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With the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan counter insurgency has again entered our mainstream vocabulary. Last year there was a great article describing the history of this much sought after strategy, starting with the grandfather of counter insurgency French military philosopher, David Galula.

Galula was working for the French government in 40s China when he was captured by Mao’s communist forces during the Chinese civil war. While being held prisoner he witnessed a new kind of warfare; one where the fighting men of the communists blended in with the general population or as Chairman Mao put it, “The guerrilla must move amongst the people as a fish swims in the sea.”

Nothing to see here.  Just a normal fish like all you other fish

Nothing to see here. Just a normal fish like all you other fish

Galula saw the success of this new strategy that did away with conventional armies, set-piece battles and front lines. Victory instead was inside the heads of the millions of individuals that the insurgents lived among. If these fighters could persuade the people to believe in their cause and to help them – then the conventional forces would always be surrounded – and the traditional army would be defeated no matter how many victories they won.

Galula saw the problems this new strategy would cause in future wars as the old powers fought violent uprisings, using tactics they honed during World War II. So he worked to develop a strategy to defeat this new breed of insurgents. What he came up with was a strategy where he would fight fire with fire, or what we now call counter insurgency. As the guerrilla fighter moved amongst the people Galula recognized that the opposing forces would also have to do the same thing; live, work and blend in with the surrounding population. Instead of winning the minds of the locals over with communism their minds would have to be won over by promising democracy, and a new/better system of governance. As Galula tested out his theories in the French Empire’s numerous insurgencies America was first introduced to this new concept via the Hollywood, blockbuster movie, The Ugly American

the-ugly-american

JFK was fascinated by the movie and the military theory behind it and so when he came to power he set up a Special Group, Counterinsurgency in the Pentagon, SGCI. The problem though was that there weren’t any counter insurgency experts in America so they brought over Galula to lecture the Americans on this new theory. By this time Galula had published his book, Counterinsurgency Warfare: Theory and Practice
and so it was during these lectures that he laid out for the Americans the strengths, but in his view more importantly the weakness, of the Counter insurgency problem. Promises of democracy and better governance were just that, promises; promises that were rarely followed through and definitely not something that could compete with the utopia workers paradise that was promised by the communists. The Kryptonite of Counterinsurgency was that it had to offer a better life, something that at the time corrupt regimes couldn’t or wouldn’t offer.

The Americans ignored this weakness as they thought they had the answer to the workers paradise issue. They put their own twist on Counter insurgency by adding their secret weapon, capitalism. The Americans reasoned that they could apply market forces to counter insurgency as a replacement for promises of better governance, promising money instead of freedom. They even created a fancy name for this, “The Cost/Benefit-Coercion theory of Counterinsurgency.”

Put into practice in Vietnam, via Operation Phoenix, the Americans followed the counter insurgency doctrine by setting up special groups under the new market force infused system. These people were labeled by that great tradition of military speak, “rational actors”. Then, as Mao preached, these rational actors would “move amongst the people as a fish swims in the sea.” Yet these fishes instead of having their heads filled with dreams of a communist utopia, had visions of wads of cash dancing in their heads. The Americans offered awards and bounties for the enemy fish in the Vietnamese population, the communist and anti-government officials. X amount of dollars for a Vietcong village official, even more for a district officer.

The problem with this is that Vietnamese culture was based on a complex value system of village rivalries and blood feuds. The “rational actors” quickly saw the benefit of the bounty system and started bagging Vietcong officials, quite successfully in fact. Tens of thousands were captured or killed but then the rational actors expanded their activities to include their village rivals; the families and allies of these rivals. Then as per Vietnam’s blood feud rituals the families of those killed retaliated against the rational actor’s allies and families who then killed more in revenge setting off a bloody cycle of violence that disillusioned everyone. The Americans were helpless as their contacts assured them that the people they were torturing and murdering were red, card carrying communists. Even if they wanted to the Americans couldn’t check it out as they were totally dependent on the Vietnamese teams for info on the insurgents. Chomsky in his book For Reasons of State quotes an American official recounting his time with the Vietnamese:

A United States intelligence officer attached to the Phoenix program in the Mekong Delta states that when he arrived in his district, he was given a list of 200 names of people who were to be killed, and when he left six months later, 260 had been killed, but none of those on his list.

