Greetings and Saluatations Where to begin? So, last Thursday I find Gretchen bleeding out from ‘something;’ that was unexpected, nor welcome. This was from an area that I’d rather not get into, but no, t’wasn’t the lady bits.
To give you an idea, I’ve seen a bit of Hemorrhoidal bleeding before, and trust me, this wasn’t it. TBH perfectly honest, I haven’t seen anything like that out of some arterial bleeding that I had to put a tourniquet on said-guy when he took a hit to the leg in Iraq.
Yeah THAT fucking bad. Freaked my ass out.
So know you know the ‘where’ of it.
The problem?
The WHY of it.
Of course immediately after said literal bloody shit-show, I packed her off to the literal BRAND NEW hospital that’s within spitting distance of Ye Olde Casa. Because when I say new, I mean “new-new”… like only opened officially like a few weeks ago… a 13 million dollar full service hospital that, from what I can tell, no one realizes is in full-on operation. This is a thing of goodness as when we got there, the Emergency Room was literally empty, they triaged her, and immediately admitted her, and started working on her.
Hence my extended absence.
But wait, there’s MOAR! This’s an aside:
During this entire fucking nightmare, I didn’t tell you guys, but DumbCunt is back… I got, if you will, “Machiavelli’d” to use it as a descriptive adjective. DC had been made homeless… I heard somewhere about it, however, her life means less to me than the Red Hot Chili-Pupper or Stella the Sausage Queen’s freshly deposited steaming loafs on the lawn in the AM.
Quite literally, I don’t give a fuck.
HOWEVER
The in-laws, on finding out that DC was again homeless/jobless/worthless saw this as a prime opportunity to stay out of the home, and sent her a bus ticket to get here. The idea being that she can become their caretaker, and try and redeem herself…
Lots of fucking luck there folks amiright?
Either way, it was ALL done behind my back SO yeah… I’m over it. Told ’em that when not if it all blows up I’m not fucking helping.
Part of the reason the in-laws did this (besides trying to stay out of the home, which at the time I was fully ready to commit to having them involuntarily committed so to speak… there’s been a ton of issues of which I have NOT spoken of to y’all) is that DC IS their only grand…
Soooooo…. literally while Gretchen is in Intensive Care, we got DC en-route Via Greyhound.
I sure picked a bad weekend to stop sniffin’ glue….
Long(er) story short is there is something potentially Cancer-Level shytte is happening with Gretchen. Doc Samizdat is on the case, as well as some other(s), however, Moffit here does not take her insurance, and we don’t have time to fuck around again. As they say in that flick: “…just when you though it was safe…”
Dammit.
Now… I got Gretchen back on Sunday… This was a good thing… it was early morning when I picked her up… to which she turns right around and bails. However, that was also my 55th Birfday. AND it turned out that was ALSO the day DC showed up to the Great State of Florida. Hence her bailing on me for the cunt.
As I am who I am, and since I was told “This’s the way it is” Gretchen went to get DC and deliver her to the in-laws Area of Operations…
And as you ALL know, nothing in my life could be that easy.
DC showed up with a temp of 103.9, sick AF and Gretchen had to take her to the hospital, where she’s currently in the intensive care ward as her homeless living left her ALLLLL sorts of fucked up.
I literally spent my entire 55th birfday by myself Yay Me. Meh… it’s only a day. I did however get my birfday gift that I got myself, of which y’all WILL be seeing:
A Royal Tiger Imports Short Magazine Lee-Enfield Mod1 Mark 3 or SMLE. It was $99 and is missing the bolt and mag, and in rough shape, but not so much as to be irretrievable. The bore and rifling are great that I can tell.
The wood, the top parts are broken and beaten on, but the stock and lower handguard are fine. It looks like I’ll be able to restore it, so I’m taking pics as I go. As an FYI, it was made in 1939:
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Have to see what happens…
I have all the tools and solutions to clean it up. In fact I have it completely disassembled… it comes down to the “when I have enough time to do this on top of all my other shytte” and the balance of dealing with the wife’s “Oh my baby!” instincts which personally? I don’t buy.
Some instincts are better smothered in the crib. Much like how DC should have been handled back in the day IMO Fuck it… I have a rifle to work on amiright?
