Greetings and Salutations! Took last night off… went to be early… Needed the rest. The comments and suggestions from you all have been fantastic, along with a bunch of DMs and whatnot. I greatly appreciate the suggestions for observational devices.
Speaking of which I’m back up in my 360 coverage, to include the interior cams. And to address the local Deputies… I’ve had some official discussion with them in regards to serving warrants here at the Casa. Essentially I told them to come politely, knock on the door, let me call my lawyer, and I’ll surrender peacefully. That any ‘kinetic actions’ would be responded to via reflexive training, and the responsibility for any and all casualties on his side were going to be on him.
Of course there was the obligatory stuff of “That’s not how things work!” and I asked him if he’d be on the stack when they kick the door and I hit them with 5 gallons of flaming napalm while I’m half asleep thinking it’s the Haj come to play???
Yep… suddenly he had a different attitude. Hence why a flammenwerfer is a gamechanger as far as kinetic action goes… Nomex is flash resistant NOT fire proof and I don’t think a SWAT Team would be very useful in bunker gear and full respirators… then add on some small arms fire with a 1-3 API mix makes THAT day suck even worse…
Now as far as the comments of “Why are you so special?” and “What makes you think they’d be interested in you?“
Well… first off… this is not a new phenomenon. As I stated in the comments, Time Magazine wrote about the secret Army Agency and on further looking, I was incorrect! It was Newsweek that had the Article, from 2021.
Published May 17, 2021, it didn’t get so much as a bump in the news… and the title? Exclusive: Inside the Military’s Secret Undercover Army
It then goes on to discuss “signature reduction” and even goes into the day-to-day life of one of these undercover ‘spooks’. It also had this tidbit:
Befitting how secret this world is, there is no unclassified definition of signature reduction. The Defense Intelligence Agency—which operates the Defense Clandestine Service and the Defense Cover Office—says that signature reduction is a term of art, one that “individuals might use to … describe operational security (OPSEC) measures for a variety of activities and operations.” In response to Newsweek queries that point out that dozens of people have used the term to refer to this world, DIA suggests that perhaps the Pentagon can help. But the responsible person there, identified as a DOD spokesperson, says only that “as it relates to HUMINT operations”—meaning human intelligence— signature reduction “is not an official term” and that it is used to describe “measures taken to protect operations.”
Mind you, the article does not rule out DOMESTIC USE of these fuckers And yeah, Fuckers. Embedding a modern American Stasi as Anonymous Conservative has dubbed them is heinous and goes against everything I ever took and oath to for this now-cesspool of a shithole of a country.
The country itself? Great. The native born and assimilated People? Wonderful Everyone else needs to get the fuck out or get the rope.
So are there elements of the intel and DotMil community out there ‘keeping and eye on things’ Just from that article alone I know it. So I’ll leave it that, I’m a wee bit melancholy tonight having heard this song for the first time in a loooong time.
Gets ya in the feelz man… SO an early bed tonight (again) which I’m comfortable with. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! OK… first off, thanks for the heads up about Anonymous Conservative with his website https://www.anonymousconservative.com/ He and I discuss things and comment on each other’s twitter account. Mine being just as an FYI is, appropriately BigCountryExpat @BigCountryExpat go figure amiright? Feel free to follow although I tend to be boring there as it IS twatter…
But yeah… at first when I started reading AC’s stuff… specifically the whole ‘gang-stalking’ and American Stasi… initially it brought me back to a comment that completely stuck in my head from a guy who’s handle was “MetallicMan”… he stated that I was probably a target of the ‘powers that be’ and that I was under observation in regards to me, my activities and the blog itself.
Mind you this was three or so iterations of this place… before DiveMedic so kindly set up my housekeeping here… The website I was directed to is quite the ‘rabbit hole’ to wander down, so be warned. The site being https://metallicman.com/ According to sources, both my own and ‘other sources’ MetallicMan was charged with a whole slew of kiddie-porn ‘stuff’… however….
The majority of the charges are very strange and he or whomever he is hasn’t poasted since 2018+/-… He fled to China and got refugee status… that right there tells you something in itself.
Point is, he said I was a victim of this ‘gang-stalking’ which was a term I had never heard of before. I found out that per the wiki:
Gang stalking or group-stalking is a set of persecutory beliefs in which those affected believe they are being followed, stalked, and harassed by a large number of people.
Now the use and implementation of the language itself is very telling. They frame the very concept of Gang-Stalking as a set of ‘persecutory beliefs’ and that believing in it “…may reinforce the troubled thinking of the mentally ill and impede treatment…”
Huh. Sort of like the term “Conspiracy Theorist” right? The full article is HERE
Now… AC states flat out that “they” have been after him for quite some time. That “they” are organized, and capable of doing some right dastardly deeds. I’m not sure in his particular case… HOWEVER
That being said? I know I’m being watched. I mean I already know from various contacts I have in the intel community and via some FOIA stuff I did on my own that yeah, I’m on a ‘list’ or three. I mean the majority of us who did what I did back in the day, working for who I did, of course they want to keep tabs on me…
One does not become the Operations Manager of the company that ran Abu Ghraib prison and Camp Bucca in Iraq (post scandal mind you), and then become the civilian head of Detainee Operations at Guantanamo Bay and NOT be ‘wired in’ and under watch for the rest of your life.
Just like the cartels, “Plomo y Plata” baby.
I took the silver… and I’m behaving myself in my old age as I don’t want nor need the lead. I’m perfectly content to scream mindlessly into the void as such when I do here… as the Appalachian term goes, “Don’t start none, won’t be none!”
However, as of late?
There’s been an uptick in the reinforcements of the ‘watchers’ as Sapper and I have dubbed them. The first group was a couple, engaged who moved down here supposedly from Pennsylvania. I may or may not have talked about them before, but essentially they tipped their hand and blew their cover a few times, to the point I’m well aware that they’re part of whatever weird-assed “American Stasi” that’s in place in this particular neighborhood.
It’s not just me. We have a retired Marine Master Gunner (a Marine version of a Warrant Officer) who was recon who lives about 5 houses up from me, an retired Gunny, catty-cornered to me, and my across the backyard pond is a retired SF Master Sergeant. LOTS of former SpecOps in the neighborhood… I’ve discussed this at length with all the concerned parties, and we ALL agree that there’s a few ‘hinky’ motherfuckers rolling and living in the A.O., so we watch each other’s backs like the mad-dog motherfuckers we are.
