Greetings and Salutations! Whelp! Sapper got us home! Not for a lack of trying from all the reee-tards and knuckleheads on the road that’s for damned sure. There were a few points where I debated if shooting them would be considered ‘defensive driving’ as there was no “Road Rage” involved… just the cold reality that some people on the road should not be and are absolutelydangerous behind the wheel. The Hindu in the semi who was on his phone texting when he tried to ram us off the road as he was drifting -so badly- it scared me enough (as I was navigating and the gunner) to unlimber my .45 and chamber a round…
I figured if he hit us, I was going to roll the window down and mag-dump as we’d be dead anyways… Thankfully the fucking twat ‘woke up’ and then almost overcorrected where he almost ditched into a ravine, which would have been sweeeeet. Alas however, Mister Hindu-Dindu recovered…
Now whether or not he survived the Highway Patrol is another thing, as when I realized we weren’t going to become roadkill, I called the emergency line, and dimed the motherfucker out… Sucks to be Singh I suppose… serves the non-American fucker right.
Deport. Them. All.
So… LAST night I had ZERO Blogability left in me, as well as I had ONE MOAR MEAL to cook… namely a beef stew… a simple but flavorful and healthy meat-on-yer-bones jobber…
An easy recibee: BCE Stew:
2x Pounds Stew Beef. Brown it first, don’t cook all the way through. Add to slow cooker. 1 Full ‘thing’ (stalk? bunch? who knows?) of Celery, sliced. 1 Bag Chopped Carrots 3 Tablespoons Diced Garlic 1 LARGE Onion, Diced 6 LARGE Taters, Diced Bigley 4-5 Tablespoons Italian Seasoning Salt and Pepper to Taste (add as you go… like I said, to taste) 1 Quart of Beef Broth
Add water to cover when everything is in the slow cooker Then, after 3-4 hours on High, Add either 4-5 bags of the McCormick Brown Gravy Sauce (the $0.89 cent ones) which I did, and then I had to add a wee bit more corn starch to it on top of the gravy packs… otherwise the broth is just watery… this thickens it up, and adds some density and flavor…
It usually takes about 6-7 hours to cook fully:
Now, as an added bonus, one of Miss Daisy’s neighbors came by to drop off a freshly baked loaf of sourdough bread… it was a killer loaf, and matched up w/dinner perfectly:
The crust on it was magnificent. VERY hard to cut without a proper bread knife… it practically laughed at my Shun blade…
I’m mad jealous. That’s one skill I lack… I can’t bake bread to save my ass… DeadDad was a bread-master. Me? Notsomucho. Never have been able to figure out the why of it… even my automatic breadmaker that Scoutergreg gifted me, I was only so-so with, whereas Gretchen could bake her ass off with it Dammit.
So… after we chowed on some EPIC grub, it was time to tray up the leftovers for Miss Daisy to have some MOAR great food for later:
Unfortunately, only 9 meals out of that, but truth be told, it was a smol crockpot. Overall however, it was a total of 47 meals I was able to put together and pack her freeze and deep freeze with:
Those are all doubled on layers in there BTW. We also got her some ice cream as you can see.
So overall, a great but busy trip. And OtherGran sent me a picture of the Nukular Powered Redhead looking coot as all get oot:
Yep… I’m starting a savings fund to assist with the orthodontics for her… I mean right now she’s in ‘cute mode’ but those fangs are going to need some work sooner, rather than later. Either way, that smile positively melts me. She spent T-Day up with OtherGran’s Fam in Upstate New Fookin’ Yawk… hence the cold ass gear she’s wearing…
In fact that was part of the hairy part of the trip home this AM… 0700 it was hovering between 30-34 degrees with rain on the Mountain Miss Daisy has her Redoubt on… made the first two hour leg out a wee bit hairy if’n you know what I mean…
However as you can see, I made it, so I got that going for me.
Greetings and Salutations! No rest for the wicked I suppose. Even when I’m doing a good deed. As they say, no good deed goes unpunished, especially in this fallen world I suppose. I got (not rudely) awakened initially at 0500 by Miss Daisy who apparently is an early early riser, much to my horror.
Damned man… can’t a negro get his beauty sleeps?
It was the smell of the coffee that roused me from my crypt. Sapper as well. We both came out looking like Death Warmed over, and had a cuppa, and then I went into “T-Day Mode” meaning that I started my brainium in figuring out ‘what needed to be made first, how long it’d take, and then what was next.’
See, when I do this sort of thing for Miss Daisy, I cook my ass off non-stop. Usually two-three BIG meals. Then I use some single serve food take-a-way containers to box up and freeze a shitload of meals as otherwise? She’s stuck eating goyslop as she’s just too old to ‘do’ a full on meal for herself. It’s just the fact that no one in her immediate fam does squat for her that burns me the fuck up…
She’s been eating shit faaaaar too long IMO.
So, I started simple. A basic meat base Bolognese Meat sauce.
I was able to start with that, and at 0700. It stewed while I got the bird to room temp, and then around 10:00 once I prepped the Turkey, I jammed IT into the oven, which it had about a 4+ hour ‘ride in the roaster’ so to speak.
At 11:30, I boiled up 2 pounds of rotini for a light lunch.
The ‘extras after we ate our ‘lite lunch’??
Into the foil containers.
15 meals into the deep freeze.
Her dearly departed son Barry had a BIG deep freeze that he had for when he went hunting, and now? It’s stuffed with ready-made meals so to speak. I wasn’t near done however…
Every hour I kept working the bird, as well as the fixin’s.
I ended up doing two HUGE trays of food, one Italian Mac n’ Cheese, the other my first X-Wife’s Italian Sausage Dressing:
BOTH trays, as you can see were magnificent.
Sapper, on the other hand, used his Martial Skills to assist. The Army DOES teach useable skillz yannow? Namely Peeling Taters.
He, as you can see, took the job seriously, and did a great job and the mashed came out fantastic.
Then the only thing left was the Italian green beans (noticing the trend? Yeeeeah… that’s what I get for being married to a Sicilian for 20+ years LOL) The recibee for the beans is easy… on bag of fresh green beans (pluck the ends off each bean, the most laborious part IMO), then melt 1/2 to 3/4 of a stick of salted butter in a pan on medium (5) and add two HEAPING spoonful’s of fresh diced garlic. Brown the garlic for about two minutes. Throw in the beans, and ‘stir-fry’ them. If you want them ‘limp’, turn up the heat to high, wait 30 seconds and braise them by throwing some water in to steam them. Then serve.
