See It Through to the End
Ok, I posted this on my Myspace account, and well... it's rather... angry. I just keep getting called and sent mail about this shit. Read the recruitment letter, and then my bitching will be more... clear?
Left, Right, And All Around.
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I think it's rather foolish to assume someone wants to fight somebody else's war. Foolish to assume somebody wants you to send them multiple recruitment letters, a bunch of fucking phone calls, and invade your school from time to time with their bullshit rhetoric. "Who you will become will be better than who you were." Oh, is that so? So, let's say I enter the military service. I mop floors. Oh yeah, I'm such a better person now. I begin their weightlifting/exercising routine. Oh, wait, my dad was in the Air Force for four years and got in worse shape by being in it. That speaks a lot to me. All these commercials say that "I" can become something great. They imply that the power of "me" can rise from "nothing" and pilot a fucking ship all on my own. I can become "great". Well, for every success, there's a countless amount of failures. Fuck that. I don't want to command your death machine anyways. There is no reward for murder, there is no cash bonus. And while we're on the topic of death, they think that after you kill someone you'll be something better than you once were before you *murdered* someone? That's what it is. Not neutralizing. Not eliminating. Not killing, not fighting. Murder. Slaughtering, in this case. With a bunch of other shaved-headed freaks out of the mold. FUCK YOU. Aren't I turning into an EMO kid? You think I want to dedicate YEARS of my life to your shitty organization, when I could spend it actually in college and really getting an education, not dicking around on some stupid naval ship out in the middle of nowhere while wearing a stupid ass little white cap? I'd make more money, better use of my time, more fun and self-improvement through living. Actually living my life. That's how shit gets done. Not signing a contract and being dragged into the shithole that is the government. Wait... what's that? I hear a little voice. And it says, "FUCK YOU!" I will not be shoved around by some stupid drill sergeant that is even shorter than I am. By some over-confident dipshit who can't remember the last time he went to his bunk with a clean pair of underpants on. Fight for your country? Fight for America? No, I don't think so. There are lots of ways to serve that ideal. To help it. Like live. Do your own thing. Speak, instead of murder. Not all problems can be solved by conversing, but a ridiculous amount can. Almost anyone would do anything to avoid a fight. I'm unpatriotic because one of my senior pictures is going to be me running with a burning flag as a cape. I'm unpatriotic because I say no to the war. I'm unpatriotic because I say no to patriotism in general. I'm unpatriotic because I talk shit to those stupid hicks in school who think that "faggots", "niggers," and anyone else not like them should get out of the country. Or die, either one. You want someone angry? You want someone who has a lot of anger to vent? A lot of distress to get rid of? Yeah, you want me to fight. I know you do. But I won't do it. I wouldn't save "America" and fight for the feuds of a few selfish, aging bastards. I see someone about to hurt someone in my life? I'll step right in the way. I see someone drowning? I'll go and jump in the water. I see some girl getting pushed around by some guys? I'll kick their asses. Or get fail while trying. I see a military recruiter? I spit on their boots. Because I am already fighting my own little war. I don't have time for your shit. Fuck off, Bush. Fuck off, America.
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Gee, now I want to go dancing. I may not be the best dancer out there, but I feel the urge to shake it. With lots, and lots, and lots, of "niggers," "jews," "spics," "faggots," "arabs," and "emo kids". Because that is what I'm all about; living life to the fullest and treating everyone right.
-Remmy
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It's been a while since I've had that much unbridled anger.
I needs me a hat.
-R
Left, Right, And All Around.
http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/896/fuckingstupidarmy21kj.jpg
I think it's rather foolish to assume someone wants to fight somebody else's war. Foolish to assume somebody wants you to send them multiple recruitment letters, a bunch of fucking phone calls, and invade your school from time to time with their bullshit rhetoric. "Who you will become will be better than who you were." Oh, is that so? So, let's say I enter the military service. I mop floors. Oh yeah, I'm such a better person now. I begin their weightlifting/exercising routine. Oh, wait, my dad was in the Air Force for four years and got in worse shape by being in it. That speaks a lot to me. All these commercials say that "I" can become something great. They imply that the power of "me" can rise from "nothing" and pilot a fucking ship all on my own. I can become "great". Well, for every success, there's a countless amount of failures. Fuck that. I don't want to command your death machine anyways. There is no reward for murder, there is no cash bonus. And while we're on the topic of death, they think that after you kill someone you'll be something better than you once were before you *murdered* someone? That's what it is. Not neutralizing. Not eliminating. Not killing, not fighting. Murder. Slaughtering, in this case. With a bunch of other shaved-headed freaks out of the mold. FUCK YOU. Aren't I turning into an EMO kid? You think I want to dedicate YEARS of my life to your shitty organization, when I could spend it actually in college and really getting an education, not dicking around on some stupid naval ship out in the middle of nowhere while wearing a stupid ass little white cap? I'd make more money, better use of my time, more fun and self-improvement through living. Actually living my life. That's how shit gets done. Not signing a contract and being dragged into the shithole that is the government. Wait... what's that? I hear a little voice. And it says, "FUCK YOU!" I will not be shoved around by some stupid drill sergeant that is even shorter than I am. By some over-confident dipshit who can't remember the last time he went to his bunk with a clean pair of underpants on. Fight for your country? Fight for America? No, I don't think so. There are lots of ways to serve that ideal. To help it. Like live. Do your own thing. Speak, instead of murder. Not all problems can be solved by conversing, but a ridiculous amount can. Almost anyone would do anything to avoid a fight. I'm unpatriotic because one of my senior pictures is going to be me running with a burning flag as a cape. I'm unpatriotic because I say no to the war. I'm unpatriotic because I say no to patriotism in general. I'm unpatriotic because I talk shit to those stupid hicks in school who think that "faggots", "niggers," and anyone else not like them should get out of the country. Or die, either one. You want someone angry? You want someone who has a lot of anger to vent? A lot of distress to get rid of? Yeah, you want me to fight. I know you do. But I won't do it. I wouldn't save "America" and fight for the feuds of a few selfish, aging bastards. I see someone about to hurt someone in my life? I'll step right in the way. I see someone drowning? I'll go and jump in the water. I see some girl getting pushed around by some guys? I'll kick their asses. Or get fail while trying. I see a military recruiter? I spit on their boots. Because I am already fighting my own little war. I don't have time for your shit. Fuck off, Bush. Fuck off, America.
http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/5125/fuckingstupidarmyburn22wd.jpg
Gee, now I want to go dancing. I may not be the best dancer out there, but I feel the urge to shake it. With lots, and lots, and lots, of "niggers," "jews," "spics," "faggots," "arabs," and "emo kids". Because that is what I'm all about; living life to the fullest and treating everyone right.
-Remmy
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It's been a while since I've had that much unbridled anger.
I needs me a hat.
-R