Being mean to the troops...

I'm about to piss someone off. I don't care, I'm just aware of the likelihood.

You can probably guess how I feel about the war. I argue with people about it. It boggles my mind how so many obviously intelligent people can regurgitate such inane garbage. I've had the distinct pleasure of discussing the matter with a couple of "ex-military," recently.

I'll cut the second one short. I was told I just don't understand what we're fighting for over there. I asked "What are we fighting for over there?" I'm still waiting for an answer.

This is the one that's been stuck in my craw for a couple of weeks. I'll cut it short and get to the point, because we argued for hours (while we smoked bowl after bowl). The troops don't want to come home, I'm told. They would feel bad if they "left without finishing the job." We'll leave aside the fact that he couldn't explain what the "job" was, either, and I will make my statement:

Dear Troops,
You work for me. When I tell you to come home, I will not be asking how you feel about it. And quit being such a dick. There is no doubt in my mind that, when you do come home, you'll be bug-fucked crazy, and you'll get a job as a cop somewhere. I already hate cops. Ex-military cops are the worst. Stay out of my police force. Quit telling me how many ways you know to kill a man, too. That's just creepy.

Love,
Matt