Greetings! Not going to go too deeply into it, but caught a “The Drinker Recommends” episode from our favorite Drunken Scottish Movie/Show reviewer, and decided to give the show in question a shot.
Started off at 8pm/22:00 on Episode One, Season One.
It’s now 0100. Yeah it’s that fucking cool/good
Basic Storyline: 14th Century South Korea + Zombies + Political Intrigue = Loads of Binge Watching Pleasure.
I needed a mental break As I’ve stated, been under a lot of pressure lately. This provided the needed break for me quite nicely. Exceptionally well done I have to say… South Korea is definitely a ‘comer’ when it comes to movies and TV as of late… just make sure to turn off the subtitles, and let the Engrish Verbiage work, otherwise it’s out of synch. Netflix has it, so off you go!!!
Check it out. I have to work, so I’m off to bed. As the Drinker would say,
Greetings and Salutations! Sorry for a bit of a prolonged absence. Been emotionally drained like you read about. Saturday Afternoon was Cowboy’s wife Kim’s Memorial Service. Gretchen and I both attended, and it was really really nice, with a LOT of people there and some good catered BBQ (great brisket BTW).
It was tough though.
Cowboy’s aged hard in the past two months. He said he’s doing OK but I worry. Purely hated seeing him all fucked up like that.
Takes a bit out of me yannow?
So Sunday was a mental health day. Which I extended into Monday as for whatever reason, I was completely mentally and I dunno? Spiritually? wiped out? I clocked into People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, but did the barest minimum to justify my hours for the day. Between the Commissar demands as of late, the abusive Clients, and just the overall “I’m not paid enough for this shit!” attitude that I’ve developed, well, all I can say is bring on the Sweet Meteor O’Death!
PLEASE
Even my minion is feeling the grind. Too much happening, not enough space to recover, working project to project, and having moar dumped on us on the regular. The new gig? I turned it down. Got word that damned near everything they had been telling me was bullshit. Glassdoor was very helpful in that regard.
So, on the Krainian side, Simplicius has a fascinating update regarding drone warfare. In that the Russians have started fielding Fiber Optic Guided Drones or FOG-D’s as I’ll refer to them here.
Seems that, depending on the size of the spool, they have upwards of a 5-10km (3-6 mile range) as the FO wire/cable ‘unspools’ behind the drone:
That, per the pic is a Kraut HMX drone.
Seems that FOG-Ds are not affected by Electronic Warfare. EW suites are designated and designed to block the radio signals on specific wavelengths to either ‘spoof’ the drone or ‘block the signal’ which renders it inoperative.
Also, in that there is no radio interference at all, the signal is faaaar crisper and cleaner if you will at the transmission/receiving end, as seen in this pic:
What I find interesting is that waaaay back in 1996 I heard about a program that the Army was looking into to replace my weapons system, the BGM-71B TOW, the Tube Launched Wire Guided Missile system:
THAT was my bread and butter back in the day. With the OLD thermal sight on top (waaaaay obsolete by todays standards).
There were whispers that the FOG-M or as it started being called in 1998, the EFOG-M was back on the table (1994/95) as a new weapons system designed to replace the TOW…. This was around the same time when I’d been told us 11-Hotels were on the ‘endangered MOS list’ so I dun went and lern’t whut I done could about this here new-fangled toy… got to stay ahead of the power curve Aye? Maybe get an early ‘place at the table’ right?
Originally, the base version, the Fiber Optic Guided Missile (FOG-M) was thought up in 1988, and was cancelled in 1990. Then around 1994, the DoD/Army put out a request to re-open the idea of a FO guided missile.
This was the EFOG-M or Enhanced FOG-M. They essentially took a standard TOW missile, specifically the motor, of a BGM-71 TOW missile, had a TV camera in the nose and a fiber-optic cable instead of the regular guiding wire that spooled out from the ass as it flew downrange. The Fiber Optic cable acted as a data link which transmitted the camera’s image to the gunner (hopefully moi), who could then send commands to the missile to the target.
It also was a vertical launch system as seem by the few pics of it:
It had the ability to pack 8!!! missiles on one vehicle which was designated the XM-44. The range was an insane 15km (9.3 miles!) and could be fired from a full defilade! That means they could dig a deep hole, and fire it out-of-sight-out-of-mind, and still plaster enemy targets. It alsohad ‘instant repeatability’ meaning the second you smoked ONE tank you could fire another missile and guide it in… The targeting system was NLOS (Non-Line-Of-Sight). It relied on a map overlay of where you were firing from w/GPS, and then the camera itself on the missile and the skill of the gunner to guide it in…
And as an ‘added plus’ it was a ‘top down killer’ which meant it came down from ‘on-high’ thru the roof of an MBT/APC where the armor purely sucks as we’ve seen oh so frequently in the Krain on both sides.
Considering the TOW only had an ‘official range’ of 3750m, or 2.3 miles, although I have heard <ahem ahem> of Really Good Gunners Hitting out at 4400m. Either way, at the time, the TOW looked like it was on it’s way out.
THEN ‘things’ happened.
Somehow the TOW got a second ‘lease on life’ and a newer sight system, as well as a new MGS (Missile Guidance System). The famous picture from the Narang Valley in Konar Province Afghanistan shows the latest and greatest variant of the M220 SABER TOW System:
Either way… I’m sure money changed hands on many sides to keep the venerable TOW around despite the glaringly obvious advantages the EFOG-M has/had. Whomever made that decision should be killed out of hand.
After this and the ‘latest and greatest’? They might be thinking/rethinking the idea…
The again, Meh… Who am I shitting? The DoD changing their ossified retard ways? Never gonna happen Aye?
But the whole point to this is we’re seeing a generational jump in the past two years of Ground Warfare. Don’t want to get into the whole ‘who’s ackchully winning’ or ‘I don’t believe drones could carry those weights’ or any of the other stupid out there.
Fact of the matter is, the Azerbaijan vs Armenian war, or better known as the ‘Second Nagorno-Karabakh War’ drones played an integral part in spotting ‘troops in the open’ for both sides. I saw some of the earliest Drone Footage in that war and was truly horrified as to the whole “you can run, but you can’t hide” aspect of a Drone’s invasive observational capacity regarding scouting, and laying fire on troops/infantry. No need to have a Arty-Spotter… nope… just throw a Chineseum drone up, and let it sneak and peak at a distance, and bring the Hate.
First it was just Drones for Observational Capabilities. “We can see you!” THEN it became “Hey we can mount an RPG Warhead on this and take out vehicles!” After THAT, it was “Wow! We can drop grenades on dudes w/this!” After a while it became “We have Swarms of AI Guided Flying Fucking Bombs. You can run, but you will only die tired Tovarisch!” And as of late: “We have drones that even your most advanced Anti-Drone Tech cannot stop. Surrender now. Resistance is Futile.”
Being an ‘old Grunt’ from the ‘old school’ I’m fucking glad I’m out of that particular Infantry Based game now. In fact I’m doing, with Sapper some seriously pointed studies on Anti-Drone ‘stuff’ due to the extreme civilian/police/andd DotMil Proliferation.
This’s one Genie which ain’t going back in the Bottle any time soon. Hell, perusing the 3D Print pages, (quick aside: I need to finish getting my printer back up and running. It’s not broken per se… It’s that I got a newer design print head that I just haven’t had time to install. I got the fucker apart, but haven’t had the time to rebuild and install the new one. ) But yeah, the 3D pages these days are positively flooded with prop designs, body designs… you name it, Drone-Wise, it’s out there, and the ‘functional parts’ are readily and cheaply available.
Greetings And Salutations! Yep. “Play Stupid Games/Win Stupid Prizes!” was definitely that days phrase. My fault there to say the least but my biggest concern at the time was the absolute open hostility towards us as “them damned Florida People!”. Almost every. single. authority figure from the lowest beat-cop to the Judge who fucking took us to the cleaners and ruined us over Adriana, there’s some for-real Appalachian Hate for anything and everything Florida.
Gatlinburg was a one-off as the place relies on goodwill towards the touristas. The occasional ‘plucking’ of them via scurrilous speed traps not withstanding of course. Other places? Man, I’m just glad no one keyed or otherwise damaged our ride. It was that blatant.
Anyways… it’s over, the car has been registered legit since within a week of the ‘incident’ and I take it under advisement that one thing I found out, is those license plate scanners really do work and are connected into everything. THAT is what initiated the stop. Lil Miss Piggy’s plate-scanner ‘dinged’ to her that something was amiss with our plate. THEN when she pulled me over, and she got squirreled out when she realized that I wasn’t the expected 89 year old male behind the wheel… it went all downhill from there.
Like I said though, the whole intrusiveness of that encounter… that the Pig-in-Question kneweverything about the car, the owner, every-fucking-thing ALL by just driving behind us for less than two minutes! So, I guess it’s “Welcome to The Pan-Opticon!” where we’re supposed to own nothing, eat ze bugs, and be happy.
Fuck That.
As far as Ze Bugs however… I finally got around to making Sapper a pizza tonight. I’ve increased my learning curve, and things are getting better(er). It turned out exceptionally well again as you can see:
This time I utilized my rolling pin, which assisted greatly in forming the dough out and into a nice round shape. Again, 2min, 45seconds to cook. The pepperonis are the Hormel ‘thick cut’ variants, and as you can see have a nice cupped/curl to them with minor searing on them, which added to the overall flavor. Another plus is the pizza stone inside the machine is beginning to get a wee bit seasoned as well, so that’s good. After Sapper and Gretchen got their feed on, I got to have mine. The pizza (mine when I made it) of course drew the absolute diehard attention of The Sausage Princess:
Talk about concentration. I swear her head didn’t move, and she didn’t blink at all. Her ears and eyes say it all.
She’s called The Sausage Princess for a major reason, and that is in part that food to her is like Crack to an Addict. She positively loves her some pizza…
Moving on, the DNC, i.e. the “DemoncRat’s Notional Coven” meeting is finally over. I didn’t watch any of it, except when I had to endure clips of shit that people were banging on on Twitter… I didn’t hear nor see if the “Killeroid” aka “Miss Arkancide 1998” showed up… I did hear that Bill showed up, but I’m guessing that was in exchange for some Krainian Hookers and a 1/2kilo of really good blow… Hunter probably was jealous… “Big Mike” also took the stage at one point from my understanding and uttered, according to pundits, some of most tone-deaf shit about her parents saying that “…they didn’t trust anyone who took more than they needed” or words to that effect.
This from a Nigger with over 100 million dollars in real Property that stretches from Hawaii to Cape Cod in some of the most exclusive zip codes in the world. BLM: (buy Lots of Mansions) Thy Name is Big Mike. That and “Pot, this’s the Kettle, You’re a NIGGER!” succinctly wraps that up Aye? I also found a supposed picture of it/her/him wearing a necklace:
No idea if that’s photoshop or not, but either way, it’s funny.
