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Crazy Dave

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About Me


Hi. I'm Dave. You know me, or maybe you don't. Either way, you soon will. I'm an honest, hard-working dude, with no time or tolerance for bullshit. I don't give a fuck who you are, where you're from, what color you are, I will give you basic respect when I meet you. Your future around me is determined by your actions. I don't need, want, or accept apologies. I rarely make apologies. I only accept changes in behavior. We are all human, we all make bad decisions, but our actions define us. I don't believe in safety. I think it's a delusion of the weak and fearful. It's a bad-ass world out there, with a lot of cool shit in it. I like to burn through life like a damn meteor, jumping out the door both feet first. When I crash down, I get back up and move the fuck out. I don't have regrets or remorse. I drink heavily, chain smoke, dip, chew, and cuss. I don't give two shits if you like it. It won't kill me; the bullets and morters might though. Or maybe the bombs. I don't make plans to be around tomorrow, let alone 40 years from now. I say what I need to say, when I need to say it, how it rolls out of my head. I don't hold back. If you're loyal to me, I'm loyal to you. I only TRUST 5 people on earth. My dad, Devil Dave's dad, Devil Dave, John, and Jay. Everyone else I view with a varying degree of suspicion. I am a protective dude. You violate or victimize my family, and I will destroy you and plow through the ashes, regardless of what the law has to say about it. I don't give a fuck about politicians or politics. I fundamentally believe in the founding values and freedoms of my nation, down to my very core. LIBERTY OR DEATH. DON'T TREAD ON ME. I think America has strayed very far from its path, and I think most Americans are ungrateful, apathetic, materialistic fucks. The irony is, I would gladly give my life to preserve their freedom to be that way. I value direct honesty, clear communication, simplicity, loyalty and dedication. FUCK RELATIONSHIPS. That shit is just an unpleasant distraction. I listen to a LOT of different music, much of which you've never heard before. Most days you'll find me crankin hard fucking metal. It drives me. I kill animals and eat them. It's natural. I like gardening too, it's fresh. I only drive classic American vehicles, no brand preference. I work on my own vehicles, because shops seek to rip you off. I adore computers, explosives and FIREARMS. I would like to be a gunsmith when I have no more wars to fight. I love warfare. It's the only place where I feel truely at home. It's simple, clear, pure, and free. I am a carpenter by original trade. I am a warrior at heart. I am a man of my word, defined by my action. I DESPISE vanity, and I bear my scars proudly. I'm a hairy bastard, and I won't shave it off. Pussies do that. Fuck you if you don't like it. I dig piercings and tattoos. I'm not occupationally allowed to have piercings, but I am covering my body in ink. Work in progress. I don't give a shit what I look like, or who likes me. I have my brothers already, who needs anyone else? I don't like fist-fighting and brawling, because I've been in a lot of brawls, and even been an amateur competetive boxer. It's inefficient, indecisive, and never ends anything. I can write well, and have the capacity to be an articulate and intellectual conversationalist. I am learning Farsi as a second language, and plan on Arabic afterwards. I have the southern gift of gab. I *CAN* be a gentleman, but at this rate, you've gotta earn it. I am decisive and full of solutions for a wide variety of problems. I adapt on the fly and overcome obstacles. I maintain a rigid state of flexibility in my life, and expect all my plans to fail, so I plan contingencies. I am a concealed-carry gun owner. I believe in being armed. I will never be victimized, I'd rather die fighting. I have calloused hands from years and years of hard work. I will never be wealthy because I never want to be. Wealth corrupts and you can't take it with you. I was once homeless, and will never again be that way. I stand on my own two feet, and I walk forward on them. I'm not to proud to ask for help, and sometimes I will, but don't bother offering. I'll be pig-headed until I know that I need it. I like pain. It reminds me where I stand, motivates me, drives me forward while metal blasts my ears. I don't mind blood, guts or gore, and I have a wide knowledge of first aid and trauma response. I have experienced nartcotics, and think they're retarded. I have been to 10 foreign countries, with many more planned. I love mine the most, but I have great interest in world cultures. I'm not racist at all, but I have no time for political correctness or people who get offended. Quit being a Nancy and stuff a tampon in it. I have the worst common luck on earth, but I get excessively lucky when my life is on the line. I have a problem with authority, but no problem working a system from the inside, my way. I'm more comfortable in the wilderness than I am in a mansion or a Bently. I have never been lost. Nor do I fear it. My fears and anxieties that I had even upwards of a few days ago have all been put to rest. I am re-centered. I am socially adept and psychologically sound. "Crazy" comes from my antics, because I will entertain myself, whether you find it funny or not. Also because some people find me to be radical. Not radical. Justified. I don't believe in mistakes, just consequences of actions. I reduce everything in life to SIMPLE TRUTH and RESPECT. I have no tolerance for quitters or people willing to quit. I don't understand the concept of the word "quit". I ABHORE people who ignore me when I speak to them. It's rude, inconsiderate, and disrespectful. At least be big enough to tell me to "fuck off". I'll take the hint and walk. Who I was 6 years ago is dead. I am a different person now. You want to know what I'm about, ask. I'll be more than glad to share. If not? Keep truckin. My personal mantra is "That shit'll buff out." Till next time, Have A Good 'Un. -Dave
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WHAT TYPE OF US SOLDIER ARE YOU?
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You scored as Special Forces

