharge papers, for my lifelong civilian friends and my friends overseas) saying that I was released from the oath I took. And even though the government was corrupt as all holy fuck, I thought that the ideas represented by the US Constitution and Bill of Rights, and yes, even the people of this country, were worth defending, even against 'my' own government. Even at the cost of my life. Yes, I was a fucking naive fool. Go ahead and say it. I know you're thinking it. I can admit to it.
Years later I would pass on a lot of the skills I had learned in the military to men who would later become very close friends of mine, by becoming a part of and then training several militias in the state I was living in. I'm not an egotistical fuck by any means, so please realize that I'm not tooting my own horn when I say that I was directly responsible for the training and improvement of most of the (public) militias in Ohio. I went from just kind of offering suggestions to a couple of guys in one group, to basically taking over the training for that group, to running my own group within another organization, to planning and executing the training of what we considered the most crucial skills for new members for that ENTIRE, state-wide organization. At one point, I was teaching patrolling skills to something like 65 people in one class.
I was dedicated. A lot of my off time from work (not to mention my pay) was devoted to coming up with training topics and schedules, improving my own skills so that I could teach others, finding training areas, meeting with potential members, you name it.
I should probably mention that there are a lot of conspiracy theorists out there, believing everything from reptoids and Rockafeller takeovers to CIA mind control beams and such. While I get a kick out of that stuff (it's amusing what some people believe), and I like a GOOD conspiracy theory, I don't buy into that junk. By GOOD conspiracy theory I mean one that is plausible, indeed even quite possible. Some of the Kennedy Assassination conspiracy theories fall into this category. Yes, Oswald COULD have pulled it off on his own. And there COULD have been numerous shooters, Oswald being one of them. Oswald COULD have had absolutely nothing to do with it. It's amusing and fun to think about, but at the end of the day there's nothing I or anyone else can really do about it at this point. But I still like the fact that both the official explanation and some of the 'alternate' explanations are both equally plausible. Reptoids, or Martian plots to control the world's ice cream supply? Meh, not so much.
When my marriage went to shit, I became inactive for various reasons. Mostly it had to do with motivation. I'm not ashamed to admit that there were a lot of days, entire weekends even, that the only time I left the house was to go to the store to buy soda and frozen pizzas for lunch and dinner. Other than that I either fucked off online (message boards, Facebook, porn), watched NCIS or cartoons, or played video games. I think I played Battlefield: Bad Company 2 for about 18 hours straight one day. I kept having to recharge my controllers and microphone.
Even though I wasn't actively training anymore, my views hadn't changed. And I was still helping out with training ideas and such. I figured I'd get back into it at some point. Even after moving across the country, I thought I'd go back to a militia group someday. My girlfriend at the time seemed OK with it, so again my stupidretardedass thought "I've got a good woman at my side".
Then came my TRUE awakening. My ACTUAL unplugging from the Matrix. I was a Coppertop no more.
And boy oh boy did my attitude change. I realized what a naive fucking TOOL I was back then. I realized that there is truly NOTHING in this society that's worth me risking my health, indeed my very LIFE, to protect. It's completely fucking rotten. And since I'm male, I'm viewed as nothing more than a walking ATM, workhorse, and expendable asset by the .gov, feminazis, and women in general. They only give a fuck about me when they need someone to blame all the ills of the world on or extort cash and/or resources from, or when they need someone to protect them from their own bad decisions or the fallout from their actions, lift something heavy, open a jar, or just be a fucking worthless faggotass White Knight.
FUCK. THAT. FUCKING. BULLSHIT.
So congratulations, you fucking scumpouch pieces of shit.
Modern women, feminists, manginas, and white knight faggots accomplished what the UN, tyrants, and all the various conspiracy theory bad guys couldn't: they took the fight out of me.
As Captain Capitalism suggests, I'm just trying to Enjoy the Decline. There's nothing about New Rome that's worth risking my life for, so I won't. When it all comes crashing to the ground, on fire, I won't be one of those chuckleheads out there getting my ass shot off trying to save an idea, or protecting deh wimminz from what they have earned.
There's a saying, "Ignorance is bliss". In some ways, I agree. It may not actually be bliss, but it certainly is easy. It's easy to go through life not realizing just how fucked up and corrupt the .gov is, how they're trying to strip us of our rights and turn us all into slaves, how various organizations such as the UN are working toward the same goal but on a global, rather than national, level. It's easy to think that there is that One Woman out there, who will be a loving, faithful wife, bear your children, be your companion until one of you is lowered into the ground.
It's easy, because all you have to do is NOT open your eyes to reality. It's easy, but it's a lie. Or maybe a series of lies would be more accurate. Big fucking lies.I was going to write a bit in here about how Hitler accused the Jews of using the Big Lie because the average person will tell small lies, but not great big ones, and thus find it easier to accept a Big Lie as the truth. But I'm having a hell of a time finding a way to tie it in to this paragraph. Mostly because I'm thinking about the Chinese food restaurant a couple blocks away, and wondering if they have a dinner buffet, since I would prefer to get a small amount of a bunch of different dishes, or I have to order just one dish, which then makes me wonder if I might just end up nuking a can of soup and having that for dinner tonight. None of which is relevant.
Is it even appropriate to congratulate those scumpouch pieces of shit? After all, I doubt they were ACTIVELY trying to get me to just say fuck it. They would prefer that I remain a faithful little Coppertop, slaving away to enrich some ungrateful woman, donning the armor of the white knight faggot to save the twats from their own bad decisions, sacrificing my life to keep the system going or just to keep some random twat from getting an ass-beating (which she almost assuredly DESERVES) from whatever thug piece of shit she's either getting knocked up by or has already been knocked up by. They would much rather I remain a cog in the machine. Every man that removes himself from the machine increases the rate of wear, and as we all know, things can only wear so much before they break down.
Then again, we congratulate people for all kinds of stupid things, like knocking a twat up or being a twat and GETTING knocked up, so maybe it is entirely appropriate to congratulate them for this. I don't know.
Since I'm being sarcastic about my congratulating them anyway, it doesn't matter one way or the other. And even if I wasn't being sarcastic, I don't give a fuck anymore what someone else considers appropriate. I have my own ideas regarding propriety, and they don't always jive with those of society (though to be fair, mine are
Perhaps this has given you some more insight into the cold, dark recesses of my mind. Maybe it just gave you a couple of chuckles, or a way to kill a few minutes that was slightly more entertaining than trying to lodge pencils in the ceiling above your cubicle. Either way, it was an idea that's been kicking around in my head for a day or two, and I'm trying to get better about adding posts here. I'm still working on getting together a list of some of the websites that've helped me unplug from the Matrix, just in case anyone reading this blog hasn't found some of them yet. So look for that in the near future.
Right now, I think there's some fried rice and sweet and sour chicken calling my name. Peace, brothers.