Don't soldiers seem like...complete idiots?

[SilentHunter7]

*snip*

I have a question. How is it you know that soldiers aren't intelligent? You admitted to not knowing any of them, or having any desire to know them, so I'm just curious as to where you're getting your info from.

 

[Uncreation]

It is a soldier's duty to follow orders, no matter what they be. If not, what would war be?

And to expand on this, war is inevitable - There will always be a need for it in the world. It's just how nations behave.

I don't think it's an actual need. If that would be true i have to say i would lose all hope in the world (well, the hope i still have left anyway). To think that humans will never know peace, at least amongst themselves, would be beyond horrible.

This is going to come off as a little "hippy-ish" but if nobody had an army, wouldn't the world be a better place? I know the chances of that happening are negligible.

From my point of view it would be an almost infinitely better world based on that alone. Let's just hope it does happen eventually.

what a baseless point you make. lets see where you are 10 years from now when there are no "idiot" soldiers around

This has me intrigued a bit. I'm curious what you meant. What makes you think in 10 years there won't be any "idiot" soldiers?


And to answer the initial question. I don't think all soldiers are idiots, but they generally aren't picked because of their intelligence (the regular soldiers anyway).

 

[omega 616]

This is going to come off as a little "hippy-ish" but if nobody had an army, wouldn't the world be a better place? I know the chances of that happening are negligible.

From my point of view it would be an almost infinitely better world based on that alone. Let's just hope it does happen eventually.

I think it will never happen 'cos all countries are like a scared kid with a gun, there all sat in the corner pointing the gun at what ever moves and firing whenever there startled or provoked.

Until people put the guns down and start actually talking there will always be war, unfortunately stupid/selfish people are in power, looking at you Mugabe.

 

[SilentHunter7]

Where did I admit that I didn't know any or have spoken to any?

Yes, good for them. I have no interest in knowing -any- of them.

It could be I misinterpreted that, but anyway,

I have spoken to several and they tend to fall into one of these three categories:

Several soldiers is not the majority of the army. Calling them all idiots is like calling all Arabians terrorists, or all women bad drivers.

 

[Ossum]

Everyone is a complete idiot.

The soldiers are.

The politicians are.

And most importantly, this person is an idiot.

There, it is done. Everyone is now an idiot, including me. Can we please do a mosh-pit now instead of arguing about the motivations of people most of us don't know?

Lol, nice link. I like that one.

 

[Jekken6]

That really got to me. Don't soldiers ever stop to think what there fighting for? I understand the "protect their love ones" argument, but were their love ones in danger to begin with? It just seems most soldiers across the world go and die and kill because someone had told them too.

Thoughts?

My thoughts? I think you need to take a deep breath before blogging your frustration aloud for the world to hear, and not because anything you said was ignorant, but because men who have served, for reasons which

a) you will never understand
b) they will never be able to make you to understand
and
c) they don't care whether or not you understand,

may take offense at it.

The reason for joining is pretty irrelevent... I will try to relate an experience to you as best I can, but I will not try to convince you of anything. Try and place yourself in the following scenario, putting aside your race, gender, and political affiliations.

You decide to enlist, for one of many reasons. There are financial benefits for you, your spouse, and your children. There are structural benefits, i.e. you just got out of school, have no idea what to do, have some pull towards something you can't even assign a word to, but it is pulling you away from the banality and utter loneliness that exists in the modern world white collar work place. Or perhaps you are looking for fun. Or perhaps your have a family member who died in service before you ever met them. Or perhaps you just liked the Rambo series more than your peers. Whatever.

So, you enlist. You go through the very stressful and high pressure recruiting and processing system, and if you are one of the lucky few who get the MOS (job in the military) of choice, you find some relief in knowing that the next 4-5 active + AT LEAST 3 reserve years of your life will have been under your control, even if only to the smallest degree.

Then, you ship. You are either more excited then you have ever been in your life about anything, be it your first concert, your first motorcycle ride, your first love, or your first brush with death. Your heart's pounding keeps you awake the entire plane ride. Many of your family members may have looked upon you with an expression you can only deride as pity, and it confused you, so instead of pure excitement, you second-guess yourself, you feel like you were duped into something by a clever salesman (which is EXACTLY what recruiters are), and you are a nervous wreck the entire ride to your location of Basic.

