Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! And from what I can tell, ZERO mention in any western Ministries of Propaganda and lies. Guess the Revolution will NOT be broadcast…
According to that, one confirmed dead. Seems that there was a protest that formed up over the replacement of Krazypants aka Zaluzhnyi or however you spell that dudes name.
Looks like Poroshenko, the guy -we- (the GAE) ran out of town was speaking, and depending on the wording in the article, some of the Krainfeld Bully Boys showed up and shots have been fired.
Match to fuse moment? I’ll update as I find more things out More Later Big Country
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Only about 45 minutes (as I type this) ’til the interview with VodkaManBad and FormerFoxManBad and possibly some interesting ‘stuff’ to come out.
Supposedly there was a leak of the transcript of the interview, which I’m throwing here:
TUCKER: What would you tell the people running America?
PUTIN: Our message is Russia is not your enemy. We don’t want war. We’re ready for peace. Your leaders seek conflict. This is not what we want. Russia stands for its own people. We do not want what is not ours.
Ok…
Seems this’s bullshit.
OK… far be it for me to spread fake news. I’ll leave that to the professionals like CNN/CBS/ABC/ and the worst perpetrator, MSNBC. Either way though, the interview has had people on the side of the current (Mal)Administration and its cheerleaders shitting in their collective depends.
To the point that some pundits have been openly calling for Tucker to be kept out of the States, despite never having done anything, except like, you know, his fucking job.
Sweet Jeebus come and squeeze us.
So, guess we’ll see IF there are any revelations to be had. Next: The Midget Dicked Krazed Kokaine Kowboy of the Krain, Krainfeld –finally– shit and got off the fucking pot by relieving General “Krazypants” Zaluzhny. Reason I call him Krazypants was that interview he did? The one where he started talking about A.I. controlled fusion powered tunneling robots? Yeeeah. Krazy AF IMO. Now, interestingly, he did not replace him with Kyrylo Budanov, now to be known as “Kylo Badenov”, Boris’s lil Krainian Brother.
Kylo, because he –is– an evil Sith Like Motherfucker by all reports. Nope… instead they replaced him with what would be considered Krazypants direct subordinate, Oleksandr Syrskyi to being the Headman over ALL of the (remaining) forces. Before that, he was the Krainian Ground (meat) Forces Commander. I think this was to keep the idea of having too much slime dragged around as Kylo has a rep for that sort of thing…
Right now they’re hoping this doesn’t cause a revolt in the (depleted) ranks. Reason I’m saying this is I found a tidbit on Moon of Alabama with the quote:
“They come in waves,” said Lt. Oleksandr Shyrshyn, 29, the deputy battalion commander in the 47th Mechanized Brigade. “And they do not stop.”
Moon of Alabama via The New Yawk Slimes
And, just as MoA noticed… The deputy battalion commander is fucking 29!?! AND only an El-Tee!?!
They got a FAR bigger problem than who the head man is. For those of you who’re civilians… a deputy battalion commander -should- be a Major by US Army standards… the Battalion Executive Officer or X.O….
Now in Krainian formations? Not sure of their rank/command structure… could be the equivalent of a Lieutenant Colonel or as we call it a “Light Bird” as the former Soviet Republic(s) tended to be ‘heavy’ rank wise on command positions. US Battalions are usually commanded by a Light Bird, with Brigades being a full Colonel (the eagle insignia) which is why we call it a “Full Bird” Colonel.
If they got a Butterbar (brown rank bar) or a 2nd LT playing at a Battalion X.O. slot? OMFG… they are soooooooo utterly and completely fucked. I do doubt it though, as 29? That’d be a well seasoned 1st LT who’d normally be a Platoon Leader. A Platoon of Infantry (US Sized) is normally between 40-50 troops, with 4-5 squads at 10 men each +/-. The platoon is a pretty small bunch.
A Battalion? Battalions consist of four to six companies and can include up to about 1,000 soldiers. And it ALSO means a hell of a lot more officers.
Lets say for Funsies: One Battalion commanded by a Lt. Colonel, a Major for the X.O. 4 Companies in this Unit. Which means 4 Captains, and their X.O.s. Not sure what role this guy –had– but either way, he got command by every. single. officer. above. him. getting. killed.
Last man standing and all that. As I said, They’re fucked. When a LT, no matter how good he is is left ‘holding the bag’, your DotMil is in some seriously deep shit. Granted, this guy? He’s -got- to be good to have lasted this long, so my hat off to you LT, wherever you are.
So, lastly. Couple of y’all have said to do a fundraiser. Maaan… I’d rather rip my eyes out. That being said though, after today, it became mandatory. For the record, Gretchen has been diagnosed with Stage 2 Invasive Metastatic Breast Cancer. Now the good news is her biopsy for the Lymph Nodes came back clean. That however is underlined with a big “for now”. If we don’t get humping on this, if that changes, then shit goes fucking pear shaped (like today). She was supposed to get a BRCA genetic test, which I already know she’s going to ‘fail’ so to speak.
