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Greetings and Salutations!
Glad y’all liked my “foiling the CSM” story! I got two more concerning “Fast Eddie” (my nickname for him) in which the first one was when he first took over as the CSM for our Battalion, and our initial introduction, and then the last time I saw him, which was after my separation from Active Duty. Both previous poasts were stories from the ‘in-between’ times of those two markers.

Stay tuned as both are great… lots of good memories there.

Then, well Mike Hendrix over at Cold Fury has a minor issue that he asked if I could mention it. Now the background is Mike is now missing BOTH his legs. He’s waiting on the Social Security Disability folks to decide IF he’s fully disabled… mind you… leastways that was the last update I had… which kind of describes just how utterly fucked up the whole DotGov system is…

Illegal Alien with a ‘lazy eye’?
100% full Social Security Disability despite never having paid in. Must be nice Aye?

US Citizen who loses BOTH his pins due to circumstances beyond his control?
“We’re still trying to decide if this is a valid claim Miiiiister Hendriiiix….” (said in the ‘Agent Smith’ Hugo Weaving voice from “The Matrix”)

Gah.
Remind me again just why we haven’t really started hanging, drawing and quartering motherfuckers again?
Reject Modernity
Embrace Tradition

Make Drawing and Quartering Great Again Aye?

So, the issue is this:

His well head pump shit the bed. The link to the now-active fundraiser is HERE I think between us (myself I throw in on Payday as I accidentally overdrafted this past pay period dammit) we can get this done, so let’s see how quickly we can get the water back on at Gimpy-Mike’s place. I’d greatly appreciate y’all doing whatever you can.

Instead of a Double Mocha Latte… err… sorry… my bad… wrong crowd… instead of a double Jack at the bar, throw that tenner towards Mike so’s he can keep the water flowing and so’s he can wash his nasty ass. I’ll be hitting it on Friday and you’ll be able to track it. So again I thank you all in advance.

Next up?
Scotland

Y’all have seen that little 12 or 14 year old girl defending herself from a Rapefugee right?

Let me tell you… things are looking bleak for the DotGov in Britishland AKA the new English Islamic Caliphate. To the point that the Templar Church is raging:

Templar Church Minister Defends The Scottish Warrior Princess. pic.twitter.com/BF3KoeHLuJ

— Knights Templar International (@KnightsTempOrg) August 26, 2025

At this rate, I’d personally say 80-20 if the BritGov lasts through the end of the year, and 70-30 if they start killing the muzzies outright.

Ireland? More like 90% on both sides

The Satanic GloboHomoCorpopratocracy is on extraordinarily thin ice and once the locals start dragging the local cops out of their houses and putting them on the gibbet, and then burning their domiciles to the ground, running off the coppers families (if they don’t outright do them too) and slaughtering the muzzies in wholesale lots?

I mean they don’t have a lot of ‘armed’ cops per se…
And their DotMil?

I mean FFS… the BritDotMil is one of the smallest, ineffective and most pathetic nevermind actively apathetic in that they’re there for the most part for “three hots and a cot” and Hell… one part of England in the the north, County Durham:

It has, as of the last survey, a population of about 872,000 people!!! It also has the highest MAJORITY Original White Stock British folks with 96.7 percent of the population being “white” per the same survey!!!!

While on the other hand, As of January 2025, the British Army consists of approximately 73,847 regular full-time personnel, 4,127 Gurkhas, 25,742 volunteer reservists, and 4,697 other personnel, totaling about 108,413 people. IN TOTAL.

I like those odds TBH.
-I- could work with those odds…

That’s a 8 to 1 Advantage, and that’s IF the British Army even showed up to ‘play’ and even that I’m sure would not happen in that traditionally, the Brits and their social services treat their soldiers like scum. The overall lack of respect in general for the average soldier is completely lacking by both the general population and their “betters” and due to that? The apathy in the ranks? I’d say that IF say County Durham decided “Roight! We’ve ‘ad enuff of this ‘ere balderdash, time to clean house!!!” and arm up as best they can, and head south?

Yeah… It’s be all over but the fat bitch squalling.

Got me a hunch the BritMil would be like “‘Ard Pass on ‘at Mate, get me anotha’ pint!” and go back to arguing who’s turn in the barrel it is….

So that’s my take:

I mean you know it’s bad when the Number One Question a lot of people on Twitter/X have been asking is “How do we run guns to our Irish/Scot/BritCousins?” I’d call that a serious sign of things to come. Watch… next thing will be requests for extradition of people like ME for having dared to “question my BritFag Betters”… and then? Once people here decide that ‘active measures’ have to be put in place?

Shiiiiiiiiiiit… I know people who ran guns to the IRA back in Quincy when I lived there… and it wasn’t even for profit but for the fun and because “Fuck the Britfags!” was the overwhelming response… One of my neighbors (who I lost track of unfortunately… a good Irish kid) was out on appeal for being arrested for doing exactly that, and that was running guns to the IRA… He from what I know lost the appeal and went back to the FedPen… he was a great kid though… still is as far as I know…

So IF people here decide that it’s in people’s best interests to assist with the Irish/Scot/BritCousins? I’d say watch for a blockade on certain people/places and things in the really near future as the BritFagGov is not putting this particular djinn back in the bottle.