Then, just another aside from the whole “Tampon Timmah The Blue Falcon/Buddy Fucker Stolen Valor Recipient” I realized that the Tampon (which shall be his name here from now on for brevity, and that I also like calling him a Tampon.) anyways, Tampon Timmah? He never did, outside of a 6 Month “deployment” to Vincenza Italy, any real deployments in a 24 year Nasty Girl Career. That means if he “retired” in 2006 as stated, he never did anything of ‘substance’ in the entirety of his worthless career, outside of dodging the ONE deployment that was needed.
Retired in 2006, means 24 years back, he joined in 1982+/-. He was a cannon Cocker aka Field Artillery. His service is “24 years” as everyone points out.
HOWEVER That’s “Guard/Reserve Years” Not active duty years. In actual credible Active Duty AKA “Real Time” he served a total of 4.1 years ‘in boots’… how I got that number I explain:
NG/Reservists only get credit for actualtime in uniform.
Meaning they earn ‘points to retirement’ for one point per day of ‘drill’ meaning each day they’re in Uniform, and serving. Now my understanding is that Tampon was nota ‘full time NG’ member. THOSE guys/gals are the ones who literally are National Guard, but work it like a ‘regular soldier’ 9-5/365 days a year. That’s a whole different catagory, and I’ll leave that be as it could confuse the issue.
Nope, Tampon was the “One Weekend a Month, 2 weeks a Year” type of Troop. Nothing wrong with that mind you, but there is a certain amount of ‘looking down on’ by the Active Duty kids. Especially since guys like Timmah love to flaunt the rank and years as if it was a full-time gig.
Breaking it down: If Tampon did the standard Boot Camp/AIT (Artillery School) at Fort Sill, he would have been a National Guard on Active Duty for pay and counting on it for his veterans status. I’ll get into that in a minute (Veteran Status that is). In Tampon’s case, he had 18 weeks (+/-) of Basic AIT which is: 126 Days of Active Duty.
His “drill times” which is the “One Weekend a Month, 2 weeks a Year” works out extremely roughly to about: 50 Days of Active Duty per year credited.
So without his Italian Deployment to Vincenza, (6 Months according to sources, 182 days +/-) at this point, just using the Much Vaunted 24 years (minus the 6 months which was about 182 days as I stated before), with the formula being roughly 50 days per year AD times X24 years equals = 1200 days of AD, then subtract the the -25 days (6 months = 25 days, half of 50 for that year of 2003 worth of drills) which leaves us with a total number of (equals) = 1175 days of AD. Now, we then have to add the Italian trip, which adds +182 days to his AD total which means he did about a total of: = 1357 Days of Active Duty
which includes the “Deployment” in Italy. Divide that by 365 days for one year, and you get: 3.7 years +/- IN TOTAL ACTIVE DUTY that Tampon served.
And yes, I call that “deployment” that all the ‘tards are ranting about a fucking “trip.”
The primary reason being is Vincenza Italy is about as far from a “Hardship Tour” as you can fucking get. It’s home to the 173rd Airborne, and located in the Northeast of Italy. Its really close to Venice:
It’s a location most troops would kill to be stationed at.
Hell, I passed through it to fuel up on a vay-kay I took to Venice with my hawt German Girlfriend at the time… I rented a car, and we drove from Hohenfels in Bavaria to Venice and back. VERY romantical. Vincenza was on the way, so I used it as a Log Site to ‘rearm’ (the food) and refuel the vehicle. Saved me the USD by doing so as the economy was like waaaay more expensive, especially for fuel, even back then…
While I was passing through, -I- inquired at a few Infantry units there on “How do I sign up for this place and ditch my chickenshit outfit?” and was told to “…fuck off, we’re full!” It’s gorgeous there. EVERYBODY in EUCOM back then wanted ‘in’ there… and Still do from my understanding.
And considering this fuckup (Tampon) was at least an E-7, possibly an E-8 at the time? I, as well as ALLLLL the other troops out there know that SFC/Master Sgt. “Balless” Walz wasn’t toting a weapon nor guarding/patrolling a post while there. In fact I’d put a $10,000 bet that his fat ass was sitting in Air Conditioning somewhere doing absolutely nothing and more than likely doing a four-day work week and taking looong meandering tours of the various locales and attractions while the troops were doing “grunt stuff”.
The reason I know is that’s damned near what happened every. single. time. we had a Notional Girl troop show up to ‘augment’ us at Hohenfels in Germany. The guys E-6 and below would be out ‘doing the do’ with us, while the orificers and senior enlisted skated and hid out. It’s also the reason that there have been zero pictures of that particular “deployment” released by Tampon, as the majority of them would show him on a US Taxpayer Vay-Kay to Italy, while his troops did the shit-work of actually guarding the base.
Any takers on that bet?
Didn’t fucking think so. So in summation, Tampon had about a grand sum total of (being generous on my part) 4 years of actual in-boots functional Active Duty.
I’m pretty sure some of y’all have boots that served long and with more honor and distinction. In fact, I have a pair of UnderArmour Brown Issue boxer-skivvies that surprisingly are still fully mission capable and THEY have more time in Iraq and Afghanistan, nevermind Kuwait and Guantanamo than Tampon has:
No exaggeration on this… The X-wife gave those to me December of 2003 for my deployment. Turns out when I went to get it, I found the other pair (they came in a 2 x pack). The waist band is slightly worn, but otherwise, ZERO holes/overstretch/wear on either pair. They’ve outlasted quite a few other pairs of UnderArmour as well. The secret to them?
They were made in the United States. As part of the acquisition model, it used to be that ALL US DotMil equipment had to be sourced and made in the Big Ole U-S-of-A. THESE were a quality make from back then. THEN UA started outsourcing their shit to Viet Nam and the like, and the longevity and quality went right out the window and down the shitter.
So yep. I literally have drawers that have seen and participated in MOAR Combat than that fucking fag “Balless” Walz, AKA Tampon Timmah, the Blue Falcon/Buddy Fucker Stolen Valor Recipient did.
“Seen Combat” as being defined as those drawers “being filled with my piss and/or shit during some particularly close calls” in Iraq in particular. By the time I made Affy, I was an ‘old hand’ and really didn’t even flinch at ‘stuff’ anymore… But either way, from my POV? No shame it it either… the first couple of times are seriously asshole-clenchers or relievers… all depends on the particular circumstances at that particular moment… the Helo Crash in particular was a ‘brown pants moment’ as I recall… anyways…
SO that’s where I stand on that. And for what I mentioned about Veterans Status? Well, in order to be considered a Veteran (post 1980 when they changed things):
According to the Veterans Affairs (VA), the number of days of active duty required to be considered a veteran depends on when you served:
Before September 7, 1980: You must have served at least 90 days, including at least one day during a covered wartime period.
After September 7, 1980: You must have served at least 24 months, or the full period for which you were called to active duty, including at least one day during a covered wartime period. There are some exceptions to this requirement. For example, if you were discharged for a hardship or reduction in force, you may only need to serve at least 90 days. If you were discharged for a service-connected disability, you may need to serve less than 90 days.
So that’s what I was talking about there.
Now, to close out for tonight, a bit of comedy gold I found on YouTube. The guy who put it up goes by the handle Atozy, and his content isn’t too bad. Mostly random shit and mentioning and talking about idiots on the web… In this case? Well…. you have to watch it to believe it:
Greetings And Salutations! OK… a loooong couple of days. NOW I can talk about ‘things’ so to speak. Specifically, the rather cryptic arrest I had back in May. Sit back as this’s going to be a bit of a long read.
The background: Waaaaay back in the bad times when we were ‘doing the do’ of fighting to get Adriana back here with us, I got pulled over when we were transiting Gatlinburg Tennessee. It was one of ‘our weekends’ with her, (court-ordered visitation) so when we had her, we tended to try and go out and do an ‘adventure’ so’s to ‘imprint’ some positive memories for what they were worth.
We ended up in this case doing a day trip to Gatlinburg to go to “Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies”. A really neat place IMO. I had my doubts as it was a “Ripley’s” chain, however, it turned out that it was actually a blast.
They have a large underwater transit tube so you can look up at the fishies overhead. Addy really loved that. However, The place was positively packed and so because of the crowd, I tended to hump her on my shoulders in some of the high-density crowd areas, which also, as you can see, let her get a “BCE-High View”…
She was fascinated by the whole thing.
She, as you can see seemed to understand “Shark=Bad” Leastways toofus-wise.
While transiting the town going hither and yon, I got pulled over while on this particular jaunt. First time in like years I got hit for speeding, but Gatlinburg, besides being known for Dollywood and other various Touristy Places, they’re renowned for their speed traps.
55mph down to 25mph in like 50 yards. Fucking nice Aye? Ain’t no way you’re doing that unless you positively slam on the brakes, and possibly have the asshole who’s tailgating you eat your rear bumper right?
So I got ‘tagged’ and went through the motions.
Turns out having my Florida Drivers License having the “Disabled Veteran” status on it helped out, as I got off with a warning. The cop was also cool enough to let me know that my registration sticker was expired!
THAT I never realized.
There’s a couple of reasons for that: See, my credit has been shytte for a while now. After Iraq? It was great. Lots of $$$ = Lots of Credit.
Then ‘divorce’ and ‘reasons’ Then I finally started to rebuild it. Things were looking up. New Life/New Wife and Look! Grandbabies!
Then Gretchen got arrested for Attempted Murder/Assault w/A Deadly Weapon on Dumbcunt, and that particular setback fucked me up back to stage one credit-wise. And yeah… for all those fuckers who call me a grifter and shit for asking for help in the past? I don’t post about 3/4 of the shit this family has gone through regarding financial issues. Nor do I even ask if it’s something I know I can handle. SO as I’ve said before, go fuck yourself for talking about shit you have no fucking clue about. I pray you die horribly in a fire, watching your children (preferably small) crying out and cursing you as they die before you… sorry for the rant-tangent.
TBH, I can’t remember if I ever talked about it, but during a ‘hand off’ with Addy and Dumbcunt right before the custody thing (this was the cause of it we found out later) as we were retrieving her (Addy) from a visitation, DC was highly belligerent/agitated moreso than her usual psycho-self. Well, she went and got stupid. Like ‘handsy’ belligerent/aggressive and Gretchen ended up ‘tuning her up’ with my Combat ASP baton… Thankfully I wasn’t present as part of the issue was she punched her 79 year old Grandmother (Gretchen’s Mom) in the face, and that is when Gretchen when “full on Shithouse” on DC. TBH I’m really glad/sort of mad I wasn’t there, as I, per Florida Statute 784.08 which covers assault and battery on people 65 and older, (a third degree felony) I could have put two rounds in her rotten casaba, and that would have been that, except for washing the brains off the driveway. Instead, we got Gretchen arrested for not killing her…
a wee bit of DC bloodspatter… I wish there was more…
The problem was is that DC managed to spin a pretty good yarn for the Bulldyke Deputy who went all in and arrested Gretchen instead of the fucking known felon with a record. Methinks the Bulldyke had plans for later, which were only reinforced when she showed up looking for DC a day AFTER the arrest… instead of doing a call to the victim to say “Hey your assaulter was cut loose/made bail”, said-Dyke showed up to the In-Laws house where DC was staying to deliver the message in person in a clear violation of protocol… I think she looking for some canyon-yodeling payback for letting her (DC) get away with the shit that she did… namely assault and battery on both Gretchen and her Elderly Grandmother… goddamned corrupt fucking Dyke-Cunt-Cop.