The BRCA gene test looks for DNA changes that increase the risk of breast cancer and ovarian cancer. That’s the test that caused a LOT of Hollyweird chicks to lop off Ye Olde Boobies preemptively. In Gretch’s case, BOTH her Grannies died of BC, and her Mom survived it, but sans boobage.
The fucking Gyno Shop she’d been going to wanted $400 on top of everything else to do what I figure -should- nominally be a simple test. We left and are exploring other options. My own is to go back and bar and lock the doors and windows, and burn the thieving fucks alive, but I have been known to be a bit ‘reactionary’. So yeah, Copays and a 10k Out of Pocket? Nevermind having to repair the damage to that magnificent rack?
That was when she was one of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers Pirate Crew… we got to go on the Pirate Ship (me and Sapper) while she did the whole entertainment thing…
Thanks so much Obama! May You Forever Smoke a Turd in Hell You Asshole. The Link -should- be at the top, but if not:
If you can help, it’s appreciated. If not and only prayers are offered, double the thanks. Shit is old and wearing, so hey… I’ll get through it.
… Oh, I get by with a little help from my frens Mm, get high with a little help from my frens Oh, I’m gonna try with a little help from my frens
… Do you need anybody? I just need someone to love Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love
… Oh, I get by with a little help from my frens Mm, gonna try with a little help from my frens Oh, I get high with a little help from my frens Yes, I get by with a little help from my frens With a little help from my frens”
My Thanks and Love to You All for being here and just allowing me to vent. More Later Big Country
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! So, a small metaphor for tonight:
Become A Swiss Army Knife.
The More Blades, The Better.
Like I say about myself “Jack of All, Master of None” (or thereabouts). The concept came to me tonight whilst prepping Gretchen’s Ivermectin shot. It sort of came to me…
I got a lot of varied skills. Like a really huge amount. I knew what size needle gauge and syringe we needed to ‘do’ her shot up correctly (the lil diabetic 100 minis are waaay too small) as well as, well hell the fact that I’ve had the Ivermectin on hand for emergencies i.e. any of us getting hit with a more potent Phase 3, 4 or 5 variant of the ‘Vid, well it’s kind of reassuring for her to know I have an encyclopedic pile of intel crammed in the thinkin’ meat.
True Fact: After about our 2nd or 3rd Anniversary, Gretchen broke up with me. “Reasons and sheeee-it” as I called it. IRL she was playing ‘dread game’ (fear of losing someone forever) the female variant, but honestly? That shit doesn’t work on me. FAR too many younger and tighter out there dying to get with a guy like myself…
So, I told her “OK, you get ONE break, and after that, it’s the streets for you. HOWEVER… best not fuck around too long ‘cos your ass’ll find out hard because I’ve never had an issue finding a replacement.” I then pointed out that I had told the X the same exact thing… the X ignored it and well, almost 30 days to the day the X and I were done, I had Gretchen and about 2 other plates spinning…
Sometimes as cruel as it may be, ya gotta remind ’em:
“Men age like a Fine Cognac, Women age like Milk”
She was back within 2 weeks. It was nice to have a break TBH. Anyways… point is, that tonight? Tonight, while I was reassuring her shit was going to be fine, she thanked me profusely for taking her back. I had to ask what the hell she was talking about as, well, I’m a guy. I’d forgotten that shit 5 minutes after she got back. She also told me she’d realized the world was going to be seriously pear shaped, and she could do far worse as far as an “Apocalypse Boyfriend/Husband” than me.
So yeah. Besides a minor ego trip, and yeah, allow me… it’s been a rough patch lately… but yeah. If anything that’s happening, you need “blades on your knife.” Ergo the Swiss Army Knife.
The more skills you know and have, the better.
It’s great if you’ve got some medical skills… it’s better if you have medical certifications… BEST if you have IRL experience dealing with Medical Issues either under fire/stress or under ‘austere conditions’. Being able to suture someone is valuable not if, but when shit does eventually go retarded.
Same goes for your boomstick. Great if you can do minor repairs on your AR. Best if you can tear one down and/or build one from a pile of pieces-parts… or, BEST if you’re given 4 burned up, battle damaged M-4s and can make as many functional rifles with bare minimum tools.
Godlike Level is unlocked and achieved if you can make a weapon from basic Harbor Freight tools and scrap metal like Phil from BustedKnuckles. Gunsmithing and Reloading are going to be serious ‘must have’ skills post whatever-the-fuck is coming.
So, my advice: To reiterate Get some skills. The More, The Better.
