Greetings and Salutations! This’s becoming a Queen song I swear man…
Hegseth fired yesterday/todayNavy Chief of Staff Jon Harrison because Harrison, an unusually powerful aide, reassigned staff meant to support newly confirmed Navy undersecretary Hung Cao, undermining Cao’s role and consolidating control.
All I can say is “Who’s next?” at this point
Dropping like fucking flies man… Just a quick one tonight… And as you may have noticed, I added the Spot Gold and Silver Monitor to the side… Just for casual observation donchaknow?
Greetings and Salutations! Chung Mee: “Opium is my business. The bridge mean more traffic. More traffic mean more business. More business mean money. More money mean more power.”
Lawrence Bourne III: “Yeah, well, before I commit any of that to memory, would there be anything in this for me?”
Chung Mee: “Speed is important in business. Time is money.”
Lawrence Bourne III: “You said opium was money.”
Chung Mee: “Money is Money.”
Lawrence Bourne III: “Well then, what is time again? Tom Hanks ‘Volunteers’
Always loved that movie… Yeah, as said in the comments, so much ‘stuff’ going on out there these days the information overload is in the beyond Red Zone. A positively OVERWHELMING amount of ‘stuff’. Between the whole Kirk fiasco and then the out-of-left-field Marine(s) shooting up two different locations, BOTH with casualties… I think the one in North Carolina was 3 KIA and the Mormon Church ended up with 4? KIA?
THAT particular one… VERY Odd that one… Literally a guy who the Leftard Media practically salivate over. Veteran w/PTSD? Check AR Style Rifle used? Check Trump Supporter? Check Voated Repugnican? Check (last I heard that is)
I mean this guy is exactly what those fucking jackals in the Enemedia pray for. And yet….
The silence is deafening.
Things that make you go Hmmmn…. Makes you wonder if -someone- waaay on high told them to ‘pump the brakes’ on this particular story. The Jarhead in North Carolina, while his exact motive hasn’t been released, his past history is fraught with cray-cray lawsuits and whatnot, so he’s a nutjob IMO.
The guy who ‘did’ the church? An uber-anti-Mormon extremist from my understanding. Fell hard for some ultra-hardcore Devout Mormon, and when he didn’t conform (like getting his ink removed) she flat out shitcanned his ass… and he blamed the Church and it’s Elders.
Otherwise… And onto the next episode…. Seems we have another Perfumed Prince from the Potomac who called it quits:
Seems the above-mentioned Gen’rul Fenton, the (now-former) SOCOM Commander called it a day.
When I told Sapper this, he was a wee bit perplexed “Wouldn’t the head of SOCOM be like a fire-breather/blood drinker?” I too, was a wee bit curious, so I looked at his Wiki:
Hmmmn Yannow what I don’t see in what would appear to be a heavy award-ribbon and achievement rack?
NO C.I.B. Which for you civvies is the Combat Infantryman’s Badge. He’s got the E.I.B. That’s the Expert Infantryman’s Badge at the top. -I- have an E.I.B. Never earned the C.I.B. No shame in my game… Dis fukkin’ guy however?
To be the head of ALL SPecial Operations worldwide??? And not have a C.I.B.??? Uh…. yeah. Add on his ONLY commands listed are United States Special Operations Command, Joint Special Operations Command, the then Special Operations Command Pacific? Yep… a Perfumed Prince for certain.
NOT a trigger puller. I mean FFS his degree is from Notre Dame and in Business Administration. Even his ribbon rack positively screams “Palace Pogue”… The Defense Distinguished Service Medal, the Defense Superior Service Medal, and 2x Legion of Merit? Those are given out to field grade occifers who don’t shit on the floor or catch the clap for two consecutive years (or so I was told by my friend the Major). And the three Bronze Stars?
Yeeeeeeeeah… I watched an ENTIRE company of Rear Echelon Motherfuckers on Camp Victory ALL get awarded the Bronze Star one day in 2004… ALL of them were clerks and jerks… Pogues who never went outside the wire but got the Bronzie for “being under fire” while my boys from 2/8CAV who were kicking doors nightly in Sadr City could get an award to save their asses….
Good Fucking Riddance. All I have to say is NEXT!
ANd on that note… things are good right now… went at J3’s urging and got de-hobo’d so to speak… The hair and beard were getting a wee bit out of control, so a cleanup was in order:
I’ve looked worse… The scale also tells me I’m down 15 pounds… so I got that going for me as well…
Greetings and Salutations Yeeeeeeah… I had step waaaay awayto adjust my ‘timing and headspace’ as things around here got a wee bit depressing. A LOT of different things that just pretty much left me utterly mentally drained. To the point I even quit drinking completely.
Which is a plus, but not conducive to my creativity as a little ‘synaptic lubrication’ via some ethanol intake makes it a wee bit easier to cogitate some of my ‘stuff’ when I put the fingers to the keyboard. So, I had to ‘reset’ the thinking meat back into the ‘on’ position…
I’m really sorry to have freaked y’all out.
It makes me feel really appreciated and I thank you all for the concern. To the point I got a text from her (as she is checking this thing on occasion) saying y’all were wondering if she tried to poison me. Nope. Not the case. She did come by and gather a bunch of her stuff w/her brother (he’s a great dude for a Navy guy), which left quite a few open ‘holes’ around the house… furniture and whathaveyou which was part of the bummer, as I know it’s done-done now.
Hence my radio silence. However, I am resilient so onward. The other things that have gone on around the world as of late have been so utterly insane as to leave even one normally loquacious sumbitch such as myself as to be speechless. LOTS of weirdness… One of the only things (outside of SecWar’s speech, which I’ll go into in a bit) that I’ve been closely monitoring has been the prices of silver and gold.
Currently, as of this moment, silver:
Which is down from an all time high of $48.22 at opening today at 08:13EST. And gold? Hoo boy…
Which is down from an all time high of$3908.90.