About that time I also threw a smol honey-baked slice ham, about a pound, pound and a half into Zee Oven. I came out as well very very well. Didn’t really have to do anything w/it… but to me Turkey day ain’t done UNLESS there’s ham available. This was already a pre-cooked jobber, all I did was heat and serve really, BUT my timing was impeccable…
As a bonus, Sapper had made a home-made from scratch cranberry sauce BEFORE we left Florida, so it’d gel nicely (which it did) and THAT came out AWESOMELY. The very very last thing was a batch of Hawaiian sweet rolls, and BAM! We had a dinner
It was off the chain good…
Oh yeah, I made gravy too, using a base stock and adding the diced guts and drippings… I swear Miss Daisy was eating like a prisoner who’d been on starvation rations… which she sorta-kinda was… no worries tho, she’s fine… it was just she loved the home made factor…
AND
Tomorrow? I have a Beef Stew I need to make and feed her, then freeze. Breakfast (late morning) is going to be scrambled eggs and bacon (which she has onhand) and then Beef stew for dinner for us, with the leftovers being deep-freezed again, giving he at least a month of seriously good eating, nevermind when I get done slicing and dicing ALL the turkey carcass, and making insta-meals for her.
So, I’m done
Done Done. More later, I’m crashing… it’s been an 18 hour cookfestivus. My back is moidered. I’m wasted. But It’s been worth it… This’s God’s Country And HE reminded me of it after Dinner
11 Hours in the car… Of course it didn’t stop the Sausage Princess from immediately getting lovin’s from Miss Daisy
It’s full-on dark here and we’re crashing. So Happy Thanksgiving to one and all… I’ll be cooking ALLLL day tomorrow as we’re doing it up right. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Welp LOTS of info flying out of the District of Criminality at Sodom-on-the-Potomac about two National Guard kids getting gunned down. Not a lot of info other that two guys have been shot by ‘someone’.
Now… whether they’re alive or not is still up in the air.
What we DO know is that two National Guard kids got shot by a single individual near the Farragut West metro station. Now this’s about 800 meters +/- from the Whytte House which locked down as soon as this happened. OrangeManBad is down here in Florida apparently so there’s a nothingburger there.
However, ONE of the guys? I have to say that I’m not hopeful.
One of the pictures I saw on Twitter
shows (as you can see) what appears to be a black kid with a head wound… the Uniformed Secret Service Guys were –trying– to help him, but the pic showed a short-cut afro’d kid with a HUGE pool of blood under his head while one of the USSS is trying to work with a compress on him, while the guy on the left?
The look on his face tells me this is a hopeless endeavor.
There’s another pic out there of what appears to be some fat nekkid Hajii looking motherfucker strapped to a gurney.
OK STAND BY BIG NEWS/HOLD UNTIL LATER OK My man Ranger Jay texted me (and we moved out post-haste) that his wife had delivered (three weeks Early) a healthy baby boy!
Fuck…. It’s nice to get some good news!!!! So “Ranger Jay the Second” made it out.. the green light flashed early, and he made it down to the D.Z. where he’s now safe with Momma and Da.
Shit like this makes me teary-eyed. And now, not only am I a Papi/Grandad, but now I’m a (F)Uncle! (That would be either a ‘Funky’ or ‘Fuckin’ Uncle, take your pick….)
How cool is that!?!
Maaaaan this’s so far been a good month The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away, Blessed be the Lord. Amen.
So… to continue the rage-a-thon I was on BEFORE I got interrupted by the text letting me know that RJ2 was on the way, while I was waiting on Sapper to get out of the shower, the new broke as to WHO done did the deed in D.C.
This’s some Bullshit… per Fox News:
The gunman accused of shooting two National Guard members blocks from the White House the day before Thanksgiving is 29-year-old Afghan national Rahmanullah Lakanwal, three law enforcement sources confirmed to Fox News Digital.
Lakanwal, an illegal migrant who entered the U.S. after the withdrawal from Afghanistan, overstayed his visa granted under Operation Allies Welcome, sources said.
Authorities are investigating the shooting as a possible act of international terrorism.
FBI officials confirmed the two West Virginia National Guardsmen remain in critical condition.
OK Too easy Start shooting the Afghani “Rapefugees” on sight. Fuck ’em 90% of them are like this POS motherfuckers. If OrangeManBad had balls, he’d put a bounty on Illegal Afghanis. Take the ones who ARE ‘good guys’ (terps and whatnot) and put them in protective custody.
THEN go full covenant Men, Whammens and Children Kill. Them. All.
It’s time to bring the Crusades back. Sword and Fire. Change my mind. Tell me I’m wrong?
Considering I have seen and know the Afghanis from a 1st Person Experience???
Waste ’em. Waste ’em ALL…. Nothing of value would be lost. Call me brutal. Call me irresponsible. Call me unreliable. Throw in undependable too.
But wrong? That ain’t happening.
Name me ONE IRL Afghani who’s worth a shit and I will NOT take that bitch that the UN went and crowned some sort of bullshit ‘peace ambassador’ as there’s no way in fuck she survived an AK round to the head… shit like that does. not. happen.
Otherwise, slaughter ALL of them who are within our borders, cut off their heads, slather their corpses in pig fat when you dispose of them, and mount their heads as a warning to ALL those fucking followers of Islam that we ain’t fucking around anymore.
The glovesneed to come the fuck off. We’ve coddled, hugged, made nice and generally allowed our “Whytte Guilt” to override our survival instinct, mainly due to a smol-hat-big-nosed tribe. I’d say it’s time to start stacking bodies.
LOTS OF BODIES
I mean fuck… They’re doing it to us, and IF they were the majority, they’d do it en-mass and enjoy it. What really kills me is that the smol-hat tribe is so inbred and stoopid to NOT understand that we’re the only reason they haven’t been extinguished as a race
Lord knows they deserve it
As it’d be natural selection. Too stupid to live FA-FO, the Full Racial Erasure Edition.
