Big Country Expat

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
So I finished Don Shift’s Book:

My thoughts:
Not Bad.
I’d give it a 7.5 out of 10.

The story is about your basic suburban drone.
‘Ross’, the main character, is some techno-geek who used to work for the Goolag. The story, at it’s core, is civilization doing a s-l-o-w slide into anarchy as multiple events, from extreme weather (unseasonal freezing) and an overtaxed power grid, plus the ¡violence! that goes along with fuel shortages and pre-election stupidity, Ross and his family are caught in the middle.

Utterly Unprepared.

Now, it’s well written, and pretty descriptive of the way shit could slowly start going to Hell in a Handbasket, and this guy seems to be clueless throughout. His brother, a war vet who had seen Iraq and Affy had tried to tell him to start prepping a-ways back. Ross’s reaction was to buy just enough Mountain House to stave off complete starvation, but has done ‘stupid shit’ like leaving his shotgun at his brothers house several states over. This forces him to buy a shotty after all the gun stores are cleaned out for three times the going rate, and ammo for it being like $50 a round for buckshot…

In fact it’s one of my main complaints is that this dude keeps fucking up and doesn’t seem to learn from his mistakes. From talking to the cops (never talk to the cops) after defending his family, to being conned into a bushwhack while going to get gas that by all rights he should NOT have survived, Ross pissed me off more than he had me cheering for him.

All the negatives aside, Shift does do an outstanding job in describing the possible societal situations that come about by an exceptionally s-l-o-w breakdown of Bullshit. From the “sick outs” that the majority of the Cops do when shit starts getting “really reelz”, to the organized cartel based Hijacking of critical food supplies. He also covers the issue that no one has really discussed in depth that being what I call “the right of refusal” in that the majority of Truckers decide that “it ain’t worth their lives to take loads into a shooting gallery.” Truckers start to say not just no, but fuck to the noes regarding rolling into hostile territory.

This leaves everyone in a bind.
No food?
Uh Oh.

There’s also a subplot about the rain and snow doing a melt, and that the dam and levee is gonna burst! that I find humorous. Reason being is that throughout ALL of the Shitfestivus, from Gangbangers trying to kill him, to EBT riots and people killing each other over a bag o’beans in the grocery store, Ross stays put in his rapidly falling-the-fuck-apart town. Even worse is that his family is stuck there ‘cos he won’t GTFO of town like an intelligent

Fucking Moron.
Sorry Don. Just my opinion.
IMO also, anyone with half a fucking brain would have bailed after the first week of Hell. See, Ross is a bit of a cuck. In that his wife is a former porn-chick (lesbian enema porn) who brought the bastard spawn of another man into his highly paid Google Life and subsequently baby-trapped him….

Leastways that’s how -I- read it from a purely red-pill POV.

He doesn’t want to “…leave the house they built together behind, as she (Rayleene) had been abandoned by all the men in her life, from her father, to her first babydaddy…”

Sheesh.
Fucking cuck.

Otherwise, for a glimpse of what MAY happen, it’s 10 for 10.

The other thing is the Flamethrower Ross eventually builds… it annoyed me that it was pretty much in the last two-three chapters that he gets off his ass and builds the fucking thing. I expected it to be a LOT sooner and a few moar crispy bad guys… The other thing is I’m not sure it would function as Shift tells it… the again, I’m NOT playing with liquid propane or propane accessories…

Who the fuck you think I am?
Hank Hill?

I designed and built what -I- consider a much safer alternative, as far as the word ‘safe’ can be used when discussing using and building devices to throw liquid fire on other human beings, with the intent of burning them to death for games and prizes.

So yeah, give it a read.
It’ll entertain you. Link HERE

Otherwise, another weekend spent going up to Gretchen’s parents place. Leave in the AM… got another slew of ‘minor repairs’ to do… lightbulbs on the vaulted ceiling (not looking forward to that as Dad’s ladder is ten million years old and more rickety than him)… other ‘minor shit’ that they just can’t do… and Computer Repair/Hard Drive replacement…

Mom tanked her lappie so I have to figure out Hardware tanked or Software tanked? Won’t know ’til I get there as she just tells me “it won’t turn on!!” This from the lady who didn’t know where the power button was a few months ago…

Enough ‘stuff’ tho that we have to spend the night…

Meh. Do what I gotta do.

Latest on Gretchen is that we’re waiting on the MRI Results. Tomorrow we have a teleconference with the Doc to figure out our next steps. Things look ok (considering the circumstances) and we’re just driving on. We greatly appreciate you all for all the support. I can’t do it without y’all as my sounding board.

Not sure if I’ll be able to poast tomorrow as we’ll be flat out… if not I’ll get back with you on Sunday.

More Later

Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Finishing up Don Shifts newest:

Rather Appropo is it not!?!

Seriously… so far, a good read, I’ll go in depth tomorrow.
Had a full day. Glorious People’s Tractor Factory Phone got knocked off the desk and broken by Bob-the-Cat. Screen shattered when it hit my 10kg weight. I got one of those kettleballs I curl at the desk to maintain -some- muscles…

Damned phone is trashed tho…

Hit just right to get totalled.

Otherwise, more tomorrow… early bed as I have a long day of Gretchen oriented Med-Stuff to deal with

Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
A nice day laboring for the People in that I got an on-the-spot $100.00 bonus for good work at Peoples Glorious Tractor Factory #206. One of the customers from the Proletariat gave a good review on the Goolag that mentioned me by name, which then equated to a $100.00 instant bonus.

Who knew?

Guess that new policy was announced during one of those meetings where you learn to sleep with your eyes open, and ignoring all the endless droning on of the Commissariat. Either way, this means that I’ll be ‘scalp hunting’ for a few more reviews as I can use the Rubles.

This being said, I took Gretchen out to dinner tonight.

Her new labs came back, and one of the other things noticed was exceptionally low iron. Like as in anemic. She’s suffered from that in the past, so one of the best ways to boost that is, of all things raw oysters.

Now myself, despite being brought up on an intense seafood diet, as I lived right there in a fishing ville on the North Atlantic, I personally can’t stand oysters on the half-shell. Fried? No ish. Cooked in -something- like a chowder? No ish. Raw like a hocked-up loogie/lunger on the shell? Hard pass.

Ah-yup. Can’t get past the whole ‘ice-cold booger’ thing

Now, we tried this this past weekend to get some oysters. Sapper took us out to dinner on his tab, which was pretty damned cool, as he recently got a promotion and raise at HIS job. Hence time to celebrate, as good news around here lately has been a mite sparse. When we got to said eatery, we were informed that they’d just run out of the snot-on-a-shell, and that Wednesday was when we’d be best assured to get a platter of them, as that was when the delivery came in fresh, and that “Wednesday was a slow night.”

My ass.

