My Experiencing DotGov -Utter Worthlessness- Today. Remind me: Why do we pay them again? Why haven’t they been hung? (YET)

Greetings and Salutations!
Again, bone-weary.
Tired.
It’s been a looooong slog but I think we’re finally at the place I wanted us to be here at the Casa cleanup-wise. The yard, for lack of a better term, is done for now. It needs a cut, and there’s ONE branch waaay up in there in one of the trees (one of the oaks) that’s unreachable via my looong pole-saw, but at some point, I have to get it down. The being as it’s overhanging the sidewalk, and God Help me if it falls and takes someone out…

I don’t need a lawsuit on top of all my other issues.

I have a grappling hook that might do the job if I tie it (the rope after ‘capturing’ the limb) off to Sapper’s tow rig on his pickup, and we rip that fucker down…
Guess we’ll have to see.

For tonight’s Rant of The Week:

A lot of people saw the X Poast about the Electric Chainsaws sent to North Carolina right?

NOT the Bee… for really reelz!

Sweet Jeebus.
Again
“Positively, absolutely Goddamned Brilliant Private Pile!”
Genius, pure Unadulterated Genius.

Liberty Doll has some prime commentary about it as she lives in the Area of Operations:

She’s pissed

Quite Righteously So.

I myself ran into a similar circumstance this A.M.

Late yesterday, Commenter BC (The ‘Other’ BC) with whom I’ve shared a brew or two texted me letting me know that Hillsborough County had a relief distribution site set up. He let me know that they were giving each car/family a case of water, a case of MREs and a tarp kit for the roof IF you needed it. Said the location was at the WalMart up the road a spell, and distro was set to ‘kick off’ at 0700.

Now…
I know I’m good for ‘stuff’ BUT…
Free MREs?
I wanted to see how this operation was dealt with and to be truthful? A case of free MREs? I mean I eat them on the regular so why the Hell not? I mean I pay some really insane taxes anyways. That and depending on the crowd, if there were a LOT of needy folks, I’d beg off and bail w/out taking anything

Or so I thought.

This was, in ALL my previous experience(s) as VAST and VARIED as they are across the board, this was BY FAR the most inefficient, inept, incapable and utterly inadequate operation that I have ever had the (dis)pleasure of witnessing in action.

Whomever was in charge of this particular “Jug Fuck” should be stripped of their job, their pension, their retirement, and then tarred and feathered, if not optimally ridden out of town on a particularly sharp and splintery rail.

Their relatives and children should be publically shamed for that matter. They should be afraid to show their faces in public… drive them from the community at large as an example to others who would be this worthless. To those who’d say that’s cruel?

Nope.
It’s a preventative.
Those fucking kids carry one half of that “Stupid DNA” and therefore they should be sterilized proactively as to prevent any more urination in our collective gene pool so to speak.

At the barest minimum, they should utterly be publically humiliated, scorned, and/or Horsewhipped plus beaten for good measure as an example for Future Fucktardery as a warning against such things. Put them fucker(s) in the stocks and let them be pelted with rotten fruit and/or animal viscera.

Preferably skunk.
Long Dead Roadkill Skunk Guts TBH.

My rationale?
OK… so I got there at 0620. That was plenty of time (or so I thought) to get in line. What had not been factored in is that THAT particular Wally World had the last operational gas station in about 20 square miles.

Who in the fuck thought setting this up here was a good idea!?!
Riverview High has a MASSIVE parking lot that can handle a Airborne Air Assault Division of Helos…
Setting it up there would have been cake
But, we ARE talking about a DotGov Analfuckfestivus amiright?

The lines were, as one can imagine EPIC.
ALLLL the way down ALLLL the streets.
ALLLL the streets as I mentioned? Yeah… Like 4 of them. Two were major thoroughfares. Fucking this’s just the start mind you…
ZERO signage
ZERO direction
Even the cops (as I found out later) had NO INSTRUCTIONS on how to manage this fucking shytteshow.

I started out in one line, and after an hour and a half, I realized this was not the line nor the droids I was looking for. I then moved onto another line, where I did about 45 minutes. I figured by line hopping? at one point or another -someone- would be bound to tell me where I was fucking up right?