Like the ones across the street? Now that I know and have concurrent agreement from all the others in our A.O. that they’re ‘dirty’ that IF something untoward were to happen, I’m no longer worried about my ‘backstop’ on the off chance that I have to shoot in that general direction. I mean .45-70 has some insane penetration capabilities, and I used to worry about Sarah and Gee-Mom when they were living there on the off chance of sporadic gunfire…
Now? Since they moved out? Notsofuckinmucho. Duck Motherfuckers!
But seriously… There was an incident yesterday that I personally think was a ‘probe’… there’s been quite a few of these sort of things, from random non-ID carrying ‘utility workers’ trying to scope out SOT licensed gunnies on twitter, to ‘other things of weirdness’ that have me concerned… The very fact that my lil “combat antenna” is buzzing and that lil voice that used to tell me “Yo BC! Bad day to ride Route Irish!” in Iraq or “Yo bossman… time to GTFO of Dodge… bad things are afoot!” and invariably, I’m still fucking alive because I lern’t LOOOOOONG ago to listen to that voice and that buzz…
And yes I do actually ‘hear’ an internal dialog… literally a voice inside my casaba that tells me to hat the fuck up or to watch my step… it’s been faithfully operating for as long as I have memories… A very handy fren to have to say the least.
Anyways… so as I work for People’s Glorious Tractor Factory primarily remotely from home, yesterday was a bit of a special day. Namely that we had NO humidity, and the temp had dropped to a nice 73 degrees… which meant for the first time in a LONG time I was able to open ALL the windows and sliders and air out the “House O’Funk” from being locked up allllll summer long. 2 dogs, 2 dudes, and 2 cats? Yeah… it tends to get a wee bit musty ’round this place if we can’t air out the crib after a while….
So all the windows were open… and around 11:00am… I hear what sounds like music blaring in my from yard… Unusual to say the least. Now the issue here is that at the time, that particular camera that ‘has the duty’ for coverage of that part of the yard was down for a maintenance recharge. Every 3 months the battery runs out, and it just so happened coincidentally to be when THAT camera was down…which in itself is a wee bit sus…
My rationale for this suspicion? It’s mainly b/c the feed to the cameras is via the cloud and web, which means a state-actor or representative could ostensibly have access to said-cameras and know when I have a “blind spot” going on at that particular time…
And what a weird incident it was… As I went out, I grabbed the 1911 which I keep half-cocked, with a round ‘up the snout’ at the front door (for immediate action if needed) and keeping it low and ready, I cocked it, and put on the thumb safety. I keep it generally out-of-sight as to not upset “the straights” as Sapper calls them… I went out, and slowly cut around keeping a scan on.
Seems that exactly at the property line, a car was parked in front of my and Miz Churchlady’s mailbox. Like half on MY property, and half on Miz Churchlady’s. The car was a two door Chevrolet Spark… really smol. The windows were all down, and the white dude (roughly 28-35… tough to say… brown hair, no tan, thin build) wearing a hoddie and t-shirt under it with a lgo I couldn’t make out, was a-banging his head away to the music… off the steering wheel, then off the head rest, and positively screaming the lyrics of what I figured out to be Disturbed “Sound of Silence”
Great song BTW… BUT! This guy had to have seen me. I kept the .45 out of sight the entire time, and debated on just how to approach. I then figured to get Sapper, and raise the stakes by getting the Shotgun… I went in, and Sapper was already ready to go, and asked me what the fuck was going on? I told him the plan, that he’d go up while I covered him, and we’d see what went down… his only issue was that I only use the .45 as he was worried about getting hit by the spread from the Gauge (which was true enough… shotgun pellets sometimes take strange paths) I agreed and figured that IF I needed more that the 9 rounds in the .45, we were well fucked and gone either way…
Yeah… I go Wilson Combat Mags w/8 round capacity, and with one up the pipe, it means I got 9 rounds of some INSANE hollowpoints…
So when we went out with our plan in place, well… as soon as we came out, it seems Miz Churchlady had had enough of “…that gosh darned racket!” and had come out to confront the perp herself… As Sapper and I stared towards this whacked out mo’fo, he -suddenly- cut and run…
Like pulled out with a quickness.
Vamoosed. Popped smoke with a mega-quickness… Deeee-parted with Haste and then some. Tschuss’d the fuck out… you get the idea…
Well… that wasn’t good enough for Miz C. Miz Churchlady then came over to us, and asked us (in as profane a manner as she could as she is the very definition of a Churchlady, and it was more like a D.I. ‘bracing an trainee’) just “…what in the Blue Blazes of Hades was that youngster up to? He looks like he was ‘on’ something Billy!!!”
BTW: Quick aside… she’s like a 90 year old Black Lady who takes no shit, gives no shit and it flat the fuck out awesome to have as a neighbor… she still works and HAS worked a s a crossing guard for the local elementary school for like 30/40 plus years, and recently got a lifetime achievement award for NOT calling in One Day sick in like 30+ years… If ONLY there were MORE black female matriarchs like her, the Blacks as a whole would be far better than the current state… even SHE agrees with me on that… she’s as based as they come… Tougher than boot leather and awesome AF IMO. I’ve mentioned her before I believe… anyways…
With her, she positively commands respect Well deserved IMO.
And well, Sapper and I, we told her we had NO IDEA what was going on, but that -I- thought it was another Op to see how we (Sapper and myself) would react as the car was half on HER property and half on MY property which then opened up some interesting questions as to just -what- we’d be allowed to do. Miz C then said she was going to call the Sherriff’s office, and report this, as well as mention to them that Sapper and I were her ‘caretakers’ (her son works and lives in Hotlanta) and that in the future, she wanted it on the record that we could make decisions as needed to insure her safety in the future, as this had her really worried.
Seeing that she’s tight with the county as a ‘beloved member of the community’ it’s given us a wee bit MOAR leeway in dealing with potential infiltrators and saboteurs. I have no idea what the fuck this assclown was doing, but the fact that he bailed when Miz C. showed up, and didn’t when he initially saw me, means that his purpose, whatever it may have been, was to provoke or to test Sapper and My response to the situation…
Either way, I’m now walking the dog(s) far more heavily armed than as was the norm. Seeing that we’re now “open carry” here, I’d rather be heeled up, able to ‘repel boarders’ that as to not.