Note to this also: All these guys running around doing ‘tactical training’ and whatnot for hundreds of dollars? Yeah… I suppose if you have had ZERO training EVER then , yep… it might be advisable. Thing of it is, is that if you served in the DotMil, or are an avid hunter/fisherman/wilderness kind of guy, then, unless you’re planning on forming up a squad of wannabe Militia, then no, I’d say avoid that crap.
First, it’s pricey.
Secondly, especially in light of some of the new ‘Anti-Training/Anti-Militia’ legislation they’re trying to push, I’m pretty sure that -somewhere- in those bills is something about mandatory intel gathering and whatnot to make lists of those who do or have done some form of advanced tacticool rifle/pistol training. Easier to round up folks to kill ’em later if they feel the need.
Your best sources you can do use simple. First Aid stuff at Community Colleges or the “Y” Appleseed Rifle Marksmanship Courses as so far that’s not on the ‘bad guy list’ as of yet. Of course that’ll probably change knowing our current maladministration.
And Books…
Boy oh Boy oh Boy.
Get Hardcopyof Everything You Think You >Might< Need
Can’t emphasize this enough Unfortunately for us, we’ve all gotten waaay too cozy with our electronic gizmos, doodads and whatchamacallits. God forbid, we get a EMP/Grid Down/No More Net situation, most motherfuckers won’t know how to get home without the Goolag.
Land Nav? What is this Land Nav of which you speak?
Costly? Can be. That’s what used book stores online are for. As long as they’re not missing pages and/or tore the fuck up to illegibility, used books are fucking mint for these purposes. My own ‘operational immediate’ library is this:
Shakespeare, Religion (Shintoism and Buddhism, plus ‘other’ meditative stuff…) Philosophy and poetry, Basho in particular. Medical Books to include Survival Medicine and the incomparable “Where There Are No Doctors”. Reloading Manuals. Intel Gathering books. How to use Commo (Thanks to Brushbeater for those). Uncle Ted’s books (all of them… fascinating how brilliant but cracked he was… a true visionary, albeit pretty fucked in the head) and then also, Field Manuals, DotMil, multibranch. The grey “survival guides” up there are alll the pre-Y2K stuff I printed off when I first found out about prepping and Y2K… all off of USENET believe it or not (tell me I’m dating myself Aye?) It contains articles and how-to stuff about animal husbandry, skinning animals properly, egg storage and the like.
And that’s just the “OMFG The house is on fire!!!! Quick get these in the truck so’s we at least have them!!!” collection. The third bedroom has literally 8 bookcases stuffed with books, from Gardening (18th Century Florida Style) to Sniping by John Plaster.
Each skill you have is a blade in your knife. Each book you have sharpens that blade. Each blade can help you live better and survive.
As Sapper pointed out the relevant quote to me, which I had forgotten (Bad BC, Bad BC!) from the Master, Robert Heinlien:
“Specialization is for Ants”
Hope you enjoyed. Thoughts? More Later Big Country
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Ladies and Gentlemen, Children of All Ages, Stubfarts, Weirdos, Malcontents and just plain Assholes, Let me be one of the first to say Glen Filthie is back.
Good to have Glen back. Always loved his original blegg as he had some incredible finds of pictures of some classic weapons and whatnot from better times. Always appreciated the classics donchaknow Aye?
That and since JL aka The Bitter Centurion bailed, whelp, when Filthie left, (also known as the “Advanced Aesop Annoyer”) we lost two of the “good canoeheads.” I’ve offered JL Poasting Privileges before here, as well as Glen, but both so far had/have not taken me up on it. Hopefully he (JL) reads this and some peer pressure gets him to unleash his Bitterness here once and a while. Glen now is back, so good on ya.
Hell, I’d welcome the break occasionally.
That being said, been busy. Second Biopsy today, Lymph Nodes now. Thursday is when we start doing the Plan of Attack.
Not that I haven’t already. I thought about OPSEC, but you know what?
Fuck ’em.
I’ma gonna document all of this shit, ‘cos you know what?
People need to know if these alternative (read cheaper) treatments work or not. The insurance company and CancerCroakers (outside of Doctor Samizdat whom I’m consulting with) can suck. my. hairy. unwiped. taint.
ESPECIALLY IF THIS WORKS OUTSIDE OF ‘NORMAL’REGIMEN. (I.E. Chemo/Radiation/Titty Choppin’ >shudder<)
Yep. So… thus far
2.5 mL injectable Ivermectin daily. 2.5 mL oral suspension Fenbendazole 40 mcg Vitamin D 10mg Vitamin B6 435mg Magnesium 25mg Zinc 2.2 Grams Concentrated Ascorbic Acid (Vitamin C… compounding stuff they use to make Vitamin C IVs with) orally. And finally, in a few days: MAF capsules which are macrophage activation factor ‘stuff’… Steady Steve recommended it, and after I read the papers on it, seems this in conjunction with ALL the rest of that, -hopefully- this works. One of the papers is HERE. Another, as it’s a Japanese thing is HERE. The Japs were highly suspicious of the Vaxx, so this was one of their trials… to which it seems that it is: “Gc-MAF is a promising, new, unapproved medication as a macrophage activating factor (MAF) to treat cancer. There is solid evidence of its efficacy in cancer patients, but a number of researchers remain in doubt.” Doubt? The same doubt of Ivermectin working on the ‘Vid? Yeeeeeah… about that…. With MY WIFES titties on the line, I’ll chance it. It costs $250+ per month, so not cheap. It’ll be here Thursday or Friday… I paid the extra $30 to get the fast shipping but it –is– Japan.
