Big Country Expat

Greetings and Salutations!
Needed a serious break for the past few…
Between managing the InLaws, their Air Conditioning issues (still ongoing) the House cleanup (still ongoing) and money issues (who’s getting paid and how much? type of things)… I haven’t been able to ‘manage the bandwidth’ mentally like I usually do.

That and due to the potential upcoming sporkiness, I haven’t had a drink since the Hurricane(s). Booze is the last thing I need right now but fortunately/unfortunately, it’s the ‘synaptic lubricant’ that helps get the writers block get pushed out.

I’m only able to hammer this out as there’s a bit of quiet time this A.M.

Call it The Quiet Before The Storm Aye?

Not sure where we’re headed, but no matter what, we’re in some s-l-o-o-o-o-w ride downhill… the whole quote from Ernest Hemingway’s 1926 novel ‘The Sun Also Rises’….that’s the one where a character named Mike responds to a question about how he went bankrupt with the line, “Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly…”

OUR “suddenly” is purely going to suck no matter what

My rationale is that “Heritage ‘Muricans” as /ourguys/ like to call ourselves? The majority of ‘normie tier’ folks are utterly incapable of doing anything that used to be taken for granted just 50 years ago.

Damned near no one out there knows how to change a tire, never mind maintain a vehicle under austere circumstances. Most think the meat they eat comes from a supermarket and have never participated in the nasty-assed ‘harvesting’ of an animal of any size.

Hell, the biggest animal I ever “worked on” was at a ‘Pig Pickin’ back at Fort Campbell with my rodeo buddies… I used to hang out with a bunch of the clowns (literally!) at the Red Roper which was a really good Country and Western bar back in Clarksville oh so long ago… damned near puked when we gutted that fucker… a hog has a lotta guts let me tell ya… and the stink? Hooo-WEEEE!

You think anyone even knows what goes into doing that ‘stuff’? Never mind the practical application? Or even when to safely harvest certain game? Any asshole can go out in the woodline with a rifle and start shooting

But in the long run, this way lies ruin.

IF and only IF we run into a Mad Max societal breakdown that somehow does NOT have a mass casualty event to begin with there sure as hell will be one within what I figure will be about 2-3 months after.

My rationale for it is that initially people are going to be the ‘typical American’… for the most part, we band together to help each other out in a crisis… see Western North Carolina as a shining example…

However…

In a full on economic collapse (which IMO is where we’re headed) and there’s no more money period fucking dot which means no more goods… i.e. gas/food/the “usual stuff”/jobs that all too many people here in the States have had, and take for granted, to the point that most fucking people think it’s a God Damned Right and not a Privilege to have all this “stuff” at the literal drop of a hat.

I see it ALLLLLLL the time at the Glorious People’s Tractor Factory. Clients get highly pissed off when I try mind you try to tell them that the process for them to receive a lot of their ‘widgets’ takes 10 to 15 business days to process, and even then that’s an optimal outcome. Mind you I then have to translate ‘business days’ into “that means usually a month plus or minus…”

They tend to get bent out so badly I’ve taken to calling it “The Amazon Effect” or “The Prime Problem”. The Bezosbot, because he did revolutionize getting ‘stuff’ from Point ‘A’ to Point ‘B’ in damned near record time (24-48 hours sometimes depending on location and type of ‘stuff’) he created something of a monster. People have unfortunately become spoiled fucking rotten with this, and now expect EVERYTHING no matter how small or petty to be handled right here and right fucking now, OR ELSE!

Which then leads us to what I was speaking of… it’s pretty much that initially everyone is going to try to help each other out.

That being with the exception of the “Blue Hives” i.e. Large Urban Cities, which will go full on CHUD within 2 weeks is my guess. CHUD being from that 1984 movie so named, which stands for Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers… underground human based mutants that eat other humans…

However, during this time period, we’ll see a new version of “The Golden Horde” also known as “The Free Shit Army” also known as “Muh Gibsmedat!” going mobile and headed out up major interstates, literally like a colossal horde of locusts, eating everything if not everyone who stands in their way.

Which also means that the woodline?
Once people start running out of ‘canned stuff’?
It’ll be stripped bare within the aforementioned 2-3 months.

Mind you I’m not worried about Bambi and the Gang. Critters have been pretty good about learning how to avoid folks… that being said, we will see a drastic drop in available wildlife for quite a spell, followed on by quite an even MORE drastic dropoff in Hoomon Beans.

In fact a year or two after, when the smoke clears, I’m figuring that there will be a huge swath of deforestation in certain areas that get below freezing on the regular from wood being cut for firewood (nevermind it takes up to a year for wood to really be useful as firewood, but like I said, people don’t know these things), as well as the subsequent finding of massive amounts of skeletons in makeshift ‘survivalist camps’ and ‘stuff’ from idiots who think ‘heading to the hills’ will be their salvation.

Heading into the woodline with ZERO skills is just begging for a slow drawn out death via disease, starvation and/or vitamin deficiency. Sure you might have been a Eagle Scout… you may even have some basic knowledge. It all comes down to so many things, that I truly don’t believe that many have what it takes (including myself) to survive a full on Max Max World.

Add on that the immediate aftermath here in the US of ALL the psychotropic drugs being cut off within 30-90 days of said-disaster?

Oh Holy Hells No.
People right now are almost completely out of control. Urban Yoofs chimping out all over the place is bad enough… now just imagine adding in alllllll of them AWFLs (Affluent White Female Liberals aka Auntie Box-Wine/Cat Ladies) who start running out of their head-meds and box wine?

Can you say “Chaos on an Utterly EPIC Scale”?

I maintain that we need to keep our eyes open, ears to the ground. There’ll be plenty of ‘signs and portents’ of things to come. A couple that I prognosticate are certain elements of the DotGov ‘going on extended absences’ or taking junkets to places like New Zealand and the like…

The DotMil upping security for ‘no good reason’ as is the case currently at Fort Drum in New York. Per Reddit:

…which a few comments followed:

…and this:

So, from here on out, the “New Norm” is locking DotMil bases down tighter that a ticks ass? The only time(s) I can remember things being -that- locked down was during legit ‘enemy’ (i.e. overseas actor) threats.

