Comments by "Thump Er the Sweaty Fat Guy" (@SweatyFatGuy) on "Legion Of Men" channel.

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  2.  @joeswanson733  exactly my point. My cousin brought one back from Ukraine in 2017, he failed lots of tests, she had him on a very restrictive diet and essentially controlled him. Last year she took off, divorced him, went back to Ukraine and hooked up with a guy younger than her. She was late 30s and still looked decent when I met her in '20. Dude's name is Chad and he is a 6'7" Viking looking guy with long hair. I am 5'8" and look like a German silverback gorilla. Both of his wives, the one from the US and the Ukrainian, acted the same way when they met me. I want nothing to do with them, because I have better things to do than pass tests they conjure up. They can tell when you're a dominant male, and stature is trumped by dominance. It helps that I know some Russian from my time in Korea where I dated them. I'm not conversational, but I can get my point across. Chad can get lots of them, but they do the same thing, soak him for money, then bail. My friend Ben lives two miles away from Chad, and he went to Ukraine 8 times, spent $70k going there to find a wife. Ben is 5'6", balding, and pudgy, he never built any muscle despite living on a farm. They played him all the time while he was there, and he couldn't get any of them to do more than talk a bit. He knows zero Russian, so they could say whatever and he wouldn't know. I told him that he doesn't want one of the eastern Europeans because of the tests. He will fail every one of them if he ever managed to get one. He also only went for the hottest with the most beautiful faces. He never had a way with women, he is the quintessential nice guy. I will get with them, hit it for a while, then let them go by failing a test so she thinks its her idea. Thats all I want, warm moist snot pockets in nice looking wrappers.
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  6. I was born at the end of the 1960s, mom says I watched Neil and Buzz walk on the moon on live TV, I was too young to remember it. Early life was good for the most part, other than my brother mistreating me severely. Physically... he tried to end me several times until I was 16. Then the grain embargo in 1979 changed everything, and that was just as I was getting on the tractors and doing farm work. Tractors at 8, grain trucks at 11. I have been driving a long time. After 1979 had the prices fall due to a massive amount of grain rotting on the ground thanks to bad ideas by bad presidents, life sucked. Dad would hit, kick, throw me into things, when he was frustrated, which was often because corn was selling for $1.50 and it cost $2.10 to grow it. Luckily we had cattle and hogs, which we butchered so we always had meat. I grew up on steak and burgers, some of which I raised with a bottle. From 4 to 14 I was on a messed up diet because my dad's smoking made it seem like I was allergic to everything. That meat and cauliflower only diet screwed me up for the rest of my life. All summer I moved irrigation pipe, pick up a 150lb to 300lb pipe that is 20ft long, and 8" to 10" in diameter, and carry it on your shoulders across a field that is 1/2 mile long. When I was a kid I could barely move one end, by the time I was a teenager I could carry two of them on my shoulders, alone, for miles. Fixing fences was a year round thing, keeping hogs and cattle in where they are safe. Carry a large spool of barbed wire, several steel fence posts, post driver, and the stretcher around the pasture perimeter mending fences. That was a three times a week job, in addition to everything else. I had to do the mowing too, in addition to rebuilding the mower and its engine sometimes, I started building engines at 8. Did my first V8 at 13, it was a 390 Ford. Between all of that we had to herd cattle/hogs, load them up to take to town to sell them, walk through bean fields cutting the weeds out of them, maintain all the farm equipment (oil changes, greasing everything, repacking wheel bearings, replacing worn parts, its no wonder I am very good at mechanical things) In winter I had to go out in the west pasture, cut up the fallen trees, drag them back to the house with the tractor, cut them up, stack it, then keep the house warm all winter. Been running chainsaws since I was 13 or 14, and I can build a fire exceptionally well. From the time dad got the woodstove for the house when I was 7 until I left for the military at 19, I was the one keeping the fire going, and getting it going when mom let it burn out. Dad got a real furnace when my younger brother enlisted in the Army in 1992. I could not wait to get off the farm, away from my family that treated me like a servant/slave, and away from wearing a gas mask most of my life.. So the military fit quite well, I was worked extremely hard during the airlifts for the wars, and I wore a gas mask so freakin often it just became second nature to have it on. The work I have done in my life has been extremely physically demanding, thus I am packed with muscle and when I was 22 my arms were bigger than Arnold's, but not as well defined since his mass came from a gym and roids, mine came from being worked heavily every day, you can't imagine it really. The best way to explain it is to pick up 100lbs in each hand, hoist it to your shoulders, then run up three stories. Do that several hundred times in a 12 hour period. Then take two F150s, put them bumper to bumper, now push them from one end of a 300' parking lot to the other, and back again, for a 12 hour period. Between 21 and 35 I could do all of that alone, I was a monster who wore out every joint attached to my spine. Now I live in pain. I am kinda sugar coating my life, fyi.
