Greetings and Salutations!
NOT a FedPost.
Not by far.
I wouldn’t encourage any sort of violence against our Benevolent Overlords and Betters…. those who wish to Guide Us via Their Eminence and Magnanimous Intellect and Experience…
HOWEVER
…and yeah, using the “Watchmen” version of this vidya is crazy appropriate as our current world isn’t too far off from the insanity of that particular Universe so to speak…
And yeah, I’m the fucking Comedian in that Flick…
Jes’ Sayin’
Watching it to the end, it brings to mind per The Master, Robert Heinlein’s “The Space Patrol” and its motto in Latin:
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Who in fact, these days does “watch” the “watchers”
No o ne as far as I can God-Damned see.
No one in any way, shape or form.
The bint in charge of FEMA (for now), one Deanne Criswell has been making statements about how people are mean and yucky, and that it’s making the people and STASI agents who work for her ‘uncomfortable’
“Criticism = Danger”
Only a Childless, Wine-Soaked Cat Lady who’s never suffered a single day of discomfort in the entirety of her worthless skin-bag life could come up with something so vain, so puerile, so obnoxious… Link to the fucking mindblowing cluelessness is HERE
It’s already getting waaaay worse:
The TL;DR:
Yeah.
As stated before by almost EVERYONE I link to on the sidebar:
No One Is Coming To Save You
EVER
ESPECIALLY from THIS particular variant of the Federal DotGov and it’s Corrupt Minions
Jes’ Sayin’
Self Extraction is the only option all we have left.
Case in point:
Sapper and Me.
We’re digging in and hunkering. It’s been a loooong couple of days too what with getting my hours in on the clock for work while also juggling preps. It’s been a bitch in some cases…
That dot marker on the ‘F’ in FishHawk is my house exactly when you drill allll the way down on the map… That’s the ‘projected path’ which means I’m getting my teeth kicked in metaphorically speaking.
Part of todays mission was picking up my meds from the VA. I got a call yesterday informing me my every-three-month Carcass Inspection on Thursday was cancelled and to call and reschedule. I brought up to the Nurse that it’d be smarter to fill my regular shit now as opposed to later, as who knows what’s coming or going here? A month w/out my meds?
Yeeeeah… I can’t have that going on… I means I won’t die if I miss out on them, but the docs get shitty if I don’t get them or fill the scripts. To the point I fill shit I don’t necessarily need, but have endless refills of. Let me know if any of y’all need any B-12 ok? So, the doc filled all my scripts, which meant Sapper and I went to get them. They were ready last night but I-75N was a parking lot
We waited until 10am as I figured we’d ‘squeeze in between’ the early-early Evacuees and the ‘Nooner’ folks, i.e. the people wh were Evaccing, but didn’t want to get caught in the normal Morning Commute people as well as the Early Morning “Raun Away! Run Away!” folks
Not that I blame them of course… this’s going to purely suck
Moving on…
Gas stations are out of gas -everywhere- (we’re good here) but my generator (20+ years old) despite being stored properly
refuses to start… it just might be dead-dead this time… dammit. It’s a 2.5k Sears and Roebuck branded Generator. Lil itty-bitty thing I got…. huh… wow… back in 1999 pre-Y2K when I thought we were going to need it! Which akchully makes it more like 25 years old! It was put up when I was in Iraq improperly by either the Ex or one of her relations. I don’t blame them at all b/c about three years ago when I stumbled across it in the garage (the garage was a fucking nightmare mess of shit to the point we got a ‘dumpster bag’ and got rid of a ton of bullshit)
Back then I ended up rebuilding the carb and getting it up and running. More to follow in a minute on that…
Like I was saying, we’re currently good on gas but people around here are getting scared and angry… The Enemedia is NOT helping the situation at ALL what with the Doomporn… They’re seriously hyping this up waaay beyond what is necessary. I say this because as when I went to get the cans filled, sumdood tried to get pushy/shitty with me.
He came up to me from two trucks back because I had walked up instead of driving up, and was standing in line as opposed to adding the truck to the shitshow. I took the two NATO cans and just got in line, and was walking up to the pump, as opposed to driving… any retard could have figured that out Aye?
But not this fucking moron.
According to him? He said “…’cos you ain’t in a vehicle, you couldn’t be in line without a vehicle, and that you need to go back to your truck, and then get in line!” (behind him which was readily apparent.) He was getting pretty heated too. Irrationally by my standards, so I bent down to place the cans on the ground to speak with this lunatic, and my shirt juuuust happened to ‘lift’ juuuust enough for him to see my ‘John Wilkes Booth’.