Now a couple of comments claim it’s because there’s a ‘new Sherriff in town’ i.e. a new MP Unit on base and they’re ‘flexing’… but to me? It doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense. The actions being taken are at a whole different level in that they seem to be targeting people going ON TO the base (i.e. making sure the guy driving on is ACTUALLY the guy driving on) and ‘stuff’ being supposedly sent/mailed onto the base… which is weird…

To my mind, and my analysis is pretty good usually, it sounds like they’re worried about ‘internal bad actors’ maybe? Infiltrators possibly? Lord knows we’ve had enough nutbars try at ‘take the gate’ with truck and other types of assaults at various DotMil facilities lately. However, that being said, the fact that they seem to be doing a LOT of internal sweeps and overwatch makes me wonder just how nervous the brass is about internal threats?

This is a data point either way.
Then, Hollywierd.
Isn’t in interesting that damned near ALL the celebutards/adult pretenders who came out and started huffing and puffing and endorsing Cackles The Drunken Clown were either ALL part of the Epstein Air Logs on the “Lolita Express” and/or part of and present for Sean “Dead Man Walking” Combs aka Diddy’s “freakoff” parties? Seems the ‘dual threat’ ones, meaning on BOTH the Lolita Express logs AND the “freakoff” party list(s) were some of the earliest endorsers of Cackles.

I report, you decide.
I mean our boy from Bawston, Ben Affleck bailed from J-Lo just before Diddy got busted. I mean according to sources, our lil Jennie-Poo was a major procurer for the Diddster. It’s so bad that she literally up and ran out during an autograph session/paparazzi lovefest promoting her latest flop….er…. film… Link HERE I of course can’t find the pic now, but when sumdood yelled out the question: ““J. Lo, do you have any comments about P. Diddy and the allegations?” the picture that got snapped was awesome.

It combined terror/horror and shock all at once.

No wonder she ran like Hell
It’s ‘cos she’s guilty as Hell.

Keep an eye on ‘other wired-in folks’ there.
If they start –suddenly– pulling up and bailing, there’s another sign. In fact if you read the dailies like I do, you can actuially see that a LOT of the saner /ourguy/ actors and actresses in the past year or so have ‘quit the biz’ and bailed to the country, as they know that Hollyweird will burn when the shytte hits the atmospheric oscillation device.

It came really close during the whole L.A. Riots aka the Reginald Denny Assault. Fuck Rodney King…. that chimp got what he deserved IMO. Hollyweird was that close to being razed tot he ground. In fact, my thought is it might have been a good thing if it had, mainly because the best way to convert someone from being a liberal is to have them get raped/robbed/beaten by a minority that they’re oh so fond of championing normally. The NIMBY factor is why the majority of these ‘tards keep doing the stupid social justice virtue-signaling that they do…

They almost never have to come face-to-face with those who they force onto others.

So when you see them heading for safety zones, you know the time is close(er).

So that’s what I got.
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Head on a Swivel
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Sorry (again) for being AWOL. It started last Monday, what with another issue w/Gretchen’s parents. We’ve now had to spend an enormous amount of time this week dealing with the issues.

One of which was getting the social worker(s) to get moar involved… so far it’s been sort of haphazard. So many things… Complaints about the free food deliveries from meals on wheels, of which I have not tried yet, but I’m going to, as -something- is off. I have my suspicions that Mom doeasn’t want anyone potentially assisting as it’s one of the small power plays she can make with Dad… and that in itself is the issue. She refuses to do the right thing, and keeps fucking up.

I’m not even going to go into the scam(s) but we’ve essentially found out b/c Mom almost fell for one of those telephonic scams the “…go get $600.00 in debit cards and say nothing to anyone!” seems they’re now on a list…

And since Mom’s oars don’t go alll the way in the water, whelp, again we had another close call.

And she utterly refuses to do anything to allow us to protect her. The social workers say that as of now they aren still legally ‘compos-mentis’ so we have to let them, specifically Mom, fuck up and ‘build book’ so as to make sure we have a solid case when it comes time to pack ’em off involuntarily…

So how’s your week been?

4? 5? days until something stupid happens it seems.
The sense of dread is palpable.
Tensions are high.

This past Sunday ‘Kentavious Gholston’ age 26 did the road-rage thing and murdered a 61 year old whyttedood. Seems Steven Powers, 61 honked at the aforementioned Australopithecine which caused him to chimp out.

This happened not even a mile and a half from the house.

Halloween here at the Casa was subdued. We did the candy thing, and had all of 12 kids… The Gran(s) both had a great time as well, and we got pics from the BabyDad… wish we could have been there but meh…

Now I have to work over the weekend to make up the lost hours from the idiocy of the In-Laws.

It is, what it is.
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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations
NGL…Kind of emotionally wrung out around here. Reason being is Gretchen has been in full-on meltdown mode today. And the reason for that is today was Adriana’s Birthday and Birthday Party.

The BabyDad did a video chat with us, and she knows and remembers us, but it still ripped the heart out of Gretchen for us not to be there…

I’ve been trying to be a supportive hubz in this case but I’m not very good at that sort of emotional stuff… too much damage over the years

Harsh but true.
I compartmentalize everything that’s emotionally upsetting.

ESPECIALLY when it comes to my absolute failure to make sure Addy stayed with us… That was all my fault. Between my blowing my top at the wrong place and time occasionally, to not doing ‘what needed to be done’ (i.e. “taking out the trash” as I saw it then)… I feel like I failed in some major ways. I could have done better.

That being said… BabyDad has been doing exceptionally well.

I’ve told him as much. The kid didn’t have a ‘proper father figure’ which is a major reason he was screwed up IMO. Being raised by your Grands IF they’re really really old when you’re a wee bitty ‘un… well… it’s sort of like my Uncle who last I heard was on Wife #3, and had a kid when he was 52? 53? Something like that… DeadDad gave him a bunch of shit about having to teach his newest Daughter how to drive when he was 68 or so?

The few times I tried to teach Spawn #2 basic driving when (s)he was 16 and I was in my early 40s damned near kil’t my ass from heart failure… raising lil ‘uns past 60? Not an easy job.

Either way tho…

She got her ‘first’ real haircut so to speak…
I mean Gretchen when we had her, being a professional hair stylist kept her mop under control, but after BabyDad and his Gran took over, for the longest time is was the basic “bowl cut”.

Shit like that drove Gretchen borderline insane mind you…

She looks great.

The video chat was good too.
She remembered us, but is still confused that I don’t wear glasses anymore. She always asks me where my glasses are… (side note: since I got the cataracts removed, I no longer require glasses except for super up close reading, and even then a cheap pair of Walmart Readers are fine) She’s getting tall too.

