Greetings and Salutations! On this date, August 10, 2018, Richard “Beebo” Russell went and stole a DeHavilland Dash 8-400, an un-passengered twin engined commercial turboprop from Seattle-Tacoma International Airport and flew into history.
“Sky King” as he’s been dubbed was a 28 year old white male who’d been passed over for promotion at his job at the airport as a ground service agent or better known as a “ramp rat”. Being passed over for promotion despite his excellent reviews and work ethic sent him into a spiraling depression that eventually, eight years ago today, caused him to snap.
Instead of causing harm to others, he, without prior flight training, nor experience flew what can only be recognized now as a phenomenal aerial joyride. During his epic flight, he successfully navigated around the greater Oregon/Washington area and flew to several natural landmarks, including Mount Rainier and the Olympic Mountains, and asked for the coordinates of an orca whale that had recently been in the news.
Realizing that this stunt was going to probably have some serious repercussions, his final act was to perform a barrel-roll over Puget Sound, and end his life by way of a kamikaze crash into Ketron Island, where he was the only casualty.
Since the incident, pilots and experts have noted that he was “uncannily skilled” at flying, with Horizon Airline (which had been his employer at the time) CEO Gary Beck remarking, “There were some maneuvers that were done that were incredible.” His only prior experience being from video games…
So this evening, raise a glass to Richard “Beebo” Russell. Long may he be remembered for his honesty straightforward way of looking at life, and may he rest in peace.
Greetings and Salutations! OK Been a while, but as they say, been BUSY-BUSY. I mean what else can I be with the Dooney and -trying- to maintain this place. Add on some of the more recent adventures and whatnot and I’m to-the-bone tired.
Now first, the Dooney update.
New measurements: 32.5 inches long. 29.8 pounds. 99th Percentile across the board. The A.I. I plugged into said he’s currently the size of a 2.5-3 year old. Pssssh… I already knew this as that’s the clothing we’ve had to buy. 2T bottoms and 3T tops… sheesh…
He -is- a wee bit of a chonkyboi, but as he get more mobile, he’ll lose the fat.
He’s rolling and sitting up quite well, but hasn’t gotten the hang of crawling yet. Personally, I think he’s going to bypass it and go straight to walking as he loves to just stand up, leaning against the hassock, and learning how to move his lil (not so much!) feet trying to figure out this ‘walking thing’… My understanding is huuuuge kids often bypass crawling and go right into walking…
He’s also discovered hamburger (ground beef) and seems to have quite a taste for it. I’m thinking that idea of buying another deep freeze and stocking it with 1/2 a cow might actually need to happen.
At this rate when he’s 7, he’s going to ask for the keys to the car ‘cos he’s got a date…
I am sooooooooooo screwed
Looks like it’s going to be interesting few years Aye?
Now… Other adventures. Cowboy needed some assistance out on his horse ranch. Seems his head Farmhand saw some flashlights and heard possible ATVs out in the back woods of his A.O.
Seeing that recently we’ve had turd-world invaders rustle and butcher!!! some horses here recently, I figured it’s a good idea for us to recon the back 40 as he wanted. So we settled on Saturday afternoon to do so…
The farm is 8 acres of pure-dee Panama Level Jungle School growth, with a few deer trails and signs of LARGE carnivore activity, via the entire deer skeleton (relatively fresh) we found. Couldn’t have been more than 6 months old as there was still some minor cartilage on the bones, and they were in no way bleached. So he’s either got a Bobcat out there (probable) OR less probable, a Florida Puma/Panther. I’ve personally seen a panther out where I used to work on some federally protected wetlands (4000+ acres) and that was enough to know you don’t want to fuck with a panther…
Nevermind potential ‘hostiles’ like turd-world rustlers or homeless trespassers.
Hence us rolling out with a 4 man fire-team with 2x M-4s, one 12 gauge, and Cowboy rolling with his AK. We covered about a half-mile out, and a half mile back by my pace-count app.
I almost fuggin died I swear.
118 degree heat index, and I was in full uniform as the ONLY long sleeves and pants I own ARE my old uniforms. I mean I have ‘business casual’, but I’m not about to hump the Jungle in chinos and a Brooks Brothers shirt right? I only had only(thankfully) ONE Tick, and the bastard was on the back of my hand. As soon as it bit, I felt it, grabbed it off before it could ‘dig in’ and got rid of it.
I’ll be honest. I need to work on humping under a combat load. It’s been since Afghanistan since I have, and it shows. I mean I -am- a fatboi… not going to deny it. I like my groceries. I can hump a ruck on even terrain, but Jungle? Notsomucho. And when I say ‘jungle’, I fucking mean it. We needed Machetes to break trail at some of the points we investigated. THICC bush. The “Bad Bush like back in the Poontang Valley in ’69” as the old joke went…
At least I didn’t need to be carried out, but man, for a minute, it was a near thing.
Once we got back, and did the AAR, and then, well since Cowboy’s ranch -is- my test range, and it was still a nice day out, it was time to bust out “Ole Painless”
Yepper.
Now unfortunately, the codec for the audio was fucked up. Cowboy shared it with me after videoing on an iPhone, and shared it thru my messenger, at which point the codec went bad? No idea. I’m not a code monkey.
If you could (or can, not sure if the audio is working or not) hear it, I fired 3-4 round bursts. The Hoffman Tactical Trigger Kicker worked as advertised, and the upper experience zero misfeeds nor any jams. It ran like a top.
My only bitch is that despite a ton of loctite, the Holosun vibrated loose. Not sure what the solution is going to be for THAT particular issue. A better mount? Stronker loctite? Thoughs in the comments if you will. Otherwise?
10/10, ZERO regerts for this one.
HIGHLY recommend So on that note, More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! OK I can’t go too deepinto the whole weirdness that is my fam, but I do have to say that the mission to recover what was ‘rightfully mine’ if you will, went perfectly.
See, when I was a kid, my Grandfather promised me ‘certain items’ that were to be ‘relinquished’ to me when I was old enough. Now the issue was that MomUnit took her ‘mom’ designation (as the daughter) to hold on to said items until she felt justified in releasing them to me. To be honest, I had no issue with this.
It’s just that seeing her, and finding out she is letting me have them NOW due to her ‘old age’ bums me the fuck out. I’ve never had an issue with her being the caretaker of said-items.
I mean Grandpa WAS her Da right?
I personally wish it had been sooner… Jes’ Sayin’
FAMILY is who you choose, and who shows loyalty to you.
Anything else is a steaming pile of doggie-donuts.
Which is why I’m a bit of a outsider.
My IRL as I’m concerned Fam???
The Doonie, Ranger Jay and HIS fam, Sapper, Cowboy, Middle Country, and Gretchen. Notice no mention of anyone else, blood or not.
If you ain’t cool, fuck off. Anyways………
Not that I’m unwilling to at least contact and/or interact with some of my cousins. I did so this past week… Cousin Number Six if you will… meaning she was the sixth cousin born in MY group of cousins.
