There’s an area of contract law that deals with voiding out contracts based on a mistake. Without going into too much detail, because I’m not trying to write a fucking hornbook on the subject, there are two types of mistakes: Unilateral Mistakes (one guy was a dumbass) and Mutual Mistakes (both guys were dumbasses). You can’t get a contract thrown out because you alone were a dumbass, you can get one thrown out because everybody was a dumbass.
This does not apply to the Pentagon, whose dumbassery is legendary and undeniable. The dumbassery of the Pentagon, it seems, is so enormous, so monumental, and so expected that it apparently is the legal duty of those under its command to expect them to fuck things up. Hence the reason that men and women who entered into contracts with it and gave due consideration in the form of years of their lives, their sanity, and their youth are being told those contracts are worth less than toilet paper.
Of course, the people telling them that are the same dipshits that spend thousands of dollars on a roll of Charmin, so at least there’s that.
Continue reading “Fuck You, Soldier, Pay Me.”
It’s official. This election year is like a bad science fiction television show. I keep waiting for the part where the candidates remove their realistic flesh masks and reveal themselves as Lizard People. For the record, if (when) this fuckin’ occurs, I for one, welcome our reptilian overlords.
Think that’s a crazy concept? More or less crazy than conspiracy theorists pandering to the supporters of a major presidential candidate by stating there is a federal protocol in place to simulate an alien invasion? I ask, because we all know someone’s reclusive uncle or grandmother who never quite got over the unquestioned trust of Edward R. Murrow is totally going to post the following on Facebook as proof that Hillary Clinton is the harbinger of the apocalypse:
Done watching four minutes of batshit insanity? Great. Knock back a slug of your drink of choice, take my sweaty, oversized hand, and let’s travel down this batshit filled rabbit hole together, shall we?
Continue reading “I, For One, Welcome Our Reptilian Overlords”
Alright. So a while back I indicated that I was trying, desperately, to figure out this WordPress stuff.
I’m slowly getting there. See, there’s now social media share buttons at the bottom of this page. I’m so fucking special, aren’t I? Look at how special I am, figuring out the internet and shit. I deserve a pat on the back and a drink for all of this. Hell, I even made a Twitter account and an email address that isn’t my name. Because I’m special. Continue reading “Updates from an addled mind”