Greetings and Salutations NGL…Kind of emotionally wrung out around here. Reason being is Gretchen has been in full-on meltdown mode today. And the reason for that is today was Adriana’s Birthday and Birthday Party.
The BabyDad did a video chat with us, and she knows and remembers us, but it still ripped the heart out of Gretchen for us not to be there…
I’ve been trying to be a supportive hubz in this case but I’m not very good at that sort of emotional stuff… too much damage over the years
Harsh but true. I compartmentalize everything that’s emotionally upsetting.
ESPECIALLY when it comes to my absolute failure to make sure Addy stayed with us… That was all my fault. Between my blowing my top at the wrong place and time occasionally, to not doing ‘what needed to be done’ (i.e. “taking out the trash” as I saw it then)… I feel like I failed in some major ways. I could have done better.
That being said… BabyDad has been doing exceptionally well.
I’ve told him as much. The kid didn’t have a ‘proper father figure’ which is a major reason he was screwed up IMO. Being raised by your Grands IF they’re really really old when you’re a wee bitty ‘un… well… it’s sort of like my Uncle who last I heard was on Wife #3, and had a kid when he was 52? 53? Something like that… DeadDad gave him a bunch of shit about having to teach his newest Daughter how to drive when he was 68 or so?
The few times I tried to teach Spawn #2 basic driving when (s)he was 16 and I was in my early 40s damned near kil’t my ass from heart failure… raising lil ‘uns past 60? Not an easy job.
Either way tho…
She got her ‘first’ real haircut so to speak… I mean Gretchen when we had her, being a professional hair stylist kept her mop under control, but after BabyDad and his Gran took over, for the longest time is was the basic “bowl cut”.
Shit like that drove Gretchen borderline insane mind you…
She looks great.
The video chat was good too. She remembered us, but is still confused that I don’t wear glasses anymore. She always asks me where my glasses are… (side note: since I got the cataracts removed, I no longer require glasses except for super up close reading, and even then a cheap pair of Walmart Readers are fine) She’s getting tall too.
We of course sent gifts that were well received…
However… Gretchen melted down for the rest of the day… which has made shit here hard, especially since I’m no good with emotional ‘stuff’. I do my best, but I keep feeling like I stepped in it constantly… like I’m running blindfolded through a cow pasture and keep hitting piles of shit. It’s a no-win either way.
That and last night was a major bummer.
Gretchen’s birthday was back in June. That being said, before it, in May, Elle King announced a new tour and lo and behold! She was going to be in Tampa at a very small venue, The Ritz in Ybor. We saw The Hu, a Mongolian Metal Band there back right beforethe COVID Lockdown in 2020. If you are unfamiliar with The Hu (pronounced ‘Who’) try this one for size:
Mongolian throat singing with metal and traditional Mongolian musical instruments… and another side note: The two string ‘guitar’ is a morin khuur which is the national instrument of Mongolia and is known as the “horse-headed fiddle”… in a few of their videos, you can plainly see the Swastika imbedded in the neck as it was originally intended to be, but freaks out the left so badly…
These guys are as awesome as you can imagine live as well. Funniest thing: NONE of them speak and English except the lead singer who’s main phrase was “FUCK YEEEEEAH!!!” which was hysterical…
Anyways, Elle King is like Gretchen’s favorite performer and I went and got tickets… not only that, they were the VIP tix with a ‘meet and greet’ after the show with Elle, and great balcony seats… I had gotten a couple of referral bonuses from People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, so I figured this would be Gretchen’s BIG birfday present.
Problem is she (Elle) had announced back in September she’s pregnant with kid #2. And last night she got so sick before the show they cancelled and took her to the E.R. Can’t blame them as she is preggers… Gretchen of course having gotten all dolled up was exceptionally down about it.
I hope she’s OK but fuck man. Sometimes I can’t win I swear What Mummy’s Tomb did I desecrate I keep wondering?
“(((They)))” said that the show would be rescheduled but to my mind? That shit ain’t happening in the next year or so period fucking dot. I mean let’s face it… the broad is (as I found out) six months gone… which means it’ll be a year plus before she can go back on tour, if ever.
And since they ‘postponed’ the show, it means I can’t get a fucking refund. Not until (((they))) cancel it.
Like I said. I feel like I cannot win.
The only entertaining thing was I got an email with a scanned pic that MomUnit found while cleaning up her computer:
I have no idea who took it. I do know that was me in Basic Training in early 1990 Reason I know is the guy with his hands on his helmet? His pantlegs are rolled.
The only time ever that any of us did that in the Army was when we were in Basic Training. That and the metal table behind us, and the dude in the background with the ‘boothead’ haircut. Plus zero rifles in sight either…
No clue why I’m grinning like a fool… Basic purely sucked.
And lastly, the Starlink? The mounting kit I bought was insufficient. I have to return it, and I ordered a roof peak mount instead. That of course was damned near double the cost of the other mount… At least I have one thing going for me… which is my luck… which seems to always be slightly fucked up. Not terminally bad but juuuust enough bad as to be exceptionally annoying as fuck.
Gotta say I do at least appreciate the irony and consistency.
Greetings and Salutations OK… sorry for the prolonged absence. Been really busy here getting things recovered from the Hurricane… as minor as the damage was, there still was and still is quite a bit of cleanup to do. After working a 8-10 hour day at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory so as to maximize my overtime as Head Commissar has authorized O.T. for me, then having to go out and do Mexican Work, i.e. “Manual Labor” cleaning up the yard and stripping off the destroyed Lanai, by the time I’m done, I’m fucking done.
Plus there’s other aspects I’m doing to insure maximum redundancy here at the Casa. Installing Starlink for one.
Since Elon The Great set the Starlink service to free until the end of the year, ($120 per month normally) Sapper and I both agreed to go ‘havlsies’ on the equipment. This in addition to seeing Elon The Great (no sarcasm) also knocked down the price of the gear as well, (we paid in total, including shipping $396.68, it normally being $600+/-) we figured that it’d behoove us to have a pretty much uninterruptable SatCom Internet hookup.
Nevermind it ALSO means I can finally get rid of the business internet line. And Sapper can get rid of his internet line as well… in total, the $275 (combined that is… $100 for Sapper’s, $175 as mine is a biddness line) saved is well worth the sunk cost, as even when Elon’s ‘free net’ runs out at the end of December, the normal is $120 a month anyway. I mean realistically, it’ll pay for itself in a short period of time… Win-Win IMO.
Add a couple of largish UPCs (Uninterruptable Power Supplies) to the PCs and the Starlink Router/Dish and BOOM!!! A net for all seasons…
Unless (((they))) (Leviathan) literally ‘break it’ (the Intahrwhebez backbone so to speak) intentionally at the server points.
We’ve also been working on the consumables. Water too has been a big thing. Reloading the potable that we used, and recalculating the used amount so as to make sure we have enough-enough for the next potential shitshow. We normally have on hand 65 gallons of purified 5 gallon jugs worth of agua. 4 Days of no power and a lot of heat and exertion, and we went through more than I expected.
Part in parcel of these things concerning me is like oh so many others, is the upcoming (s)election, as well as the Middle Eastern Theater of each Bad Guy/Good Guy punching each other ad infinitum for the sake of the whole ‘pretend war thing’… Tonights activities in particular positively reeks of theatrical bullshit.
After all, General Smedley Butler said it best: “War is a Racket!”
That and other things… One being I got word after the fact that my former Boss headed to what I consider ‘safer ground’… this Boss was in charge of me when I was in Iraq, and then shall we say guided me and or closely monitored me as we went to Afghanistan together a few years later? He’s a retired Gunnery Sergeant. I may or may not have mentioned The Gunny in the past… and yeah… Capital letters: “The Gunny”…. either way, he’s MAD Multilingual and used to work strictly as a “Embassy Marine” during his 25…30? years in the Corps… Not sure what else I can say, but let’s just say he recruited me, and is like a big brother to me.
He bailed to Wales about 30 days ago.
Granted his current girlfriend is Welsh… that being said however, if you had to pick ONE Area of Operations that’d be I dunno… to my analysis, it’s off the ‘normal chart’ that I (or anyone else would for that matter) would pick for “Bad Shit Happening” there… in fact, due to recent events, I’d say Wales is damned near an absolutely brilliant choice.
Despite being Oh-So-Close to being ‘theoretically British’ Wales is a wee bit of an oddball.
As you can see, It’s part of England, but not part of England
The reason(s) are multilevel. Different Culture Different Landscape (the SAS use the Welsh mountains as a ‘torture test’ to join their Regiment… it’s that fucking hardcore… look up “Brecon Beacons” to know of what I speak) It’s harsh, cold and wet as fuck environment… Not one that most people willing want to live in if there are other options available… However: The biggest difference being they speak Welsh there. Sounds stupid, but bear with me.
Wales is one of the few places that the injection of the Multicultural Imported Rapefugee Virus hasn’t really been able to ‘take hold’ in. The Main Reason Why?
Well… Having been there myself, and having seen it, and having it inflicted on me personally? Let me tell you…. DeadDad while we were in ‘tourist mode’ driving our family around damned near (no joke!) suffered a nervous breakdown trying to interpret the road signs in Wales back in the day… The name of a Town there? The longest name of a town in Wales is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which is located on the island of Anglesey in northwest Wales.
It was forever immortalized by “Hanoi Jane” in ‘Barbarella’:
Damn So yeah… A couple of articles I read pretty much said that the -few- Apefrican “Immigrants” that got sent there… they didn’t really feel ‘welcomed’…reason being is that in response to this unwarranted and unwelcome importation of sub-90 IQ’d Australopithecines, the locals “went native” and only spoke Welsh to them, and refused to interact with them otherwise.
Stores ‘suddenly’ removed signage in English-English, shopkeepers refused to speak anything but Welsh… and considering that the Ubuntu Motherfuckers barely spoke English” this caused considerable consternation
“Learn the language or get the fuck out” seemed to be the Watchword of the Day… to the point even the “Authorities” couldn’t do much except offer a relocation to Londinistan or one of the other ‘occupied Territories’ which after having to deal with not only an incomprehensible possibly hostile Local Populous, the majority of them were more than happy to bail back to more friendly ground. I mean let’s face it, unless you’re born to it, the Welsh language is a motherfucker to learn, and apparently, there isn’t any Law or Rule (that I know of) that can force anyone to speak English in Wales….
So YAY for the Welsh.
Side Note: Unfortunately, I think it’s too late to implement the same idea in the family homeland of Eire… Gaelic would for certain cause a lot of the Invaders to fuck the fuck off, and keep fucking off if the choice(s) were to be made… I mean I only know a few words, and man, it’s not an easy Language by far.
Biggest Takeaway However: When The Gunny packs his shit and gets the Fuck out of Dodge, it’s time to seriously reevaluate your stocks, positioning and preparedness. He’s got this inherent inbred ‘survivalist’ thing going on… the guy has more lives than a cat… Lebanon in the 80s… Grenada… Iraq…. Afghanistan… just to name a few… When The Gunny heads for ‘high ground’, I sure as fuck pay attention.
So… as it is, I’m keeping my head on a swivel, loading mags, rotating stock and doing a lot of Praying… and that’s a Good Thing/Bad Thing. Me and the Big Jumpmaster have a relationship of sorts… I do my ‘thing’ and try to behave like a ‘Good Monkey’, and stay on the path He commands, and I try not to bug Him unless I think shit is getting waaaaay sideways… a sort of “You Do You” thing where I don’t blame him for anything as it’s His Plan and I’m just along for the ride, but if shit gets too thick I’m not beyond asking for a solid to get me through. His will be done either way, just that I ask that if I have to go, make sure it’s a good deathworthy of a Warrior
Greetings and Salutations! Had a leave of absence on Sunday. TBH I crashed out on Saturday night after eating some Arbys as we (meaning me) didn’t feel up to cooking. I went down hard.
And pretty much (with the exception of a few piss breaks) stayed in bed asleep until 0600 this A.M. I have a hunch it was a cumulative effect of all the stress from the past few weeks that just left me limp as a wrung-out dishrag.
I’ll tell you what though, I feel waaay better now that I got a wee bit caught up on the ZZZs. I notice as I’m getting older, I can keep pace with the “old Me” BUT eventually I have to do a “catch up day” so to speak where I just got into full on ‘hibernation mode’ and just short of high explosives, ain’t nothin’ getting me out of the rack. Sunday was one of -those- days I guess.
Now… since I’ve been out of the loop, I feel a bit better, and the day was exceptionally cool in that I got a care package from Terrapod, a frequent commenter and all around “Good People” sort of guy. He hooked me up with a laptop the last time the main computer went down, which kept this place operational, as well as giving me the ability to ‘go mobile’ and on occasion, he’ll send me some interesting things he finds around his workshop. (Said workshop in my mind is reminiscent of a Mad Scientists junk-room, considering some of the oddities he’s thrown my way)
Now, as I was saying, this package that came in today had something that I’ll classify as exceptionally fucking cool! and that I just have to share.
This item being a Carlisle Bandage Packet
It’s in mint condition
A very nice edition to the “Big Country Museum of War and Mayhem” I think. Now… the other side of the ‘can’:
It’s a ‘sardine’ style can, which has a pull/roll tab on the end:
Now… of course I did a deep dive into these, as I need to know what I have so to speak.
According to the research out there, to include several board discussions on just this item alone, the Carlisle bandage was originally developed in the 1920 at the Carlisle Barracks hence the name. The base at the time was the home of the Medical Department Equipment Laboratory, and the first brass tins were called “First Aid Packet – U.S Army.” The dressing itself had been around since the turn of the 20th century, and during the first world war was sealed in a brass container to both protect its sterility from gas attacks and treat wounds in the field.
This particular one I -think- is pre-war manufactured as there are a couple of ‘tell tales’. Now when I say ‘pre-war’ I mean this one I’m pretty sure was made in April/May of 1941. My reasoning is that it is made of brass or copper, both metal(s) later becoming strategic metals, and no longer used in the bandage cases. The brass/copper can be seen on the back at the point where it looks like rust, but is actually the paint chipped away.
Also the “With Sulfanilamide” stamp on the back dates it post 1940, but pre-1942 when they changed the container over to a red color can, and got rid of the OD Green one:
Mind you, the info is ALL over the place, and confusing to even me. Either way, t’s a damned cool addition to the Museum. Terrapod thought it might be Korea/Nam vintage, but as soon as I saw it I knew exactly what it was, as I had been researching these already… I could tell it was a early 1940s WW2 Bandage mainly because in late 1943 and onward they totally ditched the metal container, and went with a heavy cardboard and plastic wrapped jobber…
Fortunately for Terrapod, they’re not that $$$ valuable however… roughly 40 million of these things were made. They currently run between $20-30 depending on who’s selling. They were the ‘Israeli Compress’ of it’s time, and used and sent ALL over the planet. On eBay even today you can find entire ten-packs of them in the original cardboard sleeve. I was actually looking to add one eventually to the collection, and thanks to him, I now have one.
Mind you this one is in WAY better shape than the majority out there that I’ve seen, so +1 Points on that fact. Yay Me/ and Terrapod for being so awesome for hooking me up! A short video comparing then to now:
Pretty cool ‘stuff’ IMO.
Otherwise, we’re just sitting ’round here, kind of taking everything day by day. I no longer pay any attention to the national daily propaganda dump if I can help it. The Ministries of Lies and Propaganda are so completely out of their minds… and the whole thing makes me even more tired than I already am.
I will say this however: No matter how things break, be it OrangeManBad or the Cumdumpster getting the ‘(s)election’ win, BOTH sides are going to lose their cotton-pickin’ minds. The only major problem is that one of those sides is absolutely delusional regarding the potential for violence and the implementation of said-violence. The “69th Intersectional Provisional People’s Political Militia” is not ready to handle a bunch of pissed off Good Ole Boys from Western North Carolina, I can gar-ron-damned-tee that these days… nevermind some other folks I know about…
A practical lesson awaits, in “Ye Olde Fucketh Aroundeth, Findest Outeth” levels that no one really wants to see happen, but probably will. My question stands is how far is Leviathan willing to go regarding that?
THAT right there is the million dollar question.
I’d say we’re only about two weeks from seeing things go sideways either way. Krainfeld is talking nukes, Head Izzyboi Nutjobyayhoo is doing dumb(er) shit in the Middle East the Iranians are being their usual selves, and the North Koreans have deployed upwards of (if true) 12,000 troops to get ‘trained and blooded’ to the Krain, which has the South Koreans shitting kimchi by the cubic meter. Everyone seems to have a screw coming loose in one form or another.
The Chinese Curse INDEED! So More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations Busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest here (and yeah, I’m looking at you Mike, you gimpy one legged fucker) For those of you not in the know, Mike over at Cold Fury had some health issues over the past few years due to his propensity for fast wimmenz, fast cars, fast food and bad booze that ended up costing him one of his pegs.
I warned that man that I didn’t like the look of that Columbian Broad, but oh no he was not deterred in the slightest… finding him the next day, sans leg, versus sans kidney/liver/ what have you, I take it as a “Win”
Either way… My Brother From Another Mother knows it’s nuthin’ but love…
So… Long story short: (I know… amazing for me amiright?) I threw this up on Gab and Poa.st last night right after I got word:
“Typical. I -just- got orders from the Florida Guard to report ON MONDAY at 0900. (I’m a in-progress member of the SOT) and ‘all of a sudden’ at 23:50 I get an email to be packed and ready to deploy on Monday at 0900, at Camp Blanding, 3 hours from the house.
For a Two Week Deployment.
Sweet Jeebus… even the Regular Army wasn’t this fucked up I swear.