Better armed is forewarned and prepared.
So let me know YOUR thought on it… Personally I think this’s a legit probe… the whole ‘acting out’ and being obscure and weird as fuck in his actions, only to -suddenly- re-acclimatize when there’s someone other than the ‘target’ (i.e. myself) who happens on the scene as either a potential witness and/or participant
In the case of Miz C. I know she’s not part of whatever the fuck is going on around here… time will tell as far as the other new neighbors that moved in like 2? maybe 3 days ago?
Yepper. My ONE “neighbor of concern” moved out of here about a month or so plus. Neighbor of concern in that while Barry was a good enough neighbor, he was an ultra-dyed-in-the blue hardcore DemoncRat of the First Order. To the point we made sure to neverever discuss ANY political subject, less he lose his shit in a most horrific manner.
Like FULL ON Trump Derangement Syndrome to the “Nth” Degree. You’d have to see it to believe it. Enough so that Sapper and I had a ‘contingency plan’ in place if needs be… Thankfully he moved before any of those real threats could emerge.
BUT!
So ‘other neighbor’… the Portagee… like that’s what I call him… he’s Portuguese and from Jersey originally. I ‘introduced’ him to ‘firearms’ culture and maaaan like soooo many who’re refugees from the various “People’s Socialist Republics” (i.e. Joisey, Jew Yawk, Commieneticut, and Taxachussetts) he’s embraced full on “Gunshine State Attitudes” and is part of MY “neighborhood watch”
So about a week ago, Portagee texted me and said -someone- was moving into Barry’s old place. The problem was it (again) was an itty-bitty truck, without ANY substantial furniture, which was a hallmark of my watchers right across the street… a slight move in… a smol Budget rental van, NO large furniture and a very smol ‘footprint’ if you will…
Portagee and I had already had a discussion on the ‘watchers’ across my street directly, and he wholeheartedly agreed that there’s most definitely something ‘off’ about them. We’ve briefed the other ‘cool’ neighbors, to include the Recon Master Guns, and Miz C. on these issues… one thing to take away is that ALL of them agree that there’s something ‘off’ with them, as well as the other new neighbors.
In that usually the new neighbors tend to at least introduce themselves… with these others? Not so much. In fact, if I heven’t discussed it before, the ones across the street did attempt to introduce themselves, as a hardworking engaged couple from Pennsylvania… that the Male was a medical doctor who’d just finished his residency at UPMC Pittsburg… That being University of Pennsylvania Medical Center, Pittburg.
When I found that out, I told them that was cool, and maybe he knew my BFF/Loader from the Army ‘Popeye’? Popeye being at the time the Captain of the UPMC Pittsburg Police force and one of only 5 armed cops for the whole campus…
Everyone knew who Popeye was.
And THAT was when their cover was blown so to speak… they both shut the fuck down, cut the ‘meet and greet’ so short as fuck as to almost be rude AF and that was the last word either Sapper or I spoke to them for almost three years.
See… Pennsylvania is a rare state in that you cannot track, nor trace a license plate UNLESS you get a court order. And guess what? ONE of their vehicles is STILL wearing PA state plates… Despite the Florida state law that says that you have to have your plates and registration switched over within 90 days of relocation.
Ummm Yeah.
The ‘other’ cover they blew was about six months ago. As I stated, neither Sapper nor myself have uttered nor conversed with either of them for likely 3 years +/-… Until about six months ago…
I was still half-plastered from a good night before, and the trah truck had come through. The HOA is retarded about making sure you get your cans in quickly, so I went out right after the trash pickup.
The “doctor” dude was out there at the same time.
Now mind you, I couldn’t pick this guy out of a police lineup even if you threatened to kill my lil Redheaded Gran… I mean literally the guy is a ‘nonentity’ in my book… HOWEVER
As I’m bringing in my garbage can, I see him bringing his in as well… I actively ignored him when he suddenly said “Hey Billy! Good to see you!!!”
Say fucking what!?!
You could have bowled me over with a feather, no joke. I literally have no fucking clue as to what this pigfucker’s name is, but he knows and remembers my name?
I was like a der in the headlights. Caught completely off guard Not cool man.
Never mind that only close frens call me Billy and know the reason wehy I’m Billy as opposed to Bill… I might go into that on a later date but anyways… Nope… this was a ‘tweak’ of my metaphoric nipples so to speak… letting ME know that THEY know that I know just what the fuck is going on…
That’s fine… No worries mate. One BIG grave or several smol’r ones Makes no dif to me.
So let me know what you think in the comments More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Got some Memes I’ve gathered up from hither and yon… some good, some bad, some downright ugly. I’m feeling lazy tonight as last night I didn’t sleep very well (weird combat dreams of being in a firefight at the Local YMCA pool complex… very strange that one was. VERY vivid too.
Either way, rather than ‘Crack Open Ye Olde Cortex’ to delve into the rats and snakes that infest my subconscious, we’ll go with the safe(r) choice (by far IMO) of some Memes. I hope you enjoy!
(Lovely Miss, formerly from Gab LOVED this on Twitter when I put it up)
This meme was actually put OUT by Vance or his team in response to all the heat coming down about the sombrero meme… not sure but UTTERLY BASED AF IMO
So… That’s it for tonight Remember to tip you Waiter More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! I for once was up early and actually got a LOT of ‘stuff’ done today! Go me! One of the missions was to remember to pull out a bag of the deep-freezed Red Snapper filets, which I did and was perfectly defrosted for a glaze and bake for dinner…
And the day’s activity was one that’s necessary and not too much fun… that’s water refills. We have a water filter/cooler/heater that we use as the town water is just soooo bad… like “kidney stone” levels of minerals… hard water indeed.
Since I never went in for one of the water softening machines, for whatever reason it just seemed like too much work, I went with buying some jugs of water initially and then ‘reloading them via a ROWPU machine which are located on almost every corner down here.
ROWPU meaning Reverse Osmosis Water Purification Unit.
The one I use is a “Penguin Brand” aka Water dot Com and costs (now) $2.50 for 5 gallons of purified and filtered Agua:
This one is located outside of a CVS and gets serviced pretty regularly. In this case it was last done on October 2nd, which is fine.
