You, I want you.
I want to talk to all you fine young Republicans about service in my beloved Marine Corps. I know you think that writing blog posts is the same as Scout Sniper school, hunting down America's enemies, but it ain't.
We need you fine young Americans in uniform, in Iraq. We don't need you behind a keyboard, unless it's a USMC keyboard.
Boys, the Corps is hurting We're not making our numbers. And we need fine young Americans like you to serve. The boys from Wal-Mart have done their part, now it's time for you college boy pukes to do the same. You need to buck up and ruck up. Be a part of the Mean Green Fighting Machine. Not sit behind a keyboard like some liberal pussy. We need you men at arms, serving your country in combat.
I can see it. You're saying, do I have the balls to be a Marine? Can I wear that blue uniform, the finest in American fighting man wears, am I man enough?
Sure you are. You've already confronted Islamofascism with words, now it's time for deeds.
After twelve weeks, not eight weeks like the pussies in the Army, at MCRD San Diego or MCRD Parris Island, a few weeks at AIT at Camp Lejune, and you'll be off to Southwest Asia, ready to confront those Islamofascists with an M-4 in your hands and your personal chickenplate armor on your back. So when you are discharged, you can take your vest right into that nighshift at WaWa or Krystals or 7/11. You won't be sleeping nights for a while, so why let those hours go to waste. Put some cash in your pocket.
So why be a Marine, instead of a soldier?
Son, between you and me, the Army is a bunch of fuckups. The Army couldn't piss it's way out of a paper bag. Sure, if you like a uniform which looks like a fruit salad, go be a soldier. But real men join the Corps, men like Ted Williams and Captain Kangeroo. They were Marines. You don't want to be a pussy soldier. Ted Kennedy was a soldier. Michael Dukakis was a soldier. Be a man, be a Marine.
So maybe now you're thinking "can I survive bootcamp"?
I did, you will too. Boot camp isn't like the movies. We'll get you running and jumping and our rifle range makes shooters. No one will be breaking into your home in your gated community back home, once they get a taste of Marine Corps marksmanship.
So, young Republican, this is the time. The Heritage Foundation can wait, that internship can wait. So can law school. It's time for you to serve your country, and not behind some fucking desk.
Go to www.marines.com and start the process of becoming a Marine.
Semper Fi, boot.