To explain: Cousin Group 1.0 was born to the 8 Aunts and Uncles of the first round of marriage. Out of these, we had Myself, Female #1, then Female #2, FedBro, Female #3 (younger sister to Female #2, Female #4 (oldest sister to) Male #3 and #4, with FedBro being Male #2.
If it’s confusing, try it from MY POV. I’m the fucking eldest. Because after graduating/leaving College, Cousin Group 2.0 happened.
This’s where it gets ‘sketchy AF’
Reason being is the majority of the Uncles went out and after getting divorced from Wife #1, went and got Wife #2, (or in ONE case Wife #2, #3 and even #4….yeah one of my Uncles was a male-whore…) and then subsequently AFTER having ‘cut a young one out of the Herd’ as DeadDad would have said, they had ANOTHER whole new family with new kids and all.
Mind you, MOST of this happened when -I- was already married, had a kid on the way, and no one was keeping me ‘in the loop’ as I was the “Enlisted Swine/blaq Sheep” and left out of the loop… TBH I couldn’t pick any of these cousins out of a police lineup or out of a morgue if the life of the Doonie was at stake. To give you an idea, ONE of them just had a kid this weekend… Like I had NO CLUE right?
So, I got to see Female Cousin #4 or #6 depending on your POV whilst visiting MomUnit. She lives pretty close apparently.
Either way, she’s awesome. Lovely young lady. Sort of based.
Leastways that I can tell. Told her flat out that politically? I needed to ‘go wash’ my sheets’ before make a decision and that Mein Fuhrer hasn’t showed up yet to kick things off…Z
She LOL’d which means she was either humoring me, or is based. I HOPE she’s based…..
So yeah, things went well that I can tell…
Now out of this mission to recover some shit, one of my IMPORTANT items was an item from Grandpa’s WW2 travels… this being one of the ‘things’ I recovered was a Nutcracker.
Now this sounds retarded, but bear with me.
Grandpa was rolling around Europe from 1939 until 1949…
Which was wild AF… him being (officially) a college professor travelling on a Diplomatic “Get Out Of Jail Free” passport from 1938 until 1948???? I mean whiskey tango foxtrot. I have a full scan of that passport BTW that FedBro got done…. Crazy amiright????
Leastways that’s what his diplomatic passport from the time stated. Yeah. Grandpa, who was, at the time that we know about was a College Professor and educator.
WHY he was rolling with a diplo-card is BEYOND me.
THAT being said, he –was– rolling on aforementioned diplomatic passport, and maaaaaaaaaaaaan… if this motherfucker wasn’t a spy or doing ‘dirty deeds done dirt cheap’????
Well I can’t make that call… I do know that Grandpa was in Prague in 1939.
Not sure the why of it, as that passport I have show some highly questionable stamps in it to include crossing ‘in and out’ of Nazi Germany throughout the war… To the point ONE of his stamps was signed off by the head of the SS, Heinrich Himmler himself in 1941…
Yeah Grandpa was deep into some shit that I can tell…
Quick Aside: After he died, MomUnit had our Washington D.C. Lawyer try to do a FOIA dump on Grandpa.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah…
She (the lawyer) had some high level spook show up and ask her the “why” of her inquiry, as well as the “who” done asked for it, and then told her there was a 75-80 year ‘hold’ on Grandpa’s file, and to “…fucking forget that the motherfucker existed.”
Uhhhhhhh………………
Yeah. Spook much???
So anyways… the story is/was that Grandpa was in Czechoslovakia in 1939, around the time the Krauts took over. One of his multitudinous ‘places I visited before everything went to shit’ trips. He was there, per his passport in August of 1939.
It seems that he met up with a guy, a Jewish Diamond merchant who had been given Grandpa’s info. No idea myself amiright??? Anyways… He was told that Grandpa was the ‘guy to go to’ to assist with moving ‘certain items’ out of ‘occupied AOs’, meaning between occupied areas….
The guy met up with Grandpa, and not sure what exactly went down, but the guy, named “Skootz” (pronounced Skooo-utz) gave him a parcel of diamonds to get back to the States to his son, who’d already gone there as an early refugee.
Problem was, Skootz didn’t have anything to offer Grandpa, outside of his hand carved nutcracker:
Now, on the bottom of this nutcracker, has “Prague” and then “1939” carved into the base… I can’t show it as it’s so faint as to be unreadable via photo, but trust me, it’s there.
So Grandpa took the job As I would have expected.
Now personally, knowing what happened after? Fuck that guy (Skootz) sideways… Anyways….
He (Grandpa) got given (per family history) a pretty big bag of raw diamonds from Skootz to smuggle back to the US and that he was to hand over said-diamond bag to Skootz’s son.
This’s where things went a wee bit sideways
And -I- personally believe that the fam no longer trusted the jews in any way, shape or form. (Mainly because AFTER getting the gems in Czechoslovakia, mind you in 1939 he managed to get them BACK to New York City, and deliver them to Skootz’s son.)
As I was saying, Skootz’s son immediately in turn started screaming that my Grandfather was a thief, that the gems delivered were NOT the one’s his father had sent, and that all Goyim were thieving scum. Meaning the diamond were not the ones Skootz’s parcel had originally handed over to Grandpa….
O M F G Really!?!
My Grandfather who was an absolutely trustworthy and up-front freedom fighter who sacrificed so much???, who risked his ass to smuggle raw diamonds to this inept piece of shit jew, deigned to accuse my Grandpa of being a thief?
Yeah… Fuck that guy. Seriously. Any wonder why I’m the way I am?
Mind you… That whole pile of bullshit? Let me tell you… Grandpa was broke AF before, during and after the diamond smuggling affair. In fact, Skootz’s son shortly after went out and became a HUGE diamond merchant in New Yawk Fucking City. after this? Every. Single. Male. in the family after THIS particular incident, per Grandma’s request was not circumcised as it was a “jew thing” (to include MY generation and myself and FedBro)….
Make of it what you will Guess she figured which side of the bread the foreskin belonged on amiright?
So anywho… Hebes are going to Hebe amiright?
So besides being a piece of interesting woodwork/folklore, the this is, there’s another story that makes this personal AF to me.
See… Grandpa, YEARS later, used to use the nutcracker as a ‘scare tactic’….
Meaning when us Gen 1.0 cousins were over at his house, well… let’s say the house had a ‘potentially fatal’ aspect to it in that it was made in the 1910’s, and had staircases that were winding, extremely steep, and Grandpa didn’t have the means of closing them off safely from us “littles” so to speak… I mean looking back, these staircases were deathtraps to the under-sevens if you will.
I think i’m moar aware there days as I’m having to re-do so much here for the Doonie dammit… <Le Sigh>
So, for Grandpa, who didn’t want a Gran tumbling/stumbling down a deathtrap staircase, he had Skootz, which meant he was instituting psychological warfare.
