Drawin’ Stuff

This week, I’ve been having trouble finding motivation. I’ve been on break from school for the last couple weeks, and the burn out I was experiencing during the Summer Term apparently hasn’t subsided yet. I’m also running thin on topics to talk about… so maybe I’ll just draw pictures and talk about them. Or maybe I’ll talk about characters I’ve drawn, and then draw them. Yes, I think I’ll do that.

Since an early age, I have loved to draw. Drawing allows for an expression of the imagination that is more easily accessible to writing for me, in some ways. If I want, I can just doodle a random character, or whatever; I don’t need a context foe that character’s existence or current activity. The character can just be standing there in a void, with a blank expression on his or her face. To write something requires more thought and/or inspiration, and just writing a character description with no context or story would feel weird to me. Also, when I was younger, I didn’t have the robust vocabulary I have now. Anyway, I remember making “books,” which consisted of several pieces of notebook paper, folded together and stapled at the middle. I think I’d fill these up occasionally, but a lot of them probably ended up with a lot of blank pages.

Some time in Grade School, when I was reading Archie Sonic all the time, I came up with some kangaroo character, named Paul (because I asked my brother what a good kangaroo name would be, and he said that), heavily inspired by the Dunkaroos kangaroo. I drew some pictures of Paul with a joey he rescued from some cyberpunk animal villains, including some rabbit with metal jaws, like the James Bond villain.


At some point, he got injured, and was given cybernetic parts, while the joey character looked on.


I imagined Paul participating in Sonic the Hedgehog stories, too, and also singing New Order songs (because Bizarre Love Triangle became my favorite song around the time I came up with him). He’s survived in some shape or form up until now, existing in my “Back in the Day” storyline with Scarlet, as some drunk, disgraced fencer.


I don’t think any other characters from back then have survived.

In my Sophomore year of High School, I started really hanging out with my current group of friends. Some of them liked to draw little comic strips during class; generally, they were completely random and absurd, which was hilarious to us. I decided to try making comics, too, and my first two characters were named Alex and Joel, after two of my friends (but were nothing like them).


Alex was a squirtel-looking thing, and Joel was like an anthropomorphic onion or something, with a bulge on top that kept on getting destroyed, thus killing him. The last one of these I drew, I introduced a hooded, shadowy character with glowing eyes that represented myself, and he killed them both. That character became Torea, the Dark Elf.


The first Dark Elf comic was originally gonna be a one-off, and was titled “The Dark Elf vs The Drunken Dwarf,” or something. He just immediately stabbed the dwarf, and the comic ended, I think. The Dark Elf had a black sword that emanated with black energy or something, and he growled (which I wrote as “errrr” instead of “grrrr,” which I realized made him seem confused.)


Obviously, he was very easy to draw. At some point, his hood came off, and he was a pale-skinned elf with white hair or something, but then I put the hood back on and dropped the “Dark Elf” part altogether, so he’s just a demon or something. “Torea” was a name a friend came up with (and later, the same friend made a “tarea/homework” joke. You came up with the name, dude!) Torea used to kill and rape other characters all the time, because I liked to draw the horrified/pained expressions on his victims’ faces, and my friends thought it was funny/ridiculous. Since growing up, I’ve come to recognize rape as a pretty terrible and all too real thing, and not something to joke about. As a result, I don’t really draw him much anymore, because I don’t know what to do with him. I suppose I could just draw him cheerfully being a horrible person, as I often did in the past, but eh.


The next of my permanent cast (more or less) is “Lady Snake,” an assassin sent to kill Torea. Instead, he professes his love for her (and his desire to bang her), and she is so confused about it that they just end up together, apparently. Also, she is literally just a pink, talking snake, making their relationship really weird.


A lot of friends have said that she is their favorite character, because she suffers a lot of embarrassment and exasperation at the hands of her “husband.” Also, she has a tendency to make sarcastic observations while still trying to maintain a kind mother persona (even though she started as an assassin). The two have married and divorced twice, and remain divorced now. She, like pretty much everyone else, is terrified of him.

After Lady Snake, I introduced a fox character, who represented myself.


At first, I drew him wearing a night cap for some reason, and then I gave him a backwards hat. Then, he changed sex. Then, he switched back, but the female version remained a character named “Tammy,” who had pupil-and-irisless eyes, for some reason.


