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Gen Peter Pace is still an asshole and homophobe

This is funny. It really is funny. At work this morning, the thing that’s being passed arpimd is at the below link.

http://www.blackfive.net/main/2007/10/general-ret-pet.html.For those who can’t see the picture, it’s a note card written to his platoon, with four stars pinned on it. It says, “These are yours, not mine. With love and …”

Apparently, former Chief of Staff Peter Pace, who not once, but twice as CoS condemned homosexuals serving in the military and also made some very anti-women comments earlier in his career, put that below at the Vietnam Memorial in DC.

A little chubby Navy girl showed it to me and goes, “You read it, because if I read it, I’ll cry.”

It’s written to his platoon – many of whom died during the Vietnam War. It was written as a way to “honor them” saying that he owes them for these stars, and they made him who he is today.

Everyone was moved by it. I asked the question of why it’s so touching knowing that he is anti-women and anti-gays.

He was a leader of all troops, speaking out against homosexuality, equating it to adultery.

I am sorry – but being unfaithful to the person you love is wrong – and should be condemned, but two people in love, sharing the gift of love and touch and emotions is not wrong.

I wonder if he knew that some of those who died during the Vietnam War was gay, whether he would still have done what he did.

The military wants to talk about leadership and love and brotherhood – but it only applies if you’re straight, god-loving and buy into its ideals.

“People’s actions speak louder than their words, why are we moved by this bigot?” I asked.

She walked away and said, “You’re ignorant.”

Who’s really ignorant here – the person who will be moved by a gesture of a bigot, or one who recognizes the inconsistency in all of this? I vote for the former.

The fact of the matter is this: either these people in the military are really fucking dumb, or have been brainwashed. The logic is clear as day – you can’t be a leader and appreciate your troops, unless you accept for who they are. As a leader, you lead all people – just not the people you don’t see as being sinful.

Peter Pace can go fuck himself too, now that he’s retired. Sometimes, war is a good thing – it weeds out people like that.

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My disenchantment with the military

It’s a one-percent chance, but I could get out of the Army as early as next week. It was a decision made in the heat of emotions – and it’s a decision, if the paperwork goes through, is one of the best decisions in my life.

This morning at work, I was asked again, about my re-enlistment and whether or not I planned on signing it. In short, I told them that the Army was no longer my passion – that there are changes I’d like to see in the world, and that I found the military to be useless in my vision for the world.

A co-worker shot up and said that that I wasn’t honoring my commitment and that if it wasn’t for the military, I wouldn’t be able to be able to do the activism for the “stupid feminism and gay rights shit” that I do.

It turned into a screaming match, me telling the Army people to go fuck themselves and them telling me that I am cutting and running, and that I don’t truly believe in America or freedom.

I’d argued that I spent the past six years of my life wasting it away in the military, when I could have done so much more for the world. They shot back in saying that the military is an honorable profession and that they were the true defenders of freedom. I told them they were stupid and hypocrites, for getting angry over the flag being trampled upon, but do nothing when the Constitution gets trampled upon.

To make a long story short, I was asked if I could get out of the Army right now, whether I’d agree to it. I did.

It was supposed to be a challenge to me – I was supposed to say it was only my emotions. But it’s not. It’s truly how I feel.

The easy way in life would be for me to spend the rest of my career in the Army. The money would be good. I am good at what I do – I am well known and respected – and I can get a job anywhere I want. In fact, I was once offered a job as the press secretary to the Secretary of the Army. So, yes, I know I’ve got the skills.

But in the end, it’s not about me. It’s about changing the world. It’s about making other people’s lives better. Too often, people get caught up in their American Dream that they forget about others. My America dream is to ensure that others get theirs.

So, yes, the Army can take its God and country and values and religion and go fuck themselves with it.

I doubt the paperwork will go through, but if it does, then good. If not, then by January or February, I’d be a civilian anyway.

Too often, people make the safe decisions in life. Decisions that benefit them and their lives.

A girl once told that I need to think of myself more – and not to be so selfless. What she didn’t understand – and what very few people understand – is that in working for human rights and social justice, I AM thinking of myself – because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself or be emotionally satisfied if I did anything else.

Besides, I am talented. I’ve got jobs lined up. An ambassador today said to give him a call if I needed help with looking for a job, too. I don’t fucking need the military. It can go fuck itself.



I got a job offer from a pro-choice organization.

Bam! There you have it, baby! Forgive me for gloating, but I think I just shut some doubters up about my ability to sustain myself after I get out of the Army.

My parents, the Army and conservative “friends” have been worried – how will I survive after the Army? Here’s how: you get a job offer without even having to submit a resume. People remember me and see my work and ability and skills and drive and passion and intelligence!