The fact that they’ve gone down as it did tells me -someone- intentionally tried to get it to go into a slide. I’ve monitored precious metals since I was a kid. DeadDad and MomUnit got Fedbro and myself into it at a young age as a way for us to ‘invest’ our $$$. Instead of buying stupid shit when we got $50.00 from Grandma for Christmas, we’d either save up for a one ounce Gold Coin or get a few ounces of silver.
Man… selling that shit oh so many years ago… Young and dumb I was… I had amassed quite a treasure chest worth of coins from back in those days… like 75 ounces of silver and like 5 ounces of gold… in American Eagles, Maple Leaves and one China Panda. After Spawn #1 was born, and I had gotten out of the Army, I sold it all in 1996 for what by today’s standard was a fucking pittance (like $200 per oz for the gold and $8-10 for the silver) but I needed the cash at the time, so hey… It’s only money.
By today’s standard that would have been a LOT of money…$3500 in silver and $19k worth of gold…
Ugh.
It is what it is. I’m debating on getting a tattoo of that on my chest in 3 inch boldface font… I swear I am….
The killer is even now, those prices, accounting for the fake and ghey markets and manipulation of inflationary standards, gold and silver have always been sorely underestimated and undervalued. It’s intentional as when we were on a true one-for-one silver and gold standard for money, and not the current “Money Printer Go BRRRT!” fiatbux the economy was faaar more stable and operative. There is, outside of some insane jubilee (never going to happen IMO) or a conversion over to some electronic bullshit crypto-coin (what they appear to want to have happen) the economy is on it’s last legs.
Myself, I think we’re going to keep seeing a sloooow unwind.
Of everything.
The economy, morals, laws… you name it.
It’s going to be more “Bladerunner” than “Mad Max” I think… Leastways I also hope it’s that… that’d be better than “The Day After” for damned sure…
Now… Pete Hegseth, love him or hated him gave a “Out with the fatasses” speech to the 800 oh so fat and worthless senior “Perfumed Princes on the Potomac” aka Generals and Senior NCOs in a meeting. He came right out and said the Warrior Spirit is going to be first and foremost on the new agenda, and anyone not onboard was welcome to GTFO.
Not a bad speech IMO.
And what do you know?
The four star, the Vice Chairman of the US Air Force Global Strike Command up and retired the next day.
One down, several to go.
I will give the guy credit however… he didn’t come right out against anything that was said in the speech… he didn’t burn any bridges per se. In fact this retirement maybe for personal and family reasons… but personally I think it has more to do with the regulations regarding his retirement…
Which a LOT of these fucktards seem to be forgetting about.
Miley could be and needs to be stripped of his retirement for treason which is exactly what he did when he went behind OrangeManBad’s back and told his counterpart General Joe Chink that he’d warn the chinks if OMB was going to try something with them… That’s fucking treason.
And as a retarded Gen’rul, he should know he can still be called back to active duty and charged with treason, stripped of ALL his retirement, rank, and in this case, put up against a wall and shot. Which in this case I think that fat fuck deserves no less.
Because Fuck That Guy.
So yeah… that’s about as much ‘steam’ as I have for today. Again sorry to worry you guys so much but hey… sometimes a dood gets wore the fuck out. I’ll try to do better
And to the fuckers commenting on the cleanliness of the kitchen? Considering the maid has been gone for a while, yeah, its a wee bit funky, but fuck it… we used to drink from garden hoses and eat dirt when I was a kid, never mind how nasty it was in Iraq, so this ain’t shit. GFY.
Hey Gang! Got shit cleaned up. Will be back tomorrow. I’ve also been sick… exposure to smol hoomon(s) that probably passed on the cooties from school. Body Aches Puking The ‘reeahs Man I’m worn the fuck out. More Later Big Country
No Idea, No Clue. Someone got in and purged a bunch of my poasts. I’ll try to restore as I go but just FYI if I’m out of contact, it’s b/c I’m chasing some shit down. I’m trying to figure it out on my own… it looks like -someone- got into my PC here and used my cache to open Ye Olde Blegg.
No idea who did it (and no, I’m sure the soon to be Former Miz BCE had nothing to do with it, as we have a deal regarding this… I actually had a good meetup today w/her) but I’m on the hunt. More Later BCE
Greetings and Salutations! Got hemmed up last night on a project for The Boat.
Hence my absence. Back when I decided to go ‘Full Contractor’ with The Boat, during one of the “Prime Days” a month and a half ago or so, I found a a rooftop rack for the truck that had a pretty decent price, as well as a coupon that saved me some additional shekels. The problem was when to do the installation as there’s two types of weather here in Tampa…
Too hot or too wet.
As of late it’s been a combo of both.
However we did have some rain the other day that allowed the night (last night in particular) to cool off enough that I was able to finally do the assembly and installation of the rack.
It was thankfully a pretty straightforward job in its assembly.
It’s ALSO large enough and from what I can tell sturdy enough for my liking. It has a 250 pound cargo rating, so that’s another bonus.
My rationale is that like in Iraq, I want to make sure I can stash an extra full size tire and rim, plus be able to externally haul ammo cans/water cans/cases of rations what have you like I did back in the day in Iraq:
Maaaaaaaaaaan I miss that truck…
My 2006 Semi-uparmored ‘Burban.
I got it in trade from a maintenance Company that needed a lo-boy trailer. I was going to have it shipped home on the down-low (in a 20 foot container, sent to McDill) but ‘things happened’ and I didn’t get a chance to pull it off unfortunately.
The Boat is also going to be sporting a Hajji-Squisher like Godzilla (that was it’s name BTW) had in a paycheck or two down the road as well. I mean why the Hell not? Considering that the way things are going? I mean I did get home a lot of the Kevlar door panels that have now been installed on The Boat as I think it’s prudent to get into “Mad Max Mode” sooner, rather than later Aye?
Better to have a ‘battle wagon’ than not amiright?
I also just realized something…
The Boat and Godzilla share that same gold-ish/tan color.
Neat!