So your thoughts?
More Later
Big Country

Soooo since I’d been busted for various ‘felonious but not quite’ activities in the Battalion, I was known as a troublemaker, but a needed one. Specifically I was the Battalion Thief. The Dog Robber. The CSM’s Bitch… call it what you will, but it was a great place to be as a Corporal/Specialist 4 who at that point realized he wasn’t going any further career-wise in the DotMil

I might have if they were smart enough to have ranks like other countries DotMil had, like the Brits have a “Career Corporal” where a dude signs up, can do his 20+ years, and never have to perform beyond a Corporal’s operational area. TBH, I had no interest (outside of pay bumps) to be the HMFIC (head motherfucker in charge). I lack(ed) and currently still do, a certain confidence… it’s hard to define, but I didn’t want the responsibility of command? It’s not being afraid per se.. and yeah, a personal weakness, but I had zero interest in being “Large and In Charge”

Especially if I had to take responsibility for my bros lives. Not my bag baby…
Soooo because I was approaching my RRT (Rank Retention point, 10 years at that time) as an E-4 and I was ALSO working on getting my medical retirement (in line of duty, I ended up with 80%… not bad for a peacetime injury) I really had, in my mind fuck all to lose.

So when Field Grade #3 showed up… I knew the extra duty was going to be special.
On this one I only got hit with 7 days… seems that they knew that to have me do anything over that would ONLY encourage others to ‘game the system’. So in this case, the CSM came up with a pretty good bit of Extra Duty for the weekend. It was one I really had to put some skull sweat into to beat him, but in the end, I managed it.

As I mentioned before, one of the Unit next to us was 2/8 CAV. That’s where I had ‘rented/borrowed’ their new-ish death mower mentioned in my earlier poast. The issue here was that THAT tool for the particular job wouldn’t be useful… oh no… our mission for the weekend was to clear out the 40 foot wide by about 200 yard long “grass” strip BETWEEN the 2/8 Motorpool and OUR 1/12 Motorpool.

There was a slight issue however.

That area?
Due to the design and layout of the flood control draining ‘stuff’ on Fort Hood, that area between out Motorpool(s) was a fucking swamp. It was a MAJOR runoff “Catch all” for the massive occasional seasonal rain Da Hood got… we’re talking 1-2 foot deep muddy holes, nothing too dramatic. Lots of mud, and what the CSM wanted was all the “clumps” of long ass out-of-control grass growing on about 40 “Islands” in this “swamp” cut down/eliminated by Sunday night.

We got this assignment at 15:30.

It took me a few minutes to come up with an idea… My boyos on this particular Extra Duty consisted of a couple of dope-smokers, one DUI case, and another thief (who in this case got caught). I was the Ranking Penitent, so My Word was it. I jokingly called them my ‘convicts’ just to be a dick… they were all cool, and my rep sort of preceded me, so that meant that they knew things on this extra duty was going to be iiiiiiinteresting to say the least.

Once I had The IDEA, The IDEA quickly coalesced into a PLAN. Once the Plan was solid, it was good, and I sent my Merry Men/Convicts off to do my (evil) bidding, whilst I went and made a fuckton of phone calls before the duty day ended.

Now, since we had only gotten started on this endeavor at around 15:30+/-, I knew there wasn’t shit to be done that particular night, and I told the NCOIC of the staff duty as such. He agreed, and I told him we’d be back early on Saturday before he got off duty… Then I had my guys ‘gather the gear’ that we’d need for the 0700 mission I had planned. Mind you, once they knew what I had set up, EVERYBODY was all in. One of them said “THIS is the Magic that is the SPEC-4 Mafia… it’s truly better to ask for forgiveness, than to ask for permission!” I of course Blessed them all, as the High Priest of the E-4 Mafia, and bid them to be there early early the next morning.

Saturday Morning rolled around, and TBH, we’d ALL gotten there early in anticipation of what was going to be a FUN Article-15 Extra Duty Day. My boys were enthusiastic, as they knew what we were doing was “coloring outside of the lines but not-so-much” They did everything I asked of them, and at around 10:00am, the Fort Hood Fire Department showed up.

Yep.
This’s your clue.

Once they were on scene, and we made sure EVERYONE was clear for the entire length of the strip between the two Motorpools, and the senior NCO of the Fire Department said we were clear, I yelled “FIRE IN THE HOLE” and lit off a flare right into the middle of the strip.

WHHHHHHOOOOSH!!!!

The combustion of what was about 40 gallons of ‘acquired’ MOGAS that I had my boys spray over every. fucking. inch. of that shit-assed nasty fucking unmowable swamp was nigh-impressive. It looked like something out of an action movie… I really wish cell phone cameras and the like were more prevalent back then as WOW!!!

Just as the flames started dying down, and as my ‘convicts’/boys as well as the Fire Department started cleaning up (making sure nothing was still fully burning nor could spread) who should roll up on us but The CSM himself!
CSM: “GABBLE!GABBLE!OOOK!WHO!!!WHAT!!! Burn!!!GABBLE!GABBLE!EEK!!“

Me: “Calm down Sergeant Major… we did a ‘controlled burn’… you see? There’s two fire trucks, an MP directing traffic, and even an ambulance! It’s cool man… I got everything under control!”

CSM: “MOTORPOOL!EXTRADUTY!!!BURNGABBLEBURNINGGABBLE>SHRIEK<GABBLE!GABBLE!”

Fire Chief (my homie): “Hey Sergeant Major, you seem a bit ‘off’… let’s walk you over to the Ambulance and have you checked out! You look like you’re about to stroke out!:” >grasps the CSM’s elbow, walks him to the Ambulance<

Needless to say, questions were asked.
Questions also were answered
I did everything by the book.
They had jack shit on me, and Jack as you are aware of, left town a while ago.