To be sure, I’d already had a low-paying intership offer up in DC. But today, after a few days of being in contact with a prominent pro-choice organization to volunteer for them, and after conversations with them, I’ve been offered a job in the public relations/strategic communications department for this organization …this pays well enough, and it allows to continue my passion, stay in the DC/NoVA area and still finish school. That’s how you build a political career!

A few months ago, the Army offered me $25,000 to re-enlist …and pushed me to sign the paperwork as the “window was closing” on that bonus. I declined. Although I’ve not officially accepted this job, as I am exploring other possibilities, I can officially tell the Army to take their $25,000 and shove it.

This should shut my parents the hell up, too. Although I am sure someone is going to come along and tell me that I will be making my living killing babies. :0)

I get to work in an area of interest, something I am passionate about and I get paid for it? This is not work – it’s pure pleasure – with a condom, of course – as one of my jobs will be to promote contraception vs. abstinence!



“Coming out” to my parents

I am on vacation, but I still want to write, simply because I’ve ran across a lot of issues worth talking about, to include a fake “abortion” clinic that I called to find out what they’re about (I’ll blog that later). I also went to a strip club with old friends last night, and hated it. I’ll blog that later, too. For now, this one is about my “coming out.”

Almost two-and-a-half years ago, I came out to my parents. No, it wasn’t the type where at Thanksgiving dinner, I announced that I liked penises now, as my dad choked on the turkey breast (what else would he be eating, right?) and my mon slowly fainted, her face in the bowl of gravy.

My coming was a different sort. I announced to them that I had declared myself a women’s studies major, and now a feminist.

I think they took it quite well. In fact, they probably saw it as a phase, one that would pass. My dad, in his sense of humor, would introduce me to the neighbors as “Marc, our daughter.”

Coming home and seeing them now, though, it’s a little different. They’re beginning to realize that I am in this movement for good.

When I told them that I would be getting out of the Army, finishing up my degree and then going to law school to be an attorney in women’s and human rights issues before trying to go into politics, their first question was how I would make money.

“Why don’t you stay in the Army for 20 years and retire to collect paycheck? You’ll only be 37 by then,” my mom pressed.

“Mom, because women’s rights can’t wait. I want to make a difference,” I replied.

They still don’t get it. They worry about money and how I’d make a living, even after I’d told them that so long as I have a roof over my head and a few nice suits to go to work in, I’d be happy. They don’t get it.

I love my parents, but they want me to do things that don’t matter to me. My calling is feminism and progressive politics. My parents envisioned I’d be a doctor or a hot-shot attorney. This time, they’d even offer to start a business for me.

“What change in the world would I make?” I asked them.

“What girl would marry a man with no money, working for a non-profit as an attorney?” my mom asked.

“Mom, women aren’t gold-diggers, and they’re capable of making money on their own. Besides, I’ve got plenty of admirers who’d want to date me. It’s okay, I don’t need money to get laid.”

They’re unhappy, but I am not going to change my life and my passion around for them. I love my parents, but I love my country more. I want to make my parents happy, but there are millions of my fellow human beings who are still being marginalized based on the sex into which they were born. They take priority.

They gave me life and I am thankful for that. But now, I will use my life to change lives. I am not going to sit around doing my best to make them happy. After all, life is a gift. When you give someone a gift, you shouldn’t expect them to do with it what you want. It’s THEIR gift.



Unisex baby showers!
September 7, 2007, 3:57 pm
Filed under: baby showers, Feminism, feminists, gender roles, military, misogyny, patriarchy, sexism, unisex

So, sitting here at work, a co-worker just came in all shocked, screaming “God, do you know what I just found out? They do unisex baby showers now!”

He seemed shocked. “Oh, baby showers as I’ve been taught, are for women. They’d come around and play women games and talk about baby stuff. That stuff’s not for men.”

I really don’t know what to think. Do I confront this guy and ask what “women games” are, or do I let it go, or do I talk to him about gender and social construct? This is the same guy who, a few weeks ago, told another co-worker she could come over and cook for him so she can “practice cooking for [her] husband.”

I confronted him, and he said, “You and your feminist crap. It’s just tradition, Marc.”

It’s funny, because in the military, I see a lot of sexism, but most of it is underlined. Then, I hear these people speak and I want to pull out my hair. It’s too bad I am bald.

 One day, I was outside talking to a few people and when we talked about women, and I made the point: “Isn’t it funny what we do for love when we were in our teens?”

A guy said, “Yeah, they say money is the root of all evils. It’s not money, it’s women.” I nearly smacked him.

 Sometimes, I am glad I am leaving the military. I don’t really know how much of it I can really take really bite my tongue on.

 On a different note, I am leaving for California soon. So, it’s a little vacation. This blog takes a vacation, too – unless I run across something really sexist or misogynistic, then I’ll try to find a computer.

I am wearing my “I (heart) pro-choice girls” shirt on the plane. I just want to see how many dirty looks I get.