So, let's say you chose an Army Ranger option. You arrive at Benning, and Basic starts exactly like you thought it would. A lot of yelling and running and pushups and hurrying up to wait for a long time at attention or in line. You are either in decent shape and get by no problem, or you thought military strong consisted of bench press and squats, and are getting your ass smoked on an hourly basis. Your training progresses, and as you move through school with the same group, a few people drop... A few out a couple hundred strangers... whatever. You didn't really catch their names.

So you get through basic, no small accomplishment, but in the Army, well, you aren't exactly ready for any kind of real test just yet. But you chose the Ranger option, so your PT scores are all maxed out, you are pumped and ready for a real challenge. You run 5-6 miles a day at a 6 minute mile pace, just because it feels good. You get through jump school (easiest thing in the world), and you know some of the guys pretty good now. You start to learn their quirks, their senses of humor, who puts on deodorant, who has a girlfriend, who hunts and fishes, who seems introverted and writes in a journal a lot. You start to respect each and every one of them because you start to sense a feeling of not wanted to let them down growing inside you, and you sense they are feeling mutually towards you. Its almost like pride, but in others and not yourself.

So, you get to Ranger school after your MOS school and jump school. And immediately, all these guys with whom you now share a true friendship (read: you almost never speak unless joking, and if you aren't joking, you are talking about subjects that make the human heart swell or break... love, life, death, family) are suddenly sent, with over 60 lbs of gear strapped to your back, away from all the comforts of life you felt when you were young. For most of you, this is your first grown up experience, and it is terrifying. You eat one meal a day, if any, and you sleep a maximum of 4 hours a night, again, IF AT ALL, for over 40 days. After about a week, your body loses soreness, but you are constantly fatigued. Your vision is constantly blurred. Your stomach is always begging for food, and your instructors are just happy enough to eat your favorite candy bar, or drink an ice cold soda right in front of you, close enough so you can smell it. Hallucinations are now common, and you can see your teammates succumbing to their limits. Many of them, guys you would call your best friends, guys who were the toughest and strongest willed human being you have ever met, cry themselves to sleep, piss themselves, and quit, not even looking you in the eyes before leaving. Most of them, many with whom you made plans to meet up with back home, wherever that is, and grab and beer in some smoke filled bar in complete silence for a few hours, just to let your mind shake loose a little, or catch a movie, or meet their girl... most of them, you will never see or hear from again.

And, while all of this is occurring, you either don't think at all, or you have to convince yourself daily of why you are hear, or why you shouldn't drop out. Even the thought of going back home without that tab on your should is the most unbearable form of shame you can imagine. And, mentally exhausted, you are constantly ordered to patrol, to maneuver, and to lead - to make decisions, tough, critical, impromptu choices that will either secure an objective or end with the death (read: you will witness the end of your friends, and will have that event thrown back in your face by instructors for the duration of the course, and by you for the rest of your life) of your buddies. And finally, just when you think your body is done, and you can't handle it, by some miracle, you make it to the end. Most, if not all, of the students will have lost 10-30 pounds, and all will be mentally different for the duration of their lives. Some will be great at disguising it, others will simply stare at nothing for hours on end (to the bewilderment and alienation of their family and friends), letting the trauma settle over them.

And now you are a Ranger. And nothing else matters. You still love your family and your dog and your girlfriend and your pickup and your first edition of For Whom The Bell Tolls, but you realize those are all things that could potentially be gone tomorrow. If you awoke and all that was left was your pants and a pair of shoes, you are still a Ranger. And you see that same realization in the eyes of the other Rangers. And you silently acknowledge it every time you cross paths with a Ranger. And then you train some more. For years.

And finally, for reasons most of you could care less about, some suit and tie earning six figures (stacked against your 20,000 a year, if you are lucky) in DC decides you need to go to war. All you know is, those men with whom you starved and sweat and bled and laughed and cried with, those men who are closer than the closest of biological brothers, will be going to war, too. And that's all you care about. You don't care what the name of the country is, or who the bad guys are, or what status your Humvee is in, those details will be addressed when necessity calls upon them. Right now, all you know is, your brothers are going to a place where their actions result in the life or death of themselves, and yourself, and there's nothing else.

