Progreso! The Yucatan (as you can see)! Chichen Itza! Which I unfortunately couldn’t hit. $$$ issues doncha know? HOWEVER! Cozumel and it’s ‘stuff’? No problema. Payday is overnight tonight. Either way, the Enfield is going to be raffled off when I get back. I’ll poast pictures up of which on it’ll be. Understand the bore on it is shytte. Damned near shot out but it does fire and is pristine. Soooo… dinner last night with the Tall Brunette went well…
The food was 5 Star. The company was about the same, 5 Star as well…
Other than that, I’ll leave it at that, and I’ll poast the touristy sites as my internet is sporadic at best… utterly shitty at worst. Hopefully in Cozumel I’ll be able to get the pics onto the lappie and poast from there. The only pic (besides these two above) was the one I took as I/We were being taken downtown to check out the scenery:
Now, the Progreso pier is the worlds longest pier according to all the info I got on the boat, and even the Google agreed:
5 Miles long. With all the security on it (backscatter x-rays and search points) it took almost 30 minutes to get downtown. Once there, We did the slow-exploration, after I pinned the “Evac Point” on my maps. The bus ran every 30 minutes, so getting back to the Boat wasn’t an issue. Since we left early, the town really wasn’t fully open yet, but this was a plus, as we were like the only folks out and about, and it was still cool temperature wise. It got as how as Iraq it felt like as we’re straight up on the equator, and that sun was physically beating down by noon….
Now, the bus was exactly the same model busses we had in Kuwait, Iraq and Afghanistan. Chinese made and your basic ‘tour bus’ with seats that were seriously undersized for my Large Western Frame… and add on the pic above?
Those big stones are part of the breakers for the waves that hit the pier… at first, I thought they were HESCO barriers, as they sure as hell LOOK like HESCOs. Between being on the same type of bus, and what appeared to be HESCOs? Yeah, mad flashbacks. In a cool way that is.
For the uninitiated, HESCO barriers were the DotMil answer to a shortage of sandbags and such. They were 5 foot? by 5 foot? (I think) by 5 foot deep metal frames (like a heavy chicken wire but waaaay thicker) and a burlap bag, which was then filled with dirt and rocks to make BIG shrapnel-proof barriers which were then put ALLLLL around various buildings in the Area Of Operations.
Then downtown, we went to what was a bazaar…
Like LITERALLY a just-like-in-Kuwait and baghdad… A souk as the Arabs call them… a roofed over open air market selling everything from hot food to household cleaners to fresh veggies… pics to follow as I said.
I stopped into said Souk/Bazaar with my companion and we went to a smol cafe… She asked “Why are we eating here? It looks dirty…” To which I pointed out that it, compared to what were obviously tourist oriented places, the fact that it was positively packed with the locals who were obviously getting their ‘eat on’ before they opened their little stalls and/or businesses, and that was proof enough to me that the chow would be first rate.
And maaaaaan I was right. The empanadas were off the chain, and the cokes were ice-cold and REAL Mexican Coke. No chemistry and tasted magnifico…
And was it dirty? Fuck yeah. This was Third World Dining at it’s finest…. I was in my element however… “Back in the Saddle” so to speak… Eating in strange local places, keeping my head on a swivel, and being left the fuck alone as I had turned up my ‘vibe’ I was projecting to “lethal” so almost everyone was smiling and friendly, as they sensed it’d be a BAD IDEA to piss off or fuck with the HUUUUGE Gringo and the chick who was with him….
GOD I love doing shit like that!!! I missed this shit man!
And then, (no pics allowed due to security) I found a Yucatan State Police Checkpoint with a whole crew of cops…
The town was positively crawling with Fuzz… (a good thing IMO) both state and metropolitan… The State Police were something right out of “Sicario”… Ford F-250s with mounted M-240Bs or M249s. I went over and talked to El Sargento in charge, and explained (and showed my ID) that I was a former Soldado americano, and just wanted to talk guns and maybe get a picture or two?
He apologized, but no pics allowed (OPSEC, which I dig what w/cartel bullshit) but we talked guns… ALL of them were running Sig P226s in low slung cowboy style Blackhawk leg rigs, with M-4A1 (full auto able) and the aforementioned Squad Automatics… I was able to get across that I was an Experto en armas i.e. an armorer and they dug the fuck out of that.
I got to get an up close check of the squad weapons… Their gear was in pretty damned good shape… used but not abused and El Sargento said that on occasion the weapons got a lot of use.
I wish them guys good luck man… they’re on the pointy end Aye? So that was cool. I picked up some tchotchkes for some frens and the usual, and then we went back to the Boat early to hit the pool. Tonight is the Adult Comedy show… I got a taste of the PG side of it last night, but tonight is the Adult Only show… it should be good as the guy was funny AF even tho he was stuck doing a PG version…
Greetings and Salutations! ….and you know we don give a fuck it’s not my birthday!
Yes In Da Club Yo!!!! Fo’ sho’ LITERALLY it’s been since Iraq when I last went to a club… which was actually a MWRO Tent with dancing and lights and such whatnot…. Now as far as my outfit?
‘Cause every girl crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man!!!
My Hawaiian shirt is a 1944 Marine Frogskin Camouflage:
Amazing how many Marine Vets have come up and asked either where I got it, or how cool it is…
Had a good night last night. As you can see… LOTS of dancing and carousing. Had a bump and grind w/a couple of 20 something hawties… LOVE dancing… don’t get a chance to do it too often And yeah, I’m a damned good dancer from what females have told me… anywho…
One of which I noticed when one of them (a tall blonde) was jumping up and down, and her tube-dress, well…. Her boobies done fell out, or I should say, her dress slipped down, unleashing the bewbage…
VERY Nice Hooties mind you…|
Me being me, I started cracking on her, and joking and whatnot… BTW: Note to y’all… If you can get a chick to laugh and keep her laughing? Yeah, it’s a great start. We’ll see where that goes. Her fren, a TALL Brunette seems very innerested! Me? I just enjoyed the dancing and the fun of it all. Truthfully, I’m not interested in anything myself
My God, it’s official I’m old. Get the fuck off my lawn.
So no partying right now… for tonight is a scheduled ‘quiet night’, as I’m a wee bit sunburned (again) from my post-breakfast hot-tub soak (ahhhhh my back needed that!) and post-soak pool time so I’m wiped…
And burned AF on my face and shoulders and back….
So in the AM, we hit Progreso, which is where the Mayans were running the show so to speak back in the day, and the ruins of Chichen Itza and ‘other’ historically significant ‘things’ are located. I’m not sure if I can hit those however as the cost of the excursion(s) there are retardedly expensive, so I just might settle on hitting the town, and then heading back to be chillin’ on the Boat whilst evvabody is oot and aboot so to speak…
Unlike the Margaritaville Paradise (the last cruise out of Palm Beach) the Tampa based Margaritaville Islander requires cash up front (which I did not know) for a LOT of shit, and I thought the tab would be settled at the end like it was w/the Paradise. On the Paradise, I could run a tab, whereas this place? Not so mucho. A wee bit pain that Aye? Soooo, it is what it is… the more you know amiright?
I do know I’m ‘reloading’ the Isopropyl and the Pharmacia is on the list of ‘must do/have’ to handle while in Mex-hee-co. As well as some Aloe ’cause I’m a wee bit torqued.
And going back to Ye Olde Boat? An empty Boat = No full pools and whatnot so a bit of quiet.
Cozumel? Now there I’ll be able to do something as payday hits on Thursday night so the account gets a ‘refill’ so THERE I’ll have some ‘stuff’ to show from there.
Greetings and Salutations! Whelp… I broke down and bought the ‘net on the Boat. So I can throw some adventures up as I go. First off: The Boat? The Margaritaville Islander.
A VERY nice (and newer) Boat than the Paradise that I was on last time. This one’s ‘central avenue’ is all done up for Christmas:
Besides being nicer, the beers are cheaper much to my relief.
Of course I’m did/am doing the “bottle of Isopropyl” like I used to do in Iraq. That’s triple rinsing a new EMPTY 91% alcohol jug, and ‘reloading it’ with Everclear… So now with the free lemonade and strawberry kiwi, I ‘juice it up’ with some octane, and hey! Bob’s your Uncle!!!
So I got that going for me!
I am having a raffle after this to defray costs. A basic M-4 from the collection OR I can do one of the Enfield MK4s. Y’all tell me. Which do you prefer?
Now on the way ‘out of town’ we went UNDER the Sunshine Skyway Bridge (in the background) which was cool AF. The sunset was cool too:
As Filthie would say, I got them Crazy Eyes
This Boat even has a water slide! PLUS three hot tubs Oh, and before I forget, THIS crowd on the Boat? 85% or better ALL whytte. Sooooo relaxing. Now some of these amenities? Mind you I -think- it’s a wee bit much for a Boat, but what the Hell right? The food on this one is ALSO superior, so I got no complaints! Except I’m bent my diet is out the window AGAIN!
Greetings and Salutations! Sooooo many things… First off, MANY thanks for the kind commentary on my helping out with Miss Daisy… she really appreciated all the kind words and whatnot as well, as she IS a reader here. Also… in response to the questions of the “Players” in this here place, even tho JimmyPX had a pretty good grasp on it, allow me to elucidate y’all a bit.
SAPPER: My bro. My strong right hand, my torpedo. AKA “The Gray Man” as he’s so innocuous and blends in to any and all crowds. A former combat engineer, he did a full 4 year tour before I met him, mostly in Korea. Great guy. SOLIDis the best term and someone I’d take a fatal round for. He got ‘voluntold’ that he’d be babysitting me when my first divorce happened as the rest of my frens were terrified that I’d go loco and decide to go ‘operational’… not afraid for me per se, but that I’d have done a lot of bad things before I got stopped… he’s good like that.