Then she looked normal and wore a hoody and a t-shirt, and they started “dating.” It was weird that the male me was dating the female me, so I tried to distance the two characters and myself, naming the male me “Telegraph” (after my screen name on a message board) and setting him up as a separate character (but everyone who read the comics back then remembered that Telegraph and Tammy were the male and female me… heh….) At some point, I just decided that they looked too similar, did away with Tammy, and brought in Bre the cat. Around then, I also changed Telegraph’s name to “Todd,” in an attempt to completely separate him from myself. Over the years, I tried to make him sound smart and cynical (like Daria), but I didn’t feel like that was working, so he just became a straight man of sorts. Currently, he plays the foil in most of my blog entries, heh.

Early on, I introduced a dragoness named “Linda,” who was the reason that Lady Snake and Torea got a divorce (Linda had human female anatomy, and Lady Snake didn’t, after all).


Linda also had pupil-and-irisless eyes for the first several years of her existence, for some reason… dunno what my deal was. She didn’t have much of a personality; I just liked drawing her cleavage. Eventually, I decided I wanted Lady Snake and Torea to get back together, so Torea divorced Linda. She hung around for a little bit, but then disappeared for a while. I brought her back for a little bit to be stalked by Torea (because he could no longer get at Lady Snake), and she now had pupils and irises. Pretty much now, she’s really anxious all the time, and kind of a bimbo.


Then, I drew a “kangaroo chick” named “Lara,” who was home schooled, and thus very naïve and sweet. She wore a zipped up hoody, and had a bunch of piercings in her eyebrows and ears.


Pretty much, she was exposed to a lot of horribleness by the other characters but remained the same… until a slime creature gave her a hug. Evidently, that was the last straw, and she became this ill-tempered, snappy character, who wore a black tube top with the jolly roger symbol on it, and wore black lipstick and eyeliner.


In most of her more recent appearances, she’s been a lot more even-tempered and cool (and often-times a badass who shoots antagonists with a gun), but she has been more or less replaced by a bunny character named “Esther,” who has all the same piercings, but wears a black t-shirt with the anarchy symbol instead (and who I’ve portrayed as super nice, for some reason. Not naïve, however, and she can be just as snappy as Lara was, when provoked.)


I think my next character was Spike the Lizard, who was gonna replace Todd, for whatever reason. However, I decided his design was way too 80s bad-butt, so I brought Todd back, and made Spike really stupid.


For example, at one point, he got shot in the head, and talked about being “dead,” even though he was still up and walking around. Anyway, there were probably a few characters in between, but I’m just gonna talk about his brother Jay right now.


Jay is based on all the cynical, anarchistic, douchey people in the punk rock scene (or just on the internet); his purpose is more or less to make some ridiculous statement or argument based in rebellion against the establishment, or to judge someone as being a poseur. He is also the lead singer in some crappy band that Lara (or Esther?) and Spike are also in. He was dating Lara, but then broke up with her because she had a real job and was thus a “poseur.”

There was also this punk squirrel character that showed up before Jay, whose name I don’t recall. His role was to represent the rowdy, immature punk, who just wants to be able to do whatever he feels like. I wanted to base him on a real life person I’ve known for several years, but I don’t think it would work. So he was in the comic for a little bit, but then disappeared for a while (and to be honest, it’s been several years since I’ve drawn a proper “72nd and a 3rd,” with an ongoing storyline, so technically, he’s still gone).


“Bre” the cat (named after Seattle singer/songwriter Bre Loughlin) started off as a really quiet character, who Todd confided in (and who offered snarky comments every once in a while).


As my real life relationship became more real to me, I became more confident in developing Bre’s relationship with Todd. Then, however, my relationship ended horribly, so I mostly just vaguely hint at something there if I draw them together. Also, she’s a waitress, and she has a little brother named Milo (named after Descendents frontman Milo Aukerman). They both live with her mom still, and she’s responsible for him. Milo is a curious, intelligent kid, who’s prone to acting without common sense. Pretty much, he’s kinda become my avatar whenever I draw scenes from my past, because initially when I drew my story about Basic, it was gonna be him. I think.

Whenever Bre came around, Tammy came back as a police officer, completely removed from Todd (they don’t even know each other in that “new” continuation). I try to portray her as super sweet, unless something really pisses her off; then she gets badass. Her very first comic back, she got shot to death by the villain, but then came back inexplicably and killed him, later on.


“Detective Sniff” is a rat who started as a weird one-off character who went around smelling everyone, flagrantly and shamelessly invading their personal space.


His very next appearance, he was a serious character, who didn’t sniff anyone at all and got a wardrobe change. His role was to get bewildered and frustrated by the way everyone around him was acting. He also had the hots for Tammy, who initially rejected him, but then later on… vagueness.


