Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Greetings and Salutations!
Sorry for some breaks in the transmission so to speak. Been busy-busy as you can well imagine with Muldoon as well as ‘other things’. In this case helping G get set up so she can study for the real estate exam as her BFF’s family owns a highly successful R.E. company, and her BFF wants to bring her on ASAP well… since we’re BOTH currently among the ‘jobless’ I mean, we’ll take anything we can get

And if that means -I- become “Mr. Mom” then so be it.

TELL me Terri Garr wasn’t a TOTAL SMOKESHOW back then and I’ll call you Gottverdammt LIAR!!!

So a big difference would be that THIS Mr. Mom will be toting a Flammenwerfer and enough ammunition to fight off a Horde O’Hajjis or the like… Orcs Beware!

We’re making it. I’ve been now rejected by 42 jobs out of a tracked 60 I’ve applied for, with no real response. The other thing I’ve noticed in this fake-as-fuck Economy and Ghey as Hell Employment or ATTEMPT to BECOME employed is just how many fucking scammers there out there now.

To the point I’m reeeeally hoping G pulls off this real esate thing, as well… I’m “too male, too pale, and too stale” to be marketable apparently. Thing of it is, the forgotten part is guys like me? We persevere. We adapt. We improvise. I didn’t survive being a Gen X kid drinking from a hose outside by being a fucking quitter nor pussy. I’ll figure it out. I always do…

Now otherwise, because of the current “Muldoon Business” I haven’t been able to really pay attention to the ‘current thing’ and this is a good thing.

HOWEVER

One of y’all in the comments pointed out that the surveillance? The ‘watchers’ as I call them? That I have no fucking clue who these people are, but in my own eyes, I sure AF am NOT important enough to warrant such attention IMO…. that ‘they’ for lack of a better definition and the dumping of the stolen ride in my yard may have been a probe?

Well… I’m starting to lean in on that.

‘Cos there was three days BEFORE that when I was prepping for Gretchen and Muldoon to visit with her BFF by loading the car… The guy who lives across the street? Yeeeeeeeah that fucking guy…. the one who if you threatened to kill me horrifically UNLESS I could give you his first name?

Yeah, I’d be a dead Mo’Fo…. The same fukkin’ guy who after I met him for four minutes, two years later goes “Hey Billy” one fine day as I was bringing my trash in…. THAT was a ‘tell’… I couldn’t have told you this motherfucker’s name if I was threatened with death like I said…

Now mind you, I was told, and as memory serves, during that initial meeting I was told he had been a medical INTERN at UPENN Medical Center, which just so happens to be where at the time, my Loader from my Tank was working as a Captain of the UPENNMC and knew everybody! Popeye, to this DAY, is closer to me than my own flesh and blood TBH.

Hence the shortness of the meeting, ‘cos as soon as I mentioned Popeye, these motherfuckers popped smoke and actively avoided me until two years later when I was bringing in the trash cans…

Cut to 4, maybe 5 days ago.

Moving a 5 month old bebe requires a LOT of planning and logistics, nevermind gear and bullshit, especially for an overnight visit.

So I made one trip, then a second.

On the second one, let’s call him “The Watcher” is out in the front yard (his), directly across from my loading the car RAKING THE LEAVES. The reason for the bolding on that?

That motherfucker has never. ever. EVER. done ANY yard work in the ENTIRE time him and his ‘fiancee’ have lived there.

Like no shit, 5+ plus years, NEVER raked/mowed… NADA!

And trust me, I know.
So I broke cover.
Said “Fuck it” to myself.
Went over.
Filled him in on ‘current events’

During that, this’s when he slipped… again. Instead of being an ‘Internist/Doc’ like I was originally told on our first meeting, he’s a Nurse Anesthesiologist now? Now I have no idea if he was an Intern for that per se, but I was led to believe BEFORE he and his female partner bailed on when I mentioned that I might know someone who could confirm their bonafides, that he was a sawbones-in-training ‘cos I mentioned how I’d LOVE for a doc to be in the neighborhood if things go to shit…

Then 3? days later, Mister Mystery Monkeyman drops a stolen hoopty in my yard? And rolls out WITHOUT looking at my crib AT ALL?

Well today ‘iced the cake’

There’s been a couple of ‘new faces’ in the neighborhood. Unfamiliar faces.

Rarely do I see some of them more than once.

Most are doing the ‘exercise walking’ thing… some are walking dogs. One particular asshole who HAS been recurring as of late, has a seriously dog-aggressive Pitbull that he barely has control over, which is a MAJOR red flag to me. I try to watch out for the pair of them, as they are NOT from my part of the neighborhood… In fact I’ve never seen where they are actually living, which means I need to up my own surveillance and find out where he calls ‘home’… and find out WHO owns it and HOW LONG this particular unpleasant fuckstain has lived in there.

See… I let The Sausage Princess off lead ‘cos she’s great.
BEST trained Sausage EVVAR.

She’s HIGHLY trained due to the first Wife teaching ME how to properly train a doggo (credit where credit is due). Chili is learning, but gets too hyper. TBH, she’s a fucking spazz….

USUALLY They stay close to me, but today, Dis Fuckin’ Dood was on the edge of my property, (apparently already having gone past the house according to the video on the cameras when I checked) walking HIS mutt, when Chili, doing the HYPER Black Lab puppy thing, charged towards him and his psychomutt… who goes berserk while on his lead… |

Hence why I try NOT to walk my pooches when he’s oot and aboot.

I yell at both my doggos, who slink back towards me ‘cos they know “Daddy’s mad!” Should have been the end of it right?
Nope
Not so mucho.
This is the point he starts yelling at me about “….keeping my/the dogs on a leash, and that this is the second time! and that next time, he’ll shoot my dogs if’n he sees them running around loose!” or threats to that effect…

WHOA there Tex
What the fuck did you say????

I immediately dragged BOTH doggos back into the house.
I then sat on it, raging inside.
Like white hot killing rage.
You utterly dumb fucktard.

Thankfully
G saw my fury, and reminded me that Muldoon needs a Dada here, not behind bars…. which granted considering how murder-filled I was what with some fucking scumbag threatening MY dogs in MY part of the neighborhood on MY property???

I think, on reflection, I need to call Jimmy at the Sherriff’s Department, as ALL the HCSO know and LOVE the Sausage Princess, and I’m going to start open carrying the AK when we have doggo-doo-doo time… Just to make a statement. Let that fucker say or come near my A.O.

I mean it’d be ONE THING if my dogs were a potential threat….

However, Stella is OLD and SLOW.
Chili, besides pupper hyperactivity is the BIGGEST coward in the known Doggie-verse. (it’s the mini-french poodle in her… VERY afraid and hi-strung) that’s a WHOOOOOLE other thing….. when some jumped up ‘tard with an out of control dog wants to tell ME how to handle MY dogs on MY property???

Oh fuck no.

I’ll alert and let the ‘Imperials’ handle it
I’m too busy for jail-time.

But yeah, I feel like I’m being provoked.
MAYBE I’m not, but that lil voice in my head, the one that kept me alive in Iraq and Affy for so long? It’s rarely been wrong so my head is on a swivel, I’m upping my carry game, and watching my six. It’s all I can do….

FFS, All I want is to be left alone.
What part of that do they NOT understand?

More Later
Big Country