Author: BigCountryExpat

Greetings and Salutations!
Well, we made it.
Now as a Quick FYI:
This is primarily to discuss my mistakes or holes in my preps, as opposed to the nuts and bolts of other things… how I laid out my gear, where I laid it out… practical stuff that’ll vary person-to-person. I’m also going to go over some societal observations as well. SO here we go…

The storm itself:
T’was a wee bit hairy when the water at 0130 was allll the way up the driveway. That was one thing Sapper and I debated on, was if we needed to go and get the sandbags the County offered up. We decided against it, and almost paid for it when the surge from the Alafia crested to a record setting high.

Said-aforementioned high water mark is approximately seen via the red line on the neighbor’s yard who had evvac’d and hasn’t started cleanup yet:

LOTS of smol branches and limbs down in our A.O….

Turns out the surge was just that, a major surge that Thanks be to God and anyone Else identifying as the Head MF’r in Charge of the Universe, it receeded rather quickly. I went out and caught THIS on film. It’s almost 4 minutes long, and disjoined as I wasn’t trying for anything other than to get a feel and look-see at qwhat was going on. My fon was in a dive-bag, which proved it’s worth again:

Yeah, the wind was bad
At one point I -almost- got blown off my feet… the news said at that time, we were getting hit with 90mph gusts, and I can well believe it.

Now after?
MY yard? While I did the ‘sleep thing’ Sapper handled the daytime cleanup. The delegation was that I could pull night security as my training on it is far more in depth, and my experience is better than his, and he’d handle puppy patrol and yard cleanup.

The Security Situation was for the most part was nominal.
Call it Yellow or a 4 out of 5, with 5 being Green and 1 being Red/Lock and Load, Safeties off.

Not much on the looting of individual houses that I heard of, except for some who lost their generators to nighttime “Genny-Bandits”. Most of this news came via my lil Grundig Survival Radio that was another ‘fell off the truck/out of the connex’ item from Iraq:

It Purely Shocked the Hell out of me how few of my neighbors had a basic battery powered radio! This one is battery (3xAAs) or has the hand crank which works as well. AM/FM/Shortwave 1/2. The morning after while doing the Oh-Dark-Early Battle Damage Assessment, I mentioned how the Ray’s Stadium got wrecked…

They didn’t have a radio, so no one knew about it…

Seeing that I have only one, I’m going to look into getting a few more. Which leads me into:

Observation #1: NO ONE apparently has ‘OldTech’ like that outside of their car radio. Having the ability to get a news feed like I did was very helpful.

Day 2: Initially, my first meetups with the neighbors were all my fellow Combat Vet Retirees who were doing the same thing I was, which was an armed stroll and recon of the neighborhood, and figuring out that damage(s) if any. The rear-neighbor (across the pond) a Master Sergeant, was pulling some epically large branches off his property, and dragging them to a common area so the HOA would have to deal with them.

Because fuck them, that’s why.

I slung my rifle, busted out my medium work gloves, and assisted with the dragging. And yes, I had my rifle, as well as a sidearm in my lo-ride ‘cowboy’ rig.

“Better to have, than to need”

The uniform for the day (night?) was wearing my Construction Helmet rather than my combat cover… Long Multicam Pants, a “Crusader Logo” T-Shirt, Waterproof (in theory) contractor Merrick low quarters, and my helmet. Plus gloves as to-be-critically-mentioned… truthfully if the wind wasn’t so much and shit flying around, a bathing suit would have been better…

It was Hot, Heavy Work at 0530 when we’re both pushing 60+

We got it done…
We also, are getting too old for this shit…
The MSgt Wholeheartedly Agreed with this sentiment.

Observation #2: Gloves. Have at least 3-4 pairs. And make sure they’re all multi use OR have designated “heavy Use” (i.e. thick leather/reinforced) “medium use” and some thinner skin protectors which you can shoot in. I have a bunch of different ones, with my heaviest being Concertina Wire Handling Metal Reinforced Palm” gloves for, of course, laying Concertina Wire.
Make sure you have a shitpot worth of Glove.

After we got done, he said he hadn’t seen me coming up the street. He only knew I was there when I gave away my position and hollered out to him, asking if I was clear to approach. I told him that I was in my ‘stealth mode’ and pointed to my NVG retracted on my rhino mount. He hadn’t noticed it in the dark-dark, and let me tell you, this was some pitch black dark…

His eyes got real wide.
The MSgt was most impressed with my NVG. And yes, more ‘back of the truck’ equipment, this time from Affy. I swear I have a Hemmit worth of gear that the Army just couldn’t seem to keep track of Aye? It’s only a Gen2+ but at the time THAT was the best-of-the-best, and is still pristine. When the MSgt got out/retired, the PVS-7B was the new kid on the block, and my Gen2+ 14 was like VooDoo Magic to him.

We did some stargazing and saw some satellites and such as it was that fucking dark and the image intensifier was picking up all the cool stuff in the sky. No light pollution…

Let me tell you, lining up the cell phone camera to get that shot was a pain… It does remind me of a NVG-007 James Bond Opening Shot though… kind of cool IMO…

Observation #3: Night Vision, even if it’s crappy Digital Night Vision, is better than no night vision. It made my life a lot simpler to be able to see, without necessarily giving my position away as so many others were doing with plain white-light. There are some things I utterly, no matter how badly broke I am, that I will not give up, as it’s critical emergency gear. I gave up my first PVS-14 when I got hit with Lung Cancer back in the day, and the X told me to get rid of it for the $$$ and I (stupidly) did… let me tell you, replacing it was a pain in the Ass in Affy, but I managed to.

Now that I’m cut off from those resources?
“Cold Dead Fingers” come leaping to mind.
Even Gretchen knows the score on that ‘un.

So after the two of us doing a full circuit of the A.O., we went to our respective houses and I in my case crashed out. Sapper took over, and I got about 9 hours of solid ZZZs. Sapper got a LOT of the yard done, but there’s still some and probably will be in the coming weeks or so.

Now
Observation #4: There is no such thing as having too many batteries. In our case it was C Cells and AAAs. I used to have a goodly amount of AAAs, but over time, they got depleted. Since it was mostly for the Fire Stick remotes and TV remotes, I didn’t prioritize them.

You know what else uses the AAAs?

Like ALL of my Headlamps.

We made it through on what we had, but it was a near-thing. The C Cells were because one of you Awesome Folks donated me a pair of Pelican Flashlights, one of which was perfect for this, in that it is a handheld Dive Light.
HOWEVER
It/they take(s) C Batteries.
ONLY because I tend to think outside of the box did I realize the Redhead has a BUNCH of toys that use C Cells. Those I raided , so I had three ‘sets’ to use in the flashlights. After that I would have been screwed. C Cells tend to be the redheaded stepchild of batteries, so a lot of folks don’t have them immediately on hand. Around here, that’ll be a change, with rechargeables being the way to go.

As we went along, we commiserated with the neighbors, and I kept a watch on the radio, as well as maintained the Genny. The Genny developed another potentially critical failure, and that was dry-rot of the gas tank and/or seals. Not sure as I had it running, and I didn’t want to monkey with it, in that if it went down, we would have been screwed.

The normal shaking caused some cracking…visible cracking and worse, leaks. Not BIG leaks but steady drip-drip-drips that meant we’d have larger issues if I didn’t Obamarig something. I ended up using two emergency measures. One was a hot-glue gun.

I disconnected the power, but had to leave it running to get the glue gun up and running. TBH, I actually at first, shut the Genny ‘off’ and plugged the gun into the outside socket…

CogDis anyone?
Not the first either. For the first 24 hours of the blackout, I kept trying to turn on the light in the bathroom, and then call myself a dumbass when I realized it. I recognized my own stoopid, and restarted the Genny, then proceeded to ‘build up’ the glue. It wouldn’t stick to an ‘active leak’… even when I wiped it down quickly, so I ended up doing a ‘gradual build up’ with the glue, which worked except in the worst part.

The really active leak, I used a JB Weld clay-epoxy putty.

THAT worked like a charm.

It ain’t pretty, but it hasn’t leaked and now it’s a moot point.

Observation #5: Make sure you have multiple means of patching/securing things. Be it Superglue, Superglue Gel, a Hot Gun Gun with a PILE or reloads, JB Weld, in ALL ‘flavors’ and Duct Tape. Gorilla Glue, both slow and fast setting. ALL the glues. There can never be enough. Thankfully, I have all the Duct Tape Flavors you can think of. Same goes for Zip ties which are extraordinarily handy, in that I was able to secure the door to the Lanai when the latch broke due to the wind. ALL lengths sizes and shapes, to include wire-center unbreakable ones, which are also good for emergency prisoner restraints IF you are so inclined to take prisoners…

Myself? I have a bag of ASP Zip Cuffs.
Not that I’m personally inclined to take prisoners these days.
FA-FO IMO TBH.

THAT needs to be a T-Shirt with Phil from BustedKnuckles flipping off the camera as the pic in all his Fuzzy Bearded Glory…

But yeah, make sure you have a buttload of emergency patch material of various types. The more, the better.

After fixing the Genny (again!) it was dinner time.

