Well, well, well…
The rotten apple falls close to the poison tree indeed.
Deryk Schlessinger was the owner of a MySpace page (it disappeared from the web yesterday) that an Army official called “repulsive and not anywhere near being acceptable for a soldier's personal web page” for the graphic, brutal and racially charged content. The site reportedly “included cartoon depictions of rape, murder, torture and child molestation; photographs of soldiers with guns in their mouths; a photograph of a bound and blindfolded detainee captioned "My Sweet Little Habib"; accounts of illicit drug use; and a blog entry headlined by a series of obscenities and racial epithets.
When you raise a child in an atmosphere of hatred, when he is nourished on venom, and vitriol, when bile is on the menu every single day – you get an amoral thug.
"Yes . . . F---ING Yes!!!" said one blog entry on the Schlessinger site. "I LOVE MY JOB, it takes everything reckless and deviant and heathenistic and just overall bad about me and hyper focuses these traits into my job of running around this horrid place doing nasty things to people that deserve it . . . and some that don't."
His delusional-bitch mother still thinks her whelp is as important as Prince Harry. She sent out a shill to suggest that the site could be a fake. Didn’t address how these enemies got the photos…
After getting called on the carpet by real military families, the harridan whined that she was heartbroken and had been misunderstood, her words taken out of context – after all she is part of the family.
I'm sorry, but that is my family. For my entire life. And Bitch, we shun you. We don’t want your kind and we don’t want that fucked-up kid of yours in the ranks. Assholes like that idiot child you failed to raise get other soldiers killed – soldiers with a sense of gravitas about the job we ask them to do. I hope to hell that an Article 35 is held over this shit, and I hope he gets busted out of service before he gets someone else’s kid killed.
We don’t need your kind. You obviously failed at motherhood, and if he was a coke-snortin’ SoCal brat, he would only be a danger to other people in his vicinity on the Five at 3:00 a.m. But he’s not. He is wearing the uniform of this country, and representing himself and our mission in the most reprefuckinghensible light possible.
He's a god-damned disgrace is what he is.
Now take your failure and slither off the national stage. Your run is done. And if you aren’t a sociopath, that emotion you are feeling right about now is shame. There will be no whining allowed. You are obviously a miserable failure. Deal. Just don’t expect us to care.
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