Something Wicked This Way Comes? Not Sure But There are Signs…

Greetings and Salutations!
OK… first off, thanks for the heads up about Anonymous Conservative with his website https://www.anonymousconservative.com/ He and I discuss things and comment on each other’s twitter account. Mine being just as an FYI is, appropriately BigCountryExpat @BigCountryExpat go figure amiright? Feel free to follow although I tend to be boring there as it IS twatter…

But yeah… at first when I started reading AC’s stuff… specifically the whole ‘gang-stalking’ and American Stasi… initially it brought me back to a comment that completely stuck in my head from a guy who’s handle was “MetallicMan”… he stated that I was probably a target of the ‘powers that be’ and that I was under observation in regards to me, my activities and the blog itself.

Mind you this was three or so iterations of this place… before DiveMedic so kindly set up my housekeeping here… The website I was directed to is quite the ‘rabbit hole’ to wander down, so be warned. The site being https://metallicman.com/ According to sources, both my own and ‘other sources’ MetallicMan was charged with a whole slew of kiddie-porn ‘stuff’… however….

The majority of the charges are very strange and he or whomever he is hasn’t poasted since 2018+/-… He fled to China and got refugee status… that right there tells you something in itself.

Point is, he said I was a victim of this ‘gang-stalking’ which was a term I had never heard of before. I found out that per the wiki:

Gang stalking or group-stalking is a set of persecutory beliefs in which those affected believe they are being followed, stalked, and harassed by a large number of people.

Now the use and implementation of the language itself is very telling.
They frame the very concept of Gang-Stalking as a set of ‘persecutory beliefs’ and that believing in it “…may reinforce the troubled thinking of the mentally ill and impede treatment…”

Huh.
Sort of like the term “Conspiracy Theorist” right?
The full article is HERE

Now… AC states flat out that “they” have been after him for quite some time. That “they” are organized, and capable of doing some right dastardly deeds. I’m not sure in his particular case… HOWEVER

That being said?
I know I’m being watched.
I mean I already know from various contacts I have in the intel community and via some FOIA stuff I did on my own that yeah, I’m on a ‘list’ or three. I mean the majority of us who did what I did back in the day, working for who I did, of course they want to keep tabs on me…

One does not become the Operations Manager of the company that ran Abu Ghraib prison and Camp Bucca in Iraq (post scandal mind you), and then become the civilian head of Detainee Operations at Guantanamo Bay and NOT be ‘wired in’ and under watch for the rest of your life.

Just like the cartels, “Plomo y Plata” baby.

I took the silver… and I’m behaving myself in my old age as I don’t want nor need the lead. I’m perfectly content to scream mindlessly into the void as such when I do here… as the Appalachian term goes, “Don’t start none, won’t be none!”

However, as of late?

There’s been an uptick in the reinforcements of the ‘watchers’ as Sapper and I have dubbed them. The first group was a couple, engaged who moved down here supposedly from Pennsylvania. I may or may not have talked about them before, but essentially they tipped their hand and blew their cover a few times, to the point I’m well aware that they’re part of whatever weird-assed “American Stasi” that’s in place in this particular neighborhood.

It’s not just me.
We have a retired Marine Master Gunner (a Marine version of a Warrant Officer) who was recon who lives about 5 houses up from me, an retired Gunny, catty-cornered to me, and my across the backyard pond is a retired SF Master Sergeant. LOTS of former SpecOps in the neighborhood… I’ve discussed this at length with all the concerned parties, and we ALL agree that there’s a few ‘hinky’ motherfuckers rolling and living in the A.O., so we watch each other’s backs like the mad-dog motherfuckers we are.

Like the ones across the street?
Now that I know and have concurrent agreement from all the others in our A.O. that they’re ‘dirty’ that IF something untoward were to happen, I’m no longer worried about my ‘backstop’ on the off chance that I have to shoot in that general direction. I mean .45-70 has some insane penetration capabilities, and I used to worry about Sarah and Gee-Mom when they were living there on the off chance of sporadic gunfire…

Now? Since they moved out?
Notsofuckinmucho.
Duck Motherfuckers!

But seriously…
There was an incident yesterday that I personally think was a ‘probe’… there’s been quite a few of these sort of things, from random non-ID carrying ‘utility workers’ trying to scope out SOT licensed gunnies on twitter, to ‘other things of weirdness’ that have me concerned… The very fact that my lil “combat antenna” is buzzing and that lil voice that used to tell me “Yo BC! Bad day to ride Route Irish!” in Iraq or “Yo bossman… time to GTFO of Dodge… bad things are afoot!” and invariably, I’m still fucking alive because I lern’t LOOOOOONG ago to listen to that voice and that buzz…

And yes I do actually ‘hear’ an internal dialog… literally a voice inside my casaba that tells me to hat the fuck up or to watch my step… it’s been faithfully operating for as long as I have memories… A very handy fren to have to say the least.