I decided to bust out the pizza dough I made right before the storm hit. Before the storm hit, I ran the bread machine, using the new recipe, and then once it had cooled and stopped rising, I had tossed it into the fridge. A couple of y’all had recommended this as ‘tempering’ the dough, and to do it anyways, storm or no storm. And yep. I agree. It made for some killer ‘Apocalypse Pizza’ again:

…and do not give me any crap about the beer.
Beer is Beer under these circumstances.
Slow Golf Clap to y’all who have the ability to maintain your froo-froo tastes in the face of the worst disaster to hit Tampa in like 100+ years… In this case, it was cold, tasty and more importantly available.

Which leads me to
Observation #6: CASH IS KING.
Period F’n dot.
End of story.
I was fortunate enough to find a Bank of America which had ONE operational ATM with cash in it riiiiight before the storm hit. It in truth shocked me outta my socks. The three walk up ATMs, which I tried first, were out. Then I tried the two drive thru ATMs, the first of which was also out of action. ATM #2 (Drive Thru) out of a total of Five, still had cash in it!!!

A Blessing from Jesus methinks.
And no, I’m being serious.
Occasionally I get minor miracle level stuff like that happening, and I’m for-sure not going to knock it, nor mock it… just saying a Lil Thanks to the Big Jumpmaster for having a wee bit of mercy on my unworthy ass…

I pulled $200 out of the mortgage fund to make sure I had something on hand. And sure as things were, EVERYTHING around here went to “Cash Only”… Even if they had power, the ‘net for the credit card machines, outside of some of the BIG Corporate Places like Publix and CVS are still down and inoperative…

Observation #7: Expect EVERYTHING to be “Cash Only”

Having the cash helped in getting a few more AAAs. No Cs to be found anywhere mind you. Whilst oot-and aboot, we also managed to get a boyger today, cash only at a local bar/eatery called Kazbors. The place has been there forever and a day, and almost got taken out by the BIG Oak that –was– in the corner of the parking lot:

If it had fallen at an angle?
Thta -was- a (I’m guessing) a 40-50 foot Oak…
IF it had hit?
Bubba-Qs (which is a pretty good local-ish chain of BBQ) as well as Kazbors would have been slammed. Bubbas was still closed, and their sign as you can see is gone. Kazbor’s was open. They had an uber-limited menu, cash only, but since I had no urge to do any cooking, we hit them up as I’m still pretty spent from being the Night-Guy.

I had 2x Cheeboygers, fries and an Ice Cold Beer (as seen) which came out to… call it $20 w/tip. And yep. Supply/Demand. A bit pricey, but this was a poast-storm Splurge. No condiments available outside of Ketchup and Moo-Tard. No onions/lettuce etc.

The fries BTW were perfection. Inedible due to the heat to begin with (that fresh) and sliiiightly overcooked to give them some ‘crunch’ 10-10, would do again. The girl at the bar was a mad flirt too… no idea why, but what the Hell, I’ll take it.

Observation #8: Have a spare Cell Phone or 4. When we got home, I noticed my phone had ‘run down’ battery-wise. Now I’m lucky in that my charger and phone have some super-fast charging tech. This brought to mind the fact that when I thought the Genny was DOA, what I did (also when I found out the chineseum backup phone charging battery pack was also fucking DOA) I grabbed out two of Gretchen and my own older phones, and charged THEM up.

IF we ran into a situation where we couldn’t charge the current phone, we could ostensibly pull the chip out of the primary, and stuff it in the secondary, and wash, rinse repeat until we DID get the ability to recharge. The recharging issue is now going to be remedied, provided the spare $$$ are available.

That on top of a new Genny Fuel tank and a LOT of AAAs and Cs to be added to the stockpile(s). Pretty much everything else was/is a lock so to speak.

Observation #9: Have an “Octopus Charging Cable”

A VERY USEFUL tool.
On home-power, you can charge a LOT of gear simultaneously.
On Genny Power, you have to watch the load, but still, it charges a LOT of gear all at once. There’s USB-C, OLD USB, both new and old Apple chargers… I think it’s a total of 10 cables with 2x USB-C duplicates and USB Micro-B. This are the most common. Get at least 2x for your shit.

Observation #10: One is None, Two is True, Three is Better Than Two. To Repeat for the deaf fuckers in the back:

One is None
Two is True
Three is Better Than Two

I’ll leave it at that.
Pretty straightforward.
Learn it, Live it.

We also got a look-see around the Area of Operations, specifically down at the curve at the lowest point on the Alafia which is where we got the surge from that hit my street:

That red peak of a roof on the left?
That’s where a double “Fuck You Money” niiice set of boats were in elevator cradles… And yepper, the bloats were there riiiight before the storm hit as I drove by and saw ’em both.

Last Stop: Davey Jones’s Locker
All off.
Indeed.

So, I think, for now that wraps me up on this round of Observations. I’m not going to go into my own ‘stuff’ because like I said in the beginning, the majority of “preps” for the individual vary person-to-person. The “How I did this/that” stuff…

In my case it’s that I kept the rifle IMMEDIATELY next to the bed, locked and loaded, safety ON, muzzle down, so IF I needed to grab it, it was a natural thing to snatch it via the pistol grip. I kept a weapon either ON me at all times or within an arms reach AT ALL TIMES as well.

The biggest thing was being able to put up with the -calm-

It’s been a looooong minute since things around here were that quiet. Even the cats and doggos knew shit was funky, and kept insanely chilled. The quiet…

Mind you I’m NOT complaining…
It was just or I should say it’s been sooooo long since I’ve had it that quiet up and around the Casa. I for one did NOT mind it. In fact I started a new book, which for me is hard in that I have very specific tastes and finding one IN PRINT is tough.

This was one of Gretchens picks that she bought a ways back. She doesn’t ‘do’ the Kindle or reading on her phone and the like… so in this case I got to hit her ‘hard’ paper-edition of “CHAOS: Charles Manson, the CIA, and the SECRET HISTORY of The Sixties”

Four chapters in, and I got no complaints.

So I’ll be getting back to it now.
Comments, Cares and or Concerns? The Tactical Hermit asked me via DM on my text thread if I needed anything, to which I told him:”
“Send me all the Naked Blonde Hookers and Blow you have!”

I hope he takes that as a Challenge.
So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Not sure just what or how we’re getting hit, in only that we most certainly are getting ready to get fucking kicked in the head a few times.

The storm is about 100 miles off the coast and headed straight for me… As I said on Gab and a couple of other places I’m getting a wee bit tired of this, and since this one seems bound and determined to come right for me, I’m taking it sort of personally.

The Genny is good, thanks to all and sundry advice. If I need it, it’s there. All batteries have been recharged, to include the one for the Ryobi Water pump that we use to clean the pool with. I had forgotten about that useful gizmo, but no more.

All the flashlights are rigged up, with the only issue I have is I didn’t realize the ‘preps’ were down so low for the AAA batteries. I got a TON of all the other flavors, to include rechargeables except the AAAs as the cost of rechargeable AAA is beyond prohibitive. I’ll remedy that post-storm for the future.

All the ‘other’ Post-Party Gear is -I think- ready, with the exception of swapping out the stock on the M-1A. It’s dressed for ‘show’ right now, as opposed to the combat stock. Depending on circumstances, I’ll trade out and re-zero via laser if necessary.

One unfixable negative is Sapper’s weapon light blew a bulb. It’s a Surefire, which like oh-so-many things of DotMil origin around here, was a bring-back from Iraq. The good news however is that Surefire has a lifetime repair/replace warranty, so post-whatever I’ll do an RMA and more than likely get a brand new or refurbished one, as this one? They haven’t made this model in YEARS!

So odds are is I’ll be getting a newer refurbed model
I’m comfortable like that.
I broke one of the other Surefires for him to use in the meantime. It doesn’t have IR capability, but he’ll be good.

Remember:

One is None, Two is True, and Three is Better Than Two.

Another thing that can serve you in good staid under this sort of ‘stuff’ is I also busted out a couple of Gretchen and mine older-but-still-work Cell Phones.

Not sure if it’s my innate Ferengi or what but I generally don’t throw stuff like that away.

A quick aside: What utterly kills me about the character Quark is he’s played by Armin Shimerman, a member of the tribe, who’s literally playing the role of a money-grubbing, loan sharking, crooked assed “Space Hebe”… that being said, according to all reports, the actor himself is an awesome dude, doing appearances for kids in costume like Johnny Depp…

Not bad but oops!
I noticed!!!!

So the extra cellies:
They all are getting a full charge each, as IF on the ‘off chance’ that I end up fucked like Chuck without any ability to recharge OR there “just isn’t time” to do it, I have now 2x spare phones ready that I can swap out the chip from the primary to the secondary, and worse comes to worse to the tertiary as needed. That’s about 12 hours per phone.

They’re going into a smol pelican case… one of the itty-bitty phone sized ones juuuust in case so to speak. IF this’s as bad as they claiming via the televised Doomporn, I want them waterproofed.

Looking out the window R/N the wind is finally picking up to where I can hear it. Not too loud yet but it’s just beginning.

OK… I’m back
Just did a deep cleaning of Ye Olde Carcass and De-Hobo’d myself. The beard was getting very Travis Kelce level, so since I loath him and his ‘theoretical’ G/F I got back down to the proper level of beardness.

