So here I am....

...working towards my hopeful retirement, a long and arduous process thats earned me no amount of heartache and physical scarring, never mind the mental damage. And what do I have to show for it?
I spent almost two years in Iraq and then a tour of Guantanamo Bay Cuba, essentially reducing my resume to an untouchable "Been There Done That" of Third World Governmental Torture Chambers and "no I can't tell you what I was doing or then I'd have to kill you." experiences that exposed me to some of the most entertaining parts of the world and the realities of what "REAL LIFE" is all about. Fuck these insignificant insecure motherfucking assholes in the the States... fuck these mid level beurocrats and the fecal-sycophants that slavishly worship at their feet...

Yeah I'm fucking Grimm... Professor Grimm...

So essentially, I've become unemployable in the States. I tried like hell to raise myself up and bullshit my way around, Anything to go back to the States and be just another well paid worker drone... but lets face it... these days the "Global War on Terror" has become the biggest bullshit money-grabbing-fest that anyone has ever seen... mind you I made/make good cash as a Contractor, but man... realistically, I'm fucked. Any of us who have a 'contractor position' on our resume are now seen as either war criminals or war profiteers and "Respectable Companies" don't want a thing to do with us. (As I was told a few times during my stateside job hunt) Mind you we are profiteers and hell, even mercenaries... I mean shit... I went from making 49 Thousand a year as a computer tech and told to "train my replacement from Mumbai" or go over to Iraq, tote a gun, relive my younger days from the Military without half of the bullshit the Army has to put up with and get paid ten thousand dollars a fucking month? Huh.... let me see.... hmmmmm No fuckin shit I went...

I just wish things were different... and yeah I'll get flamed for it "... it was your decision to get involved in an immoral war" yadda yadda yadda... When I've been told that I wanted to say "Keep in mind that I'm also suffering from 'Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and that black outfit you're wearing is making me flash back to an Insurgent I had to kill and I'm feeling really unstable right now...." GOD I wish I had the balls to say that to some of these liberal self righteous fuckstains I've had to deal with. Just reach out and throttle the fuck out of them.... As one of the guys I knew over there said about the whole shootin match, and has been repeated by MANY people over here: "We're at war... America is at the mall."

Anyways: Besides all my usual bitching, The current name for my pain is the Penis-With-Lips or "Dickhead" as I affectionately call him. My new partner whom I've beenn joint in the unholy bond of being stuck with his most unpleasant ass.... I am stuck working with possibly the most unpleasant human being (if he can be realistically called that... I think he's not fucking human but the extension of some giant phallus from beyond) on the face of the planet. How he ever managed to spawn is beyond me, as he's so unpleasant that the concept of a female being willing to sit still long enough to become impregnated by this repulsive shitdick is beyond my ken. Needless to say I never want to see this reputed female as she has got to be vaguely reminicent of Rosie O'Bloated on Crack, or at least to my twisted thought process she has to be. The worst part is I'm stuck with him because I'm widely known for my ability to get along with anyone. It's been said that I could find common ground with anyone and get along with them. Hell, I could possibly maybe find something partially redeemable in Adolph Hitler... I dunno... trade mustache grooming tips? (How the fuck should I know?) Yeah... but because of this ability to "get along with others" I'm stuck with someone I have YET to find a single redeeming thing about him. Possibly that he's a decent Oxygen-Carbon Dioxide Prcessing Carbon Based Lifeform? Possibly?
Nah... this fuck is probably personally responsible for Global Warming... Hell, I know that in the office, he has ZERO fucking couth and lets rip the nastiest farts known to humanity... (and I'm known to be quite the gasser myself according to the Wife and Kids) I mean Good Lord, give me strength...
I can't Kill him....yet... but I can dream can't I?


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Submitted by wageslaveZ on Fri, 08/31/2007 - 01:33.

You could always be an economic hit-man or jackal, oh wait, the world's getting fed up with our Empire-building bullshit that's leaving them poorer than when they started... >:( Besides, China's becoming better at that game than even we were, thanks gigantic trade imbalance... Speak of that devil, you should read John Perkins's two books: Confessions of an Economic Hitman and Secrets of the American Empire. Then again, you've probably seen enough of this sadistic financial faggotry disguised as bringing democracy and modernization to the world to last you a lifetime. I may not have a college degree yet, but it doesn't mean I don't do my homework. Keep it evil.

I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now, did you read the news today?
They say the danger has gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
They're burning into the night

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go around
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Oh, superman, where are you now?
When everything's gone wrong somehow?
The men of steel, these men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time, this is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go around
Tell me why this is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago
When the sun was shining
And all the stars were bright all through the night
In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight
So long ago

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know we'll never keep

There's too many men, too many people
Making too many problems
And there's not much love to go round
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?

Now, this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to

(Disturbed: Land of Confusion)

Submitted by everkate18 on Sat, 09/22/2007 - 03:04.

So, I was just looking through your blog, and I think you're fabulous. I really think you should write a book. I don't know if you've been trained as a writer or if you just have a natural gift-but you clearly have a talent for language.
As I'm sure you know, the whole power of the American capitalist machine lies in making people think that everything is fine, and that if they feel otherwise it's because THEY have a problem. If you're poor you don't work hard enough, if you experience prejudice it's your own fault, blah blah blah. And what choice do you have? What chance do you have of bucking the system, when one of the main goals of the system is to keep you from recognizing it? Most people are thrown into the work force very young and don't have the time to sit around staring at their navels as they try and figure out what's really going on/what they really want. So they work like dogs running a race for someone else's profit until they finally plop down from exhaustion and basically never get up again.
As someone who really desires change in America, I think what you said about liberals above is really interesting. When someone blames you for going to Iraq they are not actually advocating a liberal platform, exactly (as I realize you realize). They are reacting to that American indoctrinization that tells you that everyone chooses their fate. They do not recognize the financial imperative that caused you to go out there. They're also distancing themselves from the issue at hand. They don't like the war in Iraq, so instead of being humbled and trying to change something they act like they're not responsible when we all are-so YOU chose to go there, not them, they would never do that, because it's not THEIR war. This is bullshit-because they are aiding the problem w/ their blind ignorance. And hell, it's everyone's war because we all pay for it.
Why is their so much prejudice against soldiers? Because they do our dirty work, and we don't like to recognize that. Nobody doesn't "support our troops" in theory-they just don't SEE them. All those Republicans w/ their "Support the troops" stickers-really? Does Bush support you? So you are a black hole not because employers are against soldiers per se...but because when they look in your face they see their own shame reflected back at them.
Again, you probably know all this. People who have actually been involved w/ the military tend to have a very firm grasp of what is going on. Which is why I think you should write a book. Not because you owe anyone any enlightenment, but because I would like to read it and recommend it to people. I think you are extemely intelligent and have a way w/ words, as I said above.
Best of luck to you!!!!!! I wish I could meet you someday, I'm such a big fan.