When I see something described as “mil-spec”, the thing I associate with military gear quality is that it’s terrible. Aircraft that fall out of the sky, mass-produced uniforms that special forces soldiers immediately get rid of, infrastructure that leaks poison into water supplies. When I see a business built around troop worship, it’s likewise a junior enlisted trying to get out of work beneath leadership that has lost every war they’ve fought. They’re Nazis in a parody about Nazis. You’re part of the force that’s famous for not spotting IEDs right in front of them and that’s supposed to give me confidence in your poop-spotting abilities?

Is this like a business that comes through and cleans up dog shit off of fat angloids lawns because they’re too lazy to do it themselves?

Honestly, i wonder how AmeriKKKans in suburban sprawl hellscapes even walk their dogs in the first place. Are they idling down the local cul de sac in their momdozer with the leash hanging out the side window? Do they park when their dog signals to them that they’ve spotted a good pooping place? How often do they and /or their dogs get shot at? It’s hard to imagine a place that’s less suited to having a dog.

Indirect fire specialists who track enemy mortars and artillery are primarily concerned with two locations: the point of origin, and the point of impact. For the ones that prepare an offensive response, they literally live in the poo.

me when i free the poop