And I also did a good cook-up for dinner

It’s ugly but oh so fucking good
It’s my Home-Made French toast with the Pig on the side.
The recibee for those who want to know, is as follows:

2x Slices of Publix Mountain Bread from the middle of the loaf: I dry them out for about 3-4 hours or until they’re dry instead of soft. When you pick the slice up, it should be stiff and board-like.

The Egg Mix: Heavy Whipping Cream, about 3/4 of a cup per slice. Then, 2x eggs per slice. Blend but don’t overblend as you do not want the cream to get whipped. Then 1 teaspoon of Vanilla (the good stuff) per slice, a dash of nutmeg, and about 1-2 teaspoons of good powdered cinnamon per slice. Blend it all up.

Then set the burner to #4 (out of 10 on my stove) and drop a BIG dollop of butter in it. Once melted, spread the butter around evenly, and cook 2-3 minutes per side. I also have a cinnamon and sugar dispenser for the Gran as she likes it on her toast occasionally… (what’s not to like? “Have some sugar on your toast kid!” ) and I dust both sides liberally with it while it’s cooking.

The reason mine is so sloppy is because I do the ‘waste not/want not’ and dump the remaining egg and cream mix in as well. Which makes a nice pile o’scrambled eggs on top of everything else…

To say I’m full is an under-fuckin’-statement.

The only other thing I’ll point out is that one of you Kool Kids donated me a bunch of Pelican ‘stuff’… in the box along with some other things was/were? 3x older-ish but new (new old stock) flashlights. The problem was that 2 of them are “C” Cell batteries, and I don’t have really anything on hand that uses those regularly, so nope, “I’ll get them later!”

Later came the other day and “C” Cells? They’re like ALL the other batteries in this timeframe of “Teh Hurricane Panic” which to say is unobtanium.

Dunno why, but about an hour ago, something ‘clicked’ in the Brain Housing Unit, and I went and checked some of the Redhead’s toys. Sure as hell, there were “C” Cells alllll up in there, damned near brand new. A quick extraction and reinstall, and now I have two more large flashlights on hand to be scattered with all the -other- illumination devices currently spread around…

Keep stuff like that in mind if you find yourself needing something in an emergency or interim right?

SO, like I said, the wind is kicking up…so is the rain… according to intel, the storm is now a Cat-3. Again, I’m comfortable like that. It’s now the next 6 hours that are the critical time… EVERYTHING is going to happen or not in that timeframe, so… it is what it is…
Wish me luck!
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
NOT a FedPost.
Not by far.
I wouldn’t encourage any sort of violence against our Benevolent Overlords and Betters…. those who wish to Guide Us via Their Eminence and Magnanimous Intellect and Experience…
HOWEVER

…and yeah, using the “Watchmen” version of this vidya is crazy appropriate as our current world isn’t too far off from the insanity of that particular Universe so to speak…

And yeah, I’m the fucking Comedian in that Flick…
Jes’ Sayin’

Watching it to the end, it brings to mind per The Master, Robert Heinlein’s “The Space Patrol” and its motto in Latin:

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Who in fact, these days does “watch” the “watchers”

No o ne as far as I can God-Damned see.
No one in any way, shape or form.

The bint in charge of FEMA (for now), one Deanne Criswell has been making statements about how people are mean and yucky, and that it’s making the people and STASI agents who work for her ‘uncomfortable’

“Criticism = Danger”

Only a Childless, Wine-Soaked Cat Lady who’s never suffered a single day of discomfort in the entirety of her worthless skin-bag life could come up with something so vain, so puerile, so obnoxious… Link to the fucking mindblowing cluelessness is HERE

It’s already getting waaaay worse:

I honestly don't know anymore.
Context:
I live in Western NC. The current government has gone rogue. The State Patrol had to step in to make FEMA keep feeding people. There are people dying. They are lying and hiding it. They are threatening to arrest people bringing aid. They… pic.twitter.com/keTxNcOgYu

— Skylar Gwynn (@SkylarGwynn) October 4, 2024

The TL;DR:

Yeah.
As stated before by almost EVERYONE I link to on the sidebar:

No One Is Coming To Save You
EVER

ESPECIALLY from THIS particular variant of the Federal DotGov and it’s Corrupt Minions
Jes’ Sayin’

Self Extraction is the only option all we have left.

Case in point:
Sapper and Me.
We’re digging in and hunkering. It’s been a loooong couple of days too what with getting my hours in on the clock for work while also juggling preps. It’s been a bitch in some cases…

That dot marker on the ‘F’ in FishHawk is my house exactly when you drill allll the way down on the map… That’s the ‘projected path’ which means I’m getting my teeth kicked in metaphorically speaking.

Part of todays mission was picking up my meds from the VA. I got a call yesterday informing me my every-three-month Carcass Inspection on Thursday was cancelled and to call and reschedule. I brought up to the Nurse that it’d be smarter to fill my regular shit now as opposed to later, as who knows what’s coming or going here? A month w/out my meds?

Yeeeeah… I can’t have that going on… I means I won’t die if I miss out on them, but the docs get shitty if I don’t get them or fill the scripts. To the point I fill shit I don’t necessarily need, but have endless refills of. Let me know if any of y’all need any B-12 ok? So, the doc filled all my scripts, which meant Sapper and I went to get them.  They were ready last night but I-75N was a parking lot

We waited until 10am as I figured we’d ‘squeeze in between’ the early-early Evacuees and the ‘Nooner’ folks, i.e. the people wh were Evaccing, but didn’t want to get caught in the normal Morning Commute people as well as the Early Morning “Raun Away! Run Away!” folks

Not that I blame them of course… this’s going to purely suck

Moving on…
Gas stations are out of gas -everywhere- (we’re good here) but my generator (20+ years old) despite being stored properly
refuses to start…  it just might be dead-dead this time… dammit.  It’s a 2.5k Sears and Roebuck branded Generator. Lil itty-bitty thing I got…. huh… wow… back in 1999 pre-Y2K when I thought we were going to need it! Which akchully makes it more like 25 years old! It was put up when I was in Iraq improperly by either the Ex or one of her relations. I don’t blame them at all b/c about three years ago when I stumbled across it in the garage (the garage was a fucking nightmare mess of shit to the point we got a ‘dumpster bag’ and got rid of a ton of bullshit)

Back then I ended up rebuilding the carb and getting it up and running. More to follow in a minute on that…

Like I was saying, we’re currently good on gas but people around here are getting scared and angry… The Enemedia is NOT helping the situation at ALL what with the Doomporn… They’re seriously hyping this up waaay beyond what is necessary. I say this because as when I went to get the cans filled, sumdood tried to get pushy/shitty with me.

He came up to me from two trucks back because I had walked up instead of driving up, and was standing in line as opposed to adding the truck to the shitshow.  I took the two NATO cans and just got in line, and was walking up to the pump, as opposed to driving… any retard could have figured that out Aye?

But not this fucking moron.

According to him? He said “…’cos you ain’t in a vehicle, you couldn’t be in line without a vehicle, and that you need to go back to your truck, and then get in line!” (behind him which was readily apparent.) He was getting pretty heated too.  Irrationally by my standards, so I bent down to place the cans on the ground to speak with this lunatic, and my shirt juuuust happened to ‘lift’ juuuust enough for him to see my ‘John Wilkes Booth’.

That’s my Bond Arms Derringer.

Sometimes it takes a .357 get the hint. I didn’t do anything overt or offensive, but I found it necessary to do what I did, as anyone who gets verbally confrontational with a guy my size MUST have a fucking screw loose). By ‘printing’ a wee bit, this dude backed the fuck off… rather quickly IMO which was a good thing. In fact when I turned to speak with this unpleasant individual after placing the cans down, he had left a man-sized smoke silhouette like in the cartoons I swear…

Shades of Wile E Coyote.

So then, after the fuel run, we tried to hit Aldi (a store chain originally out of England) and found that it’s already closed for the duration. We then tried Publix. It looks like locusts hit it. On the way into the Publix we had to go by “my” gas station (in that it’s the closest most frequented location) on the end of my street. It was open, but only has premium and maybe diesel left and was PACKED to the point they might have needed a cop for traffic control.

Speak of fuel and whatnot… a interesting thing we saw:  On the way home we saw ‘cop lights’ coming up going Northbound on I-75, not in hi-pursuit but escorting -something- That in itself wasn’t the odd thing… we see shit like that everywhere, all the time right?

In this case, Sapper and I both thought “oversized load” until we saw it was Two Florida State Police Cruisers escorting a RaceTrac Fuel Truck!

THAT was a first in 20+ years and multiple -other- storms I’ve been through in the past. I’ve not seen an ‘armed escort’ ever here stateside… Mind you, I did see on Twitter a mention of a near-riot in or around Sarasota (south of me) that some asshole pulled a handgun and tried to hijack a gas truck that was trying to refuel a service station… Mind you also there’s been ZERO mention of anything like that on even the local news, so the Memory Hole is activated like a motherfucker I’m guessing. I’m personally not sure if I’m more worried about the memory hole or that things are already that potentially bad already. Time will tell.