What kills me is it used to be a quarter for a gallon, and $1.00 for 5 gallons… then is started creeping up… until it’s now at $2.50. Mind you I’m not bitching… to buy a 5 Gallon Jug at Publix, including the bottle deposit is like $12-$13 a bottle!
Now, for us, well…. waaaay back in the day I did a spell working for Nestle Waters doing customer service support… let me tell y’all: Worst. Job. Ever. No joke… I’ve done phone support off and on my entire life… it’s easy, relatively mindless, and the pay is aight… one is NOT going to strike it rich by a long shot, but for a “filler” gig? It’s not bad. You can make a living…barely but like I said, it’s a good simple job that doesn’t require much other than just showing up. However… Nestle? Holy Hells that was the worst job I’ve ever had. Period fucking dot.
In my case, I used it both as a filler gig AND to take advantage of that sweet, sweet, employee Discount. In my case I used it to acquire quite a number of 5 gallon jugs:
13 all told… 65 gallons of potable. And the day before I got fired? I went into MY account and cleared any of the jugs that I was supposed to return I had listed under my account, so I didn’t owe anything… Mind you it wasn’t my account but a bogus shadow account I had made specifically to utilize for things of this nature… Long term I knew this gig was bullshit, so I set things up for me to profit as I could, when I could. I mean FFS the deposit for a Nestle 5-gallon water bottle is typically around $7.00 to $8.00… add on the $8-10 they charge for the water itself?
SHEESH!
So the next day I got fired and my access got closed out. It was a mutual thing I sort of quit/fired. Essentially I made them fire me so I could get unemployment… That was over 7 years ago…
And yep. The jugs? Still operational. Every few fill ups we sterilize them with a light bleach solution and run the rubber caps thru the dishwasher… we don’t want to get any creeping water based crud right?
We also do a scrub on the water dispenser every 3 months. Just Regular maintenance yannow?
The water as you see, we keep racked in sets of 6-5 gallon jugs. It keeps them out of the way, but readily available to load into the cooler as needed. Plus the racks have wheels so we can easily move them around if necessary as well.
And yeah, the paint job on and around there purely sucks.
That was back when I -tried- to have DC and her ‘meat of the week’ paint the family room for some much needed cash… and as you can see, they did a fucking suck-job of it… eventually I’ll go behind and fix it, but right now? Meh. I got a LOT more important things to unfuck around here.
Then dinner tonight? The Red Snapper again… Courtesy of J3’s generosity on taking me out on that trip… and MY luck in landing that big 17 pound sumbitch that we et on tonight:
That’s one big honkingly HUGE filet ain’t it tho? Marinated in a wee bit of pure lemon juice for 10 minutes:
Then I dredged it in the seasoning… which consisted of Salt Black Pepper Paprika Garlic Powder Onion Powder Aleppo Pepper Cayenne Pepper (just a wee dash) Italian Seasoning (slightly more than a dash, but more than a spot)
The other bowl is plain Panko mixed with 1/2 a cup of grated Parmesan cheese. I prepped two pans. One for the sear, and the other to bake/broil the fish in:
The baking pan I melted a full stick of salted butter. Then I melted 1/2 a stick in my LeCrueset cast iron.
I pan seared the fisjh in that 1/2 a stick of melted butter, and flipped it once. Each side I seared on HIGH heat for about 45-60 seconds:
THEN I layered a thin coating of the cheese and panko IN the butter, and laid the pieces of seared fish on top of the panko and cheese mix. Then I covered everything with the remaining panko/parm blend, and baked it for 12-14 minutes at 375.
It came out looking like this:
And served up like this:
OMFG good. Very rarely do I miss on a meal.
Even better knowing -I- had caught the damned thing too. Made it that much tastier IMO. J3 will probably comment and agree w/me.
Man am I full… This diet has been going well… the problem is my stomach has shrunk, so that meal? I’m as full as if I had ate a full grown moose… TOTALLY stuffed.
Thankfully NOT uncomfortable so however.
So tomorrow I’m hoping for better weather. It’s actually VERY cool here right now (73 degrees) but with 190% humidity… walking around outside feels like you’re almost swimming I swear…
IF the Weather Gods and Kami line up, I’m hoping for either vehicle repair time OR better yet, some trigger time as I have 5 weapons that need testing/firing, one of which is that Beretta and the Glock 21.
Plus ANY trigger time is a good time right?
OH! And Lord forgive me… I can’t remember if I shared this or not… Back when I went on the fishing trip, there was a minor ‘issue’ that came up…I won’t go into specifics, but yet again the Sheriff’s Office got a call to respond to Mi Casa again.
Now at this point, it’s getting to be like this:
Yep…. To the point that said-officer who showed up AFTER dealing witht he ‘business’ at hand, asked for a tour of the “Museum of Mayhem”…. and NO this was NOT an attempt to ‘gather evidence’… trust me… I know of what I speak… Not that I have anything even remotely illegal in the Casa… I’m clean as the Preacher Sheets and that’s no joke.
Nope… La Casa del Gran Campesino (House of the Big Country/Peasant… make of it what you will) is known for the “Museum of Mayhem” now. And in a positive way. I’ve had Local, County and in one case Federal officers by to talk/check/inspect and ALL have given me a clean bill of health so to speak… Hell. I’m known as “…that guy who builds flamethrowers!” by the County.
Sometimes a rep can be a good thing.
So, “The Current Unpleasantness” is why they’ve been by oh so many times. In this case however, the Watch Sergeant who showed up for the call wanted to see for himself. It was Sapper’s call, and he tends to be far more suspicious than I am. He told Sapper he’d heard a lot about the “Museum” and wanted to see it for himsself, and this was on a personal level, NOT in an official capacity (not as if that’d matter but anyways)
Since he (Sapper) thought it was cool and the cop was playing it straight so to speak, he gave him the nickel tour. He was pretty impressed from what Sapper told me. So much so, well… he ‘coined’ the house… as in went out to his truck, and came back in with these:
Hillsborough Sheriff Department coins! One for each of us! Or, I should say one for the house, and one for Sapper. I racked mine to the House Collection.
It’s a pretty cool design too IMO. It being in the shape of a weather service emblem for a Hurricane… neat!
