Greetings Everyone Been taking a few days off as I just cannot keep up with the Bullshit Spin that keeps coming out. That includes tonight’s “hurricane” Helena.
According to ALL the news sources, Sapper, Gretchen and I have already died when this CAT -Whatever- storm ripped through and left a smoldering wreck of my entire A.O.
Who the fuck writes shit like that!?!
Fucking Punjab the Streetshitter is my own guess. (Say the headline w/a Punjabi Accent and you’ll see what I mean)
Fear Not, We’re fine (so far so as to not tempt the Fates/God(s) whathaveyou). Everything is cool. My only issue and I’ll do a longer poast in the A.M. is that I’m off to ‘recover’ from this ‘trauma’ that Helena inflicted on us, so I’ll have some time.
So far we’ve had a literal 4 second ‘blink’ of power.
That’s it.
And the UPS kept the Internet and PC connected, so the only bitch there was having to reset the clock on the microwave and the stove. That and running out of beer…
Greetings and Salutations! OMG. Gretchen started crying when she saw one of y’all sent her a replacement Mermaid set… Please DM me at the BCE187th @ proton email so’s I can personally thank you.
You also get points for getting my ass out of a sling LOL
So, got home today after the shindig with not only the Commissars, but the Premier himself showed up! And as one or two of you might have mentioned, Gretchen was her usual charming self and hoo boy. I’d say the morning went well.
It didn’t hurt that we were exactly 10 minutes late… the fashionable kind IMO… However, you wouldn’t have known it the way the rest of the Politburo had already hit the Chow Tables and Omelet Station…
I mean FFS, y’all are the high paid mo’fo’s here… let us Proles in first if’n you would aight?
But nope, they were packing the rows, and in the meantime, due to our fashionable intransigence, finding a place to sit was somewhat troublesome. That in the way that there were only ‘onesy-twosey’ chairs left, i.e. no ‘couples’ seating left… meaning no two chairs next to each other, nor directly across… EXCEPT The Premier’s Table. The Head Table as it was With The Premier and his Wife seated at it… As well as with his son, the General Secretary, and his wife and kids seated there as well. There were two, count ’em two seats left facing each other.
Gretchen grabbed our placeholders and said “The better to schmooze my dear.” and set them at those two remaining chairs. Myself, I was a bit put off by the casual effrontery as I am, realistically really low on the Totem Pole.
I think the best way to change that descriptor (after today especially) is to say was really low on Ye Olde Totem Pole… as it looks like things are starting to look a Hell of a lot better after the Charm-Offensive Gretchen put on…
In fact, it went so well that the H.R. Commissar, who from what I can tell would be better serving in a capacity with us as fertilizer at/in the Glorious Tractor Factory’s garden/testing-ground, utterly refused to acknowledge nor meet my gazeTHE ENTIRE TIME!
THAT made the trip well worth it.
As soon as things wrapped up, we bade farewell, with a promise that we’d attempt the trip for the Christmas Party in December… I’ll have to see… time/$$$/and other things… Afterwards however, I met up with my bro, one of my BFFs, the guy who got me the job to begin with, The (former) IT Commissar, who has now been elevated to a much higher posting, namely the Director of Operations and IT, which loosely translates to the Head of the Politburo.
I also got to finally meet my Minion, ‘Lil Bit’, who was a cute as a button and fun to be around. Gretchen seemed to like her, and realizes there’s zero threat with her vis-à-vis the usual ‘work wife’ thing… Gretchen, like 90% of Whammenz out there has a jealous streak a mile wide… However, after an hour hanging out with Lil Bit, Gretchen could see she’s literally a lil girl. That was at Hooters where we met with them, like right after the whole work thang.
Then it was the looong drive home, which I made in near-record time, thanks to some asshole in a VW who didn’t drop his speed below 95 the whooole way. Thankfully the traffic was light enough that I could ‘tail’ this particular ‘Bear-Bait’ for a goodly while. What ostensibly started out (according to the Goolag) a One Hour, 54 minute drive, we hammered out in less than One Hour, 15.
Amazing how you can get flying on the highway when the conditions are right Aye?
One of my favorite movies from then… A better, cleaner and simpler time. Now, as quick note: The original had a “Biker Fight Scene” in it. In this particular scene is someone I made mention of from our visit to Georgia. That was when we went to the “Most Rayyyyyyycist Store” in Kennesaw, “Wildman’s Civil War Surplus” (that’s a hot link BTW)
The person in question? ‘General’ Dent Myers. The guy who started “Wildman’s”
That’s him in the circle And to show him a wee bit later in life:
A bit older, but still… You can definitely see that’s him…
Seems ole Dent did a lot of Hollyweird Advising as one of the premier Civil War historical authorities from the Southern Side, which is an area sorely lacking in examination… The problem that he had was he didn’t have the ‘degree’ cachet that the eggheads respect. His was from his love of his ‘home country’ if you will, the CSA, and his passion about Southern History. Guys like him never get the credit due to them because of those fucking Ivory Towered (usually Yankee) assholes who negate any of their contributions due to a lack of degrees…
That being said, due to the Hollyweird connections, he got to be an extra in “The Cannonball Run” as one of the bikers that brawled with everyone as seen above.
He sure looked the part right?
Now, my understanding is that damned near everyone involved in that particular movie? They were ALL friends. EVERYONE on set, from the lowest to the highest were all besties/party friends… They ALL knew each other, so apparently ‘General’ Myers was running in some damned cool circles. Kind of wish I’d met the guy…
So, otherwise, home safe and sound, and I have an inkling of what I’m going to cover in the next day or two. Pretender to the Glorious and Harmonious P&PBUH (Plus 10%) Orifice of The (p)Resident, The Dementor-in-Chief, Emperor Poopypants the First, Chief Executive of the Kidsmeller Pursuivant, Good Ole Slo Xi-Den blew it again today by yelling “who’s next?” when his stupid sundowning worthless fucking ass should have been introducing the Head of the Streetshitters, Prime Minister Narendra Modi…
Don’t know, don’t care.
Like I said last night, this’s purely a performative humiliation ritual at this point. “What are you going to do about it Prole?” with them well knowing is (for the moment) “Nothing” as, so far, it’s not in our best interest to do something about it.
I mean why risk everything over something as shallow and worthless as this? If anything, the very act of keeping Grandpa Badfinger on the Throne and out in public diminishes them in that it shows how we absolutely do not need them.
I mean the whole ‘Covid’ thing showed just how little we actually needed any DotGov service outside of Fire and Rescue services. In fact the cops revealed themselves to be purely the DotGov Gestapo and Revenue Generation thugs that we thought and always knew them to be… If things crime-wise get/got out of hand, “We the People” are more than willing to ‘handle business’ without the need for any ‘local interference’…
In fact it’s be preferred if the local Persecutors stayed the fuck home and out of the way. Makes things a fuckload easier and cut and dried if you will… same goes for Criminal Defense Attorneys, who, in my own estimation, should be treated like Aztec Doctors were… fail to ‘save’ your client, and suffer the same exact consequences.
It’d clean shit up mighty quick IMO.
Simplicity and Direct Action. It’d clean up this country 5000 times quicker than any ‘voating’ they always yammer on about. Let’s face it.
Voating is a dead letter issue
As long as ONE Burrito Goblin here illegally has the ability to cast a voat, no matter who they’re voating for, the entire election is invalidated.
In my POV, ONE bad apple here DOES spoil the entire fucking barrel. My reasoning being that if there’s one, how fucking many other are out there that we DID NOT find!?!
The answer to you guys is obvious.
A metric fuckton probably.
And since we’ve gone through all the boxes except the ‘cartridge box’, and thus far, no one on #ourside is willing to stand up and take that first step (myself included) then we’ll just have to see how far down the Totalitarian ‘Rabbit Hole’ the average person can tolerate before finally calling it, and saying:
“I’m fucking done.” “Look at the time!” “It’s ‘Game-The-Fuck-On-O’Clock!”