Load another magazine and watch my lane I suppose…

Now as part of the errands, I finally got it started with a combo of Carb Cleaner and starter fluid.  I purely hate using the starter fluid, but in this case?  It’s 25 years old -anyways- so if it blew, it’d not be a big loss.  It’s a Sears and Roebuck 2.5k that I think I spent $200 on in 1999…

I think what happened was when I drained everything and put it up last time around, I didn’t get ALL the gas out of the carb, so a wee bit went and got all lacquered up in there.  Juuuust enough to make it difficult to fire up…  So I sprayed down carb w/the cleaner, waited 5 minutes, hit it with the starter fluid, and it turned over.  Immediately died, so I washed, rinsed and repeated.  Took about 4-5 more times, with each interval of it running getting longer and longer, until the last one where it was doing that weird ‘thrum’ thing… run up normal, then down to almost stall… it gave a backfire, a large cloud of smoke, then smoothed out.

Ran it for 10 minutes, shut it down for ten, then w/OUT the starter fluid, tried it, and it started no issue! (It’s a pull-to-start, so I looked like I was trying to jerk off King Kong with GIANT fast pulls at one point I swear)

Only thing left now is to go get enough beer to get through the next few.

As far as the wife? She’s in a safer location. Gretchen is in The Villages unscrewing the Mom and Dad situation, and will be until further notice so she’ll be good. That leaves Sapper n’Me as an Ugly All Male Review I suppose… Seems that Mom went so bananas after being told she was being Baker Acted, that they ended up transferring her to one of the Nuthouses AKA “Behavioral Health Centers” as the PC Pukes would call them. A Baker Act being a 72 hour medical/psyche hold for evaluation, which she quite obviously failed.

The GREAT news out of this however is a Social Worker showed up and interviewed Dad and Gretchen, and offered up ALL THE SUPPORT that the County and State has to assist with situations like this, so >whew<

That right there is a MAJOR load off my mind.

Mom needs help, as does Dad, and finally we’re going to get what they need, despite her (Moms) earlier denials and protests… a big part of that is a Boomerism, in that in the past, she’s literally said “What would the neighbors think!?!”

I at the time offered to kill all of them, and/or burn out all the neighbors houses so there’d no longer be any social awkwardness in these particular circumstance, but I was sadly rebuffed.
< Le Sigh >
Nobody ever lets me have any fun.
< Le DEEPER Sigh >

Ah well… now all that is left is doing a FULL recharge of all my batteries, finding out what radio freqs I need to monitor and inputting them to the radios, and also as I said, getting moar beer.

There is never enough beer under these circumstances Aye…

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
A Short Update
OK… in the past 24 Hours, a Recap:
(Strap In)

Got the Nookular Redheaded Gran overnight.
Well behaved went to the pool, and fun to be around.
She was literally perfect (unlike some occasional bratty past visits… comes with the territory right?)
This was a thing of goodness.

Late Saturday Night, “Uncle Miltie” was aiming North at Clearwater… that’ll work.
I played Fallout: London (great Mod BTW… just took forever to load… be aware!)
I’ll take that.

I go to bed.
Again, take the “W”.
I wake up.

Begin litany of Bilious Bullshit that’s currently ongoing

Starting with a call from DumbCunt.
She’s out… time fucking served dammit.
Called Mommy and “…wants to ‘come home.”

Of course this creates MAD drama w/Gretchen… it’s a ‘mom’ thing I guess… never mind that bitch knows just what emotional buttons to push…
Me?
I tell Gretchen “Suuuuure… have her come on down! I’ll get her bed ready, right next to Luca Brasi.”

And no, I’m not joking.
Needless to say, she knows that too (Gretchen that is), so no, no worries. Bitch ain’t welcome no matter what.

It just was yesterday I had a reminder how how much I fucking hate that bitch. At the pool, The Redhead met another lil girl about the same age who was there with her Grandmum (nice British Lady), and in the process of them becoming friends, Kenna asked Red about her Mommie and where she was?

Goddamn it. I hate when that happens… it’s not often but…
Shit.
The look on her lil face…
My heart –still- hurts for her…
I don’t have much left of Ye Olde Ticker…
But what is left fucking hurt.

Mind you all that did was infuriate the ever-living fuck out of me, but I was able to reign in said-anger knowing the bitch was in durance vile. Add on the embarrassment Gretchen feels when this sort of shit happens. So yeah, I tamped down the Killing Anger, secure in that DC was locked up. Of course, that was…

…until this A.M. and that fucking call from DC.
My Anger Reignited like a fucking full fucking sized Tesla Lithium Battery dropped in the ocean… Hot doesn’t begin to describe it. The screwdriver slipped on the Demon-Core and the blue-light O’Burning Death came out.

THEN I check the updated course for “Uncle Miltie”
He’s aimed straight down my fucking gullet.
I swear to Christ in Heaven I can’t catch a break sometimes.

Sooooo to counter all of THAT bullshit, we went and visited Cowboy. I figured to go see my Brother-from-Another Mother to chill and get caught up. Plus, raining or not, the Ranch is always a nice place to visit and Red loves “Mister Cowboy” and the horses.

Lately, we’ve been giving him his space and time to reorganize his headspace, and he has, thank The Lord. He looked good, has stopped soaking his brain in booze, and was back to his old self to a point. We went to lunch and Red had a blast.

Seems he might have even gotten laid last night!
Not sure, but hints -were- made…

Go Cowboy!!!
Git back up on that Hoss!

After that call to set up the visit, I realized I can abuse his hospitality (sorry Bro, I needed it desperately) so I grabbed my .357, my 9mm, and my John Wilkes Booth (Bond Derringer in .357, a mean lil fucker) and a BIG pile of ammo, of which I used ‘bringing the hate’ onto the targets. Cowboy’s ranch has a couple of places one can cut loose safely with live rounds without fuckers coming ’round to fuck with you, and you can shoot like I did growing up, off the tailgate of your vehicle into the woods…

The Good Old Days amiright?

Recoil Therapy Indeed.

I even did “The Deadpool” which is after I dumped a 7 shot cylinder of 158 grain .357 in like 4-6 seconds (I was hyped and cranking it hard) when the second dry-fire went ‘click’ I whipped the muzzle up and deeply inhaled the gunsmoke, and blew what was left of it out my mouth…

Oh yeah baby…

All around winning IMO.

So we got home, pretty much emotionally exhausted. I had planned on going in and cuddling up to Gretchen, maybe have a lil sumtin’-sumptin’ go down… and well…

The phucking phone rang at 20:00
It was Gretchen’s Dad.
Seems Mom had fallen again and was being transported to the Hospital again and there was circumstantial evidence that she had been drinking again.

Sooooo….
Instead of being able to chill and try to recover from the shytte we had imposed on us today, we’re fucking back to Square Fucking One.

Gretchen however has to handle this solo.
–I– have waaaaaay too much shit I have to get prepped for.
Fuel and Generator Checks (Fill the new DotMil Euro-Gas Cans)
Window Prep. (Tape/board Up)
Sandbag Filling and Emplacement
Yard and Lanai Clearance (throwing all the Lanai Furniture into the above ground pool so the wind doesn’t turn them into UFOs)
Refill Depleted Water Jugs (we have about 13 5 gallon refillables that we use on the cooler/filter)
Pre-Emptive Tree Branch Checks to see if there’s any really big/thick branches I need to chop before they become an issue. I’m pretty sure after the wind from Helene I’m good but it pays to double check.
I’m not worried about doing the “OMG! I need to empty the Grocery store!!!” thing… Our stocks are deep and without Gretchen being here, Sapper and I will munch quite happily on expired Russian and Krainian MREs if needed.

Otherwise, w/Gretchen safe w/the Car in the Villages, it does make it a wee bit easier. But I will say

I’m fucking tired of this shit man.

But fear not Dear Readers.
THIS Particular Pile of Shit is fucking over.
Dad’s in a state. She’s his primary caretaker, and after Time #2, and her bullshit, -I- told her point-fucking-blank IF there was a next time, we were invoking the Durable Medical Power of Attorney and having her forcibly locked up/detoxed or whathaveyou. I had Gretchen get that after the first time as I had a hunch eventually the Boomer Stubbornness would need to be legally circumvented for both their and our own good.

Dad balked last time.
This time?
Notsofuckingmucho.
I didn’t even have to push it too much. I did tell him this’s what he got for having a weak Pimp-Hand, and this’s what happens if you fold like a lawn chair for your bitch.

And no, I’m not kidding.

I’ll just leave it at that.
Needless to say, I have to deal with this again on my own.
I have to leave Sapper out of it.
Poor fucker is being fucking beaten at work at the port(s) like a rented fucking Mule. He does all the gauging and measuring of ALL the fuel that comes in on the West Coast main entry points. He had 3-4 days off for Helene, then got beaten to death with 18 hour days for the past week.

NOW with Milt inbound, this time instead of pulling back early, the barges are maxxing the fuel load/unload, so he’s still going full bore. The worst part is after measuring the barges, he has to climb those big fucking tanks and measure from the top-down with a looooooong fucking rope, then climb down, and figure out if the amount of pumped fuel matches the amount added to the tank… plus get samples while he up there and get them to the lab to make sure it’s the ‘right stuff’…

Couple of months? ago some asshole fucked up which hose was what and pumped a fuckton of diesel into a 87 octane tank, ruining the batch. Made national news. Sapper said it was 20k plus gallons that were fucked up, and part of the reason he’s overworked is said-asshole who’s supposed to double check the hose-dude to make sure the right hose is going to the right tank, which is another thing that ALL of them guys working this job are responsible for, well… the company hasn’t been able to replace said-aforementioned-asshole yet.