See…. he used to chase us Grands around with “Skootz”
Meaning he’d use the nutcracker to ‘chomp’ at us, and make us run away when we were lil kids. I mean let’s face it, this is a potentially scary item when you’re as kid amiright?
So what Grandpa would do, was to put THAT at the TOP of the ‘dangerous staircase’ when we all went to bed, with the intent of “Skootz” scaring us away from the staircase, where we might have fallen into an issue so to speak…
Let me tell you That shit worked
So since I was/am the eldest cousin, and the other item I’ll go into later when I get clearance, I figured that “Skootz” was quite rightfully mine.
And as you can see, I got him. Funny thing is, I’m continuing the whole “scare the kid’ with Skootz… The Doonie is NOT afraid, as I refuse to fully frighten him, but he’s aware that “The Skootz” (as I’m referring to him now) is watching.
So yeah, it’s a full deck that I’m dealing with.
I’m really glad I got to see MomUnit this time. TBH I’m not sure if this’ll be the last time. But if it was, I’m comfortable knowing that we’re cool and that we love each other.
Beyond that, Poly-Ticks and weirdness tomorrow. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! I -just- got back from my last-minute trip from MomUnit’s place. It was a very nice trip TBH… no arguments nor any issues. Seems she’s decided that the expenses of living on a very ‘toney’ Island community ($1000 a month just in HOA fees) just isn’t worth it anymore, as she doesn’t utilize the perks of said community (horseback riding, clubs, golf, etcetc.) She used to when DeadDad was still on this side of the dirt, but time and age has made it really NOT a great idea to be OVERLY active.
So she’s decided to move closer to FedBro, into a GREAT elderly community, and chill the fuck out. This call-down for me was for me to go and retrieve various artifacts from my life/childhood and such. I’m really glad I made the effort…
It t’was a bit melancholic for me, in that I know I won’t be going back there, and there were a lot of great memories I made there. A LOT of them from even BEFORE I was married first time around. Downtown Charleston being a GREAT party spot back when I was a Junior Enlisted man back in the day…
A Three day weekend at Ft. Campbell meant “CHARLESTON!” for me… someday I have to tell you about one night that I partied with the Joint Chief of Staff’s (Army) son who graduated from the Citadel… I had NO IDEA who the kid was til later in the night I swear… anyways…
So yeah…
Now whilst I was ‘oot and aboot’… Guess what showed up? My LimaSix Upper.
And I debated on the ‘unboxing and build’ but I figured the majority of y’all impatient bastards would not care all that much, so here’s the pics post-assemble after I uncrated it:
Isn’t that just precious?
As you can see, I put it together pretty well. It’s got a Holosun 407 red dot on a raised mount, a MagPul PRS Lite Buttstock, Knight Industries heat guards on the rail system, as well as a MagPul Bipod. The pistol grip is a Tapco genuine SAW pistol grip that I found through a Reddit Group as Tapco has been out of business for a while, and I found a guy who had an FDE grip onhand surplus that only cost me $25. The carry handle is a generic Zon special, but serves it’s purpose.
There’s also a 100 round Nutsack for ammunition, and overall?
Well, I got a boner. A BIG boner. A BIG Belt Fed Boner
Bring it bitches.
As a plus? The internals?
I have a Hoffman “Trigger Kicker” in the lower that pretty much replaces an FRT (as FRTs can’t be shipped to Florida) and I dunno… EVERYONE who’s bought one, AND implanted it in a LimaSix Belt fed?
Let’s just say the outcome is insane.
So let’s do some more pictures:
It’s got a 12 point adjustable gas-block on it made by “Riflespeed”
Currently I have it set to the middle, of ‘6’ as I have no idea how it actually is going to function, and ‘6’ is the factory setting.
I’m also running an orange colored buffer spring with an H3 buffer, so recoil should be well in hand.
The red dot I got on sale… Palmetto State (curse them!) practically gave it away, and with Sezzle (curse them too!) made it easy for me to get it.
The feed tray opens from the rear.
It’s more like an M-60A1 on it’s feed and loading procedure. Meaning that the bolt lug (which powers the feed tray) HAS to be locked to the rear to ‘charge’ the weapon.
Unlike a SAW, where you can place a belt in, and crank the charging handle to the rear, and hey! That’s it! This one, since it fires from the closed bolt, does NOT have the ability to have the feed tray closed while the bolt is in the forward position:
Also, BECAUSE it fires from the closed bolt, there’s going to be a lot of heat building up… it’s something I’m going to have to watch out for, as a couple of GunToobers have already had ‘slam-fire’ issues and cookoffs with this upper due to the lack of heat dispersion.
Another thing is that the charging handle is like a Maxim, i.e. it’s reciprocating. As in the charging handle will be going apeshit whilst the weapon is engaged. I’m playing around with a couple of my brass catchers because of this, as I -do- want to be able to catch if not the brass, then the fucking links, ‘cos in a SHTF situation, resupplying links might become shall we say…
problematic?
So, so far, so good. Sunday id the attempted “Range Day” down in Myakka.
My regular gun club would positively ‘plotz’ if I broke this thing out… Fudds doesn’t even to BEGIN to define the RSOs there.
At least at Myakka, they expect some rock and roll. So wish me luck. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Off on -another- adventure, this time up to the Villages to visit Gretchen’s ‘rents. During the drive up, I got a call from MomUnit who’s requested me to head to Charleston ASAP as she’s decided to sell her house, and wants me to come by and grab up whatever ‘stuff’ I want as she’s literally cleaning house.
Not much I want nor need, but I really do want to see her, especially since the new job is beginning shortly, and vacation time will be at a premium. So I have some interviews and appointments on Monday and Tuesday, so the soonest I can bounce is Wednesday.
May you live in interesting times right?
So tonight we’re staying at a Best Western down the street from her ‘rents place. The logistics of staying there are kind of intolerable, mostly that BOTH her ‘rents STILL smoke… the stench is kind of horrific as mentioned. They keep it (for the most part) out on the porch, however, the house positively reeks. Now speaking as an almost 30 year smoker (quit now about 5+ years) I really hate the smell, and I do NOT want the Doonie exposed.
Speaking of which: Gratuitous Baby with Doggo pic:
Chili really seems fond of the Doonie, and gives him these gentle little puppy licks, which cracks his all the hell up. He’s doing very well and for a 7 month old, he’s now learned ‘Mama’ and ‘Dada’ respectively. He seems to genuinely understand the concept, so it’s pretty wild…
His growth spurt seems to have subsided for now as well. He’s now this big:
As you can see, he’s kind of overflowing the little chair that Gretchen’s BFF got him. It’s meant to be good until he’s either 40 pounds or three years old, but as you can see, he’s almost maxxed it size wise.
Which is why in almost every picture you see of him, he’s only in a nappie, as he outgrew damned near everything we got him, including onesies… we have some larger outfits, but unless we’re heading out to somewhere ‘oot and aboot’ a plain old diaper is fine, especially just around the house.