There’s also a crazy cyborg character named Johnny, who survived the abandonment of my first attempt at a book series, a la Scarlet. Carries around a big hammer with a rifle attached to it (a “gun mallet,” an idea one of my friends came up with). Can be controlled with the right programming, which he hates.


Also with Paul and Scarlet in the “Back in the Day” storyline, there was an idiot guardsman named Doran (who I’m thinking should maybe just be obfuscating stupidity, and really be Scarlet’s handler, if I ever revisit this story). He was the main character in the book I deleted; he was neither stupid nor obfuscating stupidity in that. His adoptive father, Leo, is another fox character, though I dunno if I’m gonna keep using him.


There’s a bunch of other characters that I’ve put in little strips, but these are the important ones that have actually been in 72nd and a 3rd. Aside from maybe Frank. frankAnd Dry Bones. frankanddrybonesAnd Janette.frankdbandjanette And Ricky.janetteandricky And AYSR.rickyandaysr

And Steve Beaver. And STOS.


STOS is correct.

In All Honesty (USAF)

So it was totally my plan to make a blog about how shitty the attitude is towards young people in the Air Force. I was gonna go through articles about some kind of abuse or another happening in the military, take snap shots of all the negative comments about new recruits, and post them here, saying, “Young People: The Military Doesn’t Want You! Here’s why…” I did find a number of gems, such as some comments I found on a military.com article about SSgt Ellis, an MTI who was convicted of abusing trainees. She threatened to cut of a dude’s genitalia, made them do PT in the nude, and wanted to fistfight them (she also threatened trainees against talking if someone asked them how one of their wingmen got a black eye). I also found accusations that she broke an airman’s back. Here are the thoughts of these wonderful individuals:


That’s right! Take it from this individual with a PHD in psychology, I’m sure: PTSD only occurs when something blows up in front of you. Personality Disorders will NEVER develop from something humiliating, like being made to perform PT naked in front of your female MTI… Also, they don’t deserve basic needs, fuck them.


“Pinko Left.” Because nothing says “commie sympathizer” like values that demand decent treatment of fellow human beings. … … …what does Communism have to do with this situation?! Also, again, these trainees were made to perform PT naked in front of this woman, and she also probably gave one of them a black eye and threatened them against talking about it.


Or a haven for people who are not douchebags. One of the two.


And there’s the kicker. The person who complains about new airmen-or “millennials”-generalizing an entire generation of individuals (and by the way, “millennials” is a generation that goes back to like ’82. People in their mid 30’s are millennials.) Everyone who’s come in since the start of the decade is a worthless, whiny, dirtbag airman, and any discussion that offers the slightest opportunity is worthy of bitching about this. “In my day, we punched people in the face, and they didn’t complain! Now we punch them in the face, and all the sudden, there’s an IG investigation! Airmen need to know their place! And no, they’re not allowed to punch me back; they’re just supposed to take it!” I’ve seen and heard this line of thought a million times when I was still in. The old way is the best way, because that’s the way we always did it. AKA the reason the Air Force is stuck in the Dark Ages.

That was the blog I was gonna write. However, the more I looked around, the more I saw something I didn’t expect; people being decent to one another. On the Air Force Subreddit, a new airman asks a question, and the people who respond treat the question respectfully and seriously. No accusations of worthlessness or whatnot. Still elsewhere, on another website, the same story about SSgt Ellis is reported, and there are people saying that she betrayed a sacred trust, that she deserved the maximum sentence, and that the airmen didn’t deserve what she put them through. This coming from NCOs, Senior NCOs, and Officers alike. I was astounded. It seems that not so long ago, any article I found that talked about an NCO acting abusively would lead to NCOs in the comment section blaming the abused airman. Something has changed.

In light of these findings, I have to be fair; I saw more positive, supportive comments than I did of dirtbag NCOs, complaining about airmen and telling them to fall in line. Perhaps my perception of reality was not entirely correct…


Well, that goes without saying.


Well, I inserted like 4 screenshots; don’t those count as pictures?


Oh well, I have no shame. I reuse half my images, anyway.


I got lazy this week, so maybe I’ll make it up next week. Maybe. We’ll see.