I also sanded the hood and front bumper a wee bit as the paint is DOA and the fiberglass of the hood itself was starting to get messed up and had a little bit of delamination due to the UV damage. By sanding it, and eventually (probably tomorrow) priming it, and ‘rattle canning’ it with a couple of layers of clearcoat gloss, it’ll look a LOT better than what it currently is.
I also was busy making sauce
The last ‘bottomless bucket of sauce’ finally ran out, and we’d been without any sketties for a week or two, so I started off cooking up 5 pounds of ground beef (80/20 mix for those who want to know):
I seasoned the Hell out of it, then drained it.
While that was cooking I used the Air Fryer on “Grill” and did up a dozen Mild Italian Sausages, which I then diced into rounds, and added to the pot:
For grins and giggles, I then cooked up a package of pepperoni in the same pan I’d done the beef in. Mind you, I lightly pan-fried it up, and then drained the excess oil off as well. Once done, it too went into the pot:
Sausage, Ground Beef and ‘Ronis?
Check, check annnnnd Check.
Three large cans of plain tomater sauce, 2 smol cans of diced tomatoes (I like some textured ‘maters in my sauce) and then seasoned it alllllll over again to make sure it’s got the right flavor and then hey!
A pretty decent meat heavy sauce. Damned near an “Italian Chili” to be honest… Thick as all git oot and GREAT on sketties…
So that was last night… Oh and I forgot… there was also Weapon Maintenance as well. On the new piece:
Damn Palmetto State and Zezzle An Italian made Beretta ‘Cheetah’ 84BB in .380 For $299 on clearance.
I carried the same piece in Iraq back in the day as a ‘backup piece’… ammo was rare and hard to come by but it was a nice lil peashooter… easily concealable, a large grip and a 13 round magazine. The one I had in Iraq had the smooth wooden grips (which I’m keeping an eye open for to add to this ‘un)… The reason for this purchase (besides the outstanding price-point) is that it gets added to my “Guns of Iraq” theme where eventually I own a model of ALL the firearms I had over there…
The bitch is going to be sourcing my Dragunov…
Looking it over, it hardly has ANY ‘wear and tear’ for a former police weapon. It’s truly in remarkably great shape as you can see…
The springs are tight, the slide is actually really hard to pull back as the mainspring in ‘like new’ and overall?
Like I said, NO ‘real’ wear and tear… The barrel is pristine:
And tomorrow, Sapper and I are going out to Cowboy’s place to bust some caps we hope, weather depending. I’ll then know if it shoots worth a damn, as well as the Glock .45 which needs to be tested as well…
So that’s the beginning of the weekend. Hope y’alls goes nice and smoothly as well as mine currently appears to be doing!
Greetings and Salutations! Sooooo a wee bit of a interesting changeup here in Florida!
Seems that as of September 25th of this month “Open Carry” will now be legal here. Seems that the ruling from the 1st District Court of Appeal stated that the law regarding Florida’s nearly 40-year-old prohibition on openly carrying guns, contending that it is unconstitutional due to recent U.S. Supreme Court rulings.
Namely Bruen and other laws. That being that “The Supreme Court’s 2022 decision in New York State Rifle & Pistol Association, Inc. v. Bruen struck down New York’s strict “proper cause” requirement for obtaining a concealed carry license, ruling that it violated the Second Amendment. The decision declared a constitutional right to carry a handgun in public for self-defense and established a new framework for evaluating Second Amendment challenges, requiring gun regulations to be consistent with the nation’s historical tradition of firearm regulation.”
So cool on that. Now, I’m not one of these assholes who plans on running around open carrying an AR because I can. The reason -I’m- pleased with this is NOW I don’t have to worry about ‘printing’ anymore. A BIG problem I have (as do many others) is that in order for me to do the ‘concealed carry’ is that UNLESS I’m wearing a circus-tent sized shirt, I ‘print’ like a motherfucker.
And any weapon I can carry fully concealed is a wee bit too smol IMO for a good defensive carry. I mean my Smith 669 is a good CC, BUT I really DON’T want to carry it as it’s getting hard to find them, as they’re collectible, and IF I have to use it, it’d vanish into the maw of the ‘just-us’ system, which to me is unacceptable.
So Now? I can carry my Glock .45 and NOT worry about the whole printing issue which is AWESOME!!!
So I got that going for me… Otherwise, I’m still avoiding Poly-Ticks. Although a few memes out there caught my eye:
No shit right?
No Lies detected….
Yep. So the only thing I’m going to comment on it the rifle that was ‘supposedly’ found an attributed to the shooter. The picture that we have is not the greatest, which I’m pretty sure is intentional. The one I got with the best resolution is thus:
Now… A couple or three things ‘jump out’ at me right off the bat. One is the scope placement. That sucker is so far back that it positively would have given the shooter a ‘scope-eye’ black eye. It’s LITERALLY as far back as it could possibly go. Normally the turrets for the H/V adjustment would be about midway along the bolt… not in this case.
Number Two is the mounts themselves. Is it me, or does that front mount look like it’s bart of the barrel itself? Like as in the chamber looks strangely oversized without a seam?
Now because of that, I went down a wee bit of a ‘rabbit hole’.
As many of you commented, a Mauser Actioned .30-06 was pretty common ‘back in the day’. And as we see here, it does appear to have a Mauser style bolt-rear. The thing is, that appears to be a new stock… composite/plastic from the looks of it.
According to a LOT of sources out there, it was supposedly given to him from his Grandfather…which if true makes sense that it was an older rifle passed down to him. HOWEVER
I’ve only found ONE RIFLE with a similar set of rings and action that even comes close to this one:
Up to and including the rear screw and weird angle of the front ring mount… What say you? Even (despite the exceptionally blurry pic) the rear of the bolts appear to match up. There’s only one major problem
The rifle above?
It’s from a McKay-Brown rifle… in this particular case a $21,000.00 sold-at-auction rifle. David McKay-Brown stopped making rifles back in 2021 when he semi-retired at aage 80. He was/is considered the ultimate rifle/shotgun ‘small batch’ custom gunmaker. His weapons are world-renowned for his unbelievable craftsmanship.
