VA, School and Life as it is

Got a call from the VA on Sunday, said they tried to reach me all weekend. Hmmm, weird, no missed calls...oh that's right I don't usually answer calls from "Unknown". Just something I picked up to avoid talking to people who want me to buy their newest penis enlargement pills, insurance on my 1967 Mustang (that I don't have) or take a survey about my water company (they provide me water at a decent price, what's to complain about). He says the same things to me that he says to 13 Stoploss. Gotta love the VA. Just think the President is the one who picked the guy that picked the Secretary in charge of the VA. Says something about our leadership up there. Someone doesn't give 2 shits about the Vets. Enough about that.

I just got my Rogerian Argument paper back. Made a 91 on it. Not to bad for work that I did in a few hours and hating every minute of it. I'm pretty sure I aced my Govt exam, and I'm still breezing through my [Woman's] History class. I still have no idea what I would like to study while I'm here. I've thought about it and I just want to be a Cowboy. Riding a horse, chasing down cattle rustlers, nice ranch in the middle of nowhere...I want to do it 135yrs ago though. I'll figure something out.

Life is good, other than missing the camaraderie and brotherhood I had with the guys I served with. Yes I have friends that I hang out with now, but it isn't the same. I sort of miss Iraq and all the fun we had together over there. (Well if that doesn't sound gay I don't know what does.) I had a blast with the friends I made over there in that man-made hell. As shitty as life was for everyone we kicked ass and took names. Nowhere else will I find that "Brotherhood" that I miss. Life doesn't have that same thrill or zeal that it used to have.

I'm tired of punk-ass college kids complaining about how there daddy is about to cut them off if they don't shape up. I'm tired of the assholes in Washington playing with my life as if I were just a number. I can't yell loud enough to make anyone in a position to do anything hear me...without resorting to illegal actions that is. I just want to be a regular person and live a normal life without all the pent up rage and hatred. Without all the stress to perform to a certain standard. Damn if this shit don't feel like a f*ing joke.

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Congressman Bird

One thing I'm learning in my GOVT class is that the best way to change something you don't like about the government is to run for office. To run for the House of Representatives you must meet three requirements...and to important side bars that really help:

1-Be 25 years old
2-Be a United States citizen for 7years
3-Live in the district you wish to represent

The two side bars being:

1-Have a good deal of money
2-Somehow out think your opponents

I'm not a very smart man, but I have grass root beliefs. I'll be 25 next year, 2months before the election would be held. My only issues would be the 2side bars. The Representative now that I would be challenging has been where he is for the better half of the last decade. I have no money to begin my campaign and I have no political experience.

So if anyone has any idea's please let me know. I'm open for suggestions at this time.

Can We trust the Government?

In my federal government class we had to write a paper over a topic, ^ that's the one I picked. My teacher is the top judge for the county that my college is located in. Here's my paper:

If ever there was a loaded question I’ve answered, this one would take the cake. It’s not the level of trust I have in the United States government, it’s who I trust in the government that’s the issue. I’ve followed the orders’ of my Commander and Chief for the past five years without question. I believe my senators and representatives have my best interests at heart (as long as I petition and vote). I may not agree with everything that’s passed in the legislatures, but if it’s a law passed I obey it because I’m a good citizen. It’s not whether or not we trust the government, it’s an issue of to what degree do we trust the government, and what branches we choose to place our trust in.

There are systems of government involved with every aspect of our lives; our schools have governments, the towns we live in, the state we call home and the country we live in. Without a government to control the meaningless things we take for granted we’d live in chaos and darkness. Through our daily actions we unknowingly rely on different departments and branches of the government to keep our little lives in order.

Having been a government employee, voluntarily that is, I understand a little more than others what our government is capable of. I’ve seen the underdog in a local village rise to control that village with US backing. I’ve watched grown men fall to their knees in fear of what government officials can do to them with the stroke of a pen. I have learned that although we may not see the big picture, the people we’ve put in office are trying to look out for their own interests…the people that put them there. I have faith in those leading our country; they have to protect the rights of those that elected them. Who I do not have any faith in is the Department of Veterans Affairs.

Through out my time in the US Army I was always told, “Keep every scrap of paper given to you if it has your name on it,” or, “Make a copy of everything you have, never give anyone the original.”The number of times I’ve submitted paperwork to the VA has left me at a point that I have no faith in them anymore. A branch set up by the President Herbert Hoover[i] was designed to care for the nation’s veterans of previous wars. Since then the VA has helped countless vets buy houses, claim service related disabilities and get college educations. Recently they have fallen short in their duties to those they serve. Some 16,000 employees are trying to process 290,000 [ii] claims under the Post 9/11 GI Bill. Our country’s government has failed her finest citizens, her fighting men and women.

This past year has been a big year for service members ending their service. The government promised those of us that qualified education benefits. The lack of fore sight of those governmental officials is disgusting. That lack of fore sight leaves many of my brethren and me in a very hot seat; most of us have to “rob Peter to pay Paul” so to speak. Most of the vets I know have their school hours paid for, but it’s an issue of living expenses and allowances that were promised as a package deal to us that are causing problems. Many propose questions of, “How do I pay?” or, “What didn’t I do right?” Most realize that due to the shear amount of claims and the minimal amount of people processing those claims, some will be “lost in the mail” or buried under bureaucratic excuses. Although this is frustrating, it is a common problem. Common human error, misplaced paperwork, understaffed an over worked government offices have put a serious dent in my trust of the government’s appointed branches and their branch heads.