We of course sent gifts that were well received…

However… Gretchen melted down for the rest of the day… which has made shit here hard, especially since I’m no good with emotional ‘stuff’. I do my best, but I keep feeling like I stepped in it constantly… like I’m running blindfolded through a cow pasture and keep hitting piles of shit. It’s a no-win either way.

That and last night was a major bummer.

Gretchen’s birthday was back in June. That being said, before it, in May, Elle King announced a new tour and lo and behold! She was going to be in Tampa at a very small venue, The Ritz in Ybor. We saw The Hu, a Mongolian Metal Band there back right before the COVID Lockdown in 2020. If you are unfamiliar with The Hu (pronounced ‘Who’) try this one for size:

Mongolian throat singing with metal and traditional Mongolian musical instruments… and another side note: The two string ‘guitar’ is a morin khuur which is the national instrument of Mongolia and is known as the “horse-headed fiddle”… in a few of their videos, you can plainly see the Swastika imbedded in the neck as it was originally intended to be, but freaks out the left so badly…

These guys are as awesome as you can imagine live as well. Funniest thing: NONE of them speak and English except the lead singer who’s main phrase was “FUCK YEEEEEAH!!!” which was hysterical…

Anyways, Elle King is like Gretchen’s favorite performer and I went and got tickets… not only that, they were the VIP tix with a ‘meet and greet’ after the show with Elle, and great balcony seats… I had gotten a couple of referral bonuses from People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, so I figured this would be Gretchen’s BIG birfday present.

Problem is she (Elle) had announced back in September she’s pregnant with kid #2. And last night she got so sick before the show they cancelled and took her to the E.R. Can’t blame them as she is preggers… Gretchen of course having gotten all dolled up was exceptionally down about it.

I hope she’s OK but fuck man.
Sometimes I can’t win I swear
What Mummy’s Tomb did I desecrate I keep wondering?

“(((They)))” said that the show would be rescheduled but to my mind? That shit ain’t happening in the next year or so period fucking dot. I mean let’s face it… the broad is (as I found out) six months gone… which means it’ll be a year plus before she can go back on tour, if ever.

And since they ‘postponed’ the show, it means I can’t get a fucking refund. Not until (((they))) cancel it.

Like I said.
I feel like I cannot win.

The only entertaining thing was I got an email with a scanned pic that MomUnit found while cleaning up her computer:

I have no idea who took it.
I do know that was me in Basic Training in early 1990
Reason I know is the guy with his hands on his helmet?
His pantlegs are rolled.

The only time ever that any of us did that in the Army was when we were in Basic Training. That and the metal table behind us, and the dude in the background with the ‘boothead’ haircut. Plus zero rifles in sight either…

No clue why I’m grinning like a fool…
Basic purely sucked.

And lastly, the Starlink?
The mounting kit I bought was insufficient. I have to return it, and I ordered a roof peak mount instead. That of course was damned near double the cost of the other mount… At least I have one thing going for me… which is my luck… which seems to always be slightly fucked up. Not terminally bad but juuuust enough bad as to be exceptionally annoying as fuck.

Gotta say I do at least appreciate the irony and consistency.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations
OK… sorry for the prolonged absence. Been really busy here getting things recovered from the Hurricane… as minor as the damage was, there still was and still is quite a bit of cleanup to do. After working a 8-10 hour day at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory so as to maximize my overtime as Head Commissar has authorized O.T. for me, then having to go out and do Mexican Work, i.e. “Manual Labor” cleaning up the yard and stripping off the destroyed Lanai, by the time I’m done, I’m fucking done.

Plus there’s other aspects I’m doing to insure maximum redundancy here at the Casa. Installing Starlink for one.

Since Elon The Great set the Starlink service to free until the end of the year, ($120 per month normally) Sapper and I both agreed to go ‘havlsies’ on the equipment. This in addition to seeing Elon The Great (no sarcasm) also knocked down the price of the gear as well, (we paid in total, including shipping $396.68, it normally being $600+/-) we figured that it’d behoove us to have a pretty much uninterruptable SatCom Internet hookup.

Nevermind it ALSO means I can finally get rid of the business internet line. And Sapper can get rid of his internet line as well… in total, the $275 (combined that is… $100 for Sapper’s, $175 as mine is a biddness line) saved is well worth the sunk cost, as even when Elon’s ‘free net’ runs out at the end of December, the normal is $120 a month anyway. I mean realistically, it’ll pay for itself in a short period of time… Win-Win IMO.

Add a couple of largish UPCs (Uninterruptable Power Supplies) to the PCs and the Starlink Router/Dish and BOOM!!! A net for all seasons…

Unless (((they))) (Leviathan) literally ‘break it’ (the Intahrwhebez backbone so to speak) intentionally at the server points.

We’ve also been working on the consumables.
Water too has been a big thing. Reloading the potable that we used, and recalculating the used amount so as to make sure we have enough-enough for the next potential shitshow. We normally have on hand 65 gallons of purified 5 gallon jugs worth of agua. 4 Days of no power and a lot of heat and exertion, and we went through more than I expected.

Part in parcel of these things concerning me is like oh so many others, is the upcoming (s)election, as well as the Middle Eastern Theater of each Bad Guy/Good Guy punching each other ad infinitum for the sake of the whole ‘pretend war thing’… Tonights activities in particular positively reeks of theatrical bullshit.

After all, General Smedley Butler said it best: “War is a Racket!”

That and other things…
One being I got word after the fact that my former Boss headed to what I consider ‘safer ground’… this Boss was in charge of me when I was in Iraq, and then shall we say guided me and or closely monitored me as we went to Afghanistan together a few years later? He’s a retired Gunnery Sergeant. I may or may not have mentioned The Gunny in the past… and yeah… Capital letters: “The Gunny”…. either way, he’s MAD Multilingual and used to work strictly as a “Embassy Marine” during his 25…30? years in the Corps… Not sure what else I can say, but let’s just say he recruited me, and is like a big brother to me.

He bailed to Wales about 30 days ago.

Granted his current girlfriend is Welsh… that being said however, if you had to pick ONE Area of Operations that’d be I dunno… to my analysis, it’s off the ‘normal chart’ that I (or anyone else would for that matter) would pick for “Bad Shit Happening” there… in fact, due to recent events, I’d say Wales is damned near an absolutely brilliant choice.

Despite being Oh-So-Close to being ‘theoretically British’ Wales is a wee bit of an oddball.

