The town where I work digusts me. A haven for all things patriotic and Ameri-centric. A city obsessed with the flowing of the military industrial complex. And why shouldn't it? It's next to, practically part of, the largest military installation in the world. Every day, these people, these cogs in America's Army of One come into my place of business like they own the store. Like everything should be handed to them on a goddamn brass plate. They expect us to bend over backwards and otherwise for them. They expect military discounts on everything they purchase, because without them this town would be nothing. Very true. It would. It would be just another hiccough on Texas HWY 190. They become irate when they are told that they don't get a military discount. Surprise surprise. You're not on base, and we're not the PX. Why in the hell would you expect something for nothing. Welcome to the real America, Joe. I do, however, get the impression every day of what it must be like in Iraq. People coming in and thinking that they're in charge just because they're in fatigues. Total shit. They come in, lord over you, tell you how to do your job, and are nothing but bitchy and condescending. Meh. I also hate their stupid wives, girlfriends, fianceés and relationship mistakes. Girls that where around at the right time in the right place for some drunk horny GI to come along and put his dick into. Inebriated and Desperate are the only reasons I can think of when I see these women with their convoy of children. These women wearing clothing that they should have thrown away when their vaginas started bleeding. These women impersonating a popped can of biscuits. Honey, it's not going back in. Buy a bigger a shirt. With all of the training these men receive in the Army, you think that they might have had one class that's entire purpose was the instruction of rolling a condom onto their penis. Overbearing self-important gun jockeys and their angry dour sacks-of-flesh women. The men march about with chests held pompous barking orders to minimum-wage strangers while their women squat in the aisles and grunt out another baby loaf. god bless america.