So I’m pretty sure that that CAN’T be a McK-B. At least I sure as fuck hope it isn’t. BUT Like I said, I’ve been doing some insanely deep dives trying to ID that thing, and let me tell you, I’ve been pulling up a dry hole so to speak. If anyone has a better idea, let me know.
Also, as far as the whole entry/exit wound issue. I want to know, no matter WHAT it was, Where was the cloud of spatter!?! Almost every. single. person. I’ve seen shot (and unfortunately, I’ve seen quite a few) there is, invariably a spatter/cloud of flesh/blood that goes along with a bullet entering and exiting. Usually the exit wound is VERY messy… to the point one poor bastard who caught one next to me?
I had to wash chunks of his brains out of my hair afterwards…
VERY messy/gross/PTSD inducing…
So as cold hearted as it sounds? Where was Charlie’s splatter factor? I mean the fountain of jugular blood was about right, but there was no pink mist/flesh spray like you’d see with that shot… and considering how he was shot with a .30-06 which just happened to be the main round used in WW2 in like ALL our primary weapons from the Springfield 1903A3 and the M1 Garand, as well as the M1917/19 Light Machine Gun?
I mean even watching old battle footage from back then, you can SEE the clouds of blood/flesh and splatter when the GI’s are lighting up either Herman-the -German or Luke-the-Gook…
Charlie getting hit? Nada. Zip. Zilch. How Bizarre, How Bizarre…
No spatter… No clue on that for me… which is really odd… Add in that for -some reason- Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, or as I like to call him “NutjobYayhoo” came out and strangely stated that the Izzies had nothing to do with CK’s death…
No shit amiright?
Make of it what you will… too much weirdness going on out there. I’m just going to hunker in the bunker, and on the off chance I have to leave the Casa, at least NOW I can do so geared up appropriately without fear of getting hemmed up.
I also in the exceptionally near-future will be doing a writeup of another project I finished recently that has been in the works for a few years. It was a money issue but now, I finally managed to get it finished… and it’s going to be cool AF IMO.
Greetings and Salutations! Currently I’m too tired to think. I got maybe 8 hours of combined sleep from Friday until now. The fishing was fantastic and since it was sort of like being on a combat op, I’m still a bit woozy from the lack of sleep. Granted I wouldn’t trade it for anything right now. It was well worth the time and effort and J3?
Dude is a God among Frens for that hookup.
In fact I’m really enjoying the whole post trip analysis.
Part of my issue and pre-trip reticence was that when I last went for a deep sea fishing trip, I was like 10. I spent the entirety of the trip seasick to Hell and Gone. Leastways that I can remember. DeadDad didn’t fare too well either as I recall. I guess that “Mal de Mer” runs in the fam…
That or we’re “Natural Borne Grunts”
Myself? 100% Grunt, thru and thru.
See… Dramamine/Sudafed/all the other ‘cures’? T’ain’t none of them work worth a damn on me. All they do is make me extremely sleepy, which means I’m blowing chunks whilst halfway into a coma. No fun at all to say the least.
So that being said, The Scopolamine Patches that Doc Samizdat hooked me up with? Oh Holy Hells Batman!!! I owe Doc another bottle when next we meet up. THAT shit worked like a charm!
So as you all saw, the first night home, I cooked up some pan seared and fried Blackened Snapper over rice. It was (of course) off the chain as I mean it was so fresh it started ‘twitching’ when I dropped it in the pan to cook. I also when I first got home realized that I had SO MUCH of it, I just had to share with my next door neighbor, Miz Ellen.
Miz Ellen is my church lady next door neighbor.
She’s a 80+ year old Born-Again Christian Black Lady who I really dig… she’s been a great source of intel on the local comings and goings, and keeps me in the loop as to what she hears and see in general around our local A.O.as she’s wired in in her local church. She’s been here since I first moved in back in 2005. My first X was so asocial that Miz Ellen never really interacted with me, nor my fam. Afterwards (post deeee-vorce from Frau #1) when G moved in w/me, G got Miz Ellen to open up, and she’s been cool with us ever since.
Even more so as during the Hurricanes we’ve had in the past few, I’ve made sure Miz Ellen’s house was secure, windows taped and helped her with anything she needs. Heavy Lifting being the #1 request for me and Todd… carrying in her flats of bottled water and suchlike.
So since she’s on the ‘cool kid list’ I brought her over a half-a-filet. Now… understand getting Miz Ellen to accept ANY food/gifts/help is like pulling teeth. She “(I) …don’t want no charity!!!” as she’s put it from her POV which I can respect, not that she needs it… however, for this offering, I explained that this fish was so damned fresh it just had stopped squirming, and to give it a shot as it’d be the best she’s had I’d wager. She reluctantly took it, and hey… Mission Accomplished.
Now… the next night (Monday Night) she came out while I was walking the doggos. Normally she doesn’t come near the two puppers as she’s deathly allergic. In this case however? She came blasting out, hugged me and told me that “…in all 83 plus years that God has graced me to live here on this here planet, that was the best fish I’ve ever had in my entire life!!!” She apparently was overjoyed at the gift. Told me she wasn’t sure to begin with as she was supposed to cook up some fried chikinenz, but switched out, and was thankful she did!
I told her she was welcome and to let me know if she wanted more. She thanked me again and bailed. Until this afternoon.
Around noon the doorbell rang while I was on lunch… seems it was none other than Miz Ellen bearing gifts! Now, she’s the head of the food pantry at her church, and in the past when they have too much, she’s dropped off the occasional care package here at the Casa. I guess since the fish was such a hit, she dropped one off today as a ‘thank you’ which was cool AF IMO.
I of course then got to show her the pics of the trip, which impressed the Heck out of Her, and then, I ran inside and gave her another full filet this time. Needless to say she was beyond grateful again, and to me? It’s good politics to have the local Head Black Matriarch of the Local Church in your corner so to speak.
Good neighbors and all that. She’s in the past even teased me when I scream some racial epithets when I do something stupid… she’s really cool like that.