MISS DAISY: 92 years old… Originally one of Gretchen’s former BF’s mom. Nice guy… I met him as they had stayed ‘cool’ so to speak… He unfortunately died (as did his brother and father, all before Age 55… bad ticker syndrome) and she stayed close to her. I also have, and since I haven’t really got a fam anymore I’ve spend moar than a few holly-daze doing what I did this past T-Day.
DC: DumbC*nt. Simple as that. Gretchen’s millennial daughter. Lost custody of….
THE GRANS: There’s two. Addy and the RedHeaded Nukular Firecracker. BOTH are awesome. We fought to get custody of Addy after the whole shitshow w/DC Totalling my truck. Either way, Addy is doing great and whelp, the RedHead is awesome as well…
DEADDAD and MOMUNIT: Self explanatory. My ‘rents.
SPAWN #1 and #2: My kids, pretty much permanently estranged (bummer that one). One (Boy) is doing great as far as I know, and the other is…. well not sure… she said she was trans last I heard… no idea… I compartmentalize it… easier that way emotionally speaking….
STELLA THE SAUSAGE PRINCESS AND THE RED HOT CHILI PUPPER: My doggos. AWESOME doesn’t begin to describe them.
RANGER J: My bro from Iraq. Former Ranger. Just had his #1 Spawn (a son) making me and Sapper Funkle(s).
I think that covers it for the cast of characters around here. There may be others occasionally mentioned, but for now, that’s about it. Now New News. Curse Cyber Monday!!! I’m off and out for another adventure. This time to Mexico. Progreso and Cozumel to be exact. I mean why the Hell not? So far, just to make a list, I’ve been to (in the past 45 days) by my count:
Georgia South Carolina North Carolina Tennessee Arkansas Mississippi Louisiana Texas California The Bahamas and now? Add Mex-Hi-Co to the list.
So if I’m out of comms, you know why. I leave at 1400 tomorrow. I mean why the fuck not amiright?
Part of the reason is I got the COLA bump on my retirement which is helping defray the cost, and also, I’ve never been to Cozumel, so why the fuck not? As the man once said:
Who am I to say otherwise? So More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Whelp! Sapper got us home! Not for a lack of trying from all the reee-tards and knuckleheads on the road that’s for damned sure. There were a few points where I debated if shooting them would be considered ‘defensive driving’ as there was no “Road Rage” involved… just the cold reality that some people on the road should not be and are absolutelydangerous behind the wheel. The Hindu in the semi who was on his phone texting when he tried to ram us off the road as he was drifting -so badly- it scared me enough (as I was navigating and the gunner) to unlimber my .45 and chamber a round…
I figured if he hit us, I was going to roll the window down and mag-dump as we’d be dead anyways… Thankfully the fucking twat ‘woke up’ and then almost overcorrected where he almost ditched into a ravine, which would have been sweeeeet. Alas however, Mister Hindu-Dindu recovered…
Now whether or not he survived the Highway Patrol is another thing, as when I realized we weren’t going to become roadkill, I called the emergency line, and dimed the motherfucker out… Sucks to be Singh I suppose… serves the non-American fucker right.
Deport. Them. All.
So… LAST night I had ZERO Blogability left in me, as well as I had ONE MOAR MEAL to cook… namely a beef stew… a simple but flavorful and healthy meat-on-yer-bones jobber…
An easy recibee: BCE Stew:
2x Pounds Stew Beef. Brown it first, don’t cook all the way through. Add to slow cooker. 1 Full ‘thing’ (stalk? bunch? who knows?) of Celery, sliced. 1 Bag Chopped Carrots 3 Tablespoons Diced Garlic 1 LARGE Onion, Diced 6 LARGE Taters, Diced Bigley 4-5 Tablespoons Italian Seasoning Salt and Pepper to Taste (add as you go… like I said, to taste) 1 Quart of Beef Broth
Add water to cover when everything is in the slow cooker Then, after 3-4 hours on High, Add either 4-5 bags of the McCormick Brown Gravy Sauce (the $0.89 cent ones) which I did, and then I had to add a wee bit more corn starch to it on top of the gravy packs… otherwise the broth is just watery… this thickens it up, and adds some density and flavor…
It usually takes about 6-7 hours to cook fully:
Now, as an added bonus, one of Miss Daisy’s neighbors came by to drop off a freshly baked loaf of sourdough bread… it was a killer loaf, and matched up w/dinner perfectly:
The crust on it was magnificent. VERY hard to cut without a proper bread knife… it practically laughed at my Shun blade…
I’m mad jealous. That’s one skill I lack… I can’t bake bread to save my ass… DeadDad was a bread-master. Me? Notsomucho. Never have been able to figure out the why of it… even my automatic breadmaker that Scoutergreg gifted me, I was only so-so with, whereas Gretchen could bake her ass off with it Dammit.
So… after we chowed on some EPIC grub, it was time to tray up the leftovers for Miss Daisy to have some MOAR great food for later:
Unfortunately, only 9 meals out of that, but truth be told, it was a smol crockpot. Overall however, it was a total of 47 meals I was able to put together and pack her freeze and deep freeze with:
Those are all doubled on layers in there BTW. We also got her some ice cream as you can see.