As you can see, It’s part of England, but not part of England

The reason(s) are multilevel.
Different Culture
Different Landscape (the SAS use the Welsh mountains as a ‘torture test’ to join their Regiment… it’s that fucking hardcore… look up “Brecon Beacons” to know of what I speak)
It’s harsh, cold and wet as fuck environment… Not one that most people willing want to live in if there are other options available…
However:
The biggest difference being they speak Welsh there.
Sounds stupid, but bear with me.

Wales is one of the few places that the injection of the Multicultural Imported Rapefugee Virus hasn’t really been able to ‘take hold’ in. The Main Reason Why?

Well…
Having been there myself, and having seen it, and having it inflicted on me personally? Let me tell you…. DeadDad while we were in ‘tourist mode’ driving our family around damned near (no joke!) suffered a nervous breakdown trying to interpret the road signs in Wales back in the day… The name of a Town there? The longest name of a town in Wales is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which is located on the island of Anglesey in northwest Wales.

It was forever immortalized by “Hanoi Jane” in ‘Barbarella’:

Damn
So yeah…
A couple of articles I read pretty much said that the -few- Apefrican “Immigrants” that got sent there… they didn’t really feel ‘welcomed’…reason being is that in response to this unwarranted and unwelcome importation of sub-90 IQ’d Australopithecines, the locals “went native” and only spoke Welsh to them, and refused to interact with them otherwise.

Stores ‘suddenly’ removed signage in English-English, shopkeepers refused to speak anything but Welsh… and considering that the Ubuntu Motherfuckers barely spoke English” this caused considerable consternation

“Learn the language or get the fuck out” seemed to be the Watchword of the Day… to the point even the “Authorities” couldn’t do much except offer a relocation to Londinistan or one of the other ‘occupied Territories’ which after having to deal with not only an incomprehensible possibly hostile Local Populous, the majority of them were more than happy to bail back to more friendly ground. I mean let’s face it, unless you’re born to it, the Welsh language is a motherfucker to learn, and apparently, there isn’t any Law or Rule (that I know of) that can force anyone to speak English in Wales….

So YAY for the Welsh.

Side Note: Unfortunately, I think it’s too late to implement the same idea in the family homeland of Eire… Gaelic would for certain cause a lot of the Invaders to fuck the fuck off, and keep fucking off if the choice(s) were to be made… I mean I only know a few words, and man, it’s not an easy Language by far.

Biggest Takeaway However: When The Gunny packs his shit and gets the Fuck out of Dodge, it’s time to seriously reevaluate your stocks, positioning and preparedness. He’s got this inherent inbred ‘survivalist’ thing going on… the guy has more lives than a cat… Lebanon in the 80s… Grenada… Iraq…. Afghanistan… just to name a few… When The Gunny heads for ‘high ground’, I sure as fuck pay attention.

So… as it is, I’m keeping my head on a swivel, loading mags, rotating stock and doing a lot of Praying… and that’s a Good Thing/Bad Thing. Me and the Big Jumpmaster have a relationship of sorts… I do my ‘thing’ and try to behave like a ‘Good Monkey’, and stay on the path He commands, and I try not to bug Him unless I think shit is getting waaaaay sideways… a sort of “You Do You” thing where I don’t blame him for anything as it’s His Plan and I’m just along for the ride, but if shit gets too thick I’m not beyond asking for a solid to get me through. His will be done either way, just that I ask that if I have to go, make sure it’s a good death worthy of a Warrior

What more can a Grunt ask for amiright?

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Had a leave of absence on Sunday. TBH I crashed out on Saturday night after eating some Arbys as we (meaning me) didn’t feel up to cooking. I went down hard.

And pretty much (with the exception of a few piss breaks) stayed in bed asleep until 0600 this A.M. I have a hunch it was a cumulative effect of all the stress from the past few weeks that just left me limp as a wrung-out dishrag.

I’ll tell you what though, I feel waaay better now that I got a wee bit caught up on the ZZZs. I notice as I’m getting older, I can keep pace with the “old Me” BUT eventually I have to do a “catch up day” so to speak where I just got into full on ‘hibernation mode’ and just short of high explosives, ain’t nothin’ getting me out of the rack. Sunday was one of -those- days I guess.

Now… since I’ve been out of the loop, I feel a bit better, and the day was exceptionally cool in that I got a care package from Terrapod, a frequent commenter and all around “Good People” sort of guy. He hooked me up with a laptop the last time the main computer went down, which kept this place operational, as well as giving me the ability to ‘go mobile’ and on occasion, he’ll send me some interesting things he finds around his workshop. (Said workshop in my mind is reminiscent of a Mad Scientists junk-room, considering some of the oddities he’s thrown my way)

Now, as I was saying, this package that came in today had something that I’ll classify as exceptionally fucking cool! and that I just have to share.

This item being a Carlisle Bandage Packet

It’s in mint condition

A very nice edition to the “Big Country Museum of War and Mayhem” I think. Now… the other side of the ‘can’:

It’s a ‘sardine’ style can, which has a pull/roll tab on the end:

Now… of course I did a deep dive into these, as I need to know what I have so to speak.

According to the research out there, to include several board discussions on just this item alone, the Carlisle bandage was originally developed in the 1920 at the Carlisle Barracks hence the name. The base at the time was the home of the Medical Department Equipment Laboratory, and the first brass tins were called “First Aid Packet – U.S Army.” The dressing itself had been around since the turn of the 20^th century, and during the first world war was sealed in a brass container to both protect its sterility from gas attacks and treat wounds in the field.

This particular one I -think- is pre-war manufactured as there are a couple of ‘tell tales’. Now when I say ‘pre-war’ I mean this one I’m pretty sure was made in April/May of 1941. My reasoning is that it is made of brass or copper, both metal(s) later becoming strategic metals, and no longer used in the bandage cases. The brass/copper can be seen on the back at the point where it looks like rust, but is actually the paint chipped away.

Also the “With Sulfanilamide” stamp on the back dates it post 1940, but pre-1942 when they changed the container over to a red color can, and got rid of the OD Green one:

Mind you, the info is ALL over the place, and confusing to even me. Either way, t’s a damned cool addition to the Museum. Terrapod thought it might be Korea/Nam vintage, but as soon as I saw it I knew exactly what it was, as I had been researching these already… I could tell it was a early 1940s WW2 Bandage mainly because in late 1943 and onward they totally ditched the metal container, and went with a heavy cardboard and plastic wrapped jobber…

Fortunately for Terrapod, they’re not that $$$ valuable however… roughly 40 million of these things were made. They currently run between $20-30 depending on who’s selling. They were the ‘Israeli Compress’ of it’s time, and used and sent ALL over the planet. On eBay even today you can find entire ten-packs of them in the original cardboard sleeve. I was actually looking to add one eventually to the collection, and thanks to him, I now have one.

