David in Qatar is an Idiot, a Jerk, and a Troll
November 21, 2009
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Guilty as charged :)
I enjoy a good back and forth. Some people don't. They are free to ignore me and move on. There's something very important I would like to say to all my readers, both those I consider friends and those who can't stand me:
I didn't come here for you.
I am here on CAPS, blogging away, usually about economics, occasionally about investments, and sometimes about politics, because I want to. I enjoy it. I enjoy debating. Sometimes I cross the line, get a person all riled up, and suffer the backlash. It's not the end of the world. When it's over, it's over. I could sit down and buy a beer for anybody on this site with no hard feelings, even the ones that have given me the most vicious back and forth. Don't let me get to ya. It only feeds the beast :)
I am a selfish blogger. You should be too..
I blog about the things I care about, not the things you care about. On your "My Caps" page, there is a link that says "Create New Post." If you want more investing commentary on this website, click that button and type up a post. What kind of loser complains about the content of a user-controlled site, and then doesn't do anything about it? Pretty stupid isn't it? I comment on posts about topics I care about. If you write about those topics on a public forum like this, where you and I have equal access to your post, I will probably stop by. I might say hello, introduce myself, and discuss the issue politely. Then again, I might not. That's my prerogative.
Your mom thinks you're cool. I don't.
Mr. Burns: I specifically said no nerds.
Milhouse: My mom thinks I'm cool.
My arrogance is part of my nature. I am intimidated by no one, nor impressed by any particular perceived social standing. Accomplishments are interesting. I met a guy once that saved the lives of hundreds of Marines in Iraq in the early part of the war. He was an IT geek that found a flaw in the Army's handling of real time battle information that almost led them to call-for-fire on a Marine unit in front of them. That was pretty cool. Those Marines were about 5 minutes away from being shelled into a pulp. I know a lot of guys with cool stories. I feel cool just knowing them. I don't care if you think I'm cool. And I sure as hell don't care if you think I'm smart. The people I love think I'm an idiot, why should you be any different?
Want to hear a funny story?
Response: "How bout this? You tell me the story, David, and I'll tell you if it's funny."
In March 2000, President Clinton was visiting Islamabad, Pakistan to have a face-to-face with Musharaaf, the military dictator that overthrew Sharif (long story short: Sharif tried to kill Musharaaf , literally. The Army turned on Sharif, and the people supported the Army because Sharif was the most corrupt piece of garbage you've ever seen. They cheered martial law.)
Anyway, I was working at the American Embassy in Islamabad at the time. The Secret Service is quite friendly to Marines (they recruit heavily from them.) They set up a meet and greet in the conference room where Slick Willie was staying.
So we get in the armored car and drive down to the hotel. Along the way, there is a huge banner along one side of the road. It reads, "Welcome, Bil" (yes, they misspelled the President's name) and a Pakistani local is squatting next to it taking a dump in the middle of broad daylight. They do that every now and then. It's pretty disgusting but it's their country so it's best to just try to ignore it. They'll squat down next to your car in the parking lot and let loose if you don't watch out.
We get to the hotel and myself and about 5 other Marines head into the conference room. There is the mayor of Islamabad, some fancy businessmen-types, and a few politicians, and us. We stand out like a milk dot in an ink bowl.
Let's back up a bit. In late 1999, there was a coordinated mortar attack on Western interests in Islamabad. The Embassy was hit (no injuries) and a few other places like the World Bank Office. About the only person seriously wounded was a Pakistani that was working perimeter security at one of the targeted buildings.
He is also present at this little gathering, with his translator. He's on crutches, has the cast, the withered look of suffering through debilitating pain. It's a fine performance. Ocar worthy.
Into the room storms Madeline Albright, Clinton's SecState. (She's the one that said starving Iraqi children through sanctions was worth it if it crumbled Saddam's power. She's a sick person.) She loved Marines (and why wouldn't she? We enabled parasites like her to carry out their psychological aberrations on foreign soils.)
After giving us a few handshakes and photo ops, she comes across our stricken Pakistani comrade. The exchange was memorable.
Albright: "What happened to you?"
Translator : "He was injured in the bombing last year."
Albright: "Aw, you hurt yourself."
And that's it. She abruptly turned and walked away. The translator didn't need to explain that one. Very funny. The one thing about government tax feeders is that they are the kings and queens of shoveling B.S. If you're going to try and B.S. them (like pretending to be permanently injured in hopes of a pity pension), you need to bring your A game.
I never wanted recs, but 3000 is nice
I appreciate the support I've received from fellow liberty lovers on this site. It's a great feeling and a completely unexpected outcome. I had never written in a public forum before. If I'm a troll, then I'm the best damn troll in CAPS history (ok, maybe alstry has me beat). I've received 3000 recs while discussing such entertaining topics as the nature of money, free market fundamentals, central banking, and more. Who would have thought? If I decide to call it quits, this experience will always be a part of my life. I can't thank you guys properly.
A Happy Wife Is A Happy Life
No matter what happens here, or how repulsive you find me (join the club), the really important stuff is how you treat the people that love you. As long as their happy, what difference does it make that I called you an idiot on a random CAPS blog in cyberspace? Well, that's how I look at it. Every time someone calls me a mountain of arrogance (agreed) or an idiot three times in one comment (agreed, but I think we all get the point after two times), I think about the woman I love. She'd agree with everyone calling me an idiot, and she still finds a way to love me. So it's all good, friends.
David in Qatar
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