I mean case in point, his lil pool outfit? This one
First off, the top? Thats a 3T top. The swimsuit? That’s a 2T, and as you can also see, the car seat/car bassinet he’s in? It’s like stuffing a sausage to get him in it.
He’s supposed to be using that seat until he’s 18-24 months. He is, as of today, 7 months and 17 days old. And they do not make a larger size. One size fits all.
Bullshit.
The straps on it are almost maxxed out, and well, we’ll have to figure out the next car seat when the time comes, ‘cos this one I figure at his current growth rate, he’ll be too big for it by Christmas.
At his current growth rate, I’m looking to buy ANOTHER deep freezer for the garage. I have one upright deep freeze, plus an additional ‘beer fridge/freezer’… that was the original fridge X#1 and I got when we first got married… nothing wrong with it but the color, so it became the garage-beer fridge. So yeah, get a BIG deep freeze and prep to buy a fucking cow for it,
as the Doonie has already shown a love of BBQ ribs and his appetite as he grows is a thing of nervous-making.
So yeah… MAD appointments early in the week, Charleston midweek, and HOPEFULLY not a damned thing by the weekend.
One can hope.
On other news, not really sure of the International Scene except it’s the same-old-same-old with Iran, Chyna, Russia and the Izzies and of course The Krain and the Koked-up Krainfeld and his Kohort of Kurruptocrat Klowns doing the usual, AKA being coked up corrupt scum.
I personally am getting a bit miffed at Lima Six right now. As you may remember, I sold off a sizeable amount of my silver and gold stash at the top of the Market, and invested said fiatbux into ‘functional metal’ AKA a belt-fed upper.
Now, mind you this was ALL “pre-Doonie”
And considering the rarity of them, I can probably turn a neat profit if I decide to part with it… I at least know in an emergency, IF I needed $$$ in a rush, that someone will take it off my hands in a New York Second, hence why I called it “investing in ‘functional metals'”
It was promised to be here no later than 16 weeks from date of order. I ordered it on March 18th. That’s a few days OVER 18 weeks ago dammit.
I have a couple dozen reasons I’m itchy to get my hot lil paws on it. One BIG reason however is that I feel like it might be needed in the very near future… as in having a weapon capable of massive area suppression is a wonderful thing. Nothing like being able to ‘bring the hate’ in a ‘Bad Moon Rising’ or keeping a ‘Crowd of Rabid Urban Yoofs Running Amok’ at bay.
Also I can’t wait to poast about it.
I even went as far as to break out a bunch of the ‘good warshot ammunition’ from the deep storage stocks to belt up a BUNCH of both 4-in-1 Ball/Tracer, as well as some 5-in-1 when the tracers started running low. Links I have plenty of… call it had a huge stockpile of as I collected them over the years, as well as like 3? or 4? 100 round ‘nutsack’ ammunition bags that I brought back from Iraq for a ‘rainy day’ sort of thing.
I mean I have 2 x 150 round belts for a M-60 or M-240 that I made out of saved links and .308 rounds. One never knows when or if one is going to stumble across a belt fed weapon in need of feeding. So keeping them fed and safe is very important.
SO, that’s the current sit-rep here. Hope all is well with you all. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Whew… LOTS of ‘work’ this week. Lawn mowed Bushes trimmed All done in-between the torrential downpour(s) that we should have had back in April. The whole weather system seems a bit ‘off’ and depending on who you follow/read, it’s because we’re at the end of the 4th Cycle, i.e. the Polar Shift/Flip and realignment.
I’m not quite sure where I sit on that particular issue.
I mean if something of THAT magnitude were to happen, whelp… let’s just say it’s Game Over and let’s see what happens after. There’s only so many quarters a person can ‘play’ metaphorically speaking. And considering when you start talking about geologic time? Like man is but a ‘wisp of smoke in a whirlwind’ so to speak when you start going down those rabbit holes Aye?
So… instead, I’m focusing on what I can. I.E. finally getting off my ass and doing some work to finish up that Short Magazine Lee Enfield that I dubbed the “Frankenfield” as the pieces-parts run the gamut for production and manufacture.
The barrel is a Aussie Lithgow barrel. It has some massive exterior pitting on the surface, however, the rifling is genuinely pristine. Don’t tell G but the barrel ALONE was $300+ as a like new barrel (rifling wise) is like unobtanium these days.
The receiver is a Indian Timeframe receiver, HOWEVER it’s got the markings that the factory it was produced in was still being run by the Brits. The ‘wrist’ of the receiver has the Crown and “G.R.I.” stamped on it. That being Georgius Rex Imperator aka King George VI, as the receiver was made in 1950, and does not have the RFI stamp on it (pics to follow)
The bolt and nose cap, as well as the trigger assembly are British as well, and marked as such.
Hence why I’m referring to it as my “Frankenfield”
Now, It’s been a loooong minute since I worked on this thing. The last thing I had done was I had to have the barrel reseated as it bound up on me, and I didn’t have the tooling to fix it. My brother from another mother DID however have the gear, and he fixed it up for me back in February? plus or minus? The problem was/is time, time ask me for anything else but time…
I mean it’s been a BUSY year so far right? Add on that nasty AF crack in the main stock and I was sort of at a ‘done for a while’ point. Here’s the pics of when I first got the barrel, receiver, and the subsequent donor rifle
Nasty, pitted and rusty. Like 90% of ALL my restoration projects. This is what it looked like after I scrubbed it:
A couple of days in this noxious witches brew of a rust remover, bluing remover and as you can see, that sucker was STRIPPED down to the bone.
Then, the receiver looked as such:
I apparently neglected to get an ‘after’ pic before restoration after it too went into the ‘bath’ to remove everything from it.
The donor rifle was the usual “D.P.” marked (Drill Purposes ONLY) weapon that was demilled with a big ole hole drilled through the chamber and a steel rod welded inside. I might have plans for one of those drilled-through receivers, but we’ll talk about that another time… a lower pressure round (think handgun sized) wouldn’t need an intact receiver… I’ll leave it at that. Here’s the monstrosity of Cosmoline and Bad Karma:
And on tearing it down, I discovered much to my horror, a HUGE crack on the main forearm of the wood. This is the MAIN piece that is supposed to support and put the whole weapon together, and replacing it is $$$ IF you can even find a replacement, as pieces/parts are getting a wee bit scarce these days… the last ‘new’ MK 3s rolled off the line in 1957…
Here’s the crack that demoralized the fuck out of me:
I did the repair, and did it via ‘traditional means’ which meant getting a brass screw that’s designed to put the wood back together again, wood-gluing and filling the hell out of the crack, and praying.
I glued the hell out of it, and set it off to the side for a loooong time.
I was just too afraid that I’d find some more fucked-uppedness, so I took a break.
You can see the brass screw/pin and the remains of the crack that didn’t fill completely. To be truthful, I didn’t want to erase it, as this old Warhorse earned it’s scars, so instead I fixed it, and moved on. I also DID find another crack that I fixed in the same old manner:
When you see a brass ‘spot’ on the wood on one of these old rifles, more likely than not it’s a repair to the wood. So anyways, I did lay off the project for like 6-8 months…
Up until the other day when I realized I needed to get off my ass, and finish the damned project.
