Riley Williams; phony Afghanistan veteran
Someone sent us their work on this Riley Williams fellow. He claims to have served in the Army infantry “during the war in Afghanistan” in this article from the Webster University Journal;
Williams spent his life in the U.S. Army as an infantryman when the U.S. was at war with Afghanistan. Those in the infantry are considered to be the mainland combat force and backbone of the army, according to Go Army. Although Williams did not go into detail about his time spent in the service, he did explain his realization behind his artworks concept.
“If you apply the realistic idea of what [war] is, and what it’s doing to the world or someone else, you don’t want to apply it to play anymore,” Williams said.
When it came to trauma, art was Williams’ comfort space. He said he has turned to art his whole life. In fourth grade, Williams’ family moved from California to North Carolina. The culture shock between the two communities sent him into solitude with a pen and paper. He began doodling as an escape. Williams didn’t really fall in love with art until after he was out of the military. The escape he once sought out in art during his younger age became more necessary.
The reason that he probably didn’t want to talk about his time in the Army is because he only had 56 days of it. He spent almost that much time at MEPS waiting to start his military career.
Of course we hear that his lies go much further than he expresses in the article, but without proof, I won’t publish rumors here.
Category: Phony soldiers, Valor Vultures
FIRST there is the Kaiser, he is the highest of all.
THEN there is the Kaiser’s horse.
THEN there is the dirt the Kaiser’s horse stands on.
THEN comes the Infantry :>))
Whoever took that photo should find another career or hobby.
Until Ex-OS2 returns (AND I hope he’s alive and well) I say:
Cocksucker.
Must have broken his taint during Basic Training….
he never went to BCT. He was a reception station bolo.
As in could not do 15 pushups to move on to BCT.
Another panty-waste weakling who couldn’t even get out of the reception station.
What a turd slurper.
Word.
He probably got caught working his meat in the latrine down at the recruiting station.
Loser.
“As in could not do 15 pushups to move on to BCT.”
OR he screwed the pooch while in DEP to the point where his Enlistment Contract was CANCELED, I saw it happen when I went AD in the early 90’s.
could be…or he produced some excuse medical BS…
I can’t remember anyone just running off, but we did have a guy suddenly remember he had asthma…
There’s nothing wrong with the work that he does, although his choice of materials is questionable.
But telling a whopper to get a review? And boost sales? What. A. Backhoe.
He’s incorporating his “service” into explanations of his work. That’s just over the line.
Oh, and this piece is reminiscent of time I never spent doing something I never experienced…now buy my shit. America:Fukk Yeah!
Is this a great country or what? /sarc/
I have daydreams, too, but mine are like yours – offered as baloney and nothing else. This guy – drek drekko.
No ASR? Pffftt…
Back to the minor league farm system to work on your street creds.
While it is true that you had 10 more days active duty than Giduck, you still fall well below the Gunga Dan line.
Bedwetter.
Compared to this turd, gunga dan was a seasoned warrior…///
I was at 30th AG at Fort Benning around the same time, initially as him. Got there a couple of days before him, coming from Warrior Transition Course at Fort Sill. I shipped out from 30th AG as a re-class insert into one of the Infantry OSUT companies after completing in-processing. There were a lot of Soldiers there, we may or may not have seen each other.
Had it made as an insert.
We had our own rooms, and we got released after dinner chow, we were used as the “time measurement” for when the privates ate. They naturally ate first, we NCOs at last. So, when we finished our meals, the privates had more than enough time eating, the drill sergeants would start herding the privates out. 
Actually reported to 30th AG on May 6, 2009, to OSUT a before Riley Williams, Phony Afghanistan War Veteran, got there.
So this poor bunny had a hard time in 4th grade; well so did I but you don’t see me phony-ing-it-in. My fourth grade teacher was a vision of beauty and the subject of many dreams. Her boy friend was a foot ball player in the Canadian league. How could I compete with that? I’ve recovered from the let-down; but, I will never forget Miss I could never spell her name the same way three times.