THAT is when our ‘supposed’ betters best head to the bunkers, and hopeand pray we don’t find the air vents…
Quikcrete anyone?
The other aspect too, in dealing with the Bidens… One that no one to my estimation has even touched on?
No one seems to ‘get’ the fact that The Royal First Usurper, The Empress KinkyBoots, AKA Edith Biden is the stepmom in all of this shit. As in “Evil, Type One Each, Classic Fairy Tales”… Now, granted I have ZERO idea of what’s in the Will, but according to sources?
The relationshit (intentional) between her and Hunter and Ashley has been… shall we say… a bit strained over the years… As in they fucking detest the bitch. The usual dynamics of a young step-mom who showed up right after “realmom” died, and then being used as ‘political props’ by Dad over the years?
Never mind the highly questionable actions of “The Kidsniffer” towards his own fucking daughter (descriptive as well as actionable), called out by both her diary AND by his own son (Hunter) calling “Dear Old Dad” ‘Pedo-Peter’ in emails?
Oh yeah…
Considering what an absolute sleazebag Hunter is, I’m very curious as to HOW the Douchecanoe-in-Chief’s will reads. It’s pertinent as I’m almost gar-ron-damned sure the fucker’ll be dead shortly after the (s)election, if not from Old Age, but from Edith doing a pillow move, as the other rumblings out there are that she absolutely does not want to be the caretaker of the soon-to-be Pope-Pant-shitter-in-Chief…
Thing is Hunter, AKA His HIGHness the First and Only (remaining) Son of the Emperor Poopypants the First, Lord HIGH Destitute Debauched and Depraved, Hunter the Whoremaster (p)Resident, the Corpse Formerly Known as The Joetato has more lives than a fucking Cat. That AND he’s pretty fucking sharp.
In fact, considering the deep roots of Hatred for his Dear Ole Step Mom, who wants to make any bets with me that Hunter has something in the works (aka “The Will”) to utterly disembowel the Empress financially when the Dementor-in-Chief takes his final ride to Hell?
In fact I’d say it’s almost a guarantee. Add on that ‘former First Ladies’ (albeit I’d never refer to Kinkyboots as a ‘lady’) only get a $20k stipend for being the First Beeatcha? This being a lifetime award, which could be thought of as a “I put up with this fucker” award…
Yeah…
Lets watch and see. Unlike Jackie Kennedy, the Empress despite her Ego and Overdeveloped (thanks to the Enemy Ministries of Lies and Propaganda) sense of Self Worth, she has nothing anyone, leastways in the respect of any Male worth his salt, to offer.
She’s literally going to be at that point, a widowed blown-out Post Wall side-chick made good. An ancient artifact that’ll drown herself in cheap box wine, while re-reading the Vogue magazines that she did while she was the ‘toast of the town.’ 20k? I’m sure right now that’s nothing… however, IF or When Hunter springs the ‘inheritance trap? 20k a year ain’t shit, and no one can live on that in the DC area…
Add on that when she dies? Depending on her Secret Service Detail, and how many cats she has, they might not figure out she’s dead for quite a spell. Odds are considering how fucked up the diversity hiring has been for the USSS, the detail might be more interested in eating her cats, who may or may not have already eaten her…
Greetings and Salutations! Spending the day down in St. Penisburg, waiting on Godot, aka Gretchen. She’s got a high-paying multi-female wedding gig that’s running from 0900 this fine A.M. until 17:00 this afternoon.
After which we’re headed down to the Kremlin for the Anniversary of the Founding of the People’s Glorious Tractor Factories. BIG Too-Doo Brunch Buffet at some Bourgeoisie Club that us Proles are supposed to be grateful that they’re allowing us to soil the air with our fumes…
So in the mean time, since it’s over a hour to get back to the Casa, as much as I’d prefer to do the drive, Gretchen has requested I stay local just in case. Got no issue as for right now, I’m in defilade at a Starbux. Free intarwhebz as for whatever reason, the Tablet I’m on doesn’t want to connect to the hotspot. Not too big a deal, as I’ve seen it before. I just lack the cable I need to ‘mate’ the two up via USB, and get them to manually ‘handshake’.
My biggest snivvle so far is minor compared to Gretchens. Seems that the room? suite? she’s going to be working in? The A.C. is inoperative. That’s going to be a thing of badness as she alreadyhas personal heat issues what with Menopause and whatnot. Only thing I can do is offer prayers and support when she gets done.
That and an Icepack.
A big Icepack.
So before I dug in here, I was just checking out ‘things’ as I’ve had to hang out here before. In truth I was looking for a public shitter. Had a big ole Morning Grumpy that was demanding to be dropped off. Now, this A.O. during the day tends to be pretty ‘clean’ in that the Vagrants are kept away from La Touristas. However, in the early morning? They tend to ‘congregate’ around the shitters, and the last thing I want to do is use a blown-out shitter after Harry-The-Homeless-Heroin Fiend has used the stall to spatter his last dinner on the bowl, and left his used needle(s) on the floor.
I had enough of that shit in Kuwait/Iraq.
Soooo… looking/snooping for a clean pooper, I found a commercial dock hidden behind a Publix shopping center that I’ve been to a dozen times before.
Never knew it was back there.
It’s neat. They have 3 different non-fishing cruises, one 4 hour Island tour that takes you out to the uninhabited barrier islands that you are allowed to crawl all over and explore, a 2 hour sunset cruise on a nice Ketch, or a 3 hour dolphin tour.
I’m thinking the 4 hour tour with the Gran… she’s alllll about some beach time, but the big thing is seashell collection. She loves doing it, and the pictures on the brochure show exactly that, i.e. lil kiddos digging sand dollars and shells out of the tidal pools. This is, like everything, it’s $60 per adult, and $50 for the Gran. Another thing to start putting $10/$20 per week aside for.
The sunset 2 hour cruise is something I need to look into for Gretchen for a date-night… Like I said, gotta save up to do that. I do know she’d love it.
No, as to everyone who sent me links for the Mermaid, I greatly appreciate it! Gretchen was touched by the thoughtfulness too, and sends her thanks. I’m still working on getting the pieces-parts back together again, so I’ll hold off on a replacement now, ‘cos as that Cheech and Chong movie was once named “Things Are Tough All Over!”
Which now brings me to The Fucking Retards running this fucking shytteshow called the “Untied Staatz”. FFS… The day before yesterday, The Kidsmeller Pursuvient, AKA Grandpa Badfinger, the Groper-in-Chief, King of the Delaware Beach and Emperor For Life Slo-Xi Den claimed to have never met with the Head of the Fed, Jerome Powell.
Link to the Story (and the receipts in the form of pictures) HERE OK: So the Joetato has officially lost it. It’s out in the open. To the point that it’s now a pure ‘humiliation ritual’ that they’re doing to us. Performative abuse. WE can see that he’s a fucking lunchbox, THEY know he’s a Lunchbox, but no one is doing anything about it. Almost like a “Neener-neener, whaddya gonna do about it?” Answer to that is absolutely nothing. There ain’t shit we can do. Most of the fuckers pulling this shit aren’t elected… it’s the Perma-Power-Oligarchical-Elite that IS the “ShadowDotGov”
Unreachable, untouchable. For now…
THEN, to add insult to the very obvious issue of “fucker should be dragged out under the 25th Amendment, yesterday it seems we/they ‘folded the envelope’ completely and went “Full Edith Wilson” at the first meeting of the Presidential Cabinet since October 2, 2023…
The-claim- is that she was ostensibly there to speak as speak to and about Whammenz Mental Health… In reality? Let me tell you, if OrangeManBad had pulled something similar, they’d have “25th’d” his ass out the door faster that his spray tan could keep up…
Now the reference for those ‘not historically educated’, Edith Wilson was the wife of Woodrow “Woody-Woodman” Wilson.
