Big Country Expat

Greetings and Salutations!
Well last night was a “Fallout London” sort of night. I needed to do some killin’ so Virtually being the only socially acceptable version I could participate in (for now) I went all in.

A pretty good body count for the night. Lots of Feral Ghouls.

A night killing ghouls is a plus.

It was -that- sort of work day that drove me to mass slaughter. Some days and some of the Glorious Tractor Factory Clients I have to deal with just proves to be without any doubt that we are in the ‘Decline of Empire’ days… the only saving grace we have is OUR “Nero” a.k.a. The FORMER Pretender to the Glorious and Harmonious P&PBUH (Plus 10%) Orifice of The (p)Resident, The Ex-Dementor-in-Chief, Emperor Poopypants the First, Post-Chief Executive of the Kidsmeller Pursuivant, Good Ole Slo Xi-Den did NOT get to utilize his fiddle, and possibly our OrangeCaesar may eventually cross the Rubicon, and get shit straightened out.

Anyways… this’s a bit of a “Throwback Thursday”
I recently while cleaning up the Museum Area, I found a set of cabling that I bought years ago that allows one to check old hard drives by hooking up a power supply and a i/o cable that allows you to then plug it into your PC via USB, and see what exactly what you have on said-aforementioned drive.

Now I don’t know about you, but I never throw away a Hard Drive until I go back and make sure I’ve pulled everything off of it that I can. A very handy tool to have. Only after that do I then do a full T/S Level Demil, to include drilling, degaussing, and finally a sledgehammer to the drive to get rid of it for good.

To go with this, I recently found a stack of forgotten HDDs that have been laying around. One labeled mine, another labeled (in the X’s handwriting) backup and storage, and a few smaller laptop HHDs. Now the laptop ones are problematic in that I lost the power coupler for those that goes with the cabling set.

So for now, I still have to wait to see what’s on them. The other full size ATA drives? One of them is an 80 gig drive, and dated from the early 2000s… so that means at the time that was a HUGE storage device. It reminded me of one of my first USB memory stick drives I bought in Baghdad in 2004. 256 megabytes and I paid some stupidly large amount for it… like almost $200 as I recall. The X’s storage drive is a terabyte, so I think she got that while I was still overseas.

Either way, I cracked open the ones I could, and pulled what I wanted.

TBH it was really fucking depressing.
It was hard.
It Hurt truth be told.

ALL the pictures of the Spawn when they were littles… TONS of pics of ALL the holidays I missed… The X was and may still be a prolific photographer. I let her buy any camera equipment she wanted back then… and the very few holidays or whatever when I -was- home, damned few pictures of me.

Tons of the other members of the fam… the In Laws in particular. Her family… even when -I- was home on the rare visit. <Sigh>

However, ONE drive was kind of cool. Lost pictures of mine from Iraq and of all places, pics from Guantanamo Bay… like all of a handful but still… the reason for such a paucity of the pics in Gitmo was the damned near absolute ban on taking pictures didn’t make one want to take pictures. After Abu Ghraib and all the shit that went on there, unauthorized photography was a one-way ticket to either unemployment or a cell depending on the circumstances.

In fact the ban was so strict that IF you were leaving Gitmo, even for a short period of time, ALL your electronics, and I mean ALL of them… laptop, thumb drives, CDs… ALL of it had to be turned in to be scanned and/or censored like they used to censor the mail in WW2. That meant dropping yer shit off two weeks in advance and hope to Hell it was ready to go home with you by the time you were supposed to leave.

I got around that by NOT taking any electronic items home with me. I rawdogged it so to speak without a Laptop during the trip. I mean I had one at home so it worked out. The pics I did take made it past the censor board, so hey, at least I have a few pics.

Here’s one of me waiting for the Bus to take me to work:

….and one of me on a day off from work:

Gitmo: Where one attempts to erase one’s liver.

Then another Iraq Photo set I had features the Late Great Toby Keith on a USO tour… This was taken behind 1st Cav HQ on Liberty in 2005:

The bald old man in from of me is (God Rest him) my bro Skip who died of Cancer about 6 years after he got home… he was a good dude but wouldn’t get the fuck out of my picture framing LOL. Here’s another maybe better? one:

TK was a cool showman I have to give him that…

I personally wonder if the stomach cancer he got was because he spent so much time over there with us… I mean he seemed to always be in Baghdad every time I turned around…

And the number of US who got cancer?
Sheeeee-it!
Let me tell you now:
Depleted Uranium?
Its going to be the Agent Orange of the GWOT
Just watch.

On the same Hard Drive I also found videos I shot at my house in Iraq, as well as vids of various missions from there, to include some better shots of my rather cool and extensive weapons collection. Let me start off with that:

Now I’ve poasted that one before.
Some of you might remember seeing it.
HOWEVER the copy I had sucked. A picture-of-a-picture.
VERY bad quality.
This One? MUCH BETTER!

So, As you can see, this’s a pretty cool selection of the various toys I had. The problem is I had no idea where the rest of the pictures were. By looking on that drive I found one of them, specifically of one of the rarer pistol? rifle? You can decide:

The AK in the upper left?
A Sterling Silver (plated?) Saddam “Krinkov” so to speak.
My understanding is those were used by his bodyguards.
That particular one was a paperweight as the operating rod was cracked and broken, rendering it useless outside of a pretty wall-hanger.

Then there are a few other cool examples. The .38 at the bottom was a Smith and Wesson Pre-Model 10 Military and Police Revolver marked (on the other side of the barrel) “Property of Iraqi National Police”

And the far right semi-auto is not a Belgian Helwan nor a Beretta M1951. It’s a cheap shitty copy of those, a 9mm made in Iraq called a “Tariq” named after some Muj General from eons past. The silver medallion has his face on it. A total piece of shit that I never fired for fear it’d self-detonate. Didn’t want to lose anything critical so to speak…

Jes’ Sayin’

The others were cool too.
The SVD was a Chinese NDM-86 that had formerly been the property of Uday Hussein himself. I even had paperwork man…

The PPsh-43 was made in 1943 and marked “Stalingrad”.

The FN-MAS was unfired and unfireable, as I didn’t have a proprietary mag that’d fit it.

The FN-FAL was neat.

The folder AK was a Chinese Type 56.

The AK with the Blonde Furniture was an of all things made by a company called “American Eagle” but was select fire with full auto ability. Someone told me thast that was a CIA-sponsored and manufactured weapon…

I have no real idea.
My MP-5 folder is in there too, well worn, and I also found this pic of me w/my MP-5K:

Good Lord I make that thing look like a cap gun…
And I still have that particular helmet:

A little more worse for the wear, 20 years later
(OMG!!!! It’s LITERALLY BEEN 20 YEARS since that first pic was taken!!!! OLD OLD I GOT OLD!!!!)

So yeah… kind of cool.
I had a literal metric shit-pot more of them, but the majority of them were just ‘normal’… nothing that stood out per se. I mean like who cares about 23 more AK-47s right? I for real, I had AKs to burn back then…

And then we come to the videos.
Now keep in mind the following are digital video(s) shot in 2005… the quality isn’t the best, despite me having the ‘latest and greatest’ gear that WASN’T $4k or better… I wanted good equipment, but I wasn’t going to go nuts… sooooo…

Here’s some videos of some “Iraqi things” namely a video tour of part of the Palace Complex of Victory Base in Baghdad:

And then, there’s a Convoy I rode shotgun on to get to Abu G and our entry in:

And lastly, a shot of the Ziggurat at Ur:

Man I’ve been to some pretty cool places and seen some pretty cool stuff Aye? Watching these, I realized that I lived history man… Kind of wild TBH…

Now I’m HOPING those uploaded
If not
Well dammit. I let this thing sit for a LOOOOONG minute to get everything done ‘right’. And in the end, I ended up uploading it to my Yewtoob Channel and embedding them to get them out to you all.