My BIGGEST problem with MoustacheManBad? He was weak, corrupt, and failure at what he did. A shitass weak assed attempt. Loser.
A real baller would have made sure they never got a chance to do what they’ve managed to perpetrate over the past 80 years.
That being said, Alas Babylon! I guess… Make of my rant what you will.
So… Lots of plusses tonight, and prayers for the fallen. Time to take OURS BACK Whether the fags on the Left like it or now.
Let them dare to stand between us and our righteous rage I gar-ron-damn-tee they’ll fold like a lawn chair when faced with Reality, as they so often do.
Meh. It is what it is… another day on this side of the dirt (for whatever reason that is). A wee bit down as really outside of Sapper and Gretchen and one other, that was about all I got for HBD greetings. Nothing from the Spawn (not that I expected anything) but nothing else from anyone as essentially I’m a pariah for this here Blegg…
Being upfront and not putting up with people’s bullshit can be costly. “Their truth” and whatnot is something I personally can’t abide by. Truth is Truth. No more, no less. ANY and EVERY sinlge time I hear “My truth” or statements along those lines I knowI’m done… no matter what…
Really a damned shame TBH.
But… It is what it is. Ain’t the first rodeo as they say… MANY a B-Day spent overseas w/out so much as a present or card from the fam sent to me. I know b/c I have every. single. card/letter/drawing from the Spawn that X#1 sent in a folder that I used to cherish… maybe I’ll just burn it all so I no longer have the pain of seeing what I lost? Dunno…
Either way. Adapt, Improvise, Overcome and FIDO/CM. Fuck It, Drive On and Charlie Mike, Continue Mission.
So on that, a throwback to the Old I.R. Report I found:
Bob Owens… ANOTHER Life snuffed waaaay too early… And I’m still not convinced (despite the reports) that he iced himself out. I think –someone– decided he was a threat, and had him ‘removed’… Rest in Peace Bro, I’ll look for you on the other side…
I knew Bob as his “Kuwaiti Connection” during the whole Franklin Foer Debacle… The Baghdad Diarist Bullshit which you can read about HERE. They don’t credit Bob at all in that article, but the reality is HE was the one who blew the story WIDE THE FUCK OPEN and I was his “man on the ground” in Kuwait. I was a regular reader of his blog, and when the story about that miserable “still-needs-his-teeth-kicked-in” faggot Scott “Wannabe” Beauchamp’s story came out, I emailed Bob, and thus our frenship got established:
The link to the whole story is HERE I screen capped it for brevity BTW.
So yeah Re-Reading that ‘stuff’ and remembering Bob fondly, as well as ‘other things’ the amount of history in the 57 years I’ve been bouncing around on this big blue and green orb, the shit I’ve been a first person observer for is actually fucking staggering.
I mean just shit I’ve seen? There’s so much that I’ve seen, never mind participated in.
Truly, a mind scrambler.
So… after that bit of self reflective pity-party horse-shytte, let’s move on to some humorous bullshit… like the stories that came out recently desperately maligning MustacheManBad alllll over the web… namely the whole “Adolf Hitler had a Teeny Dick” stories…
It’s pretty obvious that a ‘certain Middle Eastern Tribe is desperate to come up with –something– to TRY and distract from them raping men and killing children, so the “Hitler Had a Micro-Peen” was the first attempt, and of course, it failed spectacularly… I mean I have to give them an “A” for effort in that they must have paid everyone to get this story out…
The problem? So fucking what!?! A.H. died on April 30, 1945 (supposedly) That was 80 years, 6 months, 30 days ago.
What in the ever living blue-balled incelated fuck does A.H. having a micro-dick have to do with ANYTHING!?!
Oh yeah… as a distraction. A.H./MustacheManBad equals Evil, so Jews killing kids is cool.
BUT It didn’t work. So…
The next trickl was to show how ‘righteous’ and ‘good’ Jews are by rolling out some fucking asshole hebe who claims to have survived 12 fucking Death Camps.
Quite the fucking accomplishment.
One of Two things:
Either he’s a fucking lying fucking Jew Grifter OR The Normally HIGHLY efficient Germans, who supposedly managed to murder 6 Gorillion Jews in FIVE YEARS –somehow– managed to MISS this ONE fucking guy… and not only miss killing him, but moved him around like he was a rockstar on the fucking Concentration Camp World Tour!?!
No fucking shit Aye?
You can positively smell the desperation coming out of Israel.
They know the gig is up… Expect MOAR bullshit and Izzy-Based “purity tests” in the near future. In fact I wouldn’t put it past them to make it a law that in order to have a job, you have to take an oath to the Izzies or no job.
Anyone want to take that bet?
Didn’t think so. So that’s the rant for tonight. As it is, Thanksgiving I’m planning on heading up to see Miss Daisy, who IS still alive and kicking at 92, so I’ll poast from there if and when I manage to figure out things and unfuck my sit-rep here.
Greetings and Salutations! So a change of speed tonight. I got together with a bro who I met through this here blog, who’s a local, and a really cool cat, so he came by on his way out whilst ‘oot and aboot’ as for the most part, I’m a bit of a shut-in.
Not that I don’t like meeting folks and hanging out, but mostly I prefer on MY turf as I’m… I dunno… still wrapped a bit tight when it comes to local meet ups. Like my other buddy B who lives right up the street… he asks me over on the regular, and I feel bad in not going by, but I’m I dunno… PTSD? weirded out? Being off Ye Olde Home Turf… it’s not comfy for me yet.
Leaving the Area altogether? No issue…
I can pack up as y’all have seen and gone ‘downrange’ out of pocket with no issue… but going up the road to someone else’s A.O.? Someone I’m -just- getting to know? For whatever reason, it weirds me the fuck out. (Hope that Helps you understand me a bit more B! It ain’t a you thing, it’s a ‘me-being-cray-cray’ thing)
Anyways, b/c of this, Mr. Man came by with some books and a show and tell… we exchange good reading on the regular which is cool as we BOTH have a love of literature as well as weaponry. He’s prior service as well, so hanging with a vet is a plus too… in today’s case, he had (what he thought) a Russian rifle with him that he wanted me to check out. A very basic .22 rifle.
Come to find out, it was pretty f’n cool!
