Greetings and Salutations. Going to be a bit of a ‘filler’ night, as I’m working on a large-ish poast that I’ve been grinding on. Politics and Observations from The Edge if you will. Please bear with me as I’ve just been so fucking busy…
My Minion at work even said to me today “You just don’t seem to get any ‘down time’ do you?” while we discussed my absence and she was getting me back up to speed for the Tractor Factory’s daily output, two-to-three day that I was in absentia. She’s a good kid. 21 years old, smart as a whip. Cute too. Had to go to great lengths to explain to Gretchen that I’m seeing her and treating her as my “Missing Spawn #2” and trying to help her out, as she’s got a few negative checkmarks as far as HR is concerned.
Being the youngest, smartest and most competent female in a place that has a bevy of older, more “Crone-Like” post wall females is never a good thing. The other whammenz have had their knives out for her, until I took her under my wing, and got her transferred to my Department, the Widget side of things.
It also helped immensely that the I.T. Commissar has been recently promoted to being the overall Operations/Office Commissar, and has the ability to quash any of the aforementioned bullshit the Crones have been trying to get my Minion fired. Win-Win in my book.
So, tonight? After a full day of bullshit dealing with truculent and miserable Clients, I decided to make a nice dinner:
Another Boneless Ribeye that I had in the deep freeze, Butter and Garlic pan-seared Green Beans, and Mac n’Cheese (home-made). I managed to time everything excatly right in that the steak came off the grill, as the beans just got done, and the Mac n’Cheese was ready to serve.
My attitude at this point is “Avē Imperātor, moritūrī tē salūtant!!!” which is a line, credited to Suetonius, said (supposedly) by Gladiators as they went to fight in the ring is translated as “”Hail, Emperor, those who are about to die salute you”.
In this case, it’s more a “Eat well, we have NO idea if this will be our last great meal.” I mean at the rate things are going? It’s a tough call… best to live for today, as the way things are looking, there may not be many meals like this in the future.
And if you take that as a Blackpill?
Well, hey… I’m good with that. I know Sapper, Gretchen and I have gotten our ‘hatches battened down’ and are pretty much in a position to ride out a lot of bullshit. I’ve also gotten a LOT of the neighbors on board with getting ‘prepped for weirdness’ and adding on the fact that where we are is a far superior location in many respects than other places (of course realizing the heat and humidity suck), but we’re in pretty good shape.
I’ll say one thing, I sure as fuck have no plans on becoming a high end “Loot Drop” for the local retards. The only thing I feel we’re lacking is in the barbed wire/tanglefoot wire and razor wire area. I need to get a couple hundred more feet of each, just to have a reserve. That and more pickets.
One can never have enough engineer pickets.
That and getting the 3D Printer back up and running. It’s been down, but due to my own laziness. I got a buttload of upgrades for it, but I’ve had oh-so-many other IMPORTANT and NEED IT DONE NOW projects, that that’s been on the back burner for a minute. Seeing that I’m going to need more battery holders, I should make that a priority.
Otherwise, feeling pretty good. Tired AF but good.
Another thing: The Poly80 company apparently shut down. Seems the lawsuits and financial losses were too great, so they’re toast. Which sort of sucks. I wanted and have been looking for the G26 lower 80% forever and one just never seemed to materialize. I had a Glock 26 for about 4 months in Baghdad (right before I left) and sort of liked that itty-bitty toy. VERY concealable. That being said though, I did NOT want to pay full price for such a niche weapon.
Yet another reason for me to get Ye Olde 3D Printer back up and running. Of course in the past, my attempts to 3D print “Glock” wannabe lowers were less than successful… they usually ended up being a pile of semi-melted cord with no resemblance to a proper frame. It’s part of the reason I went and got some upgrade kits, as a LOT of the forums out there said that the print-head on my particular 3D printer model had ‘issues’ doing Glock frames…
So I’ll update you on that when THAT shitshow gets handled.
So beyond that, I’m sort of spent writing wise, hence my cop-out with Memes. Tomorrow I head back to the In-Laws as Yes, I did get the replacement thermostat and boards, so I have to get them in before Dad has an OCD-oriented meltdown. I’ll install them tomorrow.
The cool thing is though we’ll be seeing a ‘lost fren’ so to speak. Dad’s best friend Artie is going to be there. Long story short: Artie and his wife were neighbors in The Villages to Mom and Dad forever. Like two houses down from each other. Dad and Artie were BFFs forever. Both are close in age. They hung out every day. Both were prior service Navy. Artie is Jewish (nonpracticing) and unfortunately, his wife rules him with an Iron Fist.
Two years ago, SHE decided that SHE wanted to move from The Villages to Jacksonville to live near her brother. It practically destroyed Artie. Artie had supported us financially with donations (despite his shrew-of-a-wife’s objections) in our fight for Addy.
Well, he finally put his foot down. Told her she either packed up, and shut up, or they were done, as “…leaving The Villages was the worst mistake I ever allowed you to make in our lives!” He then sold the shitass Condo they were living in, and are back, looking for a place to live near Dad.
Good on Ya Artie!
Great guy. I just wish he’d had curbstomped his out-of-control Yenta before all this went down. Now that Artie’s back, I have hopes Dad might come out of the ‘funk’ he’s been in since he left. I mean a man needs his bros right? Artie is a trip man… He saw my “Rakkasan Tat” on my shoulder and asked about it… I explained it was my Unit symbol and an “Army Thang”. He in turn let the secret out that he had two anchors tatted over the top of both ass cheeks!!!
I was like “Bullshit! A Jew with tats over/on his ass???”
He then dropped trou, and proved me wrong. Fucker does have twin anchors, a’la 1950+/- when he was in, tatted juuust above his asscheeks. Fucking legend man. It’ll be good to see him. If only to give him shit again, as I always did what with him and Dad being ‘fucking squids’…
Greetings and Salutations! Been out of pocket AGAIN! So Solly About that… Gretchen’s parents A/C was playing the “I’m Working” then “I’m not Working!” thing for the past week or so. I finally got a case of the Ass ‘cos you just can not allow old folks to swelter and die in that sort of heat…
Her Mom didn’t want to ‘bother us’…
Jeez… So I spent a couple of vaykay days to head up and evaluate and work on the AC…
Been a minute since I had to work in that kind of heat. Soaked to the bone. 97 degrees, which is OK… it’s the fucking humidity at 110% that gets me…
Even worse was/is the AC? The parts are woefully obsolete. An older Carrier model that had E-1 Error codes which means the thermostat and Board(s) are bad. And to ‘add to the fun? It has a full 8 strand wire that ALL the wires are connected to -something- that was ‘important’.
None of them matched up to what “Industry Standards” should be or currently are FFS. Vg? V+? OAT? What. The. Fuck… That’s the board the thermostat goes to, and THEN goes to another control board inside:
And the wires to that board were a soup-sandwich of extreme fuck-ed-uppedness. A tangled web of “What drunken asshole installed this shytte?!?” sort of moment.
Even worser than worse? Finding a replacement thermostat? Specifically a “Carrier EDGE” w/Boards? Some of the parts houses had them going for $300 plus, which was a budgetary no-go. So I went down and got a off the rack Honeywell at Ace Hardware for $50. I even had a coupon…
The Honeywell, while fine for NEW ACs, unfortunately does not support the 8 strand bullshit that Carrier has. I mean I was sure I could “Obamarig” it… I learned via a LOT of YouTube Vids, due to my previous Iraqi HVAC experience, and it took me a few days to unfuck what wire was what, as they do not correspond to the “regular” red = ‘hot’ black = ground and on and on…
No no.
I had to UnMonkeyFuck ALL the wires.
THEN to add to my misery, I had to figure out which ‘parts’ were noncritical to getting the Air Flowing again. My research showed that there’s a Two Stage Heater, a flex-dehumidifier and an air quality sensor… ALL (as far as I’m fucking concerned) is extraneous bullshit that can be I hoped bypassed.
I wasn’t a very happy camper Day #3 into this, especially in light of one of the videos specifically talking about this exact model, the actual Carrier HVAC Tech stated that IF you fucked up and did the wrong wire to the wrong circuit, you might cook the whole thing… which meant being like an EOD Tech in making sure I didn’t fuck up.
So I painstakingly hit Reddit, Goolag, all my resources. I still have no fucking clue what the OAT setting is… I know it’s the Outside Air Sensor, but in never discussed if it was a ‘critical need’…
In the end, I puzzled it out. 3 Full Days. No AC. I lost a lot of water weight… Now… It’s on, and it’s running like crazy. To the point the interior of the house is now like a meat locker as I set it initially to 72 degrees. Mom however due to the Pre-Dementia has forgotten already how to turn it down/up to the normal 76… I told her until I get back up there, to put on a sweater if she gets cold. Better that it’s running and working, that she should NOT to fuck with it anymore at this point.