Good men are hard to find.
I’d love to get on board
BUT
-I- can’t do it physically.
I’d love to $$$ wise especially, but I’d be dead in a week. The left bionic knee that got blown off and rebuilt in 2006 would never handle that much stair climbing. Never mind the rest of the carcass-damage.

So that’s a summary of tonight fucking fun filled fuckery.

I need to go rinse my brain out with some YouTube Videos of -something-… maybe Squirrels on Fire? Or Frogs in a Blender… maybe Hajiis having IED issues… better yet, IDF Ambush vids of the IDF being shot-to shit by Hamas/Hezbollah… always a crowd pleaser IMO… that’s about my speed right now… I need a laugh…

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Talk about ‘teh stoooopid’

Every. Single. Time. this cumguzzler Slore opens her fucking cockholster, she shoves both feet in, and keeps pushing until she tastes her own tainted filthy asshole.

The people of Lebanon are facing an increasingly dire humanitarian situation. I am concerned about the security and well-being of civilians suffering in Lebanon and will continue working to help meet the needs of all civilians there.

To that end, the United States will provide…

— Vice President Kamala Harris (@VP) October 5, 2024

Go read it… and the comments… they’re brutal
And for those of you who don’t do Elon:

Nigga say whut!?!

NOW they’re just trying to be provocative.

That or they’re absolutely certain they either have the (s)election in the bag (80%-20% odds) OR that the (s)election won’t be happening, so they just don’t give a fuck either way.

Add on, not for nothing, that the latest news ’round here is a Lil Thing Called “Tropical Storm Milton” which seemed to -suddenly- crop up pretty much out of no-fucking-where…

…..and it’s aimed right at my head.

Fuck.

My reason for questioning this storm?
The timing and how it’s directly headed toward us. Lots of folks have been stating the whole ‘oddness’ of how Helene, which was a ‘love tap’ here comparatively speaking to the ‘normal Florida Hurricane Experience’ and how the middle of North Carolina got their fucking teeth kicked in by what had been a relatively minor storm for us.

Truthfully we did get off extremely light. Lots of folks on Twitter and through personal contacts have related how right before Helene came ripping up to the Carolinas, lots of strange things happened… a massive uptick in Chemtrails, which BTW had taken a major downturn up until then, and word of DotGov Plated vehicles in and about the areas most affected by the storms… almost like a pre-Hurricane recon.

Add on that usually when a Hurricane hits ‘dry land’ it peters out pretty fucking quickly unless it skips back out to sea and ‘recharges’ like that one that did New Yawk a few years back… what we derogatorily called “Half-Assed Helene” turned out to be one serious land based bitch…

Which again tweaks my “WTF” Senses…
It’s the timing involved here.
Look at that above Map.
‘Milton’ gave his first glimpse/hint on Saturday Morning.
Guess what happened Sunday?
That was when DeSantis called up the Florida Guard Special Missions Unit and started deploying them to North Carolina against FedGov wishes… the mission is called “Operation Blue Ridge”

It was officially put out Sunday Morning.

Seeing that usually the DotGov, any DotGov never comes up with something like this on the spur-of-the-moment, it means that they had it in the works probably since Thursday or Friday… and my guess is on Friday is when some Junta Cabal Bureaucrat called DeSantis and said “Nice state you got there, be a damned shame if something were to happen to it if you follow through on this Blue Ridge thing and make us look bad…” and DeSantis went and did it anyways…

Link to the Deployment Order is HERE

For those who think TL;DR the amount of ‘stuff’ he sent is a hell of a lot more than anyone else had up to that point… it included 2x Chinooks and Crew, 22 FGSMU guys, a whole slew of “Fish Fuzz” as I call them, which are the Fish and Game kids, with all their specialized equipment like swamp buggies and airboats, which are probably necessary and not readily available I think in North Cackalacky…

“…and then all of a sudden, a HUUUUGE new Hurricane –suddenly and unexpectedly- brewed up in the Mexican Gulf, and headed straight towards Florida”

As the joke goes:
Question: What do you say to that weird Conspiracy Theory Uncle at Thanksgiving?
Answer: “I am sooooo sorry I didn’t believe or listen to you.”

These days?
ANYTHING is possible.

Like I said before
Fuck.
I got ’til Tuesday/Wednesday to either boogie or Batten Down the Hatches.
Now…
According to windy dot com, the ‘eye’ is going to pass North of where I am supposedly on Wednesday Night:

Not for nothing that I’ll still be in the danger zone, but better North or South of me than straight into me… I mean FFS I –just– replaced the fucking roof last year man…

Now, Zooming in as tight as I can, I got this showing as of the current projection that it’s theoretically headed to the north of me:

I’m nearer down by the Alafia by FishHawk than Tampa Proper.

And is it me or does that pic look like a limp dick?

Either way, I’m getting really tired of this bullshit.

Between People’s Glorious Tractor Factory stressing the ever-living-fuck out of me, to the ‘other’ multitudinous stressors, I’ma ’bout ready to sell everything and head off to the Wilderness somewhere far far away…

But, one last thing to lighten the mood, as it’s been a bit dark around here lately, I found this:

SO if blegging goes to the light side for the next few, it’s ‘cos I’m in either “Run Away! Run Away!” mode or I’m more than likely to be in the “Fuck it… been through worse” mode and sticking it out… no matter what I’ve got shit to think on and do.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
A moment to thank everyone who said a kind word of support about last night… I was really down in the dumps. I appreciate it. Now? Well first off…

A wee bit of humor:
https://nicecrew.digital/objects/1bd22c68-c837-48d7-abfc-96d1524d52f9
Fuck it… it made me laugh

North Carolina:
Things are getting wilder there now…

Breaking: Reports that a FEMA director who was acting arrogant and denying aid to #NorthCarolina flood victims was BEATEN by local residents

The incident occurred 20 miles south of #Asheville

— Retro Coast (@RetroCoast) October 4, 2024

And the reason for it?
No hard evidence but the general story is Mr. Director from Virginia got shitty with a woman and her three lil kids and wouldn’t let them get any water/food or supplies. She melted down and this asshole was all smug about it…

The local men didn’t like that much.
“That’s an asswhuppin’!!!”

Personally, I’d go for hanging, but I’ll get into that more in a few…

And then this happened:

The link to that is HERE

The Volunteers in Question are members of the Florida Guard, which has recently ‘revitalized’ under DeSantis. It’s a formalized State Militia. The Governor deployed the Special Missions Unit up there to assist with getting stuff Floridians out and do general Search and Rescue.

A quick aside: I got a call from them today, the Guard that is. I applied waaay back when it first started getting re-established. Never heard back so hey, it is what it is. I guess someone went through the old applications and I got a call, so we’ll see where that leads me.

But back to the story. They confirm ALL the stories we’ve been getting. So because of all of the bad press, it seems a lot of the Local Sheriffs and State Police, who up until now were trying to play ball with FEMA, have decided that “Nope, Homie don’t play that!”

Breaking 🚨 🚨 🚨
NC State police issue statement that they will start arresting any federal employees trying to stop or hinder rescue operations 💪🇺🇲🇺🇲

— Cpt O, Joseph O'Shaughnessy, CCG 🇺🇸🇺🇸 (@CPTOshaughnessy) October 4, 2024

Despite the Fact Check, too many other sources confirm this.
Sooo
A lot to unpack here.
From my POV?
ALL of this is being done willfully and intentionally.

This (again) begs the Question:

WHEN exactly does it become acceptable for Americans to decide that “enough is enough” vis-a-vis the ENTIRITY of the North Carolina debacle?

When do ‘normies’ decide to fight?
(that answer is probably going to be “NOT!”)

As I mentioned before in other poasts that it’s now blatantly obvious that -something- untoward is happen, far and beyond the “normal new idiocy” that we’ve become accustomed to regarding the actions of our >inserts sarcastic laugh here< “munificent” DotFedGov fuckers.

The very fact that the offer of a ONE TIME paltry $750 for a payout is beyond insulting. Especially in light of the 8.7 billion to the Yids, and 8.6 billion to that sanctimonious lil faggot Krainfeld… and then to tell the rest of the country “Sorry guys, FEMA’s Broke!”

That in itself is highly sus.
The 4th Quarter ENDED October 1st and normally the DotGov ‘coffers’ refill.

Where’s the money Mayorkas?

And then, the very fact that low level midwit fucktards have been interfering in the “real work” that ‘non-sanctioned’ groups have been doing, and doing fucking well infuriates me at a core level that I forgot I had.

My rage as of late is so bad that I have recently thought that the best way -someone- could contribute is to go down there with a good scoped hunting rifle in the ubiquitous 30-06 caliber, and start ‘working their way through’ the assholes in the FEMA vests to start with.

Case in Point:
That soon-to-be-X Fire Chief, Dustin Waycaster of Lake Lure who demanded that the free-flying Rescue-Ranger Chopper Jockey cease and desist DESPITE his overwhelming success rate in his previous rescues and threatened to arrest and impound his bird?

My question:
Why is he (the ‘chief’) still alive?
Why is his dwelling still standing?
Why is his family still alive?