So far, the only bitch Gretchen has is the bruising on her tummy from the needles. Go figure…. Whammen Aye? Not like she’s gonna be in a bikini this time of year anyways, and all I have to dois point out, bruises heal, titties being fucking cut the fuck off is forever.
ZERO side effects otherwise. No Puking, No Diarrhea (outside of normal stress relating eruptions)… no stomach issues (which is a miracle as Gretchen has digestive issues)… Only other ‘things’ we’re doing is a LOT of Pomegranate Juice (organic stuff, also costly) and Beet Juice, plus I forgot….
The worst part? Cutting the Junkie’s fix. Namely Sugar. I have to wean her off it. Chick would eat a stick of butter straight by dipping it in a sugar bowl I swear. Sweet tooth? Try a sweet head. Its the worst thing and I have to be militant as sugar feeds tumors like a motherfucker. Trust me, been there, done that.
She gets grumpy when I tell her “No!” when she wants another Popsicle (frozen sugar) or a Fudgesicle (frozen chocolate flavored sugar). Gonna have to stay strong AND firm. So far the asking her flat out: “Do you want to fucking die? I can arrange it quickly and painlessly and it won’t bankrupt my ass…just the cost of one $0.75 cent .357 hollowpoint…”
“HOWEVER: IF You die, Kylie is out on having her GiGi around, and I’m out Wife #2, and then, I lose any and all chances of ever being able to recover Adriana.”
That’s been able to shut down her bitching. I mean it too. Love can be a stone cold motherfucker Aye?
Gotta be brutal Me Droogs N Droogettes. Best Harden Yerselves Now, and Fix what you need to fix on the MedSide Now, as methinks we’re running short on time. Watch your six, be true to one another, help when you can, and
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Can’t really focus tonight. As you can well imagine, but, The Show Must Go On. So MEMES Classic, some not so much, but ALL highly offensive. Feel free to reuse, redistribute and use freely.
Greetings me Droogs N Droogettes! Couldn’t let January go by without a great big dose of “What the fuck was that!?!” i.e. something stomach related. I’m just now feeling a wee bit better… still pretty weak TBH. Food poisoning I reckon as Sapper and Gretchen have been fine, but it’s still weird AF as we all ate pretty much the same exact thing, with the exception of the BritRat Muesli I had two days ago for breakfast… and even then I only managed to choke down two spoonfuls before I quit as it was pretty fucking gross.
So, two days of non-stop toilet fun and games.
To top it off with us getting word that yes, Gretchen has Teh Boobie Cancer dammit.
I’m growing weary of these ‘issues’ that keep cropping up. And no, t’ain’t me causing it. Unless I peed on some unmarked Babylonian King or Queens Tomb when I was in Iraq (entirely possible) there by activating some ancient curse… It’s been one thing after another, after another, and so on and so on.
“O My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as You will.”
Matthew 26:39
I mean personally, I’d reeeeally like a ‘bye’ on this particular shitshow that’s now inbound. Ins’Allah, this too will pass, but only in The Lords time I suppose.
The biggest piss me off tho is why did it have to be titty cancer? I mean hers are works of Art man… “Breastages by Botticelli” I swear… Chris Muir got ’em so right I had to ask Gretchen if she’d ever met/dated him when he did the Naughty Gretchen Nurse cartoon for Mike Hendrix’s fundraiser:
I think the majority of y’all saw her in a bikini shot I put up on occasion… for a 52 year old chick, she’s still racked, stacked and packed.
HOPEFULLY we caught this shit early enough that they don’t get damaged…. that’d be a literal crime. For grins and giggles we’re going to try some alternative natural methods… dietary and whatnot… the stuff -I- did to help beat the Lung Cancer that fucked me up back a ways ago.
We really appreciate all the suggestions and whatnot, ideas, plans, diets, my DMs have been getting blown up. I’m going to do a fundraiser maybe as much as I hate the idea… I’m not going to comment on the stuff we do as I don’t want flak from either the (non)insurance company nor the Croakers. We’re going to be ‘good lil obedient patients’ doncha know? </sarc>
They play word games, so I too can play word games.