A 40 minute wait for the table.

Only to be told that they ran out of the snot-on-a-shell 10 fucking minutes earlier.

Cue “Oyster Rage”.

I was soooooo pissed off at the situation… now to be truthful, I was also having some –serious– low blood sugar anger… Hangry AF as you will… now I didn’t take it out on the poor girl… Not. Her. Fault. but as far as the situation? I was seeing fucking red.

I immediately ordered a double Beam, straight, no rocks with a Miller Lite Draft (no Tranny Fluid for me still… I’m doing my part… how about you?). Told her it was to calm myself down as I was really upset at the situation, and not her.

Not sure how she did it, but she managed to get a tray of a dozen for Gretchen. Methinks there were some ‘reserved’ trays for local VIPs or something… leastways when I was growing up on the seashore, that’s how we handled that sort of thing… put some aside (like lobsters and such) for the VIPs and fuck the proles and tourists.

Gretchen said I scared the poor thing half to death. It might have helped her with her motivation to get a tray for my beloved… either way, I made up for it with a $30 cash tip after making sure that she was going to get the tip-$$$ and not get fucked by the usual communist ‘share-and-share-alike’ tipping thing… as I myself too have been a victim of that scam. She was also a great worker/waitress. She deserved it after dealing with me tbh.

T’was a great night actually.

The fucking fish and chips is off the chain at this place. Forearm-length piece of North Atlantic Cod (for real, I can tell the difference if it was being faked) in a real Brit-Beer-Batter? And the fries/chips?

Wonderful… A+++, would Highly Recommend, 10 for 10.

The problem as I found out was that they’re exceptionally short staffed. That’s why the empty tables, but a 40 minute wait for a table, on a “not so busy night.” Seems that even offering higher than normal waitstaff wages, no one wants to work there. So, this leads me to believe either an exceptionally toxic work environment, or…….something else. Considering our waitress was pretty chipper and upbeat, and the staff working seemed happy despite the fact they were getting run ragged, I’d say there’s other issues at work here.

Your observations/thoughts?
Mine? I think that the subsidization of not working fucked up things horribly. Add on a $20 mandatory minimum for what’s not a rocket science job, and you got issues. Then add on the amount of ‘excess deaths’ from the Vaxx (but not the vaxx… not that!) and you’ve got a perfect storm brewing.

We’ll have to see as shit keeps ‘percolating’ as they say…

Now, other things that’ve –not– made the news:

The Krainian Head of the Gestapo, “Boris” Budanov came out and said that Alexei Navalny, the “Color Revolution Agent” in Russia that was imprisoned (quite righteously so) for treason in the Artic Circle Gulag, died of a blood clot.

Now this ain’t no opposition rag…
This’s the local news in the Krain.
Think “New York Slimes” of Kiev.

Link HERE

Now THAT IMO, throws a very large and ugly wrench in the Untied Staatz stories about the stories of “…the valiant opposition leader MURDRED most foully by VodkaManBad!!!!”

Yep… seems the fucker was 5x VAXXED to the MAXX!!!

Now why Budanov is doing this? Well, I have a suspicion that it has to do with those bio-labs and info the Krainians have.

Methinks that by publically calling out the story of Navalny being killed by a Vaxx-related injury, as opposed to a ‘murder-most-foul’ by VodkaManBad, this his way of saying “We have the dirt on ALL you fuckers, and if we don’t get more cash, we’ll let even MOAR damaging info out about the Vaxx and the whole shitshow you fucks did to your own people.”

I mean the vaxx AND the virus was developed somewhere
And considering we’re not really sure what the CIA was up to for the PAST TEN FUCKING YEARS OF SUBVERSIVE CHEM-BIO ACTIVITIES THERE, you might be able to understand my -hesitance- to believe anything our ILLEGITIAMATE Leviathan Corruptocrat DotGov has to say anymore.

Make of it what you will.

Last thing:

Couple of MORON smoothbrains tried to say that the pic of the first M1 Abrams smoked by the Rus was bullshit. Said-pic being this one here:

Something I failed to mention when I showed it before… If you can see the white-outlined rectangle above… I’ll outline it here in this pic:

That, my friends, tells me that that is one absolutely dead AF M1.

Reason? That right there in the red circle is one of two ‘blow out panels’ on an M1 series Tank. You can see them here on a pic of my own model of MY M1A1 I rode on in the Cav… and yes, I have a model of every. DotMil. Vehicle. I worked on/rode/drove from my time in service… makes for a nice display TBH:

Right behind the TC hatch… mine is missing the .50 as Spawn #1 ate it when he was a lil kid… Anyways, The concept is that those doors, IF the tank takes a bad enough hit, will keep the crew alive WHEN and IF the ammo on board starts cooking off… The vid is here:

The doors are held in place by about 16 short bolts on each, and have 2 shackle points to remove the doors IF they need to get to the ammo racks. The three circles are pressure vents that keep equalized pressure and humidity at a minimum in the ammo racks. The blown out tank above shows the white industrial strength adhesive they use to make sure water and other shit doesn’t leak down and into the ammo bustle. Seeing that white rectangle means the ammo storage blow out panels have blown… which means that the tank itself is dead… at the very least…

HOWEVER… the issue is that the MOST telling thing about that pic is that the smoke is NOT coming from the ammo racks… The smoke is coming out of the Tank Commanders Hatch, and the Loaders Hatch (circled):

That tells me that they most likely had the Ammo Access Door locked OPEN. The door, seen here (red circle):

…is a heavy motherfucker… about two inches thick on an M1 with the 120mm Main Gun… the one in the vid is the old 105mm main gun round FYI… thing is, it’s not designed to be ‘locked open.’

There IS a lil workaround “Joe” came up with. The door is activated by a knee-switch which activates the hydraulics to pop the door open. In this vid I poasted, it’s obviously an older model M1 as on our newer models, that Blast Retention Door moved like a motherfucker, and you could lose a finger/hand to crush damage if you weren’t cautious. The workaround was to have the door open, and then disconnect the circuit breaker keeping the door in the “open” position…

Good in training.
BAD in combat, as seen by the pic above.

That means the tank got hit bad enough that the on-board ammo blew the fuck up, and took out the doors, but because the smoke is coming from the interior that means the majority of the blast vented inside the fucking tank itself!!!!

“Hello, my name is Crispy, How do you do?”

Ain’t no one got out of that fucker IMO.
Post-Toasties Anyone?

And all the ‘other burning shit?’ in the pic… I’d say it’s the crews personal gear in the racks outside… not that they’re ever going to need any of it again…

Thoughts?
More Later
Big Country

Greetings!
Been down and out. Caught a bug going around again. Today was also especially stressful as Gretchen wrote down the wrong time for her appointment this A.M.

Cue My Rage-Face.