Let Running ACs Run Aye?
I had to bypass a lot of shit to get it this far, redo a lot of the wires, and relabel everything, plus make note ‘cos I know Dad is going to want it eventually brought back up to factory specs…
I am so not going to be a dick and tell him the repair is probably going to outlast him unfortunately. Love the Hell out of the Old Man, but he is pretty OCD about ‘factory/OEM’ parts…
Which leads me to yesterday: I caught a “happy break” for once. This in that yesterday, I found a “New/Old Stock” exact replacement Carrier Thermostat KIT! It comes with the Board(s) as well!!! I have been checking eBay Diligently, and this was a new listing… like put up a hour before I found it. $70 w/$6 for Priority Mail.
The mail said it’ll be here tomorrow as the place I bought it from is literally down the road in Oldsmar. I didn’t notice that or I would have DM’d dude and asked if I could come and pick it up.
Once I get it, I’ll take one more day to go and redo the whole thing with the New/Ols Stock which looks good. Still has the clear plastic protective coatings on everything, and all the parts are present. If it works? Yay Me. If not? I’ll put the Honeywell back in, and call it good.
I’ll figure out the fucking heat when the season changes and not one minute before. I’ve already done my fill of this shit.
Other Updates: We got some pics from the BabyDaddy who still seems to be on the straight and narrow. We’ve been in a LOT of contact since the arrest of DC as it affects everyone involved. She’s definitely becoming a lil Redneck Girl…
No idea where I’m going to come up with the $$$ for a Battery Powered 4 Wheeler, but I’ll come up with something. We’re planning on going to her B-Day in October.
And she still loves watching the fishies according to BD.
That was her checking out the Aquarium when we were still fighting for her. Maybe someday we’ll get some long visitations… BD and his kin have finally come around in that the poison that DC had spread was bullshit…
Especially in light of what we found out. I called it right down the line… the guy she was with was done with her, and told her to pack her shit and GTFO of his house. She did her “usual” which is to go and play the victim, call the cops, and try to get the ‘bad man’ arrested and hemmed up. She did it to me 2x times, did it to Gretchen once, by convincing the LezboDyke Deputy that GRETCHEN was the aggressor, despite ALL witnesses contrary to that, and the time(s) that she hemmed up the BabyDaddy using the same exact M.O.
This time, the guy in question was ready Had the recording going on his phone that showed her punching herself in the face, busting her lip. When the cops showed up, and it all came out, yep…
That’s all she wrote there.
She called everyone here and no one is willing to help
All them bridges.. I think I’ll end this on this rather appropriate song:
Friends all tried to warn me But I held my head up high All the time they warned me But I only passed them by
They all tried to tell me But I guess I didn’t care I turned my back and Left them standing there
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forevermore
Joey tried to help me find a job A while ago When I finally got it I didn’t want to go The party Mary gave for me When I just walked away Now there’s nothing left for me to say
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forevermore
Years have passed and I keep thinking What a fool I’ve been I look back into the past and Think of way back then I know that I lost everything I thought I that could win I guess I should have listened to my friends
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forevermore
Burning bridges lost forevermore….
Can’t say we didn’t try… Kind of a bummer… But a Wise Man once told me: “You cannot save one who does not wish to be saved.”
Greetings and Salutations… A rather somber vidya snatched from Fran Porretto over at Liberty Torch:
Damn if that doesn’t make a lot of sense Aye?
So… let’s see… Great News about Miss Margorie. The Judge dismissed the case this afternoon. No idea of the -why- but hey, take the “W” amiright?
THEN I got an email from the Museum following up on the 120mm round. Seems they took me seriously enough to get the EOD Team involved. This was the County Team. Mostly Veterans like myself, who, when presented with my facts went “Hoo shiiiit… clear the building and get the gear!”
They ended up X-Raying it, and sumbitch! At -some point- someone emptied out the interior of the shell of the Ka-Boomie-Boom! No explosives in it, and since the outer combustible casing needsthe Boomie ‘stuff’, well… all’s well that ends well. It’s now marked “INERT” so other VetBros don’t have the same issue I had…
So I chalk this one up as a “W” as well, or maybe a “Tie” I was right, but I was wrong…
Following these InfoBits: Gretchen has been following up after DumbCunt, or rather trying to find out what her latest and greatest scumbaggery that she’s been up to. We got a letter in the mail yesterday stating that this was a final attempt to contact her from the Florida DMV.
Seems they suspended her license back in July for failure to pay child support, which means she’s been “ridin’ dirty” for quite a spell. Not that it matters as when Gretchen reached out to a Detective who’s been trying to track her down in Tennessee for welfare fraud, we found out that the dumb bitch is in jail AGAIN!
No shit Aye? THIS TIME it’s for Felony Domestic Abuse and Felony False Reporting. Word we’ve gotten is she beat the fuck out of her current Simp, then called the cops and said he beat her!
This’s becoming a habit with her.
Problem was is the Simp had a camera inside the house and when the fuzzie wuzzies showed up, heard her out, and then asked the Simp his side, he played the vidya.
Buh Bye DumbCunt.
I hope she finally learns a thing or two. She still is facing the Parole Violation from last year, as well as the Failure to Appear. The Parole violation was for a fucking slew of charges around Christmas Time 2022. Some of then she skated on, but my understanding is the Judge was sooooo pissed off w/the Parole Violation, the lack of paying any of the fines and court fees, and then going onthe Lamb for almost a year?
Yeeeeeeeah. That’s a dead bitch walking. I figure she’ll get 15, do 5.
Ok… so what else? OH! Dinner tonight were some nice steaks for the fam, and a hamburger for me. Steak doesn’t do well with my Diverticulitis unfortunately. Ground beef? No problem. Pork chops? No problem. Chikin, same. Just steak sits too hard. So I made nice-nice good-good Moo Cow Ribeyes from Bravo Supermarkets.
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Look at that marbling…
Bravo is the Spanish Aldi. The meat is waaaay cheaper ($7.99 per pound for these steaks, 3.5 pounds to the package, the rest I froze) and the Ground beef is OMG super cheap as well… like $8 for 3 pounds… sure the fat content is high, but WTF? I don’t care as long as it’s edible.
Ribeye at Publix tonight, was on sale mind you,was running $11.99 Per Pound.
I’ll take the questionably sourced Spanish meat thank you.
And lastly, well I don’t have a hell of a lot to say. I’ve been so busy getting my shit straightened out her at The Casa and as well at the In-Laws place. Their AC keeps shitting the bed, so I spent the better part of today working on it, and tomorrow I have to chase down a new control board I think as it’s the only part that seems to be causing the shut-down error coding.
The blower unit is fine, the blower engine/barrel is fine. The exterior coil shows no damage (it’s only 5 years old) and the only issue it did have was the external drain was clogged a bit, and a wet-vac took care of that. Got it all done today, only to get the call after we got home that it’s crapped out again
Dammit MFW:
Right? So… another day ‘eaten’ I do have a cool thing to talk about weapons wise, but I need to check with the source to make sure it’s cool to talk about. Nothing bad or anything, just…. potentially sensitive.
Greetings and Salutations! OK gang… couple of things…
Couple of Corrections: Miss Marjorie and I spoke on the phone today. Gretchen called her, and man, it was old home week I swear. Her and Miss Margie again were hitting it off like they’ve been life long frens.
Which then she asked to speak to me…
The biggest being Correction #1: That is that ALL the weapons poasted, The Long Guns, the Pistolas, ALL of them are for sale. Said weaponry being these:
Personally, if I had the scratch, I’d be grabbing that ORIGINAL Colt Army 1860… The LeMat is cool AF, but I love that particular “Josey Wales” looking sucker…
Then, Correction #2: This….
Is not a coffee mug nor container. Gretchen took the pic, and I saw it after, and I assumed it was a mug/ceramic container. Miss Margie educated my dumb ass.
It’s a butter churn The handle is hidden underneath a stuff possum that Dent put on it years ago, which only added to my confusion.
Then, another addition to the uniqueness that is Wildmans…
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The top is a French Pinfire… pretty rare. The next one below I’m thinking a Hawkins Rifle, as the stock appears to be correct. Rifle #3 down? No idea. Percussion, long, not sure. It’s #4 that fires me up…
THAT my frens, is like the Great-Great-Great Grandaddy of Bolt Action Rifles and Carbines. THAT is a Palmer Model 1865 Bolt Action Carbine.
Designed in 1863, but unfortunately not delivered in time to be used in the war, this was the first bolt action rifle/carbine that fired metallic cartridges to have ever been adopted by the US Army/DotMil.