You are Special Forces. You are the best of the best. You are the elite American Soldier. You work in a small team of soldiers that become your brothers. Fighting unconventionally is your business. Many of your accomplishments will go unknown for decades or even forever.


Special Forces


100%

Airborne/Air Assault


100%

Sniper (Advanced Marksman)


100%

Artillery


83%

Engineering


50%

Armor


33%

Other


0%

Infantry


0%

Aviation


0%

Intelligence


0%

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Other Airborne personnel and fellow warriors

"THOSE WHO DARE TO FAIL MISERABLY CAN ACHIEVE GREATLY."

WE PARATROOPERS

BOBBING LOW AND FLYING HIGH MOTORS THUNDER THROUGH THE SKY!
PROP BLAST OVER STRUT AND WING....
MADDENDED DEMONS HOWL AND SING AND OUT OF THIS
WERE SET TO FALL, WITH A HANDFUL OF SILK AND
GOD....THAT'S ALL.

A SMALL RED LIGHT GLEAMS AT THE DOOR....THROWS
BLOOD-RED POOLS ON METAL FLOOR.... BEYOND IS SPACE
VAST, DARK AND DEEP...AWAKE YE SCREAMING ONES FROM
SLEEP!
FOR OUT OF THIS YOU'VE GOT TO FALL,
WITH A HANDFUL OF SILK AND GOD.....THAT'S ALL.

A MATCH IS STRUCK TO A CIGARETTE...GRIM YOUNG FACES
IN SILHOUETTE.........NO FIGMENT OF A FEAR-STRUCK
BRAIN..
THESE THE SHADOWS THAT LINE THE PLANE....THEY , TOO,
INTO THE VOID MUST FALL. WITH A HANDFUL OF SILK AND
GOD....THAT'S ALL.

BUT OUR HEARTS BEAT HIGH FOR THE LAND WE LOVE
AND OUR COURAGE COMES FROM THE (ONE) ABOVE...
WHEN DOWN FROM THE CLOUDS WITH OUR WEAPONS FROM HELL...
WE DROP TO AVENGE OUR FRIENDS WHO FELL........
THUS ALL WE NEED WHEN WE GET THE CALL...
IS A HANDFUL OF SILK... AND GOD... THAT'S ALL!


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Spartan 01 memory video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loMJAkgt2ok Lone Survivor...check it
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Time vs. Place

So here it is: I have the decisive responsibility of helping to build a new unit, in a new Army concept. I have a new Daughter, as of November. And late at night, I still feel alone, as I turn 26 in a...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 13:13:00 GMT

HELLION

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Posted by on Wed, 17 Sep 2008 05:44:00 GMT

Temporary Rage

12/08/73 - that was all I got and now you got me All I ever really wanted was to take the blame I will go down in History and not down in Flames Meningitis / I will survive this / Dry Sockets and a S...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 05:01:00 GMT

Last Spartan

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Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 22:32:00 GMT

Short like a midget

So yeah. I'm gettin short like a midget around this place. Almost short enough to be a single-didget-midget. And suprisingly, I'm still not very excited. I don't think I believe it yet. Almost like it...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 18:52:00 GMT

More authorship

I don't even know what to call this...except some inner monologue that I markered down on some cardboard... (gotta use what's around right?) If you don't know  who "her" is, you just haven't been...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 20:24:00 GMT

Christmas, AIRBORNE style!

From one of the gents on USParatroopers.us:T'was the jump before Christmas And all through the plane, The Jumpmaster's crazy The Safety's insane. The static lines were hung On the cables with care, In...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:31:00 GMT

HOLIDAYS BITCHES!

Well, alright then. The holiday season is upon us, and those of us out here in Durkastan are celebrating, or not, in our own little ways. It has the potential to be a pretty depressing situation this ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 22:54:00 GMT

Late night writing, version 2

More from the notebook, this one is for Parivash as well:- SAVIOR -She appears to meStraight from a dreamA beacon from the darknessA perfect angel of salvationShe mends a decade of pure devastationBut...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 23:52:00 GMT