Primarily ‘cos she gets shitty with me when I pester her “Are you sure of the time? Have you double checked? Do me a favor and double check!” She gets AAAALLLL sorts of shitty with me, accusing me of treating her like a child.

There’s a REASON I do this.
It’s called a track record
And let me tell you, hers? When it comes to being on time?
It purely sucks

This -isn’t- the first time, hence why I fucking lost it this morning. On top of feeling shitty, being stressed the fuck out, and all the regular crap I have to deal with, NOW she goes and fucks up a critical appointment after I’ve been all over her to make. sure. you. get. the. time. right.

Every dood has his limits.

We’re good now, but at the time I went the fuck off. Like “Gunnery Sergeant Hartman” from ‘Full Metal Jacket’ off… “What is your major malfunction!?! Are you fucking retarded!?! What in the Name of Jesus H. Christ is wrong with you!?!” I mean I just fucking lost it man.

Surprisingly, she apologized.
Usually the female programming prevents her from admitting fault on anything ever. This time, I think it finally penetrated that female fragile ego that this’s real and actions, or in this case, lack-of-actions can have consequences.

So we managed to get another appointment tomorrow int he early A.M. which is good. Someone had cancelled, so now we’re going to take their slot… otherwise it might be 2-3 weeks before another slot opened up… Hell this appointment was by pure luck… which is why I was so absolutely pissed off.

Lots of people praying, donating, working hard to make sure she gets the shit she needs, and she pulls a “dumb blonde moment”? Yeah… that won’t be happening in the future… I made sure of that.

I’ll fucking kill her myself.

Anyways, not much happening out there except the Atlanta D.A. SweetBuns has now been exposed by another whistleblower that she (like ALLLLLL Soros D.A.s) is corrupt as fuck… not onlty that, but apparently she’s stupid. Like blaq-monkey-dumb. The new whistleblower has exposed the Biden Admin’s insider who’s been pulling SweetBuns strings…

Some of the reports state she’s stupider that Donkeychompers Occasional Cortex, but even I have trouble believing that anyone could be –that– stupid and still be breathing…

Got me a hunch she’ll be lucky IF they don’t decide to throw her under the bus… I mean now that the facts are coming out that we’ve sunk to “Banana Republic Levels” of corruption IN THE OPEN, -someone- is going to take that fall, and I’m sure the Jewish Guy witht he pale skin is not up for sacrifice…

A stupid Blaq?
Yeah, she’s toast.
And because she’s so stupid, she’ll take the fall, believing that they’ll “take care of her” and her SuperDick-ManLove. Me? I’d take a plea, throw EVERYONE out into the open, and let the chips land where they do.

Only other thing of note is that the Krainians now have 30 Abrams left out of 31.

Yesterday they sent in elements of the 47th Brigade, the Azov Nazis from my understanding, and the M1A1 got smoked outside of Berdychi. That’s located northwest of the now-conquered Avdiivka.

RUMINT is that they were sent in to try and relieve some pressure on that Stepove location, which is where the main line of retreat was… it used to be the Main Logistics Feeder into Avdiivka for Bodies, Bullets, Beans, and Boots. Now?

Nosomucho.

And as a final thing for tonight:

🚨BREAKING: Russian Counter-Terrorism Unit Thwarts Assassination Attempt on @TuckerCarlson.

A Moscow man was arrested for allegedly accepting payment from Ukrainian intelligence to plant an explosive on Tucker Carlson's vehicle, targeting the American journalist during his… pic.twitter.com/qpFyGVI85k

— KanekoaTheGreat (@KanekoaTheGreat) February 26, 2024

Seems Krainfeld doesn’t like anyone questioning his kokaine based klown show antics in the Krain. First Gonzalo Lira, then almost Tucker Carlson… but hey! Joe got that 7 foot tall Negress-Lezbo American Hating Niggerball player back, so they got that going for them!

We are so screwed.

More Later
Big Country

Good Evening Everyone!
Back again for another round of abuse here. Today was a ‘sleep in a bit’ kind of morning as the week, (per usual) was high stress. Noting I couldn’t handle. Now… today’s activities revolved around getting Gretchen a pedicure, and while she got her feetz done, I did the grocery shopping.

Publix has a pretty good ‘buy-one-get-one’ thing going, and IF it’s something I’ve wanted/been on the lookout for, I stock up. In this case, it was those Hormel “Compleats” meals in a dish things that I’ve been wanting.

BOGO for $2.99!!!!!
Now, I learned about these in Iraq of all places. The PX had them and they made for an occasional change from either the DFAC chow, or God Forbid, an MRE. They were out of my favorite, the Chikin and Dumplings, but I’ll be going back this week to see if they restock, ‘cos I have a use for these over and above the normal “heat and eat”.

Specifically home-made MREs if you want to refer to them as that. About a year, year and a half ago during a visit to MomUnit, she gave me one of them Vacuum Air Sealer machines, and a box of bags for it.

She told me she could never get it to work right, so if I wanted it, it was mine. Now back in the day, I had one of them when I was at Fort Campbell. I used to vacuum seal my socks, drawers, t-shirts.. you name it when I was going to the field.

Made everything waterproof, and squished it down oh-so-nicely to make more room in the Ruck for Pogie Bait. The one MomUnit gave me is older, and a bit beat on, as she’d just move it from pile-to-pile in her house… In fact it’s been sitting around -here- doing the same thing for time here at the Casa.

Until today.

I saw a video on YewToob on guys making “Dollar Store MREs” and was like “Huh… that’s a good idea!” and figured at some point, I’d remember to actually try it out. The launch was when Sapper pointed out that the “heat and eat” meats were BOGO.

Then, it was figuring out -what else- I wanted in the meals, without breaking the bank and food budget. The final meal came out looking like this:

1 Hormel Meal at $2.99 per.
1 2oz Homemade packet of Planters Honey Salted Peanuts $.56 per pack
1 Special K Breakfast Bar $.32 per
1 Nekot Fudge Sammich Grahams $.55 per (and they were an 8 pack w/a BOGO too)
1 Lil Bites Blueberry Muffin $1.15 per (5 per box, BOGO as well)
3 Welches Fruit Snacks $.63 for all 3… (Bought the BIG box of 66 for $13.99 which works out to $.21 per)
The Hydrate and EMNT Fruit drinks, $1, $.50 a throw.
1 Coffee and 1 Espresso were like $.26 for both, $.13 per with both boxes going an 8 pack for $1.05!
1 Box of Wooden Matches, $.12 per
The Napkins (about 6) are double use for face/shitpaper as needed, and is already on hand, so no real cost. I also included a quart sized ziplock baggie for the incidentals like coffee/drinks etc, and the plastic spoon I snatched at Mickey D’s. Moar Freebies.

In total, about $8.08 cents for a Meal and a Half.