So overall, a great but busy trip. And OtherGran sent me a picture of the Nukular Powered Redhead looking coot as all get oot:
Yep… I’m starting a savings fund to assist with the orthodontics for her… I mean right now she’s in ‘cute mode’ but those fangs are going to need some work sooner, rather than later. Either way, that smile positively melts me. She spent T-Day up with OtherGran’s Fam in Upstate New Fookin’ Yawk… hence the cold ass gear she’s wearing…
In fact that was part of the hairy part of the trip home this AM… 0700 it was hovering between 30-34 degrees with rain on the Mountain Miss Daisy has her Redoubt on… made the first two hour leg out a wee bit hairy if’n you know what I mean…
However as you can see, I made it, so I got that going for me.
Greetings and Salutations! No rest for the wicked I suppose. Even when I’m doing a good deed. As they say, no good deed goes unpunished, especially in this fallen world I suppose. I got (not rudely) awakened initially at 0500 by Miss Daisy who apparently is an early early riser, much to my horror.
Damned man… can’t a negro get his beauty sleeps?
It was the smell of the coffee that roused me from my crypt. Sapper as well. We both came out looking like Death Warmed over, and had a cuppa, and then I went into “T-Day Mode” meaning that I started my brainium in figuring out ‘what needed to be made first, how long it’d take, and then what was next.’
See, when I do this sort of thing for Miss Daisy, I cook my ass off non-stop. Usually two-three BIG meals. Then I use some single serve food take-a-way containers to box up and freeze a shitload of meals as otherwise? She’s stuck eating goyslop as she’s just too old to ‘do’ a full on meal for herself. It’s just the fact that no one in her immediate fam does squat for her that burns me the fuck up…
She’s been eating shit faaaaar too long IMO.
So, I started simple. A basic meat base Bolognese Meat sauce.
I was able to start with that, and at 0700. It stewed while I got the bird to room temp, and then around 10:00 once I prepped the Turkey, I jammed IT into the oven, which it had about a 4+ hour ‘ride in the roaster’ so to speak.
At 11:30, I boiled up 2 pounds of rotini for a light lunch.
The ‘extras after we ate our ‘lite lunch’??
Into the foil containers.
15 meals into the deep freeze.
Her dearly departed son Barry had a BIG deep freeze that he had for when he went hunting, and now? It’s stuffed with ready-made meals so to speak. I wasn’t near done however…
Every hour I kept working the bird, as well as the fixin’s.
I ended up doing two HUGE trays of food, one Italian Mac n’ Cheese, the other my first X-Wife’s Italian Sausage Dressing:
BOTH trays, as you can see were magnificent.
Sapper, on the other hand, used his Martial Skills to assist. The Army DOES teach useable skillz yannow? Namely Peeling Taters.
He, as you can see, took the job seriously, and did a great job and the mashed came out fantastic.
Then the only thing left was the Italian green beans (noticing the trend? Yeeeeah… that’s what I get for being married to a Sicilian for 20+ years LOL) The recibee for the beans is easy… on bag of fresh green beans (pluck the ends off each bean, the most laborious part IMO), then melt 1/2 to 3/4 of a stick of salted butter in a pan on medium (5) and add two HEAPING spoonful’s of fresh diced garlic. Brown the garlic for about two minutes. Throw in the beans, and ‘stir-fry’ them. If you want them ‘limp’, turn up the heat to high, wait 30 seconds and braise them by throwing some water in to steam them. Then serve.
About that time I also threw a smol honey-baked slice ham, about a pound, pound and a half into Zee Oven. I came out as well very very well. Didn’t really have to do anything w/it… but to me Turkey day ain’t done UNLESS there’s ham available. This was already a pre-cooked jobber, all I did was heat and serve really, BUT my timing was impeccable…
As a bonus, Sapper had made a home-made from scratch cranberry sauce BEFORE we left Florida, so it’d gel nicely (which it did) and THAT came out AWESOMELY. The very very last thing was a batch of Hawaiian sweet rolls, and BAM! We had a dinner
It was off the chain good…
Oh yeah, I made gravy too, using a base stock and adding the diced guts and drippings… I swear Miss Daisy was eating like a prisoner who’d been on starvation rations… which she sorta-kinda was… no worries tho, she’s fine… it was just she loved the home made factor…
AND
Tomorrow? I have a Beef Stew I need to make and feed her, then freeze. Breakfast (late morning) is going to be scrambled eggs and bacon (which she has onhand) and then Beef stew for dinner for us, with the leftovers being deep-freezed again, giving he at least a month of seriously good eating, nevermind when I get done slicing and dicing ALL the turkey carcass, and making insta-meals for her.
So, I’m done
Done Done. More later, I’m crashing… it’s been an 18 hour cookfestivus. My back is moidered. I’m wasted. But It’s been worth it… This’s God’s Country And HE reminded me of it after Dinner
11 Hours in the car… Of course it didn’t stop the Sausage Princess from immediately getting lovin’s from Miss Daisy
It’s full-on dark here and we’re crashing. So Happy Thanksgiving to one and all… I’ll be cooking ALLLL day tomorrow as we’re doing it up right. More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Welp LOTS of info flying out of the District of Criminality at Sodom-on-the-Potomac about two National Guard kids getting gunned down. Not a lot of info other that two guys have been shot by ‘someone’.
