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Because one is a terror attack where 130 died. The other is a bunch of spoiled brats complaining about fecal graffiti.

A space for the safety of Wheat Thins Americans is NOT pathetic. This blog aims to provide support and bacon for victims of reverse oppression and will not tolerated bigotry.

Well if anyone is interested in reading any of my personal stories; I have a treat for y'all. Heres a gem from my days at The Military College of South Carolina. I spent only one semester there due partially to money, and partially due to a sudden case of common sense coming down in November. I originally posted this story at brokengrayline (The Broken Grey Line). Its a blog where dissatisfied former Cadets talk about Good Ol' El Cid. If y'all like this may bring over more, or put down new stories from my days there. 

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At the Citadel there is a practice known as Tornadoing rooms. This is when an upperclassmen goes through your room and basically messes everything up. It happens to everyone to varying degrees. Typically it ends with your bed having to be remade and some things picked up. No big deal. Sometimes however, it goes beyond this into territory that even drill sergeants would find excessive. One of these occurred to a cadet by the name of Patrick Wallace (fake name). This occurred due to Wallace almost calling our clerk by his first name when they were both doing something for the Marine ROTC. As one may have guessed this is a big no-no, and not to be tolerated. But Wallace did stop himself midway through his name, so maybe he would get a bit of leniency? Yeah, the answer is pretty obvious.

It was Evening Study Period in something like mid-October and I was in my room studying (shocker) when Wallace came through my door asking for my roommate and I to come to his room (fourth large) to come see something. We asked what and he told us he had been tornadoed. For him to come to us for this we figured it must have been fairly excessive, but we underestimated how bad it could be.

The room was absolutely trashed. There was not a thing of Wallace’s that was spared. His wardrobe had been thrown out and scattered, the items under his sink thrown about, his bed destroyed, his desk demolished, and to make it all worse a powder from under his sink had been spread over everything; making clean up a massive pain in the ass. All the knobs in the company eventually got in to see the madness and we were quite impressed to say the least. Wallace told us what happened and why this occurred and asked us what he should do. He asked if he should report the person who did it.

Now if there is one thing you don’t do at the Citadel its report upperclassmen. It’s a lot like prison that way; snitches get stitches and all that. The response from the knobs of Kilo Company were indecisive at best. No one would give a definitive yes or no, however one response was fairly definitive; no one really wanted to help Wallace put his room back in some kind of order. With the exception of myself and one or two other people (not even his roommate that was present at the time) no one did much of anything to help. Wallace and the few cadets that stayed worked at least an hour trying to get everything looking somewhat decent. His uniforms were all covered in powder and unwearable until cleaned and a lot of his homework was destroyed. He also had some property broken amounting to about forty dollars in damage by his estimate. He was understandably not very amused.

While we cleaned we talked about what was to be done about it. Wallace said that he was probably going to report it. I do not recall the thoughts of those with us, but I remember telling him after a lot of cleaning that if he thought that was best I’d support his course of action. I am not sure I would have done the same at the time if it happened to me, but I definitely could see why he was pissed off about it considering the punishment here did not fit the crime.

Later that evening after the study period ended we were called into the fourth large by a group of upperclassmen, including the upstanding young man that trashed Wallace’s room. They were rounding up people for a shower party (doing PT in full uniform in the showers while the shower heads sprayed hot water) to pay for what Wallace did; I suppose the property damage, lost work, and trashed room were not enough. They wanted Wallace and a few people to volunteer. This however did not go quite as one expected when Wallace flat out refused to do this. Rebellion in the ranks! This only made the upperclassmen angrier and they berated him calling him a “Pussy”, “Shit out”, and numerous other slurs, however they did not force him to do it. They took their volunteers and left the rest of us there.

Not long after Wallace sent an email to our TAC officer, an Air Force Academy grad and a generally very straight laced guy who hated the Citadel’s hazing culture. The email did not have names of upperclassmen despite the fact we know exactly who did it. It was simply a picture of the damage and a request that such acts not occur anymore. The result of this email was more than any of us expected. Within a few days the TAC had gotten the name of the culprit and had him BT-120’d. This translates to a battalion transfer and one hundred and twenty tours (One tour is 50 minutes marching back and forth with a rifle). This also amounts to approximately two months confinement to campus as no leave is permitted while one has tours that have not been completed. This was the most severe punishment possible without suspension or expulsion.

The response from the upperclassmen is exactly what I expected. They were absolutely furious at Wallace. How dare he break the code of silence? How dare he actually stand up for himself? How dare he expect his superiors not to abuse him and his classmates? As I expected he got crap for the rest of semester for it, what did surprise me however was our classmates reacted to this event. The insults I heard from our upperclassmen were parroted by the knobs with the same venom. However, the people insulting Wallace’s integrity and honor (ironic because he had more than most) were not those of us who helped him when he needed it.

Never, because Wilson did nothing wrong.

Just a quick shout out to everyone that makes this worth doing; awesome followers and butthurt SJWs. 

supernugget42 reblogged your post dementors-soul asked:The signs at... and added:

Would you prefer them not to use the most efficient and non-threatining way to inform protesters? Is just going in there...

I have not a single issue with the method they used to inform protesters that the protest is illegal. I support their usage of the sign, as would be obviously preferable to force, and am also laughing incredulously at the knee-jerk reactionary outbursts from people who seem incapable of critical reasoning regarding this topic.

I DO have an issue with the fact that the MOA knew about the protest efforts well in advance, and despite many diplomatic and well-organized attempts by Black Lives Matter MPLS and affiliates, MOA was not inclined to entertain the idea of a controlled, sanctioned protest in a less centralized area (as was originally proposed) because a protest against police brutality could potentially be inconvenient to the many wealthy tourists and Bloomington residents who would be doing their frivolous holiday shopping on the last Saturday before Christmas.

I understand and acquiesce to how the Mall itself handled the protest today. As a security supervisor for another large Minneapolis property, I understand their job and their procedures. I do not respect the way the Mall decision-makers dismissed an important protest far in advance because they were afraid their wealthy shopper base would complain. 

I've been posting a lot here for a few months and it seems I have talked very little about myself. I have been informed by my advisers that Tumblr accounts are typically personal in nature and I've made this blog mainly about political and social issues. In light of this I suppose I'll post a bit about myself in the most original of fashions; RANDOM BULLET POINTS!

I'm a proud Georgian and Southerner

I'm an AFROTC cadet

I'm a gun owner and strong supporter of the second amendment.

I competed in the Junior Olympics in Colorado for air pistol

I love the outdoors.

I love hiking and camping. 

I would not consider myself a fisherman or hunter, but I've done both.

I enjoy working out, but not quite as much as being a lazy ass.

I have been a gamer since I was a little kid. I tend toward shooters, RTSs, and Western RPGs, but I play a bit of most genres.

I love reading, I prefer nonfiction typically, but I also the occasional novel, and I tend toward sci-fi.

I don't watch to much TV, mostly just CNN.

I like to think I'm a movie snob, but I also can't bring myself to hate movies like the Expendables like I'm supposed to.

I have an odd palate. I'll eat a live cricket(they taste like peanuts) but I despise mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise.