Big Country Expat

Greetings and Salutations!
>URP!<
I’m still full from brekkie w/Ranger Jay and Sapper. A very enjoyable morning, much like when Concerned American came by last week and met the ‘BCE Casa Clan of Cats and Doggos’ and then we hit IHOP for our repast. Just as we did today.

ZERO drama.
ZERO bullshit.
AHHHHHHHHH… >queue deep sign of satisfaction/relief<

I mean DC is still playing games in the background. I’ve gotten a few alerts that someone is TRYING to get into my various ‘things’ but since I went “Full Covenant” and initiated ALL the two-factor authentications, and ALL the security, everything (as of now) appears to be good.

I did call SWMNBN (She Who Must Not Be Named) to let her know that DC was still trying shit, that I had the evidence and “…don’t you realize what you idiots did (hijacking and taking the PayPal account over and emptying it) is a federal wire-fraud rap?” The usual denials came fast and furious, so I told her to step on that shit HARD or her newgran is going to be born in a Fed Lockup. She was all weepy as if I give a shit anymore.

Buh Bye Felecia.

I might just pull that trigger (metaphorically speaking) out of absolute spite at this point. The interactions with the cops has been exceptionally enlightening. They (the idiot twins) fucked up in sooooo many ways I could have the two of them bent over and fucked so hard it’s really sad.

And they keep doing to themselves.
Wirecutter and I had an email conversation today where he put it pretty succinctly: “What in the fuck is it with women and fucking their soon-to-be exes around? I’ve never met a woman that could just walk away from a marriage and call it quits. Every fucking one of them has to do as much damage as they possibly can. “

Sheesh.
No shytte man, no shytte….
All I wanted was to be loved man…

Anyways.
I got ONE bit of OUTSTANDING News Today!!!!
(I needed this BTW)

Said-news is that over the past couple of days, since all my shit got hijacked, I’ve been checking and securing ALL my Accounts.  I mean ‘MAD paranoia’ are the word(s) of the week, so I’m covering my ass. Like ALL THE ACCOUNTS!

So one of them was my Amazon Associates account. That’s the one y’all have been supplementing me via MRE and gear purchases on occasion. When I went in… well
DAMMITALLTOHELL!!!
What. The. Fuck. Man?

Even THAT bank account number was NOT mine and I had never realized it!!!! I had no idea what the number was, and I know calling the ‘Zon would have been an exercise in futility, so I just fixed it as I figured AGAIN it was DC and SWMNBN doing their Wreck-It-Ralph shit again. 

FIDO: Fuck It, Drive On.

Now the way the Associates Account works is that The Zon only pays out after like two months behind at the end of each month, meaning I JUST got the April/May payout (but I didn’t so to speak). 

I fixed the Direct Deposit, and kind of figured any of the previously-dispersed funds, well those were a wash, but it’s cool b/c the majority MRE cash is still pending…  (I sold over $70k in MREs thru those links LOL… that’s a LOT of MREs folks!!!) 

And since USUALLY I have like BARELY any commissions, I never noticed the lack of $$$ coming in from it before… Like $12 here, $20 there… so little as to not rate me even noticing… Plus you have to hit like $100 before they actually pay out, so it might be months before I get a dime from the Bezosclown….

That was like 3-4 days ago.

So as today progressed, I needed to check the new BoA account to see if the water/electric bills had cleared and WOWSERS!!!  Seems that account, the wrong one that HAD been getting the $$$ previously? It has been apparently holding ALL my commissions and is/was an escrow account or some such. 

I guess by inputting my NEW account info, well all that cash stored and saved up since November of 2019 dropped all at once!!!

I just got ALL of my commissions!!!!
It was about $2k!!!!
I NEEDED this win!!!

Thank the Good Lord for watching out for drunks/stoners/freaks like us amiright?

Whew…

THAT is a MAJOR load off my mind.

Funnily enough I had something like this happen a few years back with my Patreon Account. I didn’t realize I had to withdraw the $$$ from it, and when I looked, there was like 4-5 years of accumulation in there. It wasn’t much, (like NO subscribers LOL) but these days?

Every. Penny. Counts.
Even though I heard they’re no longer making them?
Pennies that is…

So I’ll be emailing the Raffle Winner tonight
And if they’re cool w/it I’ll poast their handle/name.

Then I’ll ship it on out.
And I can actually afford this shit for once.
And even better?
NO female expenditures left for this month so to speak.

<Insert Dinner Break Here>

Whew…. OK just got back from a wee bit of a celebratory dinner.

We went to a new restaurant that opened a ways back. A Turkish kitchen featuring some good Turk/Arabic food. What with SWMNBN gone, I can partake in my favorite food picks like Middle eastern cuisine. She hated Haji-Chow. Sapper and myself? It’s our third? time there I think.

Now, it’s a bit pricy, but we went for the BIGGEST platter they have… ALL THE MEETZ. Like grilled meats including Lamb Adana, Lamb Shish, Chicken Shish, Beef Shish, Kofte, Chicken Adana and sliced Doner meetz. It’s supposed to serve 4-6 people. It’s cooked into a GIANT pita over a bed of rice.

It comes out looking like this:

I had to use the stock photo as Sapper and I sort of got ahead of ourselves, and by the time I took the pic, ours looked like this:

There’s also a BIG pile of pickled red onions, pickled radish and shredded lettuce. Big ole chunks of sliced whole tomatoes were in the mix as well as them chili peppers you see…

We went hog-wild on it…

The waiter said he’s never seen ANYONE destroy the platter so completely…. especially only TWO of us on what’s supposed to be a 4-6 person platter.

We wrecked that sucker.
There wasn’t much left…
We both have that ‘meat high/sweats’ you get after positively GORGING on a HUGE pile of dead animal flesh…

I ate like I had two assholes.
ANOTHER Great Day!
Sapper? I think Sapper is dead.
Or at least in a Meat-Induced Coma
I’ll check to see if he’s still breathing later.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It’s the little things in life
Peace and Quiet…
I forgot what that was.

So More Later
BCE

Greetings and Salutations!

Mea Culpa!
MAXIMUM Type One Each!!!

I done forgot to update y’all on the Snausage Princess! That’s inexcusable, so apologies there! For real!!!

First off, No issues. She’s doing great! Outside of an increase in her already GARGANTUAN appetite (Sapper calls her a ‘stomach with legs’) because of the meds we figure, she’s been really doing well.

Hence the following pics:

Sapper, Stella and the attention-whore Chili.

Not sure if I put that one out already. Then yesterday, Bob-the-Cat and Stell were chilling out on Sapper’s bunk together:

Bob shockingly has been really cool and seems to know that Stella got fucked up a bit. He’s been cuddling up w/her on the regular. Granted, for a cat, he was raised essentially with Stella from the get-go, so he’s got some ‘doggo-attitudes’ so to speak. Pretty cool IMO and what’s hilarious is they’ve got almost the same coloration… like IRL they’re brother/sister/littermates. At least in their minds…

Now last night I didn’t get much sleep.

B/C of doggo reasons.

Stella was on her usual perch (see the 2nd pic below) so to speak on the sofa in the War Room AKA “The Museum of Mayhem” and started having what I think was a bad dream… whining, whimpering and crying out all the while sound asleep… doggo-dreams if you will. She had these even BEFORE ‘the incident’ so I gathered her up, and brought her into MY room as the bunk is a Cali-King with plenty of room, (I thought, more the fool sez I) and so I figured she could crash w/me.

Which she did…
(pic taken at about 0400)

All 75 pounds of farting/drooling dead-weight of her.

On her back… happy as a clam.

That Bitch kept me up ALLLLLL night and the dog-farts were something Glen Filthie would have been in awe of… UTTERLY devastating. Nerve Agent Level. Toxic. What the fuck are we feeding her? I asked myself? Dead fucking rotten squirrels??? Pickled rhinoceros guts? Add on she took over the center of the bunk, leaving me on the Edge of It? WAITING to fall to my doom???

Typical Woman… even Doggo-Whammenz are bed hogs.

BUT
She slept with a cute pittie-smile she has, stayed all night and I pretty much had to clock in late to the People’s Glorious Tractor Factory as I barely got any shut-eye between the farting and the fact I was clinging to the edge of the bunk ‘cos like I said, that bitch? She’s a bed-hog. It also damned near took a stick of TNT to get her OFF the bunk when it was time to get up…

Heh. Whammenz amiright?
She’s doing well like I said… I took this whilst writing:

They were both out cold until I went to take that pic.
Then BOTH of them opened their peepers…

No idea what ‘radar’ they have, but yeah… both of them are good girls. Love ’em to death. Literally I’m burning my relationshit/marriage down b/c of one of these bitches LOL.

Nuthin’ wrong with that Aye?
And YES I do feel the relief.
MAD more mellow.
No longer feeling like I’m walking on broken glass.
TBPH:

Case in point:
Sapper, Ranger Jay and Myself are going out for breakfast at a Denny’s/IHOP or wherever for the first time in almost 10 years.

This used to be a ‘regular thing’ that X#1 never interfered with.

However, Soon-to-Be X#2 had ‘issues’ ‘cos she wasn’t part of it, as this was our guy thing… normally brekkie, and then a movie. In fact when X#1 got me hemmed up with the Gendarmes back in the day, it was because I failed to show for our “regular” Saturday morning brekkie and the movie with Sapper and Ranger Jay that got Sapper to do the detective work and eventually bond my ass out of the clink…

Frens like that are gold folks.

No movie this time as A, there isn’t one worth fuck-all right now and B, Jay has some shit he’s got to get up to w/his ole lady.

BUT
Smol Baby Steps back to ‘Normality’ Aye???
For the values of what’s ‘normal’ in my Chaotic Good lifestyle right? Holy fuck I’m so pleased I could bust!!!

The last thing for tonight is probably one of the cooler things I found recently. As they say,

“Reject Modernity, Embrace Tradition!”

This video here is about the WHITEST video you’ll ever see… an Irish RUSSIAN (more on this in a later poast!!!!) A-Cappella group named “Spokanki” (Spokane) doing a traditional song (in Gaelic) called ‘Ceann Dubh Dilis’ (My Sweet, Dark-Haired Love):

-I- have an Irish Boner going on…
Russkie or not, I dig the traditional Gaelic moo-sik
Traditional costumes…song… lyrics…
Oh Holy Hells…
THAT is traditional

You Tell Me
More Later
BCE

Greetings and Salutations!
So an interesting thing happened.
Somewhat hairy to be perfectly frank.
I had to go to the local liquor store. It’s a small place up the street and in this case, it wasn’t for booze per se but for a dish I was cooking up that needed dry sherry (a nice roast BTW). Publix has sherry, but all they have are those BIG ole jugs and that’s WAAAY too much for what I needed. I went to the smol likker store as Bobby, the guy who owns it has smaller-ish bottles of stuff like that on hand. I also know Bobby and have pulled store security during some of the BLM/Hurricane stuff in exchange for goods so to speak…

I walked in, and at the counter were three urban Yoofs.

And OMG Cental Casting called, asking where the extras for their latest gangbanger movie were? Not kidding/wish I was… Dreds, grilled up teeth, sagging pants and no doubt packing guns with giggle switches… the guy behind the counter was trying to explain to the obviously getting agitated Yoofs that their card(s) (yes, MULTIPLE cards) had all been declined.

They had what looked like almost 3 or 4 cases of top end booze on the counter… like the literal top shelf stuff that Bobby literally keeps on the top shelf… they reeked of weed, and maaan…. I realized since this was a quick stop, and it’s almost impossible to bicycle while carrying, I had left my gat at home like a fucking dumbass.

Never. Fucking. Again.

It was starting to get that ‘pre-combat’ vibe and dude behind the counter was calling -someone- trying to get ANYONE who could do SOMETHING while the now-getting pissed off Yoofs who were starting to mutter angrily and sheeee-it.

Me?

I started maneuvering find cover when another guy walked in and OMG thanks be to Crom or -insert Deity of Choice here- as he was a BIG black dude who was with Allied armed security.

He had his Glock on his duty belt, which they saw, and this instantly changed the dynamic. Gun guy then positioned himself juuuust out of their reach, nodded at da Yoofs and stood off just -watching- them… their attitude suddenly flipped and got mellow just as quickly.

The counter-guy apologized again (as the first three or four times didn’t placate these dead-eyed fucks) and said there was nothing more he could do. Instead of things going pear shaped like it had looked like it was heading, they glared at counter-guy, looked at me, then the Guy-With-A-Gun and as a group stalked out of the store.

All three of us breathed a MAD sigh of relief.
Like literally a BIG loud sigh from all three of us…

The black guy was like “Man, I had good timing apparently!” I was all like, “Brother, you showed up like the Cav, right in the nick of time!” The counter-guy was like all “Maaaan they’d been declined on three or four cards multiple times and shit was about to get ugly when you two walked in!” I looked at the black guy and said “Maaaan no offense but holy shit that was looking pretty fucking bad for a minute…talk about “Da Boys in Da Hood!”

He was like “Man, niggers like that are why we have a nigger problem, not a Black problem.” I fist bumped him and told him I dug his POV and he was pretty based for a Black guy… he appreciated it. As far as my own stupid lack of carry? Needless to say, Quoth the Raven “Nevermore!” Lesson learned on the cheap.

This time.

I need to find something that’ll let me carry while bicycling… and I need either a more concealable weapon, as my smallest frame is that Smith 669 which I’d rather not carry as in IF I ever found myself needing it, I’d probably never get it back and they’re getting harder and harder to find them in like-new condition that she who must not be named found mine in:

I do have that itty-bitty Bond Derringer in .357 but it’s only two shots, and is the ‘last ditch’ car weapon, meaning that’s for emergency road rage use IF I ever have a ‘tard come at me while driving (it’s happened in the past unfortunately).

Money is too tight r/n to get anything new-ish.

And my preferred carry is my 1911, which is waaay to big to CC while on my bike. Le Sigh… decisions decisions… I will say I DID get a good bit of intel from the Gun Guy at the store.

He’s a guard for Allied but works at the new Coca Cola distribution center here in Tampa. The place is HUUUUGE and I’ve wanted and tried for years to get on with ‘Coke’ so to speak. Supposedly the company is a fantastic place to work… great bennies etc… hard as Hell to get onboard unless you have an ‘in’

It’s only a wee bit up the road, and the guy told me that the way to go about getting on with them is to apply online, and then show up and ask to speak to the HR folks upfront face-to-face and he told me that 80-90% of people get hired this way… that this’s the secret ‘cheat code’ to getting in the door with them.

So I’m applying tonight and I’m thinking about hitting them tomorrow… there’s a VP Slot open that I’m actually a great fit for, and I’ll take any offer on the table as no matter what, it’ll be two to three times my current rate at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory IF I get the gig…

I mean I did just get a fresh haircut and got the beard and eyebrows trimmed up… throw me in a suit and I clean up pretty damned well.

My only problem is my resume is like 4 pages long. It’s impossible to cover all the gigs I had in any sort of short form. Any suggestions?

And the last thing I want to do is run it through an AI…
Anywhooo
Now onto some interesting North of the Border news.

Seems a group of Canoeheads got busted for “…building up an ‘anti-government militia’ ” Seems some members of the Canadian DotMil and some DotMil cadets (I’m assuming these being cadets in whatever form the Canadians have for West Point or the Air Force Academy? Maybe JL or Glen can enlighten us) got hit with:

The RCMP made shocking allegations this week when they accused four men, including Canadian Armed Forces members, of amassing a trove of weapons and explosives as part of a scheme to take over land near Quebec’s capital.

Police called the plot an act of “ideologically motivated violent extremism.”

National security experts say it’s likely the first time that active members of the Canadian military have been charged with terrorism-related offences. The case is also unique due to the sheer scale of weapons and gear seized, and allegations some of the equipment was taken from the military.

The article is HERE
Essentially the reason it caught my eye is that it’s odd AF in my line of thinking. Now the article has pretty good coverage of the ins and outs of it, but there’s a few exceptionally weird aspects to it.

Like the claim “…a scheme to take over land near Quebec’s capital.” And do exactly what with it? 4 Dudes ‘taking over land near the capital’? What the fuck over? And do what? I mean seriously!?! That right there is some delusional weirdness. The whole thing in my eyes glows like Hell…

Like that ‘supposed’ Oklahoma “Veterans on Patrol” militia that’s supposedly ‘targeting weather radars in Oklahoma’ because OF COURSE weather radars control the weather…

Seems that Michael Lewis Arthur Meyer (hmmmn that last name…) who’s the Leader of said-militia is a full on whackadoo. Crazy AF. Glows like all get out. The story is HERE and the word is the nutjob who claims to be a Christian Nationalist (despite that last name) got given the handle “Screwy Louie” when he showed up, uninvited at the Bundy Ranch standoff back in 2018.

I mean it appears that there’s a couple of things going on… worldwide it would seem. Actually a LOT of things… One is that ALL of the DotGovs out there know –something– is coming.

There are so many crackdowns happening across so many places, it’s impossible to keep track. Germany has gone so hard and far Left, it’s done a full on 360 into Fascism. I mean when the Polizei spend more time chasing down and arresting 68 year old ladies for ‘liking’ something critical of a German Minister on Facebook, and fining her $2800 Euros instead of chasing down the Afghani Rape gangs plaguing like everywhere? Yeeeah thats a problem.

My haircutting girl at Supercuts is German-German… married and divorced a GI years ago… she said in Ansbach (where she’s from) the locals are terrified of going out at night… the town after dark is locked up tighter than a drum because of the ravening hordes of Hajjis…. and the fuzz do fuck-all about it. Her mother is/was pushing for her to come home, but she’s all like “Scheiß auf diesen Lärm” which loosely translated is “Fuck that noise!” Very telling there Aye?

And then, the bullshit spinning out of Great Britain and the massive recruitment drive among the migrant population (which has been going on since 2018) is supposedly because of the Great Big Russian Invasion That’s Coming We Promise! Pinkie Swear!!!”

In reality, it’s that the Brit honchos know that the general population is thiiiis close to snapping and going full on French Revolution… I mean they’re really not talking about Ireland AT ALL and the shenanigans that the Irish are up to… you barely hear anything. What I’m sure of is eventually, the IRA and Sinn Féin and all of the heads of those groups are going to lose control of their people…

I mean my own thoughts are that the reason the Armalites and stashed weapons have not ‘come out to play’ yet is that the Brits have more than likely paid off the various heads of the Irish Resistance to keep the lid on them… meaning “their people” in the “Movement”…. that’ll only work for so long however, and if they choose poorly, they’ll end up doing a “Danny Deever” at the hands of those they used to command… (see the poem by Kipling if you don’t get the reference on Deever)

ALL the DotGovs have lost the plot.
They’re ALL nervous right now…
They know that they’ve lost legitimacy.

Just like in Canoeheadland.
And here in the Untied Staatz.
There’s a whooole lot of ‘badness’ coming.
Hard times across ALL boards.

The whole ‘Epstein Didn’t Exist’ shtick?

I mean for all intents and purposes the guy may as well have not amiright? I mean the question then is where is Ghislaine Maxwell at and just who did she traffic those humans to?

Notice there’s been zero coverage of that broad… Used to see a LOT of profiles and articles in the Daily Mail of her behind bars, talking about how shitty she had it… but over the past year or so??? Notsomucho anymore. Any bets she’s sunning herself on the Red Sea with a new face next to whatever he’s calling himself now with HIS new face, after they evacc’d him out of that cell, and replaced him with a dead duplicate?

So much for any and all credibility that OrangeManBad had.
Controlled Opposition INDEED
Congratulations, you played yourself…

Lots of comments talking about how OMB is blackmailing the blackmailed who’ve been blackmailed by (probably) Israel… Seriously, IDGAF if he’s using the info/tapes or whatever to ‘push his agenda’… we’re talking about fucking child rapists.

