{"id":30283,"date":"2012-06-06T11:44:02","date_gmt":"2012-06-06T15:44:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/valorguardians.com\/blog\/?p=30283"},"modified":"2012-06-06T11:44:02","modified_gmt":"2012-06-06T15:44:02","slug":"poe-etic-genius-from-the-sniper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.azuse.cloud\/?p=30283","title":{"rendered":"POE-etic genius from The Sniper"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thesniper.us\/?p=9699\">Dude is seriously funny.<\/a>  For those that don&#8217;t know, my blogging started as an underground hard copy newsletter in the Army with Sniper as our Editor in Chief.  We served together in the 3rd Battalion 116th Infantry.  Folks, I give you the stylings of White Rapper Extra-Ordinare, from the mean streets of Winchester, Virginia, The Sniper&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe Craven\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Once upon a show for talent, I portrayed myself as gallant,<\/p>\n<p>And told tales of the Taliban and grenade attacks that m-m-m-made me sore,<\/p>\n<p>While I stood there, clearly lying, I sang well, there\u2019s no denying,<\/p>\n<p>As was evident by clapping, clapping on the studio floor,<\/p>\n<p>\u201c\u2018Twas T-T-TBI,\u201d I stuttered, \u201cwhile I was singing I ignored-<\/p>\n<p>                R-rattled brains inside my gourd.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ah, distinctly I remember acting like a total member,<\/p>\n<p>Lying like a fallen timber splayed out on the forest floor.<\/p>\n<p>Eagerly with stories borrowed;- I pleaded to return tomorrow,<\/p>\n<p>With a blatant lack of sorrow- sorrow for my character poor-<\/p>\n<p>Now I bear the name and title of the craven attention whore-<\/p>\n<p>                I\u2019m a liar evermore.<br \/>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>And my fable, sad, fictitious, bereft of KP doing dishes<\/p>\n<p>Thrilled them- filled them with the phantom terrors of a foreign war;<\/p>\n<p>So that now, to still the stutter of my voice my heart aflutter,<\/p>\n<p>I told them of a wound (another) that made my back feel awful sore-<\/p>\n<p>Embellishing a lie that I had told the judges once before;-<\/p>\n<p>                But they were lies, and nothing more.<\/p>\n<p>Presently my stock flew higher; no one thought I was a liar,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoward, Howie, Sharon, I would love if I could sing some m-m-more\u201d;<\/p>\n<p>But the fact is I was fibbing, my combat record I was ad-libbing,<\/p>\n<p>But so loudly they were clapping, clapping but I knew the score,<\/p>\n<p>If they knew that I was lying, another shot they\u2019d be denying- so I was rotten to the core;-<\/p>\n<p>                I lied to them a little more.<\/p>\n<p>Nielsen ratings climbing higher I set the audience on fire,<\/p>\n<p>Every viewer was a buyer of the lies I told before;<\/p>\n<p>But the internet was working, and my fellow Joes were lurking,<\/p>\n<p>And the only words they spoke were \u201cWhere\u2019d I see that douche before?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Then they remembered \u201che was the guy who evaced \u2018cause his ear was sore,<\/p>\n<p>                Merely this, and nothing more.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Back at their laptops, fingers burning, the transpo unit\u2019s wheels were turning.<\/p>\n<p>Soon their stomachs were a churning like they never had before.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHis Purple Heart\u2019s imagination, his stuttering a machination:<\/p>\n<p>You see that lying SOB has never gotten hit before-<\/p>\n<p>He never fired a shot and never knocked upon an Afghan door;-<\/p>\n<p>                He\u2019s full of shit and nothing more!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>What started with the lies he stuttered, sent the intertoobz a flutter,<\/p>\n<p>His buddies in the unit said that he was there a month, no more;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot the least combat had seen he; he was just a FOBBIT weenie;<\/p>\n<p>But, he made it sound as if he\u2019d gone and fought and won the war-<\/p>\n<p>Then he got an earache and his ass was promptly out the door-<\/p>\n<p>                Came and went. A month, no more.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>This put the real vets in a tizzy and soon the sleuths were very busy<\/p>\n<p>Over records, 214s, and pictures did they strain and pore.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis Blue Falcon is a liar! Surprising his pants aren\u2019t on fire!<\/p>\n<p>His story\u2019s less believable than the Army flick with Pauly Shore-<\/p>\n<p>Tell me how they didn\u2019t know this guy\u2019s shtick was total lore?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>                All the bloggers did implore.<\/p>\n<p>Supporters said \u201cDo not detract him, the Taliban they did attack him<\/p>\n<p>You weren\u2019t there so you cannot say what he has been through before.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But my comrades were there seeing, my DCU pants I was peeing<\/p>\n<p>And it was clear to them I didn\u2019t want to be there anymore-<\/p>\n<p>Officer and NCO knew I malingered to the core.<\/p>\n<p>                Faked the funk and nothing more.<\/p>\n<p>So I went home and started lying, to impress I was a trying<\/p>\n<p>Benefits were mine if I could get my foot inside the door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy back hurts\u201d was I to utter, effected with a sometimes stutter<\/p>\n<p>Setting women\u2019s hearts a flutter with, \u201cLet me tell you about the war.<\/p>\n<p>I was fine until I got grenaded in that awful Afghan war\u201d<\/p>\n<p>                \u201cAnd Iraq.\u201d I lied some more.<\/p>\n<p>But now my tale has grown too tall and, stealing Valor from the fallen,<\/p>\n<p>Has made me worry that I\u2019ll have to pick my teeth up off the floor.<\/p>\n<p>My CIB and Bronze Star Medal are just more lies that I have pedaled<\/p>\n<p>Followed fast by lies that I had never said those things before-<\/p>\n<p>Fearful of the anger that all vets that served against me bore<\/p>\n<p>                They know I\u2019m rotten to the core.<\/p>\n<p>So now I stand here skin in pallor, anomy of Stolen Valor<\/p>\n<p>And a dream of wealth and fame has brought me to this loathsome state.<\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s right and good I was ignoring while myself I was a whoring<\/p>\n<p>Fancying Americans were gormless idiots galore-<\/p>\n<p>But it turns out they don\u2019t tolerate liars like they always did before<\/p>\n<p>                I\u2019ll have honor, \u201cNevermore.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dude is seriously funny. 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