Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
So. As we’ve all been seeing the disruptions worldwide, in particular in the Gulf. The Houthis have pretty much made it a no-go zone in support of the Palestinians getting really ¡Genocided! by what seems to be a Rabid Zionist group running the show over there.
I hope the fucking Houthis shut the Izzies down but good. It’s so bad that we’ve been literally controlled by the IPAC and the ADL… what with now any and all questioning of “the narrative” is officially Anti-Semitic. This despite them acting like, you know, ackchual NAZIs
Now, Operation “Cover the Jews” as I call it, well, that coalition sort of kind of shit the bed harder than our current (p)Resident. Those depends got filled so damned quick, I can say I haven’t LOL’d about a foreign policy pantshitting that hard since the Emperor took a shit in front of the (anti)Pope.
For those unfamiliar, a LOT of folks, from the Frogs (French) to the Dots (Indians) decided that their bread is buttered on the opposite side of what the Globull Amerikan Empire-of-Lies wanted, and told everyone Adios! They essentially decided that the Izzies had gone “one Holohoax too far!” (can you say ‘burnt baby-brisket’ anyone?) in their overwhelmingly obnoxious approach, and Noped the Fuck Off. Guess everyone world wide is tired of the Jews…
Go fucking figure… for a group that’s soooo oppressed, they sure do seem to carry an awful amount of ‘pull’ worldwide.
So, either way, the other day, the Houthis made the tactical error of letting a couple of their speedboats get caught unawares by a couple or so of Seahawks, which in turn blew the three boats and the 10 dudes on board back to Allah with a quickness. The Houthis and Iranian response(s) was essentially: “Oh, so you wanna start sinking boats now do ya?”
This apparently led to Queueing up “Operation Cut N Run 3: Don’t Lose The Boat in an (s)Election Year”, with the first one having been “Operation Cut N Run: Iraq, Damn Them Hajiis!” and then followed by “Operation Cut N Run 2: Arm The Afghans”.
It’s going to be replaced by an amphibious assault ship, the USS Bataan, and the USS Carter Hall, a Harpers Ferry-class dock landing ship. It’s going to meet up with the USS Mesa Verde, (already ‘on station’) which is a San Antonio-class amphibious transport dock. Seems that if anything, it sounds like they’re getting ready for a MEU landing (Marine Expeditionary Unit), what with those resources.
God I hope they’re (our current Eee-leet Overlords and ‘Masters of the Analverse’) not that fucking stupid to think that they can “Land the Marines!!!” in Yemen and do anything other than have them die in a Glorious, Gory, Highly Military Manner… either that or the cost of the Bataan is significantly lower dollar wise so we can theoretically afford to lose it.
So, as the title said, “everything is rotten”.
When I say that, I mean it literally
Case in point:
Two Days Ago I bought a 3.5 pound rack of ground beef at Publix. I broke it down into ‘consumable’ sizes, of about 2x at a pound and a half, and then this ‘un here, at about a pound.
That nasty shit is only 48 hours out of the store plastic wrap!!!
I put the two larger ones in the freezer right then and there, and threw this in the fridge to make dinner last night. Things went a bit sideways planning wise as Sapper, coming home from work, picked us up McAllister’s Deli subs. Quick aside: OMFG, great subs… had me a 12 inch Italian w/the works. Unbelievably good. Anyways…
I figured that the meal planned for last night, I’d make tonight my Beef Stroganoff using the in-the-fridge ground beef… yeah, I know you purist out there’ll bitch, but top sirloin tips (nice n tender) is a bit above the $$$ budget right now, and the ground beef, IF prepped right is as good, if not better.
So tonight after I got off of work from People’s Glorious Tractor Factory #206, I realized I didn’t have the cream of mushroom soup I use, and then when I checked on the beef?
The discoloration I expected. ALL beef is hit with a dash of carbon monoxide keep it all pink and fresh-looking. Which starts to wear off the second you break the ‘factory seal’ so to speak. So a bit o’the brown? OK… next step? The smell test.
The odor that hit me in that baggie flashed me back to when I first hit VBC in Baghdad. The 1st Armored Kids who took the base had apparently thrown a LOT of dead Haj into Saddam’s lakes and ponds rather than burying them. Those that didn’t get eaten by the big assed Carp or whatever the fuck them giant fishies were, well, some of them started being ‘floaters’ which reaaaaally stunk like a motherfucker. THAT is what this meat was stankin’ like.
48 Hours… I wish I had checked the ‘best by’ date on the package before I tossed it… either way though, what with the sale on the 3+ pound packs, the norm is that you got at least a week before full on corpse-ification of yer meat.
That’s not the only thing however.
Bag of South Carolina Vidalia onions?
Shit started to go rotten and liquified after less than 7 days from date of purchase. And even worse?
A bag of baking potatoes.