Dammit.
AGAIN

Anyways…
Finding long lost ‘stuff’ like that is pleasing.
I’m going to have to figure out how to crack open the laptop HHDs as I know those are from my Iraq Adventures and who know how much forgotten ‘stuff’ is on them? I’ll keep y’all up to date as I get things done.

So hope you enjoyed Throwback Thursday… Maybe I’ll make it a regular thing? Let me know in the comments

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Word from the Home State gives me tonight’s lede:

Gee…
Tell me isn’t so!
The first blaq sheriff elected in the State of New Hampshire has gone down for corruption, theft and embezzlement.

‘Color’ me surprised.
This’s my shocked face.

The RTWT is HERE on ZeroHedge.
And of course as soon as they busted his worthless corrupt blaq ass, he cried “Rayyyyyycism” and all the other tropes that such malodorous scumbags always play.

The only issue is the name should say “Dindu Nuffins”

Even though this piece of shit got caught with the proverbial ‘laundry list’ of charges, the lily-whytte Libtard Judge only gave him sentence that’ll see him out within 3 1/2 years when he had a potential max of 10-15.

Which means he’ll be out sooner, rather than later.

I blame the fucksticks from The People’s Socialist Republic of Taxachussetts, one of the most Commie States in the Union, chock-a-block FULL of escaped Massholes who migrated North to get out from under the unbelievably horrible tax oppression. That and the influx of New Yorkers who during Covid ‘headed for the hills’ (and Mountains) so to speak.

Unfortunately the former “Granite State” needs to be renamed to the ‘Foam Rubber State’ as it’s clear that the place IS a rubber room filled with worthless escaped lunatics from the various Blue State asylums. In fact I heard that not long ago, some of the moar ‘fragile’ newcomers were demanding that the State Motto of “Live Free or Die” be changed as the original one was too ‘harsh’ and ‘masculine.’

Somehow it (thankfully for now) didn’t happen.
In the future however?
I’m not placing any bets. The smart New Hampshire kids (like me) got the fuck out of Dodge as we could -see- where things were headed long term. The place is a festering cesspool now. The last time I was there was for DeadDad’s Memorial/Burial at Sea.

I took the X and the Spawn down to my old haunt of Hampton Beach… I wanted to share the place that I’d grown up and had so much fun. The Arcades, the rides… Blink’s Fried Dough (if you’ve ever had it, you know of what I speak). All good stuff.

Instead we got there and it was wall-to-wall degenerates freaks and gays. MOAR faggotry than one should ever have to look at in one lifetime. This wasn’t the Hampton Beach of my childhood… this was Fire Island North… blue hair, fat ugly lezbians. Leather-fags in assless chaps… OMFG.

I had to get the kids out of there as at the time they were at the age that they shouldn’t be exposed to that sort of depravity.

I was, no joke, utterly dismayed as well as shocked to the core.

I suppose I shouldn’t be however
As CA would say:

Hacking off the entirity of New England and donating it to Quebec would be about right… trade them for Alberta maybe?

We used to loathe the Canuck Quebecois who’d do the ‘tourism thing’ when I worked the beach as a kid. Fuckers were worse than niggers on tipping… like leaving a no joke $.25 cent tip on a $200 meal with like 9 people in the party. That was in 1984 so it was a HUGE meal with a lot of people. I remember ‘cos the waitress was so pissed (I was a dishwasher) she came in the kitchen, grabbed one of those HUGE honking professional-kitchen knives and started after the party in question… our Maître D’ had to disarm her as she was going to go out and hack up “…those fucking cheap-assed fucking frogs!!!”

Seems they had her jumping through her own ass the whole time they were there eating… and she busted her ass to get fucked over for a quarter as a tip? I wish dude had let her go on a rampage… it would have been epic.

So yeah, whoever said you can never go home was right.

What gets me is that have you ever noticed that the very second a blaq gets into any positions of power or control, the very first thing they do is start looting the treasury so to speak? I mean look at Apefrica. I can’t see one blaq run country that isn’t a prime example of the blaqs in charge looting and stealing with blissful abandon… It’s got to be something in the DNA. “Niggers behaving badly” is no longer a meme…

I mean even recently, that nog in charge of Chicongo came right out and said publically that he’s hiring pretty much nothing but fellow nogs, to the point that the Just-Us Department is doing an investigation, not that that means anything at all.

I mean Hell, the aforementioned FORMER nigger Sherriff?
He hired a ‘friend’ with the name “Freezenia Veras” into some position that paid $80k a year!

Between the name and how she looks, I’m pretty sure that the position that the Sheriff hired her for included ‘missionary,’ ‘doggy’ and ’69.’ If that dress were cut any higher, you’d be able to tell if it was 70s muff or ‘old baldy’…

Jes’ Sayin’

Always with the ‘Muh Dick’ and stealing…
It must be something genetic.
Probably goes back to the programming in the DNA.

Australopithecines as I recall from my early-early pre-politically correct archeology and anthropology classes that the species Australopithecus was more than likely a scavenger as they were too weak to hunt properly, weren’t toolmakers, and had to scavenge (steal) whatever meat and/or food they could to survive. The whole ‘muh dick’ thang could be explained that they were always on the ‘edge’ of being extinct, so they made up by having a prodigious birthrate…

I mean I’m purely spitballing here but hey…

Makes sense right?
So on other things, I’ve stopped working on the new Enfield until I get a brass repair part. As you can see:

The main lower piece of wood has a serious break in it.
I might be able to repair it, but until I get that brass screw to attempt a repair, I’m on hold with everything. Mainly as IF that’s a non-recoverable piece of damage, I’m probably going to have to get another ‘new’ donor rifle, as the wood colors need to match for it to look right.

I’m pretty sure I can fix it, but I can’t really do my normal ‘soak/scrape and sand’ until I stabilize that break. If it can be, well then great. Otherwise I’m hosed.

So that’s tonight’s fun
Gretchen is supposed to be home around 10pm tonight. She’s pushing hard to get home so as to GTF away from DC and sleep in our bed, as this trip wasn’t the most comfortable.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Well my thanks to everyone who bought in on the raffle, and ALSO MANY Thanks to Reader “J.B Honeydew” who sent me something exceptionally cool for the “Big Country’ Museum of Mayhem”

Namely “B-Yen”

As Dan Monroe from “Movies Music and Monsters” (one of my favorite YouTubers, check him out… He’s Gen X and covers a LOT of cool stuff) would say as it’s one of his catchphrases

“How cool is that!?!”

It’s U.S. Military Issued ‘Occupation Currency’ from Okinawa. His Granddad was a U.S. Marine who was there back in the day, and he sent me some of it to preserve it in the “Museum of Mayhem”. I’m looking for a frame now to mount it properly. I think I’ll go with a black lacquered frame in keeping with the Japanese theme. Now as far as the B-Yen? Well the Goolag AI said this:

“B yen: B yen (B円, B en) was a colloquial term used to refer to a form of military scrip used in post-war US-Occupied Okinawa from April 15, 1946, to September 1958. Officially, it was called B type military scrip (B型軍票, B-gata gunpyō). This infobox shows the latest status before this currency was rendered obsolete.”