FUCK YOUR AGENDA you fucking Orange Haired ASSHOLE!
Release the fucking files or kill. them. all.
Better yet, do BOTH
Fuck this supposed 4/5D Chess bullshit…

I mean it’s pretty obvious that Epstein was a Mossad agent of some form… I mean Ghislaine Maxwell’s father was a full on Mossad man… Until they killed him…

Supposedly

I say ‘supposedly’ because at this point?
I don’t believe anything anymore.
Not saying I don’t believe in ‘things’ per se…

Just it seems that almost everything we’ve ever been taught is a fucking lie. History is being re-written and erased in so many instances. The latest ‘thing’ on TikTok (Gah I hate that app I swear I do…) is that a certain people from a certain ethnic and geographic location are getting severely bent out of shape over the fact that people are translating 1940s Moustache Man Bad’s speeches and writings into English…

As the majority of them (the speeches) talk about the fact that the ethnic Germans were being replaced and edged out financially, and their culture being systematically dismantled via ‘questionable outside influences’ and that Usury and the Banking Cartels were robbing Germany of its rightful place in the world at large… That the majority were being held in thrall to a minority group that didn’t care one whit about Germany as a whole, and was flooding the country with degeneracy and porn…

Sound familiar?
LOTS of claims of doing such things are “Anti-Semitic”

Just as questioning the validity in NOT throwing pedophiles into woodchippers along with convicted rapists…

Truly… what an odd thing to say…

Go figure.

So yepper…
I’m going to have to say, things are getting a mite MOAR squirrelly-er out there. That the Urban Hip-Hop Yoofs were in my local packy? That’s a disturbance in the Force that I didn’t quite expect. This area used to be a seriously whyttebread Area of Operations. Methinks it might be time to unass this particular A.O…. I literally have nothing keeping me here anymore.

Which will be much to the consternation of my Feds who’ve been observing me for about two plus years now… and when I get to -wherever- I’m going, whomever they send to keep an eye on me, well, they’ll stick out like a wart on a pecker…

Not that’ll bother me much.

So More Later
Stay Alert, Stay Alive
BCE

Greetings and Salutations!
Yep.
That’s the ‘real deal Sarah‘ in the comments… with an H (sorry ’bout that kiddo…) She’s laughing at all the comments and reactions, and has been DMing me making sure her ole Battle Bro is OK… she’s kind of cool like that.

That’s a recent shot of her…

She’s worried about me as well… she knows me and that things have sucked as of late.

So yep. You can’t pick your family, but you sure as fuck can pick your frens, and sometimes, your frens are your family… Jes’ Sayin’.

She likes to climb… what can I say…

The thing that sticks in my mind is a former Squad Leader of mine who was crazy about rock climbing said “Ain’t no fat chicks climbing no rocks nor mountains!”

Unreal.
Too damned bad she’s got a good dood…
Anyhoo….
So tonight’s topic is a bit off the latest subject(s).

Namely the seriously under-reported attack on the ICE Facility in Texas back on July 4th. 10 folks pretty much did an ambush attack on the personnel at the Prairieland Detention Center in Alvarado Texas.

Seems that one cop took a hit to the neck. The attack? Well thankfully it appears to have been attempted by Antifa goons, and thankfully, it went poorly, as anyone that was genuinely and properly trained would have killed a LOT of law enforcement.

It seems that around 10:37PM 10-12 individuals dressed in black shot some of those BIG industrial sized fireworks at the front doors of the facility. Two unarmed Correctional Officers approached the perps in question. Within 2 minutes, Alvarado PD showed up at 10:59/11:00PM.

At 10:59PM, at least 2x shooters begin to engage police officers from about 100-150m, expending between 20-30 rounds of 5.56 ammunition from AR platforms. Reports state that one of the individual’s rifles jammed, and caused the the two shooting suspects flee to the west. One cop is shot through the neck, suffering a (at this time) non-fatal wound.

2 AR Platforms are found in the edge of the woodline that the two perps fled into. Shortly after being reinforced, police apprehend seven perps in a field west of the shooting positions.

Upwards of 12 combat vests (Level 3) have been found, along with a plethora of radios, cell phones and intel.

Now surprisingly, they’ve only been charged with attempted murder of a Fed… which to me? A bit light considering. The majority of them I’m willing to bet are first time offenders, so they’ll get some hi-paid mouthpiece who’ll try and get a “Let ’em loose Bruce” judge…

Personally? I’d say that what they’re doing is ACTUAL Insurrection Territory and charge them with the fucking maximum which the sentence can be death by firing squad.

I mean they went after the J-6er’s like THEY were “insurrectionists” and used that exact terminology. I’d wager that full-on turnabout is A) fair play and B) put a few of these retards against the wall, shoot them, and a gar-ron-damned-tee that’d be the end of the wannabees.

Which of course would only leave the ‘hardcores’ and those? Well… considering just how fucked up from the neck up these amateur hour assholes were? I mean FFS Haji and Afghani teens would have racked a better body count. One lousy WIA???