For those of you who’re unfamiliar, Challenge Coins are an old military tradition… Per the Goolag AI:
Military challenge coins are tokens of recognition given for significant achievements, milestones, or service within a unit, symbolizing pride, camaraderie, and affiliation. They are often used in social traditions called “coin checks,” where a member presents their coin and challenges others to show theirs, with the expectation that the person without a coin will buy a round of drinks.
So it’skind of really cool that the ‘Museum of Mayhem’ has been ‘coined’… I think that’s about as close to “official recognition’ that we’re on the Cool Kid list or something.
I might have to actually start doing a full on website and 503c or something… Yes? No? No Idea. I just love collecting historically significant DotMil artifacts and the stories behind them.
And as far as my coins? I don’t have a lot…
A wide and varied selection… These are a few of my faves. To include The III Corps Command Sgt. Major’s coin, circa 1998 (front then back)
And then, the 5th Group Command Sgt. Major’s group coin from 1999, front and back as well:
I used some chalk to get my name to show… it’s otherwise so worn it’s hard to see the engraving. The CSM had that done for me while we were having some drinks in his office after he caught me and a fren doing some unauthorized shit… Maybe I’ll tell the story one day… I was actually a civilian at the time, which makes it that much more interesting and cool….
Anyways… the last coin is one I’m proud of… My Gray Man coin:
“What a long, strange trip it’s been!”
Indeed!
So that’s about it for tonight. Not sure if there’s going to be a poast tomorrow or not… I suppose it depends on the day’s events and whatnot.”
Greetings and Salutations! So I pulled the trigger and bought the tickets to Cali. It helped that MomUnit sent me a birthday check a wee bit early this year, but I’ll take it!
Forbidden Planet man!
And doing a bounce to the West Coast!?! THAT is what life is supposed to be like in your 50s.
‘Hatting up’ and going on an Adventure!
I mean that is one of my favorite things to do!
Just mounting up and head for ‘parts known or vaguely unknown’… I used to do it ALL the time on my way back from Iraq and Afghanistan… Leave a few days early, and head -somewhere- to decompress… maybe meet up with the Other Countries (Lil and Middle) and do something out of the norm… Germany for the most part, but one time Milan Italy where I actually went and had a Versace Leather jacket custom made to my frame… I still have it too…
And yeah it cost a brick of Cee-Notes But when you’re making $200k a year, a lil -splurge- now and again like that? Abso-lute-ly!!!
Sometimes you just gotta say “What the fuck…”
Like one time we hit Frankfurt am Main and went to the Red Light District… THAT in itself was a hilarious side-quest let me tell you. Middle and I didn’t partake but Lil? Let’s just say he went with his ‘base urges’ and rented not one, but two Nigerian whores for some short time… While he was doing that, Middle Country and I spent our time at one of the small bars they had set up on each floor, shooting the shit with two hawt Krainian Whores… one being a stunning blonde…
We didn’t partake ourselves in any ‘pleasures of the flesh’ so to speak, as we knew that Lil had a propensity for doing ‘stupid shit’ when he was plastered… And sure enough, the evening ended with us doing an exfil ASAP when things went pear shaped… no injuries were acquired (by us) but one of the Nigerians had a big ole bite mark on her left ass cheek that would have matched up remarkably well to Lil’s jawbone, had the Authorities actually caught us…
A well timed can of HC White was a HUGE assist in this instance… Flying in on MilAir had it’s bonuses in that we didn’t get tooo closely checked on our web gear when we left out of Iraq, and since I knew just how hard we tended to party back then, I had it with me in my leather jacket when we left the Hotel room…
Good Times, Good Times…
So yep. Got me the plane tickets, and now I’m looking to figure out where to doss for the two nights I’ll be there. One of you kind readers DM’d me (I’ll be emailing you later sir!) about a Marriot or some such… I might go that route but I am working on some Logistics about having a Bro meet me up from Oregon (Portland specifically) IF I can get ahold of him.
Lots of moving pieces-parts but that’s part of the fun!
Tonight I’m all caught up on some work, and in the AM weather permitting, I’m going to finish what I started a few weeks ago on the Boat… some touch up painting, and then minor fixes and ‘polishing’ so to speak…
As far as my activities tonight? Huh Fallout 3, New Vegas OR London? It’s definitely a Fallout sort of evening…
I downloaded and tried Cyberpunk 2077 but just cannot seem to get into it… maybe it’s the 30 minute long cutscenes and the 10 minutes of actual gameplay you know?
With Fallout?
I KNOW I can kill me some Baddies… especially some Fiends with the .50cal Anti-Material Rifle… if you have the “Bloody Mess” perk, they (the Fiend in question) detonate like someone lit a 105mm HE Cannon shell off up their ass…
Blood, guts and pieces parts scattered to the 4 compass points.
A Whole Load of Fun for the whole “Hard R” Family!
Greetings and Salutations! Whelp… this weekends plans went out the window… que sera sera, whatever will be, will be. No worries… I mean I live in Florida, so it’s not like I’m going to be down and out for days on the rivers and oceans due to ‘cold weather’…
It is a wee bit of a bummer, but hey… I got plenty of things around here to keep me busy. Which is what happened last night. Dinner was the healthy choice again:
Tuna sammiches with onion and celery, spiced with a pinch of Aleppo Pepper on Publix Mountain Bread. The mayo is a EEVO based flavor, so no seed oils or crap in it (theoretically).
Whilst prepping the chow, I realized that I hadn’t marked the cans in the pantry. This is a no go for that station, as ALL the chow in the 2x pantries are marked for time and clarity.
Month and year, and a letter “T” in case for whatever reason the label get ripped off. “C” for Chicken and y’all know the rest… dealer’s choice as to your preferences.
This way I can rotate the stock… not that the Tuna sticks around too long these days. We tend to eat a LOT of that on the current diet. The canned veggies and all the other ‘stuff’ get the same treatment, which is what I did last night instead of doing a blah-blah-blah w/you guys and gals.
The stuff that I noticed that has the shortest shelf life is of course, the tomato sauces/tomato based ‘stuff’ in general. It’s because of the acidity in the cans that causes it to go bad quicker… and like the Tuna, the tomater sauces don’t get to stick around too long due to regular consumption. It seems we go through a LOT of tomato sauces here…
Between chili and my ‘bottomless pot-o-sauce’ for the raviolis and sketties, I’d say it’s an exceptionally heavy amount we go through…
And I mean it’s something everyone should do if you’re stockpiling chow… especially canned goods. Insuring that your stockpiles are fresh and up-to-date is pretty important.