Now… whether they’re alive or not is still up in the air.
What we DO know is that two National Guard kids got shot by a single individual near the Farragut West metro station. Now this’s about 800 meters +/- from the Whytte House which locked down as soon as this happened. OrangeManBad is down here in Florida apparently so there’s a nothingburger there.
However, ONE of the guys? I have to say that I’m not hopeful.
One of the pictures I saw on Twitter
shows (as you can see) what appears to be a black kid with a head wound… the Uniformed Secret Service Guys were –trying– to help him, but the pic showed a short-cut afro’d kid with a HUGE pool of blood under his head while one of the USSS is trying to work with a compress on him, while the guy on the left?
The look on his face tells me this is a hopeless endeavor.
There’s another pic out there of what appears to be some fat nekkid Hajii looking motherfucker strapped to a gurney.
OK STAND BY BIG NEWS/HOLD UNTIL LATER OK My man Ranger Jay texted me (and we moved out post-haste) that his wife had delivered (three weeks Early) a healthy baby boy!
Fuck…. It’s nice to get some good news!!!! So “Ranger Jay the Second” made it out.. the green light flashed early, and he made it down to the D.Z. where he’s now safe with Momma and Da.
Shit like this makes me teary-eyed. And now, not only am I a Papi/Grandad, but now I’m a (F)Uncle! (That would be either a ‘Funky’ or ‘Fuckin’ Uncle, take your pick….)
How cool is that!?!
Maaaaan this’s so far been a good month The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away, Blessed be the Lord. Amen.
So… to continue the rage-a-thon I was on BEFORE I got interrupted by the text letting me know that RJ2 was on the way, while I was waiting on Sapper to get out of the shower, the new broke as to WHO done did the deed in D.C.
This’s some Bullshit… per Fox News:
The gunman accused of shooting two National Guard members blocks from the White House the day before Thanksgiving is 29-year-old Afghan national Rahmanullah Lakanwal, three law enforcement sources confirmed to Fox News Digital.
Lakanwal, an illegal migrant who entered the U.S. after the withdrawal from Afghanistan, overstayed his visa granted under Operation Allies Welcome, sources said.
Authorities are investigating the shooting as a possible act of international terrorism.
FBI officials confirmed the two West Virginia National Guardsmen remain in critical condition.
OK Too easy Start shooting the Afghani “Rapefugees” on sight. Fuck ’em 90% of them are like this POS motherfuckers. If OrangeManBad had balls, he’d put a bounty on Illegal Afghanis. Take the ones who ARE ‘good guys’ (terps and whatnot) and put them in protective custody.
THEN go full covenant Men, Whammens and Children Kill. Them. All.
It’s time to bring the Crusades back. Sword and Fire. Change my mind. Tell me I’m wrong?
Considering I have seen and know the Afghanis from a 1st Person Experience???
Waste ’em. Waste ’em ALL…. Nothing of value would be lost. Call me brutal. Call me irresponsible. Call me unreliable. Throw in undependable too.
But wrong? That ain’t happening.
Name me ONE IRL Afghani who’s worth a shit and I will NOT take that bitch that the UN went and crowned some sort of bullshit ‘peace ambassador’ as there’s no way in fuck she survived an AK round to the head… shit like that does. not. happen.
Otherwise, slaughter ALL of them who are within our borders, cut off their heads, slather their corpses in pig fat when you dispose of them, and mount their heads as a warning to ALL those fucking followers of Islam that we ain’t fucking around anymore.
The glovesneed to come the fuck off. We’ve coddled, hugged, made nice and generally allowed our “Whytte Guilt” to override our survival instinct, mainly due to a smol-hat-big-nosed tribe. I’d say it’s time to start stacking bodies.
LOTS OF BODIES
I mean fuck… They’re doing it to us, and IF they were the majority, they’d do it en-mass and enjoy it. What really kills me is that the smol-hat tribe is so inbred and stoopid to NOT understand that we’re the only reason they haven’t been extinguished as a race
Lord knows they deserve it
As it’d be natural selection. Too stupid to live FA-FO, the Full Racial Erasure Edition.
My BIGGEST problem with MoustacheManBad? He was weak, corrupt, and failure at what he did. A shitass weak assed attempt. Loser.
A real baller would have made sure they never got a chance to do what they’ve managed to perpetrate over the past 80 years.
That being said, Alas Babylon! I guess… Make of my rant what you will.
So… Lots of plusses tonight, and prayers for the fallen. Time to take OURS BACK Whether the fags on the Left like it or now.
Let them dare to stand between us and our righteous rage I gar-ron-damn-tee they’ll fold like a lawn chair when faced with Reality, as they so often do.
