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Originally Posted by Mentat of House Atreides
I didn't mind paying the money back but shit, dude, three months damn near killed us back then. It was the lecturing, mandatory financial counseling/training and all the other demeaning bullshit that went with it that pissed us off more than anything. All this came from, once again you guessed it - NIGGERS! My wife and I have always been and remained frugal. We're not into anything but necessities and don't believe in buying anything material with credit that doesn't appreciate in value - in our case our house only. No loans for cars, or anything else for that matter. Save and spend as needed only. Invest when possible.
Some of you guys may remember what I've said about fairy tales versus sea stories for this one. This wasn't once upon a time - this was no shit:
The foul taste in my mouth didn't just end with NMCRS. At my first PDS in Glenview, Ill, we had a local MWR fund set up at our command. I watched an AT3 whose daughter was legally blind go to them out of desperation needing very expensive special glasses for her. She had never even been able to see their faces at 4 years old. True to form, Champus would not cover them. The MWR committee turned him down. One month after this happened, a MSGT of all people had the gall to go to the MWR committee and request some gibsme to send his sprog teenaper to the Young Miss Illinois beauty pageant. They agreed on the condition that she "worked for it" by spending the day selling snacks from the geedunk. They threw over 500 bucks at these niggers.
They did nothing for unit Morale, threw a families' Welfare out the window, and were only considering a fellow senior enlisted man's and his teenig's Recreation.
My money had been going to these clowns every time I went to the geedunk to get as much as a Coke and I was pissed. I went to my chief (coincidentally the head of the MWR committee), and complained. He told me to drop a suggestion in the comment box and I did just that. Word quickly got out (hmm... wonder how?) and all the troops started bitching a blue streak. The khakis closed ranks and looked for someone to throw under the bus. Guess who that was - Yours truly.
In less than 24 hours, I was charged by three senior enlisted and 1 officer under the UCMJ with articles 117, 90, 94, (because the MO signed off on it) and just for good measure, 134. Lucky for me, this happened on a Friday prior to a three day weekend. The 72 hours had passed and these hothead assholes calmed down enough to realize they were jumping the gun and looking like fools. They were, after all, saying that the very sailor they promoted to E5 at just three years of service and had nominated for BJOQ and JSOQ was the one and same they were trying to stone. They let it drop without recharging me.
Ultimately, the joke was on them since I picked up PO1 2 & 1/2 years later.My last words out the door to my Chief when I transferred out were "You should go blow your brains out." He did just that 3 months later. But that's another story for another time.
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