That’s my Bond Arms Derringer.
Sometimes it takes a .357 get the hint. I didn’t do anything overt or offensive, but I found it necessary to do what I did, as anyone who gets verbally confrontational with a guy my size MUST have a fucking screw loose). By ‘printing’ a wee bit, this dude backed the fuck off… rather quickly IMO which was a good thing. In fact when I turned to speak with this unpleasant individual after placing the cans down, he had left a man-sized smoke silhouette like in the cartoons I swear…
Shades of Wile E Coyote.
So then, after the fuel run, we tried to hit Aldi (a store chain originally out of England) and found that it’s already closed for the duration. We then tried Publix. It looks like locusts hit it. On the way into the Publix we had to go by “my” gas station (in that it’s the closest most frequented location) on the end of my street. It was open, but only has premium and maybe diesel left and was PACKED to the point they might have needed a cop for traffic control.
Speak of fuel and whatnot… a interesting thing we saw: On the way home we saw ‘cop lights’ coming up going Northbound on I-75, not in hi-pursuit but escorting -something- That in itself wasn’t the odd thing… we see shit like that everywhere, all the time right?
In this case, Sapper and I both thought “oversized load” until we saw it was Two Florida State Police Cruisers escorting a RaceTrac Fuel Truck!
THAT was a first in 20+ years and multiple -other- storms I’ve been through in the past. I’ve not seen an ‘armed escort’ ever here stateside… Mind you, I did see on Twitter a mention of a near-riot in or around Sarasota (south of me) that some asshole pulled a handgun and tried to hijack a gas truck that was trying to refuel a service station… Mind you also there’s been ZERO mention of anything like that on even the local news, so the Memory Hole is activated like a motherfucker I’m guessing. I’m personally not sure if I’m more worried about the memory hole or that things are already that potentially bad already. Time will tell.
Load another magazine and watch my lane I suppose…
Now as part of the errands, I finally got it started with a combo of Carb Cleaner and starter fluid. I purely hate using the starter fluid, but in this case? It’s 25 years old -anyways- so if it blew, it’d not be a big loss. It’s a Sears and Roebuck 2.5k that I think I spent $200 on in 1999…
I think what happened was when I drained everything and put it up last time around, I didn’t get ALL the gas out of the carb, so a wee bit went and got all lacquered up in there. Juuuust enough to make it difficult to fire up… So I sprayed down carb w/the cleaner, waited 5 minutes, hit it with the starter fluid, and it turned over. Immediately died, so I washed, rinsed and repeated. Took about 4-5 more times, with each interval of it running getting longer and longer, until the last one where it was doing that weird ‘thrum’ thing… run up normal, then down to almost stall… it gave a backfire, a large cloud of smoke, then smoothed out.
Ran it for 10 minutes, shut it down for ten, then w/OUT the starter fluid, tried it, and it started no issue! (It’s a pull-to-start, so I looked like I was trying to jerk off King Kong with GIANT fast pulls at one point I swear)
Only thing left now is to go get enough beer to get through the next few.
As far as the wife? She’s in a safer location. Gretchen is in The Villages unscrewing the Mom and Dad situation, and will be until further notice so she’ll be good. That leaves Sapper n’Me as an Ugly All Male Review I suppose… Seems that Mom went so bananas after being told she was being Baker Acted, that they ended up transferring her to one of the Nuthouses AKA “Behavioral Health Centers” as the PC Pukes would call them. A Baker Act being a 72 hour medical/psyche hold for evaluation, which she quite obviously failed.
The GREAT news out of this however is a Social Worker showed up and interviewed Dad and Gretchen, and offered up ALL THE SUPPORT that the County and State has to assist with situations like this, so >whew<
That right there is a MAJOR load off my mind.
Mom needs help, as does Dad, and finally we’re going to get what they need, despite her (Moms) earlier denials and protests… a big part of that is a Boomerism, in that in the past, she’s literally said “What would the neighbors think!?!”
I at the time offered to kill all of them, and/or burn out all the neighbors houses so there’d no longer be any social awkwardness in these particular circumstance, but I was sadly rebuffed.
< Le Sigh >
Nobody ever lets me have any fun.
< Le DEEPER Sigh >
Ah well… now all that is left is doing a FULL recharge of all my batteries, finding out what radio freqs I need to monitor and inputting them to the radios, and also as I said, getting moar beer.
There is never enough beer under these circumstances Aye…
So More Later
Big Country