They only made 1000 of them. Not sure how many are left, but Gunbroker has a few going for about $3k. Either way, an OMG cool thing to actually handle, as such weapons are usually behind display cases.
Now To the Support Aspect.
Miss Marjorie has her Court Case on this Coming Friday, September 6th. I found out a LOT about the bullshit they’re trying to do, and it in the TL;DR mode is that initially, Dent had his sister, Janice Bagwell (284 Main Street, Clermont GA, 30527) and Miss Marjorie Lyon as dual executors of the estate. The sister apparently did some MASSIVELY shady shit to try and run Miss Margie off the battlefield…. meaning take total control of her brothers estate. This was done with and by the backing of ALL the current pro-BLM leftist communist-fucktards in the Area of Operation.
Now, the Case Number is 24GC06200.
It’s being held at the Cobb Country Superior Court SUPPOSEDLY The reason I say this, is she’s (Miss Margie) has been desperately trying to find out the time and location (which courtroom) that this ‘supposed’ continuance is happening. You can see the documents and such from the case HERE
Just punch in the case number, and it comes up. What’s interesting is the meeting/continuance was done on August 26th.
Again,supposedly
There’s no mention nor paperwork uploaded to the Cobb County Superior Court Website outside of the ‘Rule Nisi’ dated August 23rd.
According to my conversation today, the Clerk of the Court is a serious Social Justice Warrior, which is a clear and present conflict of interest. That and the bitch is NOT giving Miss Margie the info she needs, which is “Who, How, When, Where, and Why” info… If she misses it, she defaults.
Add that to the fact that especially in light of that some of the documents being used (in the initial filing, listed as Exhibit D TRO, a handwritten codicil to the Last Will and Testament of Dent Myers) that the Plaintiff’s notary? Well the notary? A Miss Dena L Whitmore? She notarized the document without a Date Nor Attestation.
Per the Georgia Notary Law (link HERE): Under the Acts of “All Notarial Acts Must be Accompanied by the Seal” paragraph 2 states explicitly:
“In documenting a notarial act, a notary shall sign the notarial certification in ink exactly as the name appears on the notary commission and shall also record the exact date of the notarial act. However, in connection with attestation of deeds or other instruments pertaining to real property, the date of the notarial act shall not be required.”
Georgia Notary Law Webpage
Specifically (and this’s ALL public records) but let me put it out there (I tried to call Miss Margie to get permission, but fuck it… better to get everyone who can help on it… in the Army the Golden Rule was “Better to ask for forgiveness…”) Fuck it… damned the fucking torpedoes, full steam ahead, and Kill ’em All, for God will know His Own. A very General Dent Myers POV IMO…. Jes’ Sayin’
Anyways: Does this look fucking legit to you?
That is an untouchedcomplete screen capture done on my PC using the “Snipping tool”. The metadata being as such in case this whole thing (my poast here)gets requested/subpoenaed :
Said Notary (the aforementioned Ms. Whitmore) is part of the Court… which means there’s a pretty good chance she’s part of what is, to me becoming a legit “local Cabal” of Social Justice Warriors with an Axe to grind to try and destroy Wildmans.
I’m not going to break it down too much but FFS, the date in the upper right corner of “Exhibit D TRO” is the only date on the whole paper. And looking at it? What exactly IS that date?
I can’t fucking tell.
Never mind that the line that states right above where the signatures start (theoretically) “Dated and Signed on This Date:” and then fucking nothing except what looks like a single lil ink line where someone either whited-out the date, or photoshopped out the date, and left a lil ‘marker’ so to speak.
I’d need to see the plaintiffs original copy
Which is what the fucktard Lawyer should be doing dammit.
So, now that that’s out, do me a fave and see if you can find out when the Case is being heard. I called and it was too late in the day. I’ma tryna do it tomorrow, but maybe y’all can ferret out some stuff. I want to nail these fuckers to the wall…
Fucking purely hate Social Justice Keyboard Warriors.. After that WHOLE ‘stalking’ and bullshit I went through? Yeeeeeeeeah… I plan on doing what I can to help out.
So anyways…. ALL That and IF you’re local and want to support Miss Margorie, we have to actually be there. The court information, from the Clerk of The Court Website is HERE and at the bottom. For those who’re inherently link adverse: Court and Administrative Divisions
70 Haynes Street Clerk of Superior Court Marietta, GA 30090 Main: 770-528-1300
Call ’em and ask where and when Case Number 24GC06200 is being heard so y’all can make an appearance. I may have to ‘break the bank’ to go myself as so far, Miss Margorie’s lawyer, despite her telling me he’s ‘hot shit’, the very fact that I’m finding out basic shit that he should have seen and automatically told the court was an instant disqualifier is a fucking MASSIVE negative.
This’s bullshit.
So… lastly. Final Correction The weapon in question that Gretchen had her Full Auto Experience on was an Argentine FMK-3:
Ugly fucker innit?
Either way, she was too damned good with it. Controlled 3-4 round bursts.
She even naturally ‘counted’ the rounds… She had 32 in the mag, and after a couple of short, on-target bursts, she said she was going to “…go for broke!” and railed off between 8-10 rounds which emptied the mag.
I wasn’t even that good.
Took me a second to get the trigger control when it was my turn. I mean I’m nota subgun guy per se… My mojo is Belt Fed Light and Mediums… I can do the ‘song and dance’ when needed however. My wife though? She appears to be one of those exceptionally rare people.
A Natural.
I say this, and Borepatch can confirm,. she’s a badass naturally. BP had his new CMP M1 Garand, and offered to meet up with Gretchen and me for some ‘recoil therapy’. He really hadn’t even done much with the weapon but set it for a ‘battlesight zero’ and then, being the Gentleman he is, let Gretchen crank off the first clip.
She was like scarily on target. Her second en-bloc clip?
She put the rounds through the holes she’d previously put in the paper at 75 yards. Granted, for a seasoned rifleman? Not a biggie. But for a FEMALE Noob? Firing a 30-06?
Oh Holy Hells ZERO Recoil issues… which surprised the fuck out of me… 30-06 is a beast She handled it with ladylike aplomb.
The only issue she did have was her manicure kept her from being able to stuff the en-bloc clip of live rounds into the magazine well. Her nails were waaaaay too long to allow her to jam that fucker in properly.
Much hilarity and teasing about that ensued.
And BTW: Her ability with an AR, which I had put down to ‘beginners luck’ I’m now realizing, this’s potentially one lethal bitch with the proper training.
Good News? Bad News? I dunno. Either way, I loves her to death, even before I found out she’s a potential Second Coming Of Annie Oakley.
Greetings and Salutations! Back from an abbreviated Road Trip up North a ways. WAY too short IMO. Specifically this trip was to Georgia. Marietta GA to be specific. Gretchen has a ‘thing’ for ‘Gone With The Wind’ and the Civil War and such locations. So seeing that we literally have had NO time to ourselves over the past few monthsyears, I had Hilton ‘points’ that were expiring, and sumdood (one of you depraved deplorables) had a ‘donation’ to the Museum of War and History for the Casa that I needed to pick up. He lives a couple of hours outside of Marietta, so it was a foregone conclusion that we’d get away thataway.
And let me tell you… I have not had a better time in a looooong while. This entire vay-kay was alllllll about ME for some reason. “Everything’s coming up Milhouse Big Country” so to speak…
Indeed!!! Somehow for some reason the stars aligned, and almost every place we went had a “Big Country” ‘thing’ going on. First off, Gretchen found a very unique shop. It’s located in Kennesaw, right next to Marietta. 7 miles from our Hotel. The shop in Question?
Right smack dab on Main Street in Kennesaw: Wildman’s Civil War Surplus The link will take you to the store’s website.
Now… this was one of the biggest and coolest surprises Gretchen has sprung on me in a while. Seems’s that “Wildman’s” has been around since 1971. It was owned and operated by a Civil War Reenactor/True Son Of The South gentleman named Dent Myers. Now… Gretchen found this place doing searches for localized Civil War ‘stuff’… on YouTube, well… I’ll embed it here and let y’all make up your own minds… to give you an idea, this is to me leastways, your typical Ministries of Lies and Propaganda Treasonous HateThink/Speech:
Yep A pure-dee hit piece (of shytte) with two “Jogger ‘Muricans” doing said hit piece. I mean really??? With a line like this: “….and signage that most minorities would find offensive.”
Good. Fuck them motherfuckers. There’s reasons they’re minorities. Although you’d never fucking know it.
THEY get an entire month of “Hug-A-Monkey” but apparently WE who actually, you know built the entirety of that thing called “civilization” can and are regularly demonized, ‘cos donchaknow blaqs can’t be rayyyyyycist and sheee-it amiright?