So, that in a nutshell/case is what’s been happening around here. Part of the stomach issues too I believe is a psychosomatic reaction to the news… they told us and as soon as they did, I had to grab the garbage can and ralph right there n then…
Now, other late Empire Stoopid: Seems that we hit 84 sites in Syria and Iraq? What? I swear to God… 3 Engineer Support troops get cashed in, along with 30+ wounded, and not only does it take like what? A week, week and a half? to start blowing up shit, but when we do start blowing up shit, we pick on the smallest, least likely-to-have-done it groups and areas???
It’s like the ‘MuricanBully gets punched a few times by the local IranianBully (lets face it, Iran IS the Big Dawg in that A.O. now) so in turn, for vengeance, The ‘MuricanBully instead goes after IranBullys retarded little brother, Iraq and his autistic sister Syria, both of whom already had the shit beat out of them by the ‘MuricanBully…
Is it me, or has GloboHomo GAE gone completely and utterly insane? I mean those of us here have known it for a while… but it appears to be becoming moar and moar pronounced as of late. My hunch is that “Team Carcass” is literally shitting in their collective drawers now, much like their puppet. The Pretender to the Glorious and Harmonious P&PBUH (Plus 10%) Orifice of The (p)Resident, The Dementor-in-Chief, Emperor Poopypants the First, Chief Executive of the Kidsmeller Pursuivant, Good Ole Slo Xi-Den has, as of late outdone himself in ‘teh stoopid’
That particular gaff was sooo bad Snopes initially said that it was “Fake” and they had to reverse themselves, after stating that “… it’s not uncommon for working class people to put their helmet on backwards while working.”
As if anyone from Snopes has ever worn a Hard Hat in their entire fucking lives, outside of the Tonka Hard Hat that we ALL had when we were 6-7 years old, playing with the Dump Truck or whatever… they wouldn’t have a CLUE as to the proper wear of PPE…
Hell, in Iraq for some of the jobs we had, I had (for a while) a cowboy hat safety helmet:
Had it until I went on leave, and someone decided they liked it moar than I did. Rat bastard… never did find out who snatched it…
SO, “Team Carcass” is in trouble. We know it, They know it.
The latest out from James O’Keefe’s latest sting is proof positive that those surrounding the Corpse in Chief is never going to make it over the line to another full term.
The problem stems from the fact is that they ain’t got a good second choice. According to the source, one Charlie Kraiger – who is a Cybersecurity Policy Analyst and Foreign Affairs Desk Officer in the Executive Office at the White House pretty much gave up ALL the intel to O’Keefe regarding the ‘behind the curtain’ action in the Oval Orifice.
What’s even moar hilarious is Kraiger didn’t recognize O’Keefe desipte being the “Cybersecurity Policy Analyst” who, under normal circumstances this guy should be well aware of any potential adversary. But, I guess trying to ‘dip his wick’ was more important. Yeah, he’s a degenerate fag. They set up the meet up on Grinder or some such queer version of Tinder.
Shit like that is exactly why back in the day, Homosexuals were not allowed to hold clearances or sensitive positions. I think this’s the second, or may even be the third gay guy they’ve caught on tape giving up intel, mainly to show off “how important” they are and impress their “date” with what a big deal they are…
Fuck man… what a maroon.
Late Empire Collapse Anyone? So, More Later Big Country
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Not sure how this particular ‘thing’ is going to play out or how they’re going to spin it:
Uhhh Ok… Got a hunch they’re going to spin up Ye Olde Memory Hole as fast as fucking possible… Like a Warp Speed Spin Up…
The last thing they want to do is have this give –anyone else– any ideas in the same groove. Not for nothing, got no idea if the guy is a full-on nutjob… I mean he obviously is but there’s ‘nuts’ as in the guy has a loooong history of being a Schizophrenic and/or on an even loooonger list of psychotropic drugs, OR he’s ‘nuts’, as in he just finally said “I’m fucking DONE!” and went full house-psycho on his old man…
Story is here: LINK (Let’s see if it gets memory holed)
So, there’s got to be a story behind this. Dad was 68 and a Boomer. Kid, named Justin Mohn is 32, so that makes him a Millennial. Dad worked for the FedGov for 20+ years. My guess? Kid being 32, still living at Home, and maybe BoomerDad gave him the ‘bootstrap lecture’ one too many a time, and guy fucking flipped his collective shit.
Yeah. “Off With His Head!!!” But, the reason I say they’re gonna memory hole this? The money quote from the article is:
“Mohn went on to say he was offering a $1 million bounty to anyone who could kill top officials including FBI Director Christopher Wray, Attorney General Merrick Garland and former Attorney General Bill Barr.”
