May the grassy ass be with you, Obakewan Pepobi
How new are you? BDAnon is a larp. His percentage of accuracy is well below the margin of larpdom. Quit wasting your time and go get some dinner. You think better after having a decent meal.
I didn't make it - someone way moar talented than me produced this artistry. I just nik'd tf out of it when I saw it.
I've found over time that using the best memes sparingly is the way to go…over-do them and they loose their oomph.
Newfags do mention BDAnon from /pol/ like he's a real insider. His first set of posts more than a year ago revealed himself to be a larp, and he's been wrong on practically everything ever since.
If you are to judge, newfag, you need to research back thru his posts. Believing anything in here because someone vouches for it or calls it out like it's something special, is exactly what the larp-shills are trying to do. They're just begging for suckers. Don't be one.
Research
Lurk moar, you'll see.
It's General Flynn, please. Give the man his due, he's more than earned it.
I could castigate you, Anon, in terms that would make the most seasoned Marine drill sergeant blush, but I'm not going to do so.
This post is for you, and any other Anon out there, who is feeling discouraged, disheartened, or exhausted.
Have you lost everything? Are you truly living so miserably that you just have to run away from it all? RETREAT?
Anons, our forebears fought in wars where the price was lives, not a long-playing record of mental anguish over things not going the way you want. They buried their faces in volcanic sand as deeply as possible to avoid deadly fragments that would kill them. They watched their closest friends die screaming in agony, on fire, or life just draining away as they called for Mom.
Last letters written to wives, sweetheards, kids, washed out to sea or blown to bits from explosives. Survivors who lived for months, sick from dysentery and literally shitting their pants daily, dwindling to weights that saw them hitch their belts to nearly half the length, while watching their meager bags of belongings get burned up by an incendiary in their unoccupied foxhole. Those men were thefortunate ones
Do not beg for sympathy here. Do not whine. Expect no one to tuck your little head onto their shoulder and let you have a good cry. Realize that you are far better off in this war than others in the past, and how bad things could really be for you, and for us all.
If you're tired, come off the line, recharge, GO TO CHURCH, get your soul back in touch with what matters. Kiss a woman, care for a child. Then go look yourself in the mirror after a shower and a good night's sleep and ask yourself this:
Are they worth defending?
If you answer yes, go eat a good meal and get yer ass back in here.
If you answer in the negative, don't come back. Go complain on fuckfacebook and be a Debby Downer somewhere else, because we do not need weak sisters on this battlefield.
We can tolerate people who come off the line. We cannot abide chickenshits who refuse to think about anyone other than themselves.
Expound. Lots of somethings are happening. Most of them are uninteresting.