So that was last night… tonight? Well… like I said, I’m just sort of irritated. Got a case of the ass. I had to clean the comforter and sheets and all the bedding as the puppy had a minor ‘oopsie’ on the bed this AM… she managed to get into the bedroom, and woke me up… and I startled when I woke up… like jumped… which in turn made her go a lil bit of wee-wee on the bed… Just enough that warranted a “Hey… fuck it let’s wash everything” sort of moment…
Nothing too severe… just…. irritating….
And work at the People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, well… it actually goes well as a customer poasted a Goolag Review that I had gone ‘above and beyond’ which gives me a $100 bonus this pay period… I can’t be too upset with that right?
That’ll get me a Mickey D’s Large Extra Value Meal and about 10 gallons of gas, and a gallon of milk at current rates right?
Silver broke $50 today at 10am… first time for that ever and gold is on a rise too, closing at over $4k… Silver closed out at $49.43, but the metrics tell me that we’ll see a slide over the next week, depending on the oil situation, as well as some other socio-economic indicators…
I for one am watching the superconductor industry, which is a BIG part of silver’s gains as they need a shitpile of silver to make the Super C’s from my understanding.
And other than that, the Middle East? Why haven’t we just gassed that whole fucking A.O.? Sarin. Lots and LOTS of Sarin. Turn the place into a dead zone. Let the corpses rot away, then clear it up, and call it a day.
KILL ALL OF THEM… …and let <insert Deity of Choice> sort them out.
Be it the weird assed 110 Armed Street Shitter Elephant God or the Burrito Goblin’s Winged Serpent, the Blood Soaked People Eater Quetzalcoatl… even the Modern Born Again Christian Ted Nugent Looking Christ Figure… let he/she/it/them sort that shit out IF ONLY to grant the rest of us normal folks some peace and quiet right?
Truly I grow weary of some of the dumbassery I see on the regular. And If -I’m- tired of it, I can only imagine how other feel. Except NPCs Because fuck those people.
OH! I do have a giveaway to whomever is interested. I got 9 more 10-round AK Stripper Clips for reloading purposes. A neighbor hooked me up in trade with a few 30 round AK mags, and I ended up with the strippers after loading them.
They’re a wee bit dusty from sitting on the workbench, but still like new. Drop me a DM line to get them… first come, first serve. CountryOfBigness@proton.me I’ll box ’em up and get them out.
Then… let’s see… Oh Yes! Administrative Cuteness:
Found the lil guy on twitter in a Halloween Thread. THAT made me smile… Talk about teh cootness overload right?
Sometimes you need to smile.
Otherwise, I’m going to baikl as I’m doing an online webinare course tonight with Mike Shelby from Forward Observer on “Forming a Local Intel Cell” Link is https://forwardobserver.com/intel-cell-webinar/
Not sure if you can get in, and it’s already started… So far it’s pretty basic but I think a few of y’all are in the audience. Leastways I got a few folks who ‘shouted out’ to me as a known quantity.
Greetings and Salutations! So… good comments and a few things I’ll address here. One is Berglander’s stating “and about a hundred pounds of extra body fat.” and I gotta say, you’re wrong bro. I’m currently (per my primary care Doc) 40 pounds over what my nominal weight should be (275/280). And as far as gym time? Just because I don’t poast about it doesn’t mean I’m a complete slug.
As some have said, this blog has ‘eyes’ on it.
Not everything is out there for general consumption.
In fact TBH I feel better than I have in years. Outside of occasional stomach issues, I’m feeling great. The only recent issue is I did pinch the hell out of C-5/6 the other night (while sleeping I think) and now I’ve lost the majority of the feeling in my right hand. It happens occasionally. It’s not a biggie, as ever since the original injury waaaay back in the day, it’s an on again/off again ‘thing’ I have to deal with. Lord help me if I ever have a stroke come down on me as BOTH my arms ‘tingle’ damned near 24/7… so no early warning there. Nope… My best weight is about 280… Like I said, I need to drop another 40. Anything less that that and I actually look unhealthy.
Considering I was at 340 a few months ago, I’m doing rather well. The stomach issues seem to stem from that I don’t tolerate goyslop anymore… Ultra-Nasty Mcd’s and Boyger King crap? Yeah… that crap lays me low. Kind of a bummer as it is (despite the unhealthy aspects of it) a quick ‘choke and puke’ sort of thing when I’m on the bounce.
Alas… the days of crap-goyslop are long past.
And as far as going to California?
Well it’s been 30 years since my last trip out there. I went to San Francisco with the parental units, and we ‘did’ the Sonoma Valley Winery tour(s), which was utterly fascinating as one of the other fams that was with us (it was a multi-family group… about 12 of us all together) the head of the other household was the CEO of Victory Supermarkets back in New England.
Victory was/is the equivalent of Publix, or maybe DeMoulas… which refers to DeMoulas Super Markets, Inc., a Greek-American family that controls the Market Basket supermarket chain which were the direct competition to Victory.
Victory was bought out a number of years ago, by a Belgian food conglomerate, but at the time was still in whole owned by the family, the DiGeronimo Brothers that started it back in the early 20th century… The oldest son, the great-great? (Not sure… one or two in there) Grandson Jay (Arthur Jr.) was the head of the fam and the CEO of the Victory chain… an old school Italian family of grocers… and Jay’s Dad had built it up to a pretty damned big outfit by the time he’d retired… and then Jay and his brothers made it even bigger if you can believe it…
My connection to Jay is that Jay married one of DeadDad’s best/favorite students, who was like an older sister to me, hence our big family crew rolling west for the Chinese New Year in San Fran (back before it went to utter shytte) and hence Jay became an older brother to me… he was the guy who taught me how to throw and catch a baseball when I was a kid as DeadDad’s athleticism was barely there… no harm to him, he was an academic plain and simple… he even used to make jokes about his inability to “sports” LOL.