ANYwho… Sorry for the digression, but that shit still sticks in my craw.
Anywonder why I want/dream of being able to go on a killing spree of “The Deserving”?
So, back to cases as it were… since Ye Olde Credite Sucketh, Gretchen’s Dad, who has like prefect credit, signed for a loan for us to get “NewCar”. That means I pay all the bills/insurance and maintenance, and it’s registered in his name. And therein lies the problem.
Let me ask you: Raise your hand IF you get in a car, your car, any car and the first thing, second thing, hell… does it even cross your mind IF it’s registration is good or not?
I can tell you that for me? Notsofuckingmucho. ESPECIALLY since any and all notifications go to Dad. If -I- don’t get the paperwork? It’s not on the radar. Well it seems that the reminder that “Hey, you owe the King his tithe!” paperwork (i.e. the registration/taxes and fees) went to Dad, who promptly forgot about it. Mind you, I don’t blame him… he’s 87 years old FFS. Y’all long-time readers here know what we’ve been dealing with with them (my in-laws, God love’em)…
So since “Occifer Friendly” gave me the warning and a tip that I best get that taken care of ASAP , as other jurisdictions in Tennessee –might not– be as cool about it, I went home and did what came naturally.
Seeing that there was no way in Hell we were going to be back in Florida anytime soon, and that Dad, who barely can make it to the shitter without help, and since there was just no way to remedy this until we got home. Mind you this was in February of 2023?
I faked it. I went online, grabbed a ‘current known good‘ registration sticker and printed it up. Then I sealed it in plastic…as in full-on lamination, with enough of an edge so water wouldn’t discolor the inkjet, and then superglued it onto the plate.
I mean fuck it I got more important shit to be worrying about at the time. (WARNING: Digression #789234562 ahead)
Plus in doing this? It harkened back to the Good Old Days of being in the Army, and utilizing “Delrina Forge-A-Form” as we used to call it. Back in the earlydays of the new DotCom Army, they had a primitive program called “Delrina Fill-A-Form” which allowed us to fill out forms (1348A, 3161s and the like) and print them up, get signatures, and then utilize them. It made life waaaay easier than to do the old hand-jam/type in triplicate mode of yesteryear…
It didn’t take me and Little Country (that’s when we were on active duty working together, running the Spec-4 Mafia) to realize that copies of the forms with the ‘proper signatures’ opened a whole new wide world of Next Level Scrounging to us.
Yeah, we were innovators of sorts for the time…
This was done by procuring xeroxable clear Acetate. We then went around to the various Companies/Battalions/Division(s) even as necessary, to their “Order Boards” and stole the latest “Order of the Day”/Change of Command” or whatever posted paper-copies that were pinned to the board for general distribution. ANYTHING with an Occifer’s actual signature at the bottom.
We’d then go back to the 4 Shop, and copy that order specifically for the signature block onto the clear Acetate. After which, depending on IF the orders-in-question would be ‘missed’, we’d return them. More often than not, back then? Not so much.
Once, we made the copy, We’d then cut out the “SigBlock” onlywith actual Signature at the bottom and keep it in a small 3X5 card Box. When we needed something, say from DRMO which used to stand for the Defense Reutilization Marketing Office which is where the majority of surplus shit the Army is shitcanning comes from, we’d fill out the appropriate form(s) and then at the bottom, put the appropriate signature block on clear acetate at the bottom, and run off however many copies we needed.
Depending on what we were acquiring, we’d use the appropriate rank(s) as needed. Very Rarely did anyone call to follow up if the paperwork was a legitimate request. That’s just the way things were done back then. And another aside to an already overlong side-story: DRMO has a new name last I heard, but yeah, this worked like a fucking charm. At one point for Shits, Grins and Giggles, we had the CG of 1st CavDiv, Major General (MG) David D. McKiernan’s SigBlock.
Never used it, but still… cool to have.
So yeah, this was easy-peasy for me.
Not so good though was that when I got pulled over earlier this year in May? The overzealous Pig who busted me, and figured out the sticker-wasn’t-a-sticker severely overcharged me with a fucking felony. The link to the day after is HERE. I kept my yap shut until now, as man, I had no choice. I got hit with a charge, for one bullshit itty-bitty faked up sticker with “Counterfeiting License Plates”
Even the D.A. was baffled. Told me that himself after the fact today…
My PD (Public Defender) did a great job. I ended up getting a misdemeanor, $100 fine, court costs and I alreadydid the paperwork to get it expunged. That gets mailed on payday. Thankfully, The D.A. was prior service and did me a solid, but I will say, I was seriously sweating the felony bullshit. What really fucking frosts my cake is that I was nothing but professional, polite and co-operative with the Red Headed fucking Power-Hunger Piglet Female. As in the poast linked above, she didn’t even have the balls/ovaries to perform the arrest itself. If I had been a total cock, I could see ‘stacking bullshit charges’… but in this case? Fuck her forever.
She’s made my perma-shitlist to say the least.
I just hope she runs in to some PCP/Meth-Jacked Nigger with a Knife who wants to play “Lets rape and skin the Female Cop” in the near future…. the town/A.O. she works in? There’s about an 70-30 chance of that happening… and it couldn’t happen to a nicer cunt.
So all’s well that ends well… it’ll take me a few to get through the fine(s) but even then, the D.A. reduced ALL of them. TOTAL solid from dude TBH. Granted, a total dropping of the charges would have been even better, but according to my PD, the judge in this case? That wasn’t on the table. But what he did do over and above? He lessened the $$$ pain. Normally the fee for a PD is $200, they hit me for $100. Court costs? The same. The fine is the minimum possible. Less than $400 with a payment program at $50 a month. Like I said, the guy did right by me for what he had to deal with. I blame the swine.
So then, the other thing I got for tonight: This’s MY fault for missing it. I’m late on a reader request as I’ve been SO distracted and busy lately.
I am to blame, so Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Maximo Mea Culpa!
Long time reader/commenter ‘Jay Anon’, AKA Joe Peters is a fellow 11H10, Heavy Anti-Armor Infantryman. I was surprised to find this out, as those of us who graduated from Lee Field are pretty fucking rare, as the MOS in the 90s started dying out, and was done by 1998. 1996 is when I got involuntarily reclassed to 19K (tread-head). We never crossed paths which is odd, but not unheard of. Joe OTOH got the fuck out, seeing the writing on the Clintonista Wall back around when I got reclassed.
Joe reached out as he got hit with Cancer.
I have a special place in my heart for folks who got hit like that. And apparently, the VA ain’t doing shit per usual. So yeah, he asked if I could put up the GiveSendGo, which I of course said yes to. The Link is HERE. I threw $40 to him tonight, and on payday, I’m throwing a Cee-Note as I will finally can, and I’d appreciate any help you all can spare. I’m adding it to my Sidebar and I’m sweetening the Deal.
The first three folks who donate $200 get a “Battery Holder Claymore”
as a personal thanks from me. It’s not much, but it’s the least I can do, as no one outside of like 3-4 donations so far has/have helped out my Bro. Colors may vary, but hey, it’s utterly unique.
The first three will be defined as “In the Donated Column” and with an email to me at BCE187th@protonmail.com After that, if anyone does the same, I’ll see what I can do, because as of now, the 3D printer is down, and I haven’t gotten it back up and running. If people go nuts, I’ll figure -something- out, as I always do.
I’ve also packaged up all of the ‘stuff’ that Gretchen didn’t use in the “BCE Anti-Cancer Protocol” and am getting ready to ship it on payday. Sorry for the extended delay Joe… it’s been a coupe of weeks yannow? Beyond that, I appreciate all of y’all.
Cancer is a pure-dee motherfucker.
NOT cool at all.
Thankfully, with y’alls help Gretchen Survived it. I survived it. HOPEFULLY Joe survives it. We’ll have to see.
Otherwise, besides my fun and games with the ‘Authorities’
it was still a BUSY day. Dad had a HUGE tree limb that fell during the last wind-storm in The Villages, and the tree guys wanted big $$$ to remove it. They (M&D) couldn’t get out of the driveway, not that that was a bad thing, as we don’t want Mom driving in her addled Pre-Alzheimer state, but still. I cut the fucker up and dragged it off.
A bit of a plus however: It sounds bad, but Dad told me ALL of his tools, to include the chainsaw are mine mine mine when he finally dies, so Hell… like I stated before, it sounds bad, but man… He was a professional mechanic who was Chevy/Ford/Chrysler certified, among them. There were a LOT more, but he owned and operated three auto repair/body shops in Clearwater/St. Pete until he sold them off and retired early to The Villages.
The garage is a man-cave Dream of top-end tools and whatnot.
And now they’re alllllllll mine (future tense)
There were other aspects to the day, but I’m calling it early. I’m wasted (physically and emotionally) and got-to-git So More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! A wee bit off onto an off-topic non-political/war poast, but what the hell. We’re going to hit up a a favorite topic of mine tonight, Cooking. There have been far too many black pills going around as of late, and all the talk about the food and whatnot, I figured we could use a change of pace. That being said, I’ve been waiting to discuss this for little while, to whit:
I got a package a couple of days ago that was unexpected but very cool and welcome. One of my regular readers/supporters of Ye Olde Blegg sent me a gift in the mail… in this case that lil Pizza Oven that’s been on TV lately, the “Piezano”
A very sincere and Public Thank Youfor thatgift!
The two of us had been chatting about cooking as it’s a mutual ‘thing’ if you will, and in passing we got to discussing home-made Pizza. He mentioned that he’s got a really high end pizza-specific oven, and I lamented the lack of one here. I told him about the “Piezano” and that it appeared to be a fairly low priced entry for such a thing. The discussion was the initiator of my Apocalypse Pizza discussion for that matter… anyway… we kept talking for a bit, and then went on our merry ways.
The next thing you/I know, “Mr. Piezano” showed up unexpectedly in the mail 2 days ago. So again, my most ‘umble thanks for the gift Good Sir! As you will see, it’s already getting a workout…
Tonight is ‘test night’.
Previously the same benefactor sent me a Bread Machine when we were fighting the ‘good fight’ in Tennessee when he found out that locally, there was no ‘good’ bread to be had. The only shytte available was your basic Goyslop Wonderbread(s) and whatnot. He decided to help out, and got Gretchen and I a nice bread machine that we’ve used near continuously for the past year or so or leastways since we got it… Anyway…. It’s been a wonder (pardon the pun) and tonight I utilized it for making the bread dough as it was well past 9pm when I decided to mess around with it. And as a heads up for tomorrow night’s poast: We have to go up to Gretchen’s parents place after work tomorrow as I have an appointment early the next morning, so spending the night is just a ‘needs-be’. I’ll update y’all on that shytteshow after it’s done.