Not so much…

During these escapades… the ENTIRE TIME I did not see ONE fucking car being loaded nor handed ANY food items. It got to the point where despite Sapper’s pickup running on Enthusiastic Gerbils (it’s a 4 cylinder) I was wasting gas, so I stashed the ride and dismounted.

Which ONLY got me MOAR heated.

I walked up and braced a set of Hillsborough County Deputies, who appeared as frustrated as myself. I identified myself and ‘patch rubbed’ in that I established my former DotMil bonafides, and told them this was the single largest Logistical Fuckup I’d ever witnessed, to include ALL of Iraq and Affy. I mean for real… KBR was fucked up, but not this fucked up.

They wholeheartedly agreed, and asked that I step back to the now-getting larger group of civvies, as one Deputy said “Those assholes are going to see you up here, and they’re already in a mood…can you go back and chill with them?” To which I acquiesced. On my way OUT of the ‘operational envelope’ I asked one of the FEMA looking Motherfuckers standing around (like all the rest of them):

“Just what in the fuck are you waiting on? It’s not fucking hard. One potato, two potato… give one case of MREs, give one case of water, give one tarp set, You’re very welcome and move the fuck out. What in the fuck is so difficult about this???”

Turns out they were waiting for the “Green Light” to start the distribution from “Disaster Recover Headquarters” possibly in Talla-fucking-hassee!!!!

At which point I scorched the poor sumbitch.

“…and you mean to say, that in ALL your wisdom, that you have families, who have run out of gas waiting on you retarded fucksticks to give out the desperately needed food and water supplies BECAUSE SOME FUCKING ASSHOLE BUREAUCRAT IN TALLAFUCKINGHASSEE HASN’T GIVEN YOU THE ‘GO AHEAD”!?!

Yeah. I got balls-deep into him
Full-On Drill Corporal Mode.
Soooooo satisfying.

Not that he seemed to care. Said it was on the “Chief” who I -think- I identified later as a fat, post-wall Central Florida Inbred Retard-Looking Cat-Lady ‘Karen’ bitch who positively reeked of box wine and sadness, she apparently was the only one who could make that call… more on her in a second. Apparently my scorching of her ‘minion’ had zero impact on her, so I decided to escalate…

So…
Times like this is when I positively excel.
I got inside their OODA Loop.

No one wants to make the call to get this shit going?
OK
It’s now 0930… lots of lil kids with parents, the sun is coming out now… full on Florida Sunny Day inbound… there’s about a thousand motherfuckers in cars circling like Great Whites, looking for gas, and about only 6-7 Deputies who look worried, as tempers and the temperature is steadily rising. Guess if she doesn’t want to make some calls?

I will.

First thing:
I maneuvered to where the FEMA-wannabes were able to hear me. I also made sure I was within earshot of the now rapidly growing crowd on foot. Not too close as I’d been warned by the Deputies in a friendly way of where ‘the line’ was where I might get hemmed up…I’ll credit the two of them, they were NOT your usual swine.

THEN I hit the Goolag.
A quick search for some intel consisting of:
Fox News 13…
Tampa Bay News 10… (CBS)
Action News 17… (ABC)
ALL of the tip lines.

I called each one in succession. Let my enemy do the work for me, and for God and Country. I described the Jug Fuck (using that exact description) of the distribution… how we’d ALL been told to be there at 0700… and that it was now 0937, and no one was doing –anything- except standing the fuck around scratching their collective balls... and how people were running out of precious and currently irreplaceable fuel to be here, and “Hey, isn’t our DotGov great!?! They all need to be hung.”

I also added (for flavor so to speak) how -I- thought it was because they (the fucktards in-situ) -I think- were waiting for some sort of fucked up photo op with the local Politicians? That part I made up, but I fucking knew that the Ministry of Lies and Propaganda would be alllll over that like flies on fresh turds…

Let them have at it amiright?

And sure as fuck…
As Gomer would have said: “Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!”

“ALL OF A SUDDEN THE GREEN LIGHT WAS GIVEN!”

It took less than 8 minutes from my initial call.
Heh.
I got all sorts of stink eye because of these actions… I’m sure when I walked through to collect my MREs they would have loved to deny me, but at that point I owned them.
Good.
I positively love it when I piss off people like this.