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  9. Living overseas I learned that most people only know about where they grow up. Like a 200 mile radius, and they rarely leave that circle. The most often asked question I got when I was in Dubai 32 years ago was "Are you from LA or NYC?" I would reply I am from almost exactly between them. The paradigm for Emirates is much smaller, Abu Dhabi is quite close to the other Emirates and Saudi Arabia. They could not imagine where Nebraska is. People in Europe don't grasp the size of the US either. It is 1000 miles from my home near Marquette Michigan, to the farm where I grew up near Lincoln Nebraska. That is a 14 hour drive at 75mph. I have no problem driving that in a day, but Europeans will take two or three days to travel that far, or they will simply fly. The funniest question I got was after they asked me where I was from and I said Nebraska, they'd ask "what state is that in? That was people from the US (urban people) and from overseas. I usually know more about the country I am visiting/deployed to than the people who live there, as far as geography. I kinda study that sort of thing so I find out before I go. I know far more about the US than most of the urban people I meet, but I have been all over this country. I definitely got a different mindset than most Americans. I spent just under ten years (total with a gap in service) in the USAF, travelling the world, meeting people from other cultures, learning bits of their language, and expanding my horizons so to speak. I can tell where some people are from based on their facial characteristics, Japanese look different to me than Koreans, Laotians, Vietnamese, etc. They all look different from each other to me. Same with Russians, Spanish, Germans, Italians, and English. The Baltics look similar to me, and I didn't spend as much time with them, but often I know they are from that area. When it comes to work, I heavily value my time off. Before I retired my time off was precious to me, because in the US military you can end up working 14 hours a day for several months without a day off. I went from 10 August 1990 to some time in January or February of 1991 without a day off, I was on the flightline, working the planes every night, minimum 12 hours, sometimes 14 to 16 hours working. The result was I hoarded my leave, and once that uniform came off I tried to be unreachable. I also learned to sleep anywhere, anytime, I had the chance to get some zzz's. From June 2003 to August 2005 I worked 12s, with varied work schedules, often 4 days on, one day off. Out of my entire time in the USAF maybe 3 years were spent on 8 hour shifts. When I was an NCO there was even less time off to myself, always had to handle things for my Airmen, and since I worked nights it meant missing out on sleep during the day. I do not miss being an NCO at all. Lots of work and responsibility for nowhere near enough pay. I just passed 6600 straight days of Saturday this week. That is 570,412,800 seconds, 9,506,880 minutes. In two months I will have spent more time disabled/retired than I spent working since I graduated high school in 1987. Two separate lifetimes is how that feels. I don't miss Europe or Asia, but I want to go back to them sometime. I'd also like to go to South America for a while, maybe Columbia, Brazil, and some of the centrals like Panama. Where I live I avoid the big cities, Green Bay is the closest and its a 3 hour drive to get there. I like living rural, and having food for several years stored up, and shopping for the entire week is my norm. Can't afford to drive 25 miles into the grocery store every day. These days I am not very social, I can go weeks without speaking to another human, or even seeing them in the winter. Most people repel me, they are not good people to be around. Trust is huge for me, and if I can't depend on someone I can't trust them. If I say I will be there, then I will damn well be there unless something larger prevents me from following through. Most people aren't like that. Doesn't mean I don't like or appreciate them, just that I will limit my time around them.
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  36.  @Dgreen4154  yeah? You think so do ya? Living in another country, learning their language and culture, travelling to nearby countries, and seeing the world while being paid to do so, isn't as good as flying somewhere, staying in a hotel for a day or two, and moving on to another hotel? I suppose if you backpack across Europe and Asia that would be more immersive. I drove around Europe and rode the trains all over as well. Moscow and Belgrade to the east, Paris (not pleasant at all), London (nice 30 years ago) and Belfast to the west of Europe. Dubai, Cairo, Mombasa, and Kuwait City to the south, and all over Korea while I was there, even though I had almost no money in Korea. Berlin was ok, was in Frankfurt when the wall came down in 1989. Got a nice big chunk of it on my shelf. I got to know Frankfurt exceptionally well, I walked and drove all over the area, what a wonderful place it was back then. My deployments were to Kuwait and Iraq (maybe others, its hard to tell when you're flying around loading/offloading stuff) and yet I went to all those other places. If you're a low ASVAB score 11b or something, or in the Navy and you get a day or two shore liberty every few months, then yeah, you don't see much. I was USAF and I could travel just about anywhere easily. I could put myself on a cargo plane going somewhere as long as I had leave, my job was cargo so we could do that. Was going to make the South America embassy run in 2003 when I got back from Korea, but a little thing over in the desert started. We get 30 days paid leave a year, and it accumulates if we don't use it. With all my time working, I could take months off at a time when I wanted to. I came home to the US twice on leave (when I was 21 and when I was 33), but most of it was used overseas. I flew to Dubai 3 times on leave, spent 6 weeks there in total. So how do we not see the world?
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  42. Office jobs.. people always whine and complain about office jobs. Ya know, there are other jobs you can do that aren't so soul sucking and confining... I find it amusing, live in a big city, pay ludicrous rent, ride the bus or train, get paid a big number but the cost of living is so high that I am doing better living alone out in the woods on less than $100k a year. You're barely squeaking by, will be in debt the rest of your life, but you seem to think you are successful. There are things I won't do. Like work for minimum wage stocking shelves, sit behind a screen and being yelled at by 5 bosses for not putting a cover sheet on my TPS report, and other busy work where you don't do anything productive, you don't make anything, you just shuffle paper around. Thats a fate worse than death to me. I'd much rather be sweating in a shop, under a vehicle on a lift, rebuilding the transmission. Or growing food in a field, making vodka fuel for my old cars from cattails, or building sheds, shops, and houses. I am debt free, own 13 acres of woodland, my house is paid off, the cars are all paid off, and I can rebuild them at my leisure. Its what I do for fun actually, take a rusty heap, and turn it into a cool looking, rather fast, daily driver, then drive it all summer. I like to see the product of my effort... I can be my own boss, I can employ others, I can work with others too... and I have useful skills, even when the world goes automated with AI. There are things the robots won't be able to do and I already do them.
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