Now, “Mr. Piezano’s” instructions say to put the uncooked pie on the stone for a total of six minutes OR “…depending on how it looks through the window.” The directions were pretty specific on keeping an eye on the bake, lest something ‘untoward’ happen… After I got done throwing the dough down and prepping it, I threw it onto the oven, closed it, and went to set the timer on the microwave. I then put the bread pan that now needs to be washed after mixing up the doughball into the sink. When I turned back. Total elapsed time I -think- was about a minute 45, maybe two minutes had past, and when I looked in, I saw this:
DAMN. That was unexpectedly quick!
That was after two minutes+/- mind you… I didn’t move from that spot after of course… new device, new parameters, no idea ‘how’ it’s going to come out, so a close watch on it was needed.
Literally 45 seconds later I was like “Better safe than sorry” and pulled that sucker. 800 degrees cooks mighty fast. As you can see in the above pic, the temp dropped to about 700 degrees when I opened it and struggled to put the pizza on the cooking surface for the first time… I mean I got it done, but I used an overabundance of caution as this thing is hot-hot and I didn’t want any more burn-scars than I already have. It didn’t even have time to ‘recover’ the lost heat and that pie was already almost done.
Seeing that it was damned near if not completely ready, I pulled it, and this is what came out:
2 Minutes, 25 seconds of cook time. I’m really glad I kept an eye on it.
A wee bit of the cheese got a wee bit crisp, but don’t let the look fool you. This thing was oh so damned good it’s crazy. Gretchen said she’s reminded of the pizza from Anthony’s Coal Fired Pizza. It’s that good. The bottom was done perfectly. No ‘sag’ like you get when it’s either too thin, or underdone. The crust on the edges had a nice crispness to it, but the center of the ‘bones’ if you will, had that perfect ‘chewiness’ that one wants, and I concur with her assessment there… it’s a LOT like Anthony’s, except without the $30 price tag. Or the wait. The dough recibee I used was as simple as you can get, and the dough from the machine came out perfectly. Like WOWSERS!
I’m of two minds here…
On the plus side, this’s a great and easy-to-make thing. It also was really quick to make. And another on the plus side is that even IF we have assorted “SPORKYness” habbening, I can run that bread maker and the pizza oven off of my alternative Power Sourcing. Since I also have ALL the ingredients needed that allow me to keep making this if needed, I’d say that’s a “W” all around.
The biggest drawback however is part of the same issue. This thing is great. The pizza is great. It’s almost too easy to whip this together. Total time from prep-to-table was just a shade over 30 minutes. Less than 5 minutes to put the ingredients into the bread maker, 23 minutes exactly to get the dough made, 3 minutes to ‘make’ the pizza itself (cut/roll the dough, add sauce/cheese) and 2:45 to bake it to finish. Total time is like 33 minutes, 45 seconds from ‘start’ to ‘feast’.
THAT is the double edge sword right there.
Something THAT easy to make, and is that delicious? It means diet wise, I’ma gonna have to make sure I don’t get into making this habitually like I do other comfort foods. I’ve lost a lot of weight over the past few months, and I sure don’t want to fuck that up… Gretchen herself is down over 40 pounds too. The majority of my home-made comfort chow however -is- nominally healthy. Grilled Beef Teriyaki Skewers for one… Italian Style Ground Beef in a wee bit of rice… heavy on the proteins, low on the carbs… stuff like that…
The pizza however? THIS Pizza!?! Oh yeah… this’s a diet-killer for sure.
It’s just that damned tasty. And what’s even worse is this was a first attempt! I haven’t even begun to fuck around and tweak the recibee, never mind add ‘things’ like pepperoni, hamburger, onions and the like… I didn’t even try to get a full on ‘proper’ shape for the dough… It got to the proper thickness for the center and crust area, and I was like “Good enough for DotGov Specs!” added a layer of marinara, some Moz, and threw it on the stone. As you saw, it was sort of a square…
And that BTW is the thing about the “Piezano”… the heating elements are on the top and the bottom, and the cooking surface appears to be a 3/8 inch thick pizza stone. It takes about 7-8 minutes to get it’s full heat up. I actually set a timer by calculating -when- the dough would be coming out of the machine, and when the alarm went off, I -then- started the Pizza Oven so as the dough came out, Mr. Piezano was ready to receive the pizza. Like I said… 30+ minutes from start to finish.
A Dangerous New Toy in many respects Aye?
This could be a setback in Gretchen and My personal “Battle of the Bulge” if we’re not careful right?
If you want to get one or see it, it’s HERE on the ‘Zon and yes I get a kickback if you get one. The price right now is $106 w/Prime Free Shipping… the TV ad I saw a ways back had it on “Special” for $129, so I don’t know… what I do know is that the first pizza was spectacular. I’ll follow up as we go along and see how it’s longevity is, and any ‘new flavors/recibeez’ I can come up with.
Greetings and Salutations! Been a rough couple of days. Not so much for me, but the news I got is utterly fucked. Just to give a quick update, my bro Cowboy? For those of you just tuning in, my first real “Florida Fren” that I made many years back owns a Horse Ranch. It’s where we took that awesome picture of Adriana when she was nominally ‘ours’ for that brief, blissful time before things went to shit:
That’s her and the big galoot of a Horse is Chip. Chip at last I heard is at a training facility getting worked up. He’s got a really good bloodline and is probably going to be worth bank later on. In this pic, believe it or not despite his size, he’s a Weanling I believe. I maybe wrong, but I know he was less than a year old. This was his very first interaction with a miniature Hoomon.
It showed too.
It was Addy’s first interaction with a hayburner.
And they hit it off with Addy slap-petting him on the nose, and him alternating from snuffling all over her head and occasionally licking her, and then the two of them ran back and forth along that fenceline, with Addy giggling fit to die. The other horse I believe is Chipper’s momma, who was watching veeeery closely to make sure this smol critter didn’t hurt her baby.
>Sigh< Good Memories there.
Now, onto the fucked uppedness to the extreme. As a back-brief, Cowboy’s wife died suddenly exactly two months ago on Sunday. It, for the lack of a better term, fucking wrecked him. Gretchen and I worked to help him through it, along with his daughter/son-in-law and his sister who flew in from Hawaii. He was just getting back on track from what I could tell. He finally started attending some grief counselling and group sessions, and this coming Saturday is the “Celebration of Life for her. Mind you, his dog of like 14 years had died about 4? maybe 6 weeks before the wife did, and in my own ghoulish way and sense of humor teased him his life was becoming a country song…
I know… but harsh gallows humor is how I deal Mnn’k? I’ve buried too many people to have it any other way, so I’m sort of ‘cold’ when it comes to folks dying. It’s not that I’m apathetic nor do I lack empathy… it’s more of a “Hey, it is what it is, and at least they don’t have to deal with this shit nor taxes anymore.”
As in some cases they say, maybe I envy the dead…
BUT The Fucked Uppedness To The Extreme. I got the call yesterday at 11:00am. He was married previously. Wife #1 and him split for whatever reason. He really never speaks about her. I know he’s got his daughter, and had a son. Yes, foreshadowing there. His son however had issues and wasn’t too involved with Cowboy. Much like Spawn and Myself, except -I’m- the one with issues so to speak.
Seems he got a call early Saturday? Sunday? and was told his boy had died.
Fuck. Me. Running.
I’m not going to go into it too deeply out of respect for Cowboy, but his boy ‘dabbled’ with recreational substances on occasion. And in this case, the shit was tainted, and it cost him his life.
Any wonder why I no longer enjoy better living through recreational chemistry as I once did in my decadent and dissolute yoof? Mind you, doing so (back then) I had a fucking blast. Much like pre-HIV/AIDs people used to fuck like rabid weasels on the regular, and then >BOOM!< Nosofuckinmucho. Same goes for the drugs… In this case? Of course it was fentanyl.
It always is apparently.
My cousin whom I love dearly lost her first born son to it unexpectedly during the Lockdown during the ‘Vid. This was Spawn’s ‘adjacent’ if you will… born around the same time, and when we were living close together after I got out of the Army, we’d have play dates with both of our boys together when they were “Little-Lils.” In his case from what I found out, he was in College, and his roommates were locked down with him . One of them had a minor habit, and since they had nothing but time on their hands, and money to burn, they got bored and started fucking around for entertainment.
The poor kid found out… My cousin has gone full on hermit-mode because of it I think. Not sure as MY comms with that side of the fam are very limited. Either way, I can not imagine getting any sort of news like that at all.
Fucking Fentanyl. IMO we should just identify the location(s) of the biggest Cartel(s) and drop a few neutron bombs on them. On both them personally, as well as every. single. identifiable. Cartel. Location. FUCK collateral damage. Ain’t no such thing here as far as I’m concerned. Kill them all. Make them positively glow. Then tell Joe Chink to cut that shit out, or they’re next. Specifically target the leadership and their families. Open season, no bag limit. They might start rethinking their methods after a few get whacked brutally. Maybe, Maybe not, but I’m at this point all about stacking enemies up, both foreign and domestic.
I’ll be here for Cowboy…. that’s what I do But God Damn man…. Moving on….
So after that, as an entry to the next story from the Krain:
The story is HERE It’s been verified by multiple sources, to even include multiple Treasonous Ministries of Lies and Propaganda Outfits, as even for them, this’s a “bridge too far” so to speak.
I mean wow. On Top of the Kursk Klown Show, Krainfelds boys are “Deutschland Uber Alles’ing” around Kursk in German Tanks for fucks sakes. What kills me is the utter lack of intelligence on behalf of our Intel/Politicos. This is the first timethat Russia has been invaded by a foreign enemy since the “Great Patriotic War” i.e. the Big ‘Un World War 2, the Krauts decided it’d be a good idea to head to Moscow…
“Say fucking what?” is what -I- would have said if -I- was a German General back then… That and “Not a good Plan”
What fucking kills me as a bit of a Military Historian is that a major turning point in that war was in the same exact area namely Kursk. That was when the Soviets laid a World Class Asswhupping on ‘Der Chermans’ in what was the single largest Tank Battle in History.
Again, History rarely rhymes, but it does repeat itself.
My guess is that the majority of these fuckweasels who’re nominally ‘in charge’ have never actually you know… read a real history book. That includes the West Point Assholes Association which from my own understanding is MOAR concerned with diversity and inclusion for the 69th (ABN) Intersectional/Nonbinary Dildo Brigade.
SO the TL;DR is these guys are teasing a befuddled old man. According to Yalensis over at “Awful Avalanche” (link HERE)
The elderly man stops and tries to explain to these Ukrainian soldiers in German SS helmets, that he has been wandering around for five days, lost, and could possibly use some assistance.
Now granted, Yalensis is a PURE Russian Propagandist. Not going to argue that fact. However, I source a LOT of intel from a LOT of sources. In this case, he’s been pretty damned good with a huge amount of behind-the-scenes- stuff and general ‘man in Moscow’ citizen points of view that have given me a far greater understanding of the way the Russians themselves are viewing this SMO/War.
With that understanding that it’s a press release from the Russians themselves, I can still put together a better, more realistic picture than mouthy assholes in the comments who say I’m ‘slobbering on Pootins knob’ or whatever that fuckup said. I mean for fucks sakes… in one breath all these assholes/faggots tell us how they refuse to BELIEVE anything that’s said about OrangeManBad by the Treasonous Ministries of Lies and Propaganda “…because they lie all the time!!!” and then in the very same breath start spewing whatever recycled Presstitute Krainian Bullshit that they’re talking about when it comes to VodkaManBad and his eventual downfall and how AWESOME! Krainfeld and his (((tribe))) are and how FINAL VICTORY is right around the corner!!!!!