According to the wiki, “The United States military used a separate scrip called “A type yen” while “B type yen” were only used by the local civilians. In the brief time between the 1945 battle of Okinawa and the beginning of the US occupation, the islands went from a currency-free system, relying upon barter and distributions of supplies from the authorities, to the reintroduction of currency with the B yen, the introduction of the new Japanese yen (both “new yen” and “B yen” being used concurrently for a time), and then the establishment of the B yen as the only legal currency.

Beginning in 1948, the A type yen was deprecated, and B type yen came to be used by military and civilians.”

OH SO COOL to add to the collection!
Here’s the close up(s):

Y’all come here for the guns and drama, and occasionally get a cool history lesson amiright?

Military ‘script’ isn’t new. In Vietnam, Korea, all over the place… MPC or “Military Payment Certificates” were used during the various wars the US participated in. Cribbing (again from the wiki): “MPCs evolved from Allied Military Currency initially used in Europe during World War II. This was a response to the large amounts of US Dollars circulated by American servicemen in post-World War II Europe. Because the futures of local governments were unclear, the local citizens might not trust local currencies. Because they preferred a stable currency like U.S. dollars, local civilians often accepted payment in dollars for less than the accepted conversion rates. As dollars became more favorable to hold, the local currencies became inflated, thwarting Allied plans to stabilize local economies.”

It was also theorized that MPC was used to artificially depress local currencies as a plan by the DotMil to keep the dollar strong and other monies (for whichever country we were occupying) weak, in order to allow for more cheaply construction and maintaining of military bases.

So another project to put on.
The other-other project got done tonight as well, and that was mounting a bayonet on one of my shotties. I have two semi-auto 12 gauges, one being a Black Aces Tactical, and the other one which I got about six months ago, a Panzer M4. I got in serious trouble for the Panzer as money was tight, but PSA had a sale… and they take Sezzle which is an installment plan which allowed me to get it without a significant budget impact… dammit.

Bothe are Turk made, and as I’ve often and regularly stated that the Turk, while the initial offerings they had weren’t the best, Now? OMG… Beer Prices for Champagne Quality in my experience(s). YMMV.

The breaker for me when I got the M4 was a guy on the Yewtoob who, after watching GarandAss shit allll over the Panzer M4 decided to do his own 1000 round challenge on it side by side with a Benelli M4 and it’s damned near Xerox Copy, the Turk made Panzer M4. Like a Xerox as in almost ALL aftermarket parts and even Benelli parts will fit on the Panzer, which allows a LOT of upgrades if you want.

As Gretchen would say “Well butter mah ass and call me a biscuit!” (and yeah, she does actually say deep southron stuff like that) the guy after 1000 rounds of 12ga thru each, the Panzer beat the Benelli!!!

The Benelli failed faaaaar more frequently than the Panzer.

Color me shocked.

Then I found another similar video, and when I got the “Semiauto Shotgun Sale” email from PSA, I knew I was in deep shit. Outside of Enfields, Gretchen told me about a year ago, “No more Guns!”

That’s like telling a junkie “No More Heroin!”

I AM going to ‘find my fix’ LOL
It was on super-sale so to speak… $349.99 with the wood furniture and gray coating, as opposed to the ‘tacticool’ camo and black and pistol gripped variants, which were about $50 to $100 more. Personally, on a shottie, I hate pistol grips. I much prefer classic stocks… so yeah, I got one.

And tonight?

Well… it’s an updated version of “Grandpa’s War Crime Shottie” but what the hell:

Overall, I added just a few things over the past few months… The picatinny mounted sidesaddle for 6 backup rounds, the heat shield (necessary as when I go blasting w/it, that barrel gets HOT!), and oversized bolt release which is nothing more than a metal tab that ‘hooks’ on the receiver. The real release is an itty-bitty button that I did not like. Oh, and a tritium front sight post.

And now? The Stabby-McStab-Stab Mounting kit. Originally for a Mossberg 500, I machined it to fit properly, and then the only mod I had to do that I -wasn’t- thrilled about was I had to carve a wee bit of the handle on the OKC-3 Marine K-Bar bayonet to get it to fit. The barrel loop was just a wee bit too tight.

I did get an additional 2 round extension tube, BUT if I add that, then I can’t add the bayonet. And personally I’ve found that the bayonet is very handy psychologically speaking… having ‘cold steel’ mounted on a gauge reeeeeealy seems to (as the Brits say) ‘take the piss’ out of a potential opponent.

So 7 rounds of ‘Fuck You’, and 6 as backup, with the ability now to gut a fucker like a trout. Look like a perfect weapon to me.

The reason I call it a “War Crime Shottie” is because in World War One, the Germans were horrified by the Army using the Winchester Model 1897 12 Gauge Slam Fire Shotgun:

They said it was “Inhumane” and “Evil’ and “utterly Barbaric”
(this from the fuckers who introduced Mustard and Chlorine Gas to the battlefield right?) So a “trench gun” or “trench sweeper” as they were commonly referred to by the troops for their ability to lay waste to a densely packed trench of enemy troops.

You have got to love it… And that was a pump action lacking a trigger disconnector, which allowed whomever was shooting it to hold the trigger and cycle the pump and it’d ‘slam-fire’ making it capable of INSANE amounts of fire.

I can only imagine how Herman-the-German of yesteryear would look at this semiauto puppy! So anyway….

The only news story I want to comment on is one from a few days ago from the Daily Mail:

Say fuckin’ wut Willis?
The story is here
The reason I’m commenting on it is it immediately brought to mind this Gary Larson “Far Side” Cartoon:

Life imitates art I suppose.
Go ahead and RTWT if you want…
It’s just MOAR of teh stoopid IMO.

So that’s been my night. Gretchen is on her way home and from what I can tell, she’s finally come to the stone cold realization that DC is an absolutely irredeemable waste of skin and oxygen

I’ve been telling her for years, but after two weeks of living and travelling with her, as an adult, with ZERO ability to get away from her, I had to ‘talk her off a cliff’ the other night ‘cos she was going to put two in the back of DC’s head with her .357 while she was sleeping.

I had trouble doing so mind you…
That and suppressing mad giggles if not outright laughter.
So at least I got that going for me.

So Happy Monday!
Let’s get this fucking week over with already.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
I’m copping out tonight
Deal with it.
Memes:

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
So I did a bunch of work until literally 0300 last night on the Donor Rifle (DR for brevity from here on out).

I had to wait until I got some equipment to get started when in reality it actually arrived waaay earlier this week. I just was not in the mood to face MAD Cosmo man…

Last night though I put on the Big Boi Boxers and started in on the disassembly and bathing the pieces-parts in my tank o’Anti-Cosmo. I of course started up on the bolt and magazine respectively:

I had to scrape in just to get the bolt to open, as well as the magazine to release.

The Funk Is Real here folks…

I got the two primary pieces out that I wanted, namely the mag and bolt, and on inspecting them, BOTH surprising the Hell out of me seem to be in great shape. The mag has NO obvious defects (outside of being marked “DP” and painted as such) and the bolt appeared to be in one decent piece, namely the pieces-parts on it look like they’re all there and possibly functional:

Like I said, a lot of Cosmo-Funk going on there. There isn’t much bluing left on the bolt either, and the mag from what I can tell is also painted with the protective “BritBlack” paint.