“Orders to Follow”… AYFKM? Great… My employer at The People’s Glorious Tractor Factory are just going to purely love that shytte…
Even worse? They expect me to be AWAY from my home DURING the most contentious (s)election in the history of the Untied Staatz and under State Control? The only bennie I can think of is IF –everything– ‘drops in the pot’ I might have access to belt fed weaponry that I can… say… acquire…? “The Scrounge is STRONK in this one!” as they used to say…
Guess we’ll see what habbens… I’ll try to keep up as we go along…”
So yeah. A Warning Order for Movement ‘popped up’ Last Night. At motherfucking 11:50p.m. Are you well and truly shitting me!?! God-Fucking Dammit…
So Woke up at 0600 and started burning the phone and emails down all over.
Nothing
No Response. No Reply.
OK… That works… Fuck. Them.
Without orders? I know how that particular game gets played out. I spent waaay too many years as a Active Duty Kid, a Reservist, a Contractor and now Guard Guy to fall for that shit… it’s a major part of the reason I’ve actively avoided trying to participate despite an almost physical calling/demand.
No bullshit… it’s like I hear what used to be called “The sound of far-off Musketry” and maaaaan I grab my shit and go go go… Like a well trained coon-hound I suppose at this point… anyways…
I’m not going without orders. The standard line of “We’ll get you your orders later… just show up for the first formation and we’ll sort it all out after the fact!” is OH SO MUCH bullshit. It’s right up there with “I won’t cum in your mouth” and “I promise I had a vasectomy” to “Really? That was the wrong hole!?!”
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Sorry gang. BT-DT-GTTS and man… I don’t need any more t-shirts.
So, until Higher-Higher unfucks itself, well…. they can, as they say: “…sit and spin gang!” I’m not losing my gig at Glorious People’s Tractor Factory as it is (despite shit-pay) a great gig with a LOT of autonomy. I have zero vacation left this year (Thank you to Gretchen’s Parents for that) except for 9 hours, which I dunno… maybe I’ll use it for a Crack Binge?
Yeah I’m salty AF right now.
Sooooooo To cut it short and because I’m utterly emotionally and mentally wrecked and exhausted I’ll leave it that:
Nope.
No deployment for me
This time. Unfuck yourselves and act like the professionals you claim to be and I’m all in.
Greetings and Salutations! Soooo I’m cheating tonight. It’s been a long week again. I also did up a bunch of new memes for you all to utilize that as far as I know ARE mine and mine alone. I wish there was a way of copyrighting shitlord memes as I’d be a rich motherfucker…
Case in point, someone did a particularly harsh teardown od Diddy and his bullshit… and a bunch of the nogs just -had- to come to his defense and start tearing on the original poster… and the overwhelming reaction was to ‘turn it around’ on the chimps… when I saw this:
As you can see in the lower left hand corner I ‘tagged it’ with my ‘BCE2023’… I worked quite a spell to create the NAACP Logo as it is above… Lots of finite paint/photoshop work…
Part of me is oh so proud to see my creations out there like that.
OTOH, if I had $1 for every time someone used it?
As they say “SHEEEEEEEEEEEE-IT!!!”
Then again, it’d mean I’m probably a member of the Tribe… Jes’ Sayin’
Anyways… I’m too spent to ‘think’ tonight, so here’s a bunch I’ve worked on/found over the past week from various sources. The first three are mine… not sure where the graphics came from, but I added the meme-age so to speak as I thought appropriate. If anyone wants to improve on them, hit me up at BCE187th@protonmail.com and I’ll send the blank original that I have for you to use…
After all… Shitlording is a Full Time Job is it not? So to start with, a Video that Trevor Goodchild (formerly of GAB) but now on poa.st put up:
Oh Holy Hells… My sides hurt. BTW a quick aside: That shooting of the Nig in Question? BLM tried like Hell to get the ‘regular crowd of morons and idiots’ to start the usual rioting… ALL of that went out the window. It also if you haven’t noticed disappeared from the various Ministries of Lies and Propaganda as well…
Reason being is that particular Nigger who got shot? The one with the knife who was attacking the cop blatantly? Turns out ‘she’ was a fucking ‘he’. (It explains the size of that fucking monkey, that’s for sure amiright?)
The very last thing the enemedia wanted /needed right now was ANOTHER bloodthirsty troon with a death wish… so… the memory hole AGAIN gets activated at Warp Speed.
The next video is from the KLrain. In it, on the right side of the building, below the roof, you see the stream of smoke from a dug-in machine gunner (Krainian) who was dug in and holding back the Rooskie Advance. No idea -how- the Russians got ONE GUY in behind him, but it is urban warfare, so hey… whatever…
Either way, the Russian is the guy on the roof… and his answer to the dug in Krainian?
The guy took a TM-62 anti-tank mine, put a timed fuse on it, and dropped it into a hole in the roof to the apartment that the Krainian had dug himself into…
Greetings and Salutations! Appreciate all the input on the C-Ration and recibees everyone came and added to the discussion. And yes, to answer y’all my personal favorite was the “Vomlet” as one of you oh so succinctly termed it… I had forgotten that one!
And as to how I prepared mine? It was pretty easy to a point. As I was realistically “Mechanized Infantry” to a point as we ran the M998A1 Gun Trucks for our TOW Systems, MK-19s and M-2 .50cals, I had the ability to ‘spoil’ myself with a little ‘extra gear’ in the truck. BY NO MEANS did I hump this shit, and IF I did? Well… it just wasn’t possible really. ALL of us in the Platoon kept, scrounged or bought a 40mm ammo can.
Because we were a Delta Company (Heavy Weapons) our trucks had both the TOW Missile Racks for the spare TOW rounds (6 extras) as well as floor frames for the .50cal Ammo Cans, and even the frames for the 40mm. These were mounted all over what remaining floor space in the cargo area was left. An example:
That’s a .50 w/a tandem 40mm can frame. Anyway Because we had the space, I used to keep a teeny cook pot and my camp stove with my Spices as well as my paperback books. Plus Ramen. A whoooole lotta Ramen.
