What made me hate niggers?

[EverydayNeverEnds]

Thank you being in the Army, and defending America (which I am not sure our Army is doing these days).
I get where you're coming from, You also likely had to hear their loudness, their ignorant music, the horrific lack of proper English.
Be careful out there, don't do anything to jeopardize your service record or benefits.
Just another reminder fro all of us, do not let a nigga cost you your job, life or legal troubles, not worth it for now, better times are ahead.

[Unregistered]

Thank you being in the Army, and defending America (which I am not sure our Army is doing these days).
I get where you're coming from, You also likely had to hear their loudness, their ignorant music, the horrific lack of proper English.
Be careful out there, don't do anything to jeopardize your service record or benefits.
Just another reminder fro all of us, do not let a nigga cost you your job, life or legal troubles, not worth it for now, better times are ahead.

I'm the guy that made the original post. I've been out of the military for about a decade now, and I have PTSD, but when I have nightmares, it's almost always the niggers that pop up in my dreams. It's like having Kafka-esque dreams where Murphy's Law is the only law in effect, and everything that can go wrong in my dreams will go wrong, and I wake up sweating and screaming sometimes. It's super stressful when you are dreaming and just lucid enough to recognize that "this" was not how things happened in real life. Bad things happened, but when even worse things happen in your dreams, it does not give you warm fuzzies. I mean, bad things happening when fighting the enemy is one thing, but bad things happening with people that are supposed to be fighting on the same side is just... unpleasant.

A few months ago I adopted a kitten, which seems to help out a lot, even if she wasn't trained to help with those particular issues. It's oddly comforting to be able to sleep next to someone that I know will never hurt me (unless I do something stupid like roll over onto her in the middle of the night, or I fail to pay attention while walking around my house and accidentally kick her which is technically my fault, and I always feel bad about that, but I'm getting better at not doing those things), aside from play fighting, which is a common thing among kittens, and she's already learned to avoid breaking my skin with her teeth or claws (I over exaggerated my discomfort, nonverbally, when it happened, and she picked up on things fairly quick). Also having a kitty that seems to get excited and meows "hello," and lets me pet her when she sees me walking in the door after a day of work is a nice feeling. She's going to be a housecat, though, because I'm a little paranoid about letting her roam around the urban jungle. There are a lot of bad people and niggers out there. And cars, which can be pet unfriendly.

I tried registering, but it just asked me for my email address. I'll check again tomorrow. It was S*D*R(numbers)@gmail.com. Naturally, it's abbreviated because I don't want to put it out there for everyone to see, but I am interested in joining this site. I picked the address name because it was thematically in tune with being a sergeant that was also in charge of niggers.

[tweakstick]

Sgt. Unreggie,

Sorry to hear about all your problems with the niggers and dealing with the aftermath. I too experienced more than my share of tap dancing around trying not to fall victim to their evil ways. The closest I ever came to having my chevrons ripped off of my shoulder was due to a nigger, a quadroon and a nigger lover. The first two worked for me. The last was my chief. They were all three GIGUNDO FAT ASSED lesbians. They were all three sworn to my destruction and discharge/removal from the Navy with only one year to go until retirement. I did nothing wrong by any stretch of the UCMJ or the imagination. These worthless slug stank pigs simply hated me because I was a straight white male in charge and they were willing to do or say anything to destroy me both personally and professionally.

It took me a long time to get over that shit especially since it cost me any chance of making further rank but eventually I just said screw it. My sanity was more important so I picked up my marbles and went home quietly at 20 active with my honorable DD214. I don't even think about them anymore. They all got theirs in the end. One is missing (suicide?) , seemingly dropped off of the planet. Another got the boot for being 80 pounds overweight and failing 4 consecutive PRT's. The last lost her clearance and rating specialty after stealing a chief's credit cards (to the tune of $20K) and her merkin husband got caught smoking weed in base housing. Although she should have been sent to the brig, she was sent to Iraq before being finally sent packing.

So, yes - I can understand where you're coming from as many of us can. You are among friends now and you are definitely welcome here.

Pull up a chair and crack a cold one, brother.

[Tar Remover]

Sgt. Unreggie,

Sorry to hear about all your problems with the niggers and dealing with the aftermath. I too experienced more than my share of tap dancing around trying not to fall victim to their evil ways. The closest I ever came to having my chevrons ripped off of my shoulder was due to a nigger, a quadroon and a nigger lover. The first two worked for me. The last was my chief. They were all three GIGUNDO FAT ASSED lesbians. They were all three sworn to my destruction and discharge/removal from the Navy with only one year to go until retirement. I did nothing wrong by any stretch of the UCMJ or the imagination. These worthless slug stank pigs simply hated me because I was a straight white male in charge and they were willing to do or say anything to destroy me both personally and professionally.

It took me a long time to get over that shit especially since it cost me any chance of making further rank but eventually I just said screw it. My sanity was more important so I picked up my marbles and went home quietly at 20 active with my honorable DD214. I don't even think about them anymore. They all got theirs in the end. One is missing (suicide?) , seemingly dropped off of the planet. Another got the boot for being 80 pounds overweight and failing 4 consecutive PRT's. The last lost her clearance and rating specialty after stealing a chief's credit cards (to the tune of $20K) and her merkin husband got caught smoking weed in base housing. Although she should have been sent to the brig, she was sent to Iraq before being finally sent packing.

So, yes - I can understand where you're coming from as many of us can. You are among friends now and you are definitely welcome here.

Pull up a chair and crack a cold one, brother.

Wow Tweak, what a gut wreching story. May they all burn in hell.

[Jim Crow]

Personally,I couldn’t do it.I have never been around niggers much.A bit in high school.Grm class.And I hated it.I picked the advanced advanced math,and english classes every year because there were only 1-2 in the class.Contractors I worked for may have hired a useless monkey to work on the crew on occasion.But,I would do what I had to in order to avoid it and get it fired.I been running my own show for 30 yrs!No nigger workers.Maybe a nigger in household I work at on occasion. My life is 90% + nigger free!