What I gained however was absolute “bulletproofness” at that point. They realized that IF they wanted to fuck with me and put me on “extra duty” then unless give exacting parameters as to what I could and could not do then they were ultimately doomed.

To the point I was pretty much AWOL for the last six months of Active Duty, but that’s a story for another time. Hope you enjoyed!

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
So I pulled the clamp off the Enfield today, and did a bunch of sanding on it. I also cut off the pin that was still sticking out:

Now, a couple of things
One is that I’m going to have to do a deep sanding on this. The finish is in a lot worse shape than I expected. Cleaning it up, I realized the wood is positively hammered to shit. I can hopefully sand it down and get it positively refinished, but that remains to be seen.

The repair itself came out great IMO however:

That’s the ‘brass dot’ if you will.
I personally think it adds character in that the majority of my Enfields have similar brass repairs to the stocks… it’s part of the rifle’s history if you will. Here’s an above view:

A perfect trim and sanding in, and I think it looks great.

It’s also now completely structurally sound.

Now the rest of it I’m going to be sanding the Hell out of it and then staining, once I get it to where I want it. It’s not about maintaining it’s originality, in as much as me making a fully functional Mark 3 with good wood, clean lines and nice esthetics.

We’ll see how it turns out in the long run.
Tomorrow, besides this, I’m refinishing the remaining pieces parts, and then hopefully getting that fucking barrel finally finished, as it’s been a bugger which has been hassling me to no end.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Had a VA appointment today with one of the many Docs I have… this one is actually the pharmacist. She makes sure that the positive cornucopia of drugs I’m on doesn’t interact negatively with my carcass.

I mean hey, good plan right?

Seems the “liver cleanse” I’ve been on is not compatible with the pre-diabetic drugs I’m on, hence some of the issues I’ve had lately. Without going into it, there’s been some minor side affects that were shall we say unexpected? Nothing threatening unless I had continued…

So much for trying to detox Ye Olde Booze Filtration Device I guess… which means having to stop drinking… which I’m in the ‘debate mode’ on… I mean it seems so many people put such a high value on their life… they want to seemingly live forever…

I’m more of a ‘day-to-day’ kind of guy, and TBH… there isn’t much on the “bucket list” that I haven’t done… If I died tomorrow? I’d probably be content… I mean no regerts right?

I mean DO I have some issues I’d like resolved?
Absolutely
HOWEVER
I’m very comfortable as I am right now.

Death holds no ‘scare factor’ for me…

So… tough call… when the Reaper comes, I’m pretty sure that I’ll be like “What took you so fucking long pal?”

So anyways… besides debating the “Long Sleep” and such whatnot, I realized that I’ve been literally clinically depressed, as any dude would be in my position. So much so that I’ve been behind the power curve if you will with my various projects.

Tonight I decided to break the mold if you will.

Took a shower.
Got some clean rags to live in.
And started working on the Enfield finally.

This being the one with the broken stock.

I finally said to Hell with it, and started over again to get it up and running. The first thing was to de-grease the forestock that had the crack in it.

For all you newbs here and as a reminder, those red and white stripes indicate that this rifle was a Hindu/Indian non-firing drill/bayonet use ONLY rifle. They can be bought for about $150 on various websites, and I use them specifically for restoring and building good shootable Lee Enfield Rifles.

In this one’s case, the rear of the stock which holds the receiver and meets up with the buttstock? It’s got a very bad crack in it that needs repair before I can go any further with the restoration:

That’s a critical area in that it takes a lot of ‘recoil abuse’ and is located right by the reinforcement band that keeps the receiver area in one piece… that’d be that brass rivet you see above.

So… I went and stripped off the cosmoline and paint as best as I can for a ‘quick and dirty’ cleanup if you will… I used carb cleaner, and then used a rag soaked in acetone on the paint to start the process to remove it entirely.

The wood isn’t in too bad a shape, and the paint came off pretty well for a preliminary cleanup. At least now I can handle it without needing gloves.

So I went and dug out the wood repair screws:

It’s hard to see in the pic, but those are brass ‘screws’ if you will designed to bring pieces of cracked stocks together. If you have a Lee Enfield that’s had a stock repair, you might see a brass ‘dot’ on the stock in a random area. That’s where an armorer had to probably drill one of those brass bits in, cut it off and leave it. Hence this:

I drilled down into the top of the part of the stock that is cracked with a drill bit that’s slightly smaller than the brass fixer. (drill hole is there, just hard to see in the pic) I then mounted the brass screw-pin into my drill:

Then, before putting in the pin, I positively slathered the entire area with Elmer’s Wood Glue:

I had a minor issue with the glue bottle though dammit… the entire top broke off since I haven’t used it in a dog’s age, and so once I used it for this project, I had to shitcan it… I mean there was ONLY 1/4 of a bottle left, but it was still a minor annoyance…

Anyways

So once I got the glue in, I screwed the brass pin in:

Then, once in and tight I re-glued the whole area, and then put it under a compression clamp:

I re-filled the glue into the crack AGAIN juuust to make sure it was glued-glued if you will, where now it’ll sit for the next 24-48 hours until I feel it’s set properly:

The next step will be to use a Dremel to cut off the remaining part of the brass screw pin, and then when I sand the rest of it down, it should be indistinguishable from the other parts of the stock, outside of the ‘brass button’ as it will look like.