Who the fuck were these fucking clowns anyways?

I suppose we should be thankful that they exposed themselves as such… seeing that even the retard level Antifa ‘street thugs’ are now willing to go after the Federales, it means people like us? The “Men who want to be left alone”?

They’ll have no issue coming after US if they so desire.

There’s reasons I keep a hot loaded weapon in my hand when I answer the door. In fact the local Gendarmes know it, and have it noted to knock POLITELY and announce themselves, lest I decide it’s time to rock out with my rooster out.

Funny that… the night they showed up here? Seems word is out about the “Museum of Mayhem” and I’ve gained some fans at the Sherriff’s office.

The Animal Control guy who came about Stella is a fan.

Someone apparently the Vet called in the report. Felony Level Animal Abuse… so I have that as a ’round in my chamber’ for whatever happens here on out… Best part was Detective AC (for Animal Control) was HIGHLY into the whole museum concept and was a former 82nd “All American” field artillery gun bunny… former 1-321 FAR and he got out of active duty back in 2012 after serving with them…

Cool dude for a cannon-cocker.

Thankfully the ONE HUUUUUGE thing that came out as a net-positive from all of my recent Law Enforcement encounters is that they NOW all have a pretty good ‘feel’ for things, and ALL of them are sympathetic, and almost ALL of them have her pegged as ‘the boy who cried wolf’ one too many a time, thank the Good Lord. They also closely inspected ALL of my bang-bangs and found NOTHING illegal despite her statements…

Some of them? They wanted to know (a few of them) if I could do some work for them in a non-official capacity some of them have their grand-dad’s rifle/shotty that needs some TLC and restoration, so I may have gotten some gigs out of all of this… the Enfields helped with that significantly. A few even wrote down this site as they wanted to see what I write on the reg, so any of y’all Hillsborough Sheriffs Deputies visiting, welcome welcome!

Mysterious is the way of The Lord, AMEN!

So yeah…
So much winning!
No wonder I’m in a better place mentally.
Still keep your head on a swivel, and watch your six
So more later
BCE

Greetings and Salutations!
Well now… what a craptastic month.
I just realized that July must be a “Bad Moon Rising” for me… it was July 2016 that Marriage Number One detonated. As well now this.

I think that for the future July is going to be me digging into a remote bunker somewhere, deeeeep in the “Hide” so to speak, and not under any circumstances come out until said-month is over.

So, first off, a note to one reader, Pres. Elect Woodman: Your gracious donation did NOT go thru… not sure if it was returned or hijacked, DM me to let me know ok? The DM BTW is bce187th at protonmail, and THAT at least is locked-th-e-fuck down FOR SURE.

Then, MREs… anyone who hasn’t gotten ’em, they’re on the ‘last gasp’ at $76.94 w/ free shipping:

Link HERE or the Pic
(If the pic link works, let me know… I tried something new)

And I’m getting in shape… namely ‘cos I don’t have a choice. She who will not be Named took the car… and I’ve got the choice of walking everywhere OR utilizing my Bike. Sapper’s truck is still out of action three weeks later, so needs-must. So for grocery runs, I’ve been biking quite a bit. I have to do a write up on it… I have it rigged to carry ‘stuff’ in the event of a no-shit EMP or whatever disaster that IF I got to bail-bail, I have at least good old pedal-power. That and getting off my ass has been a good thing.

Now then, in order to keep y’all a wee bit entertained, I’m retelling an oldie but a goodie. I’m not sure if I poasted this before or not? But hey, it’s STILL funny….

Be Me.
23 year old 11H SP4 Mafia Member, newly assigned to the 101st.

Show up at the Repo-Depot at Campbell. In the early 90’s the barracks were –old– WW2/Korean style wooden barracks. BIG open bays like “Full Metal Jacket” old. Got me the option via the usual ‘graft and corruption’ of paying off the right people (two cases of good beer to the person in question) so I could stay at an off-base hotel. That and being promotable, and having been around a while, I wasn’t a ‘risk’ as the NCOIC stated to me… Just as long as I made formations and appointments (I had my own POV, car to you civvies) so it wasn’t going to be an issue. Had no issue paying for the privacy and comfort. Met Sara, a PFC who was –still- at replacement due to a SA Issue (almost 2 months at that point.) Never did find out if it was legit, (probably was as it wasn’t the last time some fuckstick fucked w/her unfortunately, hawt-Army-chick problems as you can imagine…) that being said, back then? I was doing my “White Knight” thing and she and I got to be very close.

Like FWB close.

She loved spending the night(s) away from the 1940s style Barracks (who wouldn’t… what with those ancient assed fucking wood structures with shitty AC from back then, never mind the usual bullshit of CQ/Fireguard and whatnot). I used my Master SP4 Mafia Dark Jedi Skills to get her the ability to leave w/me (moar beer) as her ‘escort’ as the Repo-Depot First Shirt called me…

Personally, I think he was utterly terrified of her as it was the Repo-Depot Supply Sgt. who supposedly did the SA, and Top knew HIS balls were probably on the block if proven to be true… anyways… Many a great night in the hotel… sorry, I digress…

About a week and a half after -I- got there to the RD, I got orders to 3RD BDE, the 187th (insert obligatory RAKKASAN!!!! here… for those of you who know will get it.) Anywho.