Mind you this one is in WAY better shape than the majority out there that I’ve seen, so +1 Points on that fact. Yay Me/ and Terrapod for being so awesome for hooking me up!
A short video comparing then to now:

Pretty cool ‘stuff’ IMO.

Otherwise, we’re just sitting ’round here, kind of taking everything day by day. I no longer pay any attention to the national daily propaganda dump if I can help it. The Ministries of Lies and Propaganda are so completely out of their minds… and the whole thing makes me even more tired than I already am.

I will say this however:
No matter how things break, be it OrangeManBad or the Cumdumpster getting the ‘(s)election’ win, BOTH sides are going to lose their cotton-pickin’ minds. The only major problem is that one of those sides is absolutely delusional regarding the potential for violence and the implementation of said-violence. The “69th Intersectional Provisional People’s Political Militia” is not ready to handle a bunch of pissed off Good Ole Boys from Western North Carolina, I can gar-ron-damned-tee that these days… nevermind some other folks I know about…

A practical lesson awaits, in “Ye Olde Fucketh Aroundeth, Findest Outeth” levels that no one really wants to see happen, but probably will. My question stands is how far is Leviathan willing to go regarding that?

THAT right there is the million dollar question.

I’d say we’re only about two weeks from seeing things go sideways either way. Krainfeld is talking nukes, Head Izzyboi Nutjobyayhoo is doing dumb(er) shit in the Middle East the Iranians are being their usual selves, and the North Koreans have deployed upwards of (if true) 12,000 troops to get ‘trained and blooded’ to the Krain, which has the South Koreans shitting kimchi by the cubic meter. Everyone seems to have a screw coming loose in one form or another.

The Chinese Curse INDEED!
So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations
Busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest here (and yeah, I’m looking at you Mike, you gimpy one legged fucker) For those of you not in the know, Mike over at Cold Fury had some health issues over the past few years due to his propensity for fast wimmenz, fast cars, fast food and bad booze that ended up costing him one of his pegs.

I warned that man that I didn’t like the look of that Columbian Broad, but oh no he was not deterred in the slightest… finding him the next day, sans leg, versus sans kidney/liver/ what have you, I take it as a “Win”

Either way… My Brother From Another Mother knows it’s nuthin’ but love…

So… Long story short:
(I know… amazing for me amiright?)
I threw this up on Gab and Poa.st last night right after I got word:

“Typical. I -just- got orders from the Florida Guard to report ON MONDAY at 0900. (I’m a in-progress member of the SOT) and ‘all of a sudden’ at 23:50 I get an email to be packed and ready to deploy on Monday at 0900, at Camp Blanding, 3 hours from the house.

For a Two Week Deployment.

Sweet Jeebus… even the Regular Army wasn’t this fucked up I swear.

“Orders to Follow”… AYFKM? Great… My employer at The People’s Glorious Tractor Factory are just going to purely love that shytte…

Even worse? They expect me to be AWAY from my home DURING the most contentious (s)election in the history of the Untied Staatz and under State Control? The only bennie I can think of is IF –everything– ‘drops in the pot’ I might have access to belt fed weaponry that I can… say… acquire…? “The Scrounge is STRONK in this one!” as they used to say…

Guess we’ll see what habbens… I’ll try to keep up as we go along…”

So yeah. A Warning Order for Movement ‘popped up’ Last Night.
At motherfucking 11:50p.m.
Are you well and truly shitting me!?!
God-Fucking Dammit…

So
Woke up at 0600 and started burning the phone and emails down all over.

Nothing

No Response.
No Reply.

OK… That works…
Fuck. Them.

Without orders? I know how that particular game gets played out. I spent waaay too many years as a Active Duty Kid, a Reservist, a Contractor and now Guard Guy to fall for that shit… it’s a major part of the reason I’ve actively avoided trying to participate despite an almost physical calling/demand.

No bullshit… it’s like I hear what used to be called “The sound of far-off Musketry” and maaaaan I grab my shit and go go go… Like a well trained coon-hound I suppose at this point… anyways…

I’m not going without orders. The standard line of “We’ll get you your orders later… just show up for the first formation and we’ll sort it all out after the fact!” is OH SO MUCH bullshit. It’s right up there with
“I won’t cum in your mouth” and
“I promise I had a vasectomy” to
“Really? That was the wrong hole!?!”

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.

Sorry gang.
BT-DT-GTTS and man… I don’t need any more t-shirts.

So, until Higher-Higher unfucks itself, well…. they can, as they say: “…sit and spin gang!” I’m not losing my gig at Glorious People’s Tractor Factory as it is (despite shit-pay) a great gig with a LOT of autonomy. I have zero vacation left this year (Thank you to Gretchen’s Parents for that) except for 9 hours, which I dunno… maybe I’ll use it for a Crack Binge?

Yeah I’m salty AF right now.

Sooooooo
To cut it short and because I’m utterly emotionally and mentally wrecked and exhausted I’ll leave it that:

Nope.

No deployment for me

This time. Unfuck yourselves and act like the professionals you claim to be and I’m all in.

Otherwise?
Notsomucho.

More Later
Big Country (staying home for now)

Yeah, Dat Me

Greetings and Salutations!
Soooo
I’m cheating tonight. It’s been a long week again. I also did up a bunch of new memes for you all to utilize that as far as I know ARE mine and mine alone. I wish there was a way of copyrighting shitlord memes as I’d be a rich motherfucker…

Case in point, someone did a particularly harsh teardown od Diddy and his bullshit… and a bunch of the nogs just -had- to come to his defense and start tearing on the original poster… and the overwhelming reaction was to ‘turn it around’ on the chimps… when I saw this:

As you can see in the lower left hand corner I ‘tagged it’ with my ‘BCE2023’… I worked quite a spell to create the NAACP Logo as it is above… Lots of finite paint/photoshop work…

Part of me is oh so proud to see my creations out there like that.

OTOH, if I had $1 for every time someone used it?

As they say “SHEEEEEEEEEEEE-IT!!!”