Now, on a personal note, I file this guy as worse than Stalin in World History. Given a choice of world leaders I’d drown at birth, I’d be hard pressed between the Satanic Lincoln and this fukkin’ douchecanoe. Between his utterly retarded Progressive tendencies, his warmongering getting us into World War One, and all his other blatant character flaws (hint: he had no character IMO), he’s the piece of shit who started the Federal Reserve System, as well as the Income Tax.
Drown at birth indeed. If wishes were fishes…
Anyways, Edith Wilson was Wife #2 for Woody. Sometime into the beginning of his second term (197+/-) Ole Woodman had a serious stroke that left him all sorts of three ways to Sunday fucked up. Like paralyzed completely on his left side, and a bunch of other problems…. according to the Wiki, Woody had some really serious health issues, and his faithful and possibly power-mad Wife stepped into the breach with the assistance of the Presidential Doctor.
To the point some lunatic Feminists refer to Edith as “The First Whammenz President”…. which is a major problem in itself.
Like Jill Biden, NO ONE ELECTED THAT BITCH!
That’s not how it works.
Not that as long as it’s a Progressive DemoncRat in the Orifice. Nope… then everything is juuuuust fine. Such is the State of our particular (dis)Union Right Now. Sheesh
As I’m so fond of saying, History Repeats Aye? In fact if you look at the International Scene right now? We’re in a 1917/2024 parallel… except instead of Germany, it’s Russia/China/and the Middle East.
SOMETHING is going to pop sooner, rather than later.
OK… back from the hiatus of the drive to Miami… A minor 5 hour excursion. In the AM we have to get ready and be at Ye Olde Cuntry Club to make sure I’m seen and get a chance to shmooze. I mean I need a raise man…
So wish me luck. I have to go crash out It’s been a full day. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Gretchen’s kind of pissed at me… More frustrated and bummed than anything else. Mea Culpa on this one…
I was sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor as it’s been a minute, and the dog had made a BIG drooly mess of the water bowl, splashing the stuff all over. Now back in the day as soon as I got separated from the X, one of the very first purchases I got for the house back then was a ‘proper’ mop and bucket.
A quick aside: The X had those cheap Chineseum mop(s) and Bucket(s). She utterly refused to get or use anything other than that. Even when I was making six figures, she kept using these shitty Ronco Spin-Mops that just didn’t fucking work. No idea why, but all right…believe it or not we used to get in serious arguments about this kind of stuff… so after she and I were done, I finally got the BIG yellow Rubbermaid Mop and Bucket that I first used as a kid working in McDonalds, then in Army.
The right tool for the right job. Use what you know Aye?
So as I was getting the floor prep done, well, while picking up the Water and Food Bowls, I slipped in the drool and I hit the bakers rack we have in the kitchen. Well, the rack has a bunch of ‘cooking stuff’ on there, as well as a few of Gretchen’s “kitchen tchotchkes”. To include some 50’s Classic Touristy “Mermaid” Salt and Pepper Shakers… One of which ‘took a dive’…
Shit. That’s the Pepper Shaker. The porcelain really detonated on impact. LOTS of itty-bitty pieces parts that’re for the most part nonrecoverable dammit.
I’m now working on recovering that. Haven’t had any success in finding a replacement as of now but hope springs eternal. eBay is my fren on this one. (Provided it doesn’t cost me an arm and a leg).
So yeah, I want the weekend to come sooner, rather than later.
Now, I haven’t forgotten you guys who’ve done DotMil genealogy research. I’ve gathered some of the ‘stuff’ and started. I’ll be sending out updates when the cray-cray slows. That being said I did have a ‘rush job’ that I got from one of my Best Army Bros out there.
He recently became the Chief of Police in a small-ish town in Pennsylvania. About 6 full timers, 4 part timers, and himself. The demographics lean towards heavy-white, so he’s happy.
Well happy in that it’s a good job, but he’s got a lot of things to do… one of the things he’s started was cleaning up the weapons and drugs… seems the last 2-3 dudes who were “in charge” were reeeeally lax on getting rid of ‘stuff’.
Now mind you, there’s zero evidence of anything other than a lack of institutional inertia in these ‘issues’. A lot of complacency, which I can dig what being a small town/low crime sort of place… His issue is having to do the paperwork and/or worsechase the paperwork from long-done cases where the evidence, say a couple of bags of weed or some blow that was confiscated and entered into evidence like years ago… This shit that should have been disposed of, but due to (my guess) laziness, it just never got handled. Nothing is missing (that he can tell) but just ooooold and stale AF… In fact he joked that the Italian Seasoning in his mini-kitchen has a stronger smell than this stale ass weed…
Now then, to fix this? This’s where he’s a bit peeved As well he should be…
ALL the ‘drug duckies gotta be in the right row’ to do a disposal of such things. Seems his predecessors were comfortable in kicking the can down the road Aye? He’s gotta line everything up (paperwork with ALL the details and whatnot) to do a burn on it in the near future… a real pain in the ass.
However, there is some ‘fun’ to be had: The weapons issues are primarily weapons that are either missing tags, or not properly logged into the vault. There’s a bunch in there that seem to be ‘turn ins’ that weren’t logged correctly when “Grandpa” died, and his out-of-town Hoplophobe relations turned his icky and unsafe guns over to the Local PoPo. There hasn’t been like any gun crime there in eons (I hope it stays that way for him) so the majority of things are turn ins, or BB Guns confiscated from the local hoodlum-wannabees. That being said, in the turn in weapons?
There’s only one of interest to him. And now of interest to me. He, knowing my proclivities with firearms and history contacted me to find out what I could about this particular weapon.
The rifle in question:
It’s a late model M1 Carbine in .30 I checked the serial number on the receiver (all matching BTW) and as it says
It’s an Underwood Elliot-Fisher made carbine, manufactured between January and February of 1944. I found that by going to the U.S. .30 Caliber Carbine website HERE. It also has a really nice example of the ‘Flaming Ordinance’ ball just behind where I blanked out the Serial Number.
It has the Type 3 Low Wooden Walnut stock, but lacks the sling and sling-keeper/oiler that normally ‘notches’ in the cutout to the rear of the stock. You can also see the closeup of the stock stamp:
This is, according to my research a really great example of a Ordinance Acceptance Stamp. The initials “GHD” stamped on the top indicate that the rifle was accepted by the government and manufactured by Winchester, with GHD standing for the initials of the Chief of Ordnance, while the UEF below stands for the Subcontractor, in this case Underwood Elliot-Fisher. Winchester was the overall ‘manufacturer’ but there were several subs, with Underwood (best known for typewriters back then) being the one that built this particular rifle/carbine
The patina is also proper for it’s age. In fact I did a really deep dive and found the reason that so many of the weapons at the time had that light-greenish patina was found in an article published waaay back in the day:
“In an in-house newsletter published by Inland during the war there is a picture of a factory worker dunking assembled barreled receivers into a tank of sealer. The sealer would have been the Chromic Acid Solution. Too long of an exposure time or too high of a concentrate of H2CrO4 (Chromic Acid) imparts the green tint to the phosphate coating.”
Painter777 M1 Carbine Forum Nov 2021
This was part of a discussion of how to recreate the -exact- NIB patina like this Carbine has. Another thing worth noting, is that this one lacks the bayonet mount found on later models.
After my research and our discussing it, we’re about 90% sure this was a “Grandad Bring Back” that someone just ‘dropped off’ and left in the care of the Local Popo. My Fren is trying to find out who dropped it off, so he can try and find next-of-kin, so as to do all the paperwork proper and legal. If one can be found, then we may be able to save this as well as a couple of others from the grinder. I’ll keep you up to date.