The Daily Mail
Yeeeeeah… Unless they’re absolutely fucking retarded even more that -I- believe, they’ll bury this story deeper than Epstein’s Client List. Now, considering just how stupid some of the jackholes who’re running the show in the country right now, they might just go Full Retard and blame MAGA and Trump or some such… Thing is, this right here is something I’ve been watching for.
I’ve said it a multiplicity of times. The Head Honchos out there? Pretty Untouchable. Lots of Guards, Security… what have you. The Support Staff/Lower Bureaucrats and whatnot?
VERY Fucking Touchable. Never mind their ‘support staff’ to include families and ‘other’ things. I mean look at what happened to that Mayor in France who was promoting his Village as a migrant sanctuary.
“The mayor of a small French town whose home was set on fire amid a bitter battle over bringing in migrants is resigning from his job of overseeing an increasingly divided community.”
Associated Press, May 11, 2023
Seems the Mayor ‘got the message’ and GTFO while he still could. They firebombed his crib with him and his family inside, and torched two of his cars in the driveway.
He’s lucky. Like I said, not sure if the kid above is a Genuine Nutjob or a “Momentary Loss of Sanity” Nutjob… either way, gotta say, it takes a lot to remove a human casaba off of one’s neck and/or shoulders.
Now I’m not promoting anything. Nope, I’m just a JAFO. Just Another Fucking Observer. And I’m figuring we might… waitaminute… come to think of it, IF some individual DID take in on themselves to start ‘cleaning up certain issues’ they more than likely wouldn’t let anyone know, ‘cos THAT would most definitely spawn a HUUUGE level of copycats, so no…
Probably won’t be hearing anything about wide swathes of FedGov Drones and Petty Bureaucrats being found dead of ‘suddenly’ and/or random muggings like the DemoncRat Kid Seth Rich that they had murdered for comping all of Killary’s emails and dirt to Assange.
Word I got was that he was murdered by two hired hand MS-13 thugs for leaking the thumb drive full of dirt to Assange. The MS-13 hitters were hired to do the deed, and then when they showed up to get paid, they in turn got whacked by a dependable contractor who’s known for doing dirty for the Clintons et al. No one was going to miss a pair of illegal MS-13 Gang Members Aye?
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Bah Doctors and the like. Fucking hate the croakers. Even WITH Insurance the cost of all of these visits is starting to cost. Next on is a $300 up-front copay for the next MRI? CAT? Mammo? Not even sure. Anyways, feel free to hit the Paypal if’n you can as it’d help.
Now, Besides being run thru the titty-wringer (literally in Gretchen’s case) I’ve been watching and seeing the whole unfolding of the Taylor Swift/NFL/Travis Kelce PsyOp unfolding right in front of us…
A fucking disturbing video IMO… From the comments: “TFW When you realize the target they’re referring to in the video is you.” Indeed.
They’ve been all over the news worldwide. It’s enough to make one puke. She’s a flat-assed 34 year old brainless singer who’s fully co-opted by Soros and Company. She started out in 05 as a moderate Country Singer out of Nashville, and somehow managed to get noticed by all the right (or wrong depending on your perspective) people.
Before this marketing push, she was best known as a chick who was famous for singing about all the shitty men she chose to slore on her cock-carousel.
Somehow, this managed to translate to all the tween girls out there, and next thing you know, she’s “dating” Travis Kelce of the Chiefs…
Reason I use quotes around that was Enty over on CDAN had a blind months ago saying that the whole relationshit was transactional. The NFL has been suffering for years with a significant drop in viewership and ticket sales. What not a better thing than to get “The ‘IT’ Girl” of the Year and promote a relationshit with a well know Hero-Sportsball player?
Then, make sure that the Team that the Hero plays for not only gets into the Stupor-Bowl, but wins it? Yeah, I’m calling it now… Chiefs 42, Other (I don’t even know who they’re playing) 38, with some oh so close calls and a last minute WIN!
Maybe I’m wrong but hey, it is “sports entertainment” according to the charter. Just like the World Wrestling Entertainment, it’s a show. IT’S NOT. REAL.
I figured that out when the Patriots went to their very first Stupor-Bowl. Remember when that was? Yep. Right After 9-11.
Of course that “PATRIOTS” were going to be “The Winningest Team EVVAR!!!” that year. Not only that, when the team was introduced onto the field, for the first time ever, instead of naming off the individual players, they all were announced as ONE BIG TEAM!!!! running onto the feild all at once… How ‘Murican! How Patriotic! Yay Sportsball! Jeez… So lots of people have come to the ‘wake up’ time… especially in light of how hard they’ve been pushing it. In fact, that’s part of their problem. They lack intelligence in pushing this sort of shytte, so they lack subtlety. This particular shitshow is so blatant and in your face, I think it’ll backfire.
Vivek and Jack get it… I mean she’s never been one to hide her true feelings:
There’s also a reason you never see her being interviewed. I found ONE clip that’s out there from around 2020, and let me tell you, ‘ditzy dumbass blonde cumdumpster’ is a pretty accurate description.