Meh. It is what it is… another day on this side of the dirt (for whatever reason that is). A wee bit down as really outside of Sapper and Gretchen and one other, that was about all I got for HBD greetings. Nothing from the Spawn (not that I expected anything) but nothing else from anyone as essentially I’m a pariah for this here Blegg…
Being upfront and not putting up with people’s bullshit can be costly. “Their truth” and whatnot is something I personally can’t abide by. Truth is Truth. No more, no less. ANY and EVERY sinlge time I hear “My truth” or statements along those lines I knowI’m done… no matter what…
Really a damned shame TBH.
But… It is what it is. Ain’t the first rodeo as they say… MANY a B-Day spent overseas w/out so much as a present or card from the fam sent to me. I know b/c I have every. single. card/letter/drawing from the Spawn that X#1 sent in a folder that I used to cherish… maybe I’ll just burn it all so I no longer have the pain of seeing what I lost? Dunno…
Either way. Adapt, Improvise, Overcome and FIDO/CM. Fuck It, Drive On and Charlie Mike, Continue Mission.
So on that, a throwback to the Old I.R. Report I found:
Bob Owens… ANOTHER Life snuffed waaaay too early… And I’m still not convinced (despite the reports) that he iced himself out. I think –someone– decided he was a threat, and had him ‘removed’… Rest in Peace Bro, I’ll look for you on the other side…
I knew Bob as his “Kuwaiti Connection” during the whole Franklin Foer Debacle… The Baghdad Diarist Bullshit which you can read about HERE. They don’t credit Bob at all in that article, but the reality is HE was the one who blew the story WIDE THE FUCK OPEN and I was his “man on the ground” in Kuwait. I was a regular reader of his blog, and when the story about that miserable “still-needs-his-teeth-kicked-in” faggot Scott “Wannabe” Beauchamp’s story came out, I emailed Bob, and thus our frenship got established:
The link to the whole story is HERE I screen capped it for brevity BTW.
So yeah Re-Reading that ‘stuff’ and remembering Bob fondly, as well as ‘other things’ the amount of history in the 57 years I’ve been bouncing around on this big blue and green orb, the shit I’ve been a first person observer for is actually fucking staggering.
I mean just shit I’ve seen? There’s so much that I’ve seen, never mind participated in.
Truly, a mind scrambler.
So… after that bit of self reflective pity-party horse-shytte, let’s move on to some humorous bullshit… like the stories that came out recently desperately maligning MustacheManBad alllll over the web… namely the whole “Adolf Hitler had a Teeny Dick” stories…
It’s pretty obvious that a ‘certain Middle Eastern Tribe is desperate to come up with –something– to TRY and distract from them raping men and killing children, so the “Hitler Had a Micro-Peen” was the first attempt, and of course, it failed spectacularly… I mean I have to give them an “A” for effort in that they must have paid everyone to get this story out…
The problem? So fucking what!?! A.H. died on April 30, 1945 (supposedly) That was 80 years, 6 months, 30 days ago.
What in the ever living blue-balled incelated fuck does A.H. having a micro-dick have to do with ANYTHING!?!
Oh yeah… as a distraction. A.H./MustacheManBad equals Evil, so Jews killing kids is cool.
BUT It didn’t work. So…
The next trickl was to show how ‘righteous’ and ‘good’ Jews are by rolling out some fucking asshole hebe who claims to have survived 12 fucking Death Camps.
Quite the fucking accomplishment.
One of Two things:
Either he’s a fucking lying fucking Jew Grifter OR The Normally HIGHLY efficient Germans, who supposedly managed to murder 6 Gorillion Jews in FIVE YEARS –somehow– managed to MISS this ONE fucking guy… and not only miss killing him, but moved him around like he was a rockstar on the fucking Concentration Camp World Tour!?!
No fucking shit Aye?
You can positively smell the desperation coming out of Israel.
They know the gig is up… Expect MOAR bullshit and Izzy-Based “purity tests” in the near future. In fact I wouldn’t put it past them to make it a law that in order to have a job, you have to take an oath to the Izzies or no job.
Anyone want to take that bet?
Didn’t think so. So that’s the rant for tonight. As it is, Thanksgiving I’m planning on heading up to see Miss Daisy, who IS still alive and kicking at 92, so I’ll poast from there if and when I manage to figure out things and unfuck my sit-rep here.
Greetings and Salutations! So a change of speed tonight. I got together with a bro who I met through this here blog, who’s a local, and a really cool cat, so he came by on his way out whilst ‘oot and aboot’ as for the most part, I’m a bit of a shut-in.
Not that I don’t like meeting folks and hanging out, but mostly I prefer on MY turf as I’m… I dunno… still wrapped a bit tight when it comes to local meet ups. Like my other buddy B who lives right up the street… he asks me over on the regular, and I feel bad in not going by, but I’m I dunno… PTSD? weirded out? Being off Ye Olde Home Turf… it’s not comfy for me yet.
