Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Damn Asian Women

I am not racist or sexist. I just like to say racist or sexist things because it is funny to see how people react to slurs. Usually when I chat with Poon Boy's female, Lucy Liu(not her real name, I just like to assign her a new asian alias all the time) she tends to say things that perpetuate Asian stereotypes and I just make note of them and poke fun at her. Several times I made fun of her for being a shitty driver due to her being a vagina and a gook.

Well karma bit the tip of dick again.

Yesterday I was running errands for my company's executive officer in a government vehicle that is assigned to my section. I was stopped at a red light when this Asian female soldier made a REALLY wide right turn onto the street I was on.....hitting and scraping the side of my truck. There was no major damage and no injuries thankfully. We called the MPs to file a police report. When they showed up, they asked me what happened and all I said, in a calm demeanor was, "That dumb gook bitch hit me." These fucktards decided to include that comment in the report. When it was being processed and sent up to my First Sergeant, I was called into his office. I had already explained to him what happened but apparantly, due to my comment, I had "exhibited signs of road rage." Now there is paperwork pending that may force me to take anger management classes, and I may be suspended from driving a government vehicle for some time. What the fuck.

So in light of yesterday's events, here is a joke and a video as a tribute to Asian female drivers.



Why don't women need a driver's license?
There is no road between the kitchen and the bedroom.







Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Cherry On Top

Some sergeants are so fucking stupid, they cannot understand simple, courteous protocol. If someone in the unit needs training equipment that I do not have in the office, I call a warehouse and get it from them. Usually I am given ample time or at least some warning that personnel will need training aids.

Then there are those that think just because they outrank me, by ONE rank, they can walk into my office like they own the damn place. Today was the day I finally snapped and broke my sacrifice for Lent and cussed like crazy. I was respectful at first and took his shit, but he then pushed me too far and I had to let him know that he is not my boss and will walk into my office demanding shit last minute.

What does this piece of shit do?
He tattles his whole office and next thing I know, Sergeant Major passes down orders to my First Sergeant. It was pretty much this whole list:

1. As soon as Sgt P leaves and does not need me as his driver, I am to transfer to the training room to be a fucking clerk, not temporarily like originally intended, but indefinitely.

2. As long as Sergeant Major is there, I will never be granted a promotable status.

3. My Ranger packet, which apparantly my XO prepared for me, and was supposed to be a surprise for my birthday, is now shredded trash.

4. Jumpmaster School packet? I will be lucky if I even get to jump and maintain my jump status and jump pay.

5. I am not allowed to go to Special Forces Assessment and Selection or Delta Force Assessment and Selection.

6. The only military schooling I am allowed to attend are those that are on post and necessary to perform my duties in the training room.


This pretty much affects my military career and goals. And since I cannot be granted a promotable status, let alone be promoted to sergeant, I cannot put in my application to be a counterintelligence agent. Therefore, I have no reason to be in the army anymore. This also affects my personal life. I will work ridiculous hours and be constantly typing, answering phonecalls, and driving around post; I can no longer take 10 minute breaks to call or even text my friends, and since most of my friends are back home in California, by the time they get out of class or have some free time to chat, I have to be in bed because I need to be at the office by 5:30am, which means I need to be awake at 4:45. Granted I will make time to chat with people who are worth talking to, but it will be a tad more difficult.

Military and life goals crushed? Yeah, pretty much. All because I was doing my job, following standard operating procedures and standing up to a pussy with sergeant rank on his chest.

Sorry to any of my friends that had to deal with my attitude today, but I no longer have pride in serving this country, since all it wants to do is shove its fist up my ass.

As if it was not bad enough, my new soldier seems to lack discipline and humility, so he will be suffering tomorrow when I smoke his stupid ass in the sand pit in front of other soldiers.




Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Suck It Boodro Land

I finally got my civilian driver's license. Piece of cake. These boodros are real stupid too. I did not study for the written test and only missed one question and that was because I added my own answer. It was relating to BAC for minors so I put

E: Not applicable; I don't drink.

The people at the DMV were laughing.


"Be like, 'Lemme watch u snatch that pearl from your snatch miss snatchums.' Then offer to pay for lunch and the deal is sealed."

-Poon Boy


Sometimes I wonder If Poon Boy ever asked a girl out like that. I would not put it past him.







Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Military Ball

I spent three weeks trying to find an excuse not to go, and up until the day before I was convinced I found a legitimate excuse, until my XO demanded I be there. I did not want to go because something told me it was going to be lame, and my instincts were right. It did suck. I went stag and up and by the end of the night, I was glad I did not have a date; everyone else's dates looked bored and depressed, probably since there was no dancing and all we did was sit, stand, toast, eat, and sit. My team leader decided to make it interesting by drinking heavily. Before the ceremony even began he had already slammed 14 shots of liquor and we had only been there for 90 minutes.