If she picked her nose, the roof of her skull just might cave it, as she’d be undermining the support structure that’s there. Jes’ Sayin’ So, high-on-her-own-supply, and probably in coordination with the PsyOps kids, as well as the DemoncRats, they think they can mobilize the “Swifties” to voat… some numbers being tossed around is 15 percentage points of the idiots out there who ‘follow the programming’ will voat for “the current thing”.
Sums it up nicely there Aye? The good news is that in the same poll, 17 percent of folks said they’d do the polar opposite of what Tay-Tay calls for… So not everyone is that retarded out there thankfully. It’s just amazing to me how many fucking sheep buy into this sort of thing. Hopefully we don’t get a (s)election this year… that’s my wish.
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! So, t’was our turn to Celebrate the –6th– Birfday of the Redheaded Nuklear Powered Gran. She hit the marker on this past Tuesday, but appointments and reasons we couldn’t attend the celebration on the day itself.
So today was the throwdown. Maaan… she’s six Where in the ever loving hell did the time go???
We took her to an honest to God toy store that’s up in Wesley Chapel… Turtle’s Toys or some such. It was a massive throwback to the ‘old days’ when toy stores still existed. Wasn’t overpriced either. She got to pick out three toys. One from each of us, being Myself, Gretch, and Sapper (who actually ventured out with us, which is unusual as normally Sunday is his busy day at work). The only limitation was $$$ and the ‘type’ of toy… none of that “Bratz” pseudo-slut female gggggggirl dollys or shytte like that Aye?
She actually picked out three very cute and nice toys. One was a Barbie-ish (offbrand, so cheaper Yay!) doll with a wardrobe of clothing and outfits to change into, as well as a princess doll w/ MOAR outfits to change her into, and some coloring book thingy.
Had to talk her out of the $100 Giraffe… Even if I -did- buy it for her, how the hell was I going to fit it in our itty-bitty Hyundai?
Then, after the toys were handled, it was off to the Main Event. Literally. That’s the name of it “Main Event”
It’s a BIG chain like “Dave and Busters” except with more ‘stuff’ to do… Bowling, Pool, Laser Tag, Video Games… a major entertainment complex. We did lunch first, which after she had her pepperoni pizza, (“heavy on the cheese” mind you) she got her birfday dessert:
Oreo Cheesecake… And nope, there were NO leftovers for Big Papi to have (queue sad face). Once she got done with that, and after she had talked up like everyone in the immediate area, we did the bowling thing. And no shit, she damned near handed ALL of us our asses.
She didn’t use the kid bumpers, but did use what I took to calling the ‘ball launcher’ as she couldn’t really heave the ball. Not even kidding, she got 2nd place out of the four of us playing, and the ONLY reason I won was I got lucky and got a strike. Lil Goober had mad ability compared to the rest of us.
Sapper almost requested the bumpers as his handle came close to being changed to “Gutterball”.
In all reality, we, the adults, were definitely feeling out age(s). I was so stiff, I couldn’t do the traditional “walk up, slide and bend and throw/roll the ball” towards the pins. It was more like “Lurch up to the line, and heave that fucker at warp speed, damn how loud or hard the ball hit when it finally made contact with the alley”…
Sort of a “Hulk SMASH!!!” approach to bowling.
So, that was today. Living life, albeit sore and a wee bit sorry after the fact. As far as the -other- stuff, I greatly appreciate everyone’s comments, concerns and prayers for Gretchen. We still have another round on the Titty-Squisher™ to get comparables so’s we can see what may or may not be going on. Never fear though people, I’m on the case.
I mean I know how to deal with these CancerQuacks.
DeadDad earned that moniker waaay too early due to them pushing the “Regular Treatment Plan” consisting of Loads of Chemo (at $26k a throw, mostly covered by insurance thank God) and Radiation (which left him feeling like shit, and bald AF), and finally, towards the end some surgery.
Seven. Fucking. Years. he had to go through all that shit. Agony. Miserable. Hating it. His last year (I was in Iraq) he decided he was done fucking around, and called ENDEX (End of Exercise) on all the shit so’s he had a few months of quality left with MomUnit before he cashed in.
Because of having observing this (from afar, as I was overseas the majority of that shytteshow) and hearing and on the occasion of seeing it (like at FedBros wedding and a couple of other times), when -I- got diagnosed with Stage 3 Lung Cancer, I wasn’t falling for the “standard protocol” bullshit.
Not that they didn’t try that like O’Shytte.
I was lucky and got to be treated at Moffit here in Tampa. When I went in, I was pretty fucking upfront about the treatment plan. ‘Plan A’ was that I told them to cut the whole lower left half of the lung out ASAP.