Suuuuuuuuure… I mean they have given -some- things to further civilization, like these that I found in a local gas station:
I. shit. you. not. “Rap. Snacks.” Talk about the furtherance of the scholarship of Basketball Americans everywhere Aye? Ohhow did whyttepeepo ever make it this far without the gloriousness that is our Potato Chip Rappers??? Beats the ever loving fuck out of me.
Anyways So we went in, and were cautiously welcomed by the owner Miss Marjorie herself. She was initially cautious as we found out because she’s been essentially at war with a bunch of litigious fucking douche-canoes who I think would better serve humanity as skin-and-organ-donors. Gretchen was her usual charming self, and got along with Miss Marjorie like a house on fire.
They let us take all the pictures we wanted to as well. Normally that’s a ‘no-go’ at this station as we’d say in the DotMil. However, I -did- explain that I too, am a pretty well know rayyyyyycist and eeeeee-vil anti-tribalist on probably all the lists for this here HateCrime Blogg. Us UberNazis need to stick together right? /sarc.
Fucking Retard Leftists.
Anyways, from a purely Historical Perspective? Oh Holy Shit this place has stuff you are NOT going to find anywhere else in the world. Never mind the quote racist stuff unquote, but oh Holy Hells… the weapons? The uniforms? the tintype pictures!?!
That one at the bottom: A HIGHLY collectible and rare AF LeMat revolver/shotgun, one once owned by “Wild Bill” Longley a Texas outlaw best know for being hung three times, with the third finally getting him. Guess three times is a charm after all Aye?
A LeMat is unusual in that it’s a .46 caliber revolver with an under barrel single shot 16 gauge shotgun under the pistol barrel. Think “Mini M-203” before the M-4/M-203 combo was even an idea. A VERY rare weapon these days…
Now: A quick note… If that wallpaper doesn’t positively scream 1971, I’ll eat every inch of it LOL. The long guns were incredible and all original as well… from 1860 Springfields, to French Pinfires… most of them were obvious family heirlooms that aren’t for sale, but display only. And I’ll just throw some more pics up… these are the field packs… NOT repros, but real:
There were literal tons of books, diaries, photos, allllll original…. Personally I think this stuff belongs in like the Smithsonian, but we all know those fucking pukes aren’t about preserving history, but re-writing it.
There was also the ubiquitous KKK stuff, to include the dressed up manikin from that news-hit piece. Myself, I found this ceramic mug fascinating:
And there was also an original Battle Flag (w/scars) there as well… Specifically the Third Confederate National/Battle Flag:
Like damn right? So, lastly, as we did have to get going, on my way out, Miss Marjorie gave me a gift, which surprised and humbled the hell out of me.
Now this is still a regular surplus store. She has cases of wings and ‘stuff’ from all time periods. During my discussion with her Husband who showed off some of the prized weapons, I mentioned that I had been in the Army and a para. Five jumps is still five jumps. Well, she set up and gave me the closest thing to Airborne wings she had:
A lil shadowbox with Sterling Silver WW2 Aircrew wings.
She SO did not have to do that, but like I said, I’m both honored and humbled. I had already planned on doing this writeup either way, so she had no idea about that when she presented this to me. She’s just that nice a lady.
Which is why I get pissed off hearing that even as recently as last week the local ingrate BLM worshipping fuckwads tried to fuck her over again. Seems that -someone- filed an Ex Parte motion in court to get her shut down… My question is How in the fuck is it only in ONE parties interest to shut down a business? I mean doesn’t the owner of the business have an interest in that sort of thing????
Which is exactly what the judge said/asked.
The next motion is scheduled for this Friday, September 6th. Fucking Yankee Carpetbagger BLM worshipping hug-a-monkey Juneteenth assholes…
I say hit ’em all with a Flammenwerfer:
Man I was overweight then. Anyways… Not FedPoasting… just expressing my extreme displeasure and hoping that the perpetrators of such an evil premise of claiming shit like it’s “for the children” smell their own flesh as they burn to death. Tell you what, that line “for the children” is going to go down in history as one of the greatest PsyOps ever.
“Bless their heart!” is what Miss Marjorie would say. Me? Fuck their asses to the deepest parts of Satan’s Anus. I hope they burn. Go over and ‘show some love’ to Miss Marjorie on the store FB page if you have it: Link HERE
So after wishing her well, and telling her that I’d be writing this up, we went on to the next museum, The Marietta History Center. Which then led up on our way there to a quick detour.
I saw a A-7 Corsair off to my right while sitting at an intersection. It was mounted on a pillar, like on display. Gretchen thought it was like another park and such, so we kept going… Until we started passing the Lockheed Martin aircraft plant. I turned around because I had a hunch.
An F-14, an A-4, an A-6, and the A-7. The F-14 is impressive b/c of the Globull War on Stupidity, because Iran has/had F-14s, the DotMil took and like destroyed the remaining ones. It was because of an embargo on F-14 parts to keep Iran from being able to maintain their F-14s. This is part of the reason they were retired and the whole reason none are flyable. Once retired the airplanes were shredded along with all spare parts as a black market developed getting those parts to Iran.
Which personally I think is a pile of shit.
Iran could easily reverse engineer pieces/parts of the F-14s they have, even if the shit was broke. Personally, I think it has more to do with the F-35 being the flying (or rather non-flying) turducken/brick. They had to shred the remaining F-14s as it would have been easier, cheaper and been a WAY better aircraft than that fucking overly expensive turd.
More DotGov/DotMil procurement shenanigans per usual…
Anyways… it was awesome to see these glorious things:
God I love the Tomcat…
Then there was the AC-130B model:
#10 out of 2600 off the assembly line.
Interestingly, ‘Ghost Rider’ did NOT have the 105mm cannon. Not sure if that was intentional or if that was ‘added on’ to later edition(s). It might have been removed maybe? It did have the twin 7.62mm minis, the twin 20mm minis, and the twin Bofors 40mm guns… Even without the Arty, that’s a lot of hate to bring to a party…
Then there was the FIRST YC-141B model. The original C-141 was 40 feet shorter… that was the “A” model. This particular C-141, built in 1967, was cut up in 1977, and had two sections, ‘added’ to the fuselage. That made it a ‘stretched’ 141 or in this case, a “YC” test bed. They literally ran it to death, and when they realized it could work as a longer plane with way more cargo/troop capacity, the YB-141B became the standard as of 1982.
This particular one was retired after all it’s testing was completed, and ended up here, slowly being restored over a 13 year period. It had over 34000 flight hours when it retired. That’s saying something.
By this time, Gretchen who’d been hiding in the car, wanted to hit her museum. Fair is fair after all, so we mounted up, only to find out the Brumby Museum was closed for Labor Day.
Oops.
Guess we’ll be headed back there at a later date. A consolation prize was to go to the Marietta History Museum. They have an extensive collection of ALL sorts of ‘cool stuff’ and has a reputation for being haunted. I can see why as some of the artifacts are from things that happened in the Civil War or better known as The War of Northern Aggression. According to stories/legends The only reason that Marietta wasn’t put to the torch during Sherman’s March to the Sea was that he (Sherman) had his girlfriend who lived there.
Didn’t want to piss off his squeeze I suppose.
The museum was impressive. What -I- didn’t know is they have one of the largest collections of firearms in the Southeast. Which included a personal fave:
C’mon Baby Light my Fire!
Along with other old friends:
The M-60… Humped that bastard in Basic. Pre-SAW days.
Now, there was a slight Issue that cropped up when I looked at the ‘stuff thru the ages’ displays. The first pic starts, from Left to Right, WW2 Parachutist Uniform and Gear, WW2 Dress Uniform, Korean War dress uniform, VietNam Marine Dress Blues:
then Gulf One (Chocolate Chips Uniform), and finally, Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Therein lies the problem. Can any of y’all see what made me go “Whoa!” in the OIF Case? It’s not readily obvious, unless you were a 19K on an Abrams. I’ll zoom in on it:
That’s a SABOT round. What appears to be a live fucking SABOT round. The reason I know this? There’s a couple.
1) The blue sabot petals themselves are blue, which is what allows a quick and dirty ID of a training live round as opposed to a ‘warshot’ Depleted Uranium round.
2) The Sabot Penetrator is Black, not Gold. Black means it’s a tungsten steel penetrator. It’ll still fuck up some armor, but it’s not the golden bee-bee of a DU warshot.
3) Lastely, and what tells me it’s a live round, is the outer shell casing color. That matte-gray/silver. It’s combustible. The only thing left when you fire either a Warshot or Practice round is the Aft-Cap. Saves room, weight and whatnot rather than kicking a big assed piece of brass back into the turret after it’s fired.
Plus there’s this from the General Dynamics Website:
…and it’s Warshot Brother:
At the time, it didn’t “click” with me… I do know it did not have a “INERT” label on it. Add on that when I zoomed in, and looked at the Travel/Packing Case at the top of the display case?