Which brought me BACK to Karen. Now… I know she was probably a volunteer, but she seemed faaar too comfortable with her mantle of ‘supposed power’. And to riff off this: as an interesting side note

There were a very large contingent of Burrito Goblins who showed up ‘late to the party’. They didn’t ‘Hablo’ and they kept trying to cut the line. The blaq females of course were having none of that shit. ‘Vocal’ about “…dis illegal line-cuttin’ fukkin’ shit” don’t even begin to describe the anger….

Most of them (the Goblins) are illegals that get brought in for the harvesting of various crops… Strawberries being the biggest one around these parts. The blaq females were pissed about the Burritos cutting in line… it was even more of a glaring issue when ONE would cut… and then >suddenly< they have their entire extended family to include the cousins, aunts, uncles and Grandparents cut as well.

The fucking Nogs were in a state let me tell you.
Fertile fucking ground IMO…

I -might- have at this particular point, been a bit of a provocateur TBH… “Poke that Tiger Baby! I dares ya!”

The blaq broads who were stewing and simmering near me? I kept feeding them the lines about how they were getting left behind in favor of these illegals… that it was too bad that they no longer mattered politically and whatnot…

Most of them were ambivalent about it
UNTIL
Karen did my work for me. She came up, stink-eye and all, and told us we needed to start forming a line… at which point she prioritized the illegal Burrito Goblins over everyone else!!!!

She literally let the ‘latecomers’ go first.
A pure “Fart in Church” moment, albeit she was too stupid to recognize, nor realize it.
Because of this?
The female Nogs almost went full-on ballista-shit-fit.
I, of course, was let in last.
Being an eeee-vil Whytte who narc’d them out of course.

To quote Hannibal Smith:
“I love it when a plan comes together.”
It was from my POV, positively glorious.

So, we walked up singly and in loose groups, and well… to say I was unimpressed is an understatement. The MREs in question were of two variants, one being the SoPack ‘fake MRE’ i.e. a wannabe civilian version, stripped down, and even worse? The other ‘choice’ was “The Humanitarian (not!) Daily Ration”

The HDR… how to describe it?… officially, it is, per the Wiki: “…are food rations manufactured in the United States intended to be supplied to civilians and other non-military personnel in humanitarian crises.[1][2] Each is intended to serve as a single person’s full daily food supply, and contains somewhat over 2,200 calories (9,200 kJ). They have shelf-lives of about 3 years, and their contents are designed to be acceptable to a variety of religious and ethnic groups.”

In other words, fucking gross and inedible unless you are truly fucking starving. I scored 5 of them by accident, which I’ll explain in a minute…

In this case, to quote SteveMRE1989 from YouTube:
“Let’s get that out on a tray!”

“Mnnn…. OK… niiice!”

And yeah, that IS a 1952 DotMil Steel Mess Tray.
The same Steve uses on his channel.
It of course is Part of Ye Olde Museum.

Bean Salad and Beans and Taters as the main. Nanner and Apple Smoothie, 2x Strawberry Jams, One Sunflower Butter, One Oatmeal Cookie pack (that’s the bomb BTW) and one pack of crackers. About 2700 calories for one person in that one pack. Religiously (Halal) acceptable and well… boring and plain AF IMO. These also happened to be the rations that squished all them Palestinians when they got air-dropped into the Gaza FYI…

They also gave out cases of emergency water. I figured it would have been just that… a case of water…. but nope… it was special emergency water.

Yepper.
My fucking tax dollars at work.
A case of them, with all that cool kid custom work? It probably cost double, if not triple than a case of basic Wally-World Liter bottles… to include the $.10 cent return if that’s a thing where you’re from…

Which leads me to my last interaction(s) with Karen…

As I was on foot, the majority of folks on the hoof were pushing WallyWorld shopping carts. I shortly after realized that the reason for this, was because you had to take ALL of the offered aid, or none at all.

This in itself struck me as extraordinarily fucking stupid.

In light of the fact that one of Karen’s minions explained when our ‘group’ got called forward, that they were short on water due to one of the Semis hauling the relief chow/water had run out of diesel and was running late!

Wow.
Just…….
Wow…

So… as I approached the distro-point, I told the Staff Sergeant, or I should say Master Sergeant as they were Air National Guard kids out of like Pensacola? who were manning the four distro points, that no, I didn’t need the tarps, nor the water, and to save it for someone who DID need it. The ANG ranks are sooo fucked up… an E-6 is a Master Sergeant… go figure right?
Anywhoo.