Hard times call for DRASTIC Measures. I’m not, per se, calling for any violence against this miserable toolbag fucktard nor his domicile or fam…. HOWEVER, I AM all about questioning his current apparent good fortune in these trying circumstances… That he, who, in truth as the “Lead Asshole in “Incompetence on Parade”? is still drawing O2???…. and that HIS domicile is untouched as is his job???

If I had my druthers, this fuck and his extended family would be impoverished, shamed (and named as I did) and tarred and feathered. (kids under 15 exempt)

With EXTREMELY hot tar
Work that one out Chief.
FAFO
and
BFYTW

So: When/What becomes the ‘breaking point’?
My own kin are there.
In Morganton and Hendersonville
My #2Gran and her Dada are (thankfully) in Kingsport TN out of the ‘cone of shit’ so to speak… she’s good, but if things go even MOAR stoopid???

I was the primary Logistician for KBR who used to plan our convoys in and out of Hamur Gate in Jordan into Iraq with ALL the boolits/beans/boots for MNF-I back in the day so to speak… to include security, which meant gun trucks/helos/CASEVAC/MEDVAC and Apaches on standby IF needed

I was told to fuck off when I tried to get on board in NC
W. T. F.
Now, let me give you this posit:

Thesis: The Current Occupational jewish run Cabal is INTENTIONALLY UNWILLING to assist Heritage Americans in a traditional voating block ‘area’ that is normally opposed to the Current Ruling Junta. This is a willful and intentional as well as a probable treasonous act punishable under NORMAL circumstance by death. This is part of a BIGGER plan I think that I’ll get further into.

Antithesis: The Current Occupational jewish run Cabal is UNABLE to assist Heritage Americans in a traditional voating block ‘area’ that is normally opposed to the Current Ruling Junta, due to inefficiency and general lack of ability, hence rather than admit this, they threaten and cajole moar-capable individuals with punitive damages (arrests and the like) in order to maintain their tenuous grip on power. They cannot (due to current regime instability) allow ANY non-DotGov organization to ‘show them up’ It also funnels money to their ‘prefered providers’ who in turn give a portion of the shekels back to them in the form of Grafted Campaign Donations.

Synthesis: The lower-tier agents of The Current Occupational jewish run Cabal start “vanishing” mysteriously in the night. FEMA vest wearing civilians are the initial ‘missing’. As time progresses (quickly mind you) Local collaborators such as the Lake Lure Fire Chief are found hanging from light poles outside of their houses in the A.M., with their immediate family just fucking -gone- in that they took the fucking hint IMO and GTFO of Dodge. No one in the immediate area will acknowledge nor deny/confirm ANYTHING as they know that they may be next on the list…. (This might happen, but I’m getting to the point)

“The best place to hide a murder victim/corpse is on a battlefield”
Jes’ Sayin’

“Mostly peaceful extrajudicial killings” is what CNN would call them IF it was THIER fucktards doing such drastic performative measures. However, expect the “REEEEing” of the slaves and leftards will be overwhelming…

As would the severity of the backlash from Leviathan.

The term favored back in the wild days of the 80s and 90s in Central America was “Right Wing Death Squads”. Got a hunch that would very quickly make a MAJOR comeback as it’s been out of style since the Regan Years and the Contras and Nicaraguans. It also plays very well to the Insane Demonically Possessed on the Left…

HOWEVER:
Part of my ‘conspiracy sensor’ is pinging that this is exactly what they want people to start doing. The majority Stakeholders who’re the ones who’re actually at the top of the Food Chain so to speak are relatively untouchable and inured to the fallout that may happen. The ones who’d be, and are probably being evaluated right now for localized action, are ultimately disposable.

Their absolutist attitude that those ‘lower level bureaucrats’ are ultimately -disposable- non-consequential pawns for them to utilize at their Satanic whims. They (the Leadershit) won’t mind, ‘cos they (the Pawns) don’t matter so to speak.

“You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs”

That being said, I’m sure that the Director who just got a “pavement shave” would stand to think otherwise.

In fact this is the core element.
IF FEMA-Fedibois start either disappearing, or being found dead, the current Cabal would I think, GLEEFULLY respond by declaring Martial Law initially, and when the resultant outcry reaches a fever pitch, declare a National Martial Law Emergency and suspend the fucking (s)election indefinately.

I mean despite the glowing reports of how the SideWhore is doing oh-so-well and beating OrangeManBad in a blowout, IRL they know their collective asses are fried. THAT I think is going to be the October Surprise.

The only other Idea I think is that Hillary Killeroid Clinton let something slip the other day about an October Surprise involving the SideWhore… Any time that Demon-in-a-Pantsuit opens her mouth, (provided she’s not drunk) she usually lets some infonugget out that bears further examination.

Considering how pissed of Her Herness was shunted off and closed out from “Her Turn” watching what she’s up to might let I peek into the possibilities that I’m thinking about… I.E. a lone MAGAnut taking out the current DemoncRatic candidate? I mean we’ve already had what appears to be two attempts on the Golden Golem… I truly wouldn’t put -anything- past them at this point.

They have to do -something-

Ancient Chinese Curse:

“May You Live in Interesting Times”

I’d say we got that shit covered Aye?
So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Whew.
This’s been a stone cold motherfucker of a week. I really appreciate all the commentary on last night’s poast. Dude who mentioned Diphtheria gets a BCE Gold Star for that one… I like completely forgot the TDAP series…

Then again, it’s a motherfucker to keep track of ALL the fucking chems they want to inject into us, the majority of which are done when we’re wee babes without the ability to have a fucking say in it…

And to see just what I’m on about, HERE is the link for the CDC’s “recommended vaccination schedule for ages 0 to 18” in PDF format.

It’s literally fucking fifteen pages!!!!!

Any wonder why autism has gone utterly insane in the past ten plus years or so?

True Story:
Spawn#1 hated doctors visits as a wee lad. To the point of having meltdowns. Rationale was he associated the Docs with ‘hurty stuff’ as when he’d been forced to be examined multiple times as a tot, some of which were somewhat unfortunately painful visits for him. Lots of XRays and poking and prodding. The fucking DotMil Clown OBGYN who delivered him put a heart monitor needle in his lil nugget as he was crowning, but did it –poorly-.

He ended up with a hematoma on his squash that didn’t go away. Instead it fucking calcified. And because of the Quackery, as he was growing the first few years, we had to take him to DotMil Hospitals regularly to monitor the calcification to make sure it wasn’t on, nor blocking any growth plates which would have been a thing of badness.

Nope… in the long run, by the time he was 4, the croakers cleared him. However because it calcified? One Light Bird Doc told me that the almost 2×3 inch size of the calcification was almost 6-8mm thick. Told me “When you say that boy is hard headed, he well and truly is! That much bone would probably stop a 230 grain .45 slug.”

As I used to tell him, if he ever got in a fight hand to hand, lead with the right and duck down. Let his opponent crash their paw on that fucking thing… The kid is literally and physically thicker than me in the head…

Anyways, since he was hyper sensitive to the Docs, and was the X (she had ‘needle issues’) he was usually pretty fucking spooked every time we had to do the “Doc Thing”. This went on only for a while until I got a gig being the Desktop Support Geek at a Major Medical Hospital Company in Boston and the surrounding burbs.

The job itself was cool.
Lots of good folks working there, and as a guy who had been used to full time medical coverage for free for ten plus years, the “sticker shock” at the civvie Med Market shocked my socks off. Until I got this ‘golden gig’ which included a cover-to-cover Gold Level free health plan for myself AND the fam. Needless to say, I found out who the best fucking Pediatric Doc was at my location. His practice was closed however, as he is/was the fucking best.

Or maybe I should say it WAS closed until I activated my Dark Jedi Spec-4 Mafia Powers… Being the IT Geek, I had full permissions for ALL IT Shit in the building. Doc Lev had, up until we came along, (we were a contract company hired to maintain and upgrade their woefully ancient computer network(s) had been downloading and playing his favorite Napster Music on the work PC… until we locked everything down. (‘Member Napster??? OMFG I’m old-old-old!!!)

Knowing this, and his wants/needs/desires, I “made him and offer he couldn’t refuse.” That was that I couldn’t unlock Napster or any other site like that, however I gave him superuser permissions (after consulting with my boss and the network geeks who knew the score) to be able to manually upload his music via USB, and play it.

Yeah, we even locked down USB slots… I think we were early adopters of that because of HIPAA. No one else in the entire place had the abilitie that I gave him, and I put him under the “Omerta” for it… Let me tell you, Grateful?

After this, Doc Lev was my BFF for life.

And because of this great “dope deal”? When it came time to ‘handling’ Spawn#1 for his second round of shots?

First of all, he (Doc Le3v) totally listened to me regarding my concerns about the preservative Thimerosal. Mercury based, and considering what we’ve found out about Big Pharma since? Maaan, I’m fucking glad I was so fucking paranoid. Back then, I wasn’t about to let -anyone- shoot a multi-batch shot like the TDAP into my kids. My reasoning is there’s pretty good evidence that THAT is what is causing the spike in the Autism…

Second, He unofficially agreed with my (and many others) hypothesis, and told me “He had it covered”

Lev set it up that instead of the heavy preservative laden single needle shot, he went and got the individual quick-to-expire shots for us. Did the same for Spawn#2 which is why I -think- they’re not retarded other than being damaged from being my kids right?