The rifle itself appeared to be based off of a Mauser-looking/styled bolt, and had a stepped-down barrel. The markings on it were at best, somewhat crude in their stampings, and the overall condition, well to be honest I’d rate it at NRA Very Good to almost Excellent.
Now MY mistake was to forget to take pictures as I didn’t realize I was going to do a poast about it. He’s sending pics to me NOW as I write this, but my bad in not realizing just how neat this thing is.
The stamping on the barrel collar has a marking “IMC2” and “1978” prominently on there, with what appeared to be a 5 digit serial number. I checked out the IMC2 and found out that it’s NOT a Russian rifle, but a Romanian rifle.
Found on the web BTW…
The Romanian M69 was produced from 1969 to 1989 to serve as a training rifle for the Romanian population. In 1968,Ivan sent tanks into Czechoslovakia to put down a minor ‘disagreement called the “Prague Spring”… i.e. the usual Springtime Student rebellion kind of thing that happened in the Warsaw Pact throughout its entire lifetime…
Seems Romania was on the Czech side on that one, and their DotGov called to rally the people to join “paramilitary Patriotic Guards” groups in order to bolster the defense of Romania itself. The problem however was that Romania at the time was flat-ass busted broke as fuck. NO $$$ for weapons. And when they called for people to do their patriotic duty? Suddenly they had hundreds of thousands of people, men and women, who joined up to the point every community and factory had its own Patriotic Guards unit!
Which meant they needed something to train the Volk on.
Enter the M69. A .22 caliber, Mauser styled rifle fed by a 5 round magazine. It has a 23-inch barrel, which uses a hooded front sight, and a three-position rear folding sight.
Now while typing this, Mr. Man sent me one of HIS rifle itself, taken just a few minutes ago:
Now his has the bolt to the rear, but as you can see, for a rifle made in 1978 it’s pristine. And the rear sight that I just mentioned, as well as the barrel-band markings (minus the S/N) is as such:
And yes, I know the pic looks like it said 1973, but trust me, it’s 78…
So the overwhelming attitude towards these things is positive.
The major negatives are the trigger (heavy and a looooong pull) and the style, is that it’s very “Warsaw Pact” in its raw, almost brutalist manufacture and utilitarian design.
The trigger at best has a LONG assed pull before engaging, and then once it does actually engage, it feels like it’s being pulled over sandpaper or broken glass… yeah… it’s that gritty.
And as to speaking of the “style” of said-rifle? When people talk up Communist era rifles they like to brag about function over form, this rifle takes that to an extreme even for Ivan and his subsidiaries… I mean even the buttstock has an AK/SKS style spring loaded steel round ‘door’ with a storage compartment for cleaning supplies… I wouldn’t doubt if that butt plate was interchangeable with Romanian AKs and SKSs of the time TBH.
Overall, for what he paid for it? It was a steal.
As I told him, he’ll be able to pass it on to his Grans, and if maintained, they’ll be able to pass it on to their Grans as this thing, as far as I can (and reports about it) say that it’s pretty much unkillable.
And for shits n’grins, I pulled up the M69 on Gunbroken (intentional misspelling as that’s a pretty accurate description these days) and found that there are the usual Fudd “I know what I got!” assholes selling it at retarded prices, and one that while still having 8 days left in the auction, is at least, for now selling for what -I- consider a reasonable price for a non-rare Soviet Era Warsaw Pact .22 training rifle:
The $299.95 is not the Fudd Gun I was talking about but THIS one here:
Looking at the pics, it is in NO WAY in as good a shape as Mr. Man’s nor the other rifles in the auctions I poasted about above. In fact that $425 one is fucking worn the fuck out that I can tell…
ANOTHER thing that’s coming in the near-future is going to be what I’ll call “The Great Gun Depreciation” when the majority of the BoomerFudds start dying off en mass. And no, none of y’all here are of that ilk… so don’t start with me on the “You hate all Boomers!” and whatnot…. this’s a straight observation and I know I’m dead-nuts-on right about it…
See, the MAJORITY of gun-toting Boomers?
When they die? The MAJORITY of their weapons are going to start showing up either at Polizei gun turn ins (worst case scenario) OR more than likely, sold in HUUUUGE masses via consignment by their kids and/or grandkids who never got “into” guns like the majority of us who come here and love us some firepower… A LOT of Gen X never got into weapons. AT ALL. And since there’s no connection nor interest, they’ll be dumping Dads or Uncle Johns VAST collection of firearms on the open market.
And what happens when a LARGE amount of -something- that was previously hard to come by ‘suddenly’ gets dumped in large amounts on the open market?
Prices crash.
The same thing is going to happen with Classic Cars.
In fact, I’ve heard that the Classic Car Market has already crashed the fuck out, as NO ONE can afford to spend $40-50k on a 1969 Camaro in this current economy. Why wouldn’t the same happen with ALLLLLLL them M1 Garands that the Boomers bought for $25 post-war when they were 16 and held on to? And you and I know there’s a metric fuckton of them floating around out there in various gun safes nationwide….
I’ve already seen this in action in a smol town by one of the Hot Springs north of me… it has got, or I should say had a VERY LARGE Veteran Community that in the past 5-8 years has seen a massive die off. Now when I say “Veterans” I mean the majority were World War Two and Korean War vets. Since this’s a Hot Spring that I’m talking about, a LOT of these vets moved there specifically for the rejuvative and medicinal qualities that a natural Hot Spring can provide…
And when they cashed in?
Well, the majority of the relations took the firepower Grandad and PawPaw down to the local gun shop and put it up on consignment. That’s where -I- had stepped in and went “Oh Holy Hells!” when I got there.
See, Gretchen and I had taken whatever holiday it was off (a 4 day as I recall), and gotten a hotel room, and had passes for the weekend to the Hot Springs. -Somewhere- in the trip, I realized I had fucked up and not packed the proper ammunition for my 9mm. I had gone to the range the weekend before, and the magazines were loaded with 115 grain FMJ ‘training rounds’ if you will. NOT ‘warshots’ as I call them.
I know it sounds really dumb, but IF I find myself away from the house, and don’t have ‘good man stopping ammunition’ for my weapon, well… that’s wrong, wrong, and wrong in my book. Sure, 115gn FMJ is fine in ordinary circumstances, HOWEVER it’s not great for a one-shot situation. I prefer a round that’ll fuck someone up to Hell and gone over just a solid FMJ ball that just ‘goes right on thru’ so to speak….