“1-CARTRIDGE, 120MM TPCSDS-T: M865” That marking “TPCSDS-T” which stands for Target Practice, Cone Stabilized, Discarding Sabot-Tracer
Which is exactly what’s in the case.
I brought it up to the old gentleman Docent who was manning the desk, but as I figured, he didn’t have a clue. He did tell me though that it’s been sitting there since about 1996. That would be why it’s slightly different from the one on the GD website now. Minor upgrades and whatnot I figure.
However, having ‘thrown’ a PILE of those during my brief time as a Jedi Tanker, I know that fucker is live. It’s not too dangerous…
HOWEVER
Explosives don’t age well. They (like me) get grumpier as they age. If the museum has a power outage for extended time periods, no AC, gets reaaaally hot… the temperature variations aren’t so good for Ka-Boomy-Boom ‘stuff’. The round itself is electrically fired, so dropping it IF the ‘internal stuff’ isn’t already ‘feeling poopy’ it should be OK.
But let’s just say for the sake of weirdness, that the display case lighting shorts or gets an unexpected power surge… Hell, a random ‘Act-of-God’ lightening strike on the building…
Having a pissed off 120mm Cone Stabilized, Discarding Sabot-Tracer fire off? Randomly?
This is a thing of Badness.
Like Danny Vermin would say “It shoots through schools, through the tree outside…” In this case? It’ll shoot through Anything in the way. It’s gonna get punched like a motherfucker. This thing is designed to kinetically take out a tank FFS.
So today I called and let the Marietta Cops know.
Which apparently wasworthless. Their response after a well done explanation? Well, they are going to”…follow up with museum staff.” on Teusday.
Who I already approached and had NO FUCKING CLUE.
The next stop is the 789th EOD Unit based in Fort Benning, right up the street. And no, I won’t call it anything BUT Benning. Fuck them leftists hard. Do not comply Aye? I tried today but they’re still on a DONSA (day of no scheduled activities) so I’ll call the 1st Shirt on Monday, and explain the local fuzz AND the museum don’t know what they have.
They need to know either way. Especially since it means -some- slick motherfucker managed to steal a LIVE 120mm fucking round and get it off base. INCLUDING its travel tube…
They freeze dry people for shit like that, and bury them UNDER Leavenworth from my understanding… not for nothing I sort of admire someone with stones that big, but that being said? Even -I- wouldn’t fuck around with ordinance THAT fucking potent.
Sorry-Not-Sorry Unknown Thieving Joe.
Having now talked bout that ordinance, let’s talk about my donation from one of you Awesome Readers:
I had to clear off some space, but man… That’s pretty! That is an AT-3 Maketa 9M14P Soviet made ‘Sagger’ Anti-Tank Wire Guided Missile. Completely INERT and gutted.
I mounted a small section of picatinny rail underneath it, and used a $10 bipod to get it displayed properly.
It’s absolutely awesome no question.
Now…
I got to go make dinner for the crew. I hate to cut this short as there were other aspects of the trip that I need to go into… but that’s for the next time. Hope you enjoyed and I’ll keep you in the loop on the 120mm toy…
Greetings! Getting out of Dodge for a weekend. Headed North for a while, but will have my itty-bitty tablet to keep up with the news, so I’ll be back in Monday unless something BIG breaks loose.
I mean packing even for a 100 mile distance during this questionable time makes for a heavy load.
Also: Another Series that was mentioned in the comments that I HIGHLY recommend: Blue Eyed Samurai
Anime style animation, written and directed by a French Couple of all things… a half-breed female Samurai… don’t take that as a negative. Great storyline, unreal graphics.
Greetings! Not going to go too deeply into it, but caught a “The Drinker Recommends” episode from our favorite Drunken Scottish Movie/Show reviewer, and decided to give the show in question a shot.
Started off at 8pm/22:00 on Episode One, Season One.
It’s now 0100. Yeah it’s that fucking cool/good
Basic Storyline: 14th Century South Korea + Zombies + Political Intrigue = Loads of Binge Watching Pleasure.
I needed a mental break As I’ve stated, been under a lot of pressure lately. This provided the needed break for me quite nicely. Exceptionally well done I have to say… South Korea is definitely a ‘comer’ when it comes to movies and TV as of late… just make sure to turn off the subtitles, and let the Engrish Verbiage work, otherwise it’s out of synch. Netflix has it, so off you go!!!
Check it out. I have to work, so I’m off to bed. As the Drinker would say,
Greetings and Salutations! Sorry for a bit of a prolonged absence. Been emotionally drained like you read about. Saturday Afternoon was Cowboy’s wife Kim’s Memorial Service. Gretchen and I both attended, and it was really really nice, with a LOT of people there and some good catered BBQ (great brisket BTW).
It was tough though.
Cowboy’s aged hard in the past two months. He said he’s doing OK but I worry. Purely hated seeing him all fucked up like that.
Takes a bit out of me yannow?
So Sunday was a mental health day. Which I extended into Monday as for whatever reason, I was completely mentally and I dunno? Spiritually? wiped out? I clocked into People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, but did the barest minimum to justify my hours for the day. Between the Commissar demands as of late, the abusive Clients, and just the overall “I’m not paid enough for this shit!” attitude that I’ve developed, well, all I can say is bring on the Sweet Meteor O’Death!
PLEASE
Even my minion is feeling the grind. Too much happening, not enough space to recover, working project to project, and having moar dumped on us on the regular. The new gig? I turned it down. Got word that damned near everything they had been telling me was bullshit. Glassdoor was very helpful in that regard.
So, on the Krainian side, Simplicius has a fascinating update regarding drone warfare. In that the Russians have started fielding Fiber Optic Guided Drones or FOG-D’s as I’ll refer to them here.
Seems that, depending on the size of the spool, they have upwards of a 5-10km (3-6 mile range) as the FO wire/cable ‘unspools’ behind the drone:
That, per the pic is a Kraut HMX drone.
Seems that FOG-Ds are not affected by Electronic Warfare. EW suites are designated and designed to block the radio signals on specific wavelengths to either ‘spoof’ the drone or ‘block the signal’ which renders it inoperative.
Also, in that there is no radio interference at all, the signal is faaaar crisper and cleaner if you will at the transmission/receiving end, as seen in this pic:
What I find interesting is that waaaay back in 1996 I heard about a program that the Army was looking into to replace my weapons system, the BGM-71B TOW, the Tube Launched Wire Guided Missile system:
THAT was my bread and butter back in the day. With the OLD thermal sight on top (waaaaay obsolete by todays standards).
There were whispers that the FOG-M or as it started being called in 1998, the EFOG-M was back on the table (1994/95) as a new weapons system designed to replace the TOW…. This was around the same time when I’d been told us 11-Hotels were on the ‘endangered MOS list’ so I dun went and lern’t whut I done could about this here new-fangled toy… got to stay ahead of the power curve Aye? Maybe get an early ‘place at the table’ right?
Originally, the base version, the Fiber Optic Guided Missile (FOG-M) was thought up in 1988, and was cancelled in 1990. Then around 1994, the DoD/Army put out a request to re-open the idea of a FO guided missile.
This was the EFOG-M or Enhanced FOG-M. They essentially took a standard TOW missile, specifically the motor, of a BGM-71 TOW missile, had a TV camera in the nose and a fiber-optic cable instead of the regular guiding wire that spooled out from the ass as it flew downrange. The Fiber Optic cable acted as a data link which transmitted the camera’s image to the gunner (hopefully moi), who could then send commands to the missile to the target.
It also was a vertical launch system as seem by the few pics of it:
It had the ability to pack 8!!! missiles on one vehicle which was designated the XM-44. The range was an insane 15km (9.3 miles!) and could be fired from a full defilade! That means they could dig a deep hole, and fire it out-of-sight-out-of-mind, and still plaster enemy targets. It alsohad ‘instant repeatability’ meaning the second you smoked ONE tank you could fire another missile and guide it in… The targeting system was NLOS (Non-Line-Of-Sight). It relied on a map overlay of where you were firing from w/GPS, and then the camera itself on the missile and the skill of the gunner to guide it in…
And as an ‘added plus’ it was a ‘top down killer’ which meant it came down from ‘on-high’ thru the roof of an MBT/APC where the armor purely sucks as we’ve seen oh so frequently in the Krain on both sides.
Considering the TOW only had an ‘official range’ of 3750m, or 2.3 miles, although I have heard <ahem ahem> of Really Good Gunners Hitting out at 4400m. Either way, at the time, the TOW looked like it was on it’s way out.
THEN ‘things’ happened.