So I’ve been going at it like gangbusters for a few days. One of the things I did was gather all the parts up, and finished off refinishing the wood after getting it stripped. Alas no pics of that being in progress either… I mean there are, but for the sake of brevity, you can see the final product, and judge for yourself.
Once the front parts were good, I decided to finish the buttstock, and for fun, I added an Iraqi Army brass identity disk, ‘cos it IS the Frankenfield, and also, I did enough time in Iraq so why not?
Now, on the flip side of the stock, the grain? OMG GORGEOUS tiger stripes running naturally through it:
It’s really nice and ‘pops’ so well. And then, I got everything blued. THAT was an all-nighter, getting the better part of 9 hours until 0300 to get finished:
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Final assembly was this AM, and thanks to Gretchen for taking care of the Dooney, although -I- did get the 0400 feeding/diaper change…
The final product:
with some close ups:
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…and YES It shoots. I already tested it today out at Cowboy’s place, where I had helped him zeroing his new SIG red-dot on his AK.
I’m rather please with myself and the final outcome. This one seems to have some decent accuracy as the rifling on it is very good and distinct, but until I put more than the three test rounds through it, I have to follow up with a range report later after we get out of this rain and it cools down a bit.
Greetings and Salutations! Yeah. AGAIN with the business around here. I’m feeling every single minute of my age at this point. Sore, sleep deprived, snivel snivel, cry cry.
Now that the bitching is out of the way, the Doonie is doing quite well:
We did a ‘Resort Pass’ thing that Gretchen discovered a ways back. It’s a ‘day pass’ to go to some of the high-end resorts for short $$$ instead of spending mad cash to enjoy the place and amenities without having to like actually go and pay for the room and assorted fees…
https://resortpass.com Check it out… seems they have hookups in all sorts of other states besides Florida.
It’s a pretty cool idea actually. Costs about $50 for the two of us (Doonie being under one gets him in free) to hit the pool and various neat stuff that’s offered.
Me? Since I’m not swimming that much, and the resorts usually have a bar… welll….
With the exception of a few beers, I’ve been an exceptionally good boy. Those have been the ONLY beers I’ve had since May 1st. Having the Doonie around makes it too hard to get a buzz on, as when I’m out asleep, I’m out-out, and it’s not fair to dump ALL the midnight feedings on her…
Plus it’s healthier
Theoretically.
So on to other news. Guess a couple of Repubnicunts died or died ‘in theory’. Bah. With the exception of the memes, nothings changed, nothing’s ever going to change, and I’m cool with that. They leave me alone, and allow me to do my own thing, and I’ll stay happy and on the porch, just chilling.
Like I said, I’m just here for the memes man…
Back again… I swear I keep getting interrupted. This AM was a sonography and CAT scan of Ye Olde Liver.
Which is like my 10th or 12th one.
See, the issue is -somehow- there’s a Biopsy listed in my med record showing that I have serious cirrhosis. Which OK… IF legit, well, damn. There’s a small problem.
I haven’t had a liver biopsy
To the point that the VA keeps shuffling me around telling me that I did when I most certainly did not. Lung Biopsy? Hells yes. Been there. Done that. Have a slight scar to prove it.
There’s three choices of getting a liver biopsy:
“A liver biopsy is a minimally invasive procedure used to extract a small tissue sample from your liver to diagnose diseases, assess inflammation, or determine the stage of fibrosis. The procedure typically takes 15–30 minutes, followed by a 2–4 hour recovery period in the hospital.”
“Types of Liver Biopsies
Laparoscopic Biopsy: Used when multiple samples from different areas of the liver are needed. It is performed under general anesthesia using a tiny lighted camera and surgical tools.
Percutaneous Biopsy: The most common method. The doctor uses an ultrasound to locate the liver, numbs the upper right abdomen with a local anesthetic, and inserts a thin needle through a small incision to take the sample.
Transjugular (Transvenous) Biopsy: Ideal if you have bleeding disorders or fluid in the abdomen (ascites). The doctor inserts a catheter into the jugular vein in your neck and threads it down to the liver using X-ray (fluoroscopy) guidance to retrieve the tissue.”
NONE OF WHICH EVER HAPPENED The gaslighting has been unreal. They keep acting as if I’ve lost my marbles. To the point I had Gretchen go in and tell NewDoc that No, I have NOT had a biopsy of my liver.
GAH!
It’s soooooo fucking frustrating ‘cos I know that they done fucked up and put the wrong record in the wrong file. Which probably means there’s some poor bastard Joe out there who DOES have cirrhosis who didn’t get the note, and may have drank himself to death by now.
Add on that when they told me I have cirrhosis, I went “OK cool!” Got me a bunch of buddy letters and proof of my 3 times in ADAPTC (Alcohol and Drug Abuse Prevention and Treatment Counselling) or some such… it was like a group session like AA or some shit… call it early 90’s Rehab and man, that’d be enough to prove service connection to get me to the “Magic 100”
And yet, when I go for the 100, I get told “Nope, you don’t have cirrohsis”
Make up your fucking mind VA ok?
I sure As Fuck know I didn’t have a liver biopsy. I’d remember the big ole needle if Option Number Two (Percutaneous) was done, and the other two options? Well either Sapper or Gretchen would have had to been involved as I wouldn’t have been driving myself around after those two…
So yeah, a bit pissed off. ESPECIALLY since when the “Fuck You Pay Me” time comes around, ALL OF A SUDDEN! I don’t have cirrhosis? I mean I guess I do when it comes time to cut me off my pain meds, make me stop drinking and remove ANY and ALL funsies in my life, but hey! Who’s counting!!! Muddafakkers….
So then… lessee OH! OrangeRetardBad made a speech… “Something…something…something Chyna… something… something… Da Jews… something “Elections”… and in conclusion, something.”
In other words
Not one fucking thing that matters. Best Poast on Twitter of the Day goes to my man Shitz Poppinoff:
No Lies Detected There. How fucking sad -IS- that?
Like I said, don’t want none,
Don’t give none and all will be cool.
I mean lets face it, since when has anything ever changed ever due to a (s)election? Answer: Not One Fucking Thing Ever.
Meet the New Boss Same as the Old Boss. I don’t mind anymore ‘cos in the Grand Scheme of All The Things, they don’t matter. The only thing that’s on my immediate radar? Dinner.
Which in MY case, tonight is hot pastrami sammiches. Boar’s Head sent me a coupon so I figured it’s been a loooong minute since I’ve had pastrami. I’m seriously stoked for it… the last time I had it was when X#1 made them… it was on the menu on the reg as I recall, and I saw an ad for the ‘New Yorker’ sub from Firehouse Subs. Too expensive to order/buy there, so I figured with the coupon, I could get a pound and a half which’ll be good for at least 4-5 sammiches. Yum! Yum!