Greetings and Salutations! Well, considering Russia just dropped an Intermediate Range Ballistic Missile on the Krain, I myself have to say that this tweet sums it up rather nicely:
Putin is definitely giving a warning here. The problem is the current crop of Retards and Reprobates are too stupid, vain and clueless to understand that they are not the “Masters of the World”… in fact the past 6-8 years have shown them to be utterly incompetent with regards to running anything at all… in truth they couldn’t organize a gangbang in a Tijuana Whorehouse with a suitcase full of Pesos and a Hundred Horny Dudes.
Ergo the Hubris of these Fuckers is probably going to get us all killed. Ah well… so much for it…
Just like my “Cupboard of Fucks” it too, is empty.
So… other things: One lighthearted thing I found from the Lockdown Times was a video I found on YouTube at the time… if that makes sense? Meaning I found this vid, and it tickled me sideways:
OK:
Got an issue here. Got to take Gretchen to the E.R. OK…0345, they admitted her. I’m home to get some quick ZZZs then back to the hospital. She’s stable and they’re trying to figure out what happened… NOT cancer related that they can tell… this’s a new issue…
Greetings and Salutations! I know, I know…. been AWOL again… What can I say? Truth be told, I’ve been about ‘done in’ with the current day bullshit. I figured that maybe since the (s)election was over and done with, we might finally get a break from the wall-to-wall bullshitfestivus that had been going on.
More the fool sez I apparently.
So much so, it’s been hard to find the motivation to blegg. How bad you ask? It’s almost as bad as the whole “Christmas Music/Decorations before Halloween” even gets here thing we seem to have going on every year… It was what? a two? three? year run up to that pile of shit that was the (s)election?
Tell you what, if there was ONE. THING. I would positively beg that OrangeManBad do, it’s issuing an Executive Order that Not a Single Political Ad nor any mention of an Election be allowed to be on the news, in the papers, or put out there until 90 days BEFORE the -actual- election.
I dig that it’s the main ‘feeder’ for the news cycle but Oh My Gawd is it sooooo out of control. They’re already fucking talking about potential 2028 candidates.
Have any of these fuckers have no shame?
Of course we know the answer there. Hence my somewhat extended absence.
I sort of feel like “Hawkeye” Pierce from M.A.S.H. towards the end of the series… It’s reported that Alan Alda, the guy who played Hawkeye was experiencing some serious ‘role-burnout’ and because of this, is why they ‘wrapped’ it like they did, with Hawkeye being taken to a nuthouse.
I’ve been feeling sort of the same way.
So I’m going to be poasting mostly weapons/tactics and the occasional observation of and about ‘stuff’ in the future. I’m done with a lot of the ‘current day thing’ and the blegging I hope will reflect that.
Let me know in the comments what YOU would like to see. I have to get caught up on some projects too, like a couple of you who asked me to check up on deceased WW2 relations and their service…. no, I haven’t forgotten… just me being overwhelmed per usual.
Otherwise, the fam is the fam. Addy is doing well… and the Baby Daddy and I chat on the regular. These are good things. I’m -still- trying to get him to relocate down here, as he does do roofing, and I’ve been trying to explain that here in Florida, a guy w/his skillsets can make enough $$$ in one ‘season’ that he’d be able to be off the rest of the year. Tennessee’s construction season is so short, he only gets work for like 4-5 months maybe out of the year, then the winter hits and that’s all she wrote.
Told him he and Addy can doss up here until he gets established. Win-Win in my book either way. He gets a full time babysitter (we don’t mind) Addy gets our influence and maybe the kid can finally get himself squared away in a decent job for once.
Greetings and Salutations! So tonight is going to be extremely light. I had to make a trip down to Glorious Home Office to see new IT Commissar as Laptop was toast. This being the like 18th? or so time that it shit the bed, the new IT Commissar told me to actually come into the Home Office, and they’d pay the mileage.
Works for me!
So not only did I get to take a 3-4 hour drive on company time, I got paid for it, as well as a new lappie out of the deal.
Tell you what however, it’s been a bad week for me and computers. AFTER the initial report of the work PC doing the crash and burn on Wednesday, Thursday had it’s own challenges that almost made me cry like a bitch.
My front room, home to the “Big Country Museum of War and Mayhem” is also my workspace. I have a workbench, loading bench and my gaming PC there, as well as my dedicated People’s Glorious Tractor Factory spot.
Well, I had a bottle of water on the bench with my gaming pc under it. By all rights, it should have been fine. However I did not figure on Bob-The-Asshole-Cat to decide to play fuck-fuck-chase-chase, and run across the top of the bench, and knock the water over.
The water thankfully missed the MAJORITY of the PC.
