Military personell representative threatens with units of 'power' for 'looking at his girl'

Christmas evening
I am checking out my e-mail and generally surfing the web at Miss K's Italian Eatery located at 30th street and Madison.
'Hey, do you have a problem?'I suddenly hear. I look to locate the sound of the voice and find a couple sitting at the table. A strange looking ugly female with large dark glossy eyes and dirty small ponytail accompanied by an equally unattractive and glossy eyed man. 'Well, do you?' insists the asshole at the table obviously not completed by his female partner. As I ignore him, he gets up and comes up to me. I notice the military uniform which he proudly displays. I smile inwardly to think of how much shit I am going to put him through in the next few minutes. Apparently, homeboy still thinks he is in Iraq fighting them 'A-rabs'. In a few minutes of time, our sparring game ensures: he throws thunder and lighting, promises hell on earth and finally openly states that he 'got power'. Walking around me like a cock in a fight field, he finally sits down as his unattractive female partner attempts to act queenly and establish peace. 'That's enough' she waves at me with her pale fat hand, trying to look royal. I burst into laughter: she is not only common, but most probably the descendant of the same people who executed some ancient nobility of the European house. To watch this bastard descendant of garbages and traitors wave her fat little hand at me in a lady like gesture makes me feel giddy with joy. 'You should set an example to all' I say and watch him start spitting thin spittles of saliva from the corners of his mouth. 'Oh, to whom?' he has a virtual hearattack. 'To all, to America, to students, to all around you,' I continue. 'And you shame your uniform. You harass women, children, innocent students, you act like you have a RIGHT to do that.' From the corner of my eye I am watching his female loose a thread completely and instead becoming mentally null. 'You are probably having sexual thoughts' exclaims the so-called 'millitary man' while watching me carefully and what is obvious, with arousal. I choke on my puke as I imagine him having sexual thoughts which are with necessity produced by his thought of me having a sexual thought. I think to myself that my sexual thoughts, are after alll, my affair. He starts going on and on how he has a right to be here, defends America (against whom? Most Americans and Americans to be? Against peaceful denizens and hard working people?). I try to locate him in the proper time nad place and explain that he is not in the military or in Iraq as we speak and needs to calm down. He jumps up. He comes up to me again. His face is the epitomy of suffering. He looks like I have betrayed him. I smile and tell him that he needs to go back to the fighting field is he is so psyched up or take the medications. 'Oh, you will give me medications?' he squeels and his woman makes a sound characteristic of little mice. I chuckle. 'No, not I, I am not a doctor, but I could refer you to one,' I become useful with a suggestion. 'You want to see how much power I got? I got a lot of power. Right now I am going to call somebody on the phone and the whole unit will be here.' Impressed by his command of English language (yes, the military stereotype runs deep...lolz) I look at him for action. He starts dialing. I realize I don't have a cell phone on me and make a run for the door to dial too. 'Any cop that comes here is going to side with me, me!' he screams almost hysterically to me. 'Because I am in the military!' His woman tells him to be quiet. He is probably implying that he will call the National Guard and tell them I am on the internet having sexual thoughts. I guess that's bad enough when you are around a uniformed asshole. 'You don't have a right to be in America,' he boasts. 'And you don't either,' I retort. 'I don't see you being a Native American. This is Native American land, after all, and you should try to remember we are all guests here.' I can swear he is crying by the time I leave and run to dial 911. I feel horrible for the waste of time of the 'unit' and police officers that will arrive to the scene. I imagine the ambulances taking away the guy because his woman has probably crushed his head with her stupidity by now.
I sigh thinking about how deeply down the drain the country has gone to the credit that is given to stupid, white females who have no merrit of their own outside of pretensiousness and high ego. I also feel bad for the mess the military is getting itself into because its personell is not properly contained behind the 4 walls and is not properly detoxed. Psycho people should not be given weapons, period. The guy is strongly advised to see a psychiatrist and his woman to seek a sincere and honest psychological help.
I am going to place a complaint with the military about the misbehavior of their personell and his costing me 2 dollars in internet time.
I am also going to explain how the units of men are dispatched to side with some pathetic soldierly asshole when he has a fight with what could be considered to be an equivalent of a teenage boy and a who is a student.
This is not only wrong, its ridiculous, and it costs the country billions of dollars a year, not the mention the ever growing national debt that our children and descendants will someday have to pay with a very high percentage.
Stupid, trashy white man with a stupid trashy white girlfriend, who came to steal this country because they could not get along with relatives at home...
TERRIBLE
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