Sunday, August 10, 2008

Moon Rabbit MAD! Moon Rabbit want to SMASH! Moon Rabbit want to PUKE!

Moon Rabbit MAD! Moon Rabbit want to SMASH! Moon Rabbit want to PUKE! Moon Rabbit shake head in BEMUSEMENT!

You have got to be kidding the Moon Rabbit, right? Predator Sensor Operators are being traumatized by their job in California?

OH PUHLEEEEEEEEEZE!

Granted, the killing of another human being IS a serious business, but these...these...wimps, weak kneed, limp spined so called soldiers are NOW COMPLAINING that they are being traumatized by the fact that they remotely control drones that carry lethal, detonatable explosives that decimate ENEMY targets and they kill people with those lethal detonatable explosive charges.

Well...wah...wah...boo hoo...boo hoo!

This is done from SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA Gentle Reader!

So, after eight or ten hours on the job, they go to the parking lot, get in their cars and go to the house, take a shower, kick back and go to the kids soccer game, watch the tube, have a decent meal and take the old lady to the sack and pork her if the mood is right...

SO...WHAT is the problem??????????????????????????????????????????????????????

It's NOT like they are there with their sorry, wimpy asses in the giant sandbox now is it?

Here they are 12,000 plus miles away from the combat zone, safe, snug and all tidy from a hard day at the office.

NOTE: Being in the military MEANS that you train to kill strange and interesting people from other lands and countries.

Moon Rabbit's take is that everybody WANTS to be a victim. Modern warfare is NOT honorable any longer, thanks to technology, we now can reach out and whack our enemies from great distances, but until you get your ass in the grass or the sand as it were, you have no idea what the horror is of being in a combat zone. But then again, we are talking about the Army, NOT the Marine Corps and we are talking about folks in California...what more can the Moon Rabbit say? PLENTY? Read on Gentle Reader...

There was a time when warfare was honorable, not glorious, but honorable, when warriors from all ages went one on one with each other and either emerged victorious or emerged dead from the conflict at hand, NOT this long distance crap, not this techno crap, but right there, right then, on a battlefield of honor. Bottom line?...Warfare will NEVER be won WITHOUT ground troops, except in the case of an an all out, full scale nuclear attack, and NOBODY wins that scenario.

So, to the 'traumatized' video screen watchers I say this, go to the PX and load up on Midol, take several and GET OVER YOURSELVES! or...have the guts to request a transfer INTO a combat zone and do the job LIKE a warrior ought to...otherwise than that...SHUT THE HELL UP, STOP your sniveling, STOP your whining, STOP your groaning, moaning, pissy bitching.

Now then, if you will excuse me Gentel reader, I need to find someplace I can puke...

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