I Was a Cylon

“Obedient, robot-like killers.”

For nine years, that was me, at least one weekend a month and two weeks a year. That is, after all, the description of American soldiers, according to a delightful piece of email sent to Blackfive.

Whew! Glad I escaped that. Hell, brainwashed little ol’ me thought I was doing a service for the likes of the gent who wrote that. I’m sure that, in his own little peculiar way, the email author really meant, “Hey, y’all, thanks for the sacrifices[, baby-killers]. I really appreciate it[, you murderous slaves].”