I ended up in Delta Company (11H TOWs/.50s/MK-19s… ahh the Days of Wine and Roses… How I do miss it.) Delta at the time along with the rest of the BDE had gone to JRTC. Everyone left was on Rear-D.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Commence the suckfest.
Yep… doing ALL the shit the entire company would have normally done, except with about a platoon and a half of the lame/lazy/short timers. Motor Pool detail being prevalent. One major bonus however of being in the “rear with the gear” was no-one knew which Platoon I was going to be assigned to, and ergo, which room/room dawg I’d be assigned to. The Rear D NCOIC made the choice to ‘temporarily’ assign me a senior NCO room in the Barracks. E-6 level room… I (temporarily) had a PRIVATE SHOWER man!!!! (Sara LOVED that). I was told I’d be reassigned depending on what Platoon I was in when the rest of the Company got back. (Go Third Herd!!!)

Mind you I was still meeting up with PFC Sara on the regular. She’d finally gotten assigned to her unit (801st Main Support Batt) So, to get to the point, one fine Tuesday afternoon, I went and picked her up from “work” and she’d wrangled a 90 minute lunch break. Me being one of 3 E-4Ps on Rear D for the Company, I was pretty much free to fuck off most of the day. My immediate Supervisor was a Staff Sgt named Mitch, who’s wife was MAD Preggers and about to pop, so he got a ‘buy’ on JRTC… really nice guy…

So I go get my extremely female PFC and bring her back to my (for the times) Luxurious NCO Boudoir. We both were very into the whole physical aspect of the friendship… so at this point, I asked if we could do a ‘nooner’? She was down with it, however, I wanted to satisfy a minor kink. I wanted her to keep the majority of her uniform on…

What can I say? A chick in uniform, especially a ‘fast mover’ like her? O.M.F.G yes please.

Now, one thing about this Barracks Room. The door lock had two parts. The normal ‘lock’ it with the key’ lock (door knob) and a deadbolt. The deadbolt however, was a really weird older model, that instead of locking to the right, it locked to the left. (reversed from the normal, meaning the lever goes right to lock it, left to unlock…) So, in this case, the lock-lock on the door knob was broken (“we have a work order in for it”… typical AF for back then) and the deadbolt? Well PFC Sara, unbeknownst to me (but now knownst to you AND me) and without understanding it, unlocked the deadbolt. I found out AFTER the approaching clusterfuck that she’d -thought- she’d LOCKED it, when in fact, she unlocked it. That or she had her own unsatified voyuer-kink

Here I am, in all my glory… HAWT HAWT HAWT PFC Sara getting freeky-deeky with moi on the bunk. Life at that moment is OH SO Fucking good… I got her ‘over’ so to speak, her BDU jacket open, t-shirt up, dog tags hanging and clinking, and pants/panties around her ankles… a DotMil fantasy come true… when ‘all of a sudden’

**Sonofabitch!!!**
There’s a knock at the door… I paused mid-thrust.
Me: “Who the fuck is there!?!”

The (now unlocked door) opens, and SSGT Mitch walks in without even waiting and starts off with
“Hey BigCountryExpat, hate to interrupt your lunch but I need you to go down to……”
< tapers off, looking at me with growing horror on his face >
Me: “Oh SHIT Duuuude What the fuck!!!! Gimme a second!!!!”

SSGT Mitch: < races back out the door, positively gabbling, apologizing profusely, slams door HARD > Yells thru the Closed Door “Come down to the Motor Pool when your done!” < queue receding running footsteps down the hall >

PFC Sara: “giggles”

Me: <dawning realization > “OH FUCK!!! Get fucking dressed Right Fucking Now… get your shit together, we got to get to the Motor Pool RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW!!!“

PFC Sara: < pouty > “Why? What’s the big deal? You haven’t finished yet!” < coyly sideway look >

Me: “Trust me, Infantry gossip like NOBODIES Biddness!!! He doesn’t realize you’re chick!!!! He thinks I was bangin’ a dude in the ass!!!!“

PFC Sara: (dawning realization on face) Positively EXPLODES: < Queue Paroxysms of HILARIOUS LAUGHTER!!!! >

Me: (Dressing furiously) “Seriously… he couldn’t tell… you’re wearing your hat, your hair (she had GREAT long brown locks BTW) is under the hat, and he couldn’t see your tits ‘cos your ass was in the air while I was doggin’ you!!!! This’s critical!!! I’m the “new guy who’s gonna be called a fag” if you don’t move out!”

Granted, PFC Sara was a -bit- put out… “I’m going to be sooooo embarrassed!!! They’re going to think I’m a slut!!!” I was like “IDGAF about that, this’s deadly important in the Infantry!!!”

B/C she was cool as all get the fuck out, she went with me.

