Get right, before you get left? Listen, princess, I know that you don’t have any actual leadership, in the Marines. Let me step in, for a second; I promise that I’ll let you get back to eating crayons, on Twitch. Nobody on your team gets left behind. Ever. For any reason, at all. You don’t exist, outside of your team. When someone on your team dies, a part of you dies. You live amongst professional soldiers, some of the finest trained killers to ever live, who would die for you, no questions asked, no crying on YouTube, no GoFundMe pity party.
I hate to interrupt your photo op of you briefly carrying an unequipped soldier, with your little pail, there, but let’s talk about those boomers. And I don’t mean politically, I mean the soldiers, who preceded you. The young men who were drafted, or sold a bad bag of goods. The ones who went to die in Vietnam. Have you ever heard the nightmarish screams, from a man reliving the jungles, in his sleep? Have you ever seen a torso, with something that could be said to have once resembled legs, attached? Have you ever seen a man disappear down a hole, and then you run over, to see him with a bamboo pole, through his chest, desperately spending his last breaths, begging for him mon to help him?
Just get pregnant, now. Nobody will blame you. Go on OnlyFans, make your tainted whore money, and raise your crippled trans kid. This isn’t your world. It never was, and never will be.
Get right, before you get left? Listen, princess, I know that you don’t have any actual leadership, in the Marines. Let me step in, for a second; I promise that I’ll let you get back to eating crayons, on Twitch. Nobody on your team gets left behind. Ever. For any reason, at all. You don’t exist, outside of your team. When someone on your team dies, a part of you dies. You live amongst professional soldiers, some of the finest trained killers to ever live, who would die for you, no questions asked, no crying on YouTube, no GoFundMe pity party.
I hate to interrupt your photo op of you briefly carrying an unequipped soldier, with your little pail, there, but let’s talk about those boomers. And I don’t mean politically, I mean the soldiers, who preceded you. The young men who were drafted, or sold a bad bag of goods. The ones who went to die in Vietnam. Have you ever heard the nightmarish screams, from a man reliving the jungles, in his sleep? Have you ever seen a torso, with something that could be said to have once resembled legs, attached? Have you ever seen a man disappear down a hole, and then you run over, to see him with a bamboo pole, through his chest, desperately spending his last breaths, begging for him mon to help him?
Just get pregnant, now. Nobody will blame you. Go on OnlyFans, make your tainted whore money, and raise your crippled trans kid. This isn’t your world. It never was, and never will be.
Try coaching them up instead.
They are baiting us into negativity because it's a spiritual war. They're playing us.
Don't take the bait.
Give attention to God. Not to scumbags.