Call it Breakfast and dinner, with snackies.

The creamer, sugar, tea and other coffee were leftovers from some of the BritRats I’ve had in the past. I got a LOT of that laying around. And in some of the meals I put together, I also threw in and used some unused MRE drink mixes, as well as BritRat and FrogRat drink mixes too.

I’m particularly proud of the peanuts.
The individual packets (10 packs per) were like $6.50. I got the 16oz (1 pound) can of Honey Roasted for $4.50. I then cut and made my own measured 2oz packs, and vacuum sealed them. I got 8 packs out of it.

And because I could make the sealer bag whatever size I wanted, I chose to make it about as long as the inside of the final MRE pack, so it could sit either on the side, or at the bottom, and take up minimal space. YMMV if you decide to play around with this sort of thing.

The Final Product looks Good IMO:

Packed and dated.

The Hormel is good til June of 2025. Little over a year and a half +/- . All the other stuff is pretty much shelf stable and/or good forever, like the drink mixes. I’ve seen Steve at Steve1989MREinfo drink powders OJ from like 1944 on his YouTube Channel. I recommend his channel… he’s so laid back and chill, and finds some outrageously old MREs and MilRats to show and eat there…

It weights in (on average) as One Pound, One Ounce. It measures at about 11 inches by 11 inches, but is only as thick as the Hormel meal, which is about 1.75 inches. A bit bigger and bulkier than an MRE but hey… This isn’t a combat ration per se… more like a “Refugee Ration” or a “Grab and Go” Rat.

My next ones are going to be tuned a bit finer as well.

I realized since I’m making these for me, for use by Me, Myself and I, as well as Sapper and Gretchen, then a need to add some extras. One of which is going to be 4 tabs of 800mg Tylenol. God knows back int he day in the Infantry I think I would have killed to have some Tylenol to wash down with lunch, just for the regular aches and pains that one has… then another add on, that won’t take up too much space is a 5 or 8 hour Energy Drink

I mean why not?
I added the Instant Espresso specifically to ‘bump up’ and supercharge the instant coffee. Later in the day, something like this might be a lifesaver right?

One can add whatever one thinks you’d need. Tylenol, Naproxen, basic pain relievers… some energy boosters… things of that nature. Hell, some allergy meds or sinus stuff.

Also, sourcing the Machine: Gretchen is a BIG TIME penny pincher. One of her favorite things to do when we were dating, no shit, is dumpster diving at Retail Outlets. And believe it or not, she’s good at it. One time we went out, and hit a large-ish strip mall. We found, no shit, two complete Point Of Sale Computers… Dell Optiplexs no less. Seems that the Mattress Firm at that location had gone out of business, and Gretchen timed it that we were there the night of the ‘final night’. Wouldn’t you know it, we found the computers, intact, with monitors in their dumpster!!!!

The printer was there too, but it didn’t survive the trip to the trash. It was pretty thrashed. But the PCs? After I wiped and reformatted them, and reloaded a new OS? One we gave to a friend of ours who’s kid needed a PC for school, but couldn’t afford one (single Mom of 4) and the other is in the Kitchen still plugging away as the Kitchen PC.

Back to sourcing… sorry for the digression. One of Gretchen’s favorite places to go is the Goodwill. Now, keep in mind, the Goodwill needs to be in a good location. Going to the local “Hoodrat” Goodwill, you ain’t finding shit. HOWEVER: The Goodwill off of say, Kiawah Island in South Carolina? Yeeeeah… that’s where I found a new-in-the-box Keurig Latest Full Sized Coffeemaker for a no shit $10. That was on the last visit to MomUnit… (a very profitable visit now that I look at it). The other Goodwill we hit occasionally is in The Villages where Gretchen’s ‘rents live. Think “Rich Towns Full of Old Folks”.

There’s metaphoric Gold in those Goodwills. Mostly because someone dies, and they just clean the house out to Goodwill, and be done with it. Lots of very expensive shit to be found there for very little $$$.

So, might go over some poly-ticks tomorrow, as I’m just overwhelmed by The Stupid, and that it’s not going to change. There’s no voating our way out of this, and the other choices aren’t that good, hence why I’m moving forward with my own personal preps.

Got MREs and Ammo?
More Later
Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Time flies… both literally and figuratively. Gran #1 is now six!!! Like… I remember -just- meeting her so to speak when she was in ‘potato mode’. That’s what I call babies in the first 6-9 months… food in, poop out, not much movement… the very embodiment of a couch potato… ergo ‘potato mode’

Yeah…

This’s her from around the time of our first meeting…

She was soooo cute!
And she’s only gotten (impossibly) cuter. And no longer a potato, not by far as you regulars here know… She’s a fucking handful to say the least.

Point to this exercise is I went and checked my original blog from 2008, when I started writing about my adventures in ‘Iraqi Babysitting’ so to speak… Going back, it seems that I did a writeup on February 27th of 2009. 15 years ago… Let me throw it at you, and I’ll say, if anything, things are worse… just like my attitude.

“FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 2009

It’s been how long?

Wow…. Time flies when you’re working your ass off, day after day, slaving for “The Man” and not having any down time…. Yep the IR here with not so much for the scene in The Baghdad Cafe, formerly known as the Saddam-A-Go-Go. The only thing I’ve been doing is ‘ye olde nose to ye olde grindstone.’

Seems that “The Big Boss Man” came to town… and I’m burned out for it… Yeah… The Corporate Head honcho showed up and I’m better for it in many respects, especially since he’s carried the Corporate Checkcard and Pimp-Roll-O-Cash to smooth out the purchases and such that I’ve been screaming about over the past few months, it’s helped me with my job SIGNIFICANTLY.

My biggest issue though is there’s hardly any ‘skate time’ Not when the guy who’s in the “make or break” side of your career is sitting right behind you for 12 hours out of the day. Considering the poor bastard is working AS much if not more, then I’d be amazed… He sits and works with us all day long and then he still has to go home and be joined to the computer, as the States are like 8 hours behind us…. meaning when the Corporate Pinheads schedule a 4pm Eastern Standard teleconference, we have to be up at like midnight here… AFTER having already done a fucking 12 hour shift… But it’s the reason I haven’t had too much commentary to throw out there as of late. I’ve been flat the fuck out busy busy and to the point I haven’t updated anything, to include facebook, myspace or any of the other bits of entertainment you loyal readers follow me and the Not So Much Lately Adventures of the Intrepid Reporter.