Now mind you, yes. 3? or 4 shots instead of one?
Yeah…
That was a bit of suck, however, Lev hit Spawn so quickly he (Spawn) didn’t realize it was multiple needles because the initial ouchie was all he got. Lev went even so far as to do a heavy topical rubdown before shooting him of Lidocaine. Not much more really that could be done, but boom! Over with and done.

Now, the reason Doc Lev was the best?

We had a ‘regular follow up appointment’ a couple of weeks? months? after the ‘shooting gallery’… I believe Spawn was 4? and #2 the daughter was like 6 months or so… Spawn was a naturally garrulous and inquisitive lad… the X used to call him “Mister Mayor” because he was always ‘glad-handing’ motherfuckers and introducing himself… charming lil dude TBH.

Well… I was at work, so I waited for the Fam to show up. Spawn#1 was reeealy quiet. Very unlike himself. We all went into Doc Lev’s exam room, and once the preliminaries were done, Spawn asked is a quiet sort of hesitant voice “Doctor Lev, do I hafta get any shots today?”

Lev who TBH I –never– knew what to expect from him, as he was a quirky cool as fuck medic, looks at Spawn, and with a deadly serious voice said: “Well Spawn, I think I have to check with my shoe on that!”

The X and I both were baffled and it was obvious by the looks on our faces. Undeterred, Lev took off his loafer and shook it. A small folded piece of paper fell out. It floated to the floor, where on, Lev snatched it up, gave it to Spawn, and asked if he could read it.

Mind you, Spawn was sooooo far ahead in reading ALL due to the X and her work it was insane. Spawn was at like a fucking first to second grade level at four fucking years old. BOTH kids were waaaay ahead like that…

So, Spawn, also baffled at this point that this obviously deranged Doc was up to something, carefully unfolder the paper… and started trying to figure out the words printed on it in big, clear Black Sharpie Marker… He figured it out, and read out to us:

“No…. Shots… For… Spawn…… To…day!”

Which IMO was probably one of the fucking coolest and most humanitarian things I’ve EVER seen in person that a Pediatrician do for a lil kid.

Spawn of course was overjoyed at this “Shoe-Message”

Fuck…
Good memories…

I was going to rant about shit, but, per usual, I got sidetracked, so I’ll leave the header for tonight’s wannabe Blegg. How I got here? Got no fucking clue… well… I -do- and that is that I miss my fucking kids.

A Lot
It’s my own fault, and I can’t really blame them, but it still sucks, especially since not only have they gone no contact, but they have so much… I dunno… Fuuuuuuck… I got to stop as I didn’t want a BCE Pity Party…

Especially in light of just how shitty things are in NC right now.

Sorry about that.

It’s part of the header… a LONG and STRESSFUL week.
Worried about Adriana
Worried about NavyBro and his shytteshow in Hendersonville
Worried about the (s)election if we even have one
Worried about “Have I done enough?”

Like I said.
FUCK.
‘Tis a good enough word for tonight.

I’ll leave it at that. Hope you got a giggle out of Doc Lev’s shenanigans… I have no idea where he ended up, but no matter what, I wish him nothing but happiness and peace for what and how he provided for me and mine.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings.
OK… Everything is currently is an “On Hold Status” for me.

Now, I cannot confirm nor deny this intel:

However: BIL (Gretchen’s Lil Brother) ‘NavyBro’ works at a significantly large hospital in the Area. He and his are fine for now. He’s been in steady contact with Gretchen which is highly unusual in that he as I’ve told you gang before is he is not a ‘demonstrative’ kind of Lil Brother. Rather stoic IMO, however he’d say otherwise. He’s very much a ‘grunt’ if you will. Solid guy too….

He’s also been calling and updating Mom and Dad with the daily Intel Dump from his part of NC… seems on his way into work, he has to navigate around the corpses of folks who still haven’t been recovered in the area. The general consensus is there’s bigger issues that need to be dealt with…deal with the wounded NOW and the dead as we go… Triage to the Extreme…

Now… cannot confirm nor deny, but according to him, (relayed by Mom and Dad) that today there was a shooting at ‘Big Hospital INC’. No real details other than he was fine, and the place was in lockdown. I asked WiscoDave, Herschel, Wirecutter and a bunch of others to open up their ears and see if they heard/saw anything…

WiscoDave sent me a screenshot of a local asking for “…more info to follow” from the Henderson NC PoPo. Doc reached out directly to the fuzz, who said that “….Hendersonville police department “confirmed” that there is no active shooter activity within City Limits.”

Which then leads me to:
What about outside city limits?

If there was ever going to be a lockdown on negative info, this’d be the time for damned certain. Like the FIRST Story that broke about a ‘team’ of Venezuelan Illegals who got busted for looting after the Hurricane…” Link HERE

Which as the night wore on, and I kept reaching out, there was a story from another ‘local news affiliate’ in the immediate area that posted about possibly three lynched illegal corpses that were found with “LOOTER” placards around their necks!!!!

I.E> fucking -some folks- caught the Goblins, and rather than call the PoPo, got out the rope, and did like they used to do… Namely the “Multi-S’s” (Shewt/Shovel/Shuddup)

It was a quick ‘microburst’ headline with a quick description that said “This is a breaking story” that I noticed and before I could even get a snapshot/snip of it, and when I jumped tabs to try and get a cross reference, when I went back?

The story was fucking gone!!!

Got me a hunch -someone- slipped that one past the censors.

I mean stuff like that is liable to give people ideas.

Wrong from their POV but perfectly acceptable in mine.

I mean talk about absolute shit-gratitude.

Come here, and fuck over the natives?
Steal their shit when they’ve lost everything!?!
And then think that they’d be protected!?!
Oh yeah…
Those fuckers get more in EBT than I make in 4 months, and yet these degenerate burrito goblin chicken fuckers have the audacity to go out and fucking loot???

Yep.

Tell you what, got me a hunch a huge number of those patchouli smelling “no human is illegal” hipsters in Asheville are having a true “Come to Jesus” moment about now….

Jes’ Sayin’

Myself, I would have done the Ole ‘One-Two’ on them before I strung ’em up. Cut off their ‘pinto package’ and stick in their mouths riiiight before I kick the stool out… see which happens first… death by slow strangulation, or bleeding out from having their cock n’balls crudely chopped off? And yeah, under these trying times? You bet that noose would be set to ‘strangle’ and not ‘break the vertebrae’

Because fuck them.
After the first time, it’s no longer a Hate Crime.
It’s just business.

Now… looking for me to go out and operate under these particular conditions?

Gretchen told me if I stay home, she’s cool with it.

Another part of MY personal problem(s) is/are IF I were to go, I’d at this point want to be geared for maybe Baghdad, if not Fallujah. Vest, mags, Helmet, the usual… Low ride holster w/my Glock, my AR rigged for CQB, and a plethora of ‘other’ stuff that I found oh so comforting in austere conditions.

Most of which would most assuredly NOT be allowed on a civvie commercial aircraft… like smoke for marking LZs and riot control grenades and the like… never mind live rounds.

I mean the shit is allowed but the airlines and the TSA (Thousands Standing Around) make it such a fucking pain…

The last time I had to travel with weapons was a fucking nightmare. One I just as soon never have to repeat… The fucking fag at the bag check positively wee’d on himself when I opened the Pelican case. Like full on soiled his britches…

And this was just a simple AR.
Standard 16in collapsible stock PSA ‘poors’ if you will, with 7 unloaded mags, with ammo secured in original boxes in another Pelican, with my Glock doing the same. exact. thing.

The way this faggot reacted?
You would have thought I was there to kill him, and everyone else in sight, despite my travelling on DotMil orders. Fucker even called like 4-5 Mass State Policemen over, who’re about as close to IRL Gestapo looking motherfuckers as you can find, with the same attitude, who literally surrounded me while I proved the weapon was empty and on a dry chamber.

It sure as hell was… I had it torn down, and the bolt tucked in it’s own niche as I expected some treatment like this. Even then it took ten fucking minutes to explain to ALL the faggots (yes, cops included) that the having the bolt outside of the rifle made it incapable of firing… goddamned the aggregation of IQ points there was lower than a 20watt bulb… I can only imagine if I had one of my newer ‘tricked out’ savage looking camo’d SBR w/Husher and all the other ‘toys’ on it (the PEQ and such) was in the case, and the reaction to that…

Gah!

Bring on the Sweet Meteor of Death I swear…

So that’s where I’m at. I don’t want to show up looking like the Second or Third Coming of Blackwater (never worked for them BTW) but still, I’ll be damned if I’m going to go there to a be a Lamb for the Slaughter.
So anyways…
Lots of Rumors, but good firsthand RUMINT

Strap in.

My reasoning for this commentary is this particular shitshow is a perfect test case in Microcosm Form of a “Civilizational Wipeout/Disaster Scenario”. It’s happening In Real Time in an area that’s absolutely being known historically for being notoriously clannish and self reliant.

It’s part of the reason we got fucked out of getting custody of Adriana. We were outsiders… from “Goddamned Florida” no less…

IF things go full on Dystopian there and now as it is, just imaging just how fucked the rest of us are in a similar set of circumstances… Here in Tampa proper? The fucking Niggers off of Sligh and Nebraska would be eating each other within a week after they get done eating everything still moving/fresh in the Lowery Park Zoo…

Yeah… think on that…

These are some of the tightest clannish Americans out there… and yet the wheels are starting to come off.

