Our army became the servile front-door rag of those random scumfugees, daily they cook for them, they serve them food, they clean after their filth and even provided barracks, which they abandoned, so the vermin can stay in. And those wonderfully culturally enriched people, instead of thanking the soldiers, they started attacking them, forcing them to leave their posts. By their favorite native sport; stones hurling! I am very happy, kind of, somewhat. While i was serving in the army, fellow soldiers used to kick me (they almost broke my ribs once) while sleeping (dead tired from all day long worth of labor) because i used to snore back then (as they audaciously even dared to claim), they regularly stole things from the food reserves that were meant to be kept for certain occasions and were under my safekeeping, then accusing me to superiors, they caused me various troubles, played endless bad-taste pranks on me and ultimately gave me hell, while i was working hard my ass off daily, to take care of those bastards...
I hope the refugees give them a taste of their own medicine, those who currently serve in the army. I want them to taste in its fullest extent this, to work hard your ass off daily (for free, too) in order to help the others (as per your responsibility to the motherland), then said others abuse you in each and every stinking way imaginable, instead of being a pal or even say a mere "thank you, bro"... While i savor it, too.
Karma is a bitch. And i am very, very happy... Even though i hate invaders, scum and filth, especially of the ungrateful kind, those just might become my own leverage into the larger picture of the big, karmic wheel and settle part of my debts to my rotten kin that gave me hell before, even though i had been a good little man, once upon a merry time.
Post edited April 14, 2016 by KiNgBrAdLeY7