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...Right.
I firmly believe that one does not simply become a racist like a pig becoming bacon. No, I believe that inside us all is our inner racist. That's right folks the inner racist. The inner racist is that small voice in your head that cannot believe how long the big nosed bastard in front of you is taking in line at the grocery store. I mean how many coupons does that penny pinching son of bitch need and what part of "one coupon per customer per day," do they not understand? Not to mention they have to question the legitimacy of every price wrung up. This conduct cause your inner racist to flip all fucking shit insight, which may really translate as an eye twitch.
So no, I don't believe the army made you racist, rather it made you more open and intune to the inner racist already present inside you. Goodnight everybody.
Preston, R. Preston (2005). Competitive solutions: the strategist's toolkit. Princeton University Press. p. XV. 0691124035.
In circumstances where you are under extreme stress and indoctrinated to view a particular group as "the enemy", as any and every military organisation on the planet does; Israelis & Palestinians in this situation - mine were the "black communists" in Angola and their "terrorist brethren" who were invading our country (according to what we were told). Racism and/or racist views is a way of detaching yourself from the enemy and justifying actions that are against your inner moral code.
And my use of the above quote is spot on relevant because until you've experienced it for yourself and had the time to reflect on your own actions and understand them, you are in no position to pass any kind of moral judgement on someone who has walked those miles. And remember, the artist who's comments we are befouling is a more than likely conscript. If so, his choice, like mine was, is to serve in uniform or serve time in a cell, unlike the USA's current veterans who chose to serve willingly. So once you've served in combat (to quote an American euphemism "...where the metal meets the meat...", and taken a decade or two to process and truly understand what happened to you and why you made the decisions you did, we'll resume this debate and see if you still want to climb onto that soap box.