HOWEVER A wee bit did get through the top. The case is pretty much open on the front with 3 fans, the back with two BIG fans, and the top, which is open with a very tight mesh screen. Lots of cooling for it… The Processor cooling tower I think is liquid cooled, self contained. Not sure as Spawn #1 built it, and he’s no longer speaking to me, mores the pity.
It’s been a minute since the interior has been ‘blown out’ completely of dust, so it was easy to spot just where the water did or did not hit. I cleaned everything up, and since the thing was still running, I figured I was good.
Until I wasn’t. The mouse was frozen, and the power button had ceased to work. Turns out that the plugs on the motherboard? The ones that controlled the USB 2.0 connector(s) and the JFP1, JFP2: Front Panel Connectors had ONE drop of water that hit each one. I ended up having to unplug the pin connectors, dry everything, and WAIT.
Thanks be to Crom or God or (insert your Deity of Choice) after about two hours, a lot of prayer and begging for mercy to the Computer Gods, I reset everything and YAY!
It’s back and working.
I’m VERY pleased with this, as while I was waiting, I went to price a replacement board. Now I got this as a leftover from Spawn when he upgraded HIS rig. The motherboard came out in 2016…. I figured “…how expensive could it be?”
Wow Even for an older board, $160+ shipping is pricey. And never mind the fact that I’d be without my rig? Yeah… it would have sucked.
So THAT frens is what has been happening here.
And as far as the current Polly-Ticks?
Well, anything that makes the current group of fucktards, on BOTH sides of the aisle wail, gnash their teeth, and scream and cry like the fucking cunts they are is a good fucking thing.
I sooooo look forward to the next round of mental breakdowns. There are reports state that nationally, the suicide count is like 2500% above the norm since the election.
You know what I call that?
A good fucking start.
If they keep it up, we might actually run out of drunken blue haired lezbos, crazy wine aunts and deranged anti-American Karens by January. IRL I know it won’t happen, but a man can dream right? And the ones not offing themselves? Who’ve sworn off sex and reproduction? Even fucking better. That means they’ve stopped pissing in our collective gene pool, and I’m comfortable with that.
Greetings and Salutations! My Lord, it’s been an interesting couple of days around these parts. The Number One issue was my work computer ‘bricked’ on me again after another Microsuck Update. And because it’s a work issued computer, I can’t turn it off… I have to ‘allow’ the updates to install, which in turn becomes the post-update “Morning of Fear” when I turn it on.
Will it or will it not BSoD? That’s the ‘Blue Screen of Death’ for those of you non-techs out there. I actually don’t know if Windows 11 has the actual BSoD… I know it, specifically my lappie just ‘stops working’. In this mornings fun, I was able to log in, it started running and then nothing… The screen went to black, and refused to function after.
I was able to get to the task manager (Ctrl-Alt-Del still worked) and I tried various ways of disabling like almost everything that the start-up had set to enabled. A dozen reboot and failures later, I went to do a restore, and that even was done… I ended up doing a factory/image reinstall…
And even after that, I now have hardware failures.
Soooooooo this means a road trip on Friday to exchange the computer. Since this’s work related, I can expense it thankfully. I’ll get a room for the night and Gretchen and I can just get out of town for an overnight which will be enjoyable.
So… now to the crux of tonight. Pete Hegseth, the nominee for SecDef.
Hard charging former infantryman. Outspoken to the max. Tatted up and causing Libtards heads to positively explode.
These things IMO are good things… And the tat in the lower right hand corner of that pic above? Look familiar?
That’s a Rakkasan Crest in both pictures. Now, Two Issues here IMO.
The minor: I noticed that his tat is actually fucked up. If you look at the ‘sawblade’ (that’s on either side of the two handed sword) HIS isn’t alternating… it should be… his is blue-on-blue and gray-on-gray going vertically… it should be blue-gray-blue-gray as it is on my wall display… instead of a sawblade, his looks like the end of a guitar neck.
That’s the minor.
The major however is this. And this one I don’t really want to get into, BUT: According to his record, he did 20 years +/- in the Minnesota National Guard. ZERO mention of any active duty. I mean deployments count, but as far as actual active duty assignments? I can’t find any. Does being attached to the unit make one a Rakk? I mean this is a legit question IMO. According to the Wiki:
In 2004 his unit was called to Guantanamo Bay Naval Base, where he served as an infantry platoon leader with the Minnesota Army National Guard. His unit was under the operational control of the 3rd Battalion, 187th Infantry Regiment 101st Airborne Division
Being under the “operational control” last time I checked does not a Rakkasan make. Unless he made his “Regimental Affiliation” with the Rakkasans? Well… even then… that’s a bit weak. I mean ANYONE can file for a Regimental Affiliation… usually you get affiliated with a Unit that was special to you… Mine in fact -is- the Rakkasans… specifically 2nd Batt 187th, which is no more. They reflagged in the early 2000s to 1/33 CAV (AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!)