Then again, it’d mean I’m probably a member of the Tribe…
Jes’ Sayin’

Anyways…
I’m too spent to ‘think’ tonight, so here’s a bunch I’ve worked on/found over the past week from various sources. The first three are mine… not sure where the graphics came from, but I added the meme-age so to speak as I thought appropriate. If anyone wants to improve on them, hit me up at BCE187th@protonmail.com and I’ll send the blank original that I have for you to use…

After all… Shitlording is a Full Time Job is it not?
So to start with, a Video that Trevor Goodchild (formerly of GAB) but now on poa.st put up:

Oh Holy Hells…
My sides hurt.
BTW a quick aside: That shooting of the Nig in Question?
BLM tried like Hell to get the ‘regular crowd of morons and idiots’ to start the usual rioting… ALL of that went out the window. It also if you haven’t noticed disappeared from the various Ministries of Lies and Propaganda as well…

Reason being is that particular Nigger who got shot?
The one with the knife who was attacking the cop blatantly?
Turns out ‘she’ was a fucking ‘he’.
(It explains the size of that fucking monkey, that’s for sure amiright?)

The very last thing the enemedia wanted /needed right now was ANOTHER bloodthirsty troon with a death wish… so… the memory hole AGAIN gets activated at Warp Speed.

The next video is from the KLrain. In it, on the right side of the building, below the roof, you see the stream of smoke from a dug-in machine gunner (Krainian) who was dug in and holding back the Rooskie Advance. No idea -how- the Russians got ONE GUY in behind him, but it is urban warfare, so hey… whatever…

Either way, the Russian is the guy on the roof… and his answer to the dug in Krainian?

The guy took a TM-62 anti-tank mine, put a timed fuse on it, and dropped it into a hole in the roof to the apartment that the Krainian had dug himself into…

All I can say is damn.

SO off to the races:

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Appreciate all the input on the C-Ration and recibees everyone came and added to the discussion. And yes, to answer y’all my personal favorite was the “Vomlet” as one of you oh so succinctly termed it… I had forgotten that one!

And as to how I prepared mine?
It was pretty easy to a point. As I was realistically “Mechanized Infantry” to a point as we ran the M998A1 Gun Trucks for our TOW Systems, MK-19s and M-2 .50cals, I had the ability to ‘spoil’ myself with a little ‘extra gear’ in the truck. BY NO MEANS did I hump this shit, and IF I did? Well… it just wasn’t possible really. ALL of us in the Platoon kept, scrounged or bought a 40mm ammo can.

Because we were a Delta Company (Heavy Weapons) our trucks had both the TOW Missile Racks for the spare TOW rounds (6 extras) as well as floor frames for the .50cal Ammo Cans, and even the frames for the 40mm. These were mounted all over what remaining floor space in the cargo area was left. An example:

That’s a .50 w/a tandem 40mm can frame.
Anyway
Because we had the space, I used to keep a teeny cook pot and my camp stove with my Spices as well as my paperback books. Plus Ramen. A whoooole lotta Ramen.

What made my Omelet w/Ham so good was the Ramen. I’d cook one up in the bowl, add the Mrs. Dash… usually the Garlic and Onion one. As the Ramen was almost done, I’d add the Omelet all squished up… you never left it in one BIG nasty piece… that was the trick… pulp that sucker. The add the other pieces/parts of the MRE which usually included the Cheese Spread, and the Escalloped Taters. Mix it ALL together in a goulash sort of thing, and lastly add the cracker pack all smashed to crumbs to thicken everything up.

THAT was the way to eat it.

Mind you I still could eat it if it was cold and slimy in the pouch, but if I had the time and could put in the effort? Why the Hell not?

So, as I had stated, I found an interesting article in multiple sources as saying that the Russians had proof positive that US Troops were killed in Kursk. This of course got my attention.

The story is HERE

Now, a couple of other pics were on the Telegram channel referenced:

That’s the Stryker in question supposedly.

They also provided, as see above a “Crew Roster Card” which I of course had to check out in depth.

Then there was another card that they provided showing what appears to be a standard Radio Callsign Card that most Team Leaders would have:

Now being the curious sort I am and with my resources, I found it highly unlikely that any US Troop in any capacity would be rolling into a Hot No-Go Zone with such a sensitive… Hell potentially explosive item(s) on-hand.

(I also highly doubt that any ‘regular ground troops are there as of now, especially in Kursk… maybe some ‘sheep dipped’ SPECOPS kids, but anyways… ) I also got really curious about the Roster, so I did a dive on the names. Two of them were all it took for me to call bullshit on the entire claim.

The first, the Battalion Radio Callsign Card. First off, this’s a normal Item for folks to have. I had one back in the day, Hell ALL of us had one I think depending on your unit… so this is a normal DotMil/Infantry item so to speak… and it could be considered a ‘sensitive item’ in that you do not want the bad guys to get ahold of it. Anyway… I noticed and enlarged the two corners. The first was the upper left, which has what the primary unit the card it for listed:

Reading closely it says (to me, and correct me if I’m wrong
“3-21 IN GIMLET” and the breakdown of the units under it. I then enlarged the lower right corner, where there is Unit Crest in the Corner:

A wee bit blurry

HOWEVER, when I pulled up the 3-21 Webpage I got this:

I’d call that a match.

I also found the Wiki that states that the ‘Mascot’ so to speak is a Gimlet:

A Gimlet being defined as gimlet is a cocktail made with gin or vodka, sweetened lime juice, and sometimes soda water.

Huh… no idea if that part is correct, but if it is? It’s the first time I’ve heard of an Infantry Battalion having a booze-drink identified as it’s official mascot…

So… Now that that’s been established.

I moved on to the Crew Roster.

The Vehicle Commander/Platoon Sgt (at least by rank, E-7) clearly shows the name as SFC Steven Adams. I looked him up via a goolag search. It came back immediately with a PIO (Public Information Officer) Picture of him:

Now, as you can see…
Taken in Alaska. Back in 2018. I’m pretty sure this’s him, but seeing that this SFC Adams is also a member of 3-21 Infantry, I’d call that a solid hit.

The next name I got a hit on was PFC Garret Robinson.
Again another PIO Picture:

It doesn’t list his specific Battalion, but does say he’s a member of the 1st Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 25th Infantry also in Alaska. This was in 2019. In fact he’s in this picture is doing the “Alaska Best Warrior Competion”.

I’m seeing a pattern.

