"THAT IS YOUR FUCKING MONEY IN THOSE PACKETS."
That was the first thing I thought when I saw it. I said to my wife, "Do you see that? That first stack of packets right there, at the end, on the right? Just the first stack? That is all of the taxes that I have been forced at gunpoint to pay to the IRS throughout my entire life, just in order to service the debt that the USG owes the Rothschilds for loaning us our own fucking money. Right there. In fucking Afghanistan. And they just gave it away." Our political, banking, and media classes have absolutely no idea how much I hate them right now. All of them. Every last one. Like a burning sun. At this point I hope they use all of it to buy nukes.
Right. The Taliban isn't going to save us though. Not even funny that it's come to the point that they sound more sensible in many areas over that pid in charge here.
A fellow Marine vet I work with asked what I thought and how I felt about Afghanistan. The civilian that has no idea about my past, because it is mine and I share it with who I choose to share it with, now knows I'm not nearly as calm and collected as I portray and appear. She also knows how much I pay attention to everything going on around me. She also responded as I expected her too because I triggered her fight or flight response and she went into self preservation mode. Hell, he didn't even get to finish saying Afghanistan before I started. I even went into this, I've fully revealed my level to two people I work with.
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