So its good to be back.

Gunsmithing that is. I have another weapon inbound right now, a Beretta 84BB “Cheetah” in .380 that the guy wants it to be refinished. He said the bluing is ALL sorts of fucked up and he wants me to use my better judgement and refinish it.

A nice piece IMO…
Funny thing that. I had one of those in .32ACP in Iraq as my “crotch gun” AKA my hidden backup piece back int he day. I had the wife-of-the-time send me a jockstrap (minus cup) and I cut the leg straps off, leaving just the belt and cup holder.

The Beretta fit perfectly in where the cup should have gone. I figured since the Haj had some reticence about grabbing and searching a dude’s crotch area (leastways the ones who weren’t open duodekkie AKA fags) that IF on the odd chance I got snatched, that I had a possible equalizer…

So Yeah, stay tune for more weapon restoration goodness.

I’m sloooowly getting my groove back.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Man, not a bad day at all, as it positively flew by, as did much of the week. Kind of stunning how quickly life passes by when it’s quiet and mellow. Not much to talk about on the home front. Like I said, it’s been quiet.

I did manage to resist the ‘siren’s call’ of a few really good deals that I found on Palmetto State… sometimes it’s too hard to resist, but in this case, I’m saving for a vacation. I want to go somewhere, quiet, mellow and relaxing. Maybe explore Panama this time around? I found out the pensioner’s visa is like only $1000 a month for necessary income, and that the cost of living in some places is like $600 a month ALL inclusive so to speak.

I’ve also been talking to my boys in Costa… there’s a place for me there too, and I also qualify for a retiree visa there with just my VA retirement as well… It’s tempting to say the least… My only issue with living as an Expat again is the majority of these countries are not ‘firearm friendly’ which puts a major crimp in my preferred lifestyle… although Mother Russia does allow people (after vetting) to have some firepower…

Maybe a cabin in Irkutsk?

Live on the edge quietly, with a Starlink upload and a library full of good books? Lord knows I have bins and bins and shelves of books… Get me a couple of Mosin Nagant rifles and just live quietly in the woods… unbothered and unremembered…

There’s a wee bit of poetic ideas in that isn’t there?

Have to see where things take me…

So that’s pretty much it for tonight. Been gaming again and enjoying the ‘break from reality’. I’ve also been working on a piece that I’m sure will get me banned from traveling to Joly Ole England… in that I’ve got a couple of ideas that’ll really upset the current powers that be… revolutionary ideas if you will… I’ll put it up when it’s done, both here and at the substack.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
As mentioned in the comments, the Krainian KIA/WIA was finally sort-of-kind-of released. Meaning that there was a supposed ‘hack’ of the Krainian version of the Defense Department, and someone poasted it up on Telegram.

I managed to screenshot it:

Now all of the ‘usual suspects’ are screaming that it’s ‘disinformation’ and the like. However, there’s a few minor quibbles I have with that particular line of bullshit.

One is what Krainfeld himself is saying per what I found on the Google:

Per that diminutive diseased Coked out Freak, ONLY 43,000 KIA??? Are you fucking kidding me? I mean just how unrealistic can you be? The guy is a Grade A Fantasist is all I can say… I mean that works out to 41 months, 27 days since the beginning of the SMO. The invasion started on February 24th, 2022. Let’s just ’round it’ to 43 months as in 4 days, it’ll be 43 months. Not counting since December of 2024 which is when Krainfeld last issued his bullshit statement, that means the Krainians have lost only 1000 troops a month since the get go, on average.

Part of my issue?
Well “goolaging” the population of the Krain?
I got this chart:

The current population in the Krain is as seen here is about 37.86 million. At the beginning of the Special Military Operation AKA “Spank Krainfeld’s Pee-Pee” the population was as seen here:

So according to THESE numbers, that means 43 million, and only 37.86 million left, that means a net loss of 5.14 Million folks. Now that seems like a lot…

HOWEVER

The maffs ain’t maffing if you will.

In that according to the International Red Cross who tracks these things, the numbers of Refugees that up and bailed out of the Krain or went deep into the ‘hide’ if you will (to avoid forced recruitment) and thereby would be normally counted as a ‘net loss’ to the overall population? Well:

That number of 7 million +/- refugees?

Well…. interesting that isn’t it.

It means there’s almost 2 million MISSING Krainians in theory…

UNLESS

Just look at those numbers: 7 million refugees, 5 million in a decline, and 2 million missing Krainians versus the now revealed possible 1.7 Million reported as KIA/MIA/WIA???

That could account for the VAST discrepancy wouldn’t it now?

Add on the fact that the Krainian DotMil has NOT been able to keep up with drafting/recruiting/shanghaiing motherfuckers into the Meatgrinder, and are out of men essentially.

SO because of this, I’m giving this particular hack/story a 90% rating of “Yep it’s true”. They have not been able to get the 30k a month that’s been needed to keep things rolling…

Add on that according to various international relief organizations, the demand for artificial limbs due to war related injuries has surpassed over 100,000? And that the graveyards in and around the country have grown exponentially to the point that some of them can be literally seen from the ISS?

I mean never mind that according to almost ALL the sources that their Little “Kursk Adventure” back last summer of ’24? They lost 23000 guys in that KIA. So –someone– is obviously high on his own supply I’d say, as that’d mean over 50% of the stated casualties were due to that adventure, which really puts a crimp in Krainfeld’s official numbers.