So, depending on your perspective, if being “under the command of” the Rakkasans makes you a Rakkasan, well OK.
As far as my own POV?
Unless you got orders assigning you to a unit of the 187th you are not a Rakkasan. A Rakkasan is a serving member of the Regiment. In fact our Facebook Groups have very strict rules that wives/girlfriends/and whatnot can’t join the FB Group (with the exception of Gold Star family members of course). You have to be vetted by being checked against the Unit Roster(s).
And to that point, I think it’s something that he needs to get out in front of now as I know there’s some ‘other Rakks’ out there who’re straight up “bad actors”… in fact it’s rumored that that fucking freak “PupRavage”?
‘Member that fucking psycho?
Supposedly (much to my horror) the intel I got is he –was– (was is a good thing IMO) a Rakkasan as well… and there’s a lot of other fucking bad actors out there like him… If they make a call that he’s doing ‘performative stolen valor?’ I mean TBH the regimental crest tat IF he was only an augmentee/attached to the 187th seems a bit ‘wannabe’/’cringe’
Not trying to stir the pot, but I feel it’s a legit one. Tampon Timmah got majorly dragged for his bullshit, and I’d fucking hate to see the same shit happen with this guy, as he’s got the Left utterly shitting themselves in terror. That alone makes him great in my book… Update While Writing: So I asked the very same question on my Rakkasan Group(s) that very same question of whether or not he’s a legit Rakk. Most interestingly, I got a couple of responses from guys who served with him and knew him:
From: Ben X
I was in Charlie Company 3-187 during the 05-06 deployment to Iraq.
Pete Hegseth was 2nd Platoons PL. he was an E-6 that went OCS I believe to become an officer.
OK… whew. Like I said, I really didn’t want to ”go there’… and Ben wasn’t the only guy to DM me. Lots of guys who either served with him, or under him said he was the real deal. It looks like in 2005, when Big Army was waaaay short on usable manpower, they offered Reservists and Gaurd guys one year contracts to fill in in critical slots (like the Infantry) and Hegseth volunteered, and got assigned to the 187th. That also means that his awards are more than likely legit too… which means the Bronze Star actually means something unlike some of the ‘chairborne rangers’ who earned theirs for being under indirect fire a couple of times while making coffee for the brass…
So this means they got a total asskicking outsider there…
Going to be an interesting few weeks leading up to the Inauguration. Keep the head on a swivel. Avoid Crowds.
Greetings and Salutations! OK: Note to everybody (and self). When handling a can of cop-grade pepper spray that’s faaar beyond the “Date of Use/Expiration”, I highly recommend utilizing gloves and even a a respirator depending on the circumstances.
Yep.
I’m ok, because it seems as it ages, it (the capsicum itself) loses a certain amount of potency. Lets get into the specifics shall we?
The story behind it is that earlier this evening, Gretchen was digging and rooting around the 4th bedroom in the back of the house, this being DumbCunts former dossing space. She (Gretchen) was looking for a shirt or something in the closet.
Now mind you, we’ve cleaned and (for the most part) exorcised and sterilized the room, to the point of even shitcanning the bed/mattress and bedspring that her nasty ass used. Gretchen then reclaimed the majority of the closet for her excess clothing… (God knows that chick has a LOT of clothing LOL) I keep some smol stuff in there myself… anywho
That room is now the ‘guest room’, with a nice queen sized 4 Poster bed that was made by the Bombay Furniture Company. Post Divorce I still had ‘Ye Olde Marital Bed’ which lasted until Gretchen moved in, at which point she made it clear that she did NOT want to keep “…sleeping on another woman’s bed” and found that one on Facebook Marketplace. That was back when I was making pretty good bank so it wasn’t an issue. Even then, the one she found, and the price? $300.00 for a Bombay 4 Poster in awesome condition wasn’t to be sneezed at. (She’s really good about finding deals, and even talking folks down on price… I wish I had her with me in the Souk(s) in the Middle East back in the day… she’s a great bargainer).
