Muhammad Ali is dead—but the internet, Oh our precious internet, is full of life. Countering the heart-felt remembrance for Ali has been some criticism coming from places very close to and inside the military community.
Bangalore the bureaucracy. Some help to veterans - by a veteran - who has been there, done that, and got the T-shirt.
As the military downsizes and combat operations in Iraq and Afghanistan are coming to a screeching halt, veterans are going to need jobs.
So here's the deal: once upon a time a rock careening through the cosmos drifted close enough to a massive, naturally occurring instance of nuclear fusion to cook up an atmosphere and spawn organic consciousness, all so we could bear witness to the magnitude of existence.
You're not a libtard tree-hugger for appreciating art.
“I hope you make peace with your pain, and never lose your flames.”
If your degree is in a technical or scientific field, the value of a degree is fairly apparent. We as a society don’t want people without training as engineers to be the ones designing bridges. The value in a liberal arts degree, however, is less straight forward. Like it or not, having a degree is the basic level of entry for many jobs.
One of the most annoying interactions I have with people is in reference to PTSD and the “symptom” of “hyper vigilance.” I can’t tell you how many times people ask me if being around crowds is frightening to me. I guess I can’t fault the ignorant too much. But, it gets a little old when I’m treated like I’m some kind of paranoid creep.
Inciting online riots, dragging people into your beefs/shit talking sessions, and complaining about shit from sun up to sun down in no way constitutes productivity nor is it a worthy reflection of our veteran community. Fucking stop
I've been asked the question more times than I care to count. Friends, family, and especially girlfriends are always wondering "why do you carry that thing?"