So you're in war now, and its hot, and its loud, and it smells like the worst kind of smell man has ever been forced to breath, and you volunteered for it. You stay in the field for days, you eat whatever you can, you shit outside your trousers whenever you are lucky enough, and you wipe your ass with your hand. Your feet are bleeding, your underarms and crotch feel like they've lost the top millimeter of skin from a wire brush, and you push it all away. Your senses are sharp. You are a machine.

Your first friend dies. You see him get hit, and you drag his torn body, which falls apart in your hands as he screams right next to your ear, the loudest and most gut-wrenching sound you've ever heard. Your hands are caked in your brother's blood, the worst trauma you've ever endured. And he goes, and you and the rest of your brothers are in shock; the man with whom you've spent the last few years of your life with, with no more than a few days in between seeing each other, is gone forever, and his last screams will never leave. And you keep losing friends, and it wears you down, but you tie it off, you keep shutting down small parts of who you are to keep going, but quitting would not alleviate the stress, it would only amplify it, and you would let your remaining brothers down, a thought worse then death. You've all been to hell together, and you returned alive and intact, a few fingertips or earlobes or toenails notwithstanding. And this goes on for years, until you finally come Home.

Home, the most beautiful thing in the world. Better than heaven. A warm blanket covering you and fending off a bitter cold that knows no equal. And, you get home, and you read or hear someone remark about how some dipshit, a class of human that exists in every single sector of our infrastructure and organization, said or did something reprehensible, and you hear this individual refer to you and your brothers as "fucking morons", or "baby-killers", or "rejects", and you either smile and shake your head, or you just shake your head. Either way, it doesn't matter. They won't ever know. No amount of words will ever make them understand the electrical and chemical signals your brain sends to the front of your eyes, or into your ears while you sleep. No amount of college degrees, or time spent in the library, or trips to wikipedia will ever truly show them what it is we do, and why it is we do it. And they'll keep talking, and maybe they'll piss one of us off enough so that we try and shut you up, but regardless, you will never know. You may be shamed into silence, but you will never fully grasp the code it is that you slander. And you never have to.

Sorry for the long-winded first post, I promise they will rarely be so... forceful.

Absolutely brilliant. I really enjoyed reading that and deserves a
/thread

 

[McNinja]

What is this "Red Dawn"?
But yes. Anyone who tries to remove my freedom must be killed, defeated, slain etc. Are you saying that if someone would unrightfully remove your freedom that you'd just accept it? No, you would not.

Being neutral does not mean "We'll assist you with sending supplies", being neutral means that you will not assist nor intervene. You will stay out of it. Here's a fact: None of them are Sweden and they did not really fought for Freedom but more so for their own agenda. With the exception of Norway, France and Brittain perhaps. The only reason America decided to join the war was because Soviet joined it.

'Some' is an exagguration. Majority is the correct term.
No, making a gross generalization about a large group of people you've never met is that. Making a large generalization based upon many from that group you've spoken to is being a cynic. And that is why I stay away from the mainstreem population.

Red Dawn is an older movie (80's, I think) where a foreign army invades the continental U.S.A. and takes a large portion of it. A small group of kids take to the hills and establish a "French Resistance" of sorts against the invaders.

I took a statisitcs class this past semester in college. You know what I learned? That making generalizations about very large groups of people by talking to a very small number of people who are part of said group is stupid as hell.

I also took an Argumentative english class this past semester. One of the girls in that class was one of the the single most arrogant, bull-headed, and ignorant people I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. During one of the last classes of the semester, the entire class got into one giant argument. With her. Even the professor got into it, and listed about ten reasons why she was wrong. Still, instead of conceding that she might possibly be wrong, she changed her argument about six times and persisted that she was right.

I honestly don't care how much you want to defend your own freedom, because it is probably about the same as how much I would defend my own freedom. However, saying that you are the only one who can defend your freedom, and that all soldiers are stupid because you've talked to a bunch who weren't exactly the sharpest tools in the shed is arrogant and ignorant. Which is proved by the statement "The only reason America decided to join the war was because Soviet joined it." Because Russia joining was definitely the only reason America joined the war. Yeah. We just blew that whole "Pearl Harbor" thing right off. And that Zimmerman telegraph. Yeah. No one cared about that. Freaking RUSSIA is what got us going. Yeah.

