New motto: Semper Perfututum
And now, the other shoe drops:
(CAMP PUSSYVILLE) The Marine Corps has made a major change to its Infantry Officer Course. The first big challenge for many was a test of physical fitness. If you passed, you moved on. If you didn’t, you washed out. The test was especially difficult for women who had to meet the same standard as the men. Not anymore.
The Infantry Officer Course now uses the physical fitness test as an exercise, and not a pass/fail requirement.
Officials with Marine Corps Training and Education Command told Military.com “that Marine Corps Commandant Gen. Robert Neller had made a decision in November to transform the test from a high-stakes hurdle to an assessment from which students can drop without risking their place in the course.”
FTR, this was the reason most women failed out of IOC: they couldn't hack the physical requirements, and never will.
The wall was too high for Combat Barbie, and so Dickless Neller has now lowered it.
Welcome to the Pussy Corps.
Neller's a gutless pussy fucktard, and for letting him get away with it, so is SecDef Mattis.
A bigger pair of douchecanoes has not graced the Corps' leadership since douchecanoe LameUs Amos, whom Neller replaced, and the misbegotten Queer Posse who ran HopeyDopey's DoD.
The new Marine Corps colors are pink and yellow, not scarlet and gold.
Pink, for the new Feminist Corps.
Yellow, for the stripe running down the backs of those running the show.
Those colors won't run, but the non-hackers selected to leadership will.
The only red you're going to see in the Corps ever again, is going to be leaking from the body bags filled with America's dead sons, victims of trying to square the circle of physiology by kowtowing to the imaginary necessity of "Everybody Plays".
This is what happens when you hand the fighting forces in the Pentagon over to a bunch of can't-cut-it Little League moms and dads.
I cannot, in good conscience, recommend anyone, ever, enlist or accept a commission in any branch of the putrescence that is the American military, and would, in all cases, recommend exactly the opposite.
They're dead to me.
And if you're in the military, GTFO.
Run, don't walk, as far away from this trainwreck-in-the-making as you can.
Those pussified assholes are going to get you killed for some dumbass libtard diversity bean shibboleth, and we're going to need you when (and not if) we end up fighting on our own soil and shores, not dead somewhere picking up the slack for some affirmative-action Barbie with daddy issues because she was a daughter instead of a son.
I'll let the more imaginative readers extrapolate in their own heads the second- and third-order consequences of utterly surrendering the military, wholesale, to this sort of PC bullshit, and what the future looks like for a nation with a second- or third-rate military in perpetuity, where the only core value is making people feel good, rather than winning wars.
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