So I mosied on down to the local firearms store to get some good defensive 147gn +P Hollow-points to insure I had the kind of defensive round I prefered. And as I said, I was amazeballzed by the weapons they had on hand.
Oh Holy Hells!!! was an understatement
The front counter had a no shit M1918 BAR sitting on the display case as I walked in:
No shit, it looked just like that. Just newer if you can believe it…
It was a WW2 ‘bring-back in a duffel’ and had the amnesty paperwork to go with it… Of course I think they wanted like $20,000.00 for it which was a <gulp!> OMG lot of $$$ for it, but it ALSO came with ALL the accoutrements/extras and ‘stuff’ that would have been issued with it…
File under “Thank The Good Lord I don’t have great credit nor a credit card that could support such a purchase.” amiright?
This store is Trouble with a Capital Boldface “T” for people like us IMO. Mortgage? Electric Bill? Water Bill? I know not of what you speak of. “….did I show you my AWESOME Reich-Marked Kar98 I got with this 1941 matching number Walther PPK that has bring-back paperwork showing it was a Gestapo Agents personal weapon??? How cool is that!?!”
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah…..
So…. back to the BAR. Grandpa wasn’t fucking around when he brought his BAR home I can say that for damned sure. There were ALSO in the various display cases a HUGE amount of Luger P-08s (to include a RARE Long-Barreled Artillery Model), Walter P-38s and surprisingly a slew of Mauser C96 Broomhandles for what -I- considered to be short $$$ at the time… like $3k +/- each, some of which even had number matching buttstocks w/integrated holsters or in one case, the wooden holster that WAS/IS the buttstock itself (rare AF for a original to be around still)
Never mind the GINORMOUS amount of Nazi Flags/Memorabilia and the like… it was a WW2 time-warp. I talked to the owner who explained that generally, when ALL these local old timers “kicked off”, the majority of the kids were from New York or Jersey. And because of the draconian gun laws up there, and well… the overall general negative attitude towards guns that folks from that neck of the woods have if you will, they have/had no interest in, nor ability to deal with ANY and ALL the guns and such that they found in Dad/Grandpa’s stashes postmortem.
So they invariably found their way to Mister “Local Local Local Gun Dealer” who then took them on consignment.
Which reminds me, now that I have a positive cash flow, I need to look at heading back up there… I have a ‘secret lust’ for a C96 personally… I’ll take one in either caliber, just as long as it’s functional and sexy looking… in fact I personally think the Mauser C96 is one of the sexiest handguns ever made.
Change My Mind (Not!)
I think it’s because it was used as the basis for the BlasTech Industries DL-44 that my main man Han Solo was slinging back in Star Wars…
Childish? Maybe. But oh so cool IMO
So on that note, I got a ton of ‘stuff’ to deal w/tonight.
Took the dogs out for the evening deuce, and needed to recheck the perimeter as there was a ‘probe’ the other day which I’ll maybe go into at a later date. Nothing big, but enough to be worrisome. Not enough to deploy any countermeasures yet but enough that I added a camera and some new coverage of what was a minor blind spot.
Greetings and Salutations! So I ‘caught a case’ on Twatter:
This being for responding to and asshole “Representative” name of Eugene Vindman… y’all may remember him as the Virginian Congresscritter who’s brother is former Army Lieutenant Colonel name Alexander Vindman, also known as “that lying piece of shit Krainian-born traitor” who helped get OrangeManBad ‘in the soup’ so to speak in regard to ONE of the impeachments (that OMB eventually beat).
The reason I call Vindman a traitor is he LITERALLY commited treason in his dealing both with the Krain, and as well as selling out his Commander in Chief. My poast on Twatter had to do with some ludicrous comment that fag-boi “Eugene” (only closeted fags keep a name like that into adulthood IMO) stated about OMG calling out the seditious statements that were and are seditious by certain ‘untouchable members’ of CONgress.
He said something that irked me, and I wrote essentially that he shouldn’t worry, as that his Brother, an actual fucvking traitor hasn’t had ANYTHING happen to him, both by dint of being a Demoncrat AND a Jew, so ergo, why is he making big smoke over OrangeManBad calling out treason, when it IS treason?
No joke…I got banned within 30 seconds of hitting ‘post’
I hit post, and I immediately had a screen come up asking if I was a robot. Not realizing the depth of the error I had committed, (i.e. commenting on a Jew and being a traitor to the US) I hit “I am not a robot” only to catch an immediate 7 day suspension.
And to add insult to injury?
I was told, as seen before, that I could keep messaging my people/followers via DM. Instead, when I asked them (multiple people) to let folks know I was hemmed up, I got “Message Failed”, in this case directly to Art Sido:
So much for ‘Direct Messages to my Followers’ Aye?
Soooooo next step? I of course (foolishly) reached out to Support:
….with the expected results. I can’t even message support LMFAO. Why even bother amiright? I mean when I can’t even get a message support to through?
Guess I’ll have to create a new profile, which is annoying.
And rebuilding the followers? That’ll be a pure pain in the ass… Either way…. this’s just foreshadowing of what’s to come I guess… MOAR reason to get ready to bail to ‘parts unknown’ with a LOT of physical books… like actual genuine real paper copied books, and settle in for a long, quiet retirement.
Now otherwise? I’m holding up.
It’s been a long week, but I made it out the other end despite “the slings and arrows of outrageous stupidity” if you’ll allow a classic literary reference. As I was talking about, the shit that those Trump Derangement Syndrome sufferers were spouting? Well considering that the majority of them WERE or ARE either DotMil or DotDef folks, meaning current reserve/national guard folks OR contracted DotMil or Department of War (used to be defense hence the DotDef reference) which means that they’re fully aware that what they said is a no go.