By the end of the night, he had consumed two bottles of liquor on his own, accused the XO of ogling another male officer, almost started several bar fights, and made fun of an officer's haircut.



I decided to make use of the ball and piss someone off and I found that opportunity when I saw a soldier that is always a constant source of annoyance. I also noticed he was paying more attention to his friends and the liquor than his date, so I took it upon myself to start a conversation with his date. By the time the ceremony and dinner began she was sitting at my table and he did not notice until the end of the night. She was a skank though and I was not looking for a hook up, so she was quite mad when I refused to let her go back to my room with me. Her date was also pissed that his wife was my date by the end of the night; I laughed as I saw them arguing in the parking lot when I left.



Today I went to the airport with my team leader to pick up a dog he bought from a breeder. Before that we went to eat at IHOP where we made quite a scene. A little boy next to us was being loud and his mother made no attempt to shut him up. My team leader whispers to the boy that if he does not shut up, he is going to have sex with his mom, marry her, and then beat some sense into the boy when he becomes his new dad. When the boy tells his mom what my team leader told him, she starts bitching at him. While she was distracted with cussing him out, I took the opportunity to eat all their food. When she realized this, she let her temper really explode. Some boodro at a nearby table tried to take her side and dared us to meet him in the parking lot. The manager at IHOP said our bill was free if we left immediately. This retard boodro decides to meet us in the parking lot with one of his buddies. They were huge so I flashed my knife, but that just made him pull a knife out of his truck. I am always well prepared so I pulled my telescoping nightstick out of the car. I waved it at them and they freaked and backed away. I used my nightstick to break all the lights on his truck and used my knife to slash his tires. Then I took a marker and wrote "Have a nice day boodro!" on his white truck. Then we jumped in my team leader's car and drove away. We hung around town awhile waiting to go to the airport to pick up the dog and passed several police cars so I doubt we are in any trouble. However, there is the possibility I may be arrested in the next few days, but it is unlikely considering they did not see the license plate on my team leader's car. Stupid boodros, now they know not to mess with me.





Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

FNG

We have a new soldier in our section. He's 17 and his gf is 19 so I call him Jailbait. He is also my new roommate.


While I was chilling on my side with no shirt one like usual:

Jailbait: Dude, for a small guy you're pretty buff.
Me: Don't check me out Jailbait.
Jailbait: No I wasn't checking you out! You just have pecs and abs and...
Me: Fag.
Jailbait: No dude, I didn't mean it like that I was just saying....
Me: Jailbait, do push ups.
Jailbait: Yes Specialist.
Me: Recover.......fag.
Jailbait: I hate you.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Your Friend of Misery

Today Trenches punished his worthless screw up of a soldier. It was necessary. As his Senior Advisor in TSF, I had to be present at some point. By the end of this punishment, his soldier was crying. Trenches actually felt bad that it reached that point, but I feel no remorse. Call me heartless, a dick, whatever makes you feel just.

I simply have no sympathy for people who have no ambition in life to better themselves or better the world. To me, failure is quitting, and those that fail have no place in society and are simply a greater burden on the rest of us. Life is hard, it is overcoming the obstacles that give it worth and meaning. I know too many people who have overcome every obstacle failures use as an excuse.

I have no shame in letting someone know that they are worthless. It is cruel, but it works. I give people rude awakenings that they need to get their lives on track, or at least make an attempt.

I am fair. Eventhough I may treat someone horribly, they still have a chance to earn my respect and may even be complimented for their success. Until then though, it would be best for their motivation to avoid me. I am a harvester of sorrows and I excel at it. Why do you think so many people hate me?

Just try.




Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

F*** You Al Sharpton!

Congratulations to Poon Boy and Ho Chi Minh!

Today is their one year.

They very well may break the TSF curse. Kudos to them.




Today we got a new private. Within ten minutes of being in the office, he was racially discriminated against and sexually harrassed more times than I can count.






Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Day Six

Today was an ultimate test.

This is what was supposed to happen.

9-11: Turn in equipment.

11-1:00: Lunch

1:00-4:30: Clean up supply room/pick up things at warehouse.

No cussing all day. Well I still did not cuss, but this is is what really happened.

9:oo: Show up at the office; Wegnuts who is supposed to assist me for the morning, is nowhere to be found.

9:15: Trying to inventory the equipment I need to turn. Specialist Honky bugs me for paperwork he needs to clear the unit and transfer to another post. I tell him to return with the right info. He tells me to count slow so he can return before I leave. I yell at him to get out of my office.

9:15-10:00: Phone rings 14 times, each time a different person calling, but all were from the same office asking for the same things.