Either way, I had one other part I wanted to get off, and that’s the nosecap. With that part? You thought the receiver and chamber area was nasty? Try this:

It looks like somebody melted caramel onto the nosecap…

I removed both retaining screws and still needed a hammer to beat the nosecap off the mounting area as the Cosmo was a wee bit solidified and as you see thick as Kim Kartrashian’s ass.

A couple of soft strikes with my trusty gunsmith plastic wrapped mallet and viola:

Once that was off, all three of my primary parts went into the Witch’s Brew-Bath. It’s Xylene, Metal Blast Rust Remover, Acetone and Birtchwood-Casey Degreaser/Cleaner. Potent nasty shit. Melts gloves like you read about…

I left it overnight.

In the meantime I got a text from Gretchen as this A.M. she got to see the Lil Booger when DF brought her to the hotel they’re staying at to go to the pool. She shot me this pic:

Ugh
Love her to death, the both of them (Gretch and Addy) but man I’ve been emotionally intentionally -distancing- myself to save on the hurties. I know I’m glad I’m not there or there’d be me in jail and a stack of burning corpses ALLLLLL over that fucking county I swear.

Anyways…
Back to my ‘happy spot’

This Afternoon when I actually got out of bed (around noonish) I went a recovered the parts in the bath. I didn’t bother with a picture as literally the brew was so discolored and I ended up using a pair of channel-locks to ‘fish’ that parts out by feeling, because as I said, this brew practically slags gloves within a few minutes of getting soaked with it.

It did its job however, as seen here:

Yes, those are the parts I dropped into the tank for an overnight soak. Here’s a few close-ups:

The Mag:

You can see the “DP” stamp on there and some shades of red in there where the red paint was in the ribs of the mag itself. That’ll resolve when I do a deep strip using the bluing remover in the next phase. Overall though, I like how it came out with minimal effort.

Then the bolt:

Not bad at all. I have to tear it down completely to do a full inspection, but I’m pleased with the progress so far. Again, on the knob you can see the “DP” marking.

As an aside: Any time they turned a rifle into a “DP” rifle, which stands for “Drill Purposes” they marked ALL the significant parts “DP” so they could not be reutilized in a functional service rifle. It was considered to be “DeMil’ed” which stands for de-militarized, i.e. can’t be made to shoot again. And because of this, a Drill Purposes rifle was to only be used for literally Drill Purposes forever only and that meant ANY and ALL parts on it were to never (by British Army Regulations) be reutilized again on a functional rifle.

Of course that was then and this’s the now.

Especially since there’ve been no new manufactured parts for this particular rifle since the mid 1960’s.

I mean the stock(s)? How is the wood ‘terminally compromised’ so to speak? Just short of a termite infestation maybe? Or how about a screw or whatnot? I can see the bolt or maybe the bolt head, but there are (and I perform) checks and tests to insure that the parts I’m utilizing or I should say reutilizing are good to go.

So yeah, that’s why I’m using a $99 dollar Donor Rifle as opposed to buying a $300 set of replacement wood, and gaining more spare parts while I’m at it. Anything that doesn’t ‘pass’ MY Q.C. I just shitcan outright.

So anyways
Lastly, we got the nosecap:

What a major difference Aye?
So that’s where I’m at.
Ignoring the Tennessee Stupid Two Step up there…
Just working on my Rifles

So that’s tonights fun.
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Let’s see… in this episode we’ll cover a few different items. First one:

The Raffle
I appreciate any and all of you who’ve ponied up for it. The drawing is on May 23rd, mainly as I had a few of you who wanted to snail-mail me the entries, so I have to wait until all of those come in, then I can do the drawing.

The turnout has been great!
The rifle’s initial investment has been recouped and I’m almost at the price range to assist Sapper with the repair bill for his truck, if not pay it outright.

Which leads me into Number Two re: The truck.
Many questions about the repair bill:
The $800 was just for parts ONLY if you can believe it.

The labor charge was going to be about $200 to $300 max (supposedly). Them fuckers were soooo over the retail line that it was fucking retarded, hence Sapper blowing his lid off. In fact it was even MOAR insulting as it’s a place called “Christian Brothers” of which one of said-brothers (who runs this local branch) is a retired Lieutenant Colonel from the Engineers.

They talk a good line about taking care of ‘fellow vets’ but as we found out, talk is fucking cheap.

Unlike their insanely overprice parts.

Another reason Sapper was pissed.

That and he’s feeling his age today.
It’s his B-Day today.

He turned 56. He’s got me by about 6 months. However, as I tell him, it’s not the age, it’s the mileage.

His son and Grandson will be here at the end of this coming weekend on the 23rd +/-. We’ll celebrate then. That should be cool as the Nookular Redhead and his Grandson Atlas get along like gangbusters. Kylie was hyper-excited to hear the news when Gigi (Gretchen) told her… She’s ALLLLL fired up. Atlas is a good kid too, so it’ll be fun. I arranged it for us to have her ALL next weekend, Friday to Monday night.

This’s going to be fun I think.
Exhausting as Fuck
But fun.

Now onto ‘other things’

I just literally got off the Phone with “Lieutenant Dan” aka Mike from Cold Fury . Despite being chopped up (again!), he’s doing quite well actually. Turns out they cut him juuuuuust below the knee as opposed to his other cut-off which was above the knee. He’s waiting on an appointment for someone to come out and fit him with as he called it “my new fake foot” so he might be able to regain some mobility outside of the wheelchair. He got home on Wednesday, and things were good.

He’s in great spirits and asked that I pass on this intel to y’all. We had a good 30 minute conversation, and unlike the ones we had when he first ‘went down’ with his first issue and amputation, he’s doing, from what -I- can tell great. I’m REALLY pleased to hear this as in the past he used to get a bit melancholy about the whole thing. Right now? He sounds like “the Old Mike” I’m used to, so that’s a mad bonus.

I’m still going to call him Lieutenant Dan if not to just bust his balls. If anything I told him with all this chopping on his lower torso that the fact that he -still- has his balls is also a mad bonus!

Take the positives when you can Aye?

Then… OPSEC Is Over (for now).

This being Gretchen’s Mission as of Late:

Gretchen has been MIA on a Secret Squirrel Mission to assist DumbCunt with the recovery of Adriana. DumbFuck had gone ahead (despite NOT fulling the pre-assigned requirements, more on that in a minute) and filed for FULL and COMPLETE custody of Addy.

We only found out because the Guardian Ad Litem called Gretchen to ask if DC had been served with the paperwork regarding the custody battle. At the time, we knew she hadn’t and that’s what sparked the past few weeks of stupid and hurried/panic induced issues. DF was making a move without us knowing about it. And as he (DumbFuck) has and knows about here? I mean he does have this blog on the radar, so I’ve been quiet…

They (DumbFuck and the CryptKeeper) had tried to, with the help of a completely corrupt judicial system, to ‘end run’ around the requirements to give full and permanent custody of Adriana to DumbFuck. It’s mainly due to the CryptKeeper no longer being able to chase after a 5 year old amiright? However, in order for him (DumbFuck) to get FULL CUSTODY, DumbFuck was supposed to have accomplished a slew of ‘things’ BEFORE he could attempt to file for custody. For those of you who’re new here, it’s been a looooong drawn out shitshow for almost three years over custody of my now-four/five-year old Gran named Adriana. She’s called Gran #2 here for brevity.
So to continue:
In order for DumbFuck to be able to file for full and uncontested custody of Addy, there were/are a WHOLE slew of prerequisites. Among them:
DumbFuck was supposed to have his own independently either owned or rented place… house, apartment, what have you. No joy there forhim

He was ALSO supposed to have a job for over six months with a record showing just that. From my understanding, at the age of 33 , he’s never been able to keep a job more than four months…

And lastly but not so firmly, is that IF he was in a relationship, that said-relationship was to be stable, and that the female would have a potentially good impact on Addy. This means essentially no fly-by-night whores or slores.