And I just spoke to NavyBro personally. Like just a second ago when I went to get a beer…

He confirmed the shooting in the ER today. Seems that the Hospital has become the ‘hub’ for gang related drug activity’ as it’s open 24-7, relatively safe, and the Cops are too busy dealing with the ‘regular insanity’ than to deal with some junk scoring/dope dealing. Except in this case, it was a ‘turf thing’ between two dealers. No one kil’t, but it has been unoffishully discounted as “That never happened despite the security tapes showing otherwise.” by the Big Hospital INC and County/Town Bosses.

He also told me that the morgue –is– completely out of space, and they’re racking and stacking the body bags in two reefer Tractor Trailers out back. Most of the stiffs are unidentified at this time. Which leads me to the most important part of tonight.

This’s possibly most importantly part of this here bitchfestivus for ALL of us who consider ourselves ready for a LOT of this kind of shit? While talking to MomUnit today, she pointed out to me, and the idea had completely fallen off my radar but the biggest thing that has yet to come up? This BIGGEST Threat YET mind you is

DISEASE

Try Cholera
Try Tuberculosis
Try Malaria

Lots of Water
Lots of Insects
Lots of Heat
Lots of Time

Add on the 20,000 unvetted untested illegal immigrants from all over the fucking place? All it takes is ONE non-presenting illegal who either shows up at the Emergency Room who’s non-presenting OR in an even worst case scenario, is a carrier of say, Bubonic Plague.

Even worse? Say said Burrito Goblin unfortunately died in the storm surge. His/Her carcass has been now floating around in the ‘stew’ of the receding waters for the past week… Rats, being rats feast on said-stiff, and OOF! Rats eat dead mo’fo, rats get fleas that get “The Plague” from the Rats, and the fleas jump to the cats/dogs/hoomons whathaveyou.

Lo and Behold, the latest episode of “The Black Death, Part Three… This Time You’re Dead” is off and doing a wide open run until everyone is dead or past the period of infection.

If y’all remember, riiiight before the COVID horseshit, I was supposed to go back overseas. Now, at the time there was no Nottavax requirement. However, I did have to get my ‘boosters/re-shots’ of a LOT of the disease preventatives. I specifically went deep on “the list of recommended shit”, and got it done through the Hillsborough County Public Health Center at like zero cost.

I got what I called the “African Plan” as it’s the most comprehensive. These included:
Hepatitis A
Hepatitis B
Tetanus
Typhoid,
Meningitis
Malaria
Polio
and Yellow Fever.
I didn’t get any flu vax, nor did I get the Chikungunya nor Chicken Pox vax as the chikun one I think is bullshit, and I already had the Pox as a kid. Twice no less.

A harder one to come by is the Cholera Vax, as it’s an oral taken 2x times, and rare in that there ain’t a lot of it around. It’s also relatively new, with the latest variant (as far as I know) being from 2013. DiveMedic or Aesop can chime in if they know better (which they probably do…)

I just know I went and got everything I could as a ‘just in fucking case‘ as I knew shit was sideways in early 2020. MomUnit was dead-nuts on about that… something I’m sure that 90% of you ALSO overlooked… God love her as do I… she does have some great and brilliant insight occasionally.

And now? Seeing the way things are going right now?

I highly recommend researching if not actually getting ‘rigged up’ Vax wise in case of extreme sporkiness. Allllll them fucking preps ain’t worth fuck-all if you die from a microbe Aye? Best “git ‘er dun” or face the potentially horrific consequences. The majority of these vaxxes are well known and time tested. THEM I’d trust. Anything else?
Notsomucho.
Again, Jes’ Sayin’

So, More Later
Big Country

Greetings!
OK… so here we didn’t get hit with shit.

That being said, now having seen just how fucking bad the western side of North Carolina is, as well as East Tennessee? Oh damn…

To start with, Miss Daisy is OK.

She had to evacuate.
She’s currently at her Pastor’s house along with some others as they have their own well that did not get affected (as of now). I’ll be damned if I don’t look at headed up there to help though.

We also heard from BabyDaddy, and Addy and him, and the rest of the kinfolk are good in Kingsport. The damages are south of Johnson City.

That being said, I’ve now taken into account the real time damage? Oh Holy Shit! I’ve been watching videos of how it’s private folks who’re going in and doing everything from Helo Operations, to search and rescue.

I’m going to talk to the Operations Commissar… I just have -issues- sitting back on my ass. I have a 4 day window of “Vacation” left to me on this year that I was saving, but shit like this?

I hate sitting around
There is zero fucking excuse for NOT deploying elements of the 82nd nor the 101st! I mean FFS we deploy our troops to ALLL the foreign disasters and yet NOW? Fuck Posse Comitatus. That’s a law dealing with keeping the Active Military out of policing duties.

We need to get some folks in there NOW

I need ANYONE with info/intel and or contacts to get me some Points of Contacts for this. I’ve got Helo Operations (establishing LZs, marking them, guiding birds and the like) and also setting up Logistics Chains in <ahem> austere conditions. Shit like this…

…which is why now I’m having issues with not to be packing up and helping. Looks like I got my work cut out for me for the next few days…

Just like it’s been here for the past couple.
Any suggestions on just -how- to do this?
I’d have to probably ‘Greyhound’ in as close as I can with what I can carry on my back. We only have the one car, so that’s also a wee bit of an issue… Please let me know soonest ANY and ALL Ideas for this…

Half Brained?
Probably
As my Buddy Chuckie would have said “Another one of your Hair-Brained Ideas BC… noble, but dumb…. one of these days, that’s gonna kill you.”

Boone and Chimney Rock, as well as Biltmore Village seem to be in the worst shape. I’ll be looking to head that way if I get clearance. I’ll also be updating as I go. Any suggestions, support, transportation and/or telling me any and all advice would be appreciated.

Call it my ‘Hero Complex”

I hear cries for help, especially in an area that welcomed me and mine during a really bad time while fighting for Addy, so I just have to do something… and ‘thoughts and prayers’ just ain’t gonna fucking cut it.
Time to Sound “Boot and Saddles”
Dammit.
More Later
Big Country

Greetings!
Nope. No long poast.
Seems I counted mah chikinz before the whole storm thang was over. Not that this’s really storm damage per se.

Nope.
This gets defined as ‘universal karma-payback’

Made us all a really awesome dinner tonight. Pan seared scallops in butter, with fresh squeezed lemon juice, with a titch of kosher salt and fresh ground pepper, with a final dash of Aleppo Pepper to finish.

Add on a pound of shrimp stir fried bare in half a stick of butter?
With ‘taters au gratin?

Love my cooking…
So does Sapper and Gretchen.
This was Herness’s request. I made the mistake of asking what she wanted for dinner as opposed to my usual “This’s what we’re having!” like it was back in Momma Sarge’s Kitchen at the DFAC back in the day.

“I want scallops and shrimp!”

<Le Grumble>

I know a shit test when I see one, so I called the bluff.

Which in my hubris (having just got paid) I shelled out the $20 for a pound of the scallops. The shrimp are always on hand here at the house though, as Publix has them peeled, deveined, and shelled on sale BOGO on the regular, and it’s a crowd favorite, so there’s always a couple of pounds of frozen sea-crickets in the deep freeze.

BUT

After we ate, I went to clean up the dishes…

And I -think- because of my Hubris in actually getting an expense by my standard dinner, as well as my casual blow of of the Nothingburger Hurricane, as it’s been called locally “Half-Assed Helene”, that bitch Nemesis showed up in the form of my 20 year old In-Sink-Erator shitting the bed.

Like completely.

Which, considering a full load of ‘was supposed to be washed dishes’ in the dishwasher, and all of this evenings cleanup to do?

<Le Sigh>

It was off to Home Depot to get that almost over sale price on a replacement:

No idea why it’s still on a “Labor Day Sale” but add on the what is it? 10%? 15% “Thank Me For My Service” discount? Yep. Carried my happy ass right over and picked on up.

Of course so much for ‘discretionary cash’ until next pay period.

Again, with feeling: <Le Sigh>

Hence tempting The Fates, The Gods, Jehovah, Allah (PBUH), Teh Flying Spaghetti Monster and/or Zenu if you so choose…

Best not fuck around like I did the other night, lest you find yourself in my shoes. I got it installed and tested (as in ran the motor, so that’s a ‘go’) BUT The piping is a wee bit too short, so I have to wait for the Zon to deliver a flex-pipe at 7am to finish the job.

My back is sore AF, and my shoulders are screaming at me… granted, the damned thing only weighs like 5, maybe 6 pounds, but… laying on your back, half-on/half-off the fucking kitchen cabinetry, while holding the fucking ‘thing’ in one hand, over your squash, while you try to use the other to get the locking ring in place?

Yeah…

Under normal circumstances, I’d say ‘hard pass’

BUT
Ya gotta do, what ya gotta do.
All I can say is thank GOD for all the experiences I had Obamarigging shit and doing HVAC/Plumbing/Building Repair/Generator Servicing and a whole other plethora of useful shit in Iraq and Affy that has saved me a HUUUUUGE amount of money over the years…

So, at least I got that going for me.
So More Later
Big Country