But, as of late, Baghdad is quiet. The changeover between 4th Infantry Division and 1st Cavalry Division is pretty much over with now. Yep… leave it to me to be ‘back with the Cav’ again like I was in 04-05. I just can’t seem to escape 1st Cavalry Division… it’s like a reoccurring cold, or actually, considering how the Cav annoys me, I’d say it’s more like having a case of herpes… flares up and annoys the shit out of you at the most inopportune times… I mean it was being in the Cav that got me hurt many many moons ago, and it was the Cav that screwed me over every time I turned around during my Med Board, and then, in 04, it was the Cav that abandoned me, Lil Country, and the rest of the CACI folks when they ‘pulled the line of battle’ back during a particularly hairy week, leaving us as “Fresh Meat” for the Dirty Haj if they felt so inclined. The Cav… as I say of the patch

“The Horse Never Ridden, The Line Never Crossed, and the Color Right Down The Back.”

That about sums up 1st Cav… and I’ve EARNED the right to bag on that unit… Having spent 4 years and all the shit I went through, I have DEFINATELY BT-DT-GTTS.

But yeah. Baghdad is quiet. Mosul now? Not so much. Reports filtering down through various ‘shall remain unnamed’ sources have filled the IR up with all sorts of tales… Seems that the Surge that the Media loved to lambast but now keep their mouths shut about worked in that the US Army, combined with a newly re-energized Iraqi Military, succeeded in driving the majority of terrorists and babyrapers right out of the Capital. They headed North into Kurd Kountry… Sunni Central from my understanding of it. We’ve taken some casualties (another thing you WON’T hear from the media as trumpeting casualties lays it on the Obamamessiahs Lap rather than George “I’m Outta Here” Bush.) but we’re still winning.

Which brings me to my point of an earlier post. I didn’t get ANY responses about beating on the reporters or such ideas. I mean “Beat The Press” is such a cute bit of wordplay, and the idea of taking some of these neo-socialist fucking hacks and feeling the impact of my “mighty right fist o’ death” on one of their smarmy, mewling, puking, plastic-enhanced grills, and having the satisfaction of watching caps and teeth fly like so many chicklets from a goalies’ mouth…. Damn… I need a cigarette… That would be OH so nice. To see Dan Rather get stomped (even though just pushing him over or hiding his dentures would be good enough) while singing the R.E.M song for all of his inordinate Anti-American Tirades… to see all of them Tarred and Feathered properly. Properly in that the tar is heated to such a degree that said victim(s) would usually die from the 2nd and 3rd degree burns even before all the feathers could be properly applied.

I’m now OFFICIALLY on the “Anti-Press Bandwagon.” The country is broke, broken and we’ve got nothing to show for it than a neophyte president who’s wholly incapable of stringing a coherent thought into a concerted sentence without the use of a teleprompter who was elected more by a festering neo-liberal bunch of malcontents who, rather than actually do their jobs, were content to be Democratic Cheerleaders and get a man elected who, in reality, scares the ever loving shit out of me. Me? I’d prefer if The Hillaroid had gotten in… better the “Socialist Demon You Know” than the “Closet Muslim Neo-Fascist You Don’t.” The Press succeeded in swinging the vote, and is now complicit in hiding the ABYSSAMAL job that their chosen one is doing.

4 Trillion dollars.

4 with 12 zeros.

4,000,000,000,000.00

God Help us. I’m barely making ends meet working my ass off for the “Imperial Federal Government” and I’ll be lucky if they don’t chop the ‘tax free’ duckets off of my tax return. It’s like the ONLY reason I stay here. Tax free is the ONLY reason, and making 100K a year helps too. No such thing as that in the states now eh?

BTW: One last note: My mailing addy has changed to

“My Name”
MNCI-C6
APO AE 09342
DSN 485-5981

The DSN Number on the bottom helps the mailroom folks to call me when the stuff shows up. Please feel free to mail me anything and everything. My “other mother” Susan sent some of the most KILLER chocolate chip cookies, which actually made it here inside of 5 days of her mailing them… My thanks for those… they rocked!!!! Any booze drugs or anything else… well, I’m NOT supposed to get them, but at this point, any and all donations are gratefully received. Seeings that I’ll be home in the end of the month, (R&R Baby YEAH!!!) I’m really looking forward to it.

OH One more thing. Let me know if anyone wants a job over here… working with me. I’m literally hiring another Logistician, so send me them resumes to all who are interested. Until then, I remain, the Intrepid Reporter.”

WOW!!!

Re-Reading that 15 years later…
What a stone cold trip that is…
And apparently the Traumatic Brain Injuries hadn’t happened yet ‘cos man, talk about a loquacious motherfucker… did I swallow a thesaurus or something!?! Seriously… I kid, I kid… Back then I had time to think about my subject matter and what I was going to write… Literally I got off of work, went back to my hootch, started drinking and writing… I usually had 9-10 hours of uninterrupted creative time. That’s why the writing has a certain flair and better descriptive aspects… time allows one to properly ‘think’ on things…

Whereas the day-to-day wearisome grind of a once a day Blogpoast can cause a certain amount of decline in the qualitative side of things… for that you have my apologies. That also being said though, I love interacting with y’all on the daily. Comments and feedback and whatnot are, as for many writers “The Staff of Life”. I think I get the whole ‘writer’ thing from DeadDad. He had two unpublished novels that he oh so badly wanted to get into print. Sadly they never made it.

Mind you his academic publishing was through the roof… Hundreds of serious articles and in hundreds of languages.

That however didn’t scratch the “I want to be published” itch.

Whereas MY itch? As cheesy as it sounds, the Charlie Mike Comix that I worked on with Mark Baker? -I- wrote the storylines on the two books I was published in… and assisted with some of the illustrations in that I provided Mark the pics from Arifjan for the Halloween story… How in the fuck that crazy Airborne motherfucker got his MAD skillz to translate my pictures into a hyper-real illustration? No clue, but hey…
I GOT PUBLISHED!!!!
Comic book-story writer?
Absolutely.
But published is published.
So I hope you enjoyed the walk down yesteryear in Iraq… not much has changed… especially my utter hatred and distain for the “5th Estate” AKA the Ministries of Lies and Propaganda. I pray there’s a special corner of Hell reserved for them.

“The Song Remains The Same”
A fitting end Aye?
So More Later
Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Maaan… I got whatever head-bug has been floating around as of late. NOT feeling the love. Spent almost a full day in the rack, weak as a kitten and tired.

Although I’m feeling much better… I broke into Gretchen’s alternative meds, i.e. the Vitamin C sooper-concentrate and dumped a megadose of that into me. I figured what the hell.

And it seemed to have worked. Two days later and I feel a lot better and am on the recovering side of things. Lots of other bloggers have been reporting in various A.O.s that they too are seeing a bitch of a flu going around… Dio up in ye yonder hills, and Arthur Sido in Amish Country… plus a few others… I think Francis Poretto even is down and out…

OTOH Gretchen’s labs came back… her Vitamin D count is low, which is to be expected in the Winter. However, I find it odd as I’ve been supplementing her for 3 weeks BEFORE the panel, so not sure what to make of that.