Somehow the TOW got a second ‘lease on life’ and a newer sight system, as well as a new MGS (Missile Guidance System). The famous picture from the Narang Valley in Konar Province Afghanistan shows the latest and greatest variant of the M220 SABER TOW System:
Either way… I’m sure money changed hands on many sides to keep the venerable TOW around despite the glaringly obvious advantages the EFOG-M has/had. Whomever made that decision should be killed out of hand.
After this and the ‘latest and greatest’? They might be thinking/rethinking the idea…
The again, Meh… Who am I shitting? The DoD changing their ossified retard ways? Never gonna happen Aye?
But the whole point to this is we’re seeing a generational jump in the past two years of Ground Warfare. Don’t want to get into the whole ‘who’s ackchully winning’ or ‘I don’t believe drones could carry those weights’ or any of the other stupid out there.
Fact of the matter is, the Azerbaijan vs Armenian war, or better known as the ‘Second Nagorno-Karabakh War’ drones played an integral part in spotting ‘troops in the open’ for both sides. I saw some of the earliest Drone Footage in that war and was truly horrified as to the whole “you can run, but you can’t hide” aspect of a Drone’s invasive observational capacity regarding scouting, and laying fire on troops/infantry. No need to have a Arty-Spotter… nope… just throw a Chineseum drone up, and let it sneak and peak at a distance, and bring the Hate.
First it was just Drones for Observational Capabilities. “We can see you!” THEN it became “Hey we can mount an RPG Warhead on this and take out vehicles!” After THAT, it was “Wow! We can drop grenades on dudes w/this!” After a while it became “We have Swarms of AI Guided Flying Fucking Bombs. You can run, but you will only die tired Tovarisch!” And as of late: “We have drones that even your most advanced Anti-Drone Tech cannot stop. Surrender now. Resistance is Futile.”
Being an ‘old Grunt’ from the ‘old school’ I’m fucking glad I’m out of that particular Infantry Based game now. In fact I’m doing, with Sapper some seriously pointed studies on Anti-Drone ‘stuff’ due to the extreme civilian/police/andd DotMil Proliferation.
This’s one Genie which ain’t going back in the Bottle any time soon. Hell, perusing the 3D Print pages, (quick aside: I need to finish getting my printer back up and running. It’s not broken per se… It’s that I got a newer design print head that I just haven’t had time to install. I got the fucker apart, but haven’t had the time to rebuild and install the new one. ) But yeah, the 3D pages these days are positively flooded with prop designs, body designs… you name it, Drone-Wise, it’s out there, and the ‘functional parts’ are readily and cheaply available.
Greetings And Salutations! Yep. “Play Stupid Games/Win Stupid Prizes!” was definitely that days phrase. My fault there to say the least but my biggest concern at the time was the absolute open hostility towards us as “them damned Florida People!”. Almost every. single. authority figure from the lowest beat-cop to the Judge who fucking took us to the cleaners and ruined us over Adriana, there’s some for-real Appalachian Hate for anything and everything Florida.
Gatlinburg was a one-off as the place relies on goodwill towards the touristas. The occasional ‘plucking’ of them via scurrilous speed traps not withstanding of course. Other places? Man, I’m just glad no one keyed or otherwise damaged our ride. It was that blatant.
Anyways… it’s over, the car has been registered legit since within a week of the ‘incident’ and I take it under advisement that one thing I found out, is those license plate scanners really do work and are connected into everything. THAT is what initiated the stop. Lil Miss Piggy’s plate-scanner ‘dinged’ to her that something was amiss with our plate. THEN when she pulled me over, and she got squirreled out when she realized that I wasn’t the expected 89 year old male behind the wheel… it went all downhill from there.
Like I said though, the whole intrusiveness of that encounter… that the Pig-in-Question kneweverything about the car, the owner, every-fucking-thing ALL by just driving behind us for less than two minutes! So, I guess it’s “Welcome to The Pan-Opticon!” where we’re supposed to own nothing, eat ze bugs, and be happy.
Fuck That.
As far as Ze Bugs however… I finally got around to making Sapper a pizza tonight. I’ve increased my learning curve, and things are getting better(er). It turned out exceptionally well again as you can see:
This time I utilized my rolling pin, which assisted greatly in forming the dough out and into a nice round shape. Again, 2min, 45seconds to cook. The pepperonis are the Hormel ‘thick cut’ variants, and as you can see have a nice cupped/curl to them with minor searing on them, which added to the overall flavor. Another plus is the pizza stone inside the machine is beginning to get a wee bit seasoned as well, so that’s good. After Sapper and Gretchen got their feed on, I got to have mine. The pizza (mine when I made it) of course drew the absolute diehard attention of The Sausage Princess:
Talk about concentration. I swear her head didn’t move, and she didn’t blink at all. Her ears and eyes say it all.
She’s called The Sausage Princess for a major reason, and that is in part that food to her is like Crack to an Addict. She positively loves her some pizza…
Moving on, the DNC, i.e. the “DemoncRat’s Notional Coven” meeting is finally over. I didn’t watch any of it, except when I had to endure clips of shit that people were banging on on Twitter… I didn’t hear nor see if the “Killeroid” aka “Miss Arkancide 1998” showed up… I did hear that Bill showed up, but I’m guessing that was in exchange for some Krainian Hookers and a 1/2kilo of really good blow… Hunter probably was jealous… “Big Mike” also took the stage at one point from my understanding and uttered, according to pundits, some of most tone-deaf shit about her parents saying that “…they didn’t trust anyone who took more than they needed” or words to that effect.
This from a Nigger with over 100 million dollars in real Property that stretches from Hawaii to Cape Cod in some of the most exclusive zip codes in the world. BLM: (buy Lots of Mansions) Thy Name is Big Mike. That and “Pot, this’s the Kettle, You’re a NIGGER!” succinctly wraps that up Aye? I also found a supposed picture of it/her/him wearing a necklace:
No idea if that’s photoshop or not, but either way, it’s funny.
Then, just another aside from the whole “Tampon Timmah The Blue Falcon/Buddy Fucker Stolen Valor Recipient” I realized that the Tampon (which shall be his name here from now on for brevity, and that I also like calling him a Tampon.) anyways, Tampon Timmah? He never did, outside of a 6 Month “deployment” to Vincenza Italy, any real deployments in a 24 year Nasty Girl Career. That means if he “retired” in 2006 as stated, he never did anything of ‘substance’ in the entirety of his worthless career, outside of dodging the ONE deployment that was needed.
Retired in 2006, means 24 years back, he joined in 1982+/-. He was a cannon Cocker aka Field Artillery. His service is “24 years” as everyone points out.
HOWEVER That’s “Guard/Reserve Years” Not active duty years. In actual credible Active Duty AKA “Real Time” he served a total of 4.1 years ‘in boots’… how I got that number I explain:
NG/Reservists only get credit for actualtime in uniform.
Meaning they earn ‘points to retirement’ for one point per day of ‘drill’ meaning each day they’re in Uniform, and serving. Now my understanding is that Tampon was nota ‘full time NG’ member. THOSE guys/gals are the ones who literally are National Guard, but work it like a ‘regular soldier’ 9-5/365 days a year. That’s a whole different catagory, and I’ll leave that be as it could confuse the issue.
Nope, Tampon was the “One Weekend a Month, 2 weeks a Year” type of Troop. Nothing wrong with that mind you, but there is a certain amount of ‘looking down on’ by the Active Duty kids. Especially since guys like Timmah love to flaunt the rank and years as if it was a full-time gig.
Breaking it down: If Tampon did the standard Boot Camp/AIT (Artillery School) at Fort Sill, he would have been a National Guard on Active Duty for pay and counting on it for his veterans status. I’ll get into that in a minute (Veteran Status that is). In Tampon’s case, he had 18 weeks (+/-) of Basic AIT which is: 126 Days of Active Duty.
His “drill times” which is the “One Weekend a Month, 2 weeks a Year” works out extremely roughly to about: 50 Days of Active Duty per year credited.
So without his Italian Deployment to Vincenza, (6 Months according to sources, 182 days +/-) at this point, just using the Much Vaunted 24 years (minus the 6 months which was about 182 days as I stated before), with the formula being roughly 50 days per year AD times X24 years equals = 1200 days of AD, then subtract the the -25 days (6 months = 25 days, half of 50 for that year of 2003 worth of drills) which leaves us with a total number of (equals) = 1175 days of AD. Now, we then have to add the Italian trip, which adds +182 days to his AD total which means he did about a total of: = 1357 Days of Active Duty
which includes the “Deployment” in Italy. Divide that by 365 days for one year, and you get: 3.7 years +/- IN TOTAL ACTIVE DUTY that Tampon served.
And yes, I call that “deployment” that all the ‘tards are ranting about a fucking “trip.”