At worst? Treason At best? Sedition
Under law, Title 18, Chapter 115, Part One (Titled “TREASON, SEDITION, AND SUBVERSIVE ACTIVITIES”) and ALL it’s follow on parts, per section 2387, (and I quote):
18 U.S. Code § 2387 – Activities affecting armed forces generally
advises, counsels, urges, or in any manner causes or attempts to cause insubordination, disloyalty, mutiny, or refusal of duty by any member of the military or naval forces of the United States; or
(2)
distributes or attempts to distribute any written or printed matter which advises, counsels, or urges insubordination, disloyalty, mutiny, or refusal of duty by any member of the military or naval forces of the United States—
Shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both, and shall be ineligible for employment by the United States or any department or agency thereof, for the five years next following his conviction.
(b)
For the purposes of this section, the term “military or naval forces of the United States” includes the Army of the United States, the Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, Coast Guard, Navy Reserve, Marine Corps Reserve, and Coast Guard Reserve of the United States; and, when any merchant vessel is commissioned in the Navy or is in the service of the Army or the Navy, includes the master, officers, and crew of such vessel.
Now the very fact that NO ONE in the DotGov in the past 50-60 years, outside of when they cooked them two Heeb Traitors, Julius and Ethel Rosenberg in the chair, has ANYONE EVER had ANY realistic prosecution done for OBVIOUS treason/sedition… nope… it’s been quiet on that shytte for the most part…
In fact ANOTHER recent story, A guy who SHOULD HAVE BEEDN put against a wall for his bullshit? The convicted spy and traitor jew Jonathan J. Pollard met with the US Ambassador Mike Huckabee ostensibly to thank him for all the support when he was in jail for genuine treason he did while working for the FBI
Ahhhhh How far we’ve fallen from when we used to send jews to the chair for being traitorous pieces of shit aye? THIS fucker should have been burned at the stake for what he did. Some of the intel he handed over LITERALLY caused some people to get killed and/or their families to be killed… a TRUE Spawn of Satan IMO.
Fuck those people. For real.
Personally, I’d purely love to see those current assholes who’re promoting sedition and treason within the Armed Forced snatched from their beds, taken to Gitmo, put in Camp Delta, (incommunicado as that’s the way it’s done) brought out, charges given, trila knocked out in 30 minutes, and sentence carried out. Ashes/Bodies to be given back AFTER the sentence is carried out.
And for all those who say I’m being too hard/radical?
Just what the fuck have the Demoncrats been screaming about when they get back into power? They sure as fuck are NOT going to let ‘bygones be bygones.’ If anything, what they did to the J6 kids is just a preview of the level of malevolence and evil they fully intend on performing against anyone and everyone who either dissagreed with them, or even voated against them on.
The reckoning that they have planned is both Biblical and Satanic at the same time. Best wrap your head around it now as OrangeManBad IS NOT doing what needs to be done, nor is ANYONE under him doing the same. Nor ARE they going to do what needs to be done… they’re all doing that “D.C. performative bullshit” and they fully expect that when the ‘other side’ takes over in 2026? 28… whatever fucking year it’ll be? They’re EXPECTING it to be ‘business as usual’.
However? My POV?
Nope They’re going to go full on demoncratic retardation social justice stoopid that’ll make the Soviet Russian purges look tame by comparison. Hence my looking for a place far, far away. I recommend y’all do the same.
Greetings and Salutations! A very busy day today which (again) left me mentally frazzled. I swear there’s only so much time int he day that I can compartmentalize some of the retardation I have to deal with, and then it’s like a “NopeNopeNope!” and I have to step a waaaays a away from the phone and KB lest I go full retard and blow up at someone.
I think that’s universal at this point.
So otherwise, I don’t have a LOT of points, political/military/’other’… tonight’s ‘episode’ if you will is sort of just a random collection of some of the stuff I’ve seen this week. On the Krainian Front? Seems that Ivan, after taking Pokrovsk has cut off and surrounded Mirnograd:
The reason this gets filed up under a “Big Fucking Dealski” is that BOTH Pokrovsk and Mirnograd were (past tense) major Krainian Defensive Strongpoints.
Donetsk Oblast has been one of the major objectives of the SMO. Donetsk formed the Donetsk People’s Republic back in 2014 supposedly by “Russian Back Paramilitaries”. What’s interesting is it’s traditionally been primarily a Russian Oblast, both in history, language and location. In fact the five major Oblasts that were in “rebellion” against the Krain which were ‘targeted’ by the “SMO” (Special Military Operation) include parts of Donetsk, Luhansk, Kharkiv, Kherson, and Zaporizhzhia, all which have been subject to Russian military operations and occupation.
Now to talk to and/or listen to THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY LIVE there it wasn’t an “occupation” but a liberation. The Russian majority population were under a LOT of pressure, both socially and militarily by the Kiev Junta (and yeah, Krainfeld and the CIA installed bullshit DotGov there is and has been an illegitimate occupation and installed CIA front)
Either way, I’m not going to get into the deeper issues and causes, what I will say is that both Mirnograd and Pokrovsk were BIG defensive centers… the term “Fortress” was used in reference to both cities… and now? Pokrovsk is done, and from the look of it, Mirnograd is only a week or so from completekly falling.
Much like the Battle of Bakhmut and Siege of Mariupol, both locations Bakhmut AND Mariupol were seriously built up as defensive hard-points, and bragged on both by the Krainians and their Enemedia Mouthpieces as “Unconquerable”. And, much like other famous places that were supposed to be unbreakable, Ivan did what Ivan does, which was grind them both down to the nub and destroy them piecemeal.
Granted, in both cases, there were MAJOR casualties on both sides in both battles, with the Krain eventually being wiped the fuck out. Fast forward a few years later, and Ivan, having learned a few lessons and developed a BUNCH of new tactics, has repeatedly done the “surround ’em/FAB-Drone the fuck out of them/mop up the remains” tactics. Ivan is taking his time now… no need to rush… no need to expend troops… just s-l-o-w-l-y move, a wee bit at a time, and once you get a location closed off enough, pull back the troops and drop an extreme metric fuckton of high explosives on anywhere an enemy troop may or may not be, and then send in a few troops to mop up the shell shock survivors (if there are, in fact any.)
Now mind you, this’s going on the entire 1000 mile front. Ivan is moving forward, and judging from all media accounts all around, they’re out of men, money, weapons and almost time. July 2026 is MY call when this wraps up. The only wrinkle is IF the EUroweenies decide to jump in and do something stupid(er) like actually get involved OPENLY. If that happens? All bets are off, and I sure as Hell wouldn’t want to be vacationing ANYWHERE in Europe if their political masters decide to go full retard…
Then…I found this over at John WIder’s place:
I’ve read the whole “shopping cart theory” of who a civilized person is, versus who isn’t. This however is the first time I saw this particular graphic, and I got a kick out of it.