Tell you what, the fucker is going to be leaving when the reality hit home, and I got me a hunch there is no where on the planet that he nor his people will be able to hide. I mean the anger is already palpable from what I’ve read… in so many instances the ‘recruiters’ have been now beaten and chased off. A few months back, the father of a kid forcibly taken off the street, who subsequently got killed hunted down and shot the recruiter in the back of the head in broad daylight…

Zero fucks given I suppose…
They (the Krainians) were desperate to spin it that it was a Russian Operation, however Dad surrendered peacefully and made a very public statement, which I suppose was the worst thing that could have happened from the Krainian DotGov and DotMil perspective. It’s become ‘open season’ on the various recruiters since then…

Not for nothing, I’m surprised it took this long for it to happen.

Go figure.

So that’s what I have for tonight. Let me know what you think in the comments. Myself? I’m pretty pleased with my own analysis on it. I called it what? 6-9 months ago that the Krainians were hitting the seven-figure marker? Guess it’s far past that now.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
At least the swelling has gone down significantly:

As gross as it is, ALL the discoloration on the lower part of the leg is due to the knee rebuild surgery and shrapnel damage that fucked up all of my “up and down” veins. The varicose veins started when I was still on active duty, and pretty much end at where the tops of my jungle boots would end.

Believe it or not, it’s not that bad. Bad Lighting doesn’t help. The bruising however? Yep. Almost “All American” in that it’s Red White and Blue as well as Purple and Black in some areas. Also it turns out that lil zit on the leg? That right there was a piece of metal that it would seem got ‘worked loose’ beneath he skin… the reason I know this was I took a big ‘fishing magnet’ I have, and it pulled that sucker right out to the surface. So now it’s all good. These things happen every few years…

So otherwise…
Tonight I have a new recipe for y’all.
Philly Cheesesteak Pasta Bake.

It’s pretty simple. I’ll lay out what I used, and y’all can make it by size, as needed. The ingredients:

Philly Meat and Veggie filling:
24oz (2 packages) Fine Shaved Ribeye. (see below)
1x Large Green Pepper
1x Large Sweet (Vidalia if you can get it) Onion
3oz fresh diced Garlic (call it a full peeled clove)

Cheese Sauce:
2 12oz packages of Cabot Creamery Mac n’ Cheese Blend.
2x slices of Provolone Cheese
1x stick of salted butter
1/2 cuppa milk

Spices:
Salt and Pepper as needed
2x tablespoons Aleppo Pepper or more or cayenne as a substitute. Your choice. I like the mild Aleppo.
Italian Seasoning to finish

Pasta:
1 1/2 Boxes of Pasta as preferred.
I used spirals as it hold the cheese in quite nicely.

Stove Prep: Set it to 375 to bake after the prep is done.

Step One: Start the water boiling, salt as needed.

Step Two: Slice the pepper and onion into decent size slices. I don’t recommend dicing as they’ll cook down to nothing by the time you’re done.

Step Three: Start cooking the meat. Spice it with the garlic, and salt and pepper, and about 1/4 tablespoon of Aleppo pepper. When it’s about half cooked, add the sliced veggies. Cook until the meat is done, and the veggies are softened, but not fully cooked. That will be finished during the bake phase.

Step Four: Somewhere in the middle of cooking the meat, the water should be boiling. Cook the pasta until Al Dente.

Step Five: Once the meat and peppers are done, pull them, and set aside.

As you can see, the veggies are blanched, but not overcooked, and the meat is fully cooked. Mind you if one were so inclined that on it’s own, that dish? stuffed in a bun would be good to go. However, for this exercise? Once the pasta is done, pull it too:

Mind the steam.

Now
Step Six: On a low setting, place one stick of salted butter in a smol pot, and about 1/2 cup of milk on the stove. Set it to a low boil. As soon as it begins to boil, add the cheese (both of them):

As a reminder, use the whole bag of mac n’cheese blend, and 2x slices (if wanted) of the provolone. Stir constantly and evenly

It should only take about 5-6 minutes on low to medium heat to get the cheese, butter and milk to melt and fuse together. Do Not Overcook It. If you overcook it, instead of it gelling, it’ll start to separate, which is a no-no. As stated Stir continually, and keep an eye on it. It should all be smooth, no lumps and blended together. Once it’s done, pull it aside. Do NOT let it get too cool. You need to pour it over the pasta/meat/veg mix to finish it in a few.

Step Seven: Mix the pasta and meat mix, and place in a baking dish. Once you have it in the appropriate dish (or dishes as I did tonight) pour in half of the cheese sauce mix (while still hot and liquid-y, and mix it in thoroughly to insure a maximum blend throughout:

Looks good donnit?

Step Eight: Once you get it there, with everything mixed and smoothed out, the second bag of mac and cheese blend comes into play. Pour THAT evenly over the top of the now-mixed pasta. Make a nice even coating as needed. Dust with the Italian seasoning.

Final Step or as they say Step Nine: Place the baking dish into the stove covered. Set the timer for 15-20 minutes depending on the size. Once that timer is done, uncover the dish and bake for 30 minutes more. Now you can reverse this depending on your likes/dislikes. Sapper and I love the crunchy crust, so we did 15 covered, 30 uncovered, and we got this out of doing so:

Oh yeah baby
A meal fit for the Kitchen King.

Tasted pretty damned good too!

Considering I had only had ONE cuppa yogurt for my brekkie, the evening meal? Yeah I chowed on 2.5 full bowls of that lovely and delicious meal.