It makes me weary.
Now in a more ‘real life’ point of view, seems the old man is named Alexander Gusarov and he’s become a bit of a cause célèbre in Russia because they (the Russian people) are a LOT like us what with Mass Media “If it Bleeds it Leads” saturation stories. In this case, the poor guy got caught behind the lines in the village of Gogolevka. That’s pretty close to the point of Axis for the Krainian fight in Sudzha.
Long story short: As you can see, his village is juuuust a wee bit past the point of entry for the Krainians. Sudzha, from ALL the sources I have found state that they (the Krainians) have dug in hard there.
Sudzha, which is 10 kilometers (6 miles) from the border, is the biggest town to fall to Ukraine’s troops since the incursion began Aug. 6.
AP News August 16, 2024
Now it seems that the Russian people themselves are demanding to know what happened. His daughter hasn’t heard anything in the past 10 day, as the video that the SS-Wannabes was shot/posted on August 6th, almost 10 days ago. He’s not listed in any of the ‘hostage’ lists, nor has he turned up anywhere in any refugee camps or evacuation camps. The current thought is those SS-Wannabes probably shot him out of hand off-camera shortly after they took the video…
Thing of it is, that these days?
Maaan…
These fuckwit Krainians… I swear… Since the beginning of this “SMO” I’ve maintained and STILL maintain that the average Krainian is functionally fucking retarded. This because of my personal interactions with them in Iraq, as well as the very few I met who married some of my coworkers despite my LOUD and HARSH protestations to the contrary…”DO NOT MARRY THAT BROAD!” I said in multiple instances…
Did they Listen?
HA!
And, as I expected, most of those females did what I absolutely expected them to do, which was “loot and scoot” my boys, and then moved on to ‘Greener Pastures’ as soon as they could do so. Just as a FYI/Public Service Announcement: If you feel the need to be Frivorced or Divorce-Raped, find yourself a nice exceptionally hawt Krainian Chick… they’re ALLLL over the place, and slobbering at the thought of getting here to the non-shooty Land of the Lean Mean Green Card and Big PX…
There’s plenty of websites that’re ‘selling’ them right now Cheaper By The Dozen as it were…
However, besides that, just because I think the Krainians as a whole are fucking morons doesn’t mean that the whammenz aren’t relatively cunning and capable.
In this particular instance, it’s the fact that they filmed themselves harassing this poor shmoe. While wearing NAZI regalia no fucking less… Even if they didn’t do a fucking thingWHEN, not if, he turns up dead in a ditch, these fucking guys are going to be ‘on the hook’ for it…
Or maybe better stated that they’ll be “hanging from the gallows” for it as murdering innocent elderly civilians is highly frowned upon by almost everyone worldwide. I mean as even the ‘Corpse Formerly Known as The Joetato’ would say “C’Mon Man!!!” Even if he died of a heart attack/aneurysm or whatever, WHEN they find “Dedushka Alex’s” (Grandpapa Alex’s) corpse in a shallow grave and/or buzzard picked, those dudes are fucking oh-so-fucking dead.
In fact they’ve identified BOTH morons apparently. Yalensis names one: Vasily Daniliuk.
Can you say “Walking Dead Man?”
I’m pretty sure that they killed the Old Dude. Sounds harsh, but it’s ‘modis operandi’ for those Krainians to do so. I mean they’ve done oh-so many things that initially get blamed on the Russians, and then it becomes a moment like “…oh geez… that wasn’t a Russian War Crime… it was #/ourguys so let’s just bury it, forget about it and moving on… Oh Look, A Squirrel!!!” Much like the highly-questionable “Bucha Massacre”
The more evidence that comes out on that particular shitshow, the worse it looks for the Krainians. You can do your own research on that, but check the International Red Cross investigation, which came up as “inconclusive” as to who was actually responsible. Amnesty International could only come up with 22 bodies attributed to the Russians directly out of over 1000+ civvies that the BBC claimed were killed:
On 16 May 2022, BBC News reported that more than 1,000 civilians were killed in the Bucha region during the month under Russian occupation; most did not die from shrapnel or shelling. More than 650 were shot dead by Russian soldiers
Wikipedia, “Bucha Massacre”
Anyways, sorry for the digression per usual. The point is this guy and his buddy? They’re dead fucking meat.
Myself, I go back to my original rant about the Cartels as stated above. “FUCK collateral damage.” I say that the Russians go and find out where exactly Mr. Daniliuk lives. Considering the majority of the Krainian Klown Krew Troops are ALL middle-aged/oldsters, he should be married and/or have a family, be it current close-fam or extended. If I were the HMFIC of this, which stands for Head Motherfucker In Charge, I’d order up a SU-24 to drop a FAB-3000 on his family’s domicile. Preferably when they’re at home.
Even better if they live in a LARGE block of apartments in say Kiev. Blow that fucker into a HUUUUGE and DEEP crater along with ALL the neighbors.
Then drop leaflets explaining exactly WHO they were aiming for and WHY. Then explain the guy responsible is still alive as far as you know, and that HE and HIS ACTIONS were what brought the “Wrath of Russia” to their front door(s). I’d also point out the whole war is a ‘brother war’ and how (((Krainfeld))) and his Kriminal Koterie of Kocaine Korrupted Klowns are the reason the war continues, and that the only way it will endis when he and his ilk are either dead or overthrown
Got me a hunch, judging from my research on ‘groupthink’ that Mr.Vasily Daniliuks life would be exactly worth Zip/Nada/Zero.
In fact, a few more specifically targeted people that would by normal circumstances be considered out of the ‘bullseye’ so to speak would be enough for even the lowest Plebe to consider it’s time for a ‘change they can believe in.’ And for those of you who say “You can’t do that!!!” Tell it to the Izzies who’ve been blasting the families of ALL the Palestinian Leadershit across the board. The guy who they wasted in Tehran? That Bigwig Ismail Haniyeh?
They smoked his entire family to include his infant grandchildren without batting an eye. Link HERE. They even did the airstrike knowing full well that he wasn’t there at the location, and still blew away the guys fam… How fucked is that infobit?
Thing of it is, there’s a difference in ‘religious outlook’ regarding the two groups. The Palestinians take it as a point of Honor and get the “Instant Magic Carpet Ride” to Allah and Paradise if they get offed like that. Whammenz and Kids included.
The Krainians? Orthodox Christian Krainins? Yeah, they get to go to heaven, but they ALSO societally speaking have a BIG “Need to pay back them motherfuckers responsible” thing happening… sort of a “Vendetta Thing” if you will. Not as bad as the Sicilians, but still… Granted they’re already balls-deep in a fight with Russia, BUT if their immediate fam gets turned into ground beef in a building collapse like oh-so-many Palestinian kids have as of late… and they can find aneasier and more available target like Krainfeld or the previously mentioned Mr. Daniliuk? Yeah… you do the maff on that one aight?
And as far as wasting the Grandchildren of the Palestinian Leader? Like wow…. just wow… how far have we fallen?
Mind you… This was done with the Untied Statz Junta’s Nominal Approval. And we’re supposed to be the “Good Guys”? Not that means -anything- at all anymore as we’re ‘just another Turd World Dicktastershit’ at this point. The only difference between the US and say, Venezuela is THEY have a LOT more oil than we do (as far as I know). And yeah, the pedants here will argue with me just ‘because’ but I’m just proving a point ya dig? Point is, it’s all in Points Of View, and actualities.
So… Yeah… smoke the guys fam and let the rubble bounce. At this point personally? I got NO DAWG in any of these ‘hunt(s)’ so to speak. As I like to say, I report, you decide.
SO your thoughts in the comments? Everyone but that cockfag the self-proclaimed “Generalissamo”…. you’ve earned the perma-ban hammer. So suck it and go play on someone else’s blog fucktard. You will not be missed.
Greetings and Salutations Y’all! Well I finally got that particular odious chore over with. Got 90% of the food repacked, restacked and inventoried. There’s a few more hard cases I have to bust out and count the ‘stuff’ inside, but that’ll be a later date thing. THIS mission to corral up all the #10 cans and get them inventoried and organized was the BIG issue this weekend.
Those hard cases are literally some of the ones I scrounged back in Afghanistan. Medical Supply Trunks is what they’re called. They’re made by Pelican:
I got two of them in a dope deal. They’re pretty much bomb proof. The only cash I had to pay was the flat-rate $20 at the Post Office to mail them home. The wheels on them make them soooooo easy to tote the ‘stuff’ around in too. Right now I have about 80-90 Mountain House Pouches of various flavors and MREs stuffed in them, to include Russian and Krainian Rations. I’m debating on swapping out the rats to the new Storage Bins, as those Med Trunks have wheels. The problem is what would I put in there instead?
Ammunition is out as that’s just too damned heavy. If it was loaded with just Boolits and mags, I don’t think even Sapper and Myself could lift it fully packed. They’re too small for weapons cases, and either way I got some “FauxTemu-Pelican” cases for the Long Guns if need be. By the way, as an FYI some of them are actually worth the $$$. Check them out if you’re looking for a deal. To be honest, I’ll probably leave them as they are, as they’re “ready food” i.e. just add water and we’re good to go.
Three of the Storage Bins we put together today are actually more “Meal Prep Bins”. One of you asked about the ‘types’ and/or brand I prefer. We have several different brands. MOST of them are pretty well known:
Mountain House The Original. I got a LOT of their stuff.
Peak Refuel (Sapper’s Go-To) VERY Pricey. VERY Frou-Frou. As I mentioned in the comments, Venison and Bison are on the menu… it’s almost as bad as the French…
Auguson Farms (for “ingredient stuff”) More on that in a minute)
Provident Pantry a good place to get deals on “kits”. In my case I got “baking kits” with like 4 cans of white flour, baking powder, butter powder, a can of sugar and the like for less than if I bought them separately.
Nutristore for Meats as the prices are a wee bit better than others, BUT the portions are correspondingly smaller.
Freeze Dry Wholesalers Their website is HERE. No payout for me if you go there, but they have some NICE meat that I have tried and can vouch for. Just be aware that the Uncooked Sirloin Steaks are really thin and when rehydrated they cook like a minute-steak. Like >WHAM!< and they’re done. What I love about them though is they have FD Seafood… The Shrimp are good. Gretchen’s Cheesecake. I don’t have a LOT from there, mostly stuff to keep the wife off my ass and fed.