Other than you know, the whole CANCER Diagnosis, she’s in pretty good shape.

Oh, and yet again (and I’m figuring it’ll happen to this one too) the page(s) that I get the ‘warning/demonetization’ hits on have ALL mentioned badthink (alternative medicine) and hatethought (calling it like -I- see it) pages.

Meh

To me, it tells me just how worried they really are.

As the meme goes “It’s Afraid“

Seeings that I’m just a lone asshole screaming off into the intarwhebz man. Nothin’ special about me except for my propensity to telling some funny assed stories from the past, and some prognostication that thus far has been about as successful as your average Vaudevillian. It is, as Bugs would say, to laugh.

Only recent personal piss-me-off was whomever the Moderator(s) is/are over at Gab, namely the “Super Seekrit Flammenwerfer Club” page and the “Guns of Gab” page threw me out, and blocked me from trying to rejoin. A shitty, petty thing IMO. Especially in light that as far as I know, –I’m– the O.G. Flammenwerfer guy out there… That happened a few weeks ago… The “Guns of Gab” ‘dump and ban’ happened just a day or two ago… just after I poasted about the Manville MM-1 26.5mm Grenade Launcher that WiscoDave and I had discussed both via email, and in the comments.

When I went back to check, I’d been ‘dumped and banned’
Like I said “Meh”
My bitch? At least tell me why you did it. Don’t be a fucking cunt and hide because you lack the sack to stand up and tell me (even as a ‘keyboard warrior’) to go and fuck myself.

I fucking hate petty shit like that.
It’s how a split would act.

Anywho…
Without going into too much detail about World Events, Russia is still winning. The Krainians got lucky, but are still losing, and “World Ends at 11:00, Putin is still Hitler, OrangeManBad again and film at….?”
Yeah………….

Add on “Judicial Corruption” at oh so many levels!!!!
As they said in “Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome”
” ‘Member THIS???”

For those of you who don’t know

THAT is the mugshot of the Corrupt-o-crat Juvenile Judge that fucked us out of the custody of our Granbaby #2 Adriana… The mugshot was taken for his, at last count 3 felonies, and 2 misdemeanors. ALL in dealing with Forgery, Bribery, and general scumbaggery. The piece of shit is named Daniel G. Boyd. He’s a product of his shit-family. His Great Grandaddy was a Judge, and his Daddy was a Judge, and I’m sure the whole fucking clan is as corrupt and bent as a fucking blackthorn root. That being the root an Irish favorite, the shillelagh club, is made out of…

I’d like to take a fucking shillelagh to that fuckers finger joints, hands, feet and toes, ankles, elbows, knees, shoulder sockets, and then just leave him to suffer. Crippled and fucked over… just like he did to our Gran. Because fuck that guy…

Why he hasn’t been disbarred is only an indication of just how utterly fucked a situation like this is. A KNOWN piece of shit, who had other corruption charges and suspensions of his law license and the fucker is still walking around free!?!

Yep.
Two Tiered Justice… even in Hillybilly East Tennessee.

So color me not surprised to hear that the OrangeManBad persecutor, the negress “LoveBuns” and her co-conspirator “SexMachine” are dirty as fuck as well… the testimony there was a shit show, and come to find out, the Judge in that case? Yeah, seems he’s a supporter of “LoveBuns” and had donated and pushed to get her (s)elected.

Tell you what’s missing here from the discussion:

The media continually hiding and covering up any and ALL blaq peccadillos. No matter HOW BIG the crime… no matter HOW SMALL the crime… be it petite larceny, a minor rape, a murder or five? ALL are forgiven and covered up by today’s Ministries of Propaganda and Lies. And because of this, we’re seeing a major increase in blaq crime or ALL flavors…

Be it murder, rape… you name the crime on the violent side commited by blaqs, and it’s increasing exponentially. Add on the increase in what’s called ‘white collar crime’ like the bullshit “LoveBuns” and “SexMachine” have done?

They’re fucking emboldened

Because of the inability of ANY of the Organs of the various Ministries of Lies and Propaganda to call a spade a spade, or in this case a criminal nigger a criminal, period fucking dot point blank, they (the blaqs) feel that the ‘magic blaq skin color’ means an automatic pass/get out of jail free card for them. They (the two fucktards in question) are not afraid especially in light of the fact that the Judge on the case is a fucking supporter of “LoveBuns“!!! That in itself should have been known or at least ADMITTED to by the Judge at the beginning of this farce of a trial in order to self-disqualify himself…

But seeings how he didn’t … That right there tells me the ‘fix’ was in at the very fucking start of that whole fucking sham.

This will not end well…
ALL of them fuckers should get hung…

And one side note:
She AND her Dad on the stand said that she paid “SexMachine” back $30k or moar!!! with “…money she just had laying around the house…” because “…most blaq folks don’t trust banks.” Well, to me, I’d say that her house just got moved up on the local crime syndicate’s radar… God Knows -I’d- risk a B&E if I knew there was potentially $30,000.00 or moar in cash laying around that dizzy whores house…

Jes’ Sayin’

Considering that the majority of them (da blaq folks, to include “LoveBuns” and “SexMachine”) ain’t fucking rocket scientists, despite the claims by the various DotGov run Ministries of Propaganda and Lies, they, da blaqs in this case, keep thinking that “Yas! Weez gonna keep doing whut we be doin’, and Lording it ova Da Man! Weez be untouchable and Kangz and Shee-it!”

Until they can’t…

THEN it might get ugly

Case in point.
Today I was going through the Publix Parking Lot. Not in a rush, not really worried. Two people, one an elderly White Lady, the other a 20+/- something blaq chick, waiting to cross the road/lane in front of me. No joke, I stopped (it’s the law in FL to stop at a crosswalk) and Nice old White Lady, waved at me, smiled and moved out with a purpose.

Shaniqua? Not so fucking mucho.

She had her phone already out. She looked directly at me, and simply c-r-a-w-l-e-d at the slooooowest pace possible to cross the intersection/crosswalk, and even had the temerity to stop in the middle of the crosswalk for like 5 seconds, while occasionally glaring at me.

Took a serious amount of chanting the “I don’t want to go to Jail I don’t want to go to Jail I don’t want to go to Jail I don’t want to go to Jail” mantra to not get out of the car, and pistol whip that arrogant racist cunt a couple of times for good measure.

Which after the fact made me pause

Might be the reason they keep acting that way.

No one has made it painful for them to understand that that’s not acceptable behavior from a supposed civilized human being… I mean when you’re dealing with animals, a certain amount of ‘negative stimulus’ can work wonders…

Makes you think…

Problem is in our current political climate, ain’t shit changing until the shooting starts… which I figure is about August IMO. Just a feeling, no intel, but it’d make sense as they cannot allow the Corpse-in-Chief….errr… Cheat maybe? To actually run… they’re going to need to have something radical and stupid happen to suspend the (s)elections. August is good riot weather… so that’s why I chose it… close enough to the November timeframe, and enough for them to get their ‘footsoldiers’ out and doing stupid shit. That’s my current take at least…

Your Thoughts?