“So this poor bunny had a hard time in 4th grade;…”
I AM SURE that 4th grade is THE ONLY long and hard part of him and his life.
As a military brat, I changed schools and location many times. Let me see if I can draw…..nah,still can’t.
There just has to be a motorcycle, a leather vest covered in poser bling, a POW/MIA doo-rag, and a pair of those dumbass-looking, white framed, wrap-around mirror-lensed sunglasses somewhere inside this swirling maelstrom of Stolen Valor bullshit.
There just has to be.
It’s almost like it’s a rule for Stolen Valor posers, or something.
Oops.
I failed to notice that he already has a pair of those dumbass-looking, white framed glasses in the photo posted above.
Assclown.
After deep meditation to reach a point of sutra clarity, one realizes Williams’ terrifying military experience influences his non-objective art by drawing on the precepts of the ancient Japanese cult of Bullshitto, or The Way of the Wanker.
What is the sound of one hand smacking a poser upside the head?
The sound of one (vet’s) hand clapping, I think.
“After serving in the Army infantry, Webster University senior Riley Williams is still fighting….” How can he still be fighting when he didn’t fight in the first place?
“Williams enlisted in the Army in 2006 to support his son. In 2009, his service ended.” Whose army? Evidently, it wasn’t the US Army.
“[Professor Tate] Foley said he believes the artwork is directly correlated to Williams’ time spent overseas and in the military.” How very insightful. More cheese? Another glass of wine?
Professor Tant…excuse me Tate is as big a dumbass and this toll is a liar. I can hear it now, “Thanks for asking, the reds on the canvas you mentioned are an impressionistic expression of the reality of blood. Blood from men I saw die, both ours and the enemies. It is the best way I’ve found to deal with it since the war and that nasty paper cut in the fourth grade.”
Turd needs to just shut up and flush already.
So now that Tate knows (or will know) that this douche is a liar and poser, what does his art work correlate to now?
Which goes to show you, “experts” can justify anything and from the above example, shows you that they’re as full of bull-dung as these phonies. Pseudo-intellectual phonies just as bad as military phonies.
I emailed tate yesterday. If he replies I’ll tell you.
Did you hear back from said professor?
Did the professor infer from the paintings: …
He held his friend in his arms immediately after he was shot in the head by a sniper? He splattered with the blood of his best friend?
He saw his intestines through massive wounds to the abdomen?
He comforted his troops after fire fights when they suffered from PTSD?
Are the above what the professor inferred from the painting?
Was he in the Army long enough (56 days) to actually have any memories?
Do those memories involve being deprived of TV time? Too little food after training all day with the Navy SEALS and Army Rangers? The trauma by getting only two hours sleep a night, weeks on end?
Did he get a Dear John letter? (Is that still a thing?)
Or, … is he just a box of used tampons, making his way through life by pretending he actually contributed something to the Army?
Inquiring minds want to know. So does mine.
This turd probably posed nude for the professor.
And then worked off a little extra credit.
I went on an emergency leave when I was in AIT for some personal issues for three days.
My company never expected me to return so they were highly surprised when I came through the door of my company at Ft Polk and said that I was back.
They said that the company was out at the rifle range and that I could stay back in garrison until they returned.
I said I wanted to go join them and asked for directions so I could walk out there.
They wer so surprised to hear that they opened the arms room handed me my weapon and put me in the Captains Jeep and drove me out to join them.
My Drill Instructor was so surprised to see me that I still remember the look on his face. He was truly shocked.
But hey, I signed up for it and I was determined to finish what I started.
Best thing I ever did…
Well, except for my three beautiful daughters. But without my Army service things would have been a lot different for me and I doubt they would be here.
So it all worked out good for me.
Those were the days my friends.
Would you look at that another fake journalist writing fake news.
These people are almost as deplorable as the frauds they promote.