 

[McNinja]

That really got to me. Don't soldiers ever stop to think what there fighting for? I understand the "protect their love ones" argument, but were their love ones in danger to begin with? It just seems most soldiers across the world go and die and kill because someone had told them too.

Thoughts?

My thoughts? I think you need to take a deep breath before blogging your frustration aloud for the world to hear, and not because anything you said was ignorant, but because men who have served, for reasons which

a) you will never understand
b) they will never be able to make you to understand
and
c) they don't care whether or not you understand,

may take offense at it.

The reason for joining is pretty irrelevent... I will try to relate an experience to you as best I can, but I will not try to convince you of anything. Try and place yourself in the following scenario, putting aside your race, gender, and political affiliations.

You decide to enlist, for one of many reasons. There are financial benefits for you, your spouse, and your children. There are structural benefits, i.e. you just got out of school, have no idea what to do, have some pull towards something you can't even assign a word to, but it is pulling you away from the banality and utter loneliness that exists in the modern world white collar work place. Or perhaps you are looking for fun. Or perhaps your have a family member who died in service before you ever met them. Or perhaps you just liked the Rambo series more than your peers. Whatever.

So, you enlist. You go through the very stressful and high pressure recruiting and processing system, and if you are one of the lucky few who get the MOS (job in the military) of choice, you find some relief in knowing that the next 4-5 active + AT LEAST 3 reserve years of your life will have been under your control, even if only to the smallest degree.

Then, you ship. You are either more excited then you have ever been in your life about anything, be it your first concert, your first motorcycle ride, your first love, or your first brush with death. Your heart's pounding keeps you awake the entire plane ride. Many of your family members may have looked upon you with an expression you can only deride as pity, and it confused you, so instead of pure excitement, you second-guess yourself, you feel like you were duped into something by a clever salesman (which is EXACTLY what recruiters are), and you are a nervous wreck the entire ride to your location of Basic.

So, let's say you chose an Army Ranger option. You arrive at Benning, and Basic starts exactly like you thought it would. A lot of yelling and running and pushups and hurrying up to wait for a long time at attention or in line. You are either in decent shape and get by no problem, or you thought military strong consisted of bench press and squats, and are getting your ass smoked on an hourly basis. Your training progresses, and as you move through school with the same group, a few people drop... A few out a couple hundred strangers... whatever. You didn't really catch their names.

So you get through basic, no small accomplishment, but in the Army, well, you aren't exactly ready for any kind of real test just yet. But you chose the Ranger option, so your PT scores are all maxed out, you are pumped and ready for a real challenge. You run 5-6 miles a day at a 6 minute mile pace, just because it feels good. You get through jump school (easiest thing in the world), and you know some of the guys pretty good now. You start to learn their quirks, their senses of humor, who puts on deodorant, who has a girlfriend, who hunts and fishes, who seems introverted and writes in a journal a lot. You start to respect each and every one of them because you start to sense a feeling of not wanted to let them down growing inside you, and you sense they are feeling mutually towards you. Its almost like pride, but in others and not yourself.

So, you get to Ranger school after your MOS school and jump school. And immediately, all these guys with whom you now share a true friendship (read: you almost never speak unless joking, and if you aren't joking, you are talking about subjects that make the human heart swell or break... love, life, death, family) are suddenly sent, with over 60 lbs of gear strapped to your back, away from all the comforts of life you felt when you were young. For most of you, this is your first grown up experience, and it is terrifying. You eat one meal a day, if any, and you sleep a maximum of 4 hours a night, again, IF AT ALL, for over 40 days. After about a week, your body loses soreness, but you are constantly fatigued. Your vision is constantly blurred. Your stomach is always begging for food, and your instructors are just happy enough to eat your favorite candy bar, or drink an ice cold soda right in front of you, close enough so you can smell it. Hallucinations are now common, and you can see your teammates succumbing to their limits. Many of them, guys you would call your best friends, guys who were the toughest and strongest willed human being you have ever met, cry themselves to sleep, piss themselves, and quit, not even looking you in the eyes before leaving. Most of them, many with whom you made plans to meet up with back home, wherever that is, and grab and beer in some smoke filled bar in complete silence for a few hours, just to let your mind shake loose a little, or catch a movie, or meet their girl... most of them, you will never see or hear from again.