So on that note, I got to get to my Supergluing. Wish Me Luck More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations OK: The absence is because of an abscess. A tooth that broke in half the other day. I swear that’s a part of being a Generation X kid that I’m still having to deal with, and that’s the shitty mercury-amalgam fillings that now in our fifties, are failing left-and-right.
Same thing that happened whilst fighting in Tennessee for Adriana. Lost a filling at some point without even realizing it, until the tooth broke. THEN it got my full attention. This’s almost an exact replay, except on another toofus. And this time, unfortunately, I’m probably going to have to have it pulled, as the price point for a root canal and cap? Even with insurance it’s $1200 which I don’t have.
The price w/out insurance was starting at over $4500.00
And this is not a hi-end boutique style dentist.
So now I’m on antibiotics and more pain meds, with a temp-filler until I can get the infection down, THEN go and have the sucker yanked. Dammit.
So for 2-3 days, besides Divemedic’s server being under assault, I’ve been in bed, feeling like crap, having ice packs applied, until I got to see the Doc today. Now that I got a day’s antibiotics ramped up, I feel well enough to do a short piece.
Specifically on Assassin-Wannabe #2 Ryan Wesley Routh, age 58. Besides being a man with three names, and having ALL sorts of ‘connections’ to the Company-Sponsored Azov kids in the Kraine, he comes off as some goofy fucktard who doesn’t know what he’s doing.
Which to me, seems like an act.
Now, besides looking like Ellen Degenerate’s Ugly Twin Brother, Mr. Smirks-a-lot isn’t acting in a way one would expect. Too many smiles, too many grins. Hell, when they picked him up, he was all sorts of relaxed. Per the article HERE:
…Fox News confirmed Monday that Routh repeatedly smiled and laughed during a conversation with his court-appointed lawyer before the hearing started…
The Daily Wire Sept. 17, 2024
And I have a theory on this…
This fucking guy? Well, let’s look at the charges so far that they’ve hit him up with two counts: 1) possessing a firearm while being a convicted felon and 2) possessing a firearm with an obliterated serial number
Both of which will only get you a total of 20 years +/-.
Now a lot of folks have made some hay out of his choice of weapon, namely what appears to be a “Bubba’d Up” SKS and not an AK-47. It’s really too hard to tell what with the shadowy pic they have:
Sporterized pistol grip. 30 Round Mag Loooong foregrip and the classic over/under gas tube/barrel.
The closest to that would be the Saiga AK-47 Sport Rifle:
However, the foregrip on the one in the shadow? The shooter’s rifle? To my eyes, I’d say this is more likely:
That’s a Century Arms Romanian SKS Model 1956 7.62x39mm with a 20 round magazine. I’d say that’s a really good educated guess IMO.
So, the thing of it is: a 7.62mmx39 round? At 100 yards an ‘AK Round” is hard to get hits on target. Even with a scope? This mook was sitting at 400 yards. Shit, I have trouble ‘cold shooting’ at 400 yards with a .308 if I haven’t been practicing. Shooting long distance is a perishable skill if one doesn’t keep at it on the regular. And supposedly this guy doesn’t have ANY DotMil training or skills.
Choosing this particular weapon kind of reinforces that.
BUT! THAT is exactly what I think and why I think ‘things’ went the way they did. Work with me on this and follow along, let me know if you think I might be on to something or not. Things WE Know About The “Shooter”: 1) He’s a known hardcore Pro-Krainian NGO financed ‘recruiter’ and ‘activist’. Most of the NGOs he’s associated with are CIA ‘fronts’. His activity included trying to illegally recruit Afghanis and Pakistanis to fight in the Krain against the Russians. 2) He’s a convicted felon “..with a long record.” A record that seems to have been scrubbed so what he did, against who, or for whom has been a big question. 3) His social media was scrubbed, but not before the Autists got ahold of it. It shows a 58 year old crazy haired lunatic by all rights, someone who looks perfectly at home being the local nut-job. 4) He apparently has ZERO DotMil experience however made several trips to the Kraine, ostensibly ‘to help’. 5) He was initially (per usual and the playbook) referred to as a “Trump Supporter” until it was shown he’s made more than a few donations to hard left groups like “Act Blue” and the like. Then his politics have been also per usual, ignored.
Now… the question is Why did they hit him with so few and such paltry charges? Let me tell you
“Pour Encourager Les Autres” I.E. “To Encourage The Others”
My Call: BOTH of these charges are really really weak They did not catch him “rifle in hand” They did NOT have any (as far as I’ve seen reported) eyewitnesses, EXCEPT for the one chick who took his picture when he emerged from the bushes after The Secret Service Kids lit him up. And on that note: How many shots were fired at him? Who did the shooting? What caliber rounds were being thrown? Were the USS kids aware of their backstop, or lack that thereof? Where did their rounds impact? If according to all statements of where his ‘snipers nest’ are true then he was -somewhere- inside of the red circle on this map I pulled:
…a Secret Service agent patrolling the course ahead of the former president spotted a suspect with an assault-style rifle hiding in bushes around the golf course. The agent fired on the suspect, who fled in a black Nissan.”
Was said USSA aware of what was behind the potential shooter? Probably not. This was theater A first year Law School Public Defender can get this guy off.
I mean the case is weak. To play the Devil’s Advocate:
If there’s no eyewitness to the guy actually holding the weapon? If there’s no eyewitnesses to him actually aiming at OrangeManBad? The only thing they got is a chick heard some shots, saw a guy run to a car, and on a hunch, took a picture of the car and it’s plate.
The rifle supposedly has no serial number or that it was, per the news, “obliterated”. That in itself is going to be interesting in that there are LOTS of ‘potential serial numbers’ on SKS’s. The original one(s) on the receiver, the bolt, the stock and the trigger pack, OR the one that was placed on when it was imported/put together here stateside.
Either way proving that it was Re-Tardy Oswalt’s rifle is going to be a pain-in-the-ass for the Feds. Which is what they want.
They want him to go free to encourage others to go out and take THEIR shot at OrangeManBad.
Think about it. It’s cheaper, faster and easier, and a hell of a lot less work and chance of discovery IF ‘your people’ the Lunatic Leftoids see a guy who ‘took his shot’ and got away with it for these morons to go, “Hey! If HE did it, why can’t I?”
It plays into the whole reason BLM was sooo successful during “The Summer of Love” and why the Brownshirt ACAB Fascist AntiFa fuckbags are just waiting for the next “call to arms” because they know they have a Get Out of Jail Free Card“Waiting in the Wings” as they did before.
Why wouldn’t some of these glue-sniffing blue haired fucknuts think otherwise? If Mister Man with Three Names gets away with it or only gets a slap on the wrist instead of “Riding The Lightening”, you can bet that all the armed morons out there are going to be lining up to ‘take their shot’.
This also gave a wee bit of credibility back to the Secret Service in the eyes of Boomerdom and NPC ‘Muricans. “See! They did their job!”
Yeeeeeah… I’m not buying it. The first guy muffed his shot, and they’re still stonewalling obfuscating, and covering up the entire fiasco.
By allowing the Rank Amateurs to have at it?
The more the merrier so to speak.
In the eyes of the Stalinesque Bureaucracy we’ve built, if 20 people attempt it, there’s an increased chance of one of them being successful. It doesn’t even need to be before the (s)election… if the Cheeto-Jeebus does manage to beat the odds and the chicanery of the “Night of the Stuffed Ballots” well then, they’ll just keep him too busy with non-stop attempted assassinations. Who needs the whole ‘Russian thing’ if you have a non stop circle jerk of active shooters trying to kill off the Greatest Threat to Democracy int he World?