What made my Omelet w/Ham so good was the Ramen. I’d cook one up in the bowl, add the Mrs. Dash… usually the Garlic and Onion one. As the Ramen was almost done, I’d add the Omelet all squished up… you never left it in one BIG nasty piece… that was the trick… pulp that sucker. The add the other pieces/parts of the MRE which usually included the Cheese Spread, and the Escalloped Taters. Mix it ALL together in a goulash sort of thing, and lastly add the cracker pack all smashed to crumbs to thicken everything up.
THAT was the way to eat it.
Mind you I still could eat it if it was cold and slimy in the pouch, but if I had the time and could put in the effort? Why the Hell not?
So, as I had stated, I found an interesting article in multiple sources as saying that the Russians had proof positive that US Troops were killed in Kursk. This of course got my attention.
Now, a couple of other pics were on the Telegram channel referenced:
That’s the Stryker in question supposedly.
They also provided, as see above a “Crew Roster Card” which I of course had to check out in depth.
Then there was another card that they provided showing what appears to be a standard Radio Callsign Card that most Team Leaders would have:
Now being the curious sort I am and with my resources, I found it highly unlikely that any US Troop in any capacity would be rolling into a Hot No-Go Zone with such a sensitive… Hell potentially explosive item(s) on-hand.
(I also highly doubt that any ‘regular ground troops are there as of now, especially in Kursk… maybe some ‘sheep dipped’ SPECOPS kids, but anyways… ) I also got really curious about the Roster, so I did a dive on the names. Two of them were all it took for me to call bullshit on the entire claim.
The first, the Battalion Radio Callsign Card. First off, this’s a normal Item for folks to have. I had one back in the day, Hell ALL of us had one I think depending on your unit… so this is a normal DotMil/Infantry item so to speak… and it could be considered a ‘sensitive item’ in that you do not want the bad guys to get ahold of it. Anyway… I noticed and enlarged the two corners. The first was the upper left, which has what the primary unit the card it for listed:
Reading closely it says (to me, and correct me if I’m wrong “3-21 IN GIMLET” and the breakdown of the units under it. I then enlarged the lower right corner, where there is Unit Crest in the Corner:
A wee bit blurry
HOWEVER, when I pulled up the 3-21 Webpage I got this:
I’d call that a match.
I also found the Wiki that states that the ‘Mascot’ so to speak is a Gimlet:
A Gimlet being defined as gimlet is a cocktail made with gin or vodka, sweetened lime juice, and sometimes soda water.
Huh… no idea if that part is correct, but if it is? It’s the first time I’ve heard of an Infantry Battalion having a booze-drink identified as it’s official mascot…
So… Now that that’s been established.
I moved on to the Crew Roster.
The Vehicle Commander/Platoon Sgt (at least by rank, E-7) clearly shows the name as SFC Steven Adams. I looked him up via a goolag search. It came back immediately with a PIO (Public Information Officer) Picture of him:
Now, as you can see… Taken in Alaska. Back in 2018. I’m pretty sure this’s him, but seeing that this SFC Adams is also a member of 3-21 Infantry, I’d call that a solid hit.
The next name I got a hit on was PFC Garret Robinson. Again another PIO Picture:
It doesn’t list his specific Battalion, but does say he’s a member of the 1st Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 25th Infantry also in Alaska. This was in 2019. In fact he’s in this picture is doing the “Alaska Best Warrior Competion”.
I’m seeing a pattern.
Finally, the last one I got a positive hit on was the one I found the most curious. A female listed at the bottom. In this case SPC Erica Hemminger. When I ran her through the goolag, I got her Instagram (of course!):
Link HERE Her pics that showed her service (dated back also in 2017/18):
And:
Now, I was curious if she was a grunt or what? The ‘lift’ on females serving as Eleven Series was done in 2013. I thought she might be a Grunt, until I saw this pic:
That was in 2016. Considering the rest of the Crew Roster is done by rank, and she appears to be a Spc-4 ‘Add-On’ at the bottom, I think she was the Platoon Medic. I can only extrapolate her via those 3 poasts. One she’s in Alaska, Two she’s in the Motor Pool pulling maintenance and turning wrenches on HER Stryker and third, she’s getting more Medical Training. SO she’s either a medic or a Combat Lifesaver Grunt… either way
She’s actually a cutie IMO. Too cute to be a Grunt.
After all of this, I think I found enough evidence convince me and others that the card(s) and info were old news. As in the vehicle probably used to belong to the 1st Stryker Brigade, 25th Infantry, assigned to the 3-21st Infantry Gimlet Battalion, but somewhere along the ways, it got passed down since 2018 (which to be fair was almost six years ago) until it eventually ended up in the hands of the Krainian Empire… Whereupon the Russians ‘zapped’ it.
My hunch? Someone lost these cards… More than likely in 2018 +/- judging from the pics and names/dates and that ALL of the folks line up with being in/stationed in Alaska in the timeframe. The cards themselves? They probably fell down a crack between -something- heavy and/or immovable, and at the time, someone, probably whomever lost them, said “Fuck It” as most Grunts are wont to do and left them.
They only got ‘discovered’ when the Russians wiped out the Stryker, and the 8 folks on board, and detail-stripped every. single. piece. of it out of the hull. They probably found the cards and had a “Ah HA!” Moment. Which brings me to the next and last pieces of evidence.
First is this picture that shows Corporal Brandon Sanchez in the red beret w/ a 10th Group SF Patch. Not sure who the other SP4 is, but I -think- the black beret guy isn’t Sanchez… tough to say. Supposedly this pic was found in the wreckage of the Stryker as well.
Problem is, the guy in the picture is a Hard Stripe Four, i.e. a Corporal, so that doesn’t match with the roster. The only evidence I can find of a Brandon Sanchez is this:
…which lists him as a “Veteran” which means he’s out, and that he was an E-5 Sergeant when he got out… if he stayed in past 2018+/- a year or two? Normal promotions and such, ending his career as a Grunt as an E-5? Yeah, that matches.
