As we wrap up our last Regional of the first round, don’t forget to give back to the actual veterans of the Global War on Terrorism who gave so much by donating to Soldiers Angels Valour IT – Team Army. Next week we will be honoring another small non-profit that deserves your attention.


1 Herbert “Cav Secret Squirrel” Williamson v.
16 Fatty McQuartermillion Pounder
WILLIAMSON: This may be the only Stolen Valor guy I know of who claimed to be a CW2. (“Stolen Valor, not just for Generals anymore!”) Earning a Distinguished Flying Cross in 1971 as a scout helicopter pilot is almost the same as serving in the CT National Guard working as a communications wireman at the rank of private first class. One you are in this shithole place where everyone smells bad, and the other you are in Viet Nam. (I kid, but come on, how can you be that close to Massachusetts and not make a break for the border.)
POUNDER: Heh. Seriously dude. Can you imagine this guy in BUDs? “Look out, there’s a Sperm Whale!” “No, that’s Gunny Bratwurst dogpaddling.” Millions and Millions served indeed.


8 Paul “PTSD Counselor” Schroeder v.
9 Asleigh “Shrapnel slit my throat” Martel
SCHROEDER: “One day in the middle of the afternoon, I’m sitting on my sofa. I’ve got a drink in one hand and a .45 in the other. I wasn’t sure which shot I was going to take next.” You chose the wrong one. I guarantee you damaged more brain cells with the drink, even if it was Kool Aid. On a side note, how many people did he tell this story to without anyone going, “Dude, that story is redonkulous!” Once again my lifelong hatred of MPs is justified. FWIW Schroeder, I always thought you had a touch of the Ghey when you wouldn’t hook up with Lucy van Pelt and instead hung out with Linus.
MARTEL: From a certain angle at one point I thought she was kind of cute, and then it hit me…she looks like the female version of the dude from Happy Gilmore that took a nail to the grape (Mr. Larsen). Which I gotta tell you is totally not hot. I’d love to hear her say “And *you* can count, on *me*, waiting for *you* in the parking lot” but with her throat slit like it is, I guess I’ll just have to imagine it. I think I’d rather wake up with Charles Martel, and he died 1300 years ago.


5 Jacob “read my plates bitch!” Cruze v.
12 Albert “Sensei Dick Munch” John
CRUZE: You look like a celebrity doing a Poligrip ad. You related to Penelope Cruz? You have the same “can eat Corn on the cob through chickenwire fencing” teeth. Haven’t seen choppers like that since The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog. (This does not give you permission to claim you jumped on top of the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch to save your entire regiment.)
JOHN: An awards clerk got an MSM, I haven’t been this shocked since Ellen came out. He claims he’s the “Bladed Weapons Offensive and Defensive Instructor” at the “Street Smart Self Defense School.” Bladed weapons my aching arse, the closest he got to a bladed weapon is when he and his friends were reenacting scenes from Zorro the Gay Blade. If he’s so badass with a katana, what in the hell is he hunting in the corn field with an Uzi or whatever the hell that is? Some sort of Ninja Raccoon?


4 Dave “Tiger Hunter” Groves v.
13 Micaiah “Marine Terrorizer of OWS” Dutt
GROVES: Deep blue hero stuff… “He was starved and tortured for six months until eluding his guards and hiding in the jungle for two weeks. He was finally able to contact U.S. Marines and reunited with U.S. forces. Groves is the recipient of three Silver Stars, three Bronze Stars and two Crosses of Gallantry.” Did you snare small animals with your moustache? You know what I find most awesome… I know the guy that busted him, Terry Schow, executive director of the Utah Department of Veterans affairs, and I’ve never once heard Terry mention he was SF (he was apparently.) Quiet professionals don’t look like shitbag homeless guys at awards ceremonies. You can bank that one.
DUTT: “I was a terrorist, I terrorized people. Women hid from me.” Same shit with me brah! I was once known as the “Carlos the Jackal of the dance floor.” Seriously, I would take the floor in my MC Hammer Pants at Hennessy (3263 M Street, Georgetown, DC) and chicks would go to Crazy Horse next door. Children too. Sometimes stray marsupials. I was like a weaponized ball of retardation on the hardwood. But I atoned for it. You can to. Now, stop being a little pissant and stay off the mic. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.