9:45: Still conducting inventory. Wegnuts nowhere to be found. Spc Honky returns. He gives me attitude. I explode, but since I cannot cuss I end up banging my head against the wall really hard. Spc Honky gives me more attitude and tells me to "calm down big baby." I open my drawer full of knives and say, "Come here. Closer. I want you to pick the knife that I AM GOING TO STAB YOU IN THE NECK WITH!!!!!" as I pick up a knife and wave it at his face. He panics. He gives me his info needed for his paperwork....cautiously. Phone rings. Still holding the knife in my hand I punch my $500 monitor almost knocking it off my desk. I finish Spc Honky's paperwork and print it up. He asks me a stupid question. I take his paperwork and yell, "YOU SEE THIS! WHAT IS UNDER MY KNIFE!?!? IT'S THE PAPERWORK YOU NEED TO LEAVE THIS FORSAKEN STATE! AND IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF MY FACE I WILL USE IT WRAP YOUR HEAD AFTER I DECAPITATE YOU!!!!!!!!!" Spc Honky leaves terrified.

10:00: Wegnuts shows up and claims he knocked on my door at 9:15 but I "was not in yet." I yell and throw a padlock, my dip can, and my cell phone across the office.

10:00-10:30: By some miracle I finish my inventory and Wegnuts loads all the equipment in the truck. On our way to the turn in location for all aforementioned equipment, Wegnuts decides to text while driving. I tell him to stop and pay attention to the road. He says not to worry and "calm down." I tell him to pullover. We pullover. I yell gibberish and punch and dent the truck. We get back in the truck. Wegnuts turns off his phone.

11:00: We arrive at the turn in location, meet up with the civilians, and proceed to download ALL the equipment, some of which weighed more than 125 pounds. Once it is all laid out, the civilians then decide to point out that my team leader is the one who needs to sign it back to them; my team leader is in a meeting until noon. I send Wegnuts to lunch and stay with the equipment.

12:00: Team leader calls me and says he cannot make it up there because of other civilian pricks. He tells me to call Wegnuts and that we have no choice but to load EVERYTHING back up and take it tomorrow. I yell more gibberish in the air, take my soda and punt it 40 yards, and then from trying not to cuss, I accidently hold my breath and pass out for less than a minute; all of this in front of the civilians. One civilian happened to be cool enough to decide I can break the rules and sign it in temporarily as long as my team leader completes the paperwork the next day. I have Wegnuts come back and pick me up.

12:15-1:00: I skip lunch so I can load up other equipment to turn in at another location.

1:00: Spc Honky shows up trying to get more paperwork done. I pull out my knife. Team leader tells him to get out of our way because we are late or else he will run him over. Spc Honky calls his bluff. Team leader hits a him little with the truck. Spc Honky leaves.

1:30: First Sergeant calls my team leader and tells him to put it on speakerphone so I can hear too. He says we are doing great at our job, but we cannot threaten to stab people or run them over no matter how incompetent they are. Spc Honky tattled on us. Team leader is enraged. I pick up on his bad temper.

2:00: Spc Honky shows up to finish his paperwork. I see him and start punching walls and throw several office supplies around.

2:00-2:30: I receive more than 20 phonecalls, all from the same people that called me in the morning, all asking the same questions, the same questions which they asked earlier. I yell more gibberish, throw more office supplies around. Wegnuts shows up trying to rat sniff our supply room for cool gear. I threaten to make Wegnuts' heart explode by stabbing him with my atropine injector kit. Wegnuts looks at me funny and tells me to "calm down," right as the phone rings again. I pick up the phone and almost throw it at Wegnuts. Wegnuts disappears in an instant.

3:00: We go to the warehouse and pick up some supplies we ordered, including special order Gerber knives. I am calm.

4:00: I give some cool gear to some buddies from my old unit. I sham from returning to work by talking to Rojo. Chill day from then on.


People are trying to tempt me to cuss. Instead of cussing I act like an immature high school jock, I commit assault with a deadly weapon with intent to murder multiple times, and I almost have a brain aneurysm.


Maybe cussing is not so bad sometimes?




Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Mormon Girls

Everyone has that really innocent, naive friend. Mine just happens to also be Mormon; perpetuating the stereotype I know, but that just makes it funnier. After six years of friendship, she still falls for dirty jokes.

mrmngrl: oh my goodness i never told you about my new pet!
Me: Trouser snake?
mrmngrl: oh did i tell you?
mrmngrl: i dont know what kind of snake it is
Me: It must be a trouser snake
Me: You slut
mrmngrl: what!
mrmngrl: we are talking about snakes why are you calling me names?!
Me: Trouser snake = penis
mrmngrl: oh...eww!
mrmngrl: whats the matter with you?!
Me: Hahaha
Me: You're still so naive
mrmngrl: you and your sick mind!
Me: This is going on my blog lol
mrmngrl: no! don't you dare put me on there!




Have an airborne day,
565 Airborne, out.