It’s The Kool-Aid Man!

My last post has blown up in the most epic of manners.  I have gone from barely breaking 10,000 views to now having nearly 15,000, and all from one piece of writing.  Along with that have come a flurry of negative comments aimed at my country, my job, my profession, my comrades, my personal life, and my accomplishments.  There have been some true historians that have attempted to educate me on why I have all the details of what happened in Iraq all wrong (mind you, they never went there), and that Pearl Harbor was our own fault for putting embargoes on the Japanese.  There have been true patriots that have gone about letting me know how corrupt my government is and how we are working for the bankers (while I’m sure they have a credit card, retirement plan, home loan, car loan, and a bank account to begin with).  There have been the murderer comments.  There have been film reviews when the amount I addressed the movie was minimal (to include purposefully snide comments directed personally to insult me for liking “American Sniper”).  There were global police comments.  There have been insults upon dead servicemen.  There have been people who support Jesse Ventura in his pursuit of a lawsuit against a widow.  There have been worse racial comments than referring to insurgent fighters as “savages”.  There have been people justifying the actions of terrorists, genocidal dictators, and armies that played “catch the baby” with bayonets.  And beyond all of that there have been some base, weak name calling (I got called a donkey).
Apparently, with these types of people, if you show any inkling of supporting the country in which you live, despite its flaws, you are some sort of brainwashed zombie.  As I was told many times.  I also got accused of “drinking the Kool-Aid”.  Often.  As I have been informed I should “lay off the Kool-Aid”.  I don’t understand what this brilliant masters of the keyboard have against Kool-Aid!  It’s delicious!  I’ve drank it since I was a young boy, riding my bike around the neighbor and ramping it off of anything I could find.  All flavorful and packed full of sugar, it’s wonderful!  Love that stuff!  Personally, my favorite flavor was always grape, but you had to have some variety in there.  Sometimes, you gotta suck it up and drink the orange drank, so that you can really appreciate grape, cherry, and fruit punch.  I drank so much of when I was younger, you had might as well call me the Kool-Aid Man!  OH YEEAAHH!
I mean, I’ve busted through a few Iraqi walls in my day.  I mean, all of those thirsty people in the desert, you know they just wanted some Kool-Aid brought to them, courtesy of America.  So when I read comments like “You should stop drinking the Kool Aid please”  I guess it makes sense, because I should be sharing it with those less fortunate in third world countries.  You guys know who looks SUPER thirsty?  ISIS!  They look like they could use a little Kool-Aid!  Then maybe they wouldn’t go around beheading people on Youtube.  I would be happy to bring some Kool-Aid to them to quench their dry mouths.  I would bust right through their walls, and just give them an entire face full of Kool-Aid!

But there’s apparently some people in America that could use a little Kool-aid brought to them.  Which I don’t understand, since we live in such a privileged country.  I mean, in America we have the right and ability to freely go to the store and pick up some Kool-Aid, and despite our economy not quite being up to what it used to be, Kool-Aid is fairly inexpensive, making it affordable to most people even in our lower income groups.  But guys like ISIS in impoverished countries, are too busy making sure women don’t show their faces, and people don’t look at porn, and chasing after people who draw pictures of their prophet to be able to go to the store.  That and their economics are so much worse than ours that Kool-Aid is hardly affordable to even what is considered their middle class.  That’s why they need it brought to them.

There is, however, not an endless supply of Kool-Aid.  And that is unfortunate.  The pitcher gets refilled once you start handing out Kool-Aid to people.  Its filled with the spilled blood of our troops that have died in combat.  They go to fight the fights for our nation, and from time to time their blood is shed.  They volunteered for this.  They do it so the world will one day enjoy the freedom of Kool-Aid, and not just Americans.  Everyone deserves to have a little big of Kool-Aid in their lives, despite where they were born.  Especially little kids who want nothing more than to be able and go ramp their bikes off of whatever jumps they can find.  Maybe if more people in America went about chipping in to help make a few pitchers of Kool-Aid, the amount that our troops would have to give to fill a pitcher would be less?  I guess until then, I’ll just have to bear listening to a bunch of people who have never known the joys of Kool-Aid critique my writings from the comfort of their home, while America’s troops continue to fill the pitcher in the name of a bunch of people who would betray them for some other beverage, like Funny Face, Hawaiian Punch, Tang (that awful, no diversity having crap), and Haterade (which seems to be the favorite of a few of the people commenting).  On that note, I believe I’ll go mix some tropical punch up and enjoy all of those views that my blog got, regardless of the, comparably, handful of haters that had shit to say.
Arctic Kool-Aid, out.

OOOOOHHHHHHH  YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!