So an Update to the GiveSendGo: we broke $16,000.00 for the fundraiser. It’s helped out already, in that the ‘out of pocket’ appointment costs are retarded due to “ObamamessiahCare” and the ‘alternative’ treatments, especially the MAF (macrophage activation factor) from Japan are OMG pricey. God knows I’m seriously praying she doesn’t lose her hair…

Filed under “Things I Never Knew” but a good wig!?! Holy. Fucking. Hells. Batman. I didn’t pay that much for my first fucking car man!!! Whew… either way the Next Step is to finish off the tests, and see the Doc up round North of Here. I’ll keep you all updated, and again, Gretchen and I send our Love and Thanks for the support.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!|
Another fun-filled day of medical appointments as I mentioned before. Gretchen had about a quart taken, and even then she still has moar that she’s got to get done in the next day or three.

Because of that I literally haven’t been near a computer today.

So, call it a memefestivus.
Most of which are rather fresh. Some may be repeats, but all IMO are offensive and funny, which is all we can ask for these days.

So, off to the races:

If you can’t read it, the bottom says “Bad Neighborsa Make Good Fences” I LOL’d on that one…

Annnd on that note…
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Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Man, talk about a bit of a waste today. Could NOT get out of the house -at all-. Got a list as long as my arm that needs to be done, but man, Z.E.R.O. motivation and energy. Hardly got anything really done. I suppose it’s normal after the past month or so. So, no energy?

That meant not doing any elaborate cooking tonight.

Instead, I opted for “breakfast for dinner”

3 Sunny Side, bacon, a hash brown and a short stack.
Plus a slice of Publix Mountain Bread which is like the best when used with the yolk on the eggs.

And no, this wasn’t elaborate by my standards. The hash browns went into my commercial deep fryer, the bacon in the air fryer set to “grill” and the pancakes were a organic pre-made set that only needed to be microwaved/put in the toaster oven. To make the three of us, it only took me about 15 minutes. The bacon was the thing that needed the longest time. The hash browns (once the oil was heated) only took 2 minutes to get done, 3 if you want it ‘well done’ all the way through and crunchy.

Having the right tools for the job also helps significantly. After the X bailed, she looted the entirety of the kitchen/cooking equipment. I suppose it was her right as back then -she- did all the cooking, so when it was time to get replacements, I didn’t skimp at all. Hence the commercial grade (albeit mini) deep fryer. THAT thing above all is responsible for many awesome meals. Best snack is the mozzarella sticks…

I know, not healthy
However, 3 minutes in the oil and them suckers are as good, if not better than restaurant quality. And for like a quarter of the price no less.

Another thing I didn’t skimp on was knives.
For whatever reason, the X? Despite being a really good cook, she used the shittiest, dullest knives in the fucking world. Like ‘cain’t cut sheeeit’ knives. I used to try to keep them sharp, and she’d occasionally use a steel on them, but sharp-sharp? No idea if that’s ‘female thing’ too, as Gretchen uses ‘any old thing’ to cut ‘stuff’ up with…

Me?

Shun baby, Shun allll the day long… Primo Japanese kitchen knives… In fact that was one of several ‘crimes’ that DC did when she was living here… she chipped one of my Shun meat carving kitchen knives (third from the left). Not severely, but a chip is a chip, and on a $400 blade? She’s lucky I discovered it -after- we’d thrown her ass out, or I probably would have sunk it into her fucking retarded skull.

It’s almost been ‘sharpened out’ now… as in I keep the knives sharp, and make sure it’s done on the regular, so slowly, but surely, it’ll eventually be gone.

As to what I use to sharpen the blades?

Well… I have a multiplicity of tools. One is Ye Olde Standard whetstone. One of the things DeadDad -did- teach me was how to properly use a whetstone. That’s a skill ALL men should pass on to their kids (provided their kids are willing to learn). Mine is a Double sided, 1000 grit on one side, 6000 on the other for finishing.

I also have an Mueller electric sharpener which is ok… it’s good for fast and rough work. Mostly use that as a ‘starter’ for some of the blades, and the whetstone as a finisher.

One of the nice things is there’s a trap door under it that catches all the itty-bitty metal shavings and flakes. It allows you to clean it out so it doesn’t get gunked up and nasty.
Link to it is HERE

But there’s one last one that I absolutely love, and that’s the Warthog VSharp Classic V2:

They run about $100 and up, but Oh my Lord.
Link HERE
Now the link is the closest to what I have on the Zon… Guess mine isn’t in stock on their site, as I tried like hell to find it. It also could be that mine is an older version, as I’ve had mine quite a number of years… I checked their main website and mine is an older model… the sticker is different now on them too… guess YMMV

So, where was I? Oh yeah…
THIS thing leaves a crazy sharp edge on your knives.
It’s got 3 different cutting degree angles you can mount the diamond sharpeners/honing steels on, and it’s also spring loaded. To change from ‘course’ to ‘fine’ it has a little tool that stores in the bottom under the rubber cover. I suppose you could use any old thing like a pair of small pliers or a Leatherman, but they -do- give you something… anywho… you pry off and flip the bar over. One side, like I said, is fine and the other course. You can tell by feel which is which. They also have a lil red paint droplet that tells you which end is up, because you -do- have to reinstall them properly or you might screw up your blade.

10-15 strokes on the course side, then 5-10 on fine and you get scalpel like sharpness IMO.

It took me a while to get use to how to use it, but once I figured it out? Oh yeah. Best sharpener that I’ve had in a long time. It’s not really designed to be used on combat knives and/or bayonets. I know ‘cos I tried. That being said it’s a superior kitchen knife sharpener.

I also have a couple of those lil Lansky pocket sharpeners too:

That one has the very useful serrated sharpeners in them… One is a diamond ‘rod’ that folds inside (the gray tubular thing above) and the white ceramic ‘finisher’, as well as the standard rough carbide teeth, and ceramic finisher teeth. I guess it’s now called the “Blademedic” which is a catchy name…
Link for it is HERE

And for clarity, IF you use any of those links, I get a ‘taste’ from the sale… probably a whole whopping 25 cents, but hey, $$$ is $$$ and Gretchen’s gonna need a new set of hooties.