In Vietnam it led to chaos in the South and was a big factor leading to the South’s defeat, in 1975. However other governments would take up the call with their own death squads in Asia and the Americas while the CIA watched. Fish chasing fish in a sea of blood.

While in South America death squads roamed latin America, the American military had shelved the strategy. Fast forward to the invasion of Iraq in 2003. Rumsfeld’s new army quickly destroyed the Iraqi government but was stumped on what to do with the headless Iraqi population that it was now responsible for. After a series of mis-steps, like disbanding the Iraqi army, a growing insurgency was festering in Iraq. In response the American generals dusted off the “The Cost/Benefit-Coercion theory of Counterinsurgency” theory books and started setting up Iraqi militias to deal with the Iraqi insurgency. Again these “fish” were able to successfully swim in the Iraqi population and deal debilitating blows to the Islamic fighters who like the Vietcong had a message and dream to spread, not communism this time, but Islamic jihad. The American’s cash bounty system was able to rein them in, Bob Woodward even insists that they, not the surge, were the reason the Iraqi insurgency collapsed:

The truth is that other factors were as or even more important than the Surge … Beginning in about May 2006 the US military and intelligence agencies launched a series of TOP SECRET operations … Senior military officers and officials at the White House have asked me not to publish the details but these covert activities had a far-reaching effect on the violence and were very possibly the biggest factor in reducing it. Several said that 85-90% of the successful operations

This was recently highlighted by the emerging activities of Colonel James Steele. Steele was a veteran of the Dirty Wars in Central and South America. In the 80s he was linked to the death squads that operated in the Salvadoran Civil War and even managed to get caught up in the Iran Contra affair. He was called in during Iraq and spent some time setting up the Counterinsurgency hit teams that were so effective in reining in the Iraqi insurgency. Then, just as before in Vietnam, the American sponsored Iraqi fish got out of control. The Iraqi hit teams, mostly made up of Shiites, started carrying out their own operations against the  Sunni population and it quickly spiraled out of control. This is all beautifully shown in the Guardian documentary, Searching for Steele:

However the movie like many attempts to look back at American actions during all these conflicts is flawed. With the benefit of hindsight historians, activists look back in history and see an evil American puppet pulling the strings telling these third world “rational actors” how to act. When we should consider another possibility, market forces or profit.

Vietnam and Iraq were cases of a new theory being applied to warfare and the flawed use of market force aspect of America’s “Cost/Benefit-Coercion theory of Counterinsurgency” to correct the Kryptonite of Counterinsurgency. Much like if we allow deregulation and freedom to the wall street brokers of the financial market forces they will find a way to peak, profit and then collapse in a puddle of their own greed. In Vietnam and Iraq the Americans were getting results and through sheer incompetence let events spin out of control. There were no American puppet masters but there were market forces inevitably, like a law of nature, spinning out of control only instead of millions of dollars lost it was millions of lives.

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Who is David Goggins?

As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.

Ernest Hemingway

“Hero” is a word that gets used and abused in our culture.  Maybe it’s that our day-to-day lives are so easily livable, people have forgotten what it is to really be in pain or to genuinely suffer.  But if anyone out there thinks the cast from Jersey Shore are heroes, something is distressingly wrong with things in general.

“Let the Hero worship begin.”

This cultural malfunction and malignant habit to casually, almost cynically misuse such an important word annoys me.  So, let’s just move away from that, and look deeply at someone who would be uncomfortable if we called him a hero, yet more than the rest, is some kind of champion.  After all, strength of character is more rare than diamonds, and it should be carefully preserved and cultivated with intentions of employment.

David Goggins came onto my radar in the winter of 2009. I had just got out of jail, for a pretty big dust-up with an Irish guy at a bar in Kabukichou in which the gentleman attacked me and I “surpassed the legal limit of what is considered to be reasonable self-defense.” In short, I “glassed” him and then danced a jig on his head, in front of everyone at the crowded bar. This resulted in several months in the clink and me coughing up a lot of money for a lawyer and for all the restitution that needed to be paid to this guy after considering his medical bills, etc.
It was a low point for me. I’m a grown man, what was I doing getting into bloody bar fights with punks? I lost my job and my flat. I was relocated to a new place, barren, no furniture, I didn’t use the heaters at all in order to avoid the bills, and I was staying warm by packing my extra clothes around me into the old sleeping bag I had taken from Yosomono. It was January in Tokyo, snow was falling outside and it was really cold.
A low ebb.
One day, I just stumbled across a link to a blog “Show no Weakness”, and I started reading. I had never heard of David Goggins before, and I had no idea he had already accomplished so much, but what he was writing was exactly what I needed to hear. Word for word. Exactly what I needed at that time and truth be told, it’s exactly what most of us need to hear every day of our lives.
It helps to have someone who is doing it all, life, devoid of excuses, telling you to suck it up.