Now the issue is custody HAD and currently IS under the control of DumbFucks grandmother, now and previously called “The Cryptkeeper” as that’s what she looks like. She’s almost 80 years old, and the full time caretaker of a fucking energetic 4-5 year old? Yeeeeeeah. Corrupt much?

Now not for nothing, I like them both to a point.

HOWEVER

Do I think the kid should be raised by them?

Oh Hell to the fucking Nopes all around.

The Cryptkeeper raised DumbFuck and look how HE turned out!!! Like at least 6 Felony Level Domestic Battery/Assault cases, some of them against The Cryptkeeper herself!!! It’s all about the tribe however… as in the Appalachian Tribe ‘closing ranks’ to lock out us “Big City Florida People” as the first Judge called us. In open court. Mocking us. The same exact judge who’s been disbarred for corruption since our battle. This was essentially a transfer of the kid to DumbFuck as the 80+ year old CryptKeeper is in no way capable of taking care nor raising a 4-5 year old.

However, as we found out, DumbCunt was NEVER served with paperwork, and yet, according to the record, they supposedly claim that they did attempt to serve her three fucking times!!!

The problem is NO ONE TRIED TO SERVE HER!

We know. SHe’s been essentially on “Lock Down” at Mom & Dads

They had her address.
They knew where she was.
They fucking lied about the attempts to serve her.

IF we hadn’t gotten a call from the Guardian Ad Litem we would have never even known about this hearing at which point Addy would have been gone for good so to speak. Instead we got wind of it, and Gretchen raced up there with DumbCunt to throw a wrench in the works.

I’m not going to go into the minute aspects, but if anything, it’s clear as day that they still have it in for Gretchen but actually more so for myself. They apparently want me dead/jailed I think.

I reeeeeally pissed off everyone up there. I’m pretty good at doing that, i.e. pissing off people in authority… Mainly for the fact that I called them ALL out for being members so to speak of the same fucking judicial ‘Appalachian Country Club’ and were ALL actively trying to fuck us out of our legitimate claim to our Gran. In fact. the last court order we had was for us to turn over our ENTIRE financials to the court for them to ‘examine them’ in regards to the fundraiser I did and that oh so many of y’all donated to. Like as in ALL the monies.

When this happened I consulted MANY lawyers about this.

That’s when we called it a day so to speak…
We packed up and moved home rather than deal with that is as follows…

The MAIN reason I didn’t do this was on the advice of my FLORIDA lawyer(s) (I have several). One of which specically told me that under the circumstances that we were dealing with, what with the corrupt lawyers/judges/everyone that IF I handed over the financials, no matter what I did or what was in the paperwork, they’d find -something- that they could use to refer and/or immediately bind me over for a ‘criminal complaint’

Meaning that although we were in CIVIL/Family Court, the judge can/could have and probably WOULD HAVE referred me over for a criminal complaint, which to me? I noped the fuck out of…

At which point IF (or I should say WHEN) the judge had ordered it, the deputies there could/probably would have taken me into custody, and because it was a multi-state fundraiser via the interwhebz, I could/would have been facing probable FEDERAL wire fraud charges!!!

Federal Wire Fraud charges hold a MAX of 20 years and a quarter Mil in fine potentially.

As I said I ‘noped the fuck out’ and said “Fuck That Noise”

I would have literally been ‘flushed down the booby hatch’ at that point… I would have literally had NO recourse IF I had allowed them to get the financials and then get that far… Shades of the former Soviet Union Anyone?

As it states:
Per The Oxford Eagle:

Lavrentiy Beria, the most ruthless and longest-serving secret police chief in Joseph Stalin’s reign of terror in Russia and Eastern Europe, bragged that he could prove criminal conduct on anyone, even the innocent. “Show me the man and I’ll show you the crime” was Beria’s infamous boast.

Read more at: https://oxfordeagle.com/2018/05/09/show-me-the-man-and-ill-show-you-the-crime/

Meaning that no matter what I did, they’d (more that likely) be able to ‘pin me to the wall’ for -something-/-anything- that THEY deemed as fraudulent. A Federal Wire Fraud Indictment? That had as I stated before, a potential of a 20 year max sentence and a quarter Mil in a potential fine.

It was literally a no-brainer.
The fact that while I was in Tennessee, living there, and that’s when I bought my 1911 when it was on sale. It doesn’t or I should say wouldn’t have mattered to the court. They could have, and now I’m pretty sure that they would have made it out that I had utilized fundraiser bux to buy a $299.99 handgun, so ergo, the fundraiser would have been fraudulent.

As it’s the court who gets to decide what purchases were ‘legit’ versus ‘illegitimate’,I mean how the fuck do you fight that???

Well…. Some people say that the process IS the punishment. As we saw during the ENTIRE proceeding there that they really had it in for me… and according to Gretchen they still have a hard-on for us and the fucking Public Defender, (ostensibly on “our side”) tried to pressure her (Gretchen) into giving up the financials AGAIN while she was there… and for me to ‘turn myself in with the records’…

3 Years Later.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
As if.

This coming from DumbCunt’s Public Defender/Court Appointed Lawyer!!!

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot!!!!
Who’s fucking side is this slut on anyways?!?

I had to verbally ‘shake’ Gretchen as she was so freaked out.

Because the PD (Public Defender) was asking for all that financial shit that which LITERALLY had no effect or even have any bearing on the case at hand, as this case was DumbCunt arguing against DumbFuck getting full and sole custody of Adriana. It struck me as exceptionally odd and out-of-place…

As DeadDad would have said,
“Aim low, they may be on Shetlands”

That’s when I realized that even the PD might be part of the ‘cabal’ or whatever the folks call themselves possibly. Maybe a group? No idea what to call it. Like George Carlin said, “…it’s a big club, and we ain’t in it.” Paranoia IS a benefit sometimes….

Then the other highly fucked up thing was was that Gretchen was barred from being able to be in the court room. Which I know was completely fucked up. I know this as when WE had our hearings, we were allowed to bring witnesses and experts and what have you. In this case?

Gretchen was barred from participating

They wanted DC in there by herself

Again:

So much for American Jurisprudence Aye?

Yep. I think it was an attempt to cut DumbCunt off from Gretchen who tends to be very fast on her feet thinking wise. They expected DC to fold like a lawnchair, but thank GOD she held her own.

DumbFuck got his motion denied and Summer Visitation will be re-visited in about 2 months, which means Addy gets to come here for a month or two to visit with DC.
Win-Win DESPITE all the obstacles
add on Summer Vay-Kay?
There’s a LOT of time and space for things to ‘happen’

Jes’ Sayin’
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
OK… so it wasn’t the fuel system after all.
It was our friend, Mickey Fucking Rat again!!!