MREs I get from everywhere. I have Brit Rats, South Korean Mini-Bibimbap Rats (Great as they’re compact AF) Danish 24hr Rats, French RCIM 24hr Rats (Frou-Frou AF as well… who in the fuck has Duck Pate in a field rat??? The fucking Frogs, that’s who) Canadian Rats, and the aforementioned Russian and Krainian Rats. There’s probably one or two countries I missed, but you get the idea. I also of course have US rations. I even scored some T-Rats. The “Breakfast Cake w/Syrup” ones. I picked those up back I think in June? when they were on sale. $40 for the case at $10 a tray. The expiration date is May of 2027 (3 years) so why not? Each one is 18 Portions and as I recall, it was a damned good cake for what it was/is… Plus it has the syrup (FakeMaple) packet so yeah. I figure in a ‘Everything has gone to Hell’ at least we got cake to eat. The ONLY rations I won’t get even though they’re cheap as fuck are those fucking nasty “Humanitarian Rations”
30 bux for I -think- there’s 10 of them in there? Each one is theoretically one days worth of chow. VERY Calorie dense… like 2200 per pouch. HOWEVER The supposed ‘variety of meals’ is a choice of lentil stew, lentil stew, or lentil stew. Supposedly there are two other menus, beans w/ tomato sauce or a pasta w/ tomato sauce, but I’ve never heard of anyone finding those. They also have like a generic pop-tart in there, as well as two MRE “vegetarian” Cracker packs, w/Peanut Butter and a Jelly pack. There’s also a set of some form of cookie too. They’re Vegan/Halal/One-Size-Fits-All generic MRE. IMO, they’re Shytte and the fact that these are what we are air-dropping into Gaza is part and parcel of why they hate us I’m guessing.
To continue on the “ingredient stuff” I made up three boxes with pretty much the same ‘stuff’ in each Bin. Specifically Pizza Makings. When you get right down to it, Pizza is a pretty damned useful and easy to make survival food. It’s got a couple of thing going for it: 1) It’s a ‘comfort food’. In a disaster, it’s something that can put a smile on a kids face, and that in itself is worth having the ability to make it. 2) It’s simple. You only need the absolute minimum to make it IF you’re “properly Prepping” i.e. having a good balance of foodstuffs. 3) Relatively healthy if you make it from scratch. Vitamins, Carbs, Dairy, Vegetables and Proteins with the meats. Can’t really argue it. 4) It feeds a couple of people. Depending on how you slice it, an 18 inch pie can go quite a ways. 5) You can (as I have) bake it in a Solar Oven. And no, you don’t need to spend big $$$ on that. I made mine with some 1 inch thick Silver wrapped insulation board, some flat black spray paint, and a piece of glass. I took the insulation board and made a box out of it. Hot Glue and Nails, with a wooden bottom. I made sure that the box had an angle on it so I could maximize the sun hitting the interior, and added foil-wrapped ‘wings’ around the four sides of it. Then I sprayed the interior AND exterior (but not the foil parts) with the flat black paint. When I put the pizza inside, and covered it with the glass? Hoo boy did that sucker cook/bake up. According to my thermometer, it got to about 300 degrees in there.
So for having the ingredients on-hand? Part of that “baking kit” I got… In this case: flour, sugar, a pinch of salt, yeast and water. I think it was Some folks like to toss in some Olive Oil. We have plenty of that around so, yeah. The dough fixins are easy to have on hand. The tomato sauce is made from the BIG #10 can of tomato powder, and I got a case of FD Mozzarella Cheese in #10 cans. I split all of that up through 3 Bins. Then I added FD Sausage Crumbles, Ground Beef, and FD Bell Peppers and Onions. No pepperoni however… not sure if that can even be FD’d or if a dried stick will last that long? (i.e. years of longevity?) Thoughts in the comments?
So yeah. Pizza for the Apocalypse. Can’t beat that with a stick.
There were some revelations from all of this though. One is I need a shitload MOAR of can openers. Like one per Bin. At least. I have a pile of P-38 can openers, but truthfully, they suck. Especially if you need to open a #10 can. They’re handy if you got like a ‘normal’ size can, but for bigger jobs? Notsomucho. And then I also need to get a Sawyer mini-water Filter for each bin as well. It would purely suck to have all this goodness and NOT have the means to utilize it Aye?
So that’s what -I- spent my weekend doing. Now it’s back to the Tractor Factory in the Oh-Dark Early. Joy. So More Later Big Country
Greetings! Sorry I’m late. Been a full day again. Seems to be happening a lot lately…
This time my issue was an “unexpected sleep-in”. Usually Chili lets me know what time it is (08:30 on the nose) as that’s when her lil bladder starts yelling to her that she needs to be emptied.
Damned near to the minute for that matter. 08:30.
And then, as of late I’ve been so busy trying to get the inventories around the house done, general “cleanup on Aisle 5!” and other taskers. This on top of working the NORMAL 40 hours a week at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory #187 and then ADDING an additional 10 hours +/- to get the overtime $$$. Mainly because I desperately need the extra cash now, so I plum crashed da fuq out hard last night.
Normally during the work week, I’m already up and running long before 08:30… Usually 06:30 to get ready for the Salt Mines if you will… Weekends are when I get to sleep in a wee bit… Until today. Sapper oh-so-kindly handled the pupper, and Gretchen (who never actually sleeps past 0930-10am usually, woke me up at like 11:30 this AM.
I must have needed it. Even after my shower I still had that punch-drunk tired feeling until I got a Monster and a Stacker into me… Coffee was contra-indicated as I’m out of my blend, and the shopping trip tomorrow should cover replacing it.
So after a late wakeup, a lady on Fecesbook Marketplace who I messaged late last night let me know the Item(s) I was looking for/at were available. In this case, BIG storage totes/containers:
They’re the 40 Gallon Storage Bins. The extremely robust ones
And she was selling them $11 a throw, with a $1 off each one if you bought 10. Sapper and I both were like “Uh, Take our money Please!” It took an hour plus to get there, as it is Saturday, and every. fucking. retard. normie. was out on the roads, and add on she was located out in Clearwater/Oldsmar, which is a fair distance from the Casa.
I got 10, and he got 10. Not a bad deal at all considering that they run normally like OMFG!!! expensive:
$35 a throw BEFORE taxes at Lowes.
Originally, it was going to be 5 and 5, 10 in total… with us splitting the cost. When we picked them up, and saw that they’re unused… like brand new, we ended up getting 20 of them. We had to play “Car Tetris” to get them in the back of my lil Hyundai Tucson as I didn’t remove the Grans car seat, nor any of the other shytte that was back there before we left dammit.
Besides that inconvenience, let me say these are the thick walled mothers… Perfect for throwing Number 10 Cans in them, of which I found out tonight that they hold 16 of them perfectly. They have to be laid on their sides though (the cans that is) and there’s a wee bit of leftover ‘wiggle room’ between them, but I stuffed some ‘soft items’ like MREs and the like in between the cans.
Gretchen is also pleased/happy now that I’ve started cleaning up the front room, as it was looking like a fucking supply depot in World War Two with random piles of cans piled and thrown all over the place, as well as random cases of MREs and flats of canned meats and whatnot that I’ve picked up over time.
After we got home, I activated my “Loggie Mode” and got down to business. That means starting by making a spreadsheet in Excel dammit….
Ugh… let me tell you about inventories… even in the Army, the s-l-o-w-e-s-t part is doing the written spreadsheet Inventory IF one doesn’t previously exist… I fucking purely hate Excel too for the record. Not that I can’t do it or write/make the formulas, it’s just that I hate it with the passion of a Million Dying Stars at Supernova. Now, since I had to make it, I made it as simple as possible and in it, I only made a couple of columns that matter.
‘Keep It Simple Stupid’ is a Religion for the Infantry IMO.
I did it on ‘easy mode’ primarily to make it printable. Too much info means having to fuck with the size of the font, and in my blind-ass case, I wanted the font to be very Visible and LARGE for quick reference if needed. This was even more difficult as I ALSO wanted ALL the info for each bin to be on ONE page of printed paper ONLY. Because of these limitations, and because I wanted it “Short and Sweet” I made these the labels for the Columns that I ended up using:
Inventory ID: This I labeled either ‘MRE’, ‘FD (for freeze dried) Pouch’, ‘FD Can’, or ‘Drink Mix’ I might add more IF I find another ‘type’ of Inventory
Name: the Brand Name/Manufacturer. This might help to figure out which label I might be looking for by visual ID.
Description: for this, I’ll name what it is, in the case of one of the boxes of MREs, I put “Low Sodium MRE (No Heater Included)” others have the name/flavor of the chow itself like “Beef Stroganoff” and the like. In one case (literally!) the name was a group of foreign MREs I have, i.e. “British 3x, Polish 1x, First Strike 1x, Danish 1x, Canada x 1, Humanitarian 1x”… those are ALL 24 hour (3x meals) rations that I packed in a heavy cardboard box on their own with a “Use First” note on it… you get the idea
Unit Size: literally what it is. The pouches are generally “2 servings per Pouch” for the Mountain House and the cans (for the most part) are #10 sized.
Quantity in Stock: pretty self explanatory. The servings for ‘other items’ are also added in here, with the number of cans, as in it can look like this: “4 Cans, 20 Servings Per Can” for in this case, Sweet Corn.
Inspection/Manufacture Date: again… WHEN it was made, if available. If I don’t have that, then I go by when I bought it, as I mark every can/box with a sharpie when I get/receive it so I at least know when I got it, and can go from there. ALL the items I get get marked like that either way. It’s a good habit, and in the case of the #10 cans, I write it right on the lid, as it helps if the labels ever get ripped off.
Expiration Date: more of the same. In some cases however, I have to estimate from the date of Manufacture if I can’t find an expiry date. I lean towards 20/25 years added to it for the Freeze Dried stuff, as it’s pretty resilient, and has –always– been in a temperature controlled environment.
On-hand Quantity: again, just what it states. This however is where I’ll be subtracting from when I open/use a can/pouch whatever. The idea if possible is to replace it, but IF things got the way the majority of us expect, “what I got, is what I got” Total Meals/Servings Available: that’s where I ‘do the math’ on how many Servings available of that line Item in total so I know what I roughly have. I tend to low-ball that, just to make sure I have some “overage” so to speak. Like in the case of one BIG Auguson Farms Bucket of Vegetable Soup. 236 Serving that make a single cup of Vegetable Soup per serving. The thing weighs like 40 pounds, and I got a deal on it back in 2019… I’m not adding it in, as that may/may not be used for refugees. I am NOT however counting it toward the house for now… “Keep the Best, Bogart the Rest” as we used to say in Supply…
and lastly: Bin Number: which is what number Bin (storage container) are these being packed in.
I know there are faaaar more complex spreadsheets that can do formulas to list them in order of expiration date, low-to-high and whatnot, but to be perfectly honest, IF I get to the point where I’m worried about this stuff expiring?
Personally, I’d consider that A Very GOOD nay GREATThing!
It means that the shit has not completely hit the full on Communist-Socialist Fan. The soonest some of the food ‘best by date’ that’s upcoming is June/July of 2025. The latest is 2047
Hell… I personally don’t expect to be around in 2047 LOL!
I mean yeah, I’m 54 going on 55. Cashing in at 75? I’m comfortable with that. It’s been a long, strange trip, and I’ve enjoyed it so far. That being said however, the ride ain’t over, and the majority of this is so’s the Grans have ‘stuff’ to keep them fed in bad times. And judging from the way these fucking lunatics are talking, shortages and restrictions, never mind outright collapse seems riiiiight around the corner.
