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Re: Nah, actually had to sell one my cows
by predicto
01/19/2008, 10:40 PM

My brothers were instrumental in saving my sanity back after I'd been Dear Johnned and my Infantry Company Commander of HHC 2d Bn 2 Inf 9th Inf Div Ft Lewis (The Devil's Deuce) figured back in 1975 I'd want to take a dick in my face or up my ass over it and so, I got throwed out of the United States Army even though I had the highest Profeciency Pay test score in my grade and MOS (75B20 DMOS 75Z40) in the whole freaking USAREUR & 7A. I refused Captain of Infantry Ronald W. Carpenter Jr, a West Point Graduate and Gentleman by Act of Congress sex. A big sin for a soldier I guess even as early as 1975. It must be hell, now. I wonder if anyone retires or advances these without fucking or sucking off queer superiors. 2./3 of Pentagon clerks are homo as is the director of DOD Personnel. Bush fired him, but later rehired him to please his PC RINO constituency.

Anyway, by little brother borrowed and wrecked my prize Z1. I put my middle brother's prize '66 Mustang, semi restored in the drink one night at 110mph in reverse. My lil bro got arrested for it. heh heh heh. When he got a tumor, I gave him a grand. He gave it to his spoiled teenaged son to buy a mustang hotrod which he wrecked in a week. I was concerned for his financial well-being and he squanders my hard-earned gift on the most spoiled and worthless little shit I'd ever seen raised outside of a national palace. I got involved raising my other brother's son, fell in love with him like he was my own, but never got a chance to fully raise him. He's into me for about 10 grand over the years wrecking things and me bailing him out with dentists and other such stuff. One day three thugs in my yard were getting tough on me thinking they could extort 500 bucks party money. Big, big thugs, acquaintances who sized me up as easy pickings. My little brother jumped between us and thumped the toughest one before I had to draw my pistol and shoot three goons which would have been terrible bothersome what with trying to get away with it before the law, you know. Then there was the time I wanted to go fishing and my little brother got out of the boat, waded ashore and threw me (220 pounds at the time) over his shoulder and carried me out to the boat to go fishing. So much money and blood has passed between us three brothers that a hundred thousand dollars wouldn't make us fight all out.

I bet if your little brother was made to squall by some bully that had the best of him you'd be right in there kicking bully butt as hard or harder than you kicked your kid's butt.

I know how important it is to teach our kin that borrowing and not repaying is stealing, so for his own good he can't get by scott free, We must reinforce the things of honor in our family, but I really can't kick their asses and with a stick or something I might do them perty nasty harm, but with the brother and the nephew, all I gotta do is wait. They have the conscience and it might take a few years to get that 200 bucks (principle of the thing, you know) back, but it will come back in spades.

Easy on the little bro, bro. Beat him just enough to help him. If he straightens up, you know, brothers don't grow on trees. Carrot and stick. I have had my brother clap hands over his ears and cry out in agony, "stop, stop, your voice cuts like a knife!" It was such a plaintiff, forlorn wail, it actually reached my flinty heart and I forbore, which is tough for me, because once I get on a roll, I usually go all the way to black eye. heh heh heh.

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