My recipe about as you see makes a LOT of the bake. You could cut it in half if you only want one meal for one, with 2-3 days worth of leftovers… either way, the cost of this meal would be about $20 for the shaved ribeye now, and about $5-10 for the rest of the ‘stuff’. However, the meat I bought and pulled from the deep freeze, so it was from September of 2024… and I only paid $7.50 per 12oz. The one I used was from Publix:

No idea the current price, but it can’t be anywhere near what I paid for about almost a year ago… it’s probably double that now… either way, YMMV.

And as far as making a double batch?

The other white baking dish I did NOT bake, but threw into the deep freeze for later use, as I expect some guests here in the future, and the BIG pot will do as a ‘don’t have to expend $$$’ while entertaining relations, as well as being able to impress with my cooking skills.

I mean I made this meal up… there might be something similar out there, as after all… the food on this planet has been pretty much the same for the past 40-6,0000 YEARS so at best, mine is a variation on a theme. Said theme being “Throwing meat, pasta, veggies and cheese into a pot and baking it”

However plebian this may be, I figured some of y’all enjoy my cooking adventures, so there is that right?

So tomorrow?
Molasses cookies again.
I’ve had the fixings laying out forever. I need to get off my duff and just ‘git ‘er done’ like the man used to say.

So More >URP!< Later
(The “I’m FULL now”) Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Damn if that didn’t hurt!
The CAT scan showed a minor tear in the feeder vein which is why is went to ‘grapefruit sized’ within like 5 minutes… that’s the only reason I went to the E.R. because as I said, the previous circulatory issues had me worried… clots and whatnot and blood pooling… no need to stroke out this early… not when things have gotten peaceable around the Casa as of late…

The X-Ray showed a (thankfully) vertical fracture… a ‘greenstick’ fracture when the impact happened… thankfully I’ve had a ton of those over the years so I know how to deal with it. They gave me an inflatable ‘cast’ and some really tight fitting “ace’ style wraps, and as everyone knows the drill, wrap it, ice it, and elevate it.

It’s allllll sorts of Black Blue and Red under there with shades of angry Purple as well. I really hit the sumbitch full one. What’s even worse is I consciously not 60 seconds before warned myself to “mind the hitch!” and subsequently didn’t.

Go figure right?

So otherwise. I’m good, the truck is undamaged, the neighbors fully offended. That being from the full on stream of obscenity and invective that came pouring forth from Ye Olde Sewer-Hole when I hit the damned thing. I let loose with a torrent that even after the fact impressed myself at the creativity and amount that came out… I wish someone had recorded it… it was one for the Ages.

Now, as far as other things
Nothing going on that I can tell, except the World Overall is that much more obviously ‘fake and ghey’… so much as that even the most ‘Normal-Normie NPCs’ are beginning to ‘awaken’ and that scares the shit out of a BUNCH of various tribes, grifters and our so-called self-appointed “betters”

“The Long Big Con Inc.” AKA CorpoGloboHomo is starting to collapse, and it’s got the various factions quite literally shitting in their various headcovers, be it a Fez with the Turks, to a Jewish Kippah. In particular members of (((The Tribe))) are recognizing that killing an entire race of people and using some really thin ‘justifications’ because “October 7th” and “Muh Holocaust” aren’t working anymore.

I mean it should be collapsing.
Their own troops have testified that they were told to stand down and essentially ALLOW Hamas (which TBH has always been under the nominal control of Mossad) to do the performitive strike… and my understanding it was done to keep the criminal corruption investigation of the Head Hebe Nutjobyahoo essentially ‘buried’ due to a “National Emergency”

Much like how Clinton order massive airstrikes and bombings when the news of the Jizz Covered dress ‘came’ out…

I know, I know… Bad joke but it’s true.
“Wag The Dog” wasn’t a movie really

It was a playbook

And allllll of these criminal scumbags have been doing ‘performance art’ to either enrich themselves OR cover up their various misdeeds via mass distraction/destruction, which includes the much over-exaggerated January 6th “Insurrection” and COVID which was used to finish off the “Big Steal” of 2020…

And what’s really sad?

No One Really Cares
Not anymore
It’s become expected of the fucking scum in DC

I mean I personally do care (to a point), but also I don’t.

I’ve come to the sad conclusion that ALL politicians are scum and villains… and that there is NOT bigger inhabited hive of scum and villainy than that of the District of Criminality, Sodom-on-the-Potomac. Not ONE of them is worth a squirt of piss in a forest fire. Not one of them is worthy of a minute of my thought nor care. They could ALL die tomorrow in a Nuclear Fireball courtesy of that Mad Vlad Lad from Russia, and I’d be good with it.

Sure I’d be bummed about the Smithsonian, but in the end?

Life would go on. Probably be a LOT quieter, and Lord Help the next group of fuckwits who try to “take charge” as I don’t think it’ll work out the way they expect it to… I, for one, after a collapse would be just forming up my ‘tribe’, staying out of the way, and the first fuckwit who said the word “Taxes” or “New Government”? I’d shoot that fucker in the face, and mount his head on a post as a warning to others.

I mean just keep it simple right?

That’s all I want.

They do them, we do us, and everyone keeps doing the barest minimum to stay alive, as there is no way under the current system to thrive per se… We’re in a new neo-feudalism… not quite serfs (yet) and no where near ‘minor Lords’ or ‘Freemen’… we’re in that in-between phase right now… and by God the only reason that has happened is were are as a people one of the most heavily armed populations/free-standing Armies in the world.