We got into what should have been a minor joking style disagreement until Karen, the High and Mighty Cat Lady Cuntbag… she of Box Wine and Lameness decided she hadn’t had enough abuse, and stepped in to personally put this uppity civilian miscreant in his place (i.e. Moi)…

At the time, the MSgt and I were going back and forth, with not albeit a slight amount of humor, with me taking digs at the obvious dichotomy of “You’re short of water, I don’t need water, hence, let someone who needs said-water have the aforementioned Agua. I’m just here for the MREs man…” which was delivered in my best Spicoli Stoner voice… and shit like “Only the DotGov would be this stoopid…” He in turn dumped on us grunts as not knowing a good thing when we saw it… inter-service shit-talk as expected… Most of my arguments were being agreed to, HOWEVER, he did so while the whole time looking over his shoulder, the reason becoming apparent a second or two later:

Karen just HAD to get involved.

SHE was having none of it.

“You WILL take one of each offering OR you will get NOTHING! Do I have to get the Deputies over here to trespass you and escort you out?”

Really!?!

She opened with a low bid.

I decided playtime was over…
I threw the immediate trump card literally and figuratively in the form of my (expired) but still useful ID Card. I got it issued when I was going to take over the entire project overseas Pre-COVID as Head Motherfucker In Charge of the Guns in Kuwait if y’all remember. I got the ID back in 2020… it’s currently expired, but Karen didn’t know that, and if the ANG MSgt knew, he wasn’t letting on… (I personally think he was loving every second of me fucking with this insufferable beee-atcha.)

The reason I kept the ID?
Simple
I rated a GS-15 rank for that mission…
That equates to a ‘Simulated’ Full Bird Colonel as far as these guys were/are concerned.
A somewhat useful thing to have sometimes…
All you need to do is make sure the expiry date is covered…(I used my thumb when I held it out) and in truth, most folks don’t look that closely when the shit like this is going on…

So yeah, I threw that and the Staff (MSgt) read it, turned, looked Karen straight in the face and told her “He does not need to take anything he doesn’t want to.”

He then turned to me, braced a bit, and asked if “Sir! ” Do you want or need help carrying your (my) shit to your (my) vehicle?” I flat out told him nope… that I could hump my own chow and the day an Infantryman couldn’t hump the grub, was the day I was due to die or word to the effect…

I also made sure to get a shitty dig in on Karen, and that he that he try and have a good day despite the obvious dysfunctional human factors he had in his chain of command.

Karen just -stood- there…
It was glorious

I could –see– the short circuit in that itty-bitty bureaucratic brain start to melt the fuck down and short out… She literally had no idea how to deal with this, nor counter it. I could practically smell the cranial smoke seeping out of her ears as her fucking cockholster did the ‘dead-gasping fish’ thing… The Master Sergeant did as well, and let slip a minute smile in my direction…

You’re welcome Master Sergeant ‘Whatizname’…
Hope you enjoyed the show today.

Tell you… it’s the smol things that brighten the day.

So, mission accomplished.
I ended up scrounging a few other meals and whatnot as I left, to include the water as well as the tarps. LOTS of people only wanted the chow, and some, due to transportation issues, could only manage a few meals I suppose? I found a bunch of them dropped on the sidewalk… it was either they couldn’t hump them out OR they made the mistake of opening and eating one right after acquiring them… call it a 50-50 on that…

I ended up with 6 more HDRs and about 5? I think of the probably expensive waters. I also scored a Tarp Set, despite my best intentions. 18 hours later, I’m sure if I went up there now, there’s probably a LOT of the ‘stuff’ people did not want in dumpsters and whatnot…

Go figure.

So thankfully, it was a good day in that I got to ‘poke the beast’ a few times and come out better for it. It has not been the case in the past, but such as myself being a inveterate, if not degenerate pain in the ass to the minions of the DotGov, I have to keep up appearances right?

I think the coolest part of the day however was dropping off 3 of those horrible HDRs at the neighbor’s place. He’s got like 3 kids… 7, 8.5 and 10… 2x boys and a Tomboy Girl in the middle… I’m known as the “cool neighbor with a flame thrower/firework launcher!” (my 37mm) as I’ve let them on the 4th of July and other holidays get their ‘groove one’ with parental supervision… these (in their minds) Military MREs were the shit so at least SOME good (outside of constipation) came about from them

I warned my Portaguee bro that the farts were going to be purely insufferable and bio-warfare for the next week at least.