So, because Jay was the head honcho of what was about 20 liquor licenses in the People’s Socialist Republic of Taxachusetts, we had the proverbial Red Carpet rolled out for us, rather than the usual ‘tourista’ bullshit. When multi-million dollar contracts are on the line, you get the full on no bullshit Celebrity Royal Treatment…
Fascinating stuff… truly. Maybe I’ll go into it in another poast… I mean there was soooo much ‘stuff’ that went on… it’d take a full 4-5 pager to write about it, it was that involved.
Anyways, Even with ‘current day’ “stuff” I’m not sweating going out there. Yeah… it -is- a bit far from the Home Base. And yeah, I’d be (for the most part) unarmed, but that only makes it that much more fun! I mean when I hit the streets of Baghdad back at the end of 03/beginning of 04, I was initially unarmed as well… Until I wasn’t. and stayed wasn’tif you will LOL.
At least here being stateside I speak the lingo, whereas in Baghdad, it took me quite a while to learn even the most basic of Iraqi-Arabic… most of which unfortunately has faded with time.
That being said, I’m sure that if shit goes that far gone if I do in fact decide to make the trip, I mean whatever man, we’re ALL toast at that point amiright?
Which brings me to another point:
Why deny yourself some fun or a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because -something bad might happen-!!!!
I mean For Fuck’s Sakes!
Literally that is IMO, the very definition of letting them win.
IF I have the financial wherewithal to swing a flight ($256 when last I checked) and a hotel for 2x nights ($120 a night for what by all reports is a nice place within walking distance to the theater) then hey!
Why the fuck not!?!
I, for one, have sacrificed too fucking much over the past 30 or so years for other people. As JimmyPX said “…burn(ing sic.) your vacation playing HVAC repair man” (most recently) and ALL the ‘other things’ I’ve done…
Truthfully, I think the LAST one and true time I’ve had someone else do something or had someone do something FOR ME was when G got a really nice hotel room at a very nice resort in Sarasota as DC was living here, and about to give me a stroke. I was bout to kill her ass (DC that is), and G knew I was minutes away from going “Full Vesuvius.” So she paid with her cash and took me to a nice place to decompress me, rather than me killing everyone.
I’ll never deny when she did her occasional thing for me… <Le Sigh> All for naught I suppose…..
And that was how many years ago?
Yeeeeeah. So NOW I’m looking for some fun, some adventure. Some me me me me me time.
And a trip to Cali?
Hey… maybe a big fucking earthquake’ll happen, and I get to have a whole ‘nother type of adventure. Stranger things have happened Aye? I mean I see tfA-t’s POV and as a fellow Rakk, I dig it… but I also know carpe diem is a reality, and IF I have to cash in, better I do it knowing that I did at least get to do this one crazy-off-the-wall stupid thing.
True story: I had an opportunity to see Tom Petty in May of 2017. A guy I worked w/had tickets and offered them up to me. However, I was in the middle of divorce #1, and money was tight-tight, so I passed. It was his 40th Anniversary Tour in 2017. That would have been in May. The Amelie Arena show in downtown Tampa.
In October, the poor fucker had died.
So yeah, no regerts, but still… especially with something like this. Never mind the whole “I got to see this in it’s original format!!!!” thing… Bragging Rights and all that… I mean it is “Forbidden Planet” and Robby the Robot… the original prop is going to be there hosting… no idea who they have doing the voice, but when you have an Emcee like that? Oh Hell yeah!!!
Jes’ Sayin’
I’ll leave it with this:
“Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. There are a great number of ancients, too, who died on the road. I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind – filled with a strong desire to wander.” ― Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
And yeah, that about sums it up. And yeah, I’ve been studying Bashō again. It’s like a balm for my soul. He just resonates with me…
Anyways…
Now… other than the personal shytte…
More bullshit flying around the net… so much as to leave one wondering if we’re coming, or going. The Izzies are absolutely not responsible for killing Charlie Kirk, despite the scads of evidence both real and circumstantial… the very fact the kid in text messages shows that he was absolutely worried about the whole “no longer being bought” by the Izzies and no longer being willing to be a propogandist for them…
As the Mexican cartels say “plata o plomo” which is a way of saying “take the silver or take the bullets(sic)” (lead). And just like the Cartels, it’s readily apparent to damned near everyone, that ONCE you take the silver, you best stay ‘bought’ or, like Charlie, you’re going to get the lead, one way or another.
And considering that Nutjobyahoo is s-l-o-w-l-y getting pushed into a corner? I mean most people in the US don’t realize or understand that that scumbag was looking at a LOOOONG prison sentence for blatant and obvious corruption (with the Izzies, is there any other type actually?) and -suddenly- the October 7th attack happened, which just so happened to allow ole Benyamin (temporarily) off the hook for his crimes, “…until the current crisis is resolved” which means it’s going to be, (much like the ‘Krain) War! War! War! 24-7-365 as there’s no way, outside of a lucky sniper or atomic weapon attack that ole Nutjobyahoo is going to release the reins of power…
How fortunate. For him.
The Palestinians? Notsomucho.
“When Elephants Fight, The Grass Suffers” That’s an old saying in Kenya apparently. It’s true however.
And Lord Knows when this stupidity is going to stop. So that’s about it for this evening. For those of you who want to get ahold of me via DM, the new Email is CountryOfBigness@proton.me
Hit me up directly if’n you need to. The old email is still operational as well for those who have it.
Greetings and Salutations! Not much going on out there… Outside of outright treason and rebellion going on in Portland Oregon and now what appears to be Chicongo…
Personally, if I were OrangeManBad?
I mean they’ve already accused him of being worse than Hitler right? And you can be damned sure they’re not going to slow down, but keep acting like fucktards, only being encouraged and emboldened to keep up acting this way right?
I say since they’ve declared Antifa and Trantifa to be terrorist organizations? Well, let me tell you who else was declared a terrorist organization: ISIS and AIQ. AIQ if you remember was Al-Quaeda in Iraq… and we shot them fuzzy-wuzzie sandniggers on sight.
Be a military age man bearing an AK or what have you? In public when it’s already been stated that no, this is an illegal gathering? Fuck it.
Shoot the fuckers on sight. Rioting while wearing All Black ‘paramilitary’ clothing and masked up? Gun the fuckers down. No more Mister Nice Guy… Live ammo for everyone. Belt Feds for the National Guard and arrest ALL the local cops, police , mayors and governers for insurrection. Thenexecute them as well. Mail the cremains home afterwards. Send a lil cardboard box home to mumsie and daddums with a letter stating “Mabye you should have raised them better!”
