{"id":24116,"date":"2011-06-16T12:48:36","date_gmt":"2011-06-16T16:48:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/valorguardians.com\/blog\/?p=24116"},"modified":"2011-06-16T13:27:56","modified_gmt":"2011-06-16T17:27:56","slug":"citadel-still-running-pansies-out-of-the-corps-of-cadets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.azuse.cloud\/?p=24116","title":{"rendered":"Citadel still running pansies out of the Corps of Cadets"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Oh, boo-fricken-hoo<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Christopher Kibbee expected The Citadel to be tough.<\/p>\n

He didn’t expect abuse, harassment and hazing from older cadets who held leadership positions, or the other knobs who were trying to emulate them. That’s what the 20-year-old from Saegertown, Pa., said he got when he enrolled at the state’s military college in 2009.<\/p>\n

Kibbee, who left The Citadel after one semester, said upperclass cadets told him to jump off the top floor of the barracks (which he didn’t do), denied him meals, threatened to cut him, trashed his room and glued the pages of his Bible together.<\/p>\n

Former Citadel cadet Christopher Kibbee said this photograph was taken in the fall of 2009 soon after an upperclass cadet repeatedly drove an unsharpened pencil into his forehead, a move that sent him to the infirmary.<\/p>\n

Physical hazing of first-year students, known as knobs for their extremely short haircuts, has been entrenched at The Citadel for decades. The school has made strong efforts to stop hazing among the Corps in recent years, requiring all cadets to take classes on proper behavior. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Lest I be accused of beating around the bush, Christopher Kibbee is a total pussy, and I am glad his punk ass left my school.<\/p>\n

Look, when I was a senior in High School, my dad told me that I had to have a college lined up by Christmas, or I was not wrestling that year. I went to the guidance office, tossed a bunch of info into a computer and it spit out “The Citadel” which I had never heard of. Content, I told my dad that that was where I was going.<\/p>\n

No, I had no fricken clue it was a military school. When I found out, I thought it would be like Enders Game type shit. Then I went down for pre-knob weekend, where you stay with a knob and see what it is like. My pre-knob was Beau Turner, son of Ted Turner, and he got the shit beat out of him every night I was there. Rather than deter me from attending, I knew then I had to go. Because the place scared the every love crap out of me, and if I didn’t go, I knew I would always find myself wanting as a man. Wasn’t fun, but I finished.<\/p>\n

Now look, I’m no advocate FOR hazing. It is what it is. However, this little panty waste at ANY POINT could have gone to his TAC officer and said, “hey, dudes are doing psychotic shit to me.” He didn’t. And that is the reason I am glad he is out, not that he should have submitted to the hazing.<\/p>\n

Every now and again I remember James Darren Byers. I can barely remember my own name most the time, but from the day I got to the Citadel, I had a VERY healthy fear of that man. Mind you, the facts probably don’t match my recollection, but he had to have been 6-3, about 105 lbs, with no blood, except what he drank from the neck of knobs he killed. The day I got there some dude said about me “Oh man, Byers is going to be pissed at this kid, this one may be the only person uglier on campus.” Hard to argue, I had coke bottle glasses, a scar from ear to ear, and a plastic nose. One time I had to report to Byers’ room. I was so scared I forgot to announce myself and request permission to enter, and just ran in. It was the scariest thing I ever saw. Dude was brushing his teeth in his underwear and his head slowly pivotted to me, and in his Carolina accent he just quietly noted “wow did you just fuck up.”<\/p>\n

I wanted to quit that night.<\/p>\n

But I didn’t. And not later when they kicked the shit out of me either. Nor when I had to exist on grits for about a week. Nor the next year, when I again walked over 100 tours. Nor the next 100 I walked. Not even my last year when I was arrested riding the Coburg Milk Cow butt ass naked on ring night. (And Harvey Dick, Col, 1 ea, called my dad and forgot my name and just kept calling me Delbert Dumbass.) Not even when I walked tours for the 24 hours leading up to graduation, as my grandmother on her first foray out of Maine stood at the portcullis and cried.<\/p>\n

Anyway, all that crap I put up with is what made me what I am today, albeit a deeply flawed and mental person. Ask my wife, or anyone else that knows me, I don’t even speed, because every time I so much as veered over the line at The Citadel, there was Col Dick calling me Dumbass again. <\/p>\n

I can’t say I am glad that this kid got hazed. But I am real glad he left before he got a chance to get a mans ring. Let him go to Clemson, he’s not cut out to be a whole man.<\/p>\n

UPDATE: I googled him, and turns out he also is a lawyer now<\/a>.
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I think I may have peed a little just watching his commercial:
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