And, while all of this is occurring, you either don't think at all, or you have to convince yourself daily of why you are hear, or why you shouldn't drop out. Even the thought of going back home without that tab on your should is the most unbearable form of shame you can imagine. And, mentally exhausted, you are constantly ordered to patrol, to maneuver, and to lead - to make decisions, tough, critical, impromptu choices that will either secure an objective or end with the death (read: you will witness the end of your friends, and will have that event thrown back in your face by instructors for the duration of the course, and by you for the rest of your life) of your buddies. And finally, just when you think your body is done, and you can't handle it, by some miracle, you make it to the end. Most, if not all, of the students will have lost 10-30 pounds, and all will be mentally different for the duration of their lives. Some will be great at disguising it, others will simply stare at nothing for hours on end (to the bewilderment and alienation of their family and friends), letting the trauma settle over them.

And now you are a Ranger. And nothing else matters. You still love your family and your dog and your girlfriend and your pickup and your first edition of For Whom The Bell Tolls, but you realize those are all things that could potentially be gone tomorrow. If you awoke and all that was left was your pants and a pair of shoes, you are still a Ranger. And you see that same realization in the eyes of the other Rangers. And you silently acknowledge it every time you cross paths with a Ranger. And then you train some more. For years.

And finally, for reasons most of you could care less about, some suit and tie earning six figures (stacked against your 20,000 a year, if you are lucky) in DC decides you need to go to war. All you know is, those men with whom you starved and sweat and bled and laughed and cried with, those men who are closer than the closest of biological brothers, will be going to war, too. And that's all you care about. You don't care what the name of the country is, or who the bad guys are, or what status your Humvee is in, those details will be addressed when necessity calls upon them. Right now, all you know is, your brothers are going to a place where their actions result in the life or death of themselves, and yourself, and there's nothing else.

So you're in war now, and its hot, and its loud, and it smells like the worst kind of smell man has ever been forced to breath, and you volunteered for it. You stay in the field for days, you eat whatever you can, you shit outside your trousers whenever you are lucky enough, and you wipe your ass with your hand. Your feet are bleeding, your underarms and crotch feel like they've lost the top millimeter of skin from a wire brush, and you push it all away. Your senses are sharp. You are a machine.

Your first friend dies. You see him get hit, and you drag his torn body, which falls apart in your hands as he screams right next to your ear, the loudest and most gut-wrenching sound you've ever heard. Your hands are caked in your brother's blood, the worst trauma you've ever endured. And he goes, and you and the rest of your brothers are in shock; the man with whom you've spent the last few years of your life with, with no more than a few days in between seeing each other, is gone forever, and his last screams will never leave. And you keep losing friends, and it wears you down, but you tie it off, you keep shutting down small parts of who you are to keep going, but quitting would not alleviate the stress, it would only amplify it, and you would let your remaining brothers down, a thought worse then death. You've all been to hell together, and you returned alive and intact, a few fingertips or earlobes or toenails notwithstanding. And this goes on for years, until you finally come Home.

Home, the most beautiful thing in the world. Better than heaven. A warm blanket covering you and fending off a bitter cold that knows no equal. And, you get home, and you read or hear someone remark about how some dipshit, a class of human that exists in every single sector of our infrastructure and organization, said or did something reprehensible, and you hear this individual refer to you and your brothers as "fucking morons", or "baby-killers", or "rejects", and you either smile and shake your head, or you just shake your head. Either way, it doesn't matter. They won't ever know. No amount of words will ever make them understand the electrical and chemical signals your brain sends to the front of your eyes, or into your ears while you sleep. No amount of college degrees, or time spent in the library, or trips to wikipedia will ever truly show them what it is we do, and why it is we do it. And they'll keep talking, and maybe they'll piss one of us off enough so that we try and shut you up, but regardless, you will never know. You may be shamed into silence, but you will never fully grasp the code it is that you slander. And you never have to.

Sorry for the long-winded first post, I promise they will rarely be so... forceful.

That is the most awesome first post ever.

 

[McNinja]

I was reading the One Piece manga recently, and a certain quote got to me. A soldier had said that "Doesn't all the people losing their lives look like complete idiots?"

