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Agony Recce
'L Goddard' from somewhere writes:
Sir
I have recently got devorced [sic] and considering joining the military.
I know it might be a problem because I am white but I know I have what it
takes to be a great soldier one day and not sombody that is gender confused.
You should rather change your name to Mr Sjambok it will bring out your
better side.
the sjambok Recce responds:
Ok Goddard.
The first thing you will learn in the army is to respect your
superiors. Telling them what to call themselves is not on.
I suspect the army may be a bit tough for you because you have
issues with respect. You say you are divorced, which means you
can't command the respect of a woman. How do you intend to become
a great soldier then, and gain the respect of your fellow comrades?
No Goddard, I think you should join the Salvation Army. The fact that you are white, shouldn't bother them either.
'Marco Polo' of Discover(y)ing Health writes:
Dear Aunty Agony,
I
have come to the conclusion that you too, are battling with the
commonalities of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PMS for the layman).
Your advice indicates battle fatigue which may lead to the
over-production of oestrogen which, in turn, may cause cessation of the
function of your frontal lobes. This condition is normally presented by
females at your age...gosh, by any oestrogen-producing female, for that
matter!
How do you deal with this? Your health is
our concern!
the
sjambok Recce responds:
Well,
I don't usually respond to letters that are not directly about other
people's problems, but you obviously have a problem. I think it is what
they call a 'gender issue' these days. You see, I
am not an
'Aunty', I am a Recce Commando. Unlike in the movies where GI
Janes' become special forces soldiers, there are no women in the Recces
(and there probably never will be). In fact, we had a special
term for guys like you who looked at us like we were women - we called
them morphies.
My suggestion to you is to speak to a psychiatrist and tell him you
think you may be a morphy.
If you are religious, you may also want to ask forgiveness from Jesus,
or whichever heathen god you pray to.
'Wife Worries'
from Sea Point
writes:
Mr
Recce, I have this nagging suspicion that my wife is cheating on
me. She's come home twice now from a 'girl's night out'
without
her panties on, which she said she forgot to put on when she
left. Flowers have also been delivered to our house addressed
to
"my horny angel", but she says they must be for one of the
neighbours. Whenever I try to talk to her about it, she just
dismisses me out of hand and calls me paranoid.
I
really need to know if she's up to something.
the sjambok Recce
responds:
OK.
This one is easy. We had a similar case in Angola where we
had
this Cuban guy who didn't want to say anything. You probably
don't want to try all the things we did to him on your wife, but there
is one trick that comes to mind. It's a very humane way of
making
someone tell the truth and causes no physical harm - it's called
sensory deprivation. You need to blindfold your wife and put
her
in a dark, sound-proof room. Also block her nose with a
clothes
peg. Try speaking to her every three days or
so. If
she doesn't tell the truth after a few times, increase the number of
days to a week and so forth.
If she still doesn't
talk after two
months, then she has no respect for you and you should divorce her and
get a younger, prettier wife.
'Living Large'
from
Pietermaritzburg writes:
I
am 21 years old, am 1.6m tall and weigh 110kg. Everyone is
always
making jokes about my weight. Even my friends laugh
at
me. I am becoming very insecure and depressed and don't even
want
to go outside anymore.
Please help.
the sjambok Recce
responds:
You
have two problems here. The first is that you eat too
much. The second is that you are a sissy.
The
first problem is easy to solve - eat less.
The
second problem is harder. This attitude of 'my friends laugh
at
me and I'm so sad' is just unacceptable. Life is like combat
-
it's tough and very often it takes no prisoners. You need to
toughen up. I suggest joining the army. Otherwise,
like in
combat, you must learn to strike back harder. The
next time
one of your friends laughs at you, punch him in the face.
Keep
doing this till your friends stop laughing at you.
I
hope this helps.
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