Which also is why thye are not attempting to cool off the ‘hot talk’. Hilleroid, the Demonic Shell of a Luciferian in Human Skin keeps ramping it up. EVERYONE keeps ramping it up.
Which is fine.
What they forget is eventually it becomes a two-way shooting gallery, and that the Right is running out of patience. We’ll have to see.
Greetings and Salutations! Man, Again another night at Chaos Central.
In this case, The Red Hawt Chili Pupper was the cause of this particular mess. Not her fault necessarily… just a pupper being a pupper. That being said, I think that I need to share this one out.
Meaning an opportunistic chow-hound. Which kicked off the potential unpleasantness.
After dinner last night (home-made Beef Stroganoff, my own recibe) I get a text from Gretchen from the Master Bedroom: “The puppy just stole one of my cookies off my plate!” I LOL’d and texted back “You need to watch her… she’s taking lessons from the Snausage Princess on stealing/begging for chow.” I then started back to my regularly scheduled thing, until -something clicked- in the back of my brain-case.
I called her to follow up, and she ranted a bit, as she was more frustrated than anything else. I had bought one of those ‘multi-flavor packages’ of the Publix Deli cookies, so I asked her which cookie specifically that Chili had absconded with?
“That’s why I’m mad! She took my favorite, the White Chocolate Chip/Macadamia nut one!”
That rang even MOAR bells, so I did a quick Goolag check:
Oops. Turns out that as little as 1/10th of an Ounce of nuts can hurt your small to medium doggo. POTENTIALLY lethally.
Seeings that Chili is a baby by all rights still:
We hit the ‘all hands on deck’ mode.
Gretchen has a hair client who’s a Veterinarian, so she called her. -I- have experience from my Spawn #2 doing something dumb when she was a baby, so I knew I needed some Activated Charcoal, as well as Ipecac (if it was available). Turns out Ipecac is NOT sold in CVS nor Walgreens on the regular any more. It’s a ‘special order item.’
Good to know as well Aye?
We then found out that Hydrogen Peroxide can be used to make a doggo do the ‘barf-o-rama’ if needed. The issue there is that it’s got to be fresh. NOT ‘stale’ so to speak… it’s got to have the bubbles as that’s the way it works, by having the fizzy part irritate the interior of the Puppers guts. Turns out the peroxide we had? Out-of-Date. So back to the store again.
Once we got everything in place, and dosed the pup with the peroxide, as well as the Activate Charcoal, it was time to wait. I waited until dose #2 (5mil per 10 pounds), so Chili got just under 5mL each time. Then I decided to see how much potential dosing of the nuts she got.
I took 3 cookies, thankfully they’re the ‘mini cookies’ (1 1/2in across) as opposed to the bigger 3 inch across ones, I took each one apart and sorted the nuts out from each individual cookie. I then used my digital powder scale that I use for reloading to weigh the nuts in ounces. Then divided by 3. Average amount per cookie was waaay less than the 1/10th toxicity marker. Like .05oz in total average.
It was a bit of a relief to see that, but never the less, we stayed up and kept and eye on her all night long, making sure she didn’t get hit with any toxic symptoms. In fact by 0830 this A.M., she was still running at her normal speed, meaning “High Gear” and hasn’t slowed down at all. Strange thing is that the peroxide didn’t cause her any tummy troubles at all, so I’ll be marking that off as she more than likely, like Stella, aka the Garbage Gut has a cast-iron gut. Stella can each just about anything with no ill effect… I’m wondering if Chili is made of the same stern stuff?
I do know that the Activated Charcoal had worked it’s way thru her lil system so to speak, as her morning poop was a chain of jet black turdage. She dropped quite a few Obamas off in the side yard, so I’m good with that.
So make a note of it: Macadamia Nuts are Bad News For Dogs.
Thankfully we avoided the potential Vet Bills this time. Make sure y’all do the same for your furry frens.
So no other ‘things’ going on… just the usual crap we’re hearing about “He-Said-She-Said” and all the usual crap that the poly-ticks and the Traitorous Ministries of Lies and Propaganda has been spewing nonstop for what? That past 30 years? It’s all so exhausting.
Truthfully I got more on my personal plate on the regular than I can deal with than to worry about and waste bandwidth on with them fuckers.
I’ll try and get back on track in the next day or two. So More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Well today (shockingly) went well
No meteor strikes, no nuclear exchanges, no flaming bags o’poo (that I can find), no rando-meth heads in our A.O. (more on that in a minute) and otherwise, outside of the predicted OMFG rain, and Chili peeing on the carpet, it’s been a good day.
People’s Glorious Tractor Factory even went well…
I’ll take what I can, when I can, and thank the Good Lord above for the mellowness.
The meth head comment is that as of late? We’re seeing an ‘uptick’ of general scumbaggery in the Area. We actually even had an attempted carjacking back in June? or somewhere around there at what I call MY Publix shopping center, mine in that it’s walking distance from the house. It ended rather poorly for the perp in that a former Marine literally ‘clipped’ him football style as he (the bad guy) was playing tug of was with the 70+ senior whom he’d targeted.
Truly, watching the security cam re-runs were great. Ole ‘Jarhead Joe’ had a full head o’steam built up when he hit the fucker. You could practically hear the Meth-heads ribs crumple and shatter internally. The guy got hit so fucking hard that he was knocked out, and then transported to the hospital…he woke up cuffed to the bed charged with Carjacking, Assault on an Elder… the usual shit… After this hit/arrest, they (the local Ministry of Lies and Propaganda) interviewed Joe for the 5 o’clock buzz, and he sounded rather disappointed that the perp didn’t put up more of a fight… it was funny in that the ‘roving reporter’ kept trying to interject some sort of angle that our guy was a bit overly enthusiastic in what he did… Joe shut that shit down pretty hard… in fact his answers and attitude?
Methinks Joe really wanted to lay the pain on this retard.
Good on ‘im Aye?
That being said though We truly do not hate the mediaENOUGH. As well as ALL of its employees as well.
Shun them. If you know someone locally? SHUN AND EMBARRASS as well as HARASS them.
Until the Rule of Law collapses, that’s all we can do.
After that?
Well the bodies will be piled high, the blood will flow freely. On both sides. There’s going to be ‘famous folks’ on both sides, and more than enough ‘innocents and unknowns’ as that’s the way ‘civil-not-so-civil’ wars go… Just like in that shitty “Civil War” movie where ‘Fat Damon’ asks “What kind of ‘Murican are you?”
Know that there’s going to be ‘tests’ of who/what you believe in, and there’s NOT going to be any second chances or ‘respawns’ for incorrect answers…
In fact, a quick aside: That scene? Completely unrealistic IMO. “Fat Damon” was interviewing fucking reporters FFS. The norm after all hell breaks loose? Per this quote:
If I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.
General William Tecunseh Sherman
Mainly because the movie-makers themselves don’t want to admit, nor show that any and all media folks more than likely in real life would have been killed on the spot, out of hand (most deservedly so) and with probably a goodly amount of satisfaction in having done so… “A Dead Jo-urinalist is the only Good Jo-urinalist.” they finished off that scene in the most unrealistic way possible.
To continue: The media these days? They’re just not fucking bright enough to understand that they ARE the current day Regimes Spokesfolks. And because of the tragic disconnect regarding how real war functions, and how collaborators, traitors, betrayers and their scummy ilk are usually dealt with, this will ultimately be their collective undoing.
I blame the Modern Education System
I know, I know… go ahead and laugh, but I’m pretty fucking sure that none of these ignorant fuckers have ANY knowledge of the history of propagandists… As in they have no fucking clue as to who Lord Haw-Haw AKA William Joyce, or the Japanese English propagandists that ran under the name of “Tokyo Rose” AKA Iva Toguri D’Aquino or “Orphan Ann” AKA Fumiyo “Ann” Kiyooka. Nevermind what happened to them after the War.