Who is David Goggins?

What follows, I’m guessing, would annoy this man. But in trying to find “Who” someone is, knowing what they have been through, even in such a general way, is instructive.

First, you might be asking “Why do I care who David Goggins is?”

To put it simply, because he is a machine of a man and the chances are, he does more training in a day than you do in a month. The man and his training have become the stuff of legends. It is motivating for anyone, but his life itself is the most motivating thing of all.

Goggins was born in 1975. He grew up in Brazil, Indiana, playing ball; basketball and football at Northview High school. He got points, but generally on the hustle. He wasn’t a super star, just a hard worker and consistent.

At 18 years old, Goggins left home and enlisted in the Air Force. The thing is, true to Goggins style, he didn’t go in and become a paper pusher, but rather he became a TACP or Tactical Air Control Party. These are guys that go in with RANGERS, RANGER RECON Units, Army SPECOPS teams and NAVY SEALS. These guys are not making birthday cakes, they train seriously and deploy with serious combat units.

During his time in the Air Force, Goggins was selected as one of the Air Forces 12 outstanding Airmen of the year, the Air Forces most prestigious award.

After four years, Goggins decided to leave the Air Force to pursue a personal dream, a career in the National Football league. He actually earned a position on the Colt’s practice roster however was cut from the team after a short while. Six months passed with nothing appealing to him, until he saw a documentary about the Navy SEALs and decided that this was his next challenge.

When Goggins went to the Navy recruiter, according to him, he nearly got laughed out of the office.

He was 280 pounds and could hardly swim, but was adamant about enlisting with a SEAL contract. So, he went away for two months, and came back after losing nearly 80 pounds.

Goggins went to BUDS, and the legend now, is that he attended the BUD/S epic Hell Week 3 times. Twice he was rolled back for injuries, and the third time, he requested to go through Hell Week one more time.

HE REQUESTED IT.

“Because Hell Week is SO much fun!”

Goggins eventually graduated BUD/S with class 235 in 2001. Despite having become a SEAL, Goggins petitioned his command to allow him to take down yet another obstacle on his way to military super stardom, Ranger school. He graduated from this with the distinction of Class honor grad. No easy feat considering it’s supposed to be RANGERS that “lead the way.”  In subsequent interviews Goggins’ comments on Ranger school and it’s 80% attrition rate consisted of no more than: “It’s a great course. I learned a lot.”

“Ranger School: Putting the FUN in Fungal Skin Infections since 1950.”

In 2005, events transpired that changed things for David Goggins.  He had just returned from a tour in Iraq, and heard the news that friends of his, SEALS, had died during an operation in Afghanistan.

Although he has never made it clear in interviews or in his personal blog entries exactly who it was that passed away, the timing coincides closely with the tragic events surrounding Operation Red Wings in the Kunar Province in the summer of 2005.  This event has been well documented and heavily commented upon across the internet and in Patrick Robinson’s/Marcus Luttrell’s book, Lone Survivor.  In total, 11 SEALS were killed along with 8 members of the 160th Special Operations aviation unit.

The news hit Goggins hard.  In addition to the SEAL community being a tightly knit one, he also spent time in BUD/S with some of the people who passed away in Kunar, and Lt. Michael Murphy, the senior man who died in the initial ambush detailed in Lone Survivor, graduated in the same BUD/S class alongside David in 2001.

Having friends die in life is tough and it inspires people to change. I know it’s done that for me.  But having a friend die who was also a war fighter, someone who has walked into hell and come back out again more than once, to have someone like this die can make one feel utterly powerless yet obsessed with the need to do something about it.

Tragedy was the spark and the mans natural inclination toward what most of the world would call brilliantly excessive is what fanned the flame, creating a raging inferno.

