(Profanity used: No Shit, Sherlock) Uncommonsensical? Fuck The Troops

(Profanity used, sexist and crude language, anti-redneck bias)

I was watching a re-run of yesterday's The Colbert Report today, and I saw a head-shaven Stephen Colbert look like an enema rimjobbing the armed forces, along with Obama, Bush and Sen. Webb. No jokes were made at the expense of the soldiers. It was like satirizing satire.
I then started thinking about the troops and the whole yellow ribbons people all over the country were sticking to their SUV bumpers. And it dawned to me. Eureka! There's a much better slogan these people could use: Fuck The Troops.
Yes, you read me right: Fuck The Troops. Now, let me explain what I mean by that. A young man graduates from high school and, after working a couple years in dead end jobs, he decides to be all he can be and join the armed forces. After studying by himself at night (he works during the day), he manages to learn all the skills required to ace the aptitude test and join boot camp.
At boot camp, he gets yelled at every day. He doesn't sleep enough. He doesn't eat enough. There isn't any heat at the barracks, and he has to march miles under a blizzard. Just when he starts to get used with the Colorado winter training, he's shipped to the hottest desert on earth, where the barracks aren't any better and where he's constantly walking on landmined roads, at plain sight for dozens of insurgents to unleash their rage via AK-47s.
When he returns to the barracks, he is placed in a room full of men as grumpy as him. He can't drink, he's got to be alert at all times. He can't jack off, there's too many men around, and the Don't Ask Don't Tell policy might be used as grounds for dismissal. The ladies sleep on a different barrack. The occasional Virginia cigarette is the only rest he gets from this quagmire called Occupation, but the army doesn't want to encourage smoking among its troops so the cancer-sticks are few.
Occasionally, a soldier like this one will come back home. So, ladies, next time you see him, fuck him. Fuck The Troops. Make creamed cherry pop with him. Fuck him 'til his balls get sore, 'til the last drop of protein shake is out of his sandy dick. Show him the gratitude civilians have for soldiers through your tongue and throat multi-tasking skills. Just for one second (or as long as it takes), go against your reflexes and don't gag. Make them forget the desert; make them drink from the endless fountain that is your VJJ. They deserve it.
This is only commonsensical. We previously established that survival (or doing things that will likely work towards it) is the only commonsensical thing on earth. They fight for your survival, ergo you fuck them. As simple as ABC, and as American as apfelkuchen.
It's simple: Fuck The Troops.