The primary reason being is Vincenza Italy is about as far from a “Hardship Tour” as you can fucking get. It’s home to the 173rd Airborne, and located in the Northeast of Italy. Its really close to Venice:
It’s a location most troops would kill to be stationed at.
Hell, I passed through it to fuel up on a vay-kay I took to Venice with my hawt German Girlfriend at the time… I rented a car, and we drove from Hohenfels in Bavaria to Venice and back. VERY romantical. Vincenza was on the way, so I used it as a Log Site to ‘rearm’ (the food) and refuel the vehicle. Saved me the USD by doing so as the economy was like waaaay more expensive, especially for fuel, even back then…
While I was passing through, -I- inquired at a few Infantry units there on “How do I sign up for this place and ditch my chickenshit outfit?” and was told to “…fuck off, we’re full!” It’s gorgeous there. EVERYBODY in EUCOM back then wanted ‘in’ there… and Still do from my understanding.
And considering this fuckup (Tampon) was at least an E-7, possibly an E-8 at the time? I, as well as ALLLLL the other troops out there know that SFC/Master Sgt. “Balless” Walz wasn’t toting a weapon nor guarding/patrolling a post while there. In fact I’d put a $10,000 bet that his fat ass was sitting in Air Conditioning somewhere doing absolutely nothing and more than likely doing a four-day work week and taking looong meandering tours of the various locales and attractions while the troops were doing “grunt stuff”.
The reason I know is that’s damned near what happened every. single. time. we had a Notional Girl troop show up to ‘augment’ us at Hohenfels in Germany. The guys E-6 and below would be out ‘doing the do’ with us, while the orificers and senior enlisted skated and hid out. It’s also the reason that there have been zero pictures of that particular “deployment” released by Tampon, as the majority of them would show him on a US Taxpayer Vay-Kay to Italy, while his troops did the shit-work of actually guarding the base.
Any takers on that bet?
Didn’t fucking think so. So in summation, Tampon had about a grand sum total of (being generous on my part) 4 years of actual in-boots functional Active Duty.
I’m pretty sure some of y’all have boots that served long and with more honor and distinction. In fact, I have a pair of UnderArmour Brown Issue boxer-skivvies that surprisingly are still fully mission capable and THEY have more time in Iraq and Afghanistan, nevermind Kuwait and Guantanamo than Tampon has:
No exaggeration on this… The X-wife gave those to me December of 2003 for my deployment. Turns out when I went to get it, I found the other pair (they came in a 2 x pack). The waist band is slightly worn, but otherwise, ZERO holes/overstretch/wear on either pair. They’ve outlasted quite a few other pairs of UnderArmour as well. The secret to them?
They were made in the United States. As part of the acquisition model, it used to be that ALL US DotMil equipment had to be sourced and made in the Big Ole U-S-of-A. THESE were a quality make from back then. THEN UA started outsourcing their shit to Viet Nam and the like, and the longevity and quality went right out the window and down the shitter.
So yep. I literally have drawers that have seen and participated in MOAR Combat than that fucking fag “Balless” Walz, AKA Tampon Timmah, the Blue Falcon/Buddy Fucker Stolen Valor Recipient did.
“Seen Combat” as being defined as those drawers “being filled with my piss and/or shit during some particularly close calls” in Iraq in particular. By the time I made Affy, I was an ‘old hand’ and really didn’t even flinch at ‘stuff’ anymore… But either way, from my POV? No shame it it either… the first couple of times are seriously asshole-clenchers or relievers… all depends on the particular circumstances at that particular moment… the Helo Crash in particular was a ‘brown pants moment’ as I recall… anyways…
SO that’s where I stand on that. And for what I mentioned about Veterans Status? Well, in order to be considered a Veteran (post 1980 when they changed things):
According to the Veterans Affairs (VA), the number of days of active duty required to be considered a veteran depends on when you served:
Before September 7, 1980: You must have served at least 90 days, including at least one day during a covered wartime period.
After September 7, 1980: You must have served at least 24 months, or the full period for which you were called to active duty, including at least one day during a covered wartime period. There are some exceptions to this requirement. For example, if you were discharged for a hardship or reduction in force, you may only need to serve at least 90 days. If you were discharged for a service-connected disability, you may need to serve less than 90 days.
So that’s what I was talking about there.
Now, to close out for tonight, a bit of comedy gold I found on YouTube. The guy who put it up goes by the handle Atozy, and his content isn’t too bad. Mostly random shit and mentioning and talking about idiots on the web… In this case? Well…. you have to watch it to believe it:
Greetings And Salutations! OK… a loooong couple of days. NOW I can talk about ‘things’ so to speak. Specifically, the rather cryptic arrest I had back in May. Sit back as this’s going to be a bit of a long read.
The background: Waaaaay back in the bad times when we were ‘doing the do’ of fighting to get Adriana back here with us, I got pulled over when we were transiting Gatlinburg Tennessee. It was one of ‘our weekends’ with her, (court-ordered visitation) so when we had her, we tended to try and go out and do an ‘adventure’ so’s to ‘imprint’ some positive memories for what they were worth.
We ended up in this case doing a day trip to Gatlinburg to go to “Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies”. A really neat place IMO. I had my doubts as it was a “Ripley’s” chain, however, it turned out that it was actually a blast.
They have a large underwater transit tube so you can look up at the fishies overhead. Addy really loved that. However, The place was positively packed and so because of the crowd, I tended to hump her on my shoulders in some of the high-density crowd areas, which also, as you can see, let her get a “BCE-High View”…
She was fascinated by the whole thing.
She, as you can see seemed to understand “Shark=Bad” Leastways toofus-wise.
While transiting the town going hither and yon, I got pulled over while on this particular jaunt. First time in like years I got hit for speeding, but Gatlinburg, besides being known for Dollywood and other various Touristy Places, they’re renowned for their speed traps.
55mph down to 25mph in like 50 yards. Fucking nice Aye? Ain’t no way you’re doing that unless you positively slam on the brakes, and possibly have the asshole who’s tailgating you eat your rear bumper right?
So I got ‘tagged’ and went through the motions.
Turns out having my Florida Drivers License having the “Disabled Veteran” status on it helped out, as I got off with a warning. The cop was also cool enough to let me know that my registration sticker was expired!
THAT I never realized.
There’s a couple of reasons for that: See, my credit has been shytte for a while now. After Iraq? It was great. Lots of $$$ = Lots of Credit.
Then ‘divorce’ and ‘reasons’ Then I finally started to rebuild it. Things were looking up. New Life/New Wife and Look! Grandbabies!
Then Gretchen got arrested for Attempted Murder/Assault w/A Deadly Weapon on Dumbcunt, and that particular setback fucked me up back to stage one credit-wise. And yeah… for all those fuckers who call me a grifter and shit for asking for help in the past? I don’t post about 3/4 of the shit this family has gone through regarding financial issues. Nor do I even ask if it’s something I know I can handle. SO as I’ve said before, go fuck yourself for talking about shit you have no fucking clue about. I pray you die horribly in a fire, watching your children (preferably small) crying out and cursing you as they die before you… sorry for the rant-tangent.
TBH, I can’t remember if I ever talked about it, but during a ‘hand off’ with Addy and Dumbcunt right before the custody thing (this was the cause of it we found out later) as we were retrieving her (Addy) from a visitation, DC was highly belligerent/agitated moreso than her usual psycho-self. Well, she went and got stupid. Like ‘handsy’ belligerent/aggressive and Gretchen ended up ‘tuning her up’ with my Combat ASP baton… Thankfully I wasn’t present as part of the issue was she punched her 79 year old Grandmother (Gretchen’s Mom) in the face, and that is when Gretchen when “full on Shithouse” on DC. TBH I’m really glad/sort of mad I wasn’t there, as I, per Florida Statute 784.08 which covers assault and battery on people 65 and older, (a third degree felony) I could have put two rounds in her rotten casaba, and that would have been that, except for washing the brains off the driveway. Instead, we got Gretchen arrested for not killing her…
a wee bit of DC bloodspatter… I wish there was more…
The problem was is that DC managed to spin a pretty good yarn for the Bulldyke Deputy who went all in and arrested Gretchen instead of the fucking known felon with a record. Methinks the Bulldyke had plans for later, which were only reinforced when she showed up looking for DC a day AFTER the arrest… instead of doing a call to the victim to say “Hey your assaulter was cut loose/made bail”, said-Dyke showed up to the In-Laws house where DC was staying to deliver the message in person in a clear violation of protocol… I think she looking for some canyon-yodeling payback for letting her (DC) get away with the shit that she did… namely assault and battery on both Gretchen and her Elderly Grandmother… goddamned corrupt fucking Dyke-Cunt-Cop.
ANYwho… Sorry for the digression, but that shit still sticks in my craw.