Hearing about the loss of his warrior brothers, David became obsessed with the idea of doing something for their families to send a message that they were not forgotten.  Realizing, in his own words, that he was a SEAL so having a bake sale simply wouldn’t cut it, he went online and googled the ten hardest things to do in the world.

This is where he first heard about the infamous Badwater Ultra-marathon.  It’s 135 miles, through death valley up to the Whitney Portal, in July.  Yes, you read that correctly.

In order to even get into the race and attempt it, Goggins had to have completed at least one 24 hour 100 mile event.  The race director told David over the phone that there was a 24 event coming up in his area, and if he finished it, he would be considered.

So, two weeks later David and his wife Aleeza headed to the track.  To get into Badwater and raise some money for the families of his fallen comrades, Goggins would have to run at least 100 miles, around a 1 mile track.  He weighed 280 pounds at the time, and had been training almost exclusively as a power lifter.

I took off running and felt good for about 70 miles. Then I stopped to take a break. That was the first problem…..I sat down in the lawn chair and my blood pressure went crazy due to poor nutrition. I sat there for about 10 minutes and I had to go to the bathroom really bad. When I attempted to stand, I quickly realized how bad of shape I was really in. I was so dizzy that I couldn’t stand for a second. So, after retaking my seat in the chair I looked at my wife and told her that I had to go to the bathroom. She looked at me confused. So, I told her more clearly… “I’m going to take a s*** on myself in this chair.”
And so I did…
I then saw the blood running down my leg when I urinated.
My wife being a nurse informed me that my kidney’s were shutting down and that I needed to go to the hospital. I told her that I had 30 miles left.
She helped me up and we started walking around the track at a 35 minute mile pace. I asked her If I would complete the 100 miles in 24 hours at this pace and she said no. So, I did what I had to do and some how by the grace of God started running again. I completed 101 miles in just under 19 hours. I had broken all the small bones in my feet and my kidneys were failing. My wife drove the car onto the race course and put me into the back of the car. We live on the second floor of an apartment complex and we had to somehow get up the stairs. So, I draped my arms around her neck from behind and she had to practically drag me up the stairs. After she got me in the shower and she saw that I was urinating dark dirt brown, she begged me once again to go to the hospital. I looked her in the eye and said….
Just let me enjoy this pain I’m in. —blog entry Show no Weakness, 2009

“This man is Harder than you. End of Conversation.”

It didn’t end there; in fact that was simply the beginning.  Ten days later, Goggins ran the Las Vegas marathon in 3:08.  Within a month after that, he flew to Hawaii and ran the HURT 100.  This put him in a wheel chair after completing the race.

In July of 2006 he finally ran the Badwater 135, and took fifth place.

Since then, his list of accomplishments in endurance events is mind-blowing.  He took second place at the UltraMan, a three-day, 320-mile race, cycling 261 miles in two days on a rented bicycle, and he took second place.  Then took third place at Badwater in 2007.  By 2009 he competed in another 14 ultra-endurance races, with top-five finishes in nine of them. He set a course record at the 48-hour national championships, beating the previous record by 20 miles with a whopping total distance traveled of 203.5 miles and earning himself a spot among the top 20 ultramarathoners in the world.

His training routine and lifestyle have become legendary.  Goggins usually wakes up at about 3 AM.  He gets out of bed, puts on his gear and goes and runs between ten and twenty miles.  He then cycles 25 miles to work and runs at lunch if time permits.  After work, he cycles home and at least three days per week, he goes and lifts weights seriously in the evenings with his wife.  On the weekends, he gets in longer runs, often covering up to thirty or forty miles.  Goggins sums up his lifestyle, his entire point of life concisely.

Watch the video of me crossing the finish line at Kona, I’m not overwhelmed with the accomplishment. I’m looking down at my watch, and it’s not to check my finishing time. I’m looking to see what time it is and how much time I have left in the day for another workout. I’m already thinking about the next thing. As of that moment, Ironman is done. It’s time to move on.

“The man is superhuman.  The man is made of steel.  The man has a congenital heart defect.”

Did the last bit throw you off? I bet it did.  It’s true though. And THAT is actually the pain icing on this cake of utter discipline.  David Goggins did all this, the three special forces schools, the attempt at pro-football, the sky diving, the scuba work, the power-lifting, the ultra-marathoning, the insane cycling, all of it, with a whole in his heart.