Anyways… so as I work for People’s Glorious Tractor Factory primarily remotely from home, yesterday was a bit of a special day. Namely that we had NO humidity, and the temp had dropped to a nice 73 degrees… which meant for the first time in a LONG time I was able to open ALL the windows and sliders and air out the “House O’Funk” from being locked up allllll summer long. 2 dogs, 2 dudes, and 2 cats? Yeah… it tends to get a wee bit musty ’round this place if we can’t air out the crib after a while….

So all the windows were open… and around 11:00am… I hear what sounds like music blaring in my from yard… Unusual to say the least. Now the issue here is that at the time, that particular camera that ‘has the duty’ for coverage of that part of the yard was down for a maintenance recharge. Every 3 months the battery runs out, and it just so happened coincidentally to be when THAT camera was down…which in itself is a wee bit sus…

My rationale for this suspicion? It’s mainly b/c the feed to the cameras is via the cloud and web, which means a state-actor or representative could ostensibly have access to said-cameras and know when I have a “blind spot” going on at that particular time…

And what a weird incident it was…
As I went out, I grabbed the 1911 which I keep half-cocked, with a round ‘up the snout’ at the front door (for immediate action if needed) and keeping it low and ready, I cocked it, and put on the thumb safety. I keep it generally out-of-sight as to not upset “the straights” as Sapper calls them… I went out, and slowly cut around keeping a scan on.

Seems that exactly at the property line, a car was parked in front of my and Miz Churchlady’s mailbox. Like half on MY property, and half on Miz Churchlady’s. The car was a two door Chevrolet Spark… really smol. The windows were all down, and the white dude (roughly 28-35… tough to say… brown hair, no tan, thin build) wearing a hoddie and t-shirt under it with a lgo I couldn’t make out, was abnging his head away to the music… off the steering wheel, then off the head rest, and positively screaming the lyrics of what I figured out to be Disturbed “Sound of Silence”

Great song BTW…
BUT!
This guy had to have seen me. I kept the .45 out of sight the entire time, and debated on just how to approach. I then figured to get Sapper, and raise the stakes by getting the Shotgun… I went in, and Sapper was already ready to go, and asked me what the fuck was going on? I told him the plan, that he’d go up while I covered him, and we’d see what went down… his only issue was that I only use the .45 as he was worried about getting hit by the spread from the Gauge (which was true enough… shotgun pellets sometimes take strange paths) I agreed and figured that IF I needed more that the 9 rounds in the .45, we were well fucked and gone either way…

Yeah… I go Wilson Combat Mags w/8 round capacity, and with one up the pipe, it means I got 9 rounds of some INSANE hollowpoints…

So when we went out with our plan in place, well… as soon as we came out, it seems Miz Churchlady had had enough of “…that gosh darned racket!” and had come out to confront the perp herself… As Sapper and I stared towards this whacked out mo’fo, he -suddenly- cut and run…

Like pulled out with a quickness.

Vamoosed. Popped smoke with a mega-quickness… Deeee-parted with Haste and then some. Tschuss’d the fuck out… you get the idea…

Well… that wasn’t good enough for Miz C. Miz Churchlady then came over to us, and asked us (in as profane a manner as she could as she is the very definition of a Churchlady, and it was more like a D.I. ‘bracing an trainee’) just “…what in the Blue Blazes of Hades was that youngster up to? He looks like he was ‘on’ something Billy!!!”

BTW: Quick aside… she’s like a 90 year old Black Lady who takes no shit, gives no shit and it flat the fuck out awesome to have as a neighbor… she still works and HAS worked a s a crossing guard for the local elementary school for like 30/40 plus years, and recently got a lifetime achievement award for NOT calling in One Day sick in like 30+ years… If ONLY there were MORE black female matriarchs like her, the Blacks as a whole would be far better than the current state… even SHE agrees with me on that… she’s as based as they come… Tougher than boot leather and awesome AF IMO. I’ve mentioned her before I believe… anyways…

With her, she positively commands respect
Well deserved IMO.

And well, Sapper and I, we told her we had NO IDEA what was going on, but that -I- thought it was another Op to see how we (Sapper and myself) would react as the car was half on HER property and half on MY property which then opened up some interesting questions as to just -what- we’d be allowed to do. Miz C then said she was going to call the Sherriff’s office, and report this, as well as mention to them that Sapper and I were her ‘caretakers’ (her son works and lives in Hotlanta) and that in the future, she wanted it on the record that we could make decisions as needed to insure her safety in the future, as this had her really worried.

Seeing that she’s tight with the county as a ‘beloved member of the community’ it’s given us a wee bit MOAR leeway in dealing with potential infiltrators and saboteurs. I have no idea what the fuck this assclown was doing, but the fact that he bailed when Miz C. showed up, and didn’t when he initially saw me, means that his purpose, whatever it may have been, was to provoke or to test Sapper and My response to the situation…

Either way, I’m now walking the dog(s) far more heavily armed than as was the norm. Seeing that we’re now “open carry” here, I’d rather be heeled up, able to ‘repel boarders’ that as to not.

