Bitter cadet away messages are more than just away messages. They are one of fewmeans of venting. They are an artistic outlet. They receive more attention and consideration than academics. They bring joy into the lives of otherwise jaded individuals. They are a way of life... nay, they are life.
A: my damn company failed sami and I havent even been inspected today. WTF....how does thisteach me anything? B: It teaches you life is unfair.L: And it teaches you that west point is about as cool as a sandpaper hand-job…..
Why Officers At West Point Are Like Gang Members --- If you make eye contact they feel they have to prove themselves to you by verballyassaulting you.-- They lie to cover for each other -- They have more power than the police, and less restrictions.-- They Travel in groups.-- They consistantly manipulate the rules for personal benefit.This morning at breakfast, the table unanimously decided that they would be willing totake a bullet if it meant that they could graduate today... definitely looking forward to thenext 2 and a half years at this "fine institution." so my tac came up with a policy that if you miss a class that your immediate superior hasto come "check in on you" every hour on the hour while you're walking hours, I believethis is an excellent developmental tool, because obviously cadets who are treated like perpetual 3 year olds make the best officers, I sure hope they give me a pacifer beforethey ship me to Iraq"I'm here today to tell you West Point (and West Pointers) deserve neither your respect nor your taxpayer dollars." ~The Inevitable Whistleblower Real Men Of Genius. Today, Bud Light salutes you Mr. Cadet Sergeant Major. For you,obscene rules and anal ideals are nothing but everyday necessities. With ridiculous standards and an even more ridiculous haircut, you crack the whip over not only your classmates, but those who are older, smarter, and higher ranking than you. And why do you do it? Because deep down inside you know you are better than everyone around you,and you know you don't care what anyone else thinks. So crack open an ice cold Bud Light Mr. Emerging Leader, cause without you, Firsties would have no one to laugh at. As I strolled up to my door at 0030, I couldn't help but notice the OC had entered myroom. Wasn't just any OC...oh no....it was a TAC NCO. He was having some sort of coronary about how our sink light was still on after midnight. Now I'm not one tobitch...ok maybe I am....but does this man have nothing better to do than threaten me