I HAD A LIFE
I had a wife and children, I had a family. I had a career with hopes and dreams for the future. I believed in my country. I believed in freedom and that it was worth fighting for. I believed in justice, fair-play and equality. I believed in reward for having a good mans heart. I thought I could make a difference. I thought it all mattered, I had hope.
I WAS DEPLOYED TO IRAQ
I remember kissing my children as they cried, kissing my wife and promising to return. She promised “I will love you for ever”. My employer promised to hold my job as I shook his hand. My neighbors put up flags and wished me well. I served my country; I put up with the heat, shook in terror and feared the night. I endured the separation and dreamed to call home when I could. I lost friends. I lost my health. I looked forward to my home coming and resuming my life, it never came.
After extended deployments and broken promises, I am finally allowed to come home. With no one at the ramp, no wife, no children, a restraining order was all I received telling me I can not go home; it was no longer my home. I returned to a job that had been sent overseas. My house was nearing foreclosure and my wife wanted a divorce. At my divorce I was vilified in court for serving my country. I was accused of being unfit to be with my children. I was powerless and helpless as the court stripped my children away from me. The same court and justice system I went to Iraq to defend. I was ordered to pay child support based on a job I no longer had and could not replace. From now on to my kids I am voice on the phone and a paycheck.“When I kissed my family good bye to leave for Iraq, I didn’t know it would be for the last time.”
The courts call it obligation;
My passport has been revoked; my tax returns will forever be taken from me. I struggle to pay the court ordered support, if I can’t pay, I become a criminal. I then can’t drive because my driver’s license has been revoked due to arrears in child support. If I try to drive and get pulled over I will go to jail. I then can not pay at all and my arrears increase. I struggle to make ends meet and keep up my support checks. I have no help from my government that called on me and used my service but because I was National Guard, I don’t meet the same requirements as active duty. I file paper work with the courts for visitation with my children and have to wait months to go to court, when I show up for court I could go to jail to pay child support based on a job that was “outsourced” overseas.
When I get to see my children its supervised visitation only, because I have been injured in the line of duty and have to take meds for my condition. I have been portrayed as a villain in the eyes of the court. I can now be charged as a felon for child support evasion which again is based on a job I no longer have and that is not coming back. I can’t make enough money, I can’t save any money, I can only struggle to support attorneys and the courts. I filed all the correct paper work, I wore my uniform, I brought the pink slip from my lost job, and the court looked at me like a second class citizen. There was no honor or appreciation for my service and my sacrifice only contempt for my absence; an absence requested by my country for me to serve. Now I owe more then I can ever repay, I can not bankrupt on the debt, I have no voice in court. I have no recourse; I’ve been robbed of my hope!
I was sent thousands of miles away from my family and my life to enforce freedom and democracy and returned to find it doesn’t even exist here for me. Wonder how so many brave and valiant soldiers who served their country with honor can become drunks and bums? Why are they ending their lives after returning home in record numbers? Why are these brave men and women shadows of the people they once were? They have been robbed of their power and voice, and now are just broken and forgotten. They have lost their hope. For far too many, they can only hope to exist in poverty, what a wonderful thank you for their service and a job well done. The most amazing part of this crazy mess is that all these soldiers would honorably serve all over again. Why has our government abandoned us? Where is the honor and service due us?
I call it slavery and servitude!!!
Terrence Popp, Green Beret, Iraq 2003-04
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Monkey branching is a term used to describe the action of a women moving from one man to the next trying to work her way up the “tree” sort to say. Women do this by setting up their new man as they swing from the last one, to the new one. Not only is it quite common, but there are ways you can prove to yourself that this is indeed fact, rather than opinion.
I have personally put this to the test in my own life, as well as telling friends to try it as well. The method is rather simple, although some may call it creepy. The ones that call it creepy are generally women caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The reality is, 100% of the times I have done this trick it has proven each time that these women are liars, untrustworthy, and indeed looking for the next branch to swing too.