So, my guess? Again old info that’s being presented as new.
Then, the weapons and US Flag, along with other gear:
A US Flag and 2x Sigs do not make an ‘official incursion’
The plate carriers are not to my intel, any ‘issue’ carriers…
Even if they were US Issue M-13s (the Army version of the Sig) so what? The US DotGov has been flooding the entirety of the Krain with so much equipment… OMFG I’m so jealous…
All my tax $$$ and -I- can’t get a fucking break nor the $750 DistasterBux from FEMA??? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
They say they got this off the eight stiffs. OK… what else you got Ivan? I’d say right now, outside of me producing the three folks still living and breathing that I found with a minimum amount of effort and using public sources I’d say I’m right, and you, Ivan Ivanovich just shot your credibility in Ye Olde Tallywacker.
Again
So, that’s my case. The Russians? Wow. Propaganda is a bitch innit tho?
Unlike some folks who’ve accused me of “Rootin’ for Pootin'” or whatever, I’m not. I just am an absolute neutral realist. Putin is going about this entire SMO Militarily Speaking in a way that’s never been seen before, which is why sooooo many heads are imploding. Too many folks for faaaar too long take the “Blitzkrieg” Point of View, when in reality, this “Sitskrieg” is working quite well to a point… slow and steady in this case wins the war. I think personally it’s a leftover from the Cold War Mentality and the Desert Storm thing…
Especially in light of some of the slipups that the Krainian Empire has had as of late… Krainfeld’s Spouse accidentally let it slip that there may be as many as three quarters of a million dead since the beginning on the SMO.
Sweet Jesus have Mercy.
So back to here stateside? Either way we’ll know within I’d say (provided the wheels stay on that long here stateside…not expecting it but who knows?) by February of 2025 for the Krain. By then we’ll know the results of the bullshit here… The (s)election in November will ‘prime the pumps’ and how the two sides interact? I’d call it that by March will be when it kicks off, on either side as that’s when the warm weather will start… I’ll make my prognostications later on that upcoming shitshow…
So yeah, Russia is overplaying it’s hand that if a dude like me, (like I said) by doing three hours of work is pretty much able to establish that out of the 8 People Listed on the Card 3 of them were 1) All stationed in Alaska 2) All within the same timeframe 3) That Two of the Three were both in the same exact unit, the 1st Stryker Brigade, 25th Infantry Division, 3 Battalion 21st Infantry Regiment.
And lastly: No one in their right fucking mind would have info like this on them in a place where they absolutely should not be! Those cards?
AN ABSO-FUCKING-LUTE NO-NO!!!
When you get ‘sheep dipped’ you have NOTHING that can lead you back to the Good Ole US DotMil/Gov. They actually ‘shake you down’ to make utterly sure you have nothing that can come back and bite Uncle Sugar in the ass… Literally, like the opening of “Mission Impossible: The Secretary will disavow any knowledge of you”
Greetings and Salutations! I think I’m finally caught up on my sleep. And I’ve got some stuff I’m researching right now regarding the Krain and a Russian Claim regarding our direct involvement, but like I said, I’m waiting on a confirmation email before I put anything out there.
Instead, I’ll share something that I got in the mail today.
And yes, Huzzah! the mail finally showed up today for the first time in like over a week. The trash also got picked up finally! The trash to be honest was beginning to worry me as it was getting a wee bit ripe so to speak… humidity and food scraps and whatnot are not conducive to a healthy post-storm Area of Operations…
For whatever reason before the storm, like the Tuesday before the storm hit (which hit late Wednesday night/early Thursday) the County did NOT do it’s regularly scheduled trash pickup, and then failed to get the normal Friday pickup as well. People;’s cans including my own were filled to overflowing, but it seems they got that particular problem unscrewed, so good.
Now? The mail: I got another gift from a reader in Alaska of all places. He was cleaning out his Paw-Paw’s hunting cabin waaay the Hell up in the North in Alaska recently as Paw-Paw had moved onto a better, tax free setting… meaning he shuffled off this Mortal Coil (deepest sympathies Fren)… He DM’d me as he found, of all things, a case of US DotMil C-Rations INTACT in the cabin. Paw-Paw was a DotMil contractor, and his guess is Paw-Paw had picked these up as ’emergency rats’, stashed them, and forgot about them. Said-Fren offered me one as he knows of my propensity for such cool things.
He sent me one for the museum.
It is, almost absolutely pristine Not that I’d eat anything in it… well that’s not true…
It has the Accessories pack, and spoon on top. The pack consists of Toilet Paper (about 12 teeny sheets) ‘waterproof’ matches, salt, pepper, powdered creamer, sugar and instant coffee.
Removing the top layer, you then have the B-1 Unit, which has the crackers and what I know to be hard candies in the can. The peanut butter is next to it. Shockingly, you can see the cardboard separator which kept the cans from banging into one another still in situ!
So, taking the first two cans out…
They’re in mint condition. No signs of any degradation. THESE are more than likely edible. Not that I will, but still…
Now, the fruit is Sliced Peaches, and the main, is the Ham and Chopped Eggs.
The peaches are a bit on the rough side. The can is dented up, and the seam is slightly damaged with some rot. A bit of it leaked out onto the cardboard box… Needless to say, not edible at all. This is really the only damage to -any- of the items in the box.
The eggs are ‘swole’ a bit. No obvious damage per se, but I sure as hell won’t be opening them anytime soon, except to maybe safely dispose of the botulism that’s obviously growing therein.
Yeeeeeah the top of that can is definitely bubbled
Maybe I should hold onto it for a future Bio-Warfare Home Brewed WMD? I’m pretty sure that even in 1973 when they were first canned, leastways these were canned, the troops considered them to be a Bio-Weapon of some kind… what with the DotMil eggs of ALL ages producing some of the worse ass-gas known to humanity.
Bio-War INDEED!
Over all, this is a really nice and extremely rare item to add to my BCE Museum of War.