In a suburb, about a 30-minute drive from Arkansas’s state capitol, situated in a green, forested, hilly area, you will find an Air Force base. It is not among the biggest bases you will find, but it is pleasant to look at; near the back gate, you will find a couple of the base’s parks, built around a large and small lake, respectively. Residents enjoy fishing, camping, picnicking, and walking down various paths at these parks. One might sit at a bench next to a small pond off the small lake, and reflect on the animals, plants, and water that can be seen there. I often did. There is a whole lot of pleasantness that can be seen around the base, like this. Peaceful, you might consider this place. Pretty, even.

To enjoy the sights-at least with any frequency-however, you must be a member of the US Air Force. Specifically, you must be a member of the either the 314th or 19th Airlift Wings. I’m not sure what life is like for a 19th Airman; sounds like they have a lot of exercises, Group PT, etc. They also frequently deploy, being a part of the Air Mobility Command. The 19th is also the host unit of the base, and all base services are run through them; the D-Fac, the Post Office, the Gym, the Personnel Center, etc. I can’t be sure, but they seem to enjoy a great deal of comradery in that wing, and their airmen seem generally happy. I could be wrong; I was never a 19th Airman. I was 314th.

When I arrived at the base back in February of 2012, I was super nervous; all these Senior NCOs and Officers walking around! Surely, I would do something awkward, and they would devour my soul! Except… they didn’t really seem to care that I was there, surprisingly.  No, they seemed more concerned about going about their daily business than messing with me. A drastic change from BMT or Tech School. As I’ve talked about in the past, my then-girlfriend’s family picked me up out of Tech School, and drove me to the base. When I first arrived, I was supposed to be greeted by an individual called a “sponsor,” who would show me around the base and tell me about stuff. He wasn’t there. Instead, they were going to send an NCO. That NCO was sick. So they sent this other NCO, who showed me my room. I watched him walk straight through the grass outside the dorms, and I was shocked; you don’t do that! Except that you do, because only MTIs and MTLs care about that shit.

My dorm was one of the nicer ones, I suppose; I was in a suite with four rooms, and three other people. Each room had its own bathroom and furniture, and out in the common area, there were couches, comfy chairs, a kitchen area, and a tv with cable. Across the common area from me lived my first roommate from tech school, who gave me a big hug when he saw me, heh (I will always remember my introduction to him; I was being shown to our room, he saw me down the hallway, and came running at me, yelling, “STAY AWAY FROM MY ROOM!” He did not want a roommate, lol.) So the living arrangement seemed nice, but when I went back to my dorm, I didn’t really see anyone else or talk to anyone else… Especially when I got internet.

The first weekend there was a four-day weekend, the first couple of days of which my girlfriend and her family were there… and then they left. And I didn’t know what to do with myself for the next two days, because everything was so much more spread out, here; at Tech School, there was a mini mall-like place a very short walk away from the squadron, with a food court where I could buy a beer, and a Game Crazy where I could buy games. There were also more people I knew that I could interact with, if I wanted to; after I initially saw him, my former roommate made himself scarce. So I watched some DVDs on my computer. Probably also played my 3DS.

The first day of work, I was very nervous and shy, and had a bunch people be like, “ya better not be!” I awkwardly got to know some people, and kinda warmed up to them. I was still very much in my robotic state from tech school for the first few months, however. If I recall correctly. That first year… things seemed reasonably okay in that office. Most people had a sarcastic, snarky sense of humor about them, and nothing seemed like a huge deal. Some of the NCOs and Senior NCOs seemed really grumpy-snappy, but I wasn’t incredibly worried about that. I was also reasonably happy because of the ex… which I’ve gone over many times in the past. The point is that everything seemed new and bearable still. I wouldn’t find out until the next year what that office was all about.

My first bit of hostility came from our first First Shirt. Before he was our shirt, this guy was a quality assurance guy, and they were right down the hall from us, so we’d already seen quite a bit of him. He came down and chewed us out because I was apparently wearing inappropriate headgear with my blues while raising the flag (we didn’t know; we’d been allowed to wear that headgear in tech school). He informed us that at this point in his career, he’d already been thrown up against a wall, I think for less?


As a first shirt, he was responsible for inspecting our dorm rooms. Before he inspected us, I had already been inspected by a staff sergeant, who thought my stuff looked great. With this first shirt… I was within a couple points of failing the two times he inspected me. Every first shirt that came after never marked me down for anything. I was there for the second time this shirt inspected my room; he went into every nook and cranny, made sure I could reach the top of my blinds, etc. As he put his inspection paper down on my bed, he glared into my eyes. This guy also casually, proudly told us a story once about how he got a guy kicked out, and this was his second person he got kicked out. Very impressive. At the time, I looked at him as a stern, but reasonable authority figure with a bit of a sense of humor. As time wore on, I came to think of him as a bullying asshole.