That really got to me. Don't soldiers ever stop to think what there fighting for? I understand the "protect their love ones" argument, but were their love ones in danger to begin with? It just seems most soldiers across the world go and die and kill because someone had told them too.

Thoughts?

It might seem that way, but most of the time it isn't how it really is. Some people have bills to pay. Some people have no idea what to do with their lives, and so they join up. Some people (like this guy right here) don't want to be stuck at a dead-end job for the rest of my life, doing the same monotonous crap every single day. Some people are extremely partiotic, and do indded fight because they believe that our way of life is in danger. Some soldiers didn't go to college, some are idiots, some are smart, all are courageous.

Sometimes, a war makes absolutely NO sense (like Vietnam). But remember, those soldiers willingly signed themselves over to the military. Not to be some mindless slave to the whims of politicians, but because they wanted to. There's a difference between fighting because you are told to and fighting because you believe that it's right.

 

[Shock and Awe]

Well, all I can say to that is that you clearly aren't seeing it the same way as me who are a cynic. Whenever I go outside and see all the people on the street, all I see are copy-pastes of others. No inviduallity, no brains. Only blondes with nonexistant dreams whose only goal is to look the same, act and talk the same, be the same. That is how I can draw everyone over a line. However, I also leave them room for this: Prove me wrong.

Holy shit, where is that picture of all the people on the subway(or bus?) thinking about how everyone except them are mindless automatons, because that fits this perfectly, really now, that just sounded ridiculous.

I am arrogant, that I know. But soldiers aren't protecting my Freedom. I am. I can stretch myself as far as saying that normal people in the same situation as myself do but that's about it. Stop trying to convince me otherwise because I will never change my ways about that and I will keep having my opinion about the majority being ***holes. If you can't deal with that, fine. Find someone else to argument with. But if you argument with me, I will show where I stand and I will not budge from it.

So what you are saying is, if some country invades Sweden and conquers it, you are going to stand up to the enemy army and make sure that they don't take your freedom? Are you going to pull some Sam Fisher crap or something? Honestly now, to make the assertion that you are the only thing guarding your own freedoms is something that is incredibly ignorant and even delusional, and on an addition note, never changing your views not matter how good the argument against them may be, is not a good thing. That is what many call close minded and incredibly foolish.

That is all, good day ma'am.

 

[tsb247]

Actually, the formost causes of wars are Religion and Capitalism/Greed, if these things were no longer what we based our decision on, war would go away, for the most part.

I would disagree with all of your points - strongly. Take a class or read a book on international relations and/or statesmanship. Warfare is about power - pure and simple. Whatever other 'reasons' can be devised to fight a war are purely superficial.

Heads of state act so as to maintain power, and it follows that states do the same as a whole (state refers to a political entity enclosed by borders). Every war throughout the history of mankind has been fought for one reason - power.

As for capitalism being a reason for wars... Socialism/communism has quite the history of violence as well. If you're going to single out an economic system, you must take all of them into account.

 

[tsb247]

Everyone is a complete idiot.

The soldiers are.

The politicians are.

And most importantly, this person is an idiot.

There, it is done. Everyone is now an idiot, including me. Can we please do a mosh-pit now instead of arguing about the motivations of people most of us don't know?

Is there a particular reason you linked to my profile and called me an idiot? If you are trying to prove a point that everyone is an idiot (as it appears you are doing), then I'm cool with it. If not, then I don't appreciate it. I don't even think I've responded to a comment from you - EVER.

 

[Cherry Cola]

Everyone is a complete idiot.

The soldiers are.

The politicians are.

And most importantly, this person is an idiot.

There, it is done. Everyone is now an idiot, including me. Can we please do a mosh-pit now instead of arguing about the motivations of people most of us don't know?

Is there a particular reason you linked to my profile and called me an idiot? If you are trying to prove a point that everyone is an idiot (as it appears you are doing), then I'm cool with it. If not, then I don't appreciate it. I don't even think I've responded to a comment from you - EVER.

The link is meant to link anyone who presses it to their own profile.

I'm not singling you out.

 

[tsb247]

Everyone is a complete idiot.

The soldiers are.

The politicians are.

And most importantly, this person is an idiot.