It now sits thusly:
As you can see, I got a really nice set of “Military Meal Examples”
As you can see, a K Ration “Supper Meal” that’s complete (that will be another poast on that one later), 4 single cans of C Rations, to include a White Bread, another peanut butter, a B-2 Unit which is the same as a B-1, except it has coco-powder, and the Holy Grail of C Rats, a Pristine Pound Cake. The 5th can in the front of the pile is a rare alcohol gel-filled C Ration Stove. I found that on eBay a ways back for like $7.
The MREs were donated by another one of you deplorables, and the Omelet with Ham gets special distinction as that was my personal favorite MRE believe it or not. Great and fond memories
Good Times. Great Times actually. So, what was your favorite DotMil Meal if’n you had one?
Greetings and Salutations! Another full day. Gretchen is on her way home from her Parents. I haven’t seen her since last Sunday actually. That was when she went to go deal with the MomDrama that broke loose last Sunday. I’m pretty sure that for now it’s over, but I did explain that personally I’ve washed my hands of the whole situation.
I utterly refuse to participate any longer.
I’ll maintain and still help out the ‘rents, but only because of Dad and that reason alone. Any other stupidity-shenanigans that her Mom initiates?
Too bad, so sad.
So at least I got the wife coming back. The bed was getting a mite lonely at night.
Now, as to ‘other things’ Try this one on for size:
I guess this’s another instance where I was right. As Razorfist would have said
I’m just here for the LOLZ
For those who are wondering of what I speak, my writeup is HERE. For you newbz, The TL;DR is that Back in February, Gretchen got diagnosed with Metastatic Breast Cancer. Like absolutely the worst news a chick can get, especially since her rack was a defining aspect of hers.
That’s her own description mind you. Tig Ole Bitties. The concept of possibly losing them (‘the girls’ as she calls them) had her all sorts of fucked up. So I went full bore, and having survived Lung Cancer myself, I figured to do a LOT of deep dive research. The whole ‘too-doo’ and screaming over various COVID treatments, to include Ivermectin and Fenbendazole raised my curiosity, as they, as in Leviathan or whatever they are, were fighting waaaay too hard and making too big a stink over these supposedly innocuous drugs.
I mean when they’re trying that hard to discredit -something- that a year or two before was getting MAD props for being a lifesaving drug for its ‘work’ so to speak in Africa? So the deeper I looked the more I found… one of the biggest red flags was the cancer rate in Third World African Countries that use these drugs as a prophylactic anti-parasitical had a faaar lower cancer rate than us supposed First World ‘Civilized’ Countries…
That intrigued me.
“They” of course tried to palm that off on our First World Exposure to processed foods and pollution, but it didn’t ring quite true for me. Anyone who’s been in the Turd World can tell you flat-the-fuck out pollution is waaay worse there than here… just drive behind a HINO Dump Truck… a West Virginian Good Ole Boy trying to ‘burn coal’ in his lifted and jacked Pickup got nuthin’ on one of those fume-belching behemoths… Either way, it was a “Hey fuck it… what do we have to lose?” thing either way… so I ordered all the meds, and we, or I should say ‘she’ started the recibee that I have in the linked article and Boom!
Her tumor went from 22/25mm down to 15mm… Stage 2 headed to Stage 3, and was Stage 1 when they actually opened her up.
So againany time ‘they’ start telling you “Don’t do this/that/or the other” I’d recommend that you research it before making any final choices.. I mean use common sense of course, but even then, Common Fucking Sense is something that all levels of Leviathan seems to be lacking these days.
Hopefully this will make a difference for some folks. DeadDad got the moniker ‘Dead’ because of Cancer. –I– was lucky with mine as I went and got aggressive as fuck with the Lung Cancer and refused to follow the Doctor’s orders. Instead –I– told them what –I– wanted done, and not to fuck with me as it was literally, “my body, my choice.” My choice being a radical Lobectomy of the entire Lower Left Half of the Lung getting cut out immediately after the tumor was discovered, rather than follow the ‘normal chemo/radiation protocols’.
DeadDad listened to them and it ultimately kil’t him
I wasn’t letting my Wife go the same route, so we tried my Protocol as either way she was getting the surgery, and IF it had a positive effect, then great! If not? No harm/no foul.
It worked out, and in the end, she ended up with a rejuvenated set of Boobies. All of the age-related sag got taken out, and I tease her that she got a set of titties that belong on a 25 year old.
SO I got that going for me. And to fill out the rest of tonight: Some topical Columbus Day Memes…
So on that note, I’m going to crash out. I’m still tired from this past week, week and a half of retardation.
Greetings and Salutations! Seems I ‘rustled quite a few jimmies’ after my whole Saturday “Fuck with the Florida FEMA Female Fuckfestivus Finale”
‘The Other BC’, who told me about this, well… During the entire episode that I was going through, he was asking the who/how/what via text wanting details. I know he’s got folks there that he’d purely love to see ‘go under the bus’ and I was happy to provide what little info I had available, even if it meant only a physical description…
He did end up telling/explaining to me that he was only one of many who were responsible for assisting in the setup of said-Jug-Fuckamus. Not that I’d ever lay the blame on the guy who’s job is to ‘tote Ye Olde Bales’ i.e. the ‘stronk back, weak mind’ guy…(no insult intended bro!) I kept him updated right up until I pulled the Media Card and Rank. According to him, he was vocally against the whole fucked up setup from the git-go, but was severely outranked and whatnot…
In cases like that, it’s best to be “Yessir, Yessir, Three Bags Full Sir!”
So, during our various text interactions whilst I played mindfuck with the on-site fucktards, he did give me the feedback website on my Cellie, which of course I blew the fuck up via a couple of emails when I got home… meaning there wasn’t just one complaint about the Utter Retardation that I saw, oh no no no… I made sure it was a multiplicity of emails that appeared to be from multiple sources. Call it even a litany of “Fuck you, stronk message follows!” from a pile of email addy from alll around the area of operations…
They play games, I play games.