So that was yesterday.
Tonight? Well besides me getting ready to crash the fuck out early AF as I’m tired-tired-tired? Well dinner HAD to be made and I had almost two pounds of mixed leftover fish left that needed to be cooked tonight no matter what… some parts were amberjack, some were snapper, and one of them bags has my triggerfish meat as well…. but I’m pretty sure that that wasn’t in this bag… either way…
I started off by making a beer batter. I used the leftover blackening spiced to season the batter:
THEN I pat-dried all the remaining chunks, and pre-seasoned them with some MOAR of the blackening seasoning:
I got the deep fryer set and ready, and laid out the wire rack to cool off the post-cooked fishies. Little known thing: When you deep fry a chunk of fish, if you don’t ‘air dry/drain/cool’ the piece, it’ll get all soggy on the side it’s laying on. Pro-Tip: Let it drain on a wire screen/rack like you see… it’ll keep it’s all-around crispiness instead of all going super-soggy.
Jes’ Sayin’
I dredged and dropped each piece, and cooked them for about 4 minutes, 30 seconds… then I pulled them, and let Sapper get his ‘feed on’
The ‘tater cake’ is a breakfast hash brown. I realized as I was cooking that we didn’t have any french fries to cook up, so this was the substitution. I mean what the Hell? It worked right?
So the next thing was to ‘wash rinse repeat’ which I did, and my plate ended up looking like this:
Needless to say… I’m so full….> UUUUURP!!!! < Holy Crapola!!!
Man… talk about “Goodness From The Sea” I just may have to forego the next weapon purchase and look at a rod and reel. Seems there are day-trip fishing expeditions out of Saint Pete that’re short and cheap… granted if you DON’T have any luck, well that’s the way the cookie crumbles.
HOWEVER
Red Snapper at my local Publix? It’s $22 a pound for ‘previously frozen’ Red Snapper. $75 for a six hour tour (my, how positively ominous Aye?) and IF things play out? It pays for itself in many respects.
So that’s tonight’s intel dump. My brain is still trying to process a lot of ‘junk’ and I’m NOT up to speed. I’ll attempt to get better, but it’ll be slow going.
Greetings and Salutations!| Now, for those in the know, J3 was the Righteous Retired DotMil dood who hooked me up with the Boat. Now part of the naming will become clear as I go along, but just bear with me as it has been a LOOOOONG weekend to a certain degree.
Shortly after getting the Ultimate Gift, AKA “The Boat” J3 asked if I was interested in doing a deep sea fishing trip with him, Friday to Sunday. I had to think it over a wee bit as the only other time I did a deep–sea fishing expedition, I lost like 10% of my body-weight via MASSIVE amounts of Projectile Vomiting.
So naturally I was a wee bit hesitant to say the least…
Therein started the pro/con list, and after a bit of self-debate, I figured why the fuck not? I mean if I die? I die. Nothing I haven’t faced before.
Soooo, I did have a ace-in-the-hole by way of Scopolamine patches. Seems that the old ‘truth serum’ drug combats motion sickness exceptionally well. Throw in a handful of Ondansetron, which is an anti-nausea drug, and allll the bases were theoretically covered.
And in reality? Fuck yeah they worked. ZERO issues for the whole trip.
My exceptional thank you to Doc Samizdat who, on hearing about my potential issues, shot me a script to my local Walgreens, who promptly filled both of them. For those unfamiliar Doc is an occasional blogger and substacker who writes about the intricacies of the Modern Medical field and just HOW utterly fucked our system is…
He also treated her boobie-cancer with mad success
Anyways, once I got ‘patched up’ with the scopo’ and the ‘tron, I was ready to wrastle a giant octopus!
We left out for the dock at oh-dark early, and whilst on our way there, a beautiful sight popped up in front of us:
Not one but two rainbows. Me being a wee bit of stupid-stitious, I took this as a sign that this trip was going to be cool AF and all was well overall.
Now I didn’t get too many pics, not did J3 as we concentrated on fishing and the like. Add on the cameras we had were our phones, and there was a wee bit of chop we had to deal with, we only took pics when it was safe to do so, which is why there’s a paucity of pictures as opposed to any other event like this. As cool as it would have to document the whole evolution, the reality is I nor J3 could afford to lose our phones. So this’s what y’all get, end of story mmmmmmnnnn-kay?
The way things ran was the boat initially took us our for about 4 hours. Once we go on station, everybody dropped lines and we went from there. The bait was a mish-mash of guts, whole mini-squids (my favorite that I used to great success in landing my 4 red snappers) as well as heads from ‘other fish’ that some of the guys had caught.
Now shortly after getting to ‘Station Number One’ I, the ORIGINAL “Big Country of Fame and Lore”™ dropped my line, and waited…
The peace and quiet… Startling to say the least… So… as I sat there with J3
-I- suddenly got a hit!!!
I fought the fucker pretty well until he was exhausted… Once I got him onboard, it turned out that he was/is a hefty red snapper… not bad for my first fish in almost 35 years amiright?
So after the fight was over, I reeled him in enough and one of the mates on the boat assisted to ‘unhook’ and stash (the now renamed snapper to dinner) it in the ice box.
It came in at about 15.5 pounds.
Not a bad start Aye?
He’s now gracing MY freezer in the form of some exceptionally HUGE filets which in turn are waiting-to-be tasty grub. Now… this went on all weekend long.
The rule of the game is that the boat would move out for an hour, hour and a half and then stop. Not sure -how- they (the Captain and the crew) gauged where it’d be a good spot to drop lines, but invariably, all the stops were good. I’m figure fish-finder sonar/radar or the like. So it was very much like some Infantry encounters we used to have back in the day… scoot, followed by ‘shoot’ (i.e. dropping our lines) and then after two hours, we went back into ‘scoot’ mode.
I’ll be honest… I missed a few of the ‘shoot’ sessions as I was soooo tired from some ‘other issues’ that cropped up right before I left. Being emotionally exhausted and THEN having to climb onto a boat rigging for full-combat fishing ops? list that under “Shit that was uncool”… and on that note I’ll just leave it at that.