You ever had taters go rotten on you?
Maaaan… Mc-Fuckin’-Nasty me Droogs… those were DOA after about two weeks. Used to be a bag of spuds would last like -forever-… grow some stalks and eyes? Sure… break ’em off, cook ’em up. But these? Pure Dee Bio-Warfare Stank.
As a trained Logistician in moving DotMil Bullets, Beans and Boots from one end of Iraq to the other, I have to say, something ain’t right. KBR, who I had the extreme displeasure of doing this job for, would have lost their ass if a shipment of grub showed up so late as to have like ZERO time left on the “Expiration Clock” so to speak.
Critical Party Elements, nay… Necessary Life Elements such as food/water and probably medical supplies are ALL experiencing exceptionally fucked up delivery times. Even when the roads in Iraq, like Route Irish and MSR Tampa were ‘black’, meaning no-fucking-go zones, we still had trucks ‘push thru’ to make sure #ourguys (and us) didn’t run out of fucking grub. Couple of times in late ’04, it was a near thing. Now the routes? Irish ran in and around BIAP (Baghdad International Airport) and to Downtown Baghdad in the Green Zone, while MSR Tampa (Main Supply Route) was like an Iraqi I-95 North to South.
That’s Tampa there, and as you might notice
That was a truck hauling a POL vehicle we followed to Irbil.
There was never any guardrail or roadside anything, because that would provide a nice hiding place for roadside bombs. The Army ran the M1A tanks with the mine plows down the edge of the road and tear ’em all the hell up out of the ground. Better safe than sorry IMO.
So, point being:
We’re seeing (leastways I’m seeing) a serious degradation in the timely moving of critical items absolutely needed to continue insuring the stability of our various locales. As it is, we’re strictly one EBT Card Failure away from a Chimpfestivus like they had a couple years ago, which looking back, appears to have been a ‘control test’ to see exactly what would happen when Shaniqua and Donterious’s various DotGov Gibs no longer functions. Reason I say that was there was ZERO accountability for the multi-state EBT failure(s) across the board, which leads me to believe it was intentional.
Add on the current State of the (dis)Union, and we’re a racially radicalized powder keg, sitting on cases and cases of nitro-soaked, sensitized TNT waiting for a match. 1.5 million Illegals (a standing army of epic proportions, no matter the level of training) in the wings who ALSO are now fully reliant on “The GAE System” for their bread and butter, and man, that’s a sure fire recipe for disaster.
Especially IF the theories being bantered about that they are actually an ‘army in the wings’ for the Globalist Fucktards,.
I mean without going into personal numbers, but even with my crew, we’d be hard pressed to stave off 100+ armed enemy combatants. I mean to –really– do some damage, I’d need a goodly long early warning, indirect fire like mortars, and at least 4 belt-feds, plus a copious amount of ammo for said-belt-feds. Hell, I don’t think that any current prep/local support groups can or are able to stop those kind of numbers, especially IF they have “official sanction” with potential ‘police support’… I know for a fact we’d do some serious damage
There’s only so much one can do.
So, Besides keeping your head on a swivel, also plan for the worst case scenario as I have as of late, i.e. bugging the fuck out IF it looks like the local scene is going to go ‘full retard’. Download and PRINT hardcopy maps, with primary, secondary and even tertiary escape routes, as well as areas surrounding your fallback positions.
Make sure you look at secondary non-common travel routes, like train tracks and the like. Old hiking trails in some areas, that a 4 wheeler can traverse. Be aware of physical obstacles, like rivers/streams and conditions pertaining to weather/seasons as well. Is that stream you plan on crossing going to be ankle deep, or is the winter run-off going to swell it to a waist-deep rager? Shit like that is Muy Importante IMO.
Also make sure you have multiple compasses to go with those maps. Make sure at least two of them are quality, like a tritium Cammenga like I have, and used in the DotMil:
I ‘stole’ one by not turning it in (paid the statement of charges) when I got out of the DotMil, and acquired another later on down the road. Remember, especially with gear like this, One is None.
GPS and coolio whizz-bang gear is fun and neat, but also they need (unless it’s sooper-high end solar powered) batteries. Like the Garmin HERE Also, Hi-Tech tends to be a lil bit less resilient than old tech. Throw your Garmin at a brick wall, see how it works, as opposed to a solidly built compass capiche?
So, that’s the lesson(s)/observation(s) for today. One last thing I would suggest is take advantage of ANY food sales on canned goods that you can, while you can. 3 months ago, Chef-Boy-R-Dee was 10 cans for $10, or a buck-a-can. Gross, but food is food amiright? Goyslop, but it’ll last a looong time.
Today it was 4 cans for $5, or $1.25 a can.
Like I said, start stocking DEEP(er) if you haven’t already.
Ain’t no time like today, ‘cos there sure as shit might NOT be a tomorrow.