Seeing that I do NOT have a shit ton of ‘bot availability, I had to do it the old fashion way… the only big problem was redoing my VPN to various local areas as I wanted to insure the widest distribution, as well as making sure that ‘shit lined up’… Email creation was the easiest. Having two PCs running in tandem also made it easier.
I positively slagged them.
My personal favorite was being/playing the role of “Marta” who was ostensibly, a illegal mother-of-four who’d escaped from being sex trafficked, and that I (she) had used the very last of her gas to get her and her Nino/a-s to the food/water distribution point, only to find that they were NOT handing it out on time. She was ALSO upset and heartbroken at how she risked her current job as a seamstress (making faaar lower than legal minimum wage in a Tampa sweat-shop), as she needed to be at work at 0900. The very fact that “they” had thoughtlessly delayed the distribution for no good reason and didn’t inform anyone? was unforgivable… That if it hadn’t been for “…Un militar muy grande llamado “Gran País” they would have never gotten any food.
That being me of course…
The translation being “The big military guy called Big Country” I had the goolag translator do it for me, but then Sapper who lived in Mexico for two plus years, checked and cleaned up any obvious AI ‘bot rough spots… The whole message was sent En Español.
And yer absolutely God-Damned fucking skippy I made myself the Hero here.
Why the fuck not? It’s like the clown who asked in the comments:
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 >
alwayseffincontrary gardencountry@protonmail.com
Tell you what fucko… What kind of ‘Murican? How about one who writes a near damned-daily blog where you like to read about his “The Adventures of…” because your own life is so lacking in task and purpose…
YOU be the one who needs to keep coming up with new blog-fodder day after day…
THIS was a minor thing, that didn’t hurt anybody as far as I know… well, to be perfectly honest, some motherfuckers might have lost their jobs, but considering they’re the Minions of Leviathan, and would do the. same. exact. thing. to. me. in a New Fuckin’ Yawk second leaves me with ZERO give-a-fucks.
THIS is a lot of work honestly.
Don’t get me wrong. I love writing. DeadDad instilled my love of the written and printed word early in my life. For the most part, outside of some minor ad-revenue, and some VERY MUCH APPRECIATED financial contributions from regular readers who’re definitelyfaaaar more generous than said-insulter/commenter is, unless I see YOUR name on a check/donation? Then all I can say
Fuck the fuck off OK?
And to be completely transparent?
IF there were people genuinely in need, I would NOT have taken any food aid, nor anything else… The very fact that the majority of the “Needed Aid” people were/are ALL illegals, who are more about the gathering and reallocation of resources to insure they thrive as opposed to their whytte neighbors…. The fact that they have like 4x times the amount of available EBT (as related to me by a lovely blaq girl and her husband who I spoke with who knew it firsthand)… the fact that they’re there is so they, like me can take advantage of every. single. opportunity. presented. to. them.
THAT BTW is why we’re losing this particular war…
NEVER LEAVE MONEY ON THE TABLE so to speak In this case? NEVER LEAVE FOOD ON THE TABLE Granted, nasty MREs… But considering a case of the earlier reviewed Humanitarian Daly Ration (HRD) is at least $45 for a a case of ten!?! And That the Sopakco Meals?
Yeah… You bet your ass I’ll not only go and get a good story, but I’ll also make damned sure that I’ll profit from it if the capacity exists…
Either way, I got me another case of Sopack Chow onhand for FREE. I’ll take that as a “W” outside of some rando-intarwhebs dork trying to harsh my mellow… as I love to say, if you can do better, feel free!!!
So anyways…
Now, Denise The Celt from gab (@DenisetheKelt) told me, under no uncertain terms that: “PLEASE stop using the name “Karen” as an insult. The name is Danish and it means “pure”. The use of the name has been turned into a slur by niggers, in order to intimidate and shame White women into not reporting nigger crimes It’s bad enough when everyone else uses that term as an insult – but it’s horrible when a Pro White man does. Really – I’m at the point where I’d love to shoot people in their mouth when they do this.”
To which I asked: “What’s the alternative?”
Since she hasn’t replied yet, as I -do- have some respect for her as she appears to be a seriously based Irish Chick and I’ve had nothing but great gab interactions w/her, I’ll refrain for now with the “Karen” Insult. This being said, the issue remains unresolved… if not “Karen” then what? If she doesn’t let me know, I’m going back to the default programming, as I am now, as it is pertinent to the story…
Reason I say this is I guess I wasn’t the only one who blew up The DeSantis Governator’s Complaint line about this fuck up…
I got a call from someone at 11am this morning.
This from MY actual email/phone complaint where I left a complaint, as a ‘minor blogger of no repute.’ I did not give out any other info… The ‘sort-of-‘bot’ complaints, meaning the ones I made up from whole cloth were without a phone number point of contact…
In fact to be honest, I realized I probably fucked up on MY complaint form by using the auto-fill function… it’s the only way they could have gotten my phone number UNLESS they really went data scraping which for such a minor incident I rate as a possibility of a 1 out of 10. Lesson learned there, and one for y’all to remember ‘cos:
They asked me bunch of questions, and only a few about the ‘disruptive elements’, which I can only assume meant myself, but I demurred… either way, after the call I realized:
The very fact that I got a call at 11am from a DotGov Official on a fucking Sunday in itself is significant..
That and that I (as of now) have NOT had my front door “SWAT’d” nor had any other law-enforcement thugs show up here to fuck with me, methinks that somewhere, sometime after my call(s) to the Tips Line(s) in general probably started a behind-the-scenes shitshow of epic proportions.
I eagerly await my next contact with ‘Other BC’ as he may/may not have the skinny on what’s going down.
Maybe? Maybe not. But that’s where I’m at. Seeing it’s now 0112, and I literally slept the majority of the day, I’m out gang… thoughts, threats and ideas in the comments.
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?
The government shipped up 3 pallets of electric chainsaws to us in a community without power pic.twitter.com/LTy1vkRkUY
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 fuckthought 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- exceptstanding 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?