It is known as ASD (atrial Septum Defect). To explain it briefly, this means he has a hole in his heart. He has had it since birth and no one was able to detect it on routine check ups. It is very dangerous in scuba diving, high altitude and extreme athletics. It can cause the heart to go into heart failure without warning. So, to make a long story short. For 34 years David has been working with about 3/4 of his heart.

The man went through multiple surgeries, and has only recently begun to come back from it all.

But how does someone like David Goggins come back?  Does he get a membership at 24 hour fitness and spend time on the pec-deck? Maybe some Hot-Yoga?  No.  He tries to break the world record for the most dead hang pull-ups ever completed in a 24 hour period, on live television.

“Hole in my heart? Nothing a few thousand pullups can’t fix.”

This whole article only tells a very small part of the story, of course.  But the point was to just highlight, expose a little of something that is special; a man who lives completely on his own terms, goes for it every time and just embraces the suck.  Because in order to have some kind of a life that is worth a damn, that is exactly what someone with a constant growling in their soul has to do.

Embrace. The. Suck.

Goggins says it best, in a comment left on a Marathon blog in which someone called him out, taking away from his cause and trying to make things less than what they are.

I run for fallen soldiers. Why do you run? It’s a damn shame that I am one of the only African American endurance athletes and you are putting me down. Do something positive for the community. Not that I need to justify myself to you but I wanted you and your readers to know that on Saturday before the LA marathon, I did a double century in Death Valley. (200 mile Bike Ride) I then drove to LA to PACE a fellow soldier wanted to run a 3:30 ergo the 3:29 that you commented on. By the way the Las Vegas marathon was my first marathon which I did 10 days after running my 1st 100 mile race. (weighing 240) Don’t go off my word though, you seem to have enough time on your hands so you can look it up on line as you have everything else. Boston was also another training run. I thought it would be cool to run under 3 hours. So I just went out there and did it. What they don’t show you on the results you found is that I ran another 26.2 miles to the start line, both marathons by the way were faster than your 3:05. I guess what I am telling you, is that you shouldn’t put people down that you don’t fully know, I am an animal and I train everyday the distance that you train UP to do. Don’t question me. If you would like to see for yourself I would be happy to join you in New York this year. NO, lets make it a date. The question is will you show up 3 hours before to run to the start line with me? I can’t wait to run through Harlem to visit my aunt’s and uncles again. I’ll let them know I’m coming. By the way, please make sure you can run at least a 2:50 because I don’t want all your fans to think less of you. I hope you can back up what you say. I promise I will see you in NY. Please make sure you post this so everyone knows.

In the end, true to Goggins style, these two guys actually DID end up running the NYC marathon together, and doing it in under 3 hours.

So, who is David Goggins?  I don’t know, but he is a hero and a warrior.  What I wouldn’t give to have a conversation with this man.  But I suspect, if I was to ask him who he is, his reply wouldn’t be as wordy as this post, and the essence would boil down to little more than the following:

“The real question, is who are you?”

And that is quite the question, indeed.

 

 

UPDATE- 2012.03.13

David Goggins is registered to run the 2013 BADWATER ultra-Marathon.

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Introduction by GJS: 

You’re about to read something by a man who can run faster, swim further, shoot straighter, fight dirtier, drink stronger, cuss filthier, suffer quieter, not give-a-fuck harder, yet inspire deeper and look the abyss dead-in-the-face longer, than most likely anyone you have ever met.

I’ve known J.P. for what in my life, would be considered a long time.  Maybe it’s my life style, maybe it’s theirs, probably both, but the people who I call friends generally aren’t in the rotation for as long as I would like.  People move away or they change. Sometimes they die and other times they just disappear;  More often than not the latter of the two.  So, my list of friends is short.  I know many people, but actual friends are few.

J.P. came to me about writing a post and without any hesitation I said “Hell yes.”  Over the years, even amongst my friends, he stands out as someone who has always had an insightful perspective; never simply recycling the same trite crap that most people toss around.  He’s a man who has seen the world, has won some battles and lost others, and has been a leader of men.  There’s a humanity to him that you can’t know unless you’ve spent time together and which simply does not exist in most people these days.