(otherwise I probably would have knocked her out and dragged her with me at that point). Sure as Christ made lil Apples, we get to the motor pool, and ALL of the Rear D are gathered around SSGT Mitch… who’s waving his hands around OBVIOUSLY spinning the tale of ‘walking in on the new guy who’s queer!!!’ They (the gathered troops) see me AND PFC Sara (who TBH at a distance, in the old lettuce suit BDU (woodland, not flattering at all) walking in. I reached out and took her hand, and walked up.

The sigh of relief from everyone was probably audible in Arkansas.

Outside of PFC Sara turning about nineteen different shades of red, it all ended well, and honestly, I got MAD cool points for getting a ‘nooner’ during lunch. Sara and I are still hardcore frens, and I always thought of her as one who might have gotten away… Of course she’d kill me if she reads this, but fuck it, it is funny!!!

So yep.
I talked w/PFC Sara last night and told her the fucked up news. Unfortunately for me, she’s w/a decent dude. Dammit.

My luck holds again amiright?
So hope you enjoyed!
More Later
BCE

Greetings and Salutations!
The title is taken from the Brit POV of course.
It’s been a good day.

Concerned American from WRSA was in town for biddness, so he came to the Casa (which was cool AF) and I got to show off the ‘Museum of Mayhem’… he was of course loving it.

Sapper, myself and CA then went out to IHOP where I actually managed to choke down about 3/4 of a Ham and Cheese omelet.

ONE aspect of this sort of trauma is that in the FIRST die-vorce I lost 27 pounds. This one I figure it’s going to be MORE. I have zero appetite, and per y’all as well as everyone else’s advice, I’m not boozing.

I mean a couple or 4 of some Miller Lite but hey
It is the 4th amiright?

https://coldfury.com/WRSA/WRSA-WP

It won’t embed… sorry about that…
A truly classic Trek Scene…

So yeah…
ALL my other poasts:
Per my lawyer(s) I closed out and archived everything.
At some point they’ll be back up… however, for now?

Never hand the enemy ammunition.

So I hope ALL of you degenerate and deplorable folks have a GREAT 4th. Sapper and I are doing Burgers, Beer and Brats, and then a movie… probably with Jason Statham as I like watching him kick the shit out of people. The “Beekeeper” movie was one of his best, and supposedly “The Working Man” is rtight up there, so it’ll be good.

Otherwise, Head on a Swivel, Watch Your Six
More Later
BCE

Per Advice of Counsel, This Post Is Archived

Greetings and Salutations
Got a Tropical Depression circling overhead.

LOTS of rain.

Matches my mood.

Me and The Hair Diva have ‘parted ways’ citing ‘irreconcilable differences’. Truth be told, I just……… well……….. I got to do what’s right for me.

There’ve been a lot of things that’ve gone on, and I’m not going into them. Thankfully I’m hoping we can be civil about this, and we’ll leave it at that. After all, no kids thankfully, even tho it hurts.

Sooooo yeah…

My only bitch is she took the car that -I- have been paying on as her Dad was the one with the credit (mine and hers was absolute shytte at the time of purchase) so it’s in his name, so she’s claiming that, leaving me wheel-less. She also wants me to keep paying for it, but we’ll see… fucking thing was/is ALMOST fully paid off dammit…

I already have a Lawyer.

So enough on that.

I will say I -do- feel a bit of relief.
TOO MUCH DRAMA.
I don’t even care that she’s putting the spin out there that I was some sort of abusive alcoholic asshole… Chicks will be chicks.

Whatever lets her sleep at night.
I don’t mind, ‘cos she don’t matter anymore.

Now?
I’m IRL able to travel/relocate and do whatever the fuck I want.

I even got offers on the house.

Costa Rica anyone?
Might be time to ‘Expat’ again.
With Bells On.
I mean it is my handle amiright?

Sorry about that… this’s as Yon calls it, “a mind-dump sans edit”… to continue, I do have to make an observation about this week/weekend/holiday however…

The 4th here in Florida is USUALLY a full-on fireworks fun-festivus of fuckery for about a week BEFORE the ACTUAL 4th of July, all the way up to, and then about two-three days AFTER, as everyone expends all their ‘stuff’ they didn’t shoot off before or ON the 4th itself.

Mind you, this’s rain OR shine.
So the rain this year is NOT a factor that I know of.

There also is USUALLY is a PLETHORA of ‘fireworks selling tents’ ALLLLLL over the county.

This year?
Not so fuckin’ mucho Kemosabe.

And as far as fireworks?
What fireworks!?!

It’s as quiet as a Trappist Monastery out there.

Not. A. Single. Ka-Boomy-Boom.
Nada.
El-Zilcho.
Nichts.
Zip.

I have me a very stronk feeling that this is economically related.
People are having issues putting food on the table.
I’m pretty damned sure that NO ONE has the financial wherewithal to be spending their hard-earned dinero on ‘stuff that goes BOOM’ for shits n’ grins…

Which to me is a BIG warning sign.
‘Cos normally?
By now it’d sound like Normandy Beach out there
And it’s not.

Let me know in the comments if you’re seeing the same thing(s) in y’all’s neck of the woodline.

More Later
Big Country