Anywonder why I want/dream of being able to go on a killing spree of “The Deserving”?
So, back to cases as it were… since Ye Olde Credite Sucketh, Gretchen’s Dad, who has like prefect credit, signed for a loan for us to get “NewCar”. That means I pay all the bills/insurance and maintenance, and it’s registered in his name. And therein lies the problem.
Let me ask you: Raise your hand IF you get in a car, your car, any car and the first thing, second thing, hell… does it even cross your mind IF it’s registration is good or not?
I can tell you that for me? Notsofuckingmucho. ESPECIALLY since any and all notifications go to Dad. If -I- don’t get the paperwork? It’s not on the radar. Well it seems that the reminder that “Hey, you owe the King his tithe!” paperwork (i.e. the registration/taxes and fees) went to Dad, who promptly forgot about it. Mind you, I don’t blame him… he’s 87 years old FFS. Y’all long-time readers here know what we’ve been dealing with with them (my in-laws, God love’em)…
So since “Occifer Friendly” gave me the warning and a tip that I best get that taken care of ASAP , as other jurisdictions in Tennessee –might not– be as cool about it, I went home and did what came naturally.
Seeing that there was no way in Hell we were going to be back in Florida anytime soon, and that Dad, who barely can make it to the shitter without help, and since there was just no way to remedy this until we got home. Mind you this was in February of 2023?
I faked it. I went online, grabbed a ‘current known good‘ registration sticker and printed it up. Then I sealed it in plastic…as in full-on lamination, with enough of an edge so water wouldn’t discolor the inkjet, and then superglued it onto the plate.
I mean fuck it I got more important shit to be worrying about at the time. (WARNING: Digression #789234562 ahead)
Plus in doing this? It harkened back to the Good Old Days of being in the Army, and utilizing “Delrina Forge-A-Form” as we used to call it. Back in the earlydays of the new DotCom Army, they had a primitive program called “Delrina Fill-A-Form” which allowed us to fill out forms (1348A, 3161s and the like) and print them up, get signatures, and then utilize them. It made life waaaay easier than to do the old hand-jam/type in triplicate mode of yesteryear…
It didn’t take me and Little Country (that’s when we were on active duty working together, running the Spec-4 Mafia) to realize that copies of the forms with the ‘proper signatures’ opened a whole new wide world of Next Level Scrounging to us.
Yeah, we were innovators of sorts for the time…
This was done by procuring xeroxable clear Acetate. We then went around to the various Companies/Battalions/Division(s) even as necessary, to their “Order Boards” and stole the latest “Order of the Day”/Change of Command” or whatever posted paper-copies that were pinned to the board for general distribution. ANYTHING with an Occifer’s actual signature at the bottom.
We’d then go back to the 4 Shop, and copy that order specifically for the signature block onto the clear Acetate. After which, depending on IF the orders-in-question would be ‘missed’, we’d return them. More often than not, back then? Not so much.
Once, we made the copy, We’d then cut out the “SigBlock” onlywith actual Signature at the bottom and keep it in a small 3X5 card Box. When we needed something, say from DRMO which used to stand for the Defense Reutilization Marketing Office which is where the majority of surplus shit the Army is shitcanning comes from, we’d fill out the appropriate form(s) and then at the bottom, put the appropriate signature block on clear acetate at the bottom, and run off however many copies we needed.
Depending on what we were acquiring, we’d use the appropriate rank(s) as needed. Very Rarely did anyone call to follow up if the paperwork was a legitimate request. That’s just the way things were done back then. And another aside to an already overlong side-story: DRMO has a new name last I heard, but yeah, this worked like a fucking charm. At one point for Shits, Grins and Giggles, we had the CG of 1st CavDiv, Major General (MG) David D. McKiernan’s SigBlock.
Never used it, but still… cool to have.
So yeah, this was easy-peasy for me.
Not so good though was that when I got pulled over earlier this year in May? The overzealous Pig who busted me, and figured out the sticker-wasn’t-a-sticker severely overcharged me with a fucking felony. The link to the day after is HERE. I kept my yap shut until now, as man, I had no choice. I got hit with a charge, for one bullshit itty-bitty faked up sticker with “Counterfeiting License Plates”
Even the D.A. was baffled. Told me that himself after the fact today…
My PD (Public Defender) did a great job. I ended up getting a misdemeanor, $100 fine, court costs and I alreadydid the paperwork to get it expunged. That gets mailed on payday. Thankfully, The D.A. was prior service and did me a solid, but I will say, I was seriously sweating the felony bullshit. What really fucking frosts my cake is that I was nothing but professional, polite and co-operative with the Red Headed fucking Power-Hunger Piglet Female. As in the poast linked above, she didn’t even have the balls/ovaries to perform the arrest itself. If I had been a total cock, I could see ‘stacking bullshit charges’… but in this case? Fuck her forever.
She’s made my perma-shitlist to say the least.
I just hope she runs in to some PCP/Meth-Jacked Nigger with a Knife who wants to play “Lets rape and skin the Female Cop” in the near future…. the town/A.O. she works in? There’s about an 70-30 chance of that happening… and it couldn’t happen to a nicer cunt.
So all’s well that ends well… it’ll take me a few to get through the fine(s) but even then, the D.A. reduced ALL of them. TOTAL solid from dude TBH. Granted, a total dropping of the charges would have been even better, but according to my PD, the judge in this case? That wasn’t on the table. But what he did do over and above? He lessened the $$$ pain. Normally the fee for a PD is $200, they hit me for $100. Court costs? The same. The fine is the minimum possible. Less than $400 with a payment program at $50 a month. Like I said, the guy did right by me for what he had to deal with. I blame the swine.
So then, the other thing I got for tonight: This’s MY fault for missing it. I’m late on a reader request as I’ve been SO distracted and busy lately.
I am to blame, so Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Maximo Mea Culpa!
Long time reader/commenter ‘Jay Anon’, AKA Joe Peters is a fellow 11H10, Heavy Anti-Armor Infantryman. I was surprised to find this out, as those of us who graduated from Lee Field are pretty fucking rare, as the MOS in the 90s started dying out, and was done by 1998. 1996 is when I got involuntarily reclassed to 19K (tread-head). We never crossed paths which is odd, but not unheard of. Joe OTOH got the fuck out, seeing the writing on the Clintonista Wall back around when I got reclassed.
Joe reached out as he got hit with Cancer.
I have a special place in my heart for folks who got hit like that. And apparently, the VA ain’t doing shit per usual. So yeah, he asked if I could put up the GiveSendGo, which I of course said yes to. The Link is HERE. I threw $40 to him tonight, and on payday, I’m throwing a Cee-Note as I will finally can, and I’d appreciate any help you all can spare. I’m adding it to my Sidebar and I’m sweetening the Deal.
The first three folks who donate $200 get a “Battery Holder Claymore”
as a personal thanks from me. It’s not much, but it’s the least I can do, as no one outside of like 3-4 donations so far has/have helped out my Bro. Colors may vary, but hey, it’s utterly unique.
The first three will be defined as “In the Donated Column” and with an email to me at BCE187th@protonmail.com After that, if anyone does the same, I’ll see what I can do, because as of now, the 3D printer is down, and I haven’t gotten it back up and running. If people go nuts, I’ll figure -something- out, as I always do.
I’ve also packaged up all of the ‘stuff’ that Gretchen didn’t use in the “BCE Anti-Cancer Protocol” and am getting ready to ship it on payday. Sorry for the extended delay Joe… it’s been a coupe of weeks yannow? Beyond that, I appreciate all of y’all.
Cancer is a pure-dee motherfucker.
NOT cool at all.
Thankfully, with y’alls help Gretchen Survived it. I survived it. HOPEFULLY Joe survives it. We’ll have to see.
Otherwise, besides my fun and games with the ‘Authorities’
it was still a BUSY day. Dad had a HUGE tree limb that fell during the last wind-storm in The Villages, and the tree guys wanted big $$$ to remove it. They (M&D) couldn’t get out of the driveway, not that that was a bad thing, as we don’t want Mom driving in her addled Pre-Alzheimer state, but still. I cut the fucker up and dragged it off.
A bit of a plus however: It sounds bad, but Dad told me ALL of his tools, to include the chainsaw are mine mine mine when he finally dies, so Hell… like I stated before, it sounds bad, but man… He was a professional mechanic who was Chevy/Ford/Chrysler certified, among them. There were a LOT more, but he owned and operated three auto repair/body shops in Clearwater/St. Pete until he sold them off and retired early to The Villages.
The garage is a man-cave Dream of top-end tools and whatnot.
And now they’re alllllllll mine (future tense)
There were other aspects to the day, but I’m calling it early. I’m wasted (physically and emotionally) and got-to-git So More Later Big Country
