I asked him “Please do not advertise our main competitor in the store” and he says “Why don’t you close your ears and get behind the counter and do your job!”

I nearly lost it.

It took everything for me to turn away and not side walk slam him.

I’m so fucking tired of people shitting on me around here.  I’m going to follow up on the job I applied for at Whole Foods on Monday.

There is a small amount of people probably around 2% who are new to cigars and have recognized the generosity of fellow BOTL’s (Brothers of the Leaf) and have chosen to exploit it.  This happens specifically on cigar forums such as Cigar Asylum, BOTL, etc.  These are individuals that are often found responding to threads about a certain cigar with responses such as “Wow, I wish I could try that…” or “What does that taste like? I’d really like to try one…” and so on and so forth.

Another practice of seasoned BOTL’s is the act of “bombing” your friends.  This is where you package up some sticks you enjoy or they enjoy and fire it off to an un-suspecting friend.  It’s a really nice gesture, it feels good to get bombed and even better to bomb.  However these same individuals who try to fish for free sticks using the previous method also fish for bombs.  They do so by putting their address as their location on the forum; posting comments like “Wow, I wish someone would bomb me with sticks like that” or when someone posts an incoming bomb they say stuff like “Oh man….I better get a new mailbox”.  Nobody said the bomb was for you, dipshit.

Why am I ranting about this you might ask? I am ranting because this is a BS moocher behavior.  These guys are not bombing people or sending guys sticks, they’re just here to try to get free shit.  They’re a drain on the BOTL way and it’s just an overall scummy practice.  So this is for all the mooch MF’s out there fishing for free cigars, if you sit back and enjoy the community, make some friends, send some sticks, and show you’re a BOTL, you will be rewarded with a great circle of friends, who may share some sticks with you.  If you continue to be a mooch, fisherman, or typical loser, you won’t get shit from BOTL’s other than the cold shoulder.

PLEASE NOTE:

This has NOT been edited for grammar and spelling errors, because I don’t give a shit today.

He replies to my e-mail with this “This is college, extra credit is out of the question.”

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Let’s put on the brakes for a second, Chief.

First of all, I’ve been very polite to him.  He and I often interact in class during discussions and seem to get along very well.  We both engage each other with ideas and thoughts because I actually like History and know a good deal about it, so I talk about it in class when nobody else will.

I wonder what is the deal with his condescending tone?

I was furious when I read his e-mail and I had a really hard time responding with composure.  Alas, I did though.  I sent him an e-mail explaining to him that I have other Professors that offer extra credit so that is why I inquired with him.

All in all there was no reason for him to get snotty with me.  I’m not some 18 year old punk kid who doesn’t do his class and homework and then gets bad grades and hopes that extra credit will keep me from sinking.

A thousand apologies, Professor Snape.  It won’t happen again.  Dick.

I’m just venting.  Thanks for listening.

Anyway, I’m required to attend the VA on a regular basis to deal with a few of my medical problems.  I see many Vets on my visits from several wars and many of them share the same common bond, mental illness.  I can assume this was likely caused by the horrors of combat and being exposed to such chemical weapons as Agent Orange.

A lot of these Vets are homeless and I know this because I’ve heard it when they’re speaking to others.  Nobody speaks to me, they probably figure I’m here bringing my Grandpa to the clinic for his appointments and there is no point in speaking to me because I cannot relate.  I can relate, but luckily I am of the era where the Government believes in taking care of its “Soldiers.”

I feel that our nation has found it convenient to forget about these Veterans because their day has come and gone and the government is looking out for OIF/OEF Veterans because they’re in the limelight right now.  The Govt. knows that if they do not take care of all these Men and Women coming home, they will answer for it.  They have at the same time, basically forgotten about our older Veterans.  You know, our Dad’s, Grandpa’s, and Great Grandpa’s? The ones who stormed the beaches at Normandy, and treaded through the swamps in Saigon?

There are an estimated 200k homeless Veterans in the USA, most who suffer from PTSD and other illnesses caused by combat.  There are only a little over 7k of Government funded beds for these Heroes to stay in.  Yes, probably some of them have dug their grave and gotten themselves mixed up with drugs and the wrong people and that is not our problem, but there are several of tem affected by their combat illnesses who are helpless, alone, and forgotten about.

What is my point of this blog? Aside from raising awareness to the few people who read this that do not know about it is to express my anger.  These are Men and Women (mostly Men, from what I have seen) who were willing to give the ultimate sacrifice for their country and the Govt. has found it really easy to shit on them and forget them.  This is not the way it should be done, the Government is responsible for these Men and Women because it’s their fault that they went to war and were hurt.  Yeah, they volunteered and some could argue the fact that they knew the risks.  Anyone who would argue this has never had the pleasure of serving our Nation and is a total jackass and should keep his or her mouth shut.

These Soldiers are owed a debt by the United States and it’s time someone answered the call and took care of them.  You should not come back from war to be pissed on and shit on by the Pentagon.  It’s bullshit, it’s not right, and it needs to be fixed.  Barack Obama Jr. the ball is in YOUR court.  You need to make this right!

I’ll play Secret Santa again, just not at the cigar boards.

Back to Mt. Crumpit…..