It’s a perfect illustration I think.
And then I found this from Twitter tonight:
Yep. I’ll just leave that there… And lastly some bad humor:
Greetings and Salutations! So it’s been a week so far. Feel like I’ve been “tied to the whipping post” with the morons I have to deal with on the regular. Today was just a continuation of the beatings if you will but I did have one high point.
My new drone showed up.
It’s a 2.4 gig 3 camera quadcopter.
The price? I pretty much stole it.
I found it on a Online County Police Auction… I threw a $25 bid at the last second juuuust to make sure I got it, with I think $15 for shipping? For $40? Hell yes! I mean… it’s NOT a high-end drone, but normally it retails for about $125 which at what I paid for it?
I’ll take it GLEEFULLY.
I also found a almost-identical one on Temu (of course) that was only $40, but there’s the import tariffs and crap that gets added on? Either way, to get some more drone training in for that price? As I stated before, I’ll take it.
So now I have two drones.
This new quadcopter, and then my “Scout” Dronecopter:
The Scout is a good practice drone, and small enough to get in and around the interior of the house (or any house for that matter) for recon pretty well.
The problem is that it’s so lightweight, ANY and ALL breezes affect its flight. One time I was working on going room-to-room in the house, and the Central Air Conditioning kicked on, and the bird ‘lurched’ across the room in the draft of the AC blowing out of the vent.
So I’m not sure of the utility of it outside in real crosswinds.
This is a standard problem for the cheap ‘practice’ drones if you will. No real weight. One of my early $30 Amazon Chinesium drones I actually lost when practicing outside with the Redhead Nukular Gran. If you recall while I was flying it, I had a BIG gust of wind show up unexpectedly, and grab it, and last I saw of it, it was headed due south towards the Publix a quarter mile away…
Never did find out what happened to that ‘un LOL. It literally faded to a teeny-tiny dot and then >poof<
So tonight, I tried to to fly this new quad inside BUT had a minor issue. Or maybe not minor per se…
The doggos. Chili AND Stella both seem to think that the quadcopter is something they need to ‘fetch’ out of the air… I tried to get them to leave it alone, but nope. They weren’t listening at all. In fact Stella got too close while lunging at it, and the rotor blade caught her on the nose. She yelped pretty loudly as it must have hurt, but did that stop her?
She’s a fucking rockheaded Pittie… What do you think? Riiiiiiiight.
Now it’s a challenge apparently. Must. Snatch. The. Flying. Thing.
So this means in the future, I’ll have to either practice in the bedroom for the initial ‘tuning’ of it and getting a feel for the flight characteristics, or take it down to the park at the elementary school we used to take the Grans to after school or on a Saturday and give it a try there.
When I say ‘tuning’ I mean that the controls and servos need to be dialed in for accuracy, otherwise it might have drift already in the settings, and I need to make sure that it does a steady hover, and do some other things, to include getting the 4k Cameras ‘dialed in’ as well.
Seeing that drones are the future and at least trying to learn how to use them is a good and necessary thing. Better to learn on the short $$$ models than to spend a grand on a nice DJI Drone like the Ivans and Krainians use and have that get wrecked?
I’d rather burn through a half a dozen ‘practice drones’ learning how to ‘fly’ a drone rather than buying a $$$$$Mondo-Expensivo$$$$$ one and wasting/crashing/destroying it by accident. In fact as part of my training/learning experience(s), I found and downloaded a free drone racing game on Steam to try and get the ‘feel’ using that. Called “The Drone Racing League” It’s OK to a point…
My issue with it primarily is that the problem with that is it’s not very accurate, and the fact that it’s a racing game, the ‘training’ is more focused on MOAR SPEEEEEED than anything else.
I just want/need a basic simulator, and lacking that, I’ll keep using ‘disposable drones’ to get proficient in my craft and flying skills. I sure as Hell can’t afford a $1200 drone and smash and bash it all to Hell and Gone just to practice…
The idea is we/me/you should be Training on something everyday if you can Aye? In my case, I’m working on my drone-skillz. If anyone has any other ideas, throw them in the comments. I appreciate y’all and anything you throw out there.
Greetings and Salutations! WHat a wonderful weekend… I’m almost over the jet lag, and working on a couple or three new poasts that’ll be up, one of which is a Substack that’s WAY overdue.. I’m sort of upset w/myself on that…
But hey, I’ve been balls out so go figure. Tonight interestingly enough, I got a “Remember This?” Email from my original-original blog from WAAAAAY back in the day. The first poast being from (of all days) September 11, 2008.
“A long time ago, in a country far, far away…”
Rather Appropriate Aye? So here’s two of them for tonight as I’m still trying to unfuck my luggage/laundry/laziness. I mean I have only so much of ‘me’ and oh so much for ‘me’ to deal with it, so tonight, you get two ‘blasts from the past’.
The most startling thing that -I- personally notice is how much more eloquent? I was back then? It’s hard to describe, but my Doctors over the years who’ve read my various mind-leakings online have told me that the differences in my writing, then to now, absolutely point to the degradation of my mental acuity. They attribute it primarily due to the multiple Traumatic Brain Injuries incurred as a contractor in Iraq and Afghanistan…
Too many ‘danger close’ rounds and getting blow’d da fuq up without penetrating shrapnel damage…
No worries however, I do in fact have quite a few of those as well.. unfortunately NONE of which add to my VA Disability Rating as I was a “Private Citizen” working on a contract when these various ‘issues’ occured…
Go Figure. So in keeping with the subject, here’s a poast from November 17th, 2008. Judging by it, it was when I had redeployed from Kuwait to Iraq on the last contract I had there.
So here we go:
Monday, November 17, 2008
OK… Where am I again?
Jesus wept. You go to sleep on an airplane that stated the destination as “Baghdad” and you wake up somewhere over the fucking rainbow…
Yepper dear readers, the Intrepid Reporter is back in Baghdad… formerly known as the “Club Saddam-A-Go-Go” and it being the favorite third world shooting gallery for Al Queda and the other refuse from the Slums of Syria and Pitfalls of Palestine… well let me tell you… things changed
A LOT.