So after we got rid of DC, she found ANOTHER 4 Poster bed, except this one was a king size. To be honest, the two of us need a King. I mean my shoulders are 26in across, and my chest is 59.5 (call it 60in) around. Gretchen as you’ve seen from pictures is only a wee bit shorter than I am, but as broad as I am, and her chest?
Don’t get me started. Even the post-op Boobies are Yuuuuuge.
So yeah, King gives us a lot more room to get comfy. That too was another “OMFG we paid how much for this!?!” I mean I feel like we stole it TBH. We paid less than we did for the Bombay… but there was a catch, we had to take a bunch of ‘other shit’ they wanted gone, which only made it to the nearest dumpster on the way home.
I mean to save $100?
So anyways… after she found the shirt she was looking for, she found something -I’ve- been looking for for a long minute (a file folder of all my FEMA/Disaster Management/Counter-Terror certificates) and brought it out to me. This was a thing of goodness, as I’ve been trying to locate that for a while. I then went back, and put it with ‘other’ important documents that I have in a centralized and locked fireproof filing cabinet.
Just an aside: A very good thing to have IMO
Double locked, fireproof… I got all the critical dot.docs in there in physical form, as well as some thumb drives with scanned copies that are in (theoretically) thermal proof containers inside the supposedly heat-proof/fireproof file cabinet… YMMV, don’t run with scissors as well. I always make sure I have Backups of the Backups of the Originals if you will…
To continue…
The rooting around made me realize I haven’t, outside of transferring a lot of the deep storage food/prepping items, rooted around in some of the boxes like since the separation/divorce. That was allllll the way back in 2016. While looking, I came across an insignificant little square/cubical (8x8x8in maybe?) woven wooden basket… one of those ‘decorative’ ones that has a cloth liner that chicks love to use for various displays and whatnot…
This one however had some of MY ‘stuff’ in it… nothing major, just a couple of tactical pouches and tactical cell phone holders and the like, as well as a pouch holding a can of ‘Fox’ brand pepper spray… It was in its proper pouch, and was pretty much untouched… I think the last time I has that particular item out and in operation was when I was working between contracts as a Counter-Terror Officer for the Tampa Electric Company, TECO as it’s better known as… it was part of our basic pistol belt loadout. That was OMG… Like between Iraq Tour #7 and Pre-Afghanistan… “A long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away…”
I did the 10 second “pull it out, examined it, and put it back in the pouch thing” noting only that it seemed extremely light and almost empty? when I shook it? Meh. Either way, back into the holster it went. I didn’t really pay it any mind because in the same basket, I found a bunch sheets of 2in tall black vinyl stickers like we used to use in the Army for bumper numbers in there.
I ALWAYS have a use for such items, so I thought “COOL DEAL!” and put up the basket, as well as all the other crap I had disturbed during my rooting around…
I then came back here to “Chaos Central Command” which is the A.O. that I’m at right now. I started going through the sheets of stickers to determine if they were at ALL salvageable, or if any of them had gotten messed up sitting for what? Almost 14 years +/- of laying around?
As I started pulling the sheets apart, the majority of them were in perfect shape. However, one or two sheet(s) of them was/were stuck to another sheet, and I was having trouble getting a grip on it…
This’s when I had my Oops! moment.
I licked my thumb and index finger to get the recalcitrant pages apart.
It took about 10-15 seconds for it to hit… My tongue first, followed by the rest of my mouth, then lips. Dull pain, followed by fire…
I’ve been pepper sprayed before in training, so I knew exactly what happened. First thing I did was go to the sink, set the water to ‘scalding’ and scrubbed my paws. I then immediately walked over to the fridge, and did a full on rinse/gargle/spit/repeat with the milk about 4 times. THEN I went out to the ‘Redneck Freezer’ in the garage and got me one of those awesome Ice Cream Cones I have on hand…
Hey… They were BOGO at Publix last week… Even the BCE deserves a treat now and again! They also are a great solution for instances like this Jes’ Sayin’
I’ll say this, it worked… between the milk rinse(s) and the Ice Cream Cone, I’m now back to normal.
