Epic Failure

Why do I even bother going to FUCKING FRG meetings? Useless. A complete mother fucking waste of time. Listening to idiots. Stupid questions. Fucking liars, the whole bunch. And my favorite, people who think that RHIP and that their shit doesn't stink, so why should they give a flying FUCK about anyone? As long as they are succeeding in their regimen of ass-kissing, FUCK everyone else.

Tonight would have been better spent giving my dog a blow job. Stupid. So the boss man doesn't know exactly when they will be home? Bullshit. He can't tell us due to OPSEC, and I totally get that, but why lie? Just tell us. "That information will be released as soon as possible, but I can't say anything right now in the interest of Operational Security." We wives may not like it, but at least it would be the fucking truth!

And then there are the pics. Pictures of the shit holes our husbands are living in with a narration of some stupid story designed to make us laugh and to distract us all from the fact that our boys are living in mouse infested, dirty, nasty conditions, are lucky to get a hot meal, and are damned lucky not to be sleeping under ponchos on the ground. And that it will be another MONTH before commo is up and running at the fucking battalion FOB--forget about the companies who are farther out. They might get to call home about the time they are ready to fucking come home!

But the pinnacle of the evening was the grim reminder that as long as it doesn't affect them directly, the majority of the fuckers in uniform at the meeting couldn't care less about your problems. Your best bet is to just start stocking up on duct tape, trash bags, and shovels. Bastards. Some of them DO actually give a shit, but none of those that do have enough fucking rank to make a difference. I have never encountered such a callous, cold-hearted bunch of mother fuckers with rank in my life.

So there it is. FUCK IT!