Got me a hunch that the current IR Reports are going to be a hell of a lot more boring than my writings of yesteryear in ’04 and ’05. Hell, even ’06 with the “Today I washed my sox and my ass during a rocket attack.” being the highlights are going to seem positively electric compared to this snoozefest.
INSANELY changed doesn’t begin to describe this place. I’ve landing in Baghdad under fire before and watched random acts of anti-aircraft fire overhead as the locals would try and unsuccessfully utilize old triple a flak guns… I’ve seen Baghdad under lock and key so to speak throughout 04 and 05. NUTHIN and I do mean NUTHIN can begin to describe the change. Quick observations included the fact that the city was all lit up where it had never been before. Try standing on the runway and not having to worry about random acts of rockets, mortars and suchlike. Try no body armor seen on anyone anywhere since I’ve been here… This place is so laid back its stupid… Hell the place I’m currently dossing used to be considered “Indian Country” back in ’04… as in the insurgents used to infiltrate through this very area that I’m staying in and try to ambush mo’fo’s as they tooled down the hardball…
Either way, my itty bitty mind is officially stated in the condition of “Blown” and I have NO idea what tomorrow will hold. I’ll do a more in depth analysis later. Until then, I’ll holler atcha. ______________________ Huh… wild memories from almost 17 years ago exactly Not bad… not bad at all…
The follow on poast comes a few days later, after I had set down, and gotten a bit ‘settled in’. I’ll let it speak for itself:
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Oh Wow man…. Like WOW!
OK ladies and gents of the studio viewing audience… I’m in Baghdad and my brain is somewhere in the Matrix, and I’m sure somewhere in there I went completely friggin bonkers… either that or I’m sitting in a padded cell somewhere waiting in a haze for the docs to come in and either dose me with my next med or to complete the lobotomy… I’ll explain as we go…
OK… when last we left the Intrepid Reporter of Baghdad Fame, he was overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and yes, even the smells of Baghdad. To whit, 2 out of the 3 things have changed, and 1 hasn’t. I’ll give you a hint… back in the day, (’04 to ’05) Lil Country and I used to begin the day with the following scene:
Scene One: Setting: The cab of a Ford F250 King Cab, two contractors Big Country and Lil Country climb in and start the vehicle. Big C, (sniffing air loudly): “Dude, did you shit?” Lil C, (looking offended): “Naw dude, that’s just Iraq!”
END SCENE
Yes, the smells are still the same, a piquant aroma of burning plastic, trash and the heady undercurrent of urine and dried human feces… think of an open sewer, then add some ‘spice’ to it. Nice huh? However, it’s the ONLY thing that remains the same.
The changes here are insane. No gunfire other than the ranges, which seem to be going on almost ALL the time. I can tell a range from a gunfight as the range has nice orderly pauses in the automatic fire… time for them to reload and aim carefully for the next set of targets. The sounds of a running gunfight tends to blend together and multiple calibers can be easily distinguished… as they said in Heartbreak Ridge “That is the sound of the AK-47 assault rifle, the preferred weapon of our enemy, which makes a distinctive sound when fired at you!” Truer words have never been spoken. So anyways, the ranges are going full time, and amazingly, the Iraqi Army is ALL over the place, and not only that, they are NOT wearing baclavas.
The dork in the back wants to know what a baklava is and why would the Iraqis be wearing Greek Pastry? Sheesh it takes all fucking kinds don’t it? OK. The baclava is pretty much a ski mask ok? Difference between a ski mask and a tactical baclava is that a tactical one is usually made of nomex, which (theoretically) is fireproof, or at least extremely fire resistant and flash resistant. Important things in the soldiering biddness as it were. The importance here is the Iraqis, besides not wanting to lose their rather copious eyebrowz is that they needed to hide their identities. The fact is, back in 04 and 05, if a dude was ID’d as an Iraqi National Guard or Police working with the dirty Invading Christian American Crusaders (their words, not mine!) then not only they would be at risk, but the cowardly fucks who were part of the insurgency would go after their families, hence the need to cover up and hide their identities.
Not anymore however. All the guys I saw going out to do the dirty to the bad guys last night were wearing only Body Armor and weapons… and quite a few fucking weapons I might add. All were carrying M-4 or M-16s which shows how far they’ve come from the days of the ubiquitous AK 47. They looked professional, and truth be told, mean as fuck. Like pissed off and ready to take back and KEEP their country. I wish I could feel bad for the insurgents, but I can’t so fuck ‘em!
Other things… ah yes.. part of the reason I’m sure I’m in a padded cell somewhere… well I was staying for a short period of time (my ‘acclimatization’ as it were) out at another company’s AO. That was good until I was evicted to Camp Victory… specifically Camp Liberty. I had to go down to the ‘Mayors’ Cell’ which is sort of the control and commander for all of the trailer parks here in the base. I went in and the kindly Master SGT hooked me up with a room. The trailer in question is supposed to be close to where I’m constructing a base of operations for the new company. The key had “6-441A-B” written on it which means Pad 6, Trailer 441, room either A or B.
Pad 6 is where I used to live in 04 and 05. I wasn’t prepared however, for the shocker of a lifetime, which goes to prove that I’m either permanently insane, or I’m actually in the Matrix, inside a tube or red goo with wires up my ass, powering a super genius computer or some such shit.
441 was the EXACT SAME TRAILER AND ROOM I lived in back in 04 and 05.
I’m officially ‘blown away’ now because of this. I’m temporarily in what used to be Lil Country’s “Blue Room” until I can move back into what we used to call “The Ponderosa” come Sunday. My old room is currently being used by some of our temp help, so Sunday I move back “Home” so to speak. Tell me I’m not tripping please?
Ok, besides that, I’ll go into some more later without compromising security. Needless to say, this is the EASIEST money I’ve ever made, and the danger is FAR over rated. I’ll holler more soon, and until then, I remain, The Intrepid Reporter. ______________________
So there you have it… a trip or so down memory lane with, as I called myself, The Intrepid Reporter. Pretty wild to re-read that, and look back EONS later right?
So let me know your thoughts in the comments! More Later Big Country
