A Few Words from a DI

DOES HE HAVE A VOCABULARY OR WHAT....?!? For the few of you who have missed him, R. Lee Ermey is the host of The History Channel's "Mail Call " and played the Drill Instructor in the movie, " Full Metal Jacket. " He recently played the totally unsympathetic psychiatrist in a GIECO commercial. He is a retired Marine Gunnery Sergeant and a very plain speaker, as you will soon read. So, for your entertainment, here is Retired Marine Gunnery Sergeant R. Lee Ermey at his first press conference. The main topic of discussion is the Marine in Iraq who shot an Iraqi insurgent to death. ANYWAY, THE STORY GOES: We pick up as a reporter asks about " how this potential war crime will affect our image in the world ": Ermey: "WHAT KIND OF A PANSY-ASSED QUESTION IS THAT?" Reporter 1: "Well, sir I think...." Ermey: "THINK, FANCY BOY ??! GET THIS THROUGH THAT SEPTIC TANK ON TOP OF YOUR SHOULDERS, MORON : I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?? THAT MARINE SHOT AN ENEMY COMBATANT, SHITHEAD. SO GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND DEAL WITH IT BEFORE I MAKE YOU MY OWN PERSONAL PIN CUSHION!!! NEXT QUESTION: YOU IN THE BLUE SUIT." Reporter 2: Don't you think that the world's opinion of our operations is important ? Ermey: "OH SURE! YOU DON'T KNOW THE TIMES I HAVE CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP WORRYING ABOUT WHAT SOME GODDAMNED FRENCH PANSY THINKS! OH THE DAYS I HAVE HAD TO WEEP, BECAUSE SOME SHIT EATING TERRORIST SCUMBAG MIGHT BE MAD AT US, BECAUSE WE WENT INTO WHATEVER GOD FORSAKEN HOLE IN THE SHIT THAT HE LIVES IN AND KILLED HIM. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF DUMBASS QUESTION IS THAT YOU PETER-PUFFING JACKASS? WE ARE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA , AND WHEN YOU ATTACK US, WE ARE GOING TO COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND BLOW YOUR STINKING CAMEL-LICKING CARCASS INTO PIECES SO SMALL WE WILL BE ABL E TO BURY YOUR SORRY ASS IN A THIMBLE! YEAH, I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING. YOU ARE PROBABLY AFRAID, THINK ING THAT I HAVE SUCH AN "EXTREME" ATTITUDE AND THAT I NEED TO BE MORE "SENSITIVE" TO OTHER PEOPLE'S FEELINGS. WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU POLE-SMOKING PANSY! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE THINKS! THIS IS A DAMN WAR, AND IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT, THEN YOU SHOULD GO HOME AND SUCK ON MAMMA'S TIT! DO YOU HEAR ME YOU RUNT? NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY PRESS ROOM BEFORE I GO CRAZY AND KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!! NEXT QUESTION: YOU WITH THE UGLY-ASSED TIE, LOOK AT THAT THING! IT IS HIDEOUS!" Reporter 3: "Aren't you going against the freedom of the press by.." Ermey: "FREEDOM? WHAT IN BLUE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT FREEDOM? I HAVE SWEATED MY ASS OFF IN JUNGLES, WHILE BEING SHOT AT FOR THIS NATION! WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE YOU LITTLE SHIT-SUCKING WEASEL? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PUT YOUR ASS ON THE LINE FOR ANYTHING? AND YET YOU HAVE THE UNMITIGATED TEMERITY TO SHOW UP HERE AND MONDAY-MORNING QUARTERBACK THE ACTIONS OF A BRAVE MARINE, WHO WAS DEFENDING HIMSELF AND HIS UNIT FROM AN ATTACK BY SOME MURDEROUS AL-QUEDA SYMPATHIZER!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I AM CONCERNED ABOUT, NUMB-NUTS? I AM CONCERNED ABOUT A BUNCH OF GRABASSTIC, ORGANIZED MORONS WITH CAMERAS AND MICROPHONES DOING THEIR BEST TO PORTRAY OUR BRAVE MEN AND WOMEN AS WAR CRIMINALS! I AM CONCERNED ABOUT CHICKEN-SHIT PANSIES THAT WANT US TO NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS AND WHINE ABOUT THEIR PISS-ANT "FREEDOMS"!! NEXT QUESTION.

SILENCE..................... THEN:

Ermey: "DID YOU ALL HAVE A BIG BOWL OF STUPID FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING, NUMB NUTS? I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD OUT OF THAT COMMIE CRY HOLE IN THAT SHIT-PILE YOU CALL A HEAD! AND THAT GOES TRIPLE FOR THE REST OF YOU PANSY-ASSED MORONS! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY PRESS ROOM BEFORE I SHOVE MY BOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS THAT YOU CHOKE TO DEATH ON MY SHOELACES!!!!"

Marine DI's have a language all their own.

I love it when people like him give other people a really good wake up call. We need more of it in this world.

Good call Tom! :laugh:

Hay Chuck, you still doin the Dinar thing? if so holler at me, ljgregory@bellsouth.net

This could've been Emery in the White House in 2001:

Now Dammit George. Don't be sending my men over there to fight for That fuckin' Iraqi who has his hands on your balls! He is the only one that gives a shit 'cause he thinks he is going to be President after we whip all of their asses. And kill your best ex-friend Saddam for you. Personal fucking favor from the Marines to you Ivy League Pussies!

The Oil Men and your Daddy are not FREEDOM fighters George and us Marines are getting pretty fucking tired of being your mercenaries. I've been shot at in the jungle for freedom and if you want to get that Bin Lden guy then let's go to Afghanistan and get the Son of a Bitch who attacked us, or let's stay the fuck home you Yalie Assed Puppet!

I like Ermey, I read a lot of his gun mag articles.

As for the second comment, I had an altercation with a Marine once in my dojo in about 1993. He’d just finished boot camp and I guess his DI told him “Now that you’re a real Marine, you can whip any 7 civilians.” Well, this guy took that to heart and brought his girlfriend into my dojo to show her he could whip a black belt.

I pretty much had to accept all such challenges from guys who walked in off the street, because technically it was sparring not fighting. Afterall, what would my students think of me if I backed down from a “sparring” match from some guy with little formal training?

Invariably though, the sparring turned to fighting as frustration mounted. Same thing with that 6’3”, 225 lbs solid muscled Marine. Dude was very strong and would knock a house down if he ever hit it, but those guys are usually pretty slow and telegraph badly…as did that Marine.

I was picking him apart, smacking and kicking him anywhere I wanted, and that frustrated him and embarrassed him in front of his girl. So, he stopped sparring and started swinging for the fence, throwing haymakers at my face. Not much chance he was gonna land one, but it made me mad that he was trying. So, I let one whoosh by, stepped in and drilled him in the nose with a reverse punch. Broke his nose. Granted, I hit him hard enough to knockout a horse, and he remained standing, but the urge to fight left him immediately.

Ahh the good ol’ days.

Thats great

I went to boot at Paris Island and we had this little 5'3" skinny ass black DI that just scared the crap out of everybody no matter how big they were.

I remember one day he got pissed and took our flag and was going to throw it away, well it was our job to defend that flag and he kicked all our asses. :S

I think the number 1 requirement for DI's is you have to be nuts.

My uncle is retired Navy and he always said you dont mess with a Marine no matter how big or small they are or how many guys you have with you cause someone is definetly gonna get hurt.