Leaving the Area altogether? No issue…
I can pack up as y’all have seen and gone ‘downrange’ out of pocket with no issue… but going up the road to someone else’s A.O.? Someone I’m -just- getting to know? For whatever reason, it weirds me the fuck out. (Hope that Helps you understand me a bit more B! It ain’t a you thing, it’s a ‘me-being-cray-cray’ thing)
Anyways, b/c of this, Mr. Man came by with some books and a show and tell… we exchange good reading on the regular which is cool as we BOTH have a love of literature as well as weaponry. He’s prior service as well, so hanging with a vet is a plus too… in today’s case, he had (what he thought) a Russian rifle with him that he wanted me to check out. A very basic .22 rifle.
Come to find out, it was pretty f’n cool!
The rifle itself appeared to be based off of a Mauser-looking/styled bolt, and had a stepped-down barrel. The markings on it were at best, somewhat crude in their stampings, and the overall condition, well to be honest I’d rate it at NRA Very Good to almost Excellent.
Now MY mistake was to forget to take pictures as I didn’t realize I was going to do a poast about it. He’s sending pics to me NOW as I write this, but my bad in not realizing just how neat this thing is.
The stamping on the barrel collar has a marking “IMC2” and “1978” prominently on there, with what appeared to be a 5 digit serial number. I checked out the IMC2 and found out that it’s NOT a Russian rifle, but a Romanian rifle.
Found on the web BTW…
The Romanian M69 was produced from 1969 to 1989 to serve as a training rifle for the Romanian population. In 1968,Ivan sent tanks into Czechoslovakia to put down a minor ‘disagreement called the “Prague Spring”… i.e. the usual Springtime Student rebellion kind of thing that happened in the Warsaw Pact throughout its entire lifetime…
Seems Romania was on the Czech side on that one, and their DotGov called to rally the people to join “paramilitary Patriotic Guards” groups in order to bolster the defense of Romania itself. The problem however was that Romania at the time was flat-ass busted broke as fuck. NO $$$ for weapons. And when they called for people to do their patriotic duty? Suddenly they had hundreds of thousands of people, men and women, who joined up to the point every community and factory had its own Patriotic Guards unit!
Which meant they needed something to train the Volk on.
Enter the M69. A .22 caliber, Mauser styled rifle fed by a 5 round magazine. It has a 23-inch barrel, which uses a hooded front sight, and a three-position rear folding sight.
Now while typing this, Mr. Man sent me one of HIS rifle itself, taken just a few minutes ago:
Now his has the bolt to the rear, but as you can see, for a rifle made in 1978 it’s pristine. And the rear sight that I just mentioned, as well as the barrel-band markings (minus the S/N) is as such:
And yes, I know the pic looks like it said 1973, but trust me, it’s 78…
So the overwhelming attitude towards these things is positive.
The major negatives are the trigger (heavy and a looooong pull) and the style, is that it’s very “Warsaw Pact” in its raw, almost brutalist manufacture and utilitarian design.
The trigger at best has a LONG assed pull before engaging, and then once it does actually engage, it feels like it’s being pulled over sandpaper or broken glass… yeah… it’s that gritty.
And as to speaking of the “style” of said-rifle? When people talk up Communist era rifles they like to brag about function over form, this rifle takes that to an extreme even for Ivan and his subsidiaries… I mean even the buttstock has an AK/SKS style spring loaded steel round ‘door’ with a storage compartment for cleaning supplies… I wouldn’t doubt if that butt plate was interchangeable with Romanian AKs and SKSs of the time TBH.
Overall, for what he paid for it? It was a steal.
As I told him, he’ll be able to pass it on to his Grans, and if maintained, they’ll be able to pass it on to their Grans as this thing, as far as I can (and reports about it) say that it’s pretty much unkillable.
And for shits n’grins, I pulled up the M69 on Gunbroken (intentional misspelling as that’s a pretty accurate description these days) and found that there are the usual Fudd “I know what I got!” assholes selling it at retarded prices, and one that while still having 8 days left in the auction, is at least, for now selling for what -I- consider a reasonable price for a non-rare Soviet Era Warsaw Pact .22 training rifle:
The $299.95 is not the Fudd Gun I was talking about but THIS one here:
Looking at the pics, it is in NO WAY in as good a shape as Mr. Man’s nor the other rifles in the auctions I poasted about above. In fact that $425 one is fucking worn the fuck out that I can tell…
ANOTHER thing that’s coming in the near-future is going to be what I’ll call “The Great Gun Depreciation” when the majority of the BoomerFudds start dying off en mass. And no, none of y’all here are of that ilk… so don’t start with me on the “You hate all Boomers!” and whatnot…. this’s a straight observation and I know I’m dead-nuts-on right about it…
See, the MAJORITY of gun-toting Boomers?
When they die? The MAJORITY of their weapons are going to start showing up either at Polizei gun turn ins (worst case scenario) OR more than likely, sold in HUUUUGE masses via consignment by their kids and/or grandkids who never got “into” guns like the majority of us who come here and love us some firepower… A LOT of Gen X never got into weapons. AT ALL. And since there’s no connection nor interest, they’ll be dumping Dads or Uncle Johns VAST collection of firearms on the open market.