In conclusion, it’s hard to say that I don’t trust the Government of the United States, because our government does most things correctly. It provides protection for her citizens, guarantees our liberties, and provides the utilities we need on a day to day basis. I like most citizens forget these “little things” until they aren’t there anymore. I do trust the officials that I helped elect to keep my best interests in mind. I’m just not sure that they always go about those things in the best way.

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[i] Created July 21, 1930 when Pres. Herbert Hoover signed Executive Order 5398

[ii] Associated Press reports that of the 290,000 claims, about 25,000 are in processing at this time

Square Deal

A wise man who "spoke soflty and carried a big stick..." once said to a group of veterans,"A man who is good enough to shed his blood for his country is good enough to be given a square deal after wards. More than that no man is entitled, and less than that no man shall have." This Man's name...Franklin Roosevelt.
I for one will agree, while I did my time I was given a square deal. I had complete Medical (albeit shitty) Dental (butchers of the mouth) Life insurance and a retirement plan (I wasn't physically able to stomach that shit they were feeding me, so I didn't get the plan). I was promised 36months of schooling that I had to pay alittle bit every month, It was the Montgomery G.I. Bill.
Let's skip forward, past my 26months in Iraq, past my Stop Loss, Past my first 10%Disability check to now. I'm sitting in an apartment that I've spent all my money paying rent on. I'm enrolled in a good junior college, somehow the VA is paying for the school part, but I have no Basic Allowed Housing check to keep the lights on, the water running or the roof over my head for that matter.

Who do I have to beg? Who's hand do I have to shake? How poor do I have to be in order to get help with this shit? I've done my service to my country, I wasn't drafted or forced to sign my name to anything. I joined the Army, I was the one who volunteered so defend the borders and ideals of this proud and great nation.

Help me Mr. President, I want my handout, the only difference is mine isn't a hand out. It's an entitlement. I find It ironic that in order to qualify for poverty this year the income is set at $21,000, I made $12,500 my first year in the army, about $20,000 my third and finally broke the poverty bracket my fourth year in the Army at a whopping $23,000. I NEVER qualified for welfare, food stamps or government housing.

I love the Government. It's said that the squeaky wheel gets the oil, but I've only gotten the shaft. Isn't funny how that works?

I need a Job

Anyone out there looking for a disabled veteran that isn't really supposed to do anything for another 2 weeks, but is willing to do anything for a buck. I have $5dollars to my name. Rent is due in about 7days. I dropped my last $20 in gas tonight...didn't even fill me up. The parents are helping my little brother go to college, can't really ask them for help. VA's fucking me with a huge dildo by only giving my $123 a month in disability pay. GI bill hasn't come in. Can't sell blood or plasma for another month. World is closing in around me. My only light is Carrah. She tells me I can do it and makes me believe. I made an 89 on my first major history exam. Anyone know where i can get free money??

College and Gun Control stuff

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College, new people everywhere to meet. New people to room with, new people to make uneasy.

Last week, I'd say Tuesdayish, maybe Wednesday I finally unloaded my car after a weekend of dove hunting with the brothers and my dad. To most people in Texas dove hunting is a ritual. Everyone waits for September in order to go bag some dove. After deer season's opening day, it's one of the biggest unofficial holidays here. Let me digress, I live with 3 other males in an apt. One of them from France, who wants to try hunting, one from Oregon who's here for his MBA after attending a seminary and the other from the Dallas area(I believe) here for engineering. From this point on they will be referred to as Frenchie, MBA and Dallas. I walked in the door wearing 2 x drop pouches, my rack (which is set up for hunting now) 2x bandoleers of shotgun ammo and carrying 2 x 1911's, a Mossberg 930, a Sig Saur 9mm, an 870 Wingmaster Express, a New England break open and a Bushmaster M-4 variant. They all stopped and stared, the first question was, "You take over a small Central American country?" The second was, " What exactly where you hunting all weekend?" I replied to both questions with, "Yes, and illegals." MBA knew I was kidding at which he smiled and went back to cooking his rice and meat. Texas and Frenchie weren't so sure I was kidding about the while thing. Frenchie wanted to know how to shoot every gun and when I'd take him to shoot. (I've never met a Frenchman that wanted to know so much about guns, one would think that they don't have guns over there.)
Dallas is a sarcastic, Warcraft playing, chubby little computer nerd. He didn't think it was funny that I joked about hunting illegals. At this point I left the room.

This being said let's go back, back to before recorded history.....men wore furs of the animals they killed, they ate the meat, made tools out of the bones of the animals they killed. (And maybe gathered some berries along the way) This is how man survived.

Have we forgotten our history? Have we forgotten that we had to at one time scratch a living out of the land? Despite what all the liberal, anti-gun pussys think my side-arm and my rifle are going to be the last thing anyone takes from me. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for gun control. I'm just not for gun restriction of the hard working, law abiding, tax paying everyday American. One thing these "Americans" have to remember is that the only people they are hurting by limiting gun ownership is the ones that follow the laws. If a crook wants to get a gun, he will. Why is it, do you think that the Cops are out gunned? Because they have to follow the laws. The weapons of choice for crooks tend to be unregistered, illicit or stolen, interesting to think about isn't it.

So I leave you with this: Don't do all your complaining on BLOGs, make sure you take a second to write your senators, congress men/women and representatives. We elected them, they make their decisions based on our opinions.