When I was serving in the Marine Corps, I dealt with plenty of moral and philosophical challenges due to the violent nature of the organization that I eventually had to learn to deal with on my own. Prior to joining, I still felt that there was a place for governments: a military is needed for defense, and a small government was needed to prosecute criminals, both should be efficient and moral. As I went through boot camp, I quickly realized the ethical error in my decision to join, but I had to search high and low throughout my service for the solution to this error. I had to reject the brainwashing inhibited to me throughout my training, and I had to re-study the information I’d previously retained that was lost in the psychological mind-ruling of the United States Marine Corps. Throughout my studies, Murray Rothbard, Lysander Spooner, and Ludwig von Mises helped me begin to break out of my patriotic mind-set, and begin to assess the real nature of government: violence against the individual. Even though such great literary works by these authors helped me the most, I wish that I had a book like FREEDOM! by Adam Kokesh to help me along the way, but unfortunately, it was just a mere sparkle in his eye during this time. However, having the prior knowledge that I did made me realize the importance of the book while I was reading it, and I was able to come to an even greater understanding of what the principle of non-aggression, as a inhibitor of true freedom, is.
Category Archives: Poetry Chron
I am very excited and humbled at the great response that has come from the things I have written, and I want to thank everyone for their professionalism. I have been rather absent as of late due to feeling pretty under the weather, so I hope to address the great points being brought up in the comments sections of my essays when I’m feeling a little better!
Some topics coming up are: government encroachment on social media, and a comprehensive research paper on the similarities between Eazy-E and Syd Barrett’s music careers.
In the mean time, I will transcribe a poem I wrote when I was in the Marine Corps:
So there I was
Cleaning the toilet
I wasn’t mad
Like last week
But I’m cleaning the toilet now
and I’m pretty pissed off
Field day is the most dreaded day of the week for young Marines: the day (usually Thursday) that we all have to clean every inch of the barracks and our barracks room. The day after we cleaned, our rooms stood a white glove inspection. If you failed the inspection, you would be subject to reevaluation Saturday morning which meant that Friday night was spent all night cleaning. Usually the reevaluation was done in our dress uniforms which meant that not only was your room being reinspected, but your uniform was being inspected as well. So, you can just go ahead and kiss your weekend good-bye if you failed field day inspection. The sacred weekend. So, that’s where the frustration and stress comes in this poem. I had spent a lot of time cleaning the toilet, and my Sergeant came in and told me that there was a little bit of dust in a tiny little crack on the side that I missed. I had to reclean the toilet… So I wrote a poem before I did and got the toilet clean. Haha. Marine Corps.