There, it is done. Everyone is now an idiot, including me. Can we please do a mosh-pit now instead of arguing about the motivations of people most of us don't know?

Is there a particular reason you linked to my profile and called me an idiot? If you are trying to prove a point that everyone is an idiot (as it appears you are doing), then I'm cool with it. If not, then I don't appreciate it. I don't even think I've responded to a comment from you - EVER.

The link is meant to link anyone who presses it to their own profile.

I'm not singling you out.

I did not think so, but at the same time I wondered... I suppose I should have looked at your link a little closer. I see it now. Clever trick!

 

[tsb247]

Ah, I see.

Well, all I can say to that is that you clearly aren't seeing it the same way as me who are a cynic. Whenever I go outside and see all the people on the street, all I see are copy-pastes of others. No inviduallity, no brains. Only blondes with nonexistant dreams whose only goal is to look the same, act and talk the same, be the same. That is how I can draw everyone over a line. However, I also leave them room for this: Prove me wrong.

Well, seeing as you are asking us to prove the unprovable... I suppose you're the only one amongst all of the mindless zombies in the world that is different and intelligent, right? That is a very broad and quite frankly ignorant view of... well... the world around you. You can't make a claim like the one above because you simply can't know.

I also know for a fact that the attitude displayed in your post will not get you anywhere in life.

Sadly, I am rarely proven wrong.

That is a VERY dangerous claim to make, and I can tell you right now that your opinion is not based on any facts but pure speculation.

Well, you can take all the argumentive classes you want. I can still prove out that I am right and you are wrong because -Welcome to the Opinion-.

I am arrogant, that I know. But soldiers aren't protecting my Freedom. I am. I can stretch myself as far as saying that normal people in the same situation as myself do but that's about it. Stop trying to convince me otherwise because I will never change my ways about that and I will keep having my opinion about the majority being ***holes. If you can't deal with that, fine. Find someone else to argument with. But if you argument with me, I will show where I stand and I will not budge from it.

Oh yes, because Pearl Harbor is the only thing America can think of.

I will not reply anymore because the only one who gets the slap is me as usual because I diverse from others with my opinions and therefore get Unfair probations. This ends here.

You will never be able to convince me, and I will never be able to make you see it from my view.
Therefore, we disagree.

I understand if you do not want to reply, but I should also point out that it is very narrow-minded to simply say, "This is my opinion and I will never change because I don't want to - ever!" In this instance you are right. Nobody will ever change your mind because you are clinging to a rather negative and self-defeating point of view.

 

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Did you actually swallow that?
Talibans aren't Christianity so they'd never be able to.. You know what, let's just stop here because now it's just getting silly.

Yes, it is getting silly. Did you just claim that only Christianity can wage war? If yes, then I am at a loss for words. Ignorance doesn't even begin to describe it. Stupidity doesn't quite work either.

Having a degree does not make you smart. It simply proves that you have the bother to study.
Granted, there are diffrent stages of being smart so we could simply say that they are booksmart.

A degree is a symbol of the completion of intense academic study. Simply studying does not yield a degree. Studying, understanding, and questioning what you learn gets you a degree, and it requires intelligence. The whole, "Just because you have a degree, it doesn't make you smart," statement usually comes from people who just don't care about their own education and are jealous of those who have used their education to achieve success.

Yes, good for them. I have no interest in knowing -any- of them.
Yes, I have the right to call anyone I want stupid just as they have the right to call me stupid.

You may have the right to call anyone and everyone in the armed services in any and all nations stupid, but that doesn't make you right.

As has been pointed out, many of them have achieved more success in their terms of service than most people can accomplish in a lifetime, and most of them have very specific skills and knowledge that would simply blow your mind if you could possibly understand it. A great many of my friends are former Army and Marines. They have more intelligence and courage in their little fingers than you could possibly imagine. They are also successful fathers, brothers, businessmen, doctors, lawyers, engineers, and pillars of their respective communities.

So yeah, your opinion and closed-minded attitude is juvenile and well... wrong.

I find your embracing of ignorance on the issue and hiding behind it with the use of phrases like, "I don't know and I don't care to," quite sad indeed. I also find your blanket statements quite stupid and, again, ignorant. However, it seems that you are happy with your stance, so by all means - keep it.