The first step in proving that your girl is in fact disloyal, dishonest, and most likely a total slut is to create a Facebook. Go to the Russian version of Facebook, I forget the name, and find a profile of a good looking dude with some muscles and a few photos in nice outfits. Proceed to create your spoof Facebook account while adding some cool things to the profile. A decent college, some travel, cool photos from traveling, blah blah blah. You know the drill.
Next build up your friend base, find some thirsty women to get some likes on your photos, gay guys also work well for this. Create a profile that is active and vibrant so it would not be detected as a “fake profile” by the unsuspecting monkey brancher. Once your profile looks legit with some friends, comments, and likes; proceed to add your girlfriend, wife, or whoever. Spark up a flirty conversation, hold nothing back, be a bit of an ass but also kind. This will put them into a bit of a spin, having some hot hunk chatting them up online.
Their hypergamy will be in full swing as you continue the conversation. The entire time they are thinking how hot and great they are, to easily manipulate and control two men, when in reality they are being played for the disloyal whore they are. You will start to see a confidence boost in the way she speaks to you, getting more naughty thinking she is in control. Now that you’ve proven to yourself who she really is, what she’s really about, and that every women you will meet will most likely be exactly like this, becomes a reality.
From here you have many options… back when I was younger I had a lot of anger issues and would do some pretty mean things with the photos received or the conversations had, like exposing it. Another thing I have done is really messed with their heads using exact conversations from Facebook in real life. The looks of confusion and the lies I’ve heard were so entertaining. Seeing the gerbil run on the wheel as they tried to manipulate their way out of reality.
Eventually as I got older though it dawned on me, that I was wasting even more valuable time doing these things when the reality was; they weren’t worth my time at all. I could have spent that time doing something of real value but instead I was getting a psychological dose of revenge. It felt great, it was hilarious, and it made for some unique stories, but at the end of the day each girl was like this. Every girl, even the nicest fake christian, was guilty of all of this. They had no problem casting away their current partner like he was a nasty ball of hair clogged in your shower drain. Tossed aside like a disposable utility. These women never cared. They never had an ounce of empathy or compassion for me or the man they were attempting to monkey branch too or from.
They’d make up clear lies, even coming in to talk to me before answering the online guys question of “do you have a boyfriend”. The most bizarre and selfish behavior I have ever seen in my life. You too can see this for yourself, as I did. I don’t recommend you stay there long, but learn from the experience and use it to push yourself forward and stop putting your time and energy into women when they view you as nothing more than a branch to swing from as they climb higher and higher at your expense.
Back when I was messing around with dating apps there was a women on there that started messaging me. She was quite sexy so we sparked up conversation. She was a bit frisky and I figured, hey why not. So after talking a while she got upset about something I said. I said hey, I’m not going to listen to this non-sense and said adios.
Little did I know I was about to take the bait!! I got back on the app later on and found some risky photos sent from this bodacious latina. We talked a bit more and she seemed to calm down, and the photos were quite nice. As we continued talking she told me she worked for the Mexican State Police. It was her job to “use the dating app” to find men using the app in their uniform to get extra benefits; or something like that. Apparently there were some officers doing that?
I still do not know if that was true but I believe it was. She knew a lot about it and it seemed pretty legit. At first I thought it was a little creepy but then got the image of some sexy secret agent for the police force. They have banging booties in those uniforms. I said hey why not so we continued talking.
Eventually she admitted however that the photos on her profile were not of her. This set off some red flags and then she admitted the risky photos were not her either! I told her she was creepy and she said she had to do it for work. That’s when I told her to send a photo of herself.. and she said she was not allowed too. I said goodbye! Again, later on, I take a view and see that it’s some old fat lady, and she sent like 6 photos of her fat ugly self. Saying some non-sense.. I saw some police stuff in the background so I think it was legit.
It was creepy, funny, and hilarious at the same time. The day I was catfished by the Mexican State Police.