So, that was my Saturday
Whew…
I figure y’all are as tired as me after reading this, and yet I lived it. Damned if it wasn’t a full fucking day Aye?

SO More Later
Big Country

38 thoughts on “My Experiencing DotGov -Utter Worthlessness- Today. Remind me: Why do we pay them again? Why haven’t they been hung? (YET)”

  1. Damn BCE, if I had known you were going to put on a show down there, I’da bought a ticket and driven down to watch. FWIW when I was doing the FLARNG thing, an E-6 was a Staff. I know ’cause I spent some time as one on my way up, heh, heh. Course that was back in the last century so who knows what goes these days.
    Stay safe down there, Dude.

    1. Army E-6 is a Staff, USAF/ANG E-6 is a Technical Sergeant. E-7 is a USAF/ANG Master. Ranks & paygrades don’t differ between active & weekend guys. Retired as a USAF E-7 in ‘99 (made E-8 and turned it down; I’d had enuff of the Dotmil bullshit by then).

  2. Great story! Bravo! I once long ago heard the Humanitarian Rations described as “MREs, but without the taste”.

  3. Leaked emails reveal that esteemed CPUSA (D) party member comrade kommissar Cooper NC-Guv limited the relief to none since it is mostly Emmanuel Trumpstein voters.
    The CPUSA (D) wants C Dub II since they know the population is soft docile and weak.
    Comrade Billy Ayers wrote the 1974 Weather Underground manifesto Prairie Fire stating that normie wouldn’t be able to handle WAR at the front door.
    The title comes from the Chairman Mao quote one spark can start a prairie fire.
    LMFAO Morale with best of Yucko The Clown!
    He approached some apparatchik in the District of Criminals with hey senator fuckface.
    Scott Ritter claims Iran has nukes for extra sporky 7500 degree mushroom cloud.
    I’ll spark one up when the lights go out and the drone of the SARMAT warheads sounds.
    Si se puede!

    “To survive a war, you gotta become war.”

    Rambo, John J

  4. That tree limb? Yeah, a grappling hook or a monkey fist and a rope should do it. Once you got it hooked, stand about a 45 degree or more angle away to the side and just yank not too hard, just enough to make it move, relax, yank, relax, yank, relax, heave, ho, heave, ho.

    I’ve pulled the tops out of sweetgum trees doing that, foot or larger diameter. It takes time, but you don’t spend precious gas. Wear a combat rig with plates as they’ll support your back very well. I did it wearing armor for the same reason (and you should be able to do most anything in armor that you do out of armor.)

    As to the Beyotch. That’s fucked up. And single distro point for water? The single heaviest thing on Earth when you’re tired? Fuck. Should have taken a whatever replaced a 5Ton to a neighborhood and driven slowly down the street dropping off supplies. Making people walk or use precious fuel to get to a central point is stupid. Central point is so you can load your distribution fingers.

    You know, sadly, we as a country wrote the book on how to do this. The US ARMY Official History of WWII. Called the ‘Green Books’ by military historians. Goes over all the preplanning, training, start, middle, finish, after action and what went wrong and what needs to be fixed and what was fixed for next time. Every major campaign.

    The one I’m most familiar with is “The Seizure of the Gilberts and Marshalls.” The first part, the Gilberts, has everything that went right (not much) and everything that went wrong at Tarawa, Bloody Tarawa. No soft take, brutally honest treatment basically saying “We had no fucking clue as to how to fight over a coral reef to a tropical island.” Followed by, “And this is what we’re gonna fix next time or heads will roll.” Things like driving the fucking Amtracks right into the second line of battle while shit’s flying everywhere. And besides the necessary ammo and such, things like lots and lots of water, food, shoes, uniforms and underwear, extra guns, soap and washcloths, because the Island Campaigns purely sucked.

    We knew, witness how successful logistics were in Italy and France, where we were able to supply troops, often within 30 minutes of being called for, everything and anything they asked for. Food, water, uniforms, weapons, even battlefield chapel needs.

    This crap happening to our citizens? The FL NATGUARD and Florida Emergency Management peoples were sent to study the clusterfuck of Katrina in New Orleans and the success of the non-New Orleans management. Mississippi, which got goat-fucked to the max by Katrina, far more than New Orleans, fixed things and got running much faster than that festering sinkhole of Nawlins.