The Brits?
The Irish?
The Germans?
The Eyeties and all the rest?
They’re rapidly becoming modern techno-serfs.
Slaves by an older ‘politically incorrect’ definition.

They’re all terminally fucked and about to go extinct due to the extreme demographic changes due to their traitorous “Elites” who for some reason foolishly imported a VAST Horde of Muslim INVADERS thinking that they could control them via the usual socialist “games and prizes”…

HA!

Fucking Morons…

They have yet to personally feel that “pain” that’s been inflicted on the “Little People” so far so to speak but I’ll assume that when a high enough ranking Elite finds his daughter or young son a victim of a rabid Goat-Gang-Rapist that the tune will change… That or the overwhelming stench of Jeet-Streetshitters will finally hit home… it’s hard to say…

Normally I’d say it’s time to start running guns to Ireland, but from my own personal understanding, they have enough, but! They haven’t been allowed to dig them out and start the party…

Nope.
And again, for some seriously fucked up reasons

Word I have is that the higher-higher in the various Irish Militant leadershit is that they’ve been bought off. Much like in the Mel Gibson “Braveheart” movie, the majority of Scotsman Clan Leadershit were ‘bought and paid for’ until Robert the Bruce said “Enough is a enough!” and went full house on the Brits… seems history repeats itself in that Sein Finn, the Provos… ALL of them have taken the ‘Danegeld’ if you will, and are actively attempting to prevent their more shall we say motivated? members from going and digging up the Armalites, and beginning a full on ethnic cleansing of the Emerald Ilse…

Unlike the “Troubles”, target ID is easy when your skin is your uniform. The Haj would find themselves in serious trouble very fucking quickly.

“Keep your lads from starting and or popping off, and we’ll make sure you and yours are safe and protected!”

How many times has a fucking Brit said this to the various folks under them over the past 400+ years? It’s never ended well if my memory serves me right…

So those are my somewhat muddled thoughts for tonight. Feeling no pain (comparitively) so let me know your ideas. Personally I think Michael Collins is spinning a whirlygig in his grave right now… and quite righteously so.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!

banglading shit on my shin while working on the boat on the fucking trailer hitch…. Note to self there is a trailer hitch on the new truck…. Even told myself while working on it but managed to still clown myself…. I blame Glenn filthy as he posted about a maze of trailer hitches earlier this weekend damn it.

you can’t really see it too well but it’s about the size of a grapefruit sticking out of my leg … I need to get it checked just because I have so many circulatory issues from the surgery rebuilding the knee from that VBEID back in the day… They’ll probably drain it so I’ll update as we go

BCE

Greetings and Salutations!
I appreciate EVERYONES contributions and perspectives that they’ve thrown up in the comments. Truly… they’ve helped me a lot with ‘maintaining my perspective’

Now on thing, tfAt, a fellow Rakkasan Brother who’s advised me to dip completely when it comes to the Grans? I can understand the perspective, however, It ain’t happening. -I- was the one who initially engineered Gran #1’s “rescue” if you will WAAAY back when she was only about a year old. Hell… I wasn’t even married to SWMNBN at the time which is exactly why she went to the OtherGrans.

Since we weren’t married, we knew (all of us) that the best bet when the State started examining the families so to speak for stability, that the OtherGrans were the best choice. I however was the one who came up with the scheme of telling DumbCunt that she and the BabyDaddy had “…worked so hard, and deserved a break from the baby…” which is why they left her with us, and gave us the time and ability to set things in motion…

And now?

Gran Number One, the Nukular Powered Never Sleeps Redhead has been formally adopted by the OtherGrans which means she’s safe forever. And for that? Well… maybe that one good deed is something I can be proud of for setting in motion. Maybe that’ll keep me out of Hell when the Reckoning comes right?

See… Family may be blood…
BUT
To me, Family is something/the people you choose.

And despite some bad choices, and shit-decisions I’ve made as well as ‘other’ things in my life, I choose to make sure Red and Addy are going to be in my life no matter fucking what and that they know it.

In fact, one of the things that drives SWMNBN absolutely bugshit insane is that OtherGran? Her X-Hubby? He and I, despite all of her machinations, actually were and now are close and get along thick as thieves. It positively drives her to madness…

I mean sure, he’s got his faults (like being a rabid Bucs fan LOL) but overall, even before the whole shytteshow, he and I actually got along pretty well… and now?

Well… let’s just say I get visitation after Red gets fully settled into school. Right now she needs to focus, but after? Frodrick (which is how I’ll refer to him, as he reminds me of Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”) Frodrick has already said that Red can come for a weekend with Sapper and myself AFTER she gets her ‘school rhythm’ and pattern down.

That’s pretty important as she’s a wee bit ADHD and non-stop as I’ve mentioned… so making sure that getting her ‘patterns’ and regular ‘dynamic’ right is more important right now that a visit with Big Papi, Sapper and the Doggos. Once she’s good, I might spoil her with a trip to Busch Gardens or something… either way…

Family is important

BUT

Not if it hurts or harms you.
Or diminishes or degrades you
ESPECIALLY if the people who are doing this claim that they’re doing it out of ‘love’ or ‘care’ or even worse, the phrase “… for your own good!!!” That bullshit gets immediately classed under gaslighting and fuck everyone who’s ever done it to me in the past… preferably sideways with a jackhammer…

Hence why I have very limited contact with a lot of my ‘blood kin’… Like why should I tolerate disrespect, gaslighting and bullshit ALL because we have some ‘blood related relationship’?

