hello there...

there are some things in life which make me wonder...

yes yes i know violence and arms are some of them and you all think i'm going to write some long, self-righteous essay on it...
but no...

tonight i shall lower myself to more base affairs... it's time to bitch...

tonight i shall talk about the asshole who loves the army...
better known as The Military Freak...

"... the civilian in me never existed, I guess I was born to be a soldier."

somebody shoot me now... oh wait...
why not get him... then he can train to be the marksman he so wants to be...

anyways...

The Military Freak (MF), not to be confused with the Freak, Regular and Freak, Fitness (ha... but let's just say that certain groups do overlap), is a rare inhabitant of modern society. He is often of above average fitness, and his essential character traits may vary as with all other people, but one trait stands out, that of a devotion to the army and all things military (well duh...).
Having said so, however, one must be careful to make the point known that in most (try all...) cases, the MF possesses base and crude social skills. As such, this is often reflected in a penchant for sport, and as well as a rather, shall we say, variegated vocabulary.
Another point must also be made that most male species of the planet exhibit similar traits at youth. This is often but a passing phase and they should not be unfairly labeled as MF.

One overriding trait of the MF is a disdain for a non-military lifestyle,

"...their civilian mindsets, which means, slow, passive, etc."

This disdain stems from a belief in the superiority of the military and it's tenets, and may or may not be seen so commonly in the speech and writings of the common MF. However, one may also make out the case that the reason this view of military superiority is not seen to be held by all MF would be that not all of them hold the thinking and communication skills necessary for the expression of such thought.

(it would seem now that our subject Freak is of above average intelligence... how lucky...)

A moment of vacillation is often seen as a pivotal point in the lives of such people. This can be seen in lines such as that at the beginning, where the subject MF expresses the acceptance of such a lifestyle, as in the lines below,

"Something in me changed the moment I stepped in.....

*peaceful*....

Feels as if Tekong was where I was ment(sic) to be from the start."

Such expressions and desires can be compared to the complex feelings and emotions of the transgendered. They have often been documented to express a sense of belonging to the opposite sex. This is, of course, seen to a different degree in the case of the MF, who express desire to be part of a lifestyle thoroughly foreign to that which is commonly accepted by society. (oh fine so this is subjective and biased on my part... live with it...)

ok i think i've done enough damage...

i think you all get the point...

i dunno why... i suppose it's a vicious thing... but i keep going to his blog to read...
then i shiver uncontrollably and hastily close the window when i've read a few lines...

and oh by the way... none of those lines have been fabricated... it's all straight and unadultered from his blog...

of which i naturally shall not disclose... we should not be poking fun at poor deluded people should we...

i even wanted to get a few lines showcasing his command of the cruder side of the English language but i decided against it lest it taint the sanctity of my blog...

of course there's plenty more to say... but really... most of it is just wordless ravings on my part...

it involves plenty of arm-waving before the monitor as i read his words...
and cringing... there's a lot of that too...

seriously... i really wonder where these people come from... i mean... this guy had some seriously bad experiences in the army... he's dealt amply with that in his posts... yet he still seems to regard it as such a positive experience...

now i understand that negative experiences can be life-changing and thus positive...

but still...
get a life...