Those pocket sharpeners, well I have like 6 of them, spread all over my gear and the kitchen. I use them for quickie touch ups when I’m cutting… if the knife feels like it’s tugging while I’m like butterflying a chicken breast or something, I’ll grab out the Lansky and hit the blade with the ceramic real quick to touch it up. Works really well too. And dishwasher safe that I can tell…

I like keep my blades so sharp Sapper refers to them as “my lightsaber collection” as they’re able to pretty much cut through everything without a hassle. DeadDad was almost religious in keeping his kitchen knives sharp. One of his blades, a Chicago Cutlery long utility knife was sharpened so much that the blade was worn waaaaaay the hell down to damned near a nub. I like to think that is at least one family tradition I keep alive…

Otherwise, tomorrow we have to get the shit done we didn’t get done today, as well as some ‘extra missions’ that’re health related. Gretchen is going to be a pincushion by the end of the day… like what? 6-8 different types of blood draws? And it’s like onsies-twosies… one or two here, one or two there…

You’d think we could get them all done simultaneously right?

Or as Beavis and Butthead once talked about, “…slash open your hand, and just bleed into a bucket or somethin’ heh heh…”

So that’s the activities on the schedule.

I do have another DotMil type of poast I’m working on that may or may not be of interest or use, but it’s part of your ‘area studies’ that everyone should be performing. It’ll be ready hopefully by Friday, if not Saturday, as we got a lot of stuff now that crops up unexpectedly.

I appreciate y’all for stopping by.
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Big Country

h/t WiscoDave for that one
And thanks also for the link to the MM-1 itself dude!

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Not gonna lie, tired AF from today. Spent it with the Gran#1, the Nookular Red Head delivering her oh so late Birfday Gifties. As you may recall, her Birfday was a while back. Problem was that for reasons that escape Ye Olde Memorybanks right now, the BIG gifts (x2) didn’t get here on time. Sapper’s gift was also running late, and then ‘other things’ like the cancer diagnosis threw everything out of whack, so this was the first chance to see her and ‘give up the goods’.

I did a last minute edition from the Zon which she went completely nuts for:

“Some assembly required, batteries not included”

Heh. (almost an hour and half to put them together)

Yet again an understatement like you read about. I’ll be the first one to say though, for $25 she absolutely adored them. Even both Gretchen and other GranMom were digging them… guess it’s a chick thing… push a button, the wings light up and flap, and it plays some sort of I dunno? Fairy Music or whatnot? Either way she was in Heaven, and that is what it’s all about.

The biggest pain in the ass was having to thread the LED light wire ALL around the damned thing… but one I got it done, well… the look on her face made it all worth it.

And then, well, I ignored the Ministry of Lies and Propaganda today. Only thing that I did check out was the Twitter feed that WiscoDave sent me this A.M. about that dead CIA Operative Navalny… seems that the “usual suspects” of the various Ministries tried to make it sound like a small memorial in Moscow was packed with people AND the “Putin Double-Secret Police” who were there to ‘clamp down on the pro-democracy protestors and Navalny supporters… a “”huge security presence in Moscow” as they called it…
HOWEVER

Western Media tells you there's a "huge security presence in Moscow" as people place flowers for Navalny? @maxseddon @AP @rte @BBC @CNN all seem to think its a "Revolutionary act" to place flowers here?

Well, I am actually here, there are 4 police officers, and 13 people. pic.twitter.com/pguu1bQE2U

— Chay Bowes (@BowesChay) February 17, 2024

4 Cops, 13 People
Sounds massive AF to me…
What say you?

And then they wonder why we no longer listen to them, ignore them, and ridicule them. Some dude over on Reddit the other day on the r/IHateMyJob (I think that’s the name of the group) did a post of how he’s a reporter for a “Big-name New York Newspaper that used to be important.” Seems that now, at social gathering with new people, when he introduces himself, he tells them that he’s self-employed… that even among the “cloud people” in New York Fucking City consider reporters to be right up there with pedophiles and practitioners of bestiality.

As Alf would say “HA!”

Serves the fucker right. Learn to code asshole. Die in a fire preferably. Those assholes are the main reason we’re on a slow ride to Hell. THEY were supposed to be the ones who informed US IF things went sideways so “We The People” could try to ‘adjust things’ to keep everything from going off the rails…

Instead? Well we got what we got, mainly because we didn’t start tar and feathering motherfuckers, never mind hanging them or rolling out “Madame Guillotine”, which at this point they are ALL so richly deserving of. And more if I had my way…

Jes’ Sayin’

So… about the title… been saving this…

Looks like your basic #2 Pencil:

Fairly innocuous right?
That being said, In Reality:

Yep…
It’s made out of G10, a high density fiberglass composite/laminate. It’s practically unbreakable. Sapper got a pair for us at Christmas as a stocking stuffer… Gotta love a fren like that amiright? I’m sure that carrying it is questionable at best, downright illegal at worst. However, that being taken into consideration, as they say I’d rather be “Judged by 12 than carried by 6” in a situation that causes me to need a close-in weapon.

Given that?
It’s still cool as fuck: (go to 2:06)

Plus, you want to talk about camouflaged?
Yeah, no one would realize what you’re carrying.

Ok… now one last thing.
On the way to see the Red Head, we stopped for guzzolean per usual. What I found unusual was the stickers on the pump… on ALL the pumps actually:

Besides the extortionist level of the price, they were out of 89 and 93 octane. Outside of some strange times, and the late 70s, I’ve NEVER seen a BIG station like Racetrack being completely out of two ‘flavors’ of fuel. I asked Sapper about it when I got home, as he works in the industry, and he told me he hasn’t heard anything yet… however, that could change rather quickly… makes me wonder what’s going on?

Y’all seen anything ’round your way? Let me know

Add on the Truckers theoretically not delivering ‘stuff’ to NYFC, and well, that IF they actually do manage to, you know, really not deliver anything to NYFC, well that’d be hilarious!

I mean Grocery Stores here in the ‘Burbs only have 3-4 days worth of ‘stuff’ at any given moment. In New York? Probably far less as they don’t have BIG stores like we do in the ‘Burbs, AND storage space and whatnot must cost a metric fuckload… which means, Nope, they don’t have a lot of leeway, vis-a-vis the JIT (Just In Time) Deliveries and whatnot…

IF and only IF the Truckers ACTUALLY do manage to pull this off, my Bingo Card for March is “Cannibal Niggers Eating Whitey” by the end of the month…

That or the Exodus of them all to New Jersey, which in itself promises to be a “grab the popcorn” moment…

And as a final wrap up for tonight, Gretchen is looking at starting treatment the third week of March. We’re keeping our fingers crossed and praying hard that everything works out… the lack of sleep and stress levels on both of us has been tremendous. TBH, I just want things to be mellow FFS… it’s like I can’t catch a break… although my Best Friend of 40+ years told me that when everything is over and done with, he wants to take Gretchen, me and himself on a Vacation, on his dime. Not sure if it’ll happen, but it -is- nice to have something positive to possibly look forward to… Again, our thanks to ALL y’all for your support.

So More Later
Big Country