Better yet, offer up a bounty. Paid on Proof of Death. Severed Heads preferably. Let us old mean and generally pissed off Gen X’ers like myself vent a little anger and hate on these spoiled little fucksticks.
They’ll piss themselves so hard they’d die of dehydration and fear. And it’d serve them right. It’s time to take the gloves off, and start harvesting heads. LITERALLY. Mount them outside the ice facility on spikes… any bets if they’d ever protest anything ever again?
Yeah, me either. I don’t do sucker bets. Otherwise…
Might be doing me another mini-vay-kay this coming weekend. I might be taking another boat trip to see about ‘dropping some lines’ as J3 calls it… this time by my lonesome. Just some ‘me time’…
No Phone No Blog No News Sounds nice donnit?
And in November, I’ve got a hankering to head out to California.
There’s a movie playing out there on a Saturday Night in Santa Ana, and the plane ticket is actually only like $250 round trip, leaving out on a Friday night, and coming back on a Sunday/oh-dark early Monday. It’s a one-time showing of a Classic Sci-Fi movie, fully restored and playing at an Art-Haus Theater…. Sort of a ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity…
It’s the 1956 movie “Forbidden Planet” starring Leslie Neilson and Robby the Robot. A fully remastered and restored 35mm Film on the big screen! How cool is that!?! It’s one of my favorite classic Sci-Fi flicks, and this’s like a once in a lifetime thing, so I think I may just have to do it…
So that’s the plan so far… Staying busy, trying to have some fun, and doing MY THING for ME. I mean I deserve a bit of ‘me time’ which is something I think I haven’t done in 20-30 plus years… and doing a weekend bounce-trip to the ‘shaky side’ (as DeadDad used to call earthquake prone California) to see a once in a lifetime movie on a trip like that?
Hells to the Yes!
So am I nuts? Or do y’all think it sounds cool? Let me know in the comments! More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! This’s becoming a Queen song I swear man…
Hegseth fired yesterday/todayNavy Chief of Staff Jon Harrison because Harrison, an unusually powerful aide, reassigned staff meant to support newly confirmed Navy undersecretary Hung Cao, undermining Cao’s role and consolidating control.
All I can say is “Who’s next?” at this point
Dropping like fucking flies man… Just a quick one tonight… And as you may have noticed, I added the Spot Gold and Silver Monitor to the side… Just for casual observation donchaknow?
Greetings and Salutations! Chung Mee: “Opium is my business. The bridge mean more traffic. More traffic mean more business. More business mean money. More money mean more power.”
Lawrence Bourne III: “Yeah, well, before I commit any of that to memory, would there be anything in this for me?”
Chung Mee: “Speed is important in business. Time is money.”
Lawrence Bourne III: “You said opium was money.”
Chung Mee: “Money is Money.”
Lawrence Bourne III: “Well then, what is time again? Tom Hanks ‘Volunteers’
Always loved that movie… Yeah, as said in the comments, so much ‘stuff’ going on out there these days the information overload is in the beyond Red Zone. A positively OVERWHELMING amount of ‘stuff’. Between the whole Kirk fiasco and then the out-of-left-field Marine(s) shooting up two different locations, BOTH with casualties… I think the one in North Carolina was 3 KIA and the Mormon Church ended up with 4? KIA?
THAT particular one… VERY Odd that one… Literally a guy who the Leftard Media practically salivate over. Veteran w/PTSD? Check AR Style Rifle used? Check Trump Supporter? Check Voated Repugnican? Check (last I heard that is)
I mean this guy is exactly what those fucking jackals in the Enemedia pray for. And yet….
The silence is deafening.
Things that make you go Hmmmn…. Makes you wonder if -someone- waaay on high told them to ‘pump the brakes’ on this particular story. The Jarhead in North Carolina, while his exact motive hasn’t been released, his past history is fraught with cray-cray lawsuits and whatnot, so he’s a nutjob IMO.
The guy who ‘did’ the church? An uber-anti-Mormon extremist from my understanding. Fell hard for some ultra-hardcore Devout Mormon, and when he didn’t conform (like getting his ink removed) she flat out shitcanned his ass… and he blamed the Church and it’s Elders.
Otherwise… And onto the next episode…. Seems we have another Perfumed Prince from the Potomac who called it quits:
Seems the above-mentioned Gen’rul Fenton, the (now-former) SOCOM Commander called it a day.
When I told Sapper this, he was a wee bit perplexed “Wouldn’t the head of SOCOM be like a fire-breather/blood drinker?” I too, was a wee bit curious, so I looked at his Wiki:
Hmmmn Yannow what I don’t see in what would appear to be a heavy award-ribbon and achievement rack?
NO C.I.B. Which for you civvies is the Combat Infantryman’s Badge. He’s got the E.I.B. That’s the Expert Infantryman’s Badge at the top. -I- have an E.I.B. Never earned the C.I.B. No shame in my game… Dis fukkin’ guy however?
To be the head of ALL SPecial Operations worldwide??? And not have a C.I.B.??? Uh…. yeah. Add on his ONLY commands listed are United States Special Operations Command, Joint Special Operations Command, the then Special Operations Command Pacific? Yep… a Perfumed Prince for certain.
NOT a trigger puller. I mean FFS his degree is from Notre Dame and in Business Administration. Even his ribbon rack positively screams “Palace Pogue”… The Defense Distinguished Service Medal, the Defense Superior Service Medal, and 2x Legion of Merit? Those are given out to field grade occifers who don’t shit on the floor or catch the clap for two consecutive years (or so I was told by my friend the Major). And the three Bronze Stars?
Yeeeeeeeeah… I watched an ENTIRE company of Rear Echelon Motherfuckers on Camp Victory ALL get awarded the Bronze Star one day in 2004… ALL of them were clerks and jerks… Pogues who never went outside the wire but got the Bronzie for “being under fire” while my boys from 2/8CAV who were kicking doors nightly in Sadr City could get an award to save their asses….
Good Fucking Riddance. All I have to say is NEXT!
ANd on that note… things are good right now… went at J3’s urging and got de-hobo’d so to speak… The hair and beard were getting a wee bit out of control, so a cleanup was in order:
I’ve looked worse… The scale also tells me I’m down 15 pounds… so I got that going for me as well…