After that, it was time to figure out just what the fuck happened. I knew I had handled Ye Olde Pepper Spray, but I wanted to know EXACTLY WTF had happened. To be safe, I got me some gloves, and a respirator that is capable of keeping me from breathing that shit in…
I also got my goggles, pretty much the same ones pictured above. These items are ‘leftovers’ from a shit-gig I had with ServPro a waaaays back, doing home disaster/mold remediation. I didn’t want to break into the NBC Gear Storage Boxes, so this was what I had on hand… BTW ServPro? Worst “job” I ever had in the respect that I got utterly fucked as the guy who owned and ran the particular branch never put anyone on the books… EVERYTHING was under the table, but at the time, I didn’t give two shits as being paid cash at the end of the week, ZERO taxes being pulled out? MOAR cash for me, and Yeah, that kept me afloat for a while… but in the end he cheated me of almost $400 and I had no recourse…
So, dealing with shit like this? Not my first rodeo with a potentially toxic/dangerous item like that. My biggest concern was that it was going to really “pop open” and get alllll over the Casa. I went in and checked, and it turned out to be pretty damned easy. From what I can tell, the seal around the edges on the top of the can, where the spray nozzle mates to the can itself just went bad over time. Shit had leaked out ALL over.
The pouch as well as ALL the other gear in there are pretty much soaked/covered/contaminated with this stuff. I can tell it got everywhere as this’s a can of Fox “Mean Green” spray:
It’s got green dye in it to help ID whomever you hose down with it… that same green colored dye was ALLLLLL over the rest of the pouches, the basket and well almost everything else. I might be able to salvage some stuff… but not I’m sure if I want to put in the effort TBH.
Needless to say, a couple of take-a-ways from this:
ONE: I’m thankful as fuck I didn’t go and hit the latrine right after the initial exposure. I saw some guys in Basic who went and touched their pee-pee whilst still covered in powdered CS, and the term “Great Balls of Screaming Agonized Fire” comes leaping to mind.
TWO: I’m also happy I didn’t rub my eyes, nor pretty much touch any ‘sensitive’ body part (aside from my big ole yapper). Thankfully as I stated earlier, the older it got, well… I’ve had hotter ghost peppers than that, so it definitely degraded over time IMO.
THREE: Same goes for Gretchen She’s in a particular happy mood about this… it’s supposed to be cuddle time tonight, and maaaan I’d have been kil’t if I done touched her with ‘pepper paws’ let me tell y’all… on top of that, she’s also laughing her ass off at me for the absurdity factor…
FOUR: Most importantly, it’s become critical (in my eyes) that I (man, lets make that a ‘we’ for all of y’all who come here on the regular) that items we think are immune to degradation ARE (possibly) NOT. Until this happened, I -thought- the expiration date/best used by date(s) on a can of CS/Pepper-spray was just oh so much bullshit or a recommendation to spark return customers… much like “300,000 year old Salt from Nepal, (expires 2028)”
Guess it’s not Aye? Keep in mind, this can was in a specialized holster, that I bought specifically because it was a perfect fit and designed to carry an item EXACTLY like this. The can itself? It was stored inside for the most part (unless I was on duty and actively carrying it) in a climate controlled area forthe majority of it’s lifespan.
If anything, this’s now made me realize I need to triple check some of the items that I had previously figured were safe from “issues” such as this…
“Entropy is a bitch” as one of the characters in the book written by Sci-Fi author Dan Simmons in his epic “Endymion”… I think it was Aenea…
And again, a quick aside: the whole series of 4 books, called “The Hyperion Cantos” from which that quote is from? That’s the third book… ALL are fantastic and I can’t recommend the series enough… dead serious… the name of all 4 are named as follows: ‘Hyperion’ ‘The Fall of Hyperion’ ‘Endymion’ ‘The Rise of Endymion’ I own them in print, as well as digitally, and in print I got both hardcover AND paperback, just in case. As some say, some books are like old friends, and these particular four are very good ones at that.
But as I was saying, best check the ‘stuff’ you thinkmight be or even worseexpect to be fine over the long term. We know food (for the most part) has to be ‘rotated’ but I sure as Hell never expected that something as simple (and potentially critical) as a can of Pepperspray would ‘go bad’ and become worthless.
Thank God I found out this way as opposed to an instance when I wanted/needed a non-lethal alternative, grabbed that particular item and had it spectacularly fail on me.
So YYMV as I said. Take and Make of It What You Will More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Whelp the ‘best laid plans of mice n’men don’t always roll smoothly. Gretchen has been helping out Cowboy with the unenviable task of having to clean up and clear out his wife’s ‘stuff’…
Clothing, purses, the usual shytte that a broad collects over the years, especially in a marriage of multiple years. I had to do it as well when the X bailed and I got the house. She abandoned a metric fuckton of clothing/shoes and whatnot.
