I know how everyone misses my blogs; I hear it all the time. I miss hearing everyone's feedback too. It is just that I haven't been able to find the time to fulfill my social network's entertainment needs these days. We all know that in 95% of my blogs I'm bitching about ignorance, here's another to add to the list....
As you all know, I am one of the first people to speak my mind about anything and everything. I don't hold back, I'm brutally honest, and blunt. And although, I come across as being a bitch, I get respect for it, because I am one in a few that actually has the balls to stand up for what I think is right. Lately, unfortunately, I've been biting my tongue, pushing things under the rug, or turning a blind eye, and quite frankly I HATE it!!!! I have my reasons for shutting my mouth until I get into the privacy of my husband's or close friend's presence. One reason is the fact that I don't want to hurt someone because they are not use to my hard cold honesty or dry sense of humor, the other is that I feel like I have to protect someone and the results of my actions are considerable. Stupid reasoning, I know, but the bitch does have at heart, sometimes... The fact of the matter is that I'm done with that shit!!!!! I am so sick of being at someone else's disposal, I'm sick of being treated like shit because I hold my words back. I'm sick of certain people thinking they can treat me a certain way, or saying things to me because they THINK they can get away with it. In all reality it flat out pisses me off, and that anger has built up and guess what, I'M DONE! Starting today, I'm going to start being the bitch I'm known for. Starting today I am not going to bite my tongue! Starting today, you will probably regret ever saying the wrong thing to me. The Bitch is back and boy do some of you have a rude awakening!!!! On the bright side, I know a lot of you have been waiting for this moment; it's been far too long. What has it been? Almost 5 months without any Lamai Weekly Blogs or anything that makes you FB and MySpace users look forward to logging on... This one is for you, my devoted fans I love so much! ;)
Okay, back to serious and the point of this note. From today on, you say one little thing; ONE itty bity thing that pisses me off, I am blowing up like a fucking bomb! And trust me no one wants to see me at extreme pissed off-ness. I am not going to let you put your nose in my business anymore. What my husband and I do in our lives is none of your business except ours. You're not going to tell me what to do, or how to run my life. I do what I do! I am going to college for a fucking reason, not just for the fucking hell of it. And I will be more successful than you will ever fucking be! So get the fuck off my back. Isn't it going to suck when I am successful and you are the one needing the favor and I flat out tell you to go fuck yourself? That karma is a bitch isn't it? Because trust me, I will remember who did me dirty and who was more supportive.
Speaking of supportive. I am so sick of people belittling the Military, especially when it has to do with my husband. Let's get one thing straight. I am not looking for handouts, and neither is my husband! What I am looking for is respect. The lack there of is rather ridiculous! I am so sick of hearing that the Military gets paid way too much, along with several other comments that just really get under my skin. Let me clear some things up. The Military gets paid jack shit for what they do, plain and simple.
I'll lay down John's situation for you, since obviously it hasn't been made clear from observing your ignorant comments and how you act. Read this carefully= John was BLOWN UP when he was deployed, not once, not twice, but 3 different times by IED's (dummy translation= Improvised Explosive Devices, or breaking down dummy translation- Things that blow up!) In result, his back is broken in two different places, TWO. One wrong move and he can become paralyzed for the rest of his life. That's why we've been contemplating on surgery with his doctors. One wrong move with surgery and he can become paralyzed for the rest of his life as well. Obviously you didn't know that he has TBI too, (dummy translation- BRAIN INJURY) and PTSD (Dummy translation- Post TRAUMATIC Stress Disorder) Since you're obviously so ignorant that you can't figure out what that means, it means that he has nightmares, anger rages (yeah you didn't know that did you) anxiety, among many other problems that is caused from this.
Now since you're so nosey, let me break this down for you. We will get income from the VA because the Marine Corps was nice enough to medically retire him. RETIRE, meaning he gets the benefits as if he was in for 20 years. So NO, he did not get "medically discharged". Since he was RETIRED and not medically discharged, the Marine Corps also gives us a monthly income. The reasoning is because his injuries happened during combat, and it is just morally wrong not to. So NO we are not mooching from the government!!!!! And the Military/Veterans are not the reason our government is poor! Welfare fags are the reason for this! These Veterans deserve actually more than what they get! Especially men (I say men because women aren't allowed to fight in combat) who are in John's situation. For instance his really good friend, Mike, who was in his unit, has shrapnel in his chest for the rest of his life, because if they remove it, it will stab his heart and he will die! They deserve that VA money! And if you think otherwise, then read these words of mine carefully--
*What the fuck have you done sitting on your comfy couch getting fat? Because until the day that you go over there, and fight for the right for your fat ass to sit on the couch some more, SHOOT A FUCKING KID SQUARE BETWEEN THE EYES BECAUSE HE WAS SHOOTING AT YOU, KILL HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE TO SAVE YOURSELF, AND GET BLOWN UP, until you do all of this while looking at the possibility that you might not make it back home, then you have no room to fucking talk. In fact you shouldn't talk at all! Because people like me, who put up with your bullshit as well, will call your bluff on your so-called opinion and tell you to go jump off a cliff! * With that said, fuck you, and when you can actually have an cerebral conversation about the Military, my life, and my husband, then you can come talk to me! (dummy translation- cerebral means intellectual, intellectual means smart).
Thanks for tuning in!
-To my devoted blog stalkers/fans! ~ Oh how I’ve missed you so!
Until next time!
-MaiTai
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