Hence me getting the Quackers in a Row.
Putting everything that wasn’t already in storage bins is part of the plan. We got a wee bit complacent around here over the past year, and the realization that IF we had to pack up and ‘jump’, it’s a pain in the ass to have to snatch up and empty out the pantry of #10 cans if and when you –need– to head to your ‘alternate redoubt’. Speed = Life in many instances Aye?
My major concern right now is that 20 of those bins aren’t enough. I had planned on using a few for some TA-50 as I have enough ‘gear’ that I’ve collected over the years to probably outfit a short Platoon with Armor, Pouches/Holsters and the like. I just may have to re-evaluate my pack-rattish ways and just get rid of a lot of the stuff… the majority of it was for the Spawn(s) who’ve gone No Contact now, so I don’t see the point in keeping stuff for them per se… anyways…
Now as far as the mission packing the food goes?
I’m feeling a hell of a lot better in that having it all packed and ready to be thrown in the Truck(s) and on the trailer, as well as all the mags, spare ammo and well, all the ‘critical party gear’ which was already ready to roll, this makes me happy(ier) I mean bouncing out on a moments notice? Guns, Ammo and Gear, yep. Food? Before this? Notsomucho.
Until today/tonight/tomorrow. Queue <BIG SIGH OF RELIEF>
This also now allows us to scatter and redistribute some of these in caches as each Bin so far has a pretty fair mix of Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner as needed. I mean Ye Olde Sawe of “Don’t keep your eggs in one basket” keeps coming to mind… I might have to look into it…
Then, on a humorous note: One thing I found while redistributing/repacking ‘stuff’ and had forgotten about is Gretchen’s Freeze Dried Cheesecake:
Yes. It is “a thing.” And Yeah Yeah… I spoil her.
When I got one of those bags back in the day, it was still less than $20 a bag! The current cost as of tonight is almost $35!!! The story behind it? Back when she and I first got together when she found out I stored long-term chow and whatnot, I bought a bag as a joke. I was still working as a Manager in a call center and was pulling down like $74k a year. Even with the divorce, I still had mad-money on occasion so to speak. She was absolutely against eating anything that she considered and derided at the time as “survivalist”.
Like REALLY!?!
She actually got pretty shitty with me to the point I debated on shitcanning her for a more “Apocalyptic Adaptive Model” so to speak… But since I decided I was in it for the long run?
I decided to pull a fast one on her. Question my survival food will you? I’ll show you woman!
The weapon-of-choice?
The aforementioned Freeze Dried Cheesecake.
What broad can resist Cheesecake in any form at all? Answer: None. Not Even Gretchen.
Even still FD’d, its like eating Astronaut Ice Cream. I’m pretty damned sure damned near ALL of you have had that delicacy at one point or another in your lives. This stuff, the Cheesecake, is the BOMB I will say. After she had that, and I tricked her into eating a couple of MREs, as well as ‘other questionable (for her) food sources’ over time, her palate isn’t as refined as she’d like to think of it.
She’ll freely admit now that there are some pretty damned good FD foods out there. My answer to her whenever she’s bitched to me in the past or even bitches at me now about a purchase is “Hey… it’s either I buy this, or you get a fucking can of Alpo. Your Choice baby.”
It’s absolutely amazing how the complaints and arguments stop after dropping that particular infonugget on her Aye?
So… what have you done for preparing for Cumswalla-the-Commie-Cuntbag-Collectivist’s (s)election? That right there is what the “C4” stands for in the Title… with headlines like this:
I’d have to say that I absolutely recommend to start getting your checks and making sure your food and shit/gear/equipment is really really, really, REALLY I MEAN IT FOR SUREready now, as we got less than 90 days+/- ’til the roof potentially falls in on us.
And, IF you haven’t started doing anything at this point?
Greetings and Salutations! Love that movie BTW. One of Christian Slater’s best roles IMO. Anyways. Tonight is a wee bit of a trip down memory lane. I stopped into my local “Rebel” ne’ Exxon Gas Station which has renamed/rebranded the little convenience stores connected to them as “Rebel” stores.
The guy behind the counter, Al and I chat occasionally while I do my ‘reload-run’ on my beer for the night. The prices there for the beer (for now that is) are actually cheaper than the Publix which is in the same complex/shopping mall? arena?
It’s $18.99 for an 18 pack of Miller Lite. And yeah yeah, nasty cheap beer. Don’t make too much fun of me for it… Unfortunately for me, I got Diverticulitis, which is when pouches in my intestines get inflamed from having certain foods. For me, one of the things that causes issues is good beer. Like as in anything heavy and dark. I can’t ‘do’ the Guinness nor -any- German beers anymore at all. Other ‘things’ are out of bounds like peanuts, and other such items. Pretty much anything that’s hi-fiber according to my Doc at the VA. A wee bit of a bummer there Aye?
So anyway, Al last night was doing a price increase again on the majority of food items that are in such a facility. Candy, chips, and the like. He was pissed off as not three weeks ago I was in there, and the company had him go around and do the initial price increase(s) on items. This is done by them sending him a worksheet and a bunch of the stickers that need to go on to the shelves with the respective items… we’re all familiar with them…
Al gets pissed as they’ve now done it twice in the past month. It’s time consuming as well, as he has to match up all the right stickers with the right product. I’ve done it in days gone by when I worked 7-11 when I was between jobs. It’s a pure pain in the ass.
Now… the noticing: The last time they did a price increase, one of the items I saw that made me double-take was the beef jerky and Slim Jim display on the ‘end cap’ of the aisle:
That’s a stock photo as there’s no prices as you can see. The sides of that end cap are where the bags of Beef Jerky are located. BEFORE the initial price increase, a 12oz Bag of “Old Trapper” jerky was running $9.99.
After the three week ago increase, it’d gone up to $14.99 for the same 12oz bag. That’s like a 30% increase. I swear I should have ‘invested’ so to speak when it was $10 a bag… I joke, I joke…
Last night, Al was not only doing a repricing, but he was also doing a restocking of the same “Old Trapper” stuff. He was taking ALL the 12oz bags off, and putting up, per HQs instructions, the now-10oz bags. Then he put up the new stickers which made me go from a double take the last time to damned near a spit take on this one…
Try $19.99 a bag!!!
That’s damned near over a 50% increase… actually MOAR if you figure in they took OUT 2oz of product… I leave it to you maff geeks to ackchully figure it out…
Needless to say, that’s utterly insane even by convenience store prices. The Slim Jims? The itty-bitty 4-5 inch ones I used to get for Stella-the-Sausage Princess when she’d accompany me on these trips? Used to be $.50 cents a throw… two for a buck… NOW!?! Like $1.25 each.
Oh we are so fucked. The candy bars too… I remember a time man…
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the day…..< queue flashback >
1979-1981? Somewhere in that Zone. I was between 10 and 12 years old. Hell, it could have been ALL during that timeframe as the mission of which I’m going to speak of happened multiple times over that era. Back then, DeadDad would be hanging out with various students, accomplices and Army buddies from those good old days. I have quite a few fond memories of those times, and in particular these Missions stand out. Anyways…
DeadDad would invariably run out of smokes/beer and/or bourbon/whiskey as he was wont to do. By that time, he and his cronies would have already been “three sheets to the wind” so to speak which was also known as ‘hammered/pie-eyed’. Not falling down fucked up, but moreso “not a good idea to get behind the wheel as the Fuzz would definitely bust his ass” sort of thing. MomUnit’s attitude at that point was “You’re on your own!” and at that point, the Mission, if I chose to accept it, fell to me, and my bicycle and backpack.
DeadDad would then call down to the local “Golden Hen” which was not a “White Hen” convenience store… This was a blatant local ripoff that surprisingly had a State Liquor License for small liquor so to speak. As an aside: New Hampshire had some really strange leftover ‘Blue Laws’ from back in the day… a liquor license for ‘small liquor’ meant you could sell beer and literally bottles of booze under a half liter in size. That meant primarily Nips/Airplane sized bottles up to a pint size bottle only, as well as beers. Bigger bottles had to come from the State Owned Monopoly Liquor Stores.
To continue. DeadDad knew the guy who worked the counter there. So what he’d do is call ahead and place a phone order if you will… I remember it exactly… 1 pack of Pall Mall Red Unfiltered Soft Pack smokes, 1 pack Lucky Strike Unfiltered Soft Pack, a six pack of whatever flavor of Beer he was hitting that night (which varied) and then a Pint of Bourbon… usually ‘Ancient Age’, which was his 80 proof flavor-of-choice.
He’d tell the guy “I’m sending down my boy to pick it up OK?” to which the guy on the other end was like “OK, cool!”. DeadDad would then give me a $20 bill, with the understanding that the $4 to $5 in change +/- was mine to buy candy/soda/sugary crap as I wanted/needed as payment for this earliest version of “Uber Eats/DoorDash” of the time… the only caveat was I had to split the payout with FedBro in that I had to buy him some stuff as well and bring it home to him… he was/is 4 years younger than me, and at that time, the ride on a bike was on US Route One, which was a mite dangerous for a 6-8 year old kid.
Mind you, these days? FedBro and I would be removed from the home by CPS for a stunt like this, the Golden Egg shut down and its licenses to operate suspended, and the clerk either fined to the maxx, or more likely, fucking jailed for contributing to the delinquency of minor(s)…
Jail time for everyone!!!!
But the issue here is a failure of purchasing power and dollar weakness. Back then, that $4-$5 bux I had left over? I got a huge pile of candy bars back then with it. A standard-sized Hershey Bar cost $.25 cents a throw. A can of Coke? $.25 cents as well. These days, the same order would be OVER $50 easily. Needless to say, the current price at the “Rebel” store? It’s $3.49 for a single standard Hershey bar.
I told Gretchen and Sapper that ANY and ALL future ‘sugar fixes’ we need are going to be done through the ‘Zon, in bulk. There is no way in Hell that I’m paying that much for a sugar-fix.
And when you tie in the latest from Cumswalla?
Link HERE I said it before, and I’ll say it again:
Oh we are so fucked.
To read up on what it means, outside of just how fucked we are if and when this Sperm-Burping Sidechick gets installed in the “Drivers Seat” of National Policy, check out this tweet:
News: Harris to propose “federal ban on corporate price-gouging” on groceries and “impose stiff penalties in the food industry,” campaign announces.
— Philip Melanchthon Wegmann (@PhilipWegmann) August 15, 2024
Per the continuation of the thread who don’t have twatter:
“Harris will propose, what her campaign bills as “the first-ever federal ban on price gouging on food and groceries—setting clear rules of the road to make clear that big corporations can’t unfairly exploit consumers to run up excessive corporate profits on food and groceries.”
Next Tweet: “The campaign singles out the “highly consolidated” meat-packing industry, noting how just four meat processors control the market and arguing “the lack of competition gives these middlemen the power to drive down earnings for farmers while driving up prices for consumers.”
Next Tweet: “Notably this new move by Harris comes after Biden tried cracking down on consolidation in the meat processing industry in 2022 and then provided, per USDA, over $700 million in grants to independent meat and poultry packers.”
