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Doing Bad Was Good For Me

Posted in politics by roving on December 24, 2009

I see the horror going on in schools today. Little kids being forced to sing praises to Obama. Textbooks omitting large parts of history. Some printing lies. Teachers trying to force their ideologies onto the students. Look at the colleges. 9 out of 10 professors are liberal.  Now look at the students.

If a conservative speaker is invited to speak, the students shout them down or become violent. They only believe in their own freedom of speech because a typical liberal is selfish. Where did they get their thinking from? Teachers mostly. After the teachers are done molding the students brain into their way of thinking, the news media takes over and keeps up with the brainwashing.

A liberal is allowed to call a republican a Nazi. Or call for the assassination of a sitting president. If a conservative said anything bad about their sitting president, a liberal will act shocked as if they never heard of such a thing. Liberals are the perfect definition of what two faced is.

I didn’t pay much attention in school so maybe I was spared being brainwashed by teachers. I tired thinking back if the teachers tried pushing off their political views onto the students and I just don’t know. I do remember being forced to watch the Watergate hearings and being bored out of my mind.  I liked Nixon but can’t remember what the teachers had said about him. I remember being forced to read a couple books. One being the Animal Farm and thought it was the stupidest book I ever read. Of course now it all makes sense.

I had more important things to do in school then studying. Things like sketching. I was always drawing something. If I couldn’t think of what to draw, I would sketch the room I was in. Tying thread around flies and letting them go. It took some practice catching a fly then tying thread around its head without popping its head off.

I was also always reading books. My favorite book I read while in school was Red Badge Of Courage. I was reading a couple books a week. I would put the book in the textbook while in class and read. I barely paid attention to what the teacher was saying.

My mother sent me to the counselor a few times during the years I was in school thinking maybe I had a learning problem and each time I went they gave me tests. I always aced them so they would tell my mother there was nothing wrong with me.  I just wasn’t trying. This was true.  I didn’t care for school. My senior year I was skipping school one or two days a week.

The hardest I ever studied was in the 8th grade. We needed to pass the constitution test to get into high school and because the high school was in a different building I didn’t want to be embarrassed and have to stay behind. I did quite well on the test. The only time I studied was when I had to in order to pass. So I read the text books more then I listened to the teachers.

Thanks to not paying attention in class, I was able learn on my own. Now, I read history and love anything to do with history. In school I thought how dumb. Why are we reading about dead people and things that happen so long ago?

I had signed up under the delayed entry program with the Navy while a senior so I already knew what I was going to be doing after graduating. Why bother with school?

I did graduate with just enough credits and a month later at 17, I was serving my country. This is when I DID study. People who fail tests in boot camp will be set back and need to do it over again. No way, no how was I going through that again.  A person could almost taste the fear when we would get text results back. I seen some pretty big men crack, breaking down and crying like babies because of the training. I never cracked but probably would have if I failed a test.

Brainwashing did work in the Navy because I paid attention. Before getting out of the service they asked if I wanted to take a course on how to deal with being a civilian. I thought, how stupid. No I think I will do just find thank you.

When I came home  I wasn’t able to cope very well. I sat around day after day doing nothing. The thought of suicide was always there in the front of my mind. I didn’t know why I was so depressed. My step father was worried so called the local recruiter to ask if anyone in the area was home on leave so I could hang out with them. He saw it. The brainwashing. Me, I didn’t know what was wrong with me.  I came very close to ending it all before I slowing started to come out of it.

Now I realize I was brainwashed and I saw the same thing happening during the campaign and still see it. We who wasn’t brainwashed knew Obama was lying even then. Today Obama is still telling  lie after lie and his people still ignore them.  But like what happen to me, some are coming out of the brainwashing. It just didn’t take me as long.

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How To Become A Shellback

Posted in Uncategorized by roving on March 7, 2009

Everyone is a Pollywog until they cross the equator aboard a ship. Then you become a Shellback. It was a tradition originally  created as a test for the seasoned sailor’s to make sure their new shipmates could handle long rough times at sea. The things they make a pollywog do, I fail to see how that is a test of anything. Maybe things were done different a century ago.

I served aboard the Destroyer USS Dupont pictured in the header of this blog.

The day before the crossing we held a beauty contest.  It was all in good fun. We had no idea what was in store for us the next day. If we did, I doubt we would of been laughing and joking around. The people pictured are still polywogs.  (The man in the middle won.)

I was standing the 4am-8am watch the day we crossed the equator.  As soon as I was relieved, I had to put my pants and shirt on backwards,  my shoes on the wrong feet.  After the ceremonies began, you soon forget how uncomfortable that is. Once its over, we threw everything away.

They started by making us all kneel down and breaking eggs on top of our heads, calling us names and smacking  us with a piece of fire hose.  No sailor is forced to participate but the ones who didn’t were looked down on as cowards. I went through it myself but didn’t look down on the ones who backed out.

We were on our hands and knees the whole day. On ships they have what is called non skid. Its really hard and rough. Sorta like being on your hands and knees on small gravel.

They continually hosed us down with fire hoses while dropping eggs from above on us. We had to crawl from the bow of the ship to the stern. Some gave up. It makes no difference who you are. Even officers who have never crossed goes through this. As a matter of fact our captain had never been across the equator. They were a little extra rough with him from what I heard.

There were only really two gross parts to the whole thing. The first one happen halfway through. They pick the two fattest sailor who are a  shellback, put some kind of green goop on his stomach. I think it may have been peanut butter mixed with horse radish and food coloring. In the belly button is a cherry. We must get that cherry out using our mouth.

The main problem is he grabs your head and pushes your face deep into his belly and smears your head all over it.  After that, there was no turning back. I was going to finish it even if it killed me.

The 2nd one was worse then the belly epeisode. They had saved up garbage for a week. They put the rotted food in a long chute. It reminded me of a slip and slide.  They put a apple in your mouth and you must still have that apple in your mouth when comeing out from the other end. As your going through it, the people on top are beating you trying to get you to drop that apple. If you come out with no apple, you must go through it again.

Inside the chute, was rotted food along with vomit from other sailors who went in it before you. The smell was overwelming. I came out of the chute covered in garbage and puke but still had that apple in my mouth just like the guy in the picture.

Once we get past the garbage chute, we become a shellback. A true blue sailor. We walk over to a fire hose they had hanging down and stand under it to rinse ourselves off. After changing into clean clothes there is a celebration cookout that night.

For the ones who were afraid to go through it the first time across, they had a second chance when we crossed over. It wasnt as bad as what we went through. They didnt have to crawl all over the ship and there was no garbage chute. It also lasted only a few hours. If I had known that, I may have waited for the return trip.

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