The shop called Sapper this A.M. and told him that it was the mass air flow sensor as well as the wiring harness. Plus the air cleaner box! You couldn’t see it from just popping the hood however… it was all ‘under and out of sight’.

The sonofabitch chewed it ALL up in there.

To the tune of $800 in parts alone. This was the point when Sapper flipped his shit, and I did a quick goolag search and found that the fuckers at the shop were not just overcharging, but “Bending over and assraping us” in overcharging. The Mass Air Flow sensor? Theirs: $125. Amazon for an OEM? Try $39.99. The air box itself? They wanted $225!!! We found it on one of the parts houses for less than $100.

Sapper went down and chewed some serious ass. The fucking guy behind the counter tried the “Well all our parts have a xyz warranty!” and all this shit. Then tried to say they wouldn’t use parts that we supplied… I wasn’t there but in the end the Manager got involved and now? Well they’re using OUR parts and the bill is going to be oh-so-much less now.

I’m sooooo weary of “The Grift™“

Like is there anything or any place in this fucking country that isn’t trying to fuck you up and over for your cash? I mean even the church… I completely cut the Catholic Church here dead because of the number of times that the Collections Plate(s) went around…
“This one is the Mother Church collection!”
“This one is for our Overseas Missions!”
“This one is is for the building of the New Church”
“This one is is for….”
What the fuck ever dude…
You lost me for good now man…

I mean it was just like horrible man. The “Overseas Missions” in particular chapped the fuck outta my ass. The “Mission” in question? It was to help the Catholics in Costa Rica… The way they played it up… OMG… like it’s a completely unsettled Third World country or something. The big problem I had was that the areas that they were talking about going to and ‘helping’ weren’t exactly the poor areas… Nope… they were going to places like Jaco… which to someone unfamiliar with the area wouldn’t know that’s some primo beach and vacation area there.

It’s right down the street from Punterenas. That’s exceptionally well known as ALL the west coast cruise ships stop there IF they have Costa on the itinerary. Essentially they were collecting dinero to take vacation trips on the parishioners dime, and by doing a few days of helping out with building a new school or handing out bibles or some other sort of ‘justifiable bullshit’ and gee… they get a fantastic Vay-Kay out of it.

I know of what I speak as The Other Countries Lil and Middle are located in Esparza which is about 20 miles inland directly up Route 1 on the InterAmericana Highway. My last trip to see Middle Country I spent a weekend with him blasting up and down the Highways and Byways on his Harleys. He’s got two of them, so I got to do “The Motorcycle Diaries” in real life. Needless to say, some of the most fun I’ve had in eons back then…

Telling you, this kind of grift is why I bailed on the church. Nevermind the padre who married me and the X who got ‘perp walked’ a few years after for being a fucking kid diddler…

Can you blame me?

So tonight is another quiet wife-less evening. I can’t update y’all for a few more on her mission, but I will when OPSEC is no longer an issue. The cool thing about her being gone is I get to make the food she doesn’t like, like tonight’s chow, oven Baked Tilapia.

I should call it buy it’s correct name “Oven Baked Butter/Garlic Soaked Tilapia with a Hint of Lemon”

And of course we have a recibee and pics.
The start:

Two pounds of fresh Tilapia. Any fish will do, but this was on sale at Publix and never frozen and fresh caught supposedly. NOT Chinese stuff… again supposedly. Either way, those are some magnificent filets.

Then, it’s time to season them:

Salt and Pepper of course (not seen) and then the Thyme, Paprika and Oregano. You have to liberally coat both sides of the fish:

Then it’s time to get the Butter/Garlic (and Lemon) all put together. I scraped the entire exterior of one of the lemons for the zest before I sliced them up:

I ended up with about a teaspoon worth, which is fine. Then, I melted a stick of salted boo-tard as I like to call it:

And yeah, I need to clean the microwave LOL
I’m so tall I don’t see the roof of it, so I have the think about it when I’m cleaning, otherwise it gets funky like that. That’s the spatter from the leftover meatballs I had for lunch yesterday I reckon.

So after the melting of the butter, I added a 1/4 cup of lemon juice, the zest, and two heaping honking spoonfuls of the minced garlic:

Then I blended it all using the ‘boat motor’ as my X used to call it:

Now, one picture I forgot to take was before I put the fish into the pan. I added a very thin layer of seasoned Panko:

After the Panko went in, I -then- layered the fish:

You can see the Panko there in the pic.
After doing that, I poured the melted and blended garlic/butter/zest/lemon juice over the entire thing. I made sure that a nice coat was layered on each filet. After that, I followed up with another thin coat of the Panko, and placed the sliced lemon on top:

Then it went into the oven for about 15-18 minutes at 400 degrees. It was a wee bit longer because the filet were extra thick, and I didn’t want it underdone. I checked the thermometer and it needed to be (at the thickest part of the filet) at 145 or above. It hit 150, and I pulled it:

The side was ‘double dipped’ thin cut french fries, extra crispy due to the double dipping. It came out plated like this:

Super light, OUTSTANDING flavor and nice and flaky as a well done Tilapia should be. I think it’d be even better with Cod or Haddock, but currently the prices on those are insane AF, so I’ll have to wait until it comes down in price, or get farmed and frozen which I’m not a big fan of…

Either way, I’m pleased for an off-the-cuff ‘mess’ of things…
I hardly ever measure ‘stuff’ and just sort of throw my recibees together, and hope for the best. The only thing I didn’t add which I realized after the fact was some Aleppo Pepper, which would have only added to the awesomeness. I keep forgetting to add some ‘kick’ to the food here as Gretchen can’t ‘do’ hot spices because of her stomach issues, so my default setting for a lot of my cooking is ‘meh’ on the heat.

I think the next meal I cook up will be a bit ‘hotter’… like maybe some ghost pepper chili as my bro Cowboy gave us some that he grew, and that I subsequently froze as at the time, I wasn’t going to use them…. call it the ‘rainy day ingredients’ so to speak.

So that was dinner.
Otherwise, I’m off for an early bedtime tonight.
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Whew. Still employed for now. Also my thanks to everyone who entered for the Raffle. A great turnout thus far, so I appreciate it. Sapper spent the ENTIRE morning busting knuckles and turning wrenches, only to give up. Seems that there’s a few issues that he didn’t expect to contend with.

One is where the fuel pump is located in relation to the rest of the truck. He’s got a 4 Door Tacoma. Because of this, this eliminates our ability to do it ‘the easy way’ as -I- call it, namely removing the bed and going from there. The pump is, according to the diagrams and our own observations, under the front cab. That makes the ‘lift and switch’ idea a nonstarter.

Then, he’s got over 1/2 a tank of fuel in the tank. That’s about 10+/- gallons of benzine man… call it 60-65 pounds worth of gas. And since the vehicle is a post 2005, draining it is… shall we say… problematic? Straight up IMO it’s a pain in the ass. Never mind the fact that dropping the tank is going to require a LOT more resources than we have collectively on-hand. We need a ‘cradle’ or lift of some form, some other ‘stuff… Overall it’s so bad that Sapper cried “ENDEX!” at about 11am.

ENDEX being DotMilSpeak for “End of Exercise”. I’ll give him credit… he tried like Hell and worked diligently from sunrise until 11. He started early as that’s the best time around here before the mid-day heat and hooo-midity comes up and cooks you in your own juices so to speak. And like I said, around 11-11:30 he came in all dirt covered and grease smeared, and asked for my Triple A Card.