Finally, the last one I got a positive hit on was the one I found the most curious. A female listed at the bottom. In this case SPC Erica Hemminger. When I ran her through the goolag, I got her Instagram (of course!):

Link HERE
Her pics that showed her service (dated back also in 2017/18):

And:

Now, I was curious if she was a grunt or what? The ‘lift’ on females serving as Eleven Series was done in 2013. I thought she might be a Grunt, until I saw this pic:

That was in 2016.
Considering the rest of the Crew Roster is done by rank, and she appears to be a Spc-4 ‘Add-On’ at the bottom, I think she was the Platoon Medic. I can only extrapolate her via those 3 poasts. One she’s in Alaska, Two she’s in the Motor Pool pulling maintenance and turning wrenches on HER Stryker and third, she’s getting more Medical Training. SO she’s either a medic or a Combat Lifesaver Grunt… either way

She’s actually a cutie IMO.
Too cute to be a Grunt.

After all of this, I think I found enough evidence convince me and others that the card(s) and info were old news. As in the vehicle probably used to belong to the 1st Stryker Brigade, 25th Infantry, assigned to the 3-21st Infantry Gimlet Battalion, but somewhere along the ways, it got passed down since 2018 (which to be fair was almost six years ago) until it eventually ended up in the hands of the Krainian Empire…
Whereupon the Russians ‘zapped’ it.

My hunch?
Someone lost these cards… More than likely in 2018 +/- judging from the pics and names/dates and that ALL of the folks line up with being in/stationed in Alaska in the timeframe. The cards themselves? They probably fell down a crack between -something- heavy and/or immovable, and at the time, someone, probably whomever lost them, said “Fuck It” as most Grunts are wont to do and left them.

They only got ‘discovered’ when the Russians wiped out the Stryker, and the 8 folks on board, and detail-stripped every. single. piece. of it out of the hull. They probably found the cards and had a “Ah HA!” Moment. Which brings me to the next and last pieces of evidence.

First is this picture that shows Corporal Brandon Sanchez in the red beret w/ a 10th Group SF Patch. Not sure who the other SP4 is, but I -think- the black beret guy isn’t Sanchez… tough to say. Supposedly this pic was found in the wreckage of the Stryker as well.

Problem is, the guy in the picture is a Hard Stripe Four, i.e. a Corporal, so that doesn’t match with the roster.
The only evidence I can find of a Brandon Sanchez is this:

…which lists him as a “Veteran” which means he’s out, and that he was an E-5 Sergeant when he got out… if he stayed in past 2018+/- a year or two? Normal promotions and such, ending his career as a Grunt as an E-5? Yeah, that matches.

So, my guess? Again old info that’s being presented as new.

Then, the weapons and US Flag, along with other gear:

A US Flag and 2x Sigs do not make an ‘official incursion’

The plate carriers are not to my intel, any ‘issue’ carriers…

Even if they were US Issue M-13s (the Army version of the Sig) so what? The US DotGov has been flooding the entirety of the Krain with so much equipment… OMFG I’m so jealous…

All my tax $$$ and -I- can’t get a fucking break nor the $750 DistasterBux from FEMA??? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

They say they got this off the eight stiffs.
OK… what else you got Ivan?
I’d say right now, outside of me producing the three folks still living and breathing that I found with a minimum amount of effort and using public sources I’d say I’m right, and you, Ivan Ivanovich just shot your credibility in Ye Olde Tallywacker.

Again

So, that’s my case.
The Russians?
Wow.
Propaganda is a bitch innit tho?

Unlike some folks who’ve accused me of “Rootin’ for Pootin'” or whatever, I’m not. I just am an absolute neutral realist. Putin is going about this entire SMO Militarily Speaking in a way that’s never been seen before, which is why sooooo many heads are imploding. Too many folks for faaaar too long take the “Blitzkrieg” Point of View, when in reality, this “Sitskrieg” is working quite well to a point… slow and steady in this case wins the war. I think personally it’s a leftover from the Cold War Mentality and the Desert Storm thing…

Especially in light of some of the slipups that the Krainian Empire has had as of late… Krainfeld’s Spouse accidentally let it slip that there may be as many as three quarters of a million dead since the beginning on the SMO.

Sweet Jesus have Mercy.

So back to here stateside? Either way we’ll know within I’d say (provided the wheels stay on that long here stateside…not expecting it but who knows?) by February of 2025 for the Krain. By then we’ll know the results of the bullshit here… The (s)election in November will ‘prime the pumps’ and how the two sides interact? I’d call it that by March will be when it kicks off, on either side as that’s when the warm weather will start… I’ll make my prognostications later on that upcoming shitshow…

So yeah, Russia is overplaying it’s hand that if a dude like me, (like I said) by doing three hours of work is pretty much able to establish that out of the 8 People Listed on the Card 3 of them were
1) All stationed in Alaska
2) All within the same timeframe
3) That Two of the Three were both in the same exact unit, the 1st Stryker Brigade, 25th Infantry Division, 3 Battalion 21st Infantry Regiment.

And lastly: No one in their right fucking mind would have info like this on them in a place where they absolutely should not be! Those cards?

AN ABSO-FUCKING-LUTE NO-NO!!!

When you get ‘sheep dipped’ you have NOTHING that can lead you back to the Good Ole US DotMil/Gov. They actually ‘shake you down’ to make utterly sure you have nothing that can come back and bite Uncle Sugar in the ass… Literally, like the opening of “Mission Impossible: The Secretary will disavow any knowledge of you”

SO there you have it
I’d say that this story is

Questions?
Comments?
Queries?

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
I think I’m finally caught up on my sleep. And I’ve got some stuff I’m researching right now regarding the Krain and a Russian Claim regarding our direct involvement, but like I said, I’m waiting on a confirmation email before I put anything out there.

Instead, I’ll share something that I got in the mail today.

And yes, Huzzah! the mail finally showed up today for the first time in like over a week. The trash also got picked up finally! The trash to be honest was beginning to worry me as it was getting a wee bit ripe so to speak… humidity and food scraps and whatnot are not conducive to a healthy post-storm Area of Operations…

For whatever reason before the storm, like the Tuesday before the storm hit (which hit late Wednesday night/early Thursday) the County did NOT do it’s regularly scheduled trash pickup, and then failed to get the normal Friday pickup as well. People;’s cans including my own were filled to overflowing, but it seems they got that particular problem unscrewed, so good.