It took some threats and coercion on my part… I had to explain to the FrogDoc (French Canoehead CancerDoc) that IF he tried to debate me vis-a-vis cutting it out RT-RT (Right There/Right Then) that ‘Plan B’ was that I’d go home, have a couple dozen drinks of Jim Beam to wash down a handful of Oxys, wait 15 mikes, and then have an accident while cleaning my 9mm that just -happens- to blow a large-ish hole thru said afflicted airbag.
Told him if he didn’t believe me, to pull my psyche file from the VA (who Moffit is partnered with surprisingly). Gave him a few days, and whaddya know? They went with ‘Plan A.’
And I’m alive and kickin’ because of it. Now, I’m praying hard that this’s a false alarm. I’ve become rather fond(le) of Gretchens Hooties. I’d rather -not- have them get fucked up, as that’d be like desecrating a classical artwork…
However, there ARE ways of mitigating the damage. Our good Fren Doc Samizdat is doing some research for me as he’s ‘wired in’ so to speak in that particular field. Can’t thank him or y’all who’ve been helping across the board.
As the title said at the top, life don’t stop… you can’t really let everything keep you down. Right now we’re int he midst of some of the wildest shit that’s been seen in over 200 years here going on, and as the Carnies in Gip-Town say about the spinning wheel, (as a metaphor for life), “Round and round she goes… where she stops, nobody knows!”
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.“
Ferris Bueller
We’ll see where things end up. I’ll do a bit of a breakdown tomorrow as I’m curious to see what happens after the warmongers in DC have made a call for us to hit Iran again despite the fact that our ‘current day DotMil’ is at it’s lowest and weakest that it’s been since right before the Korean War.
Going to be getting weirder. Ammo, Weapons, Food, and Frens. Head on a Swivel More Later Big Country
Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes This’s getting –OLD– I’m so emotionally drained it’s not funny. Like zombie-mode 1000 Yard Stare Mode
No update on Gretch. Waiting on test results and whatnot. Some of y’all figured it out. The E.R. found a lump, which under normal circumstances, not a big deal.
HOWEVER
BIG history of breast cancer in the fam. Her Granma cashed from it. Her Mom got it, and survived, albeit significantly boobie-reduced. In Gretch’s case, well, seems said lump (which I hadn’t noticed despite the regular groping and titty-time) has already grown a wee bit.
I know it just may be -me- thinking it, however, it -has- gotten a wee bit larger and pronounced. Tests and whatnot ongoing, and the prayers have been really welcome and appreciated. I’ll deal with it as we go, as it’s not my first rodeo with the “Big C” having had a nice bout of it myself a few years back.
Only cost me 1/2+ an airbag, but who’s counting?
As the Sergeant from the 1980 classic “The Big Red One” said: “That’s why they give you two.”
Of course he was talking about Smitty’s ball(s) being blown off by a castration mine, but balls, lung… whatever… I’m shy half an airbag and still kicking thankfully.
Hopefully we get better news tomorrow or at least by Monday.
This’s been the longest, slowest week I’ve gone through in about ten years. The waiting is killing me. Anyways, that’s the update for her… moving on to sadder news
Tonight and the reason I’m poasting is I got word thru Facebook that a very good friend of mine from Iraq died a few days ago. Hilal Ahmed Abu Dlou, better known as ‘Spidi’ or ‘Speedy’ to us ‘Muricans, cashed in after a heart attack five days ago in Lebanon.
He leaves behind two really cute kids, a wife and a big family. Damn it.
He was about 8 years younger than me. I always gave him shit about his diet… he never met a hamburger that he didn’t love. Guess it finally caught up. Again, Damn it.
I talked to him not even two/three weeks ago… yeah… I stayed in pretty close contact with him… especially when the Izzys went batshit and started doing full on ¡Genociding! of the Palestinians.
I offered up to sponsor him and his immediate fam to come here to the states to live if the Zio-Clowns in Izzystan decided they wanted to roll hot North into Lebanon where he was located. He’s Palestinian by birth BTW.
People can talk shit all they want about the Palestinians being worthless motherfuckers who’d rather destroy shit and be parasites and whatnot rather than get their collective shit together? Of course. Look at the blaq BLM population of the Untied Staatz and tell me they’re any different from Hamas. Only dif is that BLM lacks the balls to do something significant against their ‘supposed’ oppressors. ALL groups have “that retarded group” of asocial fucktards… ALL of them… White, blaq, Asian, Hispanic… everyone has “those people” in their tribe… however, in this case?
There are some great Palestinians out there, ones who genuinely are hardworking and awesome folks. Some of whom I’ve shed blood with and for, and some of which I proudly claim as brother, albeit from another mother. Speedy was one of them.
My brother Speedy, may you rest in peace, be it with Allah or whatever Greater Power there is. In the words of your own, Insh’Allah we will meet again Habibi.
