Some poor sod crossed my path today to announce that there are plenty of jobs in Iraq and Afghanistan, and the money is good.
$80,000-$150,000 to drive a truck, or weld, or rebuild water plants in Iraq or Afghanistan for a year or less sounds pretty darned good.
Until you read the fine print.
The part that says: "NO GUNS OR OTHER WEAPONS ALLOWED."
The complete, utter and total buffoon mindset that is required to formulate and speak that one simple statement leaves me in a state of flabbergasted awe.
Science demands that we find the person who decided this, because there are obviously no higher brain functions involved. It's a bloody medical miracle.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this. Check my logic here: People are being asked to risk their necks --
-- and I don't say that in a metaphorical way, folks are getting their HEADS. CUT. OFF! Necks. Bread knives. Long, LONG nasty, BLOODY WAY TO DIE! On video, no less --
-- people are being asked to risk their necks for pay, in a war zone, but they're not being allowed to carry something to protect said necks with.
"Sir. Civilians are getting their heads sawn off. We have the video."
"Oh, that's just terrible. We have to do something about this. Tell the rest of the civilians that they can't carry any guns, just in case."
This must be what going flat barking bugnuts feels like.
Where, in the name of Heimdall's horned helmet, in what universe, DOES THIS MAKE SENSE??!! Huh?! Where?! Where does this make sense?
Not only are people accepting this as being normal -- Ye Simpering Gods! -- not only are they accepting this as normal, they are actively promoting it by accepting these jobs.
I despair. I really do.
I guran-damn-tee that idiot recruiter is going to remember me. I can only hope he's got the guts to relay my message.
"No Guns", my furry fourth point of contact.