Otherwise, posting will continue to be a bit light until the Doonie is officially OURS as I don’t want to risk pissing in anyone’s Wheaties at this stage of the game. Figure another month or so, then off to the races… Again.
Greetings and Salutations! It’s me I’m back! I know I’ve been a bad bad BC but hey! LOTS of ‘life’ going on.
This being the 4th, OF COURSE we started to get a lil rain (the first we’ve seen during daylight hours) when I was planning on BBQing on the Weber this afternoon… Not a big deal really, as we desperately need the rain.
My bass pond in the back has never been this low in the 25+/- years I’ve been here. In fact I a wee bit worried that if we don’t get some rain in decent amounts I’m seriously concerned that it’ll go anoxic. For those of you who don’t understand this, when a pond goes anoxic, it means the dissolved oxygen (DO) level has dropped to near zero…
Which means all my fishies die…
It happened to a housing area aways over from mine, and if the wind was right, you could smell all them fish rotting away… Plus the sulfer-ish stink that goes with it.
I really hope that doesn’t happen as we have this big ole Bass who lives in the pond… the pond itself is catch and release, and he’s been caught quite a few times. In fact waaay back in the day when DC was here, the Babydaddy (Adriana’s dad) caught him, and after we got pictures, he put him (the fish, not the Babydaddy) back into the pond.
He’s pretty hefty, but as he’s a Bass, and pretty much inedible, he’s been around for a long stretch. Hope he’s OK right?
Sad that I have more empathy for a fucking fish in my pond in the back yard that 90% of the rest of humanity amiright?
So lets see…
The Dooney Abides. The (current) growth spurt seems to have subsided. He really had a tough couple of weeks, and because HE had a tough few week, WE had a tough few as well. No sleep, constant feeding and he’s learned how to growl now when he doesn’t get what he wants. It’s very cute but still… a behavior we do NOT want to encourage.
We haven’t (unfortunately) seen the Nukular Powered Redhead for a LONG minute as there are only so many hours in a day and days in a week… We’re hoping to be able to see her in the near future. I DID however get a pic of her on the day she ‘graduated’ from Second Grade!!!
Oh my aching knees/back (insert your age-related pain)!!! 8 Friggin’ years old!?! 2nd Friggin’ Grade!?! Drinker, if you would:
That about sums it up donnit? I mean FFS, THIS is the redhead I remember:
She was juuuust a little under what Dooney is right now (he’s at 6 months and two weeks…) Red, OTOH? In that pic she was just at 6 months +/-. She still has the blue-blue eyes, whereas the Dooney seems to be turning to brown.
Which dovetails into the ‘middle sister’, Addy:
That was her First B-Day party. You can see a LOT of the similarities w/the Dooney And her current status:
We’re a bit worried as one can see, she tends to take after her bio-mom in being a chunky-monkey. However, she’s happy and being well cared for as we talk on the regular. Today her and her Dad are headed down to the shore to see the fireworks so I’m sort of jealous.
Here at the Casa, I might light off some ‘stuff.
I have some new 37mm fireworks to try as well as a smoke and flare combo that needs testing. The last time I messed around with a smoke mix, I accidentally made it too ‘hot’ as in it burned FAR too quickly. (turns out I used too much sorbital I found out later… it’s a sugar substitute that burns like a mother) In fact the ‘grenade’ I made was out of a Red Bull can.
The vents on it were fine, but unfortunately AND unexpectedly when I lit the fuse and Sapper and I scrambled back away as a precaution, when it lit off?
Instead of a ‘pop’ and slow burn?
The sucker took off like a damned rocket thru the vent holes.
An out of control rocket mind you.
Instead of a nice thick layer of white smoke pouring out at a leisurely pace, I had a very LARGE rocket. A heavy rocket that aggressively took off like I said, and THANK YOU GOD! when it hit the neighbors house (sorry about that Barry!) it missed the windows and only left a soot mark where it impacted.
No windows nor people were injured thankfully. My nerves however? Notsomucho. Thankfully, Neighbor Barry was cool about it. He had been observing from his driveway while I did this as he would occasionally show up when I played like this to see what the Local Kook” was going to burn/blow up this time… he did say that when it came at him, he was mildly concerned, but it worked out and like I said, he was cool about it.
Unfortunately he moved away about a year ago to be closer to his Grans… bit of a bummer to lose a good neighbor but it is what it is.
Needless to say I’m MUCH more proactive with safety measures when playing around with my fireworks. I do the aerial ‘stuff’ over the bass pond, and any smoke producing things get lit off inside a burn cage that Sapper and I use to toast up leaves and yard refuse in. Much safer that way right?
Otherwise, lets see. The AC went out for a wee bit earlier, but I managed to fix it. Seems that I had to do a hard reset of the thermostat, as we had a power outage the other day, and sometimes, more often than not, the “smart” thermostat gets whonky after an episode like that. So a full power down for 10 minutes, reboot/reset and we’re good.
Oher things We all saw the INSANITY of the Vegas wannabe-mass-murderer Troon unfold. Now there’s usually a LOT of these “we caught them before they could act” sort of incidents, and they get memory holed pretty damned quickly.
What was oh so notable about this particular Troonytoon was the weapons that he was supposedly found with. Pics as such:
As Sherriff Beauford T. Justice would say “Ooof!”
JUST within view we got what appears to be at least $150,000.00 in high-end toys…
As in this pic which, as far as I know has NOT seen as much ‘press’ if you will: Nevermind… I went in to get the pic out of my twitter account, and it seems I got nuked from orbit by Elon and the gang…
For which and/or WHAT I said or did sort of seriously confuses me. Outside of deriding an anti-White Groid and telling him something to the effect of “Go back to Africa you Australopithecine” or the like, I’ve actually been a good boy, so needless to say, I was a bit confused…
So I went into my timeline/profile where all of your posts and reposts are supposed to be. Guess which posts are completely missing?
Yep Any and all reposts dealing with my analysis of the Troony firepower… HIGHLY sus IMO.
The other weapons in question were, no shit, a M-72 LAW rocket tube that I think was already fired as it didn’t have end-caps and had that ‘oldish surplus’ look to it. In the same pic was a for real (not sure if it was/is operational) Russian RPG-7 (no rocket in sight) and a Mosin Nagant M91/30 or maybe a M44 rifle…
The one EVERYONE has been having a cow over (of course) is the M2A1 .50 BMG:
As one can see, that’s the new ‘quick change’ barrel, which can be identified by the carry handle and the muzzle device. I’m more than familiar with them as I assisted with the RFI (Rapid Fielding Initiative) in 2006 when the Florida Army Reserve and National Guard kids got them issued to them.
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So… back again. Took a few days but we had a LOT on the plate. The Dooney had his (late) six month checkup and unfortunately, shots.
