wolverines!, bitches

WOLVERINES!, BITCHES

A treatise on how to enjoy the coming conflict as our empire and civilization collapse into a die-off. This is not to glory in death and destruction for its own sake, because let's face facts, our enemies have practiced the art of war while we have hidden far away cowering behind our money, getting soft and weak. We won't know what we are doing, and will do it badly, and suffer exponentially as a result of mandatory On The Job Training. What I mean by enjoying the process is a means of acceptance to minimize the Suck factor.

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Your future, my future, and if the little peckerwood is still alive, Ross Perot's future, it is all going to suck. And as the Sandbox Soldiers are fond of saying, you need to Embrace The Suck. Truer words have rarely been spoken. Yeah, you signed up for the National Guard to get a college education. Now you are killing Little Brown People, hoping your balls don't get shot off and exchanged for a colostomy bag. It sucks. We grant you that it sucks. Since there is nothing you can do about it, embrace the suck. Because what is the alternative?

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You can be and stay miserable. Which sucks worse than the suck. I was like that in the military, a whiny bitch just feeling sorry for myself. I guzzled a lot of alcohol, on and off duty, feeling sorry for myself. I would have been better off embracing the crap the idiots were pouring my way. Instead I let it ruin my time there. And I didn't learn my lesson from that for a very long time, being miserable a good portion of my life. I mean, I'm not a happy person by nature. I dwell, brood and mull far too much ( you think this writing crap is easy? Try living in my head ).

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So, when I say I was miserable, I mean I was MORE miserable than I had to be. Here's the best way I can describe it. You hate Monday. Everyone hates Monday, except the mean spirited black hearted boss who only lives through the pain of others. Everyone goes into work on Monday with a big ass frown. Which ain't easy turning upside down. Your day WILL suck. It is a better guarantee than Rosie O'Donnell eating another donut to fill in her thigh cellulite.

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But you can force yourself to stay in a good mood. You know you don't want to be there. You know a healthy dose of economic sodomy is in store for you. But if you smile and crack jokes and look at some small glimmering bright side, if you really mean it ( at first you WILL be forced to force yourself to stay positive ), you will piss off all your co-workers but better yet, your mean ass boss. You have eliminated their power over you, and made your life better and theirs worse. And, bonus winning, after awhile the good mood will come more naturally.

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THAT is embracing The Suck. The apocalypse is going to be a lifetime of Worst Monday's Ever. Not forever. Eventually the population declines enough that the available resources are aligned again and most folks will return to as normal as it is going to get. You'll have SOME vacation time between battles, then. Whether you make it to that point or not is irreverent. Why? Because you are busy forcing yourself to have A Happy Monday. You are living each day as if it were your last, because it probably is.

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Are you going to bemoan the fact this is your last day, or live it like it is your last day? That is YOUR decision, no one else. And yes, that statement used to really piss me off too. Like, say you are in prison. How in the hell do you enjoy THAT? And yes, eventually I had to quit my own job because the evil boss bitch was better at grinding me down than I was at staying happy about it. I mean, I did my work, that of a non-existent coworker and half of hers, so she had plenty of time to work at humping with me ( I pulled few punches and usually told her how much she sucked, so I never helped me too much ).

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In the end of course she had to win, but I held out for five years under her tyrannical rule. I'm proud of THAT. In the end I lost but I made her fight like a bastard for it. I could not stay happy, in the end I could no longer embrace the suck, but by God I tried like a mother humper. Embracing the suck doesn't always work, but you have to try to the very end. You can't always grin like a retard while you are getting shot and sodomized, but you can embrace the pain for some other gain. Live for revenge, and then die from your wounds, happy.

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Okay, there are going to be a lot of things going wrong during the collapse. You will be hungry. You'll be cold ( or hot, for you pussies that think mankind never evolved, settled or lived in tropical climes until the 1960's when he had AC. If you live in AC country, and think you need AC after the apocalypse, you are already dead and walking, a zombie. You best learn to live without it now, for an immediate tactical advantage ). These are things you need to learn how to embrace. Being hungry? Yeah, that sucks.

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It IS going to suck. But being hungry is going to be normal. The thing to worry about instead is being weak from lack of food, or dying from lack of nourishment. THOSE are far more dangerous than hunger pains. The discipline you need to Embrace The Suck will help you here, by allowing you to somewhat ignore the distraction of your stomach. Yeah, your dingus is trying to mislead you all the time, also. Discipline, geriatric Jedi!

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Being hot or cold? It is the same thing. Respect the bodies signals, but don't be hostage. As long as you know you won't freeze to death or get heat stroke, the signals are noise you need to ignore. You don't have a choice, since they are going to be with you all the time. Working on Monday, the dingus boss is going to be going out of his way ( well, nowadays, out of HER way ) to make your life miserable. You cannot ignore that. But you can mute the signal and not let it get you down too long. Suck up the misery knowing it will piss off the boss.

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THAT is your reward for embracing the suck, pissing off the boss. In the apocalypse, when you embrace the suck better than others, THEY get even more frustrated and more stressed. That is your reward. Embrace the discomfort of others. It is your mothers milk. In combat, the stakes are pretty damn high. But you know what? If you make the other guy more stressed, more afraid than you, you win. That is your reward for forging ahead through your fear, for taking more Suck than he did before he broke. You won.

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Does this seem mean spirited to you, relishing others pain and suffering? Honestly? Are you telling me you do not live for a healthy juicy serving of Schadenfreude? You humping LIER! Have you ever heard the saying, “comedy is based on the suffering of others”? It makes us feel better about ourselves. I don't go all PC and declare that a bad thing. I call it human nature. Which is funny as hell because we are all dinguses, the way we treat others.

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We fight among ourselves to be rewarded by treating others worse. We earn our place in the human order by demonstrating how we can persevere while others mistreat us. What is not to laugh about? It is absurd! We are naked chimps throwing feces at each other, howling at the top of our lungs. If you don't want to cry, you have to laugh. Taking it seriously, you let the others win. You WANT them to feel bad, so you do not. Yes, Spanky, it IS a zero sum game unless you are lucky enough there is a surplus for both of you to be winners.

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But the time for Participation Trophies is over. Did you notice that phenomenon took place right about the time our culture went under the waves to its death for the last time? Suddenly, we started teaching there were no winners, only “try-ers”, at the very time Political Correctness took the throne. The communists won, and we deluded ourselves that no one had to win. What a bunch of humping losers! We have returned to a time of winners and losers. YOU are a loser. I am a loser. You can fight back, or be a whiny pussy.

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The first thing you do fighting back is to not let them win over how you think and control yourself. And to be “nice” is to be controlled by those bastards. Because while you are forced to be nice to your enemies, they are busy being very much NOT nice. Recognize the fight you are in, before you can even fight back. I started by embracing hate. I allow myself to hate the humpers. But I'm not just complaining or resentful. I'm using it to fuel my preparations, my mental state. I could keep going on forever, but that's enough.  

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