Difference was she was still alive, so I had to get it to her via a neutral storage facility. Mentally, like Cowboy, I couldn’t do it, so I hired a couple of girls from my work that I was a supervisor at, and had them do both kids rooms, as well as the Main Walk In closet that was the Xs. Anything they wanted, they could have.
Well worth the $$$ as it was heart wrenching.
And Gretchen has been helping Cowboy with his wife’s gear, as well as his dead MILs stuff that his wife just couldn’t part with either after her mom passed… so there’s metric fuckton ton of shit that needs to be gone through. The result was we -were- supposed to go out to night and see the band, Soul Circus Cowboys who are buddies with Cowboy and shot that music video that was shot out at his place…
The video in question I’ve poasted about before here at the blegg.. so to review for your viewing:
Now, that was shot a little over a year ago… Cowboy is literally the Cowboy that the video revolves around… He (per the video) is having what I’d call a run of bad luck.
Now, a couple of things: The horse seen at 0:36 seconds? That’s ‘Chip’.
He was/is Addy’s first horse interaction. Chip, despite his size was a baby too when that picture was taken… and Addy was the first ‘mini-hoomon-bean’ he’d ever seen. They were enthralled with each other as smol-kinder are known to do, no matter what the species…
In fact they became buddies, and they chased each other by running up and down the fence line that day… the reason in that pic Addy has her hand up was Chip kept licking her with that massive house tongue… it didn’t upset her, but she was a bit put off by it LOL…. some damned good memories of better times… anyways…
And then the scene where Cowboy goes to do the ‘flowers on the grave’ thing? The 32? 34 Ford pickup he’s driving?
That’s his toy… Quite a cool boogie-buggy IMO. But, as I said: That’s when he goes to visit his wife’s grave in the Video! Kind of gives me heebie-jeebie/prophesy vibes TBH
Anyways… getting sidetracked. WTF Else is new?
When we went to the “Celebration of Life” I saw the band and a number of their ‘hanger-ons’ with them. Now, Gretchen and I knew no one outside of Cowboy, his kids, his now-gone Wife’s kids and a few rando grands. All nice people. I was open to meeting some folks, as after all, we were ALL there to support Cowboy.
Small problemo. When we started to mingle? The band and/or the ‘hangers on’/girls, and/or wives showed up. As soon as they did, my fucking “internal combat radar” fucking pegged the fuck out. Red Zoned Max Alert 11 out of Ten on the “Shit Just Got Weird” scale(s)
No fucking clue but maaaaan… I haven’t been that spooked or ‘wired up’ since Iraq. Like as in ‘went back to the car to get heeled’… snatched my “John Wilkes Booth” weapon… I mean the was supposed to be a ‘social occasion’ so I didn’t feel it appropriate to be packing a serious weapon…
More the fool sez I….
I got a overwhelming vibe of darkness… Like waves of it. It was physical. I mean I could just feel something ‘wrong’ emanating. From the group of band members specifically. Even Gretchen picked up on it, to the point that when we realized Cowboy had enough folks there to keep him out of trouble and straight, we made our goodbyes and finessed an ExFil ASAFP.
Now Cowboy reads this, and I told him, I got no idea if it’s an individual in the band or what? When I told him my concerns, and in regard to the whole Karma-Ass Bite of doing that video, and him actually losing his wife shortly after!?!
Well seems I’m not the only one who brought this to his attention. Which is a good news/bad news sort of thing… Good news is that I’m not the only fucking nutbar who picked up on the correlation of this, and bad news ‘cos I know he’s buddies w/the Band.
However… Between my AND the wife getting ‘dark/evil/bad’ vibes from them? Yeeeeeeah…. We ended up not going tonight to the show as Gretchen ate something that didn’t agree, and her stomach as been jacked up ALLLLL day long. She never really got out of bed today, except to shit her brains out. Poor chick can’t catch a break…
That, and continuing with the what I’m calling the “Cowboy Curse Trend” is that it seems today, he took a wee bit too many Blood Pressure meds, and fucking passed out at a red light!!!!
Try a BP 63 over like 33 when the Ambulance got there. That’s like “been shot bleeding out BP” right there… scary shit IMO! Thank Crom the local PD/Sherriff didn’t go all “Hut!!!Hut!!!Hut!!!” on his ass and accuse him of being on drugs/drunk or whatever… in fact there was a cop who’d been riding behind him for a spell, and since he’d NOT had any issue(s) driving erratically, when he passed out (thankfully his foot-on-the-brake was solid) and sat thru a green light, the Cop came up, realized it was probably a medical emergency, and surprise surprise, DID THE RIGHT FUCKING THING!