“Fuck this noise man, I’m taking it to the shop around the corner! Gimme your AAA card!” Unlike Saturday night, the tow truck dude showed up in about an hour (and who also wasn’t a weed smelling Jamaican like the last dude) which beat the other night timewise by a long shot. Sapper went with him, and I then punched for lunch, and went and picked him up in our Rent-a-Putt-Putt… And as far as the rental? They gave us a 2023 Kia Soul… it’s an ‘Itty Bitty Thang’ so to speak…

Amazingly I do do fit in it. I knew I would when we went to pick it up the other day, as Gretchen’s parents have one that I’ve driven before, so I’m not completely unfamiliar with the ride. It’s as ugly as the day is long, a boxy utilitarian ride at best, but hey…. as basic transportation? I’ll take it. One observation however is that man…. I hate some of these ‘new cars’ and their features. This thing has two of the worst.

One thing it’s got, which OrangeManBad and his Merry Crew of Chaos and Destruction is apparently getting rid of, is the automatic engine start-stop system. For those unfamiliar, this a devious piece of shit device hoisted on us without any input from the consumer. Start-stop systems are designed to automatically shut off a vehicle’s engine when it stops—at a red light, for example—and restart it when the driver releases the brake. Ranger Jay had one on his Ford a few years back, and I was loathe to drive his ride or even ride in it because of it…

According to Zerohedge, the new Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) Administrator Lee Zeldin is pulling the plug on this particularly odious and wholly unnecessary forced addition to a vehicle. No one asked for it… it was essentially implemented via fiat under the Rule of the Obummermessiah. Link to the article is HERE Thankfully shutting it down was merely a push of a button, designed specifically to shut it off, as oh so many hate it with a passion.

Now that feature is going to go away (Thank GOD!)

Personally I hated the fucking thing in every vehicle I’ve ever driven that had it. I personally was terrified that the car would not start up in a critical moment, leaving me with my ass in a sling or my balls in the wind. Either choice? Not cool.

BUT THEN:

Whereas the other particularly concerning feature this buggy has is a “Lane Assist System” which includes a ‘Lane Keeping Assist’ and a ‘Lane Departure Warning’.  LKA helps prevent the vehicle from unintentionally drifting out of its lane, while the LDW alerts you if the vehicle is about to leave the lane without a turn signal. The ‘warning’ is just that… an annoying assed ‘beep’… and because of that, I got no issue there.

HOWEVER

The ‘Lane Keeping Assist’?

Holy fucking shit! OK… I’m not exaggerating as is my wont as a Storytelling Irishman. No joke… we were driving on I-75 in an area that’s been under some serious construction as of late. I didn’t (at the time) know how to turn off this confounded device, and found myself literally wrestling with the steering wheel as IT (the Lane Keeping Assist and/or the Vehicle) tried to ‘keep us in the lanes’ despite me having other ideas. Namely that due to all the recent construction, the optical sensors were reading the lines that no longer had meaning and in fact would have kil’t us dead if I had allowed this thing to proceed!

As in some of the lines radically changed lanes where you no longer needed to change lanes…so said-optical sensors, seeing the line go ‘hard right’ tried to force the car into the right lane, despite the traffic and or anyone who was IN the right lane at the time… No joke, the fucking car had me fighting it until I finally pulled over, brought up the Google, and found out just how to disconnect this infernal device. Which in itself was an issue… It should have been as easy to shut down as the start-stop system… instead I had to pull over and find the info online…

By the time I got done, my wrists were sore as fuck from fighting the steering wheel. It really sucked.

And just as an add-on to this observation: I’ll be perfectly honest, I’ve always thought people who drove Kia Souls were full-on mentally retarded. It seemed like an inordinate amount of them were always lurching around on the roads… lots of drifting… lane changes without signaling… I mean for real… they seemed utterly clueless and dangerous.

To the point I noticed that people driving/owning in that particular model of car must attract a brain damaged group of fans and followers and because of this, I mentally made a note so to speak that went so far as to say when I saw one on the road:

“People who drive Kia Souls don’t know how to drive!”

And reacted with extreme care when around said-vehicle.

But now? After this experience? NOW? I wonder if these poor folks were driving without knowing how to turn off the over-eager ‘Autocorrect’ if you will. That their poor driving wasn’t so much them as it was their vehicle being ‘possessed’ so to speak by this app? Surely there has to be numbers out there regarding accidents due to people having a lack of intel and/or knowledge vis-a-vis this fucking supposed ‘assistant’ and how to disable it?

Shades of “Christine” I suppose.

What’s particularly odious about all of this is that ALL of these ‘features’ were foisted on us by people who claim to ‘know better’ and ‘understand the broader picture’. To my perspective and as things have progressed, I, as well as the majority of y’all have realized that the self proclaimed ‘so called betters/elites’ are in reality a bunch of slack-jawed, low foreheaded mouthbreathers who’ve all interbred to the point that it defines the concept of “The Law of Diminishing Returns”. Too much ‘pissing in the gene pool’ if you will… I mean look at Chelsea Clinton as a prime example…

And no, I’m not going to insert an Arkansas joke here… besides being born to those fucking pig-ignorant hillybilly grifters made good, to be truthful, she’s uglier than a bag of broken rusty hammers and has a lower IQ than a room full of retarded streetshitting Pajeets. There’s plenty of reasons that you have literally never heard that broad speak publically at length but the primary reason is that she’s been found that she’s genuinely stupid and that because of that, she is utterly incapable of having a Cognizant and/or Coherent thought that anyone could understand. Think Kamala X10.

And because Mumsie and Dadums realized she was worthless politically speaking (i.e. capable of running for orifice) She essentially was ‘sold off’ to a member of the “Tribe” a dude named Marc Mezvinsky, who’s a ‘connected’ member of the “Elites” in that he’s a Wall Street ‘moneyman’ (i.e. a money launderer). Interestingly enough his BOTH his parents, Marjorie Margolies and Edward Mezvinsky, are both former members of Congress!!! Huh…..

What are the fucking odds Aye?

So THESE are the ‘types’ of people who’re ‘shot callers’ for stuff like I mentioned if you will. Thankfully Cankles and the Whoremaster seem to be on the outs across the board, and their demonspawn doesn’t appear to have any drive to follow in their demonic footsteps… so that’s a plus… but anyway….

Eric Peters rails on this sort of DotGov overreach and Implementation of unwanted/unneeded regulations on the regular on his libertarian weblog. I do recommend it.

Hopefully we’ll see some changes in the future

So that my Frens is tonights ‘stuff’.
I’ll be going into some other chain of brain-thoughts later.
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Well a hearty “Thank You” to all who’ve entered so far. I’ve sent a few folks a DM via email who wanted a mailing addy rather that utilize the PayPal. If you want/need to mail me an entry, the email to HMU is:
bce187th@protonmail.com
If you throw me a DM I’ll give you the mailing addy.

So far, so good.
The only wrinkle of the day was at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, things are wee bit slow, and I missed a tasker because I was watching a movie. So I have to take the hit so to speak… Yeah, I was purely fucking off, but at the time, I was waiting on clients and or suppliers to return either emails or voice mails, and there wasn’t a Hell of a lot left for me to do. The new Commissar (who I originally thought was cool) apparently is a wee bit of a micro-manager and gave me the line that “…as your supervisor, it’s my job to make sure the company is getting it’s worth out of you, and by not doing anything, well…”

Ah. OK. A Company Man Fucktard

My ‘old Commissar’ had the idea of “Live and Let Live”. If the work and production is getting done in a timely manner, and if no one is complaining, all he cared about was that the proper amount of hours were filled, and that no one was bitching. It was a Golden Time so to speak.