J3 had himself a blast as you can see:
Getting him to move from that point probably would have required a torpedo hitting us… and even then?
Hmmmn I’d say it’s a tough call… he’s a retired Bubblehead who literally saved the USS San Francisco SSBN when it ran at full steam into a previously unknown and uncharted underwater sea mountain in 2005.
The San Fran ran smack damned into the mountain, and the ENTIRE Front End got crushed in like a beer can. 1 KIA, 98 WIA.
CPO (Chief Petty Occifer) J3 was the one who saved EVERYONES Ass and man, I got nothing but MAD respect for guys like that… anyways not to cut it short but…
Either way BOTH of us had a ball.
We also had a visitor named “Crush” show up:
When the sun went down, two big ole turtles showed up, apparently (according to J3) that they were/are attracted to the lights the boat used to illuminate the whole area of operations.
So essentially we did the “fish-on-fish-off” thing from oh dark early, until we got in this AM at 0300.
Right before we went in, J3 took this pic of me, which I really sort of dig. A beautiful sunset or was it sunrise? Hard to say as I’m still sort of a ‘lunchbox’ right now…) and me just -chillin’ for the first time in years… ZERO expectations, no need to please anyone… no-nuthin’ A true Zen moment if you will…
As it was, that was my ‘last line of the mission’ had the meaning that I’d either catch something OR as more commonly the outcome, that IF my bait got snatched, then I’d call it a day and ENDEX (End Exercise).
In this case, I was actually forced to shut down as the Captain fired up the engines, and that, is as they say that.
When we got back, the boat backed in, and we prepped to disembark.
…and yes, the boat is called “The Sea Trek”
Seems the owner is a Trek-Geek No problem on my end… I too, am a Trek-Geek as you all know.
Once we got in, the mates started pulling ALL the fishies out of the cool-box storage spaces and laying them out on the dock so we could figure out whos was whos:
That’s a whoooooooole lotta fish ain’t it tho?
Now the way we distinguished ‘who’s fish belonged to who’ was via a zip strip. Each color indicated who the fish was owned by so to speak… J3 and I had yellow zips which distinguished ours… a fairly easy fix amiright?
The mate, once we had landed a big fucking fish, well the mate would grab that sucker(s) and then would grab a zip strip and run it usually through the mouth and out the gills, where THEN we had an ID marker, as well as a convenient carry handle. As you can see
Those right there were my catches…
Not a bad haul.
I unfortunately hit my 2 fish limit in the first two-hour run. I was then left to harvesting Vermillion and Triggerfish, and ‘trading’ to guys who didn’t get any Red Snappers.
All in all, a pretty fair setup.
So, after we got in, for an addition negotiated price, two of the mates from the boat went nuts with the filet knives and carved up out overly-full cooler:
Filled to the bloody brim eh wot?
After our doods w/the knives got done, we ended up having this to show for it:
Alllllllllllll filets, all the time.
Call it about 100 pounds of the freshest fish that you could ever find. I took 3 bags, and left the rest with J3 as Sapper and I LOVE our fish, but I didn’t want to have this go into freezer-burn mode, and from what J told me, the pile that he had after doing our split?
He said it might last a month, maybe two.
So overall, a fantastic, relaxing day that mellowed me, allowed me to gain some Zen and Clarity which as of late has been sorely lacking in my life, and that NOW I’m doing much better.
I owe it in no small amount to people like J3 and his lovely fambly, as well as his wifey who allowed us to go out like big boys w/out a permission slip LOL.
Now I have other interesting things to speak of regarding J3, but I’ll save that for later. Needless to say, he impressed the Hell out of me (for a fucking Bubblehead/Navy guy) and I can see this as the beginning of a glorious fren-thang.
Nope… what I want to continue on about?
MOAR FOOD!
Namely what happened when I got home. It seems that part of my ‘share’ was a couple of big, thick chunks of Amberjack. According to J3, you need to move quickly on Amberjack as it becomes pretty grody if you don’t use it ASAP.
So I went and did something similar to what J3 did on the boat… which I forgot to mention, J3 was the unofficial cook on the boat whilst we were oot and aboot. For the first dinner we had that night, he took a Red Snapper that LITERALLY had been caught not 4 minutes before and had the mates clean it, skin it, and filet it, and deliver it to him in the galley.
No bullshit man….when he threw it in the skillet, it was still fucking moving man!!! It reminded me of some of those YouTube vids of people in China or Japan who’re chowing down on a fish that’s just -laying there- gasping for breath as people are literally chowing down on the poor thing still fucking alive.
Shades of Hannibal Lector anyone?
A bit much for me Call it my empathic side. But I can say for sure, you cannot get much fresher than that.
So, since I had to cook up the Amberjack, I went with J’s idea. I made a Blackened Butter Seared/Cooked Chunks of Fish, served over rice.
I prepped it according to the Master Fishmonger’s (J3) guidelines (that’d be J3) and then mixed up my dry spices. Once that was done, I melted a full stick of salted butter, and then reduced the heat juuuuuuuuuust a wee bit. I needed it to cook and not torque the stuff right?
Over all, it looked great and smelled ever BETTER
The only problem I encountered was that halfway through the cooking, the chunks were oh-so-wanting to flake apart. Somehow I managed to keep it under control, and the other side got a nice glazed cooked covering of the spices:
Oh yeah baby….
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THAT is a meal just waiting to make sweet love to my taste buds right? It was so bad that ALL the animals, Chili, Stella, Bob AND even Beans were circling the kitchen… they had NO IDEA exactly what was on the menu per se, but they knew it was going to be good.
And sure as shit, it was (past tense intentionally):
Oh. My. Sweet. God. In. Heaven.
Once I laid the chunks o’fish onto the bed of rice, I then scooped out and poured the remaining butter/juice runoff over each plate, which only enhanced the flavor.
Needless to say, Sapper was happy AF.
