Kids

[Gunny]

Okay, so I'm watching ID at 3 AM and the show is about some dude the whole town had pegged for Chester the Molester and went on some serious rants about how he wasn't normal, blah, blah ... Turned out "Mr Normal" was the child molester and not the guy that likes kids. Eggs on face, BEE-gin.

So I got my 2 brain cells together and was thinking. My grandfather would stop by after work when we were stationed here (when I was a kid) and just watch me and my brother play. I remember busting him a few times. By accident. I was too young at the time. He wasn't weird. He was just watching us play. You do that sh*t now and you'd have a posse after your tail end.

Reason I thought about it is because some of the school kids say hi and wave to me on the way home from the bus. I only wave at the Mexican and black kids because the PC white people are too weird for me. Now, if anyone is wondering what the old man sitting on the bench on the front porch is thinking ... it's what a freakin goof. Look. There's a cactus. Let's go touch it. Sh*t. Didn't the whole last year you tried this teach your rock a$$ anything? I even told them not to touch it last year. Hell no. The littlest one just has to see how close he can get.

The white people would probably sue me. You're cactus attacked our sh*t-for-brains kid. Since he's too dumb to get in the Guard, we gots to make some government money somehow.

Point is when was it not okay to like kids? Once upon a time ... Gunny was a recruit minus zero on his way back from Turkey and conned a West German soldier into buying me a 5 cent hershey bar. Believe it or not, on a passenger train My mother had no idea where I was. Now, if you think I speak German and that German spoke English, I got some swampland in West Texas for sale.

So, today's lesson is: I hate haters. Figure it out.

[Elessar]

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So, today's lesson is: I hate haters. Figure it out.

Haters have a one-track mind.

They need, no - thrive on having something to hate, no matter what it is.