Better armed is forewarned and prepared.

So let me know YOUR thought on it… Personally I think this’s a legit probe… the whole ‘acting out’ and being obscure and weird as fuck in his actions, only to -suddenly- re-acclimatize when there’s someone other than the ‘target’ (i.e. myself) who happens on the scene as either a potential witness and/or participant

In the case of Miz C. I know she’s not part of whatever the fuck is going on around here… time will tell as far as the other new neighbors that moved in like 2? maybe 3 days ago?

Yepper. My ONE “neighbor of concern” moved out of here about a month or so plus. Neighbor of concern in that while Barry was a good enough neighbor, he was an ultra-dyed-in-the blue hardcore DemoncRat of the First Order. To the point we made sure to never ever discuss ANY political subject, less he lose his shit in a most horrific manner.

Like FULL ON Trump Derangement Syndrome to the “Nth” Degree. You’d have to see it to believe it. Enough so that Sapper and I had a ‘contingency plan’ in place if needs be… Thankfully he moved before any of those real threats could emerge.

BUT!

So ‘other neighbor’… the Portagee… like that’s what I call him… he’s Portuguese and from Jersey originally. I ‘introduced’ him to ‘firearms’ culture and maaaan like soooo many who’re refugees from the various “People’s Socialist Republics” (i.e. Joisey, Jew Yawk, Commieneticut, and Taxachussetts) he’s embraced full on “Gunshine State Attitudes” and is part of MY “neighborhood watch”

So about a week ago, Portagee texted me and said -someone- was moving into Barry’s old place. The problem was it (again) was an itty-bitty truck, without ANY substantial furniture, which was a hallmark of my watchers right across the street… a slight move in… a smol Budget rental van, NO large furniture and a very smol ‘footprint’ if you will…

Portagee and I had already had a discussion on the ‘watchers’ across my street directly, and he wholeheartedly agreed that there’s most definitely something ‘off’ about them. We’ve briefed the other ‘cool’ neighbors, to include the Recon Master Guns, and Miz C. on these issues… one thing to take away is that ALL of them agree that there’s something ‘off’ with them, as well as the other new neighbors.

In that usually the new neighbors tend to at least introduce themselves… with these others? Not so much. In fact, if I heven’t discussed it before, the ones across the street did attempt to introduce themselves, as a hardworking engaged couple from Pennsylvania… that the Male was a medical doctor who’d just finished his residency at UPMC Pittsburg… That being University of Pennsylvania Medical Center, Pittburg.

When I found that out, I told them that was cool, and maybe he knew my BFF/Loader from the Army ‘Popeye’? Popeye being at the time the Captain of the UPMC Pittsburg Police force and one of only 5 armed cops for the whole campus…

Everyone knew who Popeye was.

And THAT was when their cover was blown so to speak… they both shut the fuck down, cut the ‘meet and greet’ so short as fuck as to almost be rude AF and that was the last word either Sapper or I spoke to them for almost three years.

See… Pennsylvania is a rare state in that you cannot track, nor trace a license plate UNLESS you get a court order. And guess what? ONE of their vehicles is STILL wearing PA state plates…
Despite the Florida state law that says that you have to have your plates and registration switched over within 90 days of relocation.

Ummm
Yeah.

The ‘other’ cover they blew was about six months ago.
As I stated, neither Sapper nor myself have uttered nor conversed with either of them for likely 3 years +/-… Until about six months ago…

I was still half-plastered from a good night before, and the trah truck had come through. The HOA is retarded about making sure you get your cans in quickly, so I went out right after the trash pickup.

The “doctor” dude was out there at the same time.

Now mind you, I couldn’t pick this guy out of a police lineup even if you threatened to kill my lil Redheaded Gran… I mean literally the guy is a ‘nonentity’ in my book… HOWEVER

As I’m bringing in my garbage can, I see him bringing his in as well… I actively ignored him when he suddenly said “Hey Billy! Good to see you!!!”

Say fucking what!?!

You could have bowled me over with a feather, no joke.
I literally have no fucking clue as to what this pigfucker’s name is, but he knows and remembers my name?

I was like a der in the headlights.
Caught completely off guard
Not cool man.

Never mind that only close frens call me Billy and know the reason wehy I’m Billy as opposed to Bill… I might go into that on a later date but anyways… Nope… this was a ‘tweak’ of my metaphoric nipples so to speak… letting ME know that THEY know that I know just what the fuck is going on…

That’s fine…
No worries mate.
One BIG grave or several smol’r ones
Makes no dif to me.

So let me know what you think in the comments
More Later
Big Country