Him being from Minnesota, as landlocked a state as you can get? Considering in the modern age that yes, yes they can get what ostensibly is considered ‘fresh’ but in this case? Let me tell you, when you can see the meat of the filet ‘twitching’ as it goes into the butter on the pan?
Yeah baby… that is fresh-fresh.
To say he was impressed is an understatement
So that was my weekend… this past weekend at least…
Now, outside of THAT, there IS something I DO need to address…
Namely just who the cute chick I went to visit in East Tennessee the previous weekend is. I have to say, the level of grade school harassment I’ve gotten is borderline crazy as fuck. So… let me ‘come clean’ if I may… if only to dispel any bullshit floating around out there in the blog-o-sphere.
Said aforementioned female loves me to death, and I feel the same as well, if not more. It started some years ago, and I don’t ever see this changing, at least while I’m still alive. It was unfortunately a short visithowever, we both made the most of it.
In this case, she’s probably waaaay too young for me, (plus it’s not that kind of love you perv-os) and her love for me is so pure, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t quite ‘get it.’ It’s not a problem however, as in the long run, I’ll never lose my feelings for her.
Any guesses yet gang? Well it’s pretty simple:
I went to see Adriana!
And it was awesome!!!!!!!!!!! When I pulled up to the house, she came to the front door, saw me, and started screaming “Dada!!!! Papi is here!!!! Papi is here!!!!”
God did it feel good…
I got her a “Hello Kitty” ‘marshmellow?’ stuffie with a witch theme for Halloween, and she was thrilled.
Stuff like that and fishing this weekend reminds me of just how much I’ve been missing out on in my life…
As you can see, she’s between growth ‘spurts’ in that she’s in ‘chubby-monkey’ mode. BabyDaddy and I had a good hour or two conversation wargaming the overall handling of Addy, and told him that they are welcome here at the Casa…
They may be down around Christmas… we’ll have to see. I really would love to have them TBH…
Either way, I got to see “my girl”. And not only did she remember me, but was thrilled to see me.
Overjoyed even.
THAT is why I left Florida for the weekend. Shit like that recharges my batteries.
So… after that, to further define that weekend as there’s sooooo many rumors flying around about the individual giving me a ride. Said-Female is a girl who used to hang out with her but no longer does at all.
Originally when I touched down in Bristol, I took an Uber to the hotel, which cost me my left forearm, right big toe, and a sperm sample just to begin with. That shit is pricey Yo!
After realizing I needed something that wasn’t going to ‘rape my wallet’ every time I needed a ride, I made a reach-out call to an Old Fren named “A” for brevity’s sake.
Luckily I managed to get ahold of “A” who just so happens to be like a lil sister to me. I knew her waaaaaaaaaay back in the day at Fort Campbell where I used to flirt with her until I found out she was married. We managed to stay frens up until -I- got married, and the fren-ship sort of faaaaaded as such things are wont to do. I eventually remembered her because she was that cool if you know what I mean…
In fact “A” had sort of vanished from the memory banks… I mean it was over almost 30 years ago, back when I was a Male Hormone with Legs, and she’d been a primary target….She’d faded up until she and I had “A” over to dinner at our little apartment in Kingsport that we’d gotten to fight for Adriana.
“A” came over for a (in my opinion) a pretty lavish spread as I wanted her to look good as she is allll about appearances. So “A” showed up, and as the night progressed, “A” and I started talking and comparing notes from our mutual time at Fort Campbell if you will… and yep. It turned out I’ve known her since 1996… like 29 years plus or minus…
Once we recognized each other, it became ‘old home week’ for the two of us… which from what I can tell bugged the shit out of her but to me and “A”? It literally was laughable in that she and I due to all of our mutual circumstance didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell, even back then… nevermind these days…
Doesn’t matter either way… What I loved about her this past trip is that she offered to be my Uber Driver for the cost of gas, and few meals, to which I agreed to. Add on that I totally enjoyed the company of a very old fren whom I have nothing but the deepest respect for… She’s a badass, and I’ll just leave it at that.
So there’s my confession LOL THAT was my cute chick hookup last weekend LMAO
I went out to see my Gran#2 and had a great time in doing so. It was worth every single dime, and I got the added bonus of being able to reconnect with “A” as she’s always been a good listener, (and Fren) and I dunno… it was just cool. I might have to put her ‘on the payroll’ as my p-shrink the way we’ve talked in the past few…
So, another fun filled exhausting weekend. Always a pleasure however So More Later Big Country
Greetings and EARLY Salutations! Well… such an early morning. I crashed out at about midnight last night after perusing the chans and the twit-o-sphere. The overwhelming reaction(s) to Charlie’s assassination has been interesting to say the very least.
On one hand, you have the /reddit and blusky fucktards dancing on the poor bastards corpse… I can’t even say ‘grave’ as his stiff wasn’t even fully declared DOA yet and the celebrations had started…
Then, on the right? Unlike other times, it was rage that came boiling out. Straight up honest in its purity rage. To the point that the FedPoasting was soooo far gone on Twitter (or “X”) that I’m pretty sure that the various data center social media monitors out there just gave the fuck up.
“Got anything Smith?” “Sir… it’s just too much… we can’t keep track of it all! The rage… the hate… I’ve never seen anything so open and blatant. The servers are getting overloaded.” “OK, I’ll inform Tel-Aviv.”
Or something to that effect… Tell me I’m wrong. Now since I woke up (literally) today, they still haven’t caught the shooter.
THAT is very interesting seeing how modern college campuses and since 9/11 have been almost completely inundated with security cameras. Never mind the MASSIVE proliferation of cell phone cameras and the crazy level of picture quality on them. My phone has up to 4k resolution FFS.
And yet somehow we don’t have footage of the shooter? (That they’ve told us about as of yet) The only pics are some grainy half-visible blurry as fuck ones of a dude in the prone on the rooftop who, after the shot jumps up and starts hauling ass.
Add on that weird boomer-aged dude that the fuzz immediately jacked and ran off in cuffs with his pants around his ankles? What the fuck was that!?!
