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So before I even start this post, I already know I’m going to get flamed. Somebody is going to have an issue with what I’m going to say, and challenge my opinion.

Well really, I don’t care. If you have your opinion, you can share it, in the comments, but don’t expect me to argue with you and respond back. This is my opinion, and I’m laying it out here for all to see. Take it as is, and don’t expect me to respond back to any flames.

So here it goes.

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So yesterday my fiance and I where getting some pizza and wings. We were sitting in the waiting area on the couches and reading some papers on the coffee table.

I started reading an article written by a gay guy. His article was talking about how he went to university and is so fed up with the other gay people making a fuss about how badly they are treated and how they are not respected and all that. He thinks otherwise and now believes the gay community is just causing problems with a society that has pretty much accepted them.

His article is not about what I’m going to go on about. But in his article he mentions about how he and his partner and kid live in Seattle and have a pretty good life.

That is what struck me. He, his partner, and “kid”.

My issue is the kid. I don’t bother gay people, gay people don’t bother me. I even have friends that are gay. I don’t think being gay is right, but this is a free country, and they can do what ever they want, I’m not going to cause a problem over it. I still respect them. I’m just not gay, and have no idea what it is like to be gay.

What bothers me is two gay people raising a kid. I know this issue has been brought up in government assemblies around North America. It seems now that some of the states actually allow gay couples to adopt.

But the thing that bothers me is gay people have been fighting for their “Natural Right” to be gay. Okay, they win, they can be gay because it is “Natural” and a chemical in their brain which makes them gay, apparently.

I’m not sure I actually buy the chemical part, either way I don’t care why their gay. They can make choices about themselves, that is fine. The point is they fought for their Natural Right, and to be married.

Okay, thats fine. But I don’t care what anybody says. A kid being raised by two gay people is not natural, and not right. There is no chemical to blame for this. Two guys, or two chicks, can’t naturally have a baby, so why should they be allowed to adopt a baby. That is not natural.

The kid is not of his adopted gay parents blood. Chances are he will have no chemical in him to make him more inclined to be gay. Growing up he will most likely want to meet a girl, but he was raised in a house hold that does not really promote it. This will cause confusion in his mind.

Then at school, the same argument comes up all the time. He will be teased because his parents are gay.

People can be gay, but no matter what anybody says, it is still the second choice nature intended. A child should be raised the natural way, and then can choose for himself later if he wants to be gay or not.

Some people would argue that being raised by just a woman, or just a man, is about the same as a gay couple. But it is not.

A single mother still raises the child the best she can, and still instills the original natural plan in the child. The child grows up knowing she has a father somewhere and that one day she will find a man to love.

Growing up with two gay parents instills in the child confusion. “Where is my father?” “Why do I have two fathers?” “Where is my mother?” “Do I have a mother?”

There is confusion. Gay people can be gay, I don’t think they should raise children.

If nature intended two people to be gay, then nature also intended them to be without kids.

This is an email I received probably about five years ago, give or take. I stumbled upon it in my email and remembered why I had saved it. I loved it. It is a great piece of writing, a great inspiration.

I did not write this. As it says, an Australian Dentist wrote this. But of course, I’m not even sure if it really was an Australian Dentist. This piece just says it was.

So enjoy,

Cuyler Callahan

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A nicely written piece… Written by an Australian Dentist…
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> >>>> To Kill an American or an Canadian
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> >>>> You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was
> >>>> actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a
> >>>> newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American or
> >>>> Canadian, any American or Canadian.
> >>>> Read the rest of this entry »

For the record, I did not write this. I found this on facebook. I do not know who the original author of this writing is. If you are the original author, let me know, and I’ll gladly give you credit to this and update this post to include your name.

I thought this was a great piece. I’ve been in the Canadian Forces Army for a bit now. I was a reservist in the infantry for a year, from July 07 to July 08, with the Loyal Edmonton Regiment in Edmonton. I got in the Regular Force in April of 2009 and I’m now a member of the Electrical Mechanical Engineers (EME) as a Vehicle Technician.

I find this piece hilarious, but also quite accurate. The best part of being a soldier is laughing at ourselves at some of the strange and nonsensical things we do. So for a good laugh read this piece and enjoy a funny, but accurate, account of the typical Canadian Soldier’s life.

Enjoy!

Cuyler Callahan

HOW TO SIMULATE CANADIAN ARMY LIFE

Want to be a soldier, but really don’t want to commit precious years of your life? Here are some easy ways to simulate exactly what it’s like to be a Canadian soldier!

-.-.-.-.-FIELD LIFE-.-.-.-.-.-

–> Surround yourself with people who smoke like chimneys, drink like fish, bitch/whine/complain about EVERYTHING, and use foul language that would make a teamster blush.

–> Pack three days worth of clothes and toiletries. Live in your backyard for two weeks. Go into the house only once in that two weeks to shower.

–> Dig a hole in your backyard and live in it. Allow no direct contact with your family. Your only means of communication should be with letters that your neighbours have held for at least three weeks, discarding two of five.

–> Every two days, fill in the hole, move to another part of the yard and dig another hole. Every time you are approximately half-way through digging the hole, have somebody come by, compliment you on the fine hole you’ve dug and tell you to fill it in and dig it somewhere else.

–> Always dig a hole next to the hole you’re living in. This is your toilet. Re-dig the hole every time your move your living hole. Fill in the old hole and it with a “Foul Ground” sign. Have somebody remove the sign while you’re not looking.

–> Collect a jar full of ants, dirt, various bugs and mosquitos. Pour them down the back of your shirt.

–> Have week old fruit and vegetables delivered to your backyard and wait two weeks before eating them.

–> If it doesn’t rain, turn on the sprinklers.