Philip Melanchthon Wegmann on August 14, 2024
Now… does this sound historically familiar?
I know it does to me.
The Soviet Union was famous for their state-directed price controls… in the end it was a major reason that they went bankrupt. There were a LOT of ‘other reasons’ that the Soviet Union collapsed, but the two-tier availability of goods, i.e. the “Elites/Party Members” who could shop at ‘the good stores’, who were eating good steaks whereas the Proletariat were stuck with extremely limited availability and or shitty cuts of “meat”IF even availableat ALL! Add in the broadening of awareness of the average Comrade to these factors, and it helped significantly, thus hastening the eventual collapse.
But BEFORE it did? They had mile-long lines for food, shops with nothing on the shelves, meat coupons, shortages, and food black markets cropping up.
What isn’t being said is that THAT was the Soviet Union.
With an essentially unarmed civilian population.
Anddamned near ZERO “Diversity”
Now, just imagine how this’s going to play out. I know that they sure as fuck haven’t. It is, to me readily apparent that whomever is running this fucking idea has no fucking clue how quickly shit will go sideways.
It’s called ‘blowback’.
Whomever thought this is a good idea don’t understand that Tyrone, Dur’asell and Shaniquiasorus are not going to sit idly by while this goes on. Not if they gots dem Glocks they ain’t….
In fact as of late, watching the general ‘vibe’ on Twitter/X, the Nogs are rapidly becoming aware that they as a racial group have been sold out in favor of the new pile of Burrito Goblins, AKA “Fresh DemoncRat Voaters”. That pic that was out there a couple of days ago that showed the receipt of an illegal who had… what was it? $13k in available EBT and almost what? $5k in EBT Cash available??? The tweet is here and according to the various sources out there, it’s legit!!!
this has 2.6 million views and it's literally a random receipt someone saw in New York posted on Reddit 17 hours agohttps://t.co/cd3RBRy8H6
The blaqs are not amused. Those are their Gibs dammit!!!!
Now, let’s throw shortages, rationing and a general fucked up situation, and we’re ripe for watching some serious shit coming down, even BEFORE November and the already-highly questionable (s)election. The next part that I’m waiting on is the DemoncRatic Convention in Chicongo which runs from Mon, Aug 19, 2024 – Thu, Aug 22, 2024.
The word is ten thousand pissed off Palestinian supporters are planning on descending and/or rioting there about the “current thing” like all good NPCs would. I for sure know there would have been a riot IF they’d actually put (((Shapiro))) on the ticket, and that because of his membership to the Tribe is exactly whyhe wasn’t put on there, despite being a better candidate that Tampon-Timmy, The Stolen Valor Scumbag. The state of ‘MichiMogadishu’ and that HUGE Muj population there has them worried, so “No Jew for You” was what they went with…
I also want to see if there’s any dissent on the coup that was pulled against 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. I know that The Royal First Usurper, The Empress KinkyBoots is pissed off, and the His HIGHness the First and Only (remaining) Son of the Emperor Poopypants the First, Lord HIGH Destitute Debauched and Depraved, Hunter the Whoremaster is running scared as there’s a LOT of leaks coming out about future indictments with his name on them… I wonder if THEY are going to call “shenanigans!” on that shytteshow?
Then: Lots of folks out there are wondering if our favorite Villain, Felonia Von Pantsuit, AKA “Killary” or “The Arkancide Queen” is going to try and upset the Apple Cart and steal the nomination. She just might try, as she’s still herself, and it’s always been about her, her and her.
Greetings! Dammit… due to having to answer questions in the comments, cleaning the kitchen (a major issue tonight) and taking care of the Pupper (who for some reason is wound like a fiend tonight), I’m late AF for this poast.
So yeah, Chili got ahold of either some good speed or meth.
She’s been going since dawn at combat speed. No slowing down nor any sign of slowing down. I wonder if this’s a left-over from her playing with the Redhead this past weekend? Not sure. Either way.
Seems this ‘hostage/barricade’ situation was in my neck of the woods… Mind you, -I- who tend to be extraordinarily conversant in ‘current affairs’ here in the Greater Tampa area completely missed this little interaction.
Not sure if it’s because they buried it or what, but I did my research and as far as I’ve found, no one got whacked.
Well except for the one Nigger who supposedly self-deleted after the fact.
The link to the story is HERE Now, the reason for this particular writeup?
Well A couple of observations. Especially since I read the story after I saw the bodycam footage in the twatter file poasted above. One of the things is, according to the article published by the Tampa DotGov story is that:
When the detective encountered the suspect, he fled into the breezeway of a nearby building. The detective chased the suspect and called for backup.
Patrol officers arrived on the scene and were fired upon by the suspect. One officer, a five-year veteran of the department, returned fire.
The suspect then entered an apartment in the building, that was occupied by adults and young children.
The Tampa Police SWAT team, which includes hostage negotiators, was activated as officers evacuated the building.
Tampa DotGov News August 8, 2024
Now… if you watched the bodycam footage, what did you notice? Tell you what… what -I- noticed was on the initial breach of the door, there was, considering the timeframe involved, one hell of a barricade erected in a short period of time.
As seen in my screen grab:
“Huh… door blocked… must get past blocked door!” (Cop Brain at work) On removing the blockage, it looks like a table?
Either way, a rather large blockage to say the least… I mean I got to say I’m impressed… said nigger must have been highly motivated to construct such a blockage so quickly.
Now then, after the Fuzz get past that particular obstacle, there’s a pile of ‘other shit’ blocking the door after they get the initial barricade out of the way…
Chairs, detritus, plus other Nigs caught in the crossfire. Most of them (the blaqs-in-question) squirrel out in onesie-twosies all the while leaving others behind as far as I can tell.. this being my hypothesis as you can hear non-stop shrieking as the cops are rolling in. No count as to how many were actually in there to begin with… the footage shows two ambulatory Nogs beating feetz as fast as they can, with no worries about ‘others’ In fact…
Not “get the mom/baby/kids out” first.
In fact the first coon who manages to make a run for it?
Dunno about you, but that looks like possibly the mom?
Niiiiiiiiice…
Mother of the year right there Aye?
‘Cos the next one out is a kid… probably about 10-12 years old. Nice to see that whole ‘lack of caring for the young’ that the niggers are oh so famous for in action ininit?
I don’t know
The story of ‘who-how-where-when’ is rather sparse on this. Which is also a bit out of the ordinary. Normally you know every. single. person. who was there, and the niggers in general have the propensity to print fucking t-shirts of the deceased even before the body is cold… Hell, in many cases, Ben Crump is on his Lear Jet before the Nigger-In-Question has hit room temperature to start the lawsuits. Jes’ Sayin’
Death By Cop is the “New Nigger Lotto” I swear.
The payout is almost guaranteed except in under mostegregious circumstances, and it usually pays well…
Anyways So they (the Fuzz in Question) do the breach, and long story short (according to them) Said-Accused Nog Self-Deleted in the closet and here endeth the lesson.
To be utterly honest, a happy ending in my opinion. Dead Criminal and hey, win-win… the blaq criminal in question already had a warrant as well as a looong criminal history, so in this case? No need to worry about my state taxes feeding this fucker for the next 20 years…
Add on we managed to gather some rather good intelligence regarding just HOW the Po-Po here operate… leastways the ‘regular responding street cops’. Look at this picture:
You can see them after removing the table? door? whatever, they struggle to remove chairs and shit from the improvised barricade.
What’s most obvious though? The fuzz on the scene have full on heavy assed shields.
I looked up to see what the weight was, and found that particular shield as that triangular window is unique out there:
Can’t get a price unless I upload the swine credentials…
The weight however is that the biggest one, the 24in x 36in model, weighs in at 15 pounds. Not much however, under that sort of circumstance, and the general lack of regular training they do not have (as something like this is nominally a SWAT job) that shit must have been wearing on the Fuzz in Question.
Either way, the actionable intelligence that I got from that video? Well… it’s not obvious, but it is, but it isn’t. It goes back to the same aspect if you’re fighting with someone in Level 4 Plates and Soft Armor… some ‘stuff’ that, depending on loads, can stop rifle fire up to and including 7.62×51 mm as well as Russian 7.62×54 mm as well as 30-06, which no one outside of hunters, realistically uses anymore (outside of someone using a WW2 M1 Garand as their primary weapon that is)
We’ve been over it before.
HOWEVER
Did you notice what -I- noticed? Probably not, as I’m wired differently. The biggest thing I noticed? Besides them ‘sweeping’ each other like morons, is that they ALL had their lower torsos utterly exposed. To whit:
That phrase was one of DeadDads favorites. It meant never assume anything. In this case however? It’s rather useful.
That and that it also shows the reason the Prosecutor as well as 75% of the Deputies in Hillsborough County were sooooo freaked out and worried about having to ‘bust me again’ after my initial 2016 interaction due to my and the Ex Wife’s antics that evening. It’s why almost every. single. time. that DumbCunt tried to get me “SWATTED” (3 times as I recall) that when the Politzei showed up during those exceptionally challenging and extremely stressful situations, that they showed up politely and slowly with a certain amount of trepidation.
Simply Put: It’s the Flammenwerfer Stupid.
Yep.
Not any of my other ‘questionable antics’ nor ‘other things’ bothered either the cops, nor the courts. I probably could have been making fucking illegal Cruise Missiles, and it wouldn’t have given them “the willies” like the Flammenwerfer did as my defense attorney described it…
The thing that put the utter and complete “WEIRD” on both the prosecutor as well as ALL of the Sheriff’s Department is that I had a fully functional World War Two Styled Flame Thrower.
Granted that’s one I made for someone… a mini-version after my eventual release and charge-dismissal.
THAT is what had everyone go almost completely apeshit.
And if you watch that twatter clip?
Tell you what… IF said-criminal Monkey had one?
It’ would have been ‘roast pork and bacon’ ALLLLL over the place as I can see at least five or six points where IF and WHEN they were breaching, a guy with a Flammenwerfer would have completely ruined their day.
Nevermind the naysayers who’d say “Well Big Country, the SWAT Team woulda been in Nomex! Nomex is fire-proof!!!”
To which I’d argue: Nomex isfire resistant and designed to be somewhat FLASHproof. Meaning that IF there’s say a quick fireball like you see in the movies:
Well then you’re good. On the other handhowever… Nomex melts Provides some momentary protection That’s it
Those cops in the door? Especially with them short assed maximum length three foot long shields, which only provide ballistic protection?
With ZERO protective clothing?
Being armed with a Flammenwerfer has some serious physical and psychological advantages. NORMAL PEOPLE fear “death by fire” like you read about… ANY normal person, as well as abnormal motherfucker like myself shy away from the concept of being burnt to death.
Yep
Get yourself a Flammenwerfer. Got me a hunch it’s going to be a fantastic equalizer. Just my two cents. Just as an additional thing, Here AGAIN is my instructional (with parts links) on “How To Build Your Own Flammenwerfer” which may/may not be useful, YMMV, Don’t run w/Scissors. Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball. The Management States Unequivocally That ANYTHING and EVERYTHING You May or May NOT do with These Instructions is ON YOU UTTERLY.