Ask any Jo-urinalist who these folks are, and I fucking gar-ron-damned-tee that you’ll get a blank fucking stare for your troubles.
And for those who aren’t crazy War History buffs like me? Let’s start off with “Lord Haw Haw”. Per the Wiki HERE he was an American born in 1906. Without going too deeply into it, he was essentially a Irishman (US Born) with a Catholic Father, and a Protestant Mother…
Whooo Pretty sure that had to be fun…. not.
Long Story Short: He fucked around during the Irish Troubles, but seemed to work both sides of the fence. Having read his biography, the term I’d call him by is “opportunist.” He bounced around in one form or another, working for the ‘Black and Tans’, who worked for the Brits in Ireland during the Troubles, to becoming an open Fascist at one point. He was also an ardent Anti-Semite, and in 1939, bailed to Germany one step ahead of the Brits, as they wanted to lock him up as a potential security risk.
Late 1939 William Joyce started talking shit on the radio for Germany against England. MAD SHIT Lots of propaganda… DotMil movements of Allied troops, defeats of Allied troops, the usual shit if you will… “You’re all dead!” and the classic “You’re over here fighting us while the Niggers and Jews are back at home, sleeping with your wife!” and the usual attempts to gaslight and demoralize the listeners. No idea or numbers on how effective it was, but you know it was not cool either way…
At one point he was being heard by about 6 million people on the regular, and upwards of 18 million occasionally. That’s quite the audience Aye? The Germans fucking loved him. Think “British Rush Limbaugh” if you will, except with Nazis.
He kept up broadcasting allll the way up ’til the last… His last recorded show was on April 30th, 1945. It’s not really clear IF it actually was broadcast, but at that point, WW2 was over.
Lord Haw Haw was was executed on 3 January 1946 by hanging
He was the last Brit to be hung for treason.
Then the more famous and well know, leastways to us Americans, is “Tokyo Rose“. Now this chick? Well… her IRL name was Iva Toguri D’Aquino. She was born a Nisei in 1916 in Los Angeles (of course!). I feel sort of bad in the respect that she went to Japan in July of 1941 to visit relatives, and got trapped there when the slants started their shit at Pearl Harbor in December of that same year…
Her case was one of ‘volunteered/voluntold‘ if you will. She didn’t and wasn’t given much of a choice under her circumstances. She did do propaganda broadcasts, however she was only one out of a slew of American-English speaking females… You have to understand in that there’s English and what WE speak on the daily which would be better called ‘American’. They used her to do propaganda stuff, but as to her genuine contribution(s) against the US DotMil?
Questionable at best Outright fabricated at worst… In that the two ‘star witnesses’ the DotGov used against her in 1949 were coerced in providing false, misleading if not outright bullshit testimony under threats to have they themselves arrested and prosecuted for treason as well…
Got to love our DotGov Aye? And they wonder why people email Vladimirovich Putin and ask him to nuke the fuck out of the District of Columbia, and undertake ‘other actions’ to remove the vermin currently in charge of our country???
Gee, why would these things ever happen?
In the long run, her arrest, conviction and all subsequent issues essentially were thrown out. She was ultimately pardoned by President Ford in 1977.
My point is however, is that Jo-urinalists? They have zero fucking clueas to how disposable and worthless they are. Both to their ‘current day masters’, to the ‘regular folks’ who are just trying to scrape by.
I believe and this’s my own personal opinion, is that the Media got it’s sense of ‘invincibility’ when they managed to take Nixon down. Now granted, there’s a lot going on behind the scenes that involved the CIA, and an intentional and willful undermining of a sitting President in favor of a Cabal of High Ranking Intelligence operatives, and their “Besties” who owned ALL of the Military Industrial Complex weapons and ‘stuff’ manufactories.
No one ever looked behind the curtain on that particular shytteshow. Woodward and Bernstein (really? Every. Single. Time. right?) came off as the “…scrappy underdogs who took on and ultimately forced the removal/resignation of one of the most Powerful Men in The World.”
And because of this?
We now have a bloated, retarded, incapable bunch of pseudo-intellectual trust fund babies (at best) who’ve been given every. single. participation trophy in the world, and then are “Shocked, Shocked I say!” when people push back… These fucking morons and malcontents have no fucking clue what it means to TRULY LOSE.
LOTS of them have been to “The Mog”… Baghdad, Nasiriya, Kabul… You get the idea.
Yeah they might have been under some indirect fire It’s part and parcel of being ‘over there’ BUT No matter what, they always retained that ‘ignorance/superiority’ complex I personally have run into oh so many times. I’ve had my fair share in Iraq/Affy having to deal with Jo-Urinalists. Lord Love a Duck. I can not deal with them. In fact at one point, I was being spoken TO (mind you a big difference there) I was being spoken TO as if I was some third grade retard (guilty as charged!) by some dickweed wearing his helmet, as well as his vest.
Not exceptionally outré for the “Fashion of the Day” a’la Baghdad Late 2004… In fact he was almost dead on point, except for the protective mask. I mean FFS… a promask? Not that I was having an issue with it… no no no… it was the outrageous hypocrisy I saw.
On one hand? “There is zero evidence of Saddam Hussein having Wepons of Mass Destruction. This whole war is bullshit, and the Shrub is a lair-liar-pants-on-fire Monkeyboy!”
After? AFTER one of our EOD Teams accidentally ‘popped’ a 152mm Sarin Gas binary Artillery shell and got themselves a bad dose of the “Kickin’ Chikin”?
Yeah. After that minor incident? Every. Single. Media. Joker wore their protective mask kit religiously. THIS while the entire time these fuckers were utterly and completely DOWNPLAYING any and ALL IRL examples of Weapons of Mass destruction being implemented, either accidentally (this being the most common case) to a willful deployment of some seriously bad shit that IF it’d gotten out?
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. Bad juju.
So my hatred of the Media is well known to the powers that be. My original Blogg waaaaay back when was HUGELY about the disgust and outright horrow I was witnessing in real time vis-a-vis the reports, the stories and the utter bullshit that the people ‘back home’ were getting from the “other enemy”, Also Known As our own fucking Media Companies
Of which I have now subsequently dubbed, and shall call them:
“The Treasonous Ministries of Lies and Propaganda”
Tell me I’m wrong.
But yeah…
They sure as hell hate us. It’s because of their fear and loathing of us. They truly know that waaay deep down inside that they’re nothing more than scurrilous scribners of fantastical and fascist lies that are meant to promote their own specious and supercilious superiority. That they are cowards and liars, too stupid to understand that the tolerance for their behavior is coming to an end.
And that end will not be pleasant.
As stated by far better than I We Do Not Hate The Media Enough. Wash Rinse and Repeat
Greetings! So after Poasting last night, and retiring to Ye Olde Bed, somewhere around 12:20AM-ish Gretchen and I both separately get woke up? awakened? by the LifeAlert folks calling us. Both separately, within a minute of each other… we knew when both cellies went off, something was fucking wrong somewhere….
Shit….
Seems Dad took a header on the way to the shitter and cracked his nugget again. His walker snagged -something- and down he went.
Dammit.
Sooooooooooo Queue the ‘get your emergency shit together and roll’ drill, of which, as of late, we’ve had far too many experiences with. This includes the “Oh Shit!” bag with the battle belt, a long rifle, and all the ‘needed stuff to get home’ as the place in the Villages is a perfect 98 miles from La Casa El Grande Campesino.
