This won’t surprise anyone, but in an article, in the Washington Post that is supposed to be about shutting the commissary system down, it turns into a thing about how well the troops live and, of course, it’s a class warfare thing.
In an era when private employers are reducing health care and pensions, the military continues to offer generous retirement benefits, including to service members who have never spent a day in combat. For troops who remain in uniform for 20 years or more, the military provides an annual pension immediately upon retirement — even if the retiree is 38 years old — equivalent to at least half of their final-years salary. Enrollment for an entire family in a military health-care plan that operates much like a private health maintenance organization will cost a retiree just $539 this year, about one-ninth of what the average non-military family will pay out of pocket in HMO premiums.
Those on active-duty also have bucked national trends. Over the past decade, military salaries have grown at a faster rate than those of civilian workers. The average enlisted soldier now earns more than 90 percent of Americans who have less than two years of college. Most Army captains — the third-most-junior rank of officer — will take home more than $90,000 this year.
That compensation does not take into account a raft of other services subsidized by taxpayers: commissaries, child care, schools on domestic bases, and morale and recreation programs. The tab for those will reach about $5 billion this year.
Surprise! Civilians think that we have it too good. The thing is, if it’s such a great deal, where aren’t these f**knuts lined up to join the military to take part in those rich benefits we’re being given. What’s that “service members who have never spent a day in combat” bullshit? How many days has the author, Rajiv Chandrasekaran, spent in combat in the military so that he can be so judgmental? According to his Wiki, he covered the war in Iraq, but not in the military, obviously.
See when I joined the Army in the paleolithic era, I didn’t have to shove someone out of the way to get through the door first. I also don’t remember the Washington Post publishing any articles about how I was only making $258/month and how the commissary and PX were the only places I could afford to shop. I never took Food Stamps, but that was a pride thing – I certainly qualified. Our abject poverty wasn’t an issue then, I guess because they figured we deserved it, but now that pay is good, suddenly we’re a drain on government spending.
I abso-f**king-lutely dare Chandrasekara to do a piece in the Post about welfare recipients living too well with their cable TV, their 50 inch screens, $2600/month apartments (that’s the maximum housing allowance they were getting in DC last I checked about 5 years ago), their new cars, etc…. No, it’s much easier to take shots at the military who will just sit and take it, rather than piss off half the population of the District.
And, oh, the reason I shop at the Commissary when I get a chance is because of the selection of foods that I’ve become accustomed to – like my Tschibo German coffee that I can’t find in civilian supermarkets. There’s no real savings attached to it, anymore except that we can buy brand names at the same price as the generic store brands. And it makes me happy to screw the state governments – even though the prices are the same as they are outside the gate, the part that would normally go to state taxes, goes to the morale and welfare activity in the particular community. It made me happy to screw O’Malley out of a couple of bucks when I lived in Maryland.
So, Rajiv Chandrasekaran, instead of complaining about how well we have have it, go sign your name on the dotted line, if we have it so damn good, you should willing to join in the whole package that comes with the military lifestyle, you jealous, crybaby.