And what happens when a LARGE amount of -something- that was previously hard to come by ‘suddenly’ gets dumped in large amounts on the open market?
Prices crash.
The same thing is going to happen with Classic Cars.
In fact, I’ve heard that the Classic Car Market has already crashed the fuck out, as NO ONE can afford to spend $40-50k on a 1969 Camaro in this current economy. Why wouldn’t the same happen with ALLLLLLL them M1 Garands that the Boomers bought for $25 post-war when they were 16 and held on to? And you and I know there’s a metric fuckton of them floating around out there in various gun safes nationwide….
I’ve already seen this in action in a smol town by one of the Hot Springs north of me… it has got, or I should say had a VERY LARGE Veteran Community that in the past 5-8 years has seen a massive die off. Now when I say “Veterans” I mean the majority were World War Two and Korean War vets. Since this’s a Hot Spring that I’m talking about, a LOT of these vets moved there specifically for the rejuvative and medicinal qualities that a natural Hot Spring can provide…
And when they cashed in?
Well, the majority of the relations took the firepower Grandad and PawPaw down to the local gun shop and put it up on consignment. That’s where -I- had stepped in and went “Oh Holy Hells!” when I got there.
See, Gretchen and I had taken whatever holiday it was off (a 4 day as I recall), and gotten a hotel room, and had passes for the weekend to the Hot Springs. -Somewhere- in the trip, I realized I had fucked up and not packed the proper ammunition for my 9mm. I had gone to the range the weekend before, and the magazines were loaded with 115 grain FMJ ‘training rounds’ if you will. NOT ‘warshots’ as I call them.
I know it sounds really dumb, but IF I find myself away from the house, and don’t have ‘good man stopping ammunition’ for my weapon, well… that’s wrong, wrong, and wrong in my book. Sure, 115gn FMJ is fine in ordinary circumstances, HOWEVER it’s not great for a one-shot situation. I prefer a round that’ll fuck someone up to Hell and gone over just a solid FMJ ball that just ‘goes right on thru’ so to speak….
So I mosied on down to the local firearms store to get some good defensive 147gn +P Hollow-points to insure I had the kind of defensive round I prefered. And as I said, I was amazeballzed by the weapons they had on hand.
Oh Holy Hells!!! was an understatement
The front counter had a no shit M1918 BAR sitting on the display case as I walked in:
No shit, it looked just like that. Just newer if you can believe it…
It was a WW2 ‘bring-back in a duffel’ and had the amnesty paperwork to go with it… Of course I think they wanted like $20,000.00 for it which was a <gulp!> OMG lot of $$$ for it, but it ALSO came with ALL the accoutrements/extras and ‘stuff’ that would have been issued with it…
File under “Thank The Good Lord I don’t have great credit nor a credit card that could support such a purchase.” amiright?
This store is Trouble with a Capital Boldface “T” for people like us IMO. Mortgage? Electric Bill? Water Bill? I know not of what you speak of. “….did I show you my AWESOME Reich-Marked Kar98 I got with this 1941 matching number Walther PPK that has bring-back paperwork showing it was a Gestapo Agents personal weapon??? How cool is that!?!”
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah…..
So…. back to the BAR. Grandpa wasn’t fucking around when he brought his BAR home I can say that for damned sure. There were ALSO in the various display cases a HUGE amount of Luger P-08s (to include a RARE Long-Barreled Artillery Model), Walter P-38s and surprisingly a slew of Mauser C96 Broomhandles for what -I- considered to be short $$$ at the time… like $3k +/- each, some of which even had number matching buttstocks w/integrated holsters or in one case, the wooden holster that WAS/IS the buttstock itself (rare AF for a original to be around still)
Never mind the GINORMOUS amount of Nazi Flags/Memorabilia and the like… it was a WW2 time-warp. I talked to the owner who explained that generally, when ALL these local old timers “kicked off”, the majority of the kids were from New York or Jersey. And because of the draconian gun laws up there, and well… the overall general negative attitude towards guns that folks from that neck of the woods have if you will, they have/had no interest in, nor ability to deal with ANY and ALL the guns and such that they found in Dad/Grandpa’s stashes postmortem.
So they invariably found their way to Mister “Local Local Local Gun Dealer” who then took them on consignment.
Which reminds me, now that I have a positive cash flow, I need to look at heading back up there… I have a ‘secret lust’ for a C96 personally… I’ll take one in either caliber, just as long as it’s functional and sexy looking… in fact I personally think the Mauser C96 is one of the sexiest handguns ever made.
Change My Mind (Not!)
I think it’s because it was used as the basis for the BlasTech Industries DL-44 that my main man Han Solo was slinging back in Star Wars…
Childish? Maybe. But oh so cool IMO
So on that note, I got a ton of ‘stuff’ to deal w/tonight.
Took the dogs out for the evening deuce, and needed to recheck the perimeter as there was a ‘probe’ the other day which I’ll maybe go into at a later date. Nothing big, but enough to be worrisome. Not enough to deploy any countermeasures yet but enough that I added a camera and some new coverage of what was a minor blind spot.