3 Paul “Prince Chumming” Tillson v.
14 Brian “Pound me in the ass Prison Bitch” Culp
TILLSON: Actual ribbons….four. But in these pictures he kind of looks like William Sadler, the guy that played the bad guy (Colonel Stuart) in the second Die Hard movie. Well, he would if that dude had a lobotomy and a sort of slack jawed jackass look. Actually, he looks exactly like the same actor in The Green Mile (“Alexandre Dumb Ass”) but that reference is obscure. Which is relative because you probably didn’t get most of the previous 58 references. Also, Tillson’s wife has huge breasts. Look! Melons! (That is Elvish for “Friend”.)
CULP: “He also falsely claimed he was wounded while part of the 1993 Army Ranger rescue mission in Somalia made famous by the book and movie “Black Hawk Down.” I think everyone was in that fight, even my cabbie from yesterday (he may not have been on our side, that wasn’t clear.” But, there are clearly more fat white dudes claiming to have been in Mogadishu in October of 1993, than there has been fat white dudes in Mogadishu since the time of Solomon running his mines there. Also, this guy is a ginger, and they have no souls.


6 Ken “Tri-recycled 18B Wannabe” Aden v.
11 Richard “Senator Dickenthal” Blumenthal
ADEN: Phony SF, wanna be Congressman.
BLUMENTHAL: Phony tour in Viet Nam, is a Senator.


7 Jasper Land “My moustache alone is SF qualified” Holland v.
10 Leo “Half my Squadron Died” Webb
HOLLAND: What can you say about a man with a moustache like that? It reminds me of a school board meeting I went to and I heard a fabulous speech: “Welcome to our meeting here at the school. We got lots of exciting topics here tonight. We gon’ have a puppet show, we gon’ have some jazz. No I’m just kiddin. We have some business to take care of. I’m sorry I’s pulled ya’lls legs. I’m just a little excited cause I met somebody today! Someone in the bookstore! Someone who likes the same kind a literature I do! Oh and the adventure begins again!”
WEBB: “I killed all these people and watched half my squadron die. I’m a mess. I struggle every day. The Army taught me to drink.” Sure man, that was a whole chapter in the Common Task Training Manual – Skill Level Two for 11B20’s. I think it was right after the chapter on how to use a knife and a T-Shirt down at Fort Polk to improvise toilet paper when the shit suck truck gets taken out in the box. I had to drink A LOT to forget about coming out of the field with only a T Shirt necklace. I was ahead of the curve though, I figured out how to drink early, but never could wean myself off drinking with a nipple attached to the bottle. Which is probably why I never made CSM. Now, if you’ll excuse me, My Little Pony is on.


2 David Garcia “Not so Trusty” Diaz Jr v.
15 Timothy “Durango + Delta = Douchebag” Oliver
DIAZ: The only thing more pathetic than faking a Silver Star is giving it to some homeless people as a photo op. Again, this guy actually took money from a non-profit dedicated to helping our Homeless Brothers and Sisters. Who does stuff like that? And again with the crappy moustache. Also, who fakes themselves into a Ranger Battalion with a Purple Heart and doesn’t give themselves a CIB? For shame sir, for shame!
OLIVER: Ironically, our Bios end with our most recent dirtbag, who surprisingly also has a crappy moustache. And a pony tail. And was Delta. And likes to play with toy guns. And is named “Gabryal” or something. He HALO’d into Kandahar with hundreds of other Delta guys. “It was a lot of chaos and a lot of fear.” Rather like an attractive woman might feel at Comic-con I would imagine. Dude may have a case of lycanthropy too because that pony tail grew in like a year if his bio is accurate.
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