But Dis Fukkin’ Guy?

Yeeeeeah.
I got no use for “Company Men” nor Micromanagers.

So I’m probably getting a write up.
That’s fine.
Time for me to start looking for another gig then.

I’ve acquired quite a new set of skills that are very sellable, and this guy doesn’t quite have a full grasp of what he’ll be losing, so it’s on him. That and if he thinks I’m remotely going to help out the way I used to i.e. doing extra over-and-above ‘stuff’ for the clients that the Politburo have determined are ‘special cases’ he’s on fucking drugs.

Doing shit like this puts me of a mindset that all he’s getting out of me verbally in the future is going to be “Yes Sir/No Sir Three Bags Full Sir” and the unsaid “Go and get fucked Sir.”

Add on the fact that in the three years I’ve been there, I’ve only gotten a $2 per hour raise in total.

Yep. I started at $20 an Hour.

In three years, I’m now at $22

The fucking Pizza Hut is advertising up the street for delivery drivers starting at $22 an hour. And they apparently can’t get anyone to work there. And here I am doing exceptionally skilled work that is absolutely NOT ‘hire off the street’ sort of stuff. In fact, I -did- have to learn it all, and -I’m- the reason that People’s Glorious Tractor Factory even does my line of work, when every. single. competing. business does not offer these services. We’re utterly unique and it’s because of me that it’s been successful.

However, like ALL companies out there, they could give a fuck.
As I even said to him today, “One fuck up erases and entire plethora of attaboys” so as I also said, “It is what it is”

So the plan is to keep doing what I’m doing, and let them, if they have the balls to, let them fire me so I can collect. Whats funny is we have a new person that’s supposed to be assisting me, and that I’m supposed to be training in some aspects of my side of things, but now?

Yeeeeeeah let me get right on that Massa.

So much for the work bitching.
Now… other things…
Polytix?
Haven’t been closely following anything as it’s been the ‘same-old-same-old’ with the exception of the deep dissatisfaction I have with the absolute failure of the Pajeets and fucking Pakis to start a full on war w/Nukes. I was really looking forward to a full Nukular Exchange and no, I’m not kidding. It’d have been epic. Another aspect to that particular ‘tempest in a teapot’ is a lack of Videos.

In this day and age I would have expected, nay planned on watching some toe-to-toe slugfestivus ‘stuff’ and instead? We got Nada. El Zippo. Zilch. It’s even worse than the Krain right now.

And speaking of the Krain and the apparently Koked up Klownshow? The video is pretty damning in regards to the Eurofags covering up the spoon and packet of coke. The m,ain reason I’m convinced it was real was the number of ‘scattershot’ excuses that came out… “It was a deepfake…” then it was “That was just a Kleenex!” and of course after that “That was AI and made up!” and then “You didn’t see what you thought you saw…” oh so fucking plainly and openly on videotape that we could see for ourselves.

Any wonder why no one at all outside of retards and morons have any faith or belief in any and all “Leadershit out there. Like we still haven’t had any of the Epstein Clients revealed… I mean for fuck’s sake, we got some clambag Henchwoman, Ghislane Maxwell or however you spell that hebe-cunt’s name sitting in jail for the trafficking of sexual slaves and shit to…. nobody???

Then all the other crap out there…
Anyways, it’ll never change until someone starts killing these assholes in wholesale lots. Once bodies start stacking, and if done correctly, the fucking enforcement swine won’t even try to interfere as they’ll recognize that it’s a zero-sum game, and the smart thing to do is just stay the fuck out of the way while the butcher’s bill gets paid.

Not that I’d ever encourage that sort of behavior.

Now lastly, working on the new rifle.

I got the vice installed finally:

So as an experiment, I figured that BEFORE I attempt to fit the new barrel to the receiver I’d attempt to remove a barrel from a receiver, specifically on one of the Donor rifles.

Now, I got everything nicely clamped down, tight as all get out. I set everything up, and then I tried to wrench it off. It didn’t go as planned:

The barrel, despite being torqued down like a mother still slid and rotated in the collet. Looking at it closely, my hunch is the hole they bored through and the weld that they put on the pin also bored/melted the threads to each other. It got to the point the ENTIRE work table was going to break if I kept it up, so that’s done for now. I had even soaked it in penetrating oil before I tried this, hence my reasoning for the drill/weld being the issue. It sure as Hell isn’t from lack of strength nor trying.

I think I’ll just chill for a while and work on degreasing the new donor rifle. That should keep me busy for like the next month or so. I did get in the new ‘soaking tub’ today:

It’s the same as my original tub. 36 inches long and perfect for soaking the longer pieces/parts in. The tub itself is just your basic flower trough:

For those of you interested in it this’s the link:
https://amzn.to/3Zey2oC
and yes, I get a ‘taste’ if you get one. I found it to be VERY good in using it with almost ALL the solvents EXCEPT that Xylene shit. The Xylene melted that fucker down like a Styrofoam cup in gasoline… whereas gasoline? No problem in that sucker. Hence the need for a replacement.

Now that I have the new ‘soak tub’ here I can get down to business. A nasty dirty business, but hey, what ya gonna do?

So that’s what I got for tonight
Hope all is well and appreciate all of you who’ve entered.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Gah!
I hate to let it go as I really enjoy shooting it, but the Ishapore RFI 2A1 is up for grabs!

The Rules:
You have to be over 18 and be able to accept a transfer from a FFL Dealer. No FFL info = No Rifle

This means passing the the FFL background check is called the National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS), SO if you can’t legally own it, don’t enter!

The Raffle will run from Tonight May 12, at the Poasting of this Until Next Friday, May 23rd where the winner will be randomly selected by Sapper from a good old M1 Army Helmet.

Raffle Entries are
$10 for One,
$25 for 3,
$50 for 7, and
$100 for 15.
The $$$ is done thru my Paypal at

theintrepidreporter2019@gmail.com

Make sure you include your Name and Email Addy so I can contact you IF you win, so as to set up the delivery.

The reason for this is we had an unexpected setback here financially at the Casa. This past weekend on Saturday Night on the way back from Pizza and Brewskis, Sapper’s truck shit the bed. The problem is Gretchen is currently ‘out-of-pocket’ on a Secret Squirrel Mission and will be for a few weeks possibly with OUR ride.

We had to sit in the pouring rain for like two exceptionally humid and shitty hours (lost my buzz dammit!) until AAA got a tow truck there and got us back to the crib. I’m renting a wreck tomorrow, and we figured out Sunday that it’s the fuel pump that’s crapped out. That’s going to take a lot of effort and work to do (as we’re going to –try- to do it in the driveway as we both ‘turn our own wrenches’.

Still, the renting of a wreck is going to ding the pocketbook. So hence the raffle. Plus we’re going to need to do a lot of running around methinks, as all projects like this invariably require multiple trips to the pieces-parts houses. Nevermind that I have a bunch of VA appointments this week…

Bad timing for this Aye?
So I’ll update you more on how things go as we putter along here. Good Luck on the raffle and may the odds forever be in your Favor!

More Later
Big Country