Eventually, I recognized that no one who had been there for a long time seemed happy. Everyone seemed drained of their enthusiasm for what they were doing, and had a cynical perspective of most things that were going on around them.


A senior airman had a habit of declaring, “Nope! Still don’t wanna be here!” NCOs frequently grumbled about their Senior NCO and Officer superiors, quite openly. At least they didn’t seem to mind that I was sitting right there and could hear them, anyway. In that way, I developed the idea that anyone outside of our office was a bit of a buffoon, and it was okay-or at least socially acceptable-to mock them when they weren’t around. Either that, or in our office, we were all together; us vs everyone else. Whoever they were complaining about, I bought into the idea that that person was no good, as per these coworkers of mine had been here longer and knew more than me. I was also the golden child that year, somewhat; I tested great, and I stayed out of trouble. Even that strict first shirt put me up as an example of how to be to the other airmen. I still wasn’t always happy, though; I often felt isolated, and homesick. The relationships I’d had in BMT and Tech School just weren’t there, and everyone did their own thing after work (probably had a lot to do with why I increasingly put pressure on my ex to make me happy…)

…I had thought about talking about the people I worked with individually at this point, and had even written like 4 paragraphs, each devoted to a single person, but then I realized that there were like ten or fifteen people left to go, so I’ve decided against that. To summarize, there was: an annoying little shit who was like a little brother that I never had; a strict, vindictive bitch for a supervisor; a laid back supervisor who got booted because he stopped caring; a supervisor who didn’t care-and who at times seemed barely alive-but knew how to play the game, so survived the whole three and a half years I knew him;  a ridiculously nice supervisor, who may have been too nice for his own good, but who was by far the best supervisor I had; a goofy, nerdy, nice NCO, who left early on; my 18-year-old roommate from Tech School, who had a fricken’ mouth and got away with murder at times, lol; a nice kid with a pride issue, who wasn’t good at the job and also occasionally got away with murder; a totally laid back dude, who I don’t think ever pissed me off, and who I would have debates with about “who was the man;” a nice girl, but on that was manipulative and inevitably cried wolf; a dramatic, frequently irritating girl, who pissed everyone off but who I thought was relatively nice; a dude who could be cool, but could also be pretentious, lazy, and hypocritical; a dude who could’ve been my favorite person there, if he could get over himself, accept dissention to his preconceived notions, and actually consider what the other person had to say (and lord help you if you got on his shit list); a Senior NCO who came in at the end, and reminded me of Rob Lowe’s character from Parks and Rec. That’s just the people in my own career field that I worked with during my time there. There was a closely associated career field to our own who were in the same office, but I don’t think I’ll get into them. Some of them were really cool. Some of them pissed me off. Some of them did both. So it goes.

Now, I’m not quite sure what exactly made being in that office so miserable for everyone; there were times when everyone seemed to be getting along fine, but things still felt like shit. People have told me many times that since we were Air Education and Training Command, that our culture was way different from regular air force; the term “Airman Eternally Treated as Children” often got thrown around, and kind of made sense in our context. Especially towards the end, we were a small organization, so anything that went a little bit wrong was a big deal, down to a font not being right for the slides at the morning production meeting. Wearing those abu tops was friggen’ uncomfortable, as they’d ride up into your armpits and get all sweaty, but if you got up, you DAMN WELL had better have them on-even in the ludicrously hot and humid Arkansas summer-because appearances or whatever. What might’ve made things worse was that the two airmen who had just come to the office a couple years before us had had to deal with some real anal and shitty NCOs, who didn’t put up with shit from them. So when they saw us not getting in trouble for every minor detail, they got upset. If an NCO is wanting you to take it up the ass, by god, you better take it up the ass and not say anything! And there were still some highly douchey NCOs around when I first got there…

My counselor frequently commented that we seemed to have a lot of time on our hands when I’d tell her about disputes in the office. We did. That was probably a large part of the problem as well, as we’d often be sitting there, bored to death. It was mind-numbing. But we had better make sure that we somehow looked busy! Those taxpayers don’t expect us to just sit on our butts; they expect us to find pointless busywork to do! To me, it felt like being on call, just in an office the whole time, but apparently some thought that we should’ve been constantly pouring over data and records, and innovating the way we did the job (even though no one would’ve payed attention and implemented our ideas if we did those things, anyway. I experienced that at least twice). Not to mention that right over there, the NCOs are talking about the Walking Dead or some such thing for half of the morning… but these new airmen! Ho boy! They’re the worthless, lazy ones! Still, everyone complained that, no matter how high up the chain you got, you had to play the yes man to the next person up on the chain (I even had the commander complain about this once).