    Keep us informed. Especially if you hear anything about random redistribution specialists and them getting perforated by locals.

    And, yeah, nothing better than stirring up a bunch of Black Women.

    1. Re: Mississippi Katrina recovery. The reason the state of Mississippi recovered so quickly versus New Orleans was twofold. First, the people on the Mississippi coast are hard working and self-reliant. They helped each other with clean up and didn’t wait for or expect the government to come to their rescue, unlike most in New Orleans. Second, my father, a retired LTC was in charge of the recovery in Mississippi and he knew how to get things done

  5. Dude, I almost pissed myself reading your account of the jug fuck, I was laughing so hard. Calling in the local TV news shit disturbers to light a fire under boxed wine Karen’s fat ass, and inflaming the tensions between the negresses and burrito goblins had me roaring. So too your warning to the neighbor about the gastrointestinal effects of those “meals rejected by Ethiopians” on his kids. I was rolling here. Good show, brother.

  6. Fuuuuuck. I’m in Houston. We got hit with the derecho and got no fucking support at all. Then we got hit with a hurricane. No fucking support at all. A month later my soon to be ex girlfriend shows up with 3 cases of MREs that had been delivered, presumably to ‘the needy’, which you can read as ‘section 8’ occupants of empty apartments. Took the fuckers a full month to ‘deliver’ the ‘needed food support’ to ‘those in need’. Th single best part is that other folks didn’t read the packages until I pointed out to them the heating process where it says to lean the MRE, not horizontal, not vertical, but lean it against ‘A rock or something’. It says it on the fucking package! No shit! Well, no shit completely. Those packages of misery are too sweet, very constipating, and worthy of mutiny in any man’s life. We were without power for 2 weeks, but anyone with food in the freezer and a Weber grill was cooking up a storm, and NOBODY went hungry. Fucking human individuals, taking care of each other. The FedGov comes in with to little too late, and to the wrong address.

  7. That was fucking glorious.
    You might end up paying for it if Head Karen had the presence of mind to memorize your info on the ID, but prolly not. People like that usually don’t function well under stress.

    Careful pulling that thing out of the tree. Dr Death (friend of a friend; trauma surgeon) had his pelvis crushed cutting down the top of an oak. The top came down where they planned, but then took a huge bounce and landed on top of him.

  8. Sorry bro. I wouldn’t have stood in line for hum rats. Might have for real mre’s, but not that line.

  9. I dunno, man. I doubt I would have placed myself into the CF environment for a few packs of what the government thinks is food. OTOH, I’m sure it could have been entertaining, like the people watching from a good vantage point while sitting outside a Walmart on a Saturday.

  10. Dang! That was world class entertainment – thanks mucho bro.
    Continuing from yesterday, will be sending you 5 assorted transistor radios for delivery to folks that may need them for the NEXT hurricane, and there will be more. We are getting to a sunspot max and there is a correlation to weather patterns every 10 to 11 years or so.

    Some are AM only and some dual or with SW. All work, some a bit wonky on the volume controls which are probably oxidized, but will pump out sound. I have cleaned the ones with corroded terminals and checked the batteries work.
    One comment on the GE radio, it has to take Duracell AA, the shape of all the rest (Energizer and whatnot) do not have a protruding negative surface so don’t contact the 1960’s flat power contacts. Might be a few more things in the box, per SOP around here. 😉

    Y’all take care now

  11. Classic,
    This is why i like reading your stuff bud, its so freakin spot on it would be comical if it wasnt a testament to the incompetent state the .gov is in, saw it out here with the Lahaina thing, first thing FEMA did was set up their operations headquarters right on top of the only public shooting range on the island. From there im sure you can imagine the rest, these shitbirds are still roosting there mind you over a year later. I fucking hate government assholes.
    Me thinks it will soon be experiment time

  12. Boys your opportunity to unfuck the situations 26 ish days away. I mention this knowing. Not one of “ Us” Will do a fucking thing to hold accountable those responsible.

    More tough talk, maybe a BBQ errrr attack board sand table session. More words, more bravado, more Silver Bullets in an ice cold can,,,, Sad really the knowledge, the tools to carry out what’s needed,,,,,,are right here on Bigs page.