He’s not a plastic human or a disposable, sanitary option.  He’s not a weak, half-assed photo-copy or a 10 dollar celebrity t-shirt.   He’s real. I’m proud that he calls me his friend.

This article is an incredibly personal one and to me it says things that for many, including myself, are terribly difficult to put into words.  A lot of people don’t “get” me.  They just don’t, and they never will because they don’t know what I know and haven’t taken the path I have.  Frankly speaking, you might have known me for years, but in reality you don’t know me at all.  JP and I have shared the path together at times, and although we’re in very different places now, he knows.  He always seems to know.

Reading this might confuse you and it will surely challenge some of your sensibilities, but these are things you don’t often get in everyday life.  This thing, which has become such a rarity, even amongst the people closest to you is what you are about to be exposed to…

Honesty.

My Mission. My War. My Life.

Guest Post by “J.P.”

There comes a time for all things to end.

No matter how good or bad something may be, it does not last forever.  This is the case in my situation.  I was diagnosed over a year ago with chronic PTSD.  I will soon be medically retired from the one thing that I have clutched to my heart for almost half of my life, the United States Marine Corps.

The news comes to me as both a source of panic and one of relief.  I am relieved because I will be getting the treatment that I so desperately need to function normally in the outside world, yet panicked because I do not know how I will get along in a world among a populace where 99% of the people I meet simply do not “get it”.

I know that there are many who do not support, and even frown upon war, but it has made me the person that I am today.  For better or for worse, I will always carry the ghosts of many with me for the rest of my life.  The ghosts of my friends and my enemies.

I joined a profession of men who train to kill for a living.  Some of those men never get the chance, but I am not among them.  It may seem like tears in the ocean, but I have spent 88 days of my 37 years of life engaged in mortal combat with an enemy.  Killing people comes with a price and a satisfaction that only one other action can give you, and that’s saving one.  I stopped truly counting how many men I have killed somewhere past 40, and instead began weighing how many lives I have saved by doing so.  When you can look into a dying man’s eyes and respond to him when he says “Tell my wife I love her” with “Tell her yourself”, it empowers you to a point that nothing else can top.

Taking a man’s life is infinitely easier than saving one.

So, as I will soon transition to a life where I do not kill or train people to kill for a living, I am uncertain of what life will hold for me.  I can without a doubt say that war and training for the acts of war has made me a better person overall.
I can also say with absolute certainty that I have worked with and trained some of the most amazing men on the planet.

One of those men is Mr. Gaijinass himself.  I will leave the stories about Eric and I for him to tell, but I will say that he is among a select few that has what it takes to be a professional killer.

I have seen in my exploits some of the toughest men cry like children when faced with certain death.  I have seen people who were considered weak by many standards rise to the occasion when the chips were down, and turn the tide of battle in the name of saving that man on his left or his right.  I have personally had to make a decision to let someone die so that others may live (one of the hardest decisions I have ever made).

To look at a man who is desperately trying to save his friend’s life
(a nearly decapitated Marine) and tell him that there is nothing he can do to save him, and make him go fight a pressing enemy is something that I will both always and never regret doing.  The profession that Eric and I chose was one that is both unsavory and thankless.  It is also necessary to maintain order and balance in the world.

Warriors live and die knowing that every move in combat could be their last.  They do terrible things in the name of a cause that others are not willing to do. I fear that my tenacity as a human being is a bit over the top for the general populace. I look around at the world and I wonder if what I have done in life (as a professional killer) has made a difference.  I wonder if the ghosts I carry with me are all for naught.

Generally speaking, I say no.

I would not give up what I have done for anything. No amount of money or fame could ever replace the feelings I had when all I could do was fight to survive.  Those moments are what truly gave me life.

The burdens I carry from my PTSD are many.  I have sleep disorders caused mostly by nightmares, and I often see things that aren’t there.  It has caused me to take things so seriously, that I hold everyone to a higher standard in life.

I expect everyone to do things as if their lives depended on it.  I expect everyone to take pride in every aspect of their lives.

I expect everyone to try to do everything better than whatever it was they did last.