That’s a wee bit of a hump for this old Grunt… Lord spare us from a CME or EMP…
As an aside: This is a sling-bag that has my ‘tools’ which includes 2x Leatherman/Gerber tool(s), 2x Headlamps w/Batteries, 3x mini flashlights, 4 days worth of Mountain House LURP style compact rations, a 1.5 liter Lifestraw Bottle (actually 2 of them, I have one on the Battle-belt by itself, the other in a pocket on the sling bag), a plethora of medical stuff, as well as spare mags, spare handgun (my Smith 669 and about 5 mags loaded with some really mean hollowpoints). There’s also a shitload of 550 cord, some heating tabs and stove, plus lighters, spare batteries, a poncho and a ‘do-everything’ General Purpose Gerber Field Knife…
Socks, spare ‘other stuff’ to include my NODs.
It weighs in at about 25 pounds.
Anyways… that’s the standard grab bag. There’s a bunch of other things that slip my exhausted mind but hey… can opener, Radiation Monitor, iodide pills… I mean I have a LOT of bases covered in this compact kit. The poncho liner for sleeping is already ALWAYS in the car ‘cos I never leave home without my woobie. I got like 5 of them… The Battle Belt is a medic kit, the water bottle, and 4 spare mags of a mix of Tracer and Steel Core M855A1…
That’s the new stuff… my neighbor who knows someone, who knows someone who got me the newest M855A1 in trade for a couple of trigger jobs… cleaning up them nasty milspec AR triggers… and add on that considering they’re selling online for sick $$$?
I say well worth the trade and having a LOT of M865 tracer helps in that potential ‘bad guys’ get wigged out by “Star Wars” shooting… leastways the Hajjis ran like fucking gophers when the full mag dumps of Tracers stared cooking in…
Jes’ Sayin’
So we get there, and we find out Dad is in OK-ish shape… Couple of lumps and bumps, no concussion.
He was more embarrassed to have done the whole ‘ass-over-teakettle’ thing than anything. Neighbors all came out to watch despite the late hour…. Can’t have the Jones and Smiths talking donchaknow?
So we took Mom home, and left Dad until they cut him loose at about noon? 14:00? I lost track of time as I had a grand sum total of about 2 hours of ZZZs before this happened.
And while the Paramedics were at the house?
The AC shit the bed…
Again.
“Achievement Unlocked: Final Straw Broken“
Queue a UTTERLY MASSIVE swearing rant-a-thon… even massive by the BCE standards. I think the Pope shuddered in the Vatican at my outburst. I mean I really went the fuck off! I’m pretty sure J.C. up in the Great Beyond heard that one, and took notes, if only to remember some of the moar creative shit I let loose with to talk to St. Peter later and ask questions about one of his wayward Grunts… Call it my BCE ‘pity-party’… I had two weeks of vacation days this year.
I’ve spend ALL of them but 4 days now… ALL of them on “other people’s problems” Nothing for me. Same goes for the expenditures of any potential ‘fun bux’
<Le Sigh>
So I now have anotherand final control board on the way.
THIS TIME Dad INSISTED that he pay for it, despite his current boomer-lifestyle induced poverty. I did however find a cheaper board for $182.00 on eBay. The going rate at some of the shyster HVAC Online Scum-Supply houses have it anywhere from $500 to an outrageous $1113.00… how they came up with that particular number is beyond me…
So since ALL the repairs I did and using ALL the previously “new/old stock” now errored out, and I know that they’re OK… it leaves this last board, which I was intentionally avoiding due to the rather excessive price points… It’ll be here Friday, which means Saturday I’ll probably be out of pocket again as the Battle of The HVAC continues…
I’ve now made it to the Senior Boss Level I’m oh-so going to fucking finish this fight. Fucking Watch Me.
So that’s been the past 48? 72? Not sure. Got a few beers in me.
Greetings and Salutations. Going to be a bit of a ‘filler’ night, as I’m working on a large-ish poast that I’ve been grinding on. Politics and Observations from The Edge if you will. Please bear with me as I’ve just been so fucking busy…
My Minion at work even said to me today “You just don’t seem to get any ‘down time’ do you?” while we discussed my absence and she was getting me back up to speed for the Tractor Factory’s daily output, two-to-three day that I was in absentia. She’s a good kid. 21 years old, smart as a whip. Cute too. Had to go to great lengths to explain to Gretchen that I’m seeing her and treating her as my “Missing Spawn #2” and trying to help her out, as she’s got a few negative checkmarks as far as HR is concerned.
Being the youngest, smartest and most competent female in a place that has a bevy of older, more “Crone-Like” post wall females is never a good thing. The other whammenz have had their knives out for her, until I took her under my wing, and got her transferred to my Department, the Widget side of things.
It also helped immensely that the I.T. Commissar has been recently promoted to being the overall Operations/Office Commissar, and has the ability to quash any of the aforementioned bullshit the Crones have been trying to get my Minion fired. Win-Win in my book.
So, tonight? After a full day of bullshit dealing with truculent and miserable Clients, I decided to make a nice dinner:
Another Boneless Ribeye that I had in the deep freeze, Butter and Garlic pan-seared Green Beans, and Mac n’Cheese (home-made). I managed to time everything excatly right in that the steak came off the grill, as the beans just got done, and the Mac n’Cheese was ready to serve.
My attitude at this point is “Avē Imperātor, moritūrī tē salūtant!!!” which is a line, credited to Suetonius, said (supposedly) by Gladiators as they went to fight in the ring is translated as “”Hail, Emperor, those who are about to die salute you”.
In this case, it’s more a “Eat well, we have NO idea if this will be our last great meal.” I mean at the rate things are going? It’s a tough call… best to live for today, as the way things are looking, there may not be many meals like this in the future.
And if you take that as a Blackpill?
Well, hey… I’m good with that. I know Sapper, Gretchen and I have gotten our ‘hatches battened down’ and are pretty much in a position to ride out a lot of bullshit. I’ve also gotten a LOT of the neighbors on board with getting ‘prepped for weirdness’ and adding on the fact that where we are is a far superior location in many respects than other places (of course realizing the heat and humidity suck), but we’re in pretty good shape.
I’ll say one thing, I sure as fuck have no plans on becoming a high end “Loot Drop” for the local retards. The only thing I feel we’re lacking is in the barbed wire/tanglefoot wire and razor wire area. I need to get a couple hundred more feet of each, just to have a reserve. That and more pickets.
One can never have enough engineer pickets.
That and getting the 3D Printer back up and running. It’s been down, but due to my own laziness. I got a buttload of upgrades for it, but I’ve had oh-so-many other IMPORTANT and NEED IT DONE NOW projects, that that’s been on the back burner for a minute. Seeing that I’m going to need more battery holders, I should make that a priority.
Otherwise, feeling pretty good. Tired AF but good.
Another thing: The Poly80 company apparently shut down. Seems the lawsuits and financial losses were too great, so they’re toast. Which sort of sucks. I wanted and have been looking for the G26 lower 80% forever and one just never seemed to materialize. I had a Glock 26 for about 4 months in Baghdad (right before I left) and sort of liked that itty-bitty toy. VERY concealable. That being said though, I did NOT want to pay full price for such a niche weapon.
Yet another reason for me to get Ye Olde 3D Printer back up and running. Of course in the past, my attempts to 3D print “Glock” wannabe lowers were less than successful… they usually ended up being a pile of semi-melted cord with no resemblance to a proper frame. It’s part of the reason I went and got some upgrade kits, as a LOT of the forums out there said that the print-head on my particular 3D printer model had ‘issues’ doing Glock frames…
So I’ll update you on that when THAT shitshow gets handled.
So beyond that, I’m sort of spent writing wise, hence my cop-out with Memes. Tomorrow I head back to the In-Laws as Yes, I did get the replacement thermostat and boards, so I have to get them in before Dad has an OCD-oriented meltdown. I’ll install them tomorrow.