In the business, they call that a distraction Op.‘Cos almost just as quickly, they released the guy and said “Not our man!”. And him? Where is he? Notice how he hasn’t been on TV giving interviews?
Normally after something like that he’d be on shortly after giving his version of the story for his two-minutes-of-fame… but instead? El Zilcho. My guess is he’ll disappear. Just as the ‘second suspect’ did as well… I noticed they never even showed that guy…
And for those of you who wanted to get shitty saying he wasn’t shot from the rear because of the tent? As a reminder, the roof in question was low enough to see inside the tent. And where Charlie was sitting? There were NO SIDES on that tent which gave the shooter PLENTY of wiggle room to put one in his brain case or in this case his neck.
So I have a couple of theories. One I poasted on X last night, as well as a few other thoughts and wargaming that I’ve been running through.
Theory Number ONE: Regarding The Shooter: The Worst Case is that the shooter is that they play the ‘accelerationist angle’ and that it was a right winger who ‘dies in custody’ but killed Kirk to ‘spark a bloody anti-trans backlash’ or some such shit. I don’t put ANYTHING past them as this’s real bad.
THIS shooting is Chernobyl Level Radioactive bad. Like ‘elephant foot’ level… So since we’ve heard NOTHING regarding the actual shooter, at this time I’d say they’re DESPERATELY trying to craft a narrative they can use. The longer they wait, the worse the narrative will be.
And my rationale for this is they’ll use this to keep /ourguys down, as unlike the Left, the Right has empathy and a sense of shame. Since we do, by framing this as an eeee-vil Right Wing Accelerationist Plot, it’ll keep /ourguys down and out, thereby ceding more ground for them to implement whatever anti-Us thing that they have in mind.
OR
Theory Number TWO: This is where they have to craft a narrative as they DID grab the shooter. And for /them, it’s their worst fucking nightmare come to life. A known vocal illegal Haitian ‘gimmigrant’ who’s a Transvestite with known Pedophilic inclinations. THAT right there, as oddball as it sounds, if even ONE of those tickboxes is checked, it becomes seriously problematic for /them as THIS particular shooting is FAR TOO VISIBLE to flush down the memory hole.
In fact this AM people have been making comparisons to the assassination of Martin Lucifer Koon and whatnot… Now granted, Kirk was a in-real-life Christian and decent loving fambly man as compared to MLK, who was a plagiarist/communist/rapist fucking scumbag and stooge, but the comparison IS apt in that they BOTH presented their arguments peacefully and legitimately. BOTH wanted to keep things civil through dialog. BOTH got shot. One by the Feds The other? Well we’ll just have to see.
And as far as the accelerationist side of things?
If I were Bill Maher, I’d be taking a looooong vacation to Israel or somewhere deep deep deep “in the hide” so to speak. Go to ground as it were. This as somewhere out there there is more than likely someone drawing up plans to take out one of /their guys. Maher, while an asshole, he is, by my standards like Charlie. A relatively benign moderate Libtard who talks instead of trying to inflame folks… unlike that fucker Colbert…
Heh. Colbert last night went on TV and went with the usual somber “decrying political violence” speech…
This from a scumfucker who has in the past OPENLY called for violence against people on the right side of the isle…
THAT is what you call “coping” and hoping like fuck that someone hasn’t decided that HE’D make a GREAT EXAMPLE of in trade for Charlie’s life. All the Leftard Phaggots screaming about ‘Political Violence’ are only doing so as they now realize that even NormieCons have hit their breaking point with this particular action, and that by /THEIR rules, they have become legitimate targets and that /OUR side are the ones who REALLY can fuck them up.
I mean look at what happened on the TMZ podcast…
They were live and when the news of Charlie getting shot broke, the support staff in the background started cheering and laughing… at which point the Jew and Nigger hosts practically shit themselves and profusely apologized and desperately tried to say that no, they weren’t laughing about this tragedy, and that it was a matter of bad timing…
We want to address something that happened during our TMZ Livestream coverage of the assassination of Charlie Kirk.
As Harvey and Charles were reporting the developments in our newsroom, there were employees in another part of the building watching a car chase.
The people watching that car chase began laughing and clapping in reaction to what they were seeing, but we want to make it clear … they were not cheering in response to the assassination.
Nevertheless … watching a car chase at that moment was tone deaf, and the sounds of laughter at that crucial moment were totally out of line.
We apologize to anyone who heard that as we were in the middle of covering such a tragic story.
Suuuuuuuure it wasn’t…
The faces say it all “We may have fucked up… Please don’t kill us.”
Yep… as stated oh so frequently You do not hate the media enough Any fucktard with half-a-brain right now with the ‘usual hate’ for anything that goes against ‘the message’ is keeping an extremely low profile.
Of course this is currently the attitude… The “Please don’t start killing us!” attitude will last until they can frame it as being somehow a product of ‘right wing violence’. THEN you can sure as fuck bet they’ll go back the other way… I mean look at NBC… THOSE assholes tried to say it might have been celebratory gunfire for fucks sakes…
Do they really think that we’re a bunch of fucking Hajjis???
Wait… don’t answer that. What I do know is that the “switch” just may have been thrown last night, and this is, despite what some of the moar provocative commenters here have stated, is not a good thing.
Granted… I as much as anyone would like to end this bullshit once and for all but you know what? I got too much to lose personally. I got two wonderful grandkids that I do not want to see endangered under any circumstances.
Myself? I no longer care for myself regarding ‘things’ Whenever The Reaper shows up and I’ma be like “It’s about fucking time bro… what the fuck took you so long?”
However, the Grans? Lord, let this particular cup pass all of us by…
THAT is why I hope that we can still try to let the other side of the GloboHomoCorp, AKA “Grift Inc.” also called the Republicans can at least try to stay in power so as to avoid the worst excesses of the ‘tards IF they were to regain power. Truth be told, we need a Caesar.
But in all Honesty, I fear it’s too late for that. God Help Us All.