The issues that I have and the approach that I take with them have a tendency to make people feel small.  Call it paranoia if you will, but if you aren’t doing things to your absolute best, then someone else has to pay the price for it.  I see this in every aspect of life now.  You could be in any profession, and if you aren’t doing what you can do to top your last effort, then you are a failure and should promptly remove yourself from the gene pool.  The world as I see it has become soft because people have taken less and less pride in what they do as humans. They look for shortcuts and handouts.  They choose to take the path of least resistance, even though in many cases the rewards are much less.

I understand that peace is ultimately better than war, but I also know that the only way to stop war is with more war.  This is the endless cycle.  I know that life “out there” is not combat, but it does not change how I feel about how people should operate.

There is a natural order to the world, and it begins and ends with how much effort you put into something.  I am a true believer that a person can not truly be a person until they have faced and overcome dire adversity.  I believe that you can only truly appreciate life as we know it when you have personally seen how delicate it is and how quickly it can end.

I secretly long for a day when the apocalypse happens, and the world becomes a place where only those that can earn it by any means necessary can have it.  I know it seems childish, but this is how I have lived the last 7 years of my life.  What’s mine is mine, and the only way you are going to get it is to pry it from the hands of my stiff corpse.

I know that this topic is not something that you would normally see here, but I have known Eric as a friend, brother, student, and colleague for almost 15 years.  I asked him if I could write something about what is going on with me on his blog, because I feel that it is a more limited forum of intellectual people.

I know that I may be judged for my opinions, and I am OK with that.  I also know that most of the people that browse this blog have faced adversities of many types in their lives.  I know that in the end, I will succeed in life, but I am hoping to maybe gain some advice from people on how to not want to hold people to the standards that I feel the world so desperately needs.  I know that the terms “good, bad, right, and wrong” are all relative to the person looking at them.

For those that are interested, I plan on going back to school to become a computer forensics specialist. I will also most likely volunteer some of my spare time to help people with PTSD issues like myself. I am not here for sympathy, just advice on what will probably be the most difficult transition of my life.

Thanks to all of you in advance for reading this, and again thanks if you have some advice for me, no matter how harsh it may be.

Semper Fidelis,

J.P.

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Hypocrisy, Cynicism, Lies and Shame

Barack Obama is recognised to be a person of acute intelligence, a legal scholar, careful with his choice of words. He deserves to be taken seriously — both what he says, and what he omits.

Noam Chomsky

As the very environment I inhabit continues to shake and rumble, and as both my future and that of Japan itself are as unsteady as the foundation of the building I live in, my eyes turn to the middle east and to America’s, and “The West’s”, misguided tramplings.

Cynicism

The definition of cynicism is as follows:

1. An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others

Libya, Bahrain, Occupied territories

 

The deputy national security advisor Dennis McDonough told the Washington Post,  “We don’t make decisions about questions like intervention based on consistency or precedent,” he said. “We make them on how we can best advance our interests in the region.”

This says volumes while explaining very little other than further illustrating that there is more going on in Libya besides “humanitarian intervention”.

It seems clear that the use of American military power was brought to bare on a sovereign foreign country, one with whom we have often collaborated, in order to “advance our interests in the region” under the smoke screen of a “humanitarian intervention”.

As discussed in this article the USA is quite picky in regards to which humanitarian interventions it wants to involve itself in.  Libya was seen as something worthwhile while the West bank, Bahrain and the Ivory Coast are not worth America’s time.

One can only be left at best confused yet more likely with a developing sense of cynicism spawned and easily maintained by the extensive menu of lies, cover ups, screw ups and bad policies that the American government insists on implementing and maintaining with genuine vigor.

But is it cynicism?

If the facts tell the truth and if one accepts very basic moral principles regarding what constitutes a moral/immoral action then perhaps it’s something other than cynicism.
When the president of the United states claims in no uncertain terms that a military action (bombing in Libya) is purely humanitarian yet his deputy national security advisor states it’s to “advance our interests in the region” than who is lying?  When we have clearly used force to aid in the ousting of a particular regime (Gaddafi) yet then claim that ”If we tried to overthrow Gaddafi by force, our coalition would splinter,” how can one trust anything that these people perpetuate and put forward?

According to the current US president, bombing is not using force.

 

"Thank god we didn't have to use Force!"

 

The double think is so prevalent the Obama administration should be paying George Orwell royalties.

 

Read  more in Hypocrisy, Cynicism, Lies and Shame 1 or check out 6 media “buzz” words and the (shocking) real meanings.

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