This meant having to swap out a doctor to one who was more tractable and understood that if he continued to give the “Party Line” regarding that utterly retarded Big Pharma “recommended vaxx list” that his life span had the half-life of a loogie on a white-hot steel plate. Doctor Number One… well
Let’s just say he didn’t get it until I made sure that no one could hear my close-in discussions as to how not even dental records would assist in his missing person case… what pushed me to this was the empty threat of calling CPS and the Sheriff on us for being “Anti-Vaxx” without understanding just how well I’m known and tight with the local authorities.
“Nice practice here Doc… be a shame if something untoward happened to it and you amiright?”
The killer is all I wanted (and ended up getting) was the MMR vaxxes one at a time. NOT the big ole Thimerosal preserved one-and-done shot… The “Autism R Us” One Shot is what I call it.
Measles? Absolutely. Especially with the recent importation of all the turd worlders and outbreaks of same. Mumps? Sure. Same as Rubella. Better safe than sorry.
BUT
One. At. A. Time.
Just because you’re a lazy piece of shit and/or your fat fuck RN doesn’t want to take the time to do three different appointments, well, as they say that’s a “YOU problem” and not a “ME issue”. However, MAKING it a “ME issue” gets you a one way ticket to a place I know of where the gators can make an ENTIRE human corpse literally ‘go away’ in less than 8 hours… there’s a big ole nature conservancy area, 4800 acres of untouched wilderness up the road a spell… that gators there are fucking HUGE and that is something to know about right?
Handy to say the least…
The second Doc (the one who got our biddness) actually listened to me…and when I took out MY shot record and showed him that no, I’m NOT anti-vaxx but anti-bullshit, well then he was cool, and set everything up. It also helped that Gretchen and I BOTH towered over this little dude… he even went along with the “No” to the Hepatitis vax. I asked him if a 6 month old baby really needed it? Of course he went along… I mean I was radiating all sorts of ‘implied threat’ so to speak…
That and my Vax Record is sort of insanely impressive, as since I had to do a few weeks in Djibouti, the list of ‘must haves’ is INSANE. The County had to special order half of the shots I needed as a regular Doc-in-a-Box couldn’t even GET said shots and even the RN at the County was like shocked at what I had to get…
Djibouti required a yellow fever, MMR, Tdap, Polio, Hepatitis A & B, Cholera, typhoid, and finally rabies. Needless to say my fucking body was sore AF for a week. Never mind smallpox and anthrax… that one.. I had faked the funk on that particular one back in the Hood back in the day… Doctor Ulysses S Grant took care of that with the medic marking on my card that I had GOT the ‘thrax shot…
So he got his shots. Both of them that he’s supposed to have… DTaP (Diphtheria, Tetanus, Pertussis) #3 b/c the first two were already given w/no issue and the Pneumonia shot.
That’s it.
And as far as I’m concerned, I’ll make sure the rest are up to date as we go along… I.E. making sure the paperwork ‘Alles in Ordnung’ when and IF he ever needs said-aforementioned paperwork.
He also got to have his first real BBQ:
Gretchen had a B-Day coupon for Texas Roadhouse so the Dooney got his first rib(s). After which he didn’t even make it to the car because “meat coma”:
He really enjoyed the two that he had… Loved him some ribs. OH! BTW: Latest Stats on him. 29 Inches Long 24 Pounds 47cm Head Circumference Holy. Shit.
Even the Doctor was like “That’s a BIG Sumbitch!” He’s MAXXED his full size-to-age. In fact as of today, he’s exactly7 months old. Wearing 2T to 3T sizes.
FML. I’m going to have to buy and freeze half-a-fucking-cow in the near-future JUST to keep this Beast in groceries… I mean sheesh!
Also, on other things: I got not one but two jobs. One starts in August, and the other is the Antarctic Gig in February. Now… I’ve heard and seen all the “need to stay home” stuff regarding Gretchen and the Dooney. Believe you me, trust me when I’ve thought this out. It’s NOT my first overseas Rodeo. I’m aware of the inherent risks. HOWEVER Time is Money Money is Power “…but I thought Opium was Money?” Sorry, ‘Volunteers’ reference…
Yeah… the thing is IF I get stuck down here, as I stated in my last missive, I’m utterly and completely fucked. Ain’t no exfil from that joker. Just ask Robert F. Scott (whom the South Pole Station is partially named after) and his ill-fated Terra Nova Expedition.
Soooooooo… The South Pole is a back-up plan.
The primary is in place and I’ll be keeping THAT one close to the chest because I know a thing or two, especially in light of the scum that float around out there these days. No need to give any ammo to my enemies right?
And on that note, I’ll save a rant for another day. I also promise to try and poast more frequently, but as they say, the life of a ‘new’ Dad is a busy one, even when not working per se. I appreciate each and every one of you who’s stood by me and continue to do so, and have assisted me in this transitional time.
Yet again it’s a full deck going on around here. However, I’m working on getting better. The job hunt has so far given me 3 interviews already, and a fourth one ‘on deck’ on Thursday.
OK: SO it’s now Thursday and the interview went well.
This’s been a brutal few weeks around here let me tell you… The Dooney has been on his six-month-growth spurt and let me tell you, a piranha doesn’t even start to compare eating wise.
Like 3-4 pouches of yogurt/veggies a day, plus 5-7 (depending on how hungry he is) bottles of formula, and add on he’s miserable cutting toofuses and running a low grade fever on the regular due to the growing pains.
This essentially means that since my last blog a few ago, I get maybe three hours of sleep at night. I feel like this’s combat operations ALL over again, except I can’t say ‘fuck it’ and walk away… Besides, he’s just too damned cute:
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So hence my extended absence(s)
Right now both he and Gretchen are on a nap as I had to have quiet time whilst I did my interview. This one was of the South Pole gig and that particular gig doesn’t start until January as they flipped it from August. I was looking at working the “Summer Season”, August to late February, but now, as they say, ‘needs/must’ and I’m looking at January to November, which is ‘wintering over’.
Seems the hiring manager reviewed my resume closely and realized I might have what it takes to deal with the insane wintering over they have down there. The next step will be to do a group interview/psyche test so to speak to see if I’ll fit in.
I shouldn’t have any issues. All of my experiences gave me a real edge, in that I have a bunch of needed training that sort of helps… the BIG one being my more-than-passing familiarity with AIrcraft Cargo operations. I did a shit-ton of that when I was in Baghdad on my last tour there. The supervisor was highly pleased to find out I knew what a 436L pallet was, and how to load it. For the uninitiated:
I used to have to ship equipment all over the AOR on those. Another plus is my experience with 4k and 10k forklifts. Being a jack of all/master of none (outside of firearms) definitely is a plus for this gig.
So I got some time to lock in and do some other stuff and because of that, I’ve been interviewing with a bunch of other companies. I’m pleased that I’ve actually been getting quite a few of them, as I’ve heard that a BUNCH of people out there don’t hear shit from anyone, despite sending hundreds of applications out.
4 Interviews so far, and ALL have been great.
The trick is figuring out what I want to do… THAT’S going to be the bitch of it methinks.