Nope.

Done with that.
My family are who I choose

Like it, lump it, or leave it.
I’m too old to play semantic games.

And Red and Addy?
THOSE are my Grans.
End of Story/Explanation.

So otherwise, a story from WAAAY back in the day…
Since SWMNBN has been telling THE WORLD I’m some sort of abusive prick, making sound like I’m some sort of alcoholic abusive wife-beater, I figure I should clarify things.

1) I am not an alcoholic
They go to meetings.
I’m a fucking drunk goddamit.
Get it right woman!

2) I’m abusive.
Nope.
Never have I ever hit a woman
EXCEPT
(queue story time)

WAAAAAAAAAAAY back in the day as a young party hard E-4 in Nurnberg Germany, there was a rather notorious club called the “Green Goose”:

“The Goose” as we called it was a Heavy Metal Bar. Just Outside/Inside of the “Old Town” side of Nurnberg, with a GREAT Gyro shop next door, it was the go-to place for most of 1-4 Infantry back in the day’. The Goose was originally opened and run by a US Army veteran, it had expanded alllllll over Germany when I was there. Bamberg, Frankfurt… it was Nurnberg ‘branch’ if you will that I practically lived at during my two years there, and had a great time while doing so. I even had the “club card” that let me get in without having to pay a cover:

I’m kind of bummed that I don’t remember what happened to that card… it was like an actual plastic card like a credit card… but anyways…

Since places like this is where “Joe” (i.e. US Army Personnel) congregates, you invariably end up with some fights/brawling or in some instances some “out of Hollywood” full on Bar Brawls like you see in the movies.

One night I ended up involved in one such fight.

The night started off like a normal Friday.
Lots of booze
Great Music
Pantera being a BIG thing on the play list at the time… Glen Danzig and “Mother” being on regular rotation:

I have NO IDEA how the fight started…

I just know it erupted
Sort of like a Volcano…
Shit starts popping off, and it becomes your mission to survive

My best friend Dana and Squad mate went back-to-back literally. We had gone through Basic Training together, went to the Gulf for Gulf War One together, ended up being RIF’d together, lived together, and even rejoined active duty together. I mean this guy and I were family to the point that to this day MomUnit is bummed he and I had a falling out as she considers him her third son…

I won’t get too deeply into it but we were friends up until he met and got with this weird Catholic Fringe group where he met and married chick from it… From what I can tell, it’s a cult IMO… they have Ordained “Catholic Female “Priestesses” and such whatnot… its utterly bizarre and really weird and our last communique after we had met up in Baghdad (me a Contractor, and him leading a platoon of Mech Infantry on Bradleys) was when I send him a post card asking how things were and he pretty much called me a “sinner” and that he needed to cut all ties with my “sin-filled life” and me for it… and that was that… call it 7 years ago…

I’m still besties w/his first ex-wife Sabine who he was with during out time in Germany. I love that girl to death… my lil sis if you will… anyways…

Dana and I went back to back.
Beer mugs, tables, chairs… ALL sorts of shit flying ALL around the room. It was pretty dicey, but we were holding our own.

Well now, in this fight this was the ONLY time I EVER full on hit a whammenz IRL…  As I said, my bro and I were back-to-back throwing down with all comers in a classic bar brawl when I had some (what I thought was a) dude coming at me with one of them 1.5 liter German beer bottles over their head swinging to bring it down on my nugget… pretty much trying to kill me is what my reaction was at the time… 

Thankfully (or not) I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, and it was one of the greatest punches I ever threw… I was able to step into the punch.

Like I was able to step forward, and I telegraphed this fucking thing to the MAX with ALL my upper body strength (and as you all know, I’m a fucking beast IRL) so it was a PURE uppercut…

A textbook PERFECT impact…
I hit the (what I thought was a) ‘dude’ so hard, he/she was literally thrown across the bar unconscious…  This punch literally blew her (no shit) out of her sneakers… 

It was when he/she slumped to the floor bleeding all over the place I realized t’weren’t no dude, but a bitch.  Back then, Male Krauts usually had long-ish hippy style hair, so I thought it was a dude…. and she didn’t have any tits that ‘registered’ if’n you know what I mean… My target recognition if you will, in the heat of the moment wasn’t tracking so well…

So, she went down and out for the count…
Needless to say, due to the mayhem and the knowledge that the MPs as well as the local Gestapo would be showing up shortly, Dana and myself, as well as a slew of other combatants and practitioners of hand-to-hand combat made ourselves scarce toute-le-fucking-suite.
Departed with haste
Vamoosed
Bailed
Headed for the woodline
You get the idea…
However…

I found out later that the German Politzei and MPs were looking for me for really real as I had apparently REALLY fucked this broad up. I had (from all reports) fractured her jaw, knocked out like half of her chompers and/or broke the majority of them when her jaw got crushed, and left her half retarded from the concussion. 

THANKFULLY No one “grassed” on me as the Brits would say… with damned near the entire overwhelming attitude of everyone involved was that she got what she deserved trying to stave my squash in w/one of them BIG beer bottles. It seems that they spent a few months ‘looking’ for me, but from my understanding is the MPs didn’t try that hard under the circumstances… Go figure right?

And as a side note? A funny thing is the right hand ring finger knuckle is still flattened from that punch…  Best punch I ever threw TBH.

FAFO indeed amiright?

So More Later
Big Country