So maybe the issue is that the Air Force culture is one wherein you’re not supposed to question the person with one more stripe than you, ever, because they’ve been in the Air Force longer than you have? We just automatically defer to the higher ranking person, regardless of how wrong and/or shitty whatever they’re saying is, because we can’t possibly detract from that chain of command!  Essentially, there’s no checks and balances in this system, so General Welsh can declare that the Air Force can look through your private phone for whatever reason it feels like, because airmen have no reasonable expectation of privacy. Also, a commander can order the physical removal of a civilian from a retirement ceremony the civilian was invited to, for any reason he feels like.


Is it archaic? Is it bullshit? Yes, yes it is, on both accounts.

A lot of questionable things happened in that office. A lot of things that, from an airman’s perspective, looked like someone was playing favorites. There was selective memory, selective perception, selective maturity, and selective hearing, by a number of our NCOs. We had an airman threatened that he better not take his complaints up the chain, because there was no point in it. We had that same airman a few years later threatened with progressive paperwork until he was kicked out of the Air Force if he “went behind the NCO’s back again.” We had an airman getting in trouble for reporting when he was threatened by another airman. We had a very nice, politician-like excuse for why all of these things had to take place (and those three things I mentioned happened to another airman). It is what it is.

I’ve talked at length about what happened to me after that first year there, in past blogs. To summarize: some people who seemed cool at first turned out to not be so cool; the office’s perception of me changed drastically from the first year, and I was seen as a troublemaker; I lost most respect for the Air Force’s traditions, customs and courtesies when I perceived that I was no longer being given the respect I thought I deserved; the menial bs and the monotony, coupled with AFPC never sending me anywhere else, caused me to become just as dead inside as everyone else seemed; a lot of road construction happened on base; a lot of issues with finance occurred; etc., etc. After that first year, very little seemed new or interesting anymore. Basically, it just seemed like a lot of bullshit.

I’d say that when one individual in our office became an NCO, I got to know him a lot better; he genuinely cared about his airmen, and tried to help us in any way that he could. I feel that, when he was around, he shielded me from a lot of bs. I can never be grateful enough to that dude. He was probably the best friend I had there. When another dude became an NCO… oh boy… He was already extremely pushy as an airman, extremely idealistic, and ready to make sure that not just he, but everyone around him acted like a perfect boy scout. As an NCO, he finally had the power he’d always wanted, and lost most tack in discussing what he wanted from us (this was the guy who texted me while I was still flying back to base, in order to tell me that I had to come in early on my first day back, with no pleasantry or asking me how I was doing or anything. First contact from him in a month.) His claim is that he “doesn’t want to baby anyone.” There’s a difference between babying someone and treating them like a robot though, dude. Dude can be a really good dude too, and he was frequently my favorite person to be around, but… he has a lot to learn about his approach towards his subordinates. That he may never learn, because it sounds like the current Section Chief is perfectly fine with this approach, regardless of his airmen being miserable. So yeah; that’s a stark contrast in supervising styles between these two.

If it sounds like I’m being highly critical, that’s because I am. If it sounds like I’m still a bit bitter about things that happened, that’s because I am. There are things in these blogs that have been coming for the last three and a half years, and I indict a shitty culture that I had to participate in. Complaints and/or concerns were never met with a reevaluation of the situation, or sole-searching; they were always met with tightening the rope around the neck. There are deep issues within that institution that aren’t going to go away any time soon, or possibly ever, because it’s a society of yes men, of people playing a game, of not taking a bullet for someone getting shot at-in fact, it’s a culture of shoving someone else in the bullet’s way, so you don’t get hit.


Sorry to the people who are still in that I respect. I met a lot of good, honest, and generous people, and this shit isn’t their fault, but there’s also nothing they can do about it, either. To all those good, honest, generous people, I wish the best of luck, and I hope they get all the benefits and good fortune that they deserve, because they are the ones that exemplify what a member of the service is supposed to be.

Anyway, if you go to that base now, chances are that you will be going to the 19th Wing; the 314th has been almost entirely contracted out (or will be next spring, or something). Bless your lucky stars that you don’t have to work in the 314th Group Building. Bless your lucky. Ass. Stars.


…that’s enough bitching for one day.