So either way, I did get caught up on the news a bit lately. The Montreal Shooting, which appears to suffered the Memory Hole Effect, cracked me the fuck up in all sorts of ways…
Got to admit THAT particular headline was not on Ye Olde Bingo Card let me tell you…
On other things All the mental/emotional damaged Leftists who seem to be unable to help themselves in damaging the reflection pond?
I have a solution
Just shoot them. End of fucking story.
I mean this weak-sauce punk assed bunch of cowards are attacking not OrangeRetardBad, but attacking our fucking monuments.
I say enough with the mollycoddling of these fucking go-nowhere losers. Fucking make gruesome examples of them. As Stalin used to say, “Give ’em the noodle” which translates to a smol-caliber bullet to the back of the head. I mean these demented retards are out of control, have no fear, and it’s pretty obvious they’re utterly delusional, which in my ‘umble opinion means they should be kil’t and used as organ/skin donors for people who have the need…
Lord knows they serve no other purpose.
I mean they scream and yell about how they’re facing a ‘Holocaust’ and a “Fascist DotGov”… at this point, if I were ORB? I, as I’ve stated before, would completely and utterly embrace my MoustacheManBad side and go full fucking covenant on these despoilers.
I mean FFS, the left has been saying all of this shit forever and a day right? Why not give them a real taste of just what that means?
Fear… raw naked fear of ABSOLUTE MIGHT AND VENGEFUL PUNISHMENT is the ONLY thing at this point that could possibly salvage “The American Experiment”
I mean they’ll never leave us alone They’ve stated that openly They’ve even fantasized openly about ‘getting revenge’ on everyone who’s ever had the audacity to either voat the opposite of them (i.e. for any and all on the Right, RINO or not) or has the temerity to ask that we just be left the fuck alone, and not be bothered by the Blue and Purple Haired Childless Haranguing Harridans and their ilk. I mean personally, the 69th Intersectional Didlo Brigade has almost worn me the fuck out.
Hell… part of the reason I’m having ‘issues’ witht he idea of going back into Contracting is that that means leaving Gretchen and Dooney here stateside. IF something untoward in the States were to happen… well being stuck LITERALLY at the South Pole?
I mean Iraq and Kuwait? In a real world “Oh Holy SHIT things have gone pear shaped!!!” situation, there was always about a 30-40% chance of exfil’ing back to CONUS. Antarctica is a whooooole different ball o’wax so to speak. Something goes world-wide pear shaped, and it’d be me and possibly sumdood having a “The Thing” ending moment:
OK Back againafter ANOTHER ‘dealing w/the Dooney’ situation.
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Damn… 3 days later… I gotta wrap this. I DO have a poast in progress, but it seems EVERY SINGLE TIME I start typing, His Royal Highness calls and I’m off to deal witht he poopy diapers, raging hunger, or just needs to be held ‘cos God Bless him, the Dooney has NOT been having a fun time with this current growth spurt…
AWOL again Take a stripe, bend my dogtags in half and stamp my meal card “No Dessert” and we’re good OK? It’s been a tough couple of weeks. The Dooney is growing. With it comes a whole looootta toofus pain.
He’s also is one of the cutest and best natured lil guys I’ve ever dealt with. The issue is the teething has us having to wake up on a near continual basis to either hold him, reassure him or give him a teether as the neds can only be done every 6 or so hours. ALL of y’alls suggestions have been utilized and we’ve narrowed down the ones he likes the best.
Still… it’s exhausting.
He’s great though
We got him a small pool that he really enjoys splashing around in. He’s also (again) outgrown ALL of the 12 month clothes he had.
He just turned six months old!!!
Oh my aching grocery bill! He’s now also ALREADY on half-formula and half ‘real food’ Granted it’s the puree right now, but he could probably gum some toast to death no problem.
Now Sooooo much happened over the past few weeks, I just haven’t been able to process it… I do have to say the”Watermelon Felon” designation DID crack me the fuck up.
Plus a few memes that I found whilst cruising “X”
Funny right? So I haven’t really had the ‘mental bandwidth’ to be able to process anything overly political. The exception being the aforementioned WF who’s Found Out in ways he totally didn’t expect. His own parents essentially sold him down the river.
I mean it’s completely true in this case… They weren’t even there when he got sentenced. Gee… a missing blaq father? Say it ain’t so! Heh… Some comedy just writes itself.
Another part of why I was AWOL was I was interviewing. I’m waiting on a few more interviews. No joke, locations include Pine Gap in Australia, Diego Garcia in the Indian Ocean and possibly a season in of all places, Antarctica.
I have some connections out there that’ve been assisting me.
And yeah, I’m not thrilled about potentially going back overseas, with the exception of The South Pole. Talk about cool! I mean THAT particular gig doesn’t start until October, so I have plenty of time to think it over, as the seasons are reversed there… I don’t necessarily want to be away from the Dooney and Gretchen, BUT
Two things: ONE is it’s a gig. A contracting gig. With the National Science Foundation. The pay is also a plus as it’s non-taxable and contracting is what I do or at least did…
TWO: It’s a continent that’s HIGHLY RESTRICTED. Hard AF to get to. I mean there are the occasional cruises there, but to get to the actual South Pole? Nigh impossible. I’d LOVE to add that to my ‘been there/done that’ list. With that, I’d only have Japan and Australia left on ‘continents I have/need to visit’
Otherwise I’m still cranking on the Insurance studying.
I can see why they get paid so well.
The material is drier than the Sahara I swear…
The only other thing of note is the backlash or should I say ‘blaqlash’ that the whole Watermelon Felon trial triggered… now granted I was surprised by the lack of rioting… TBH I half expected a full on meltdown in the hood community. It didn’t happen which I mostly attribute to the defunding of the ‘usual suspects’ (i.e. USAID) and the NGOs that were funded by them…
That and the evidentiary chimpouts that DID occur, the calls for action and violence and all the other stupid things that a bunch of cretinous subhuman sub-70 IQ’d spoiled grifters were calling for…
As stated oh so often on WRSA and other like-websites, “When they tell you what they plan to do, best you listen!” The reaction on X and even in mainstream media was “OK… if’n y’all are feeling froggy, then fucking jump!”
To the point even MANY blaq podcasters, and some of the smarter blaqs realized that they are, as a whole sorely outnumbered as well as dumber than a pile of dogshit and that White people invented a whole new way to kill slant-eyed folks just because they could. Some of them even came out against the Anthony family when they found out the truth of the matter.
Funny that Aye?
So yeah… that’s all I can manage for now. It’s been a long couple of weeks. I have a poast I’ve decided to finally release on the Substack as well as here… It’s because the Emerald Isle has blown the fuck up, and hopefully they’ll keep “running up the skeer” as the latest intel dump I got is that the Brits have started evacuating large swaths of swarthy invaders via Ferries and airlift to Northern Britistan, as they’re pretty sure that they can’t protect them.