    This I know, we don’t want a fight, no sir, our request is a simple one, “ Leave Us Alone!, we’ve made it to whatever age we are already,, without .Gov.

    You guys are smart, seen a lot, many have been around the world.

    A strange thing happened the other day, “Team Trump” asked for armed fighter aircraft escorts! Those aircraft will have air to air anti missile capabilities!

    Think about this request!!!!, fighter jet protection for a presidential candidate! Tell me this is getting off the hook. You see what’s being said about the Iranians being the shooters I believe is total bullshit. No sir the shooters will in fact be red blooded Americans working for one USA agency or another.

    Trumps got his own Intel operators. I doubt this was simply a random request. No Sir something someone triggered this request.

    A Presidential Candidate flying over the USA with his own MiG Cap! Then I realize hey why aren’t the Dems or the Communist Candidates asking for a MiG Cap or two!

    While I don’t know for sure, I’m betting those “ Fire and Forget” stand off Missiles are already here in these United States likely in pairs. Why fire one when you can fire two? These will be Russian or Chinese branded, built with Sandnigger evidence all over em.

    Remember, It’s For The Children!.

    Dirk Williams

    1. Air to air anti missile thingies, could you identify those. I think that is called a Patriot or a THAD.

      1. Patriot and THAAD are both ground launched anti-air missles. Air to air, would be AMRAAM or advanced Sidewinder… or… if we still flew Toms – Phoenix (sigh)

  13. Glutton for punishment comes to mind. But, if someone needs get anywhere near a gubmint operation–in particular, a FEMA operation–you’re the guy to do it.

  14. Most women are petty bureaucrats at heart (like ‘jeets). They are all about the process, not the end result. That’s why they delight in asinine rules and playing power games. Brought a big smile to my face reading how you outmaneuvered Karen and got the azzhole media to do the work for you. You put in a solid day’s work – well done!

  15. The professionals are in charge, God help those poor souls in need. It’s not like natural disasters never happen in Hurricane and Tornado country. Sadly the level of prepping of people today is on par of the cattle in a feedlot.

  16. My wife was a Navy brat and she said to tell you that she wished she was a ‘mouse in your pocket’ at the distribution center…said you brought back fond memories of the people she grew up around.

  17. Didn’t need food or water or stuff
    Heard about FREE stuff
    Gotta git me sum
    bitch, bitch, bitch

    What kind of American does this?
    le sigh

    1. One who needed some new content for the blog…
      (and throwing a case of MREs for free to the preps didn’t hurt)

      Considering the majority of the folks lined up for the free food were ALL illegals
      I considered it Muh Sacred Duty to rescue that All ‘Murican DotMil Chow from those damned foreign Invaders!

      MREs for me! Not for Thee!

  18. I loved the part where you called the “NEWS” and told them that the distribution was not going on because they were waiting for a political photo shoot before they could start. I gave you a standing ovation in my living room for that. I thought the day couldn’t get better but it did once you dealt with cat lad Karen.
    That humanitarian meal by the way was probably made in Cincinnati. I opened one last month and they actually put a pop tart in it. A pop tart. Nobody wants a pop tart. WTF?

    1. I had to come back to mention this. FEMA and the federal government in general are obsessed with managing the information, specifically what they deem to be misinformation, so much so that they can’t even do their basic job of handing out water.

      I find it immensely ironic that your phone call to the media organizations with false information was what finally spurred FEMA to actually do their job. Well done.

  19. I don’t know; why do you pay them, and why haven’t you hung them yet? There is one law middle-ish-class conservatives won’t obey: additional gun registration. Other than that, conservatives snitch on their families in their eagerness to obey the law. For example: House arrest because the national government health department funded research for making the flu a bioweapon? Family court awarding property title to children to the least functional? Military adventures to kill the adventuresome lower-middle class males and enrich the rich owners of military-industrial-complex companies?

    Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them. — former slave Frederick Douglass who figured out it wouldn’t work sitting around waiting for somebody else to fight the bad guys

  20. Epic!

    The story of the food distribution though funny as hell also very sad.

    As for these electric chainsaws,could not see em well in pic,are they corded or say battery 36 volt which if I had nothing but a genny would be a little helpful,me guess though is not bar and chain lube and basic rat tail file included.

  21. Post title correction:

    It should say “Why haven’t they been hanged (yet)?”

    Trust me: they never have been and never will be “hung”.

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