Now?
The mail: I got another gift from a reader in Alaska of all places. He was cleaning out his Paw-Paw’s hunting cabin waaay the Hell up in the North in Alaska recently as Paw-Paw had moved onto a better, tax free setting… meaning he shuffled off this Mortal Coil (deepest sympathies Fren)… He DM’d me as he found, of all things, a case of US DotMil C-Rations INTACT in the cabin. Paw-Paw was a DotMil contractor, and his guess is Paw-Paw had picked these up as ’emergency rats’, stashed them, and forgot about them. Said-Fren offered me one as he knows of my propensity for such cool things.

He sent me one for the museum.

It is, almost absolutely pristine
Not that I’d eat anything in it… well that’s not true…

It has the Accessories pack, and spoon on top. The pack consists of Toilet Paper (about 12 teeny sheets) ‘waterproof’ matches, salt, pepper, powdered creamer, sugar and instant coffee.

Removing the top layer, you then have the B-1 Unit, which has the crackers and what I know to be hard candies in the can. The peanut butter is next to it. Shockingly, you can see the cardboard separator which kept the cans from banging into one another still in situ!

So, taking the first two cans out…

They’re in mint condition. No signs of any degradation. THESE are more than likely edible. Not that I will, but still…

Now, the fruit is Sliced Peaches, and the main, is the Ham and Chopped Eggs.

The peaches are a bit on the rough side. The can is dented up, and the seam is slightly damaged with some rot. A bit of it leaked out onto the cardboard box… Needless to say, not edible at all. This is really the only damage to -any- of the items in the box.

The eggs are ‘swole’ a bit. No obvious damage per se, but I sure as hell won’t be opening them anytime soon, except to maybe safely dispose of the botulism that’s obviously growing therein.

Yeeeeeah the top of that can is definitely bubbled

Maybe I should hold onto it for a future Bio-Warfare Home Brewed WMD? I’m pretty sure that even in 1973 when they were first canned, leastways these were canned, the troops considered them to be a Bio-Weapon of some kind… what with the DotMil eggs of ALL ages producing some of the worse ass-gas known to humanity.

Bio-War INDEED!

Over all, this is a really nice and extremely rare item to add to my BCE Museum of War.

It now sits thusly:

As you can see, I got a really nice set of “Military Meal Examples”

As you can see, a K Ration “Supper Meal” that’s complete (that will be another poast on that one later), 4 single cans of C Rations, to include a White Bread, another peanut butter, a B-2 Unit which is the same as a B-1, except it has coco-powder, and the Holy Grail of C Rats, a Pristine Pound Cake. The 5th can in the front of the pile is a rare alcohol gel-filled C Ration Stove. I found that on eBay a ways back for like $7.

The MREs were donated by another one of you deplorables, and the Omelet with Ham gets special distinction as that was my personal favorite MRE believe it or not. Great and fond memories

Good Times.
Great Times actually.
So, what was your favorite DotMil Meal if’n you had one?

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Another full day.
Gretchen is on her way home from her Parents. I haven’t seen her since last Sunday actually. That was when she went to go deal with the MomDrama that broke loose last Sunday. I’m pretty sure that for now it’s over, but I did explain that personally I’ve washed my hands of the whole situation.

I utterly refuse to participate any longer.

I’ll maintain and still help out the ‘rents, but only because of Dad and that reason alone. Any other stupidity-shenanigans that her Mom initiates?

Too bad, so sad.

So at least I got the wife coming back.
The bed was getting a mite lonely at night.

Now, as to ‘other things’
Try this one on for size:

Link to the story HERE

I guess this’s another instance where I was right.
As Razorfist would have said

I’m just here for the LOLZ

For those who are wondering of what I speak, my writeup is HERE. For you newbz, The TL;DR is that Back in February, Gretchen got diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer. Like absolutely the worst news a chick can get, especially since her rack was a defining aspect of hers.

That’s her own description mind you.
Tig Ole Bitties.
The concept of possibly losing them (‘the girls’ as she calls them) had her all sorts of fucked up. So I went full bore, and having survived Lung Cancer myself, I figured to do a LOT of deep dive research. The whole ‘too-doo’ and screaming over various COVID treatments, to include Ivermectin and Fenbendazole raised my curiosity, as they, as in Leviathan or whatever they are, were fighting waaaay too hard and making too big a stink over these supposedly innocuous drugs.

I mean when they’re trying that hard to discredit -something- that a year or two before was getting MAD props for being a lifesaving drug for its ‘work’ so to speak in Africa? So the deeper I looked the more I found… one of the biggest red flags was the cancer rate in Third World African Countries that use these drugs as a prophylactic anti-parasitical had a faaar lower cancer rate than us supposed First World ‘Civilized’ Countries…

That intrigued me.

“They” of course tried to palm that off on our First World Exposure to processed foods and pollution, but it didn’t ring quite true for me. Anyone who’s been in the Turd World can tell you flat-the-fuck out pollution is waaay worse there than here… just drive behind a HINO Dump Truck… a West Virginian Good Ole Boy trying to ‘burn coal’ in his lifted and jacked Pickup got nuthin’ on one of those fume-belching behemoths… Either way, it was a “Hey fuck it… what do we have to lose?” thing either way… so I ordered all the meds, and we, or I should say ‘she’ started the recibee that I have in the linked article and Boom!

Her tumor went from 22/25mm down to 15mm… Stage 2 headed to Stage 3, and was Stage 1 when they actually opened her up.

So again any time ‘they’ start telling you “Don’t do this/that/or the other” I’d recommend that you research it before making any final choices.. I mean use common sense of course, but even then, Common Fucking Sense is something that all levels of Leviathan seems to be lacking these days.

Hopefully this will make a difference for some folks.
DeadDad got the moniker ‘Dead’ because of Cancer. –I– was lucky with mine as I went and got aggressive as fuck with the Lung Cancer and refused to follow the Doctor’s orders. Instead –I– told them what –I– wanted done, and not to fuck with me as it was literally, “my body, my choice.” My choice being a radical Lobectomy of the entire Lower Left Half of the Lung getting cut out immediately after the tumor was discovered, rather than follow the ‘normal chemo/radiation protocols’.

DeadDad listened to them and it ultimately kil’t him

I wasn’t letting my Wife go the same route, so we tried my Protocol as either way she was getting the surgery, and IF it had a positive effect, then great! If not? No harm/no foul.

It worked out, and in the end, she ended up with a rejuvenated set of Boobies. All of the age-related sag got taken out, and I tease her that she got a set of titties that belong on a 25 year old.

SO I got that going for me.
And to fill out the rest of tonight: Some topical Columbus Day Memes…

So on that note, I’m going to crash out. I’m still tired from this past week, week and a half of retardation.

More Later
Big Country