The cool thing is though we’ll be seeing a ‘lost fren’ so to speak. Dad’s best friend Artie is going to be there. Long story short: Artie and his wife were neighbors in The Villages to Mom and Dad forever. Like two houses down from each other. Dad and Artie were BFFs forever. Both are close in age. They hung out every day. Both were prior service Navy. Artie is Jewish (nonpracticing) and unfortunately, his wife rules him with an Iron Fist.
Two years ago, SHE decided that SHE wanted to move from The Villages to Jacksonville to live near her brother. It practically destroyed Artie. Artie had supported us financially with donations (despite his shrew-of-a-wife’s objections) in our fight for Addy.
Well, he finally put his foot down. Told her she either packed up, and shut up, or they were done, as “…leaving The Villages was the worst mistake I ever allowed you to make in our lives!” He then sold the shitass Condo they were living in, and are back, looking for a place to live near Dad.
Good on Ya Artie!
Great guy. I just wish he’d had curbstomped his out-of-control Yenta before all this went down. Now that Artie’s back, I have hopes Dad might come out of the ‘funk’ he’s been in since he left. I mean a man needs his bros right? Artie is a trip man… He saw my “Rakkasan Tat” on my shoulder and asked about it… I explained it was my Unit symbol and an “Army Thang”. He in turn let the secret out that he had two anchors tatted over the top of both ass cheeks!!!
I was like “Bullshit! A Jew with tats over/on his ass???”
He then dropped trou, and proved me wrong. Fucker does have twin anchors, a’la 1950+/- when he was in, tatted juuust above his asscheeks. Fucking legend man. It’ll be good to see him. If only to give him shit again, as I always did what with him and Dad being ‘fucking squids’…
Greetings and Salutations! Been out of pocket AGAIN! So Solly About that… Gretchen’s parents A/C was playing the “I’m Working” then “I’m not Working!” thing for the past week or so. I finally got a case of the Ass ‘cos you just can not allow old folks to swelter and die in that sort of heat…
Her Mom didn’t want to ‘bother us’…
Jeez… So I spent a couple of vaykay days to head up and evaluate and work on the AC…
Been a minute since I had to work in that kind of heat. Soaked to the bone. 97 degrees, which is OK… it’s the fucking humidity at 110% that gets me…
Even worse was/is the AC? The parts are woefully obsolete. An older Carrier model that had E-1 Error codes which means the thermostat and Board(s) are bad. And to ‘add to the fun? It has a full 8 strand wire that ALL the wires are connected to -something- that was ‘important’.
None of them matched up to what “Industry Standards” should be or currently are FFS. Vg? V+? OAT? What. The. Fuck… That’s the board the thermostat goes to, and THEN goes to another control board inside:
And the wires to that board were a soup-sandwich of extreme fuck-ed-uppedness. A tangled web of “What drunken asshole installed this shytte?!?” sort of moment.
Even worser than worse? Finding a replacement thermostat? Specifically a “Carrier EDGE” w/Boards? Some of the parts houses had them going for $300 plus, which was a budgetary no-go. So I went down and got a off the rack Honeywell at Ace Hardware for $50. I even had a coupon…
The Honeywell, while fine for NEW ACs, unfortunately does not support the 8 strand bullshit that Carrier has. I mean I was sure I could “Obamarig” it… I learned via a LOT of YouTube Vids, due to my previous Iraqi HVAC experience, and it took me a few days to unfuck what wire was what, as they do not correspond to the “regular” red = ‘hot’ black = ground and on and on…
No no.
I had to UnMonkeyFuck ALL the wires.
THEN to add to my misery, I had to figure out which ‘parts’ were noncritical to getting the Air Flowing again. My research showed that there’s a Two Stage Heater, a flex-dehumidifier and an air quality sensor… ALL (as far as I’m fucking concerned) is extraneous bullshit that can be I hoped bypassed.
I wasn’t a very happy camper Day #3 into this, especially in light of one of the videos specifically talking about this exact model, the actual Carrier HVAC Tech stated that IF you fucked up and did the wrong wire to the wrong circuit, you might cook the whole thing… which meant being like an EOD Tech in making sure I didn’t fuck up.
So I painstakingly hit Reddit, Goolag, all my resources. I still have no fucking clue what the OAT setting is… I know it’s the Outside Air Sensor, but in never discussed if it was a ‘critical need’…
In the end, I puzzled it out. 3 Full Days. No AC. I lost a lot of water weight… Now… It’s on, and it’s running like crazy. To the point the interior of the house is now like a meat locker as I set it initially to 72 degrees. Mom however due to the Pre-Dementia has forgotten already how to turn it down/up to the normal 76… I told her until I get back up there, to put on a sweater if she gets cold. Better that it’s running and working, that she should NOT to fuck with it anymore at this point.
Let Running ACs Run Aye?
I had to bypass a lot of shit to get it this far, redo a lot of the wires, and relabel everything, plus make note ‘cos I know Dad is going to want it eventually brought back up to factory specs…
I am so not going to be a dick and tell him the repair is probably going to outlast him unfortunately. Love the Hell out of the Old Man, but he is pretty OCD about ‘factory/OEM’ parts…
Which leads me to yesterday: I caught a “happy break” for once. This in that yesterday, I found a “New/Old Stock” exact replacement Carrier Thermostat KIT! It comes with the Board(s) as well!!! I have been checking eBay Diligently, and this was a new listing… like put up a hour before I found it. $70 w/$6 for Priority Mail.
The mail said it’ll be here tomorrow as the place I bought it from is literally down the road in Oldsmar. I didn’t notice that or I would have DM’d dude and asked if I could come and pick it up.
Once I get it, I’ll take one more day to go and redo the whole thing with the New/Ols Stock which looks good. Still has the clear plastic protective coatings on everything, and all the parts are present. If it works? Yay Me. If not? I’ll put the Honeywell back in, and call it good.
I’ll figure out the fucking heat when the season changes and not one minute before. I’ve already done my fill of this shit.
Other Updates: We got some pics from the BabyDaddy who still seems to be on the straight and narrow. We’ve been in a LOT of contact since the arrest of DC as it affects everyone involved. She’s definitely becoming a lil Redneck Girl…
No idea where I’m going to come up with the $$$ for a Battery Powered 4 Wheeler, but I’ll come up with something. We’re planning on going to her B-Day in October.
And she still loves watching the fishies according to BD.
That was her checking out the Aquarium when we were still fighting for her. Maybe someday we’ll get some long visitations… BD and his kin have finally come around in that the poison that DC had spread was bullshit…
Especially in light of what we found out. I called it right down the line… the guy she was with was done with her, and told her to pack her shit and GTFO of his house. She did her “usual” which is to go and play the victim, call the cops, and try to get the ‘bad man’ arrested and hemmed up. She did it to me 2x times, did it to Gretchen once, by convincing the LezboDyke Deputy that GRETCHEN was the aggressor, despite ALL witnesses contrary to that, and the time(s) that she hemmed up the BabyDaddy using the same exact M.O.
This time, the guy in question was ready Had the recording going on his phone that showed her punching herself in the face, busting her lip. When the cops showed up, and it all came out, yep…
That’s all she wrote there.
She called everyone here and no one is willing to help
All them bridges.. I think I’ll end this on this rather appropriate song:
Friends all tried to warn me But I held my head up high All the time they warned me But I only passed them by
They all tried to tell me But I guess I didn’t care I turned my back and Left them standing there
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forevermore
Joey tried to help me find a job A while ago When I finally got it I didn’t want to go The party Mary gave for me When I just walked away Now there’s nothing left for me to say
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forevermore
Years have passed and I keep thinking What a fool I’ve been I look back into the past and Think of way back then I know that I lost everything I thought I that could win I guess I should have listened to my friends
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forevermore
Burning bridges lost forevermore….
Can’t say we didn’t try… Kind of a bummer… But a Wise Man once told me: “You cannot save one who does not wish to be saved.”
