Yikes

Well, it's Monday, the day before election day. I feel nervous. If Obama pulls off a win tomorrow, which is very possible, we are in all sorts of trouble. I don't know if this country will ever be the same again. By the time he introduces all of his Socialist programs, the military won't be the only ones being told where to live, where to go to see the Doctor, or what to do with our money. Wait, what money, since he's going to tax the crap out of anything we have, we won't be able to do anything since he's going to give it to people who sit on their asses and do nothing all day. I can tell you that my husband and I both worked during the years Clinton was President and I worked for three years during the first Bush term. When Clinton was President we made about $45,000 a year together. We usually had to pay in between $200-$1000 PER YEAR in taxes, we NEVER broke even, we NEVER received a refund. During the Bush years that I still worked, after his tax cuts, we made the same $45,000 a year and we FINALLy started breaking even and even getting small refunds. Of course, it was when I stopped working and became a one income family that we started getting bigger refunds because we were making quite a bit less. And now that husband has busted his ass and has made this military career work and has finally gotten promoted to where we are living pretty comfortably and we are going to be making about the same amount as when we were both working, and now we might get this asshole in to reverse all those things and we'll be back to paying what little we were able to get ahead. And any military family knows that's not always easy.

And then the husband comes home and tells me about his day. I swear I hate this command more and more each day, and it didn't think that was possibly yesterday. These guys wouldn't know common sense if it bit 'em on the ass. Half of them have their families in different states, and half of them don't have families. I don't know which is worse. And you can feed me the bullshit about if the Marine Corps wanted him to have a family they would have issued him one, but that shit just doesn't fly anymore. Not today. Not with a career Marine in his flipping 30's. So, he's supposed to be on half days. They did just get back from 7 months in Iraq you know. So, now they wanted to start keeping him for full days. And then send him away for a week. WTF?!? I mean, I know the job is demanding, but I think they deserve a fucking break, at least through Christmas. But no, semen is going to start sending them to the field for one week out of the month. All I can do is pray real hard that the Change of Command we don't get another cum drop that continues these audatious policies. I mean, we do have to be with this unit until April. I can't even go to the Marine Corps Ball this year because I don't think I can act like I'm happy around these people. And I can usually put on a pretty good damn act. I can't act like the shit they do to my husband at work doesn't affect me, because the shit they do to him has a direct effect on me and the kids. That's just like these bastartds sitting in these classes telling my husband and his Marines that the shit they saw and did outside the wire everyday, doesn't amount to jack shit and isn't "combat" because they didn't have some fuckhead shooting at them. No, they were just trying to blow them up, that's not combat, that doesn't take a toll on their psyche at all. Get a fucking clue. Didn't see them out there walking that walk, I think they should. I think they should have to walk that walk. I could go on, but I'm sure I'll get plenty of chances to ream this command before it's all over with.