How in the actual fuck do you bolo at reception station? Is that even a thing? Did he fail at masturbation or something?
you would be surprised. all kinds of people find Jesus when they get off the bus and find themselves in the large entry hall of 30th AG standing in front of those giant wooden benches getting yelled at by a pissed off Drill for the first time. Had one guy sleeping on the floor next to the Staff Duty desk because he tried to slash his wrist with a seam ripper from a sewing kit.
Yeah.
Or they run off during formation.
We had a guy try to walk off of Parris Island about a week into Phase I. He didn’t make it.
This guy looks pretty dang old -hell 2009 was only 7 years ago-I am 51 a retired army national guard infantry with the 1/167th(M)IN 4th Alabama I was on my 2nd tour in Iraq at age 43 -I had served Active Navy, National Guard and reserves-I am 100% Service Connected Disabled 5 combat tours and can still do 15 push ups.
Only 15 ???
😂😂😂😂😂
Hey! 30th AG was WORSE than combat! I get more flashbacks from the smell of moth balls, brasso, and simple green than I ever do from gunfire and the smell of gunpowder.
How did he get to be a Private E-2 without ever going through Basic Combat Training?
Maybe they gave him that promotion as a sort of courtesy, since he was being rejected.
When I was in the United States Army, you didn’t get promoted to Private E-2 until you completed Basic Combat Training, at which time, the promotion was automatic.
Is M.E.P.S. where they have you take all those tests in the middle of the night when you’re barely awake?
We did that as soon as we stepped off the bus, got our haircuts, were issued our uniforms, and promptly began our training.
There was a war on!
How long does M.E.P.S. last before actually beginning Basic Combat Training nowadays?
I was an E-3 PFC before I even entered basic. He could have been a boy scout or served in JROTC, there are numerous things you can do to get promoted before basic.
@ CA_SGT:
You’re right!
I plumb forgot about High School ROTC, and Eagle Scouts automatically being promoted.
Thanks for the reminder.
Had one collage degree and a two year business from a CC that got me E-3 and one transcriptShy of E-4, for basic
got it at my first duty station three weeks after in-processing
We also had a few at basic wearing E-4 being paid as a E-5 that were going to officer then
Monterey or the other way around after BCT
If he still doesn’t like North Carolina too much, then by all means feel free to haul your ass back to California and never come back.
Especially with whatever that is on his head, he looks like a Gay Pride Parade reject.
Holy Crap he washed out quick at BCT or OSUT
We had a few of these at Basic and they went quickly
56 days active service? Think of the tales of derring do he could tell, his many acts of heroism. Or maybe he only cleaned the shitters for that time. Someone had to do it, why not him? It’s not like he was good for anything else.
Just think, if he had spent those 56 days in the Air Force, he would have received the mandatory minimum 14 ribbons including several achievement awards and at least one meritorious promotion.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m leaving now. Running as fast as I can, boss.
I think the record for the shortest TIS was set by two guys from my company in Navy boot camp, Orlando, 1968, who were caught swapping spit the FIRST NIGHT, damn near as soon as lights out. Never saw them on or after day two. LOL
But, but, inclusiveness, acceptance, diversity.
Way back in the early 70s when the DS still went hands on from time to time. The day they came to get you at reception station, the would wander through the ranks and look for badasses. When they found one, the fun would start. One would get in the tough guys face and start trying to provoke him, then drill sargents and assistants would surround the unlucky fuck that eyeballed them and mouthed off. If he raised a hand, he would be dealt with and never seen again. After we were issued our mattel toys, coming back for noon chow from bayonet training 4th platoon DS took a private off to the side and slapped him. Got to mess hall and slapped private drew weapons guard. Got our 15 minute lunch, came out of mess hall, weapons guard was gone, with his weapon ,they found his weapon with bayonet fixed, stuck in one of 4 flats on drill sargent’s 1966 cuda. Don’t know if they ever found slapped private. Lmao