–> If you’re incredibly tired and fed-up one night, stand guard duty in your hole from 3 a.m. to 6 a.m. Don’t sleep at all that day.

–> Sleep for only twenty minutes at a time. No matter how tired you are.

–> Cook your meals over sterno. Prepare all meals blindfolded using all the spices you can grope for, or none at all. Leave to sit and turn ice cold. Eat everything in three minutes. After eating, run two kilometers.

–> Buy two rolls of toilet paper. Ensure one of these two rolls is wet all the time.

–> Run around your yard, periodically throwing yourself to the ground and crawling for at least 20 meters — or smack your shins, knees and elbows with a hammer.

–> For two days in a row, walk 10 kilometers without stopping. Wear a back pack with fifty-five pounds of weight in it. Bitch and whine the whole way.

–> When making sandwiches, leave the bread out for six days, or until it is hard and stale.

–> Have one meal a week served to you floating in its own grease in a large cooler or similar insulated container. Serve coffee, juice and other beverages the same way.

-.-.-.-.-GARRISON LIFE-.-.-.-.-.- (with the repetitive ones deleted)

–>Wear only military uniforms. Even though nobody cares, clean and press one dress uniform and wear it for 20 minutes.

–> Ask for equipment or articles of clothing you really need, and then have somebody tell you that you’re not entitled to it. Walk away.

–>Have your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend whine about how you’re always on deployment.

Whenever you’re bored, get drunk. Be bored often.

–> Study the owner’s manual for all household appliances. Routinely take an appliance apart, clean it and put it back together.

–>Start a project, any project. Have somebody continually stop by and make stupid suggestions to make the job “easier”. Say “yes sir” and do it the way they told you to do it. After they leave, go back to doing it the right way.

–>Move every two years. Whether you want to or not. When you get to a place you really hate, stay there for fifteen years.

–>Replace all your appliances and furniture with those which are outdated, in need of constant repair or dangerous to use. Do more with them than you would if they were new.

–> If you have nothing to do, clean something that doesn’t need cleaning.

-.-.-.-.-.-PEACEKEEPING-.-.-.-.-.-

–>Have two neighbours start a fight. Get in between them and have them hit you instead of each other.

–>After the neighbours have hit you several times, have them calm down. Have another, much larger person pretend to be your ally and piss the neighbours off again (by pretending to bomb their houses and basically bully them around) and start them fighting. Repeat the above.

–>Ask the “feuding” neighbours to throw rocks at you and call you names every time they see you, because of what the larger person did to their homes.

–>Bring the neighbours medical supplies, food and blankets. Have them slam the door in your face without saying thank you, because the much larger person bombed their houses. Get some of them to say thank you, and have the much larger person tell you to never bring them that stuff again.

-.-.-.-.-.-TRAINING ENVIRONMENT-.-.-.-.-.-

–> Run. Run a lot. Once in the morning, once at noon and once before supper. Run at least five kilometers each time, singing inane songs and pretending you really want to do this.

–> Stand to attention in a parking lot in the hot sun for five hours, or until you pass out and fall face first into the asphalt. Have somebody yell at you the entire time. Have this same person nitpick at you incessantly and then fine you $50.00 and confine you to your room for a week, coming out only to go to the bathroom, shower, or to eat.

–> Have somebody yell at you every time you’re stupid enough go outside without a hat on, slouch, or put your hands in your pockets.

–> Cut your hair weekly, making it shorter each time, until you look bald or look like you lost a fight with a demented sheep shearer.

–> Give yourself twenty minutes less than you need for lunch. Eat so fast you don’t taste the food.

–> Buy a gas mask and wear it for two hours every day. Run around the yard while you’re wearing it. Do push-ups in it until you pass out. Fill the mask with pepper spray and recite your Social Insurance Number BACKWARDS, have somebody yell, “Wrong. Do it again!” and repeat this process four times before removing the mask and puking your guts out.

–> Clean and shine everything to perfection. Have somebody yell at you and call you a filthy pig. Pretend to clean and shine everything to perfection again (changing nothing), have the same person inspect it and say “good turnout”.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-INTERACTION WITH CIVILIANS-.-.-.-.-.-.-

–> When around civilians ensure to smoke like a chimney, drink like a fish, bitch/whine/complain about EVERYTHING, and use foul language that would make a teamster blush.

–>Whenever civilians say or do anything stupid, shake your head and mutter in your most contemptuous/condescendingvoice; “f*@kin’ civvies”.

–>Use copious amounts of acronyms and NEVER explain them. When asked to explain shake your head and mutter in your most contemptuous/condescendingvoice; “f*@kin’ civvies”.

–> Have other people say stupid things to you like: “you don’t pay taxes, do you?”, “you get free housing”, “man, you must get paid a lot”. Shake your head and mutter in your most contemptuous/condescendingvoice; “f*@kin’ civvies”.

–>Demand that everyone never thank you for anything you do for them, look at you in a condescending manner and call you names like “G.I. Joe”, and “soldier boy”. Shake your head and mutter in your most contemptuous/condescendingvoice; “f*@kin’ civvies”.

I wrote this poem I think like 2 years ago while I was still in school. I believe I was in Grade 12 at the time.

A Pawn To Our Country

A man is chained to his country
A pawn for his deity
Loyal by birth
No choice to choose his earth

Old men govern him
Laws restrict him
He fights for his nation
His state fights for its leaders

The art of war no longer deans
Chivalry has died with the sword
Far away with guns and machines
Along goes the romance of the fur dressed Nord

Off away for industry,
Doth men die
Profits to be made
Ca-ching rolls leaders eyes

Investment, profits,
Worth more then life
A few corrupt govern all,
By no mans choice does he serve

In God we trust, always trust,
For mens love cannot be found.

Cuyler Callahan