Yay for the one GOOD cop still out there.
The medics said he took too many bp meds. Me? I’m thinking he’s overtaxed, strung out, overwhelmed, under eating, emotionally drained AF, and needs a fucking break. BUT: He barely listens to me, so tomorrow I may go over and beat his ass. Gretchen has been helping immensely but there’s only so much she can do… We’re both worried. So needless to say, no going to see the band tonight…
Add on I’m stressed AF as it is.
Mainly b/c my Minion at Glorious People’s Tractor Factory? My assistant that they assigned to me rather than giving me a $$$ raise? Yeah… she fucking quit as the workplace was becoming faaar too toxic… and NO… not from me. I –tried like fuck– to get her fully under my control, HOWEVER: the HR Slore kept putting her fucking nose into things that she really needs to stay the fuck out of. Made her life a living hell. The HR bitch needs to go Like for fucking good.
Me?
I’m temped to just do something permanent and alleviate everyone’s issue with her, as she is possibly the MOST toxic HR cunt I’ve even had to deal with.
A sentiment I can get fully behind
So, yeah, that’s the latest drama here… I’ll update some more later. For now, I got as few memes I found that don’t seem to be as common as some of the others:
Greetings and Salutations! OK me Droogs, let me tell you. It’s nice that /ourguy/ won. That being said, and I’ve been using this description with ALL the folks I’ve talked to today:
Do Not Get COMPLACENT!!!
November 5th was like D-Day. June 6th, 1944. The Allies stormed the beaches at Normandy after a magnificent ‘bait and switch’ intel campaign that utterly convinced the German High Command that the Allies were going to invade at Calais, instead of where they really landed in Normandy.
To the point the Germans diverted some crucial military elements that might have caused some issues for the troops to Pas-de-Calais.
Per the World War 2 Museum Website:
After much deliberation, it was decided that the landings would take place on the long, sloping beaches of Normandy. There, the Allies would have the element of surprise. The German high command expected the attack to come in the Pas de Calais region, north of the river Seine where the English Channel is narrowest. It was here that Adolf Hitler had put the bulk of his panzer divisions after being tipped off by Allied undercover agents posing as German sympathizers that the invasion would take place in the Pas de Calais.
So ALL the heavy/medium armor was NOT at Normandy on the day of the invasion. Now… because of this, and other lucky breaks (nevermind the tenacity of /ourtroops/) we kicked the shit out of “Herman The German” and once we got out of hedgerow country, it was a pretty quick run to the German Border.
Which is where I start my analysis.
By mid November, early December 1944, the Allies, in particular the 101st Airborne, were so far forward, they were unware of what was coming. It was mainly because after the success of the D-Day landings and the subsequent ‘run to Germany’, many Allied commanders seriously underestimated the Krauts, and what exactly they had left in their ‘bag o’tricks’.
Before dawn on December 16, 1944 (0300 according to records), the Germans launched a massive counterattack using multiple units to include the Fifth Panzer Army, which bypassed Bastogne with the intent of seizing the port of Antwerp, as well as severing all the Allied Supply lines. It was because both the grunts on the ground as well as the higher-higher thought the Germans were done for, that they weren’t paying enough attention.
The whole “We’ll be home by Christmas” unfortunately became the daily mantra, both from the lowest Private, to the Generals in charge.
When the Germans -suddenly- rolled out, fully prepped for a party, and started utterly kicking the US Troops teeth in, it became a full on rout in a couple of cases… As stated, Bastogne was bypassed, and was considered a “we’ll get to them later” unit by the Germans…(Bad move Herman)
Heh…
We all know how all that shit turned out.
BTW: A quick note. A couple of historians who interviewed General McAuliffe after, as well as several others who were present at the time of the German demand of the surrender of the 101st, he (McAuliffe) did not say “Nuts!” as it’s been stated on the record.
Apparently it was ‘cleaned up’ due to the 1940’s values of the time… In reality, he told them on the demand to surrender: “Balls!” as in “Suck Deez!” is my guess… which from a DotMil perspective makes a Hell of a lot more sense… ‘Nuts’ never made any sense if you’ve been in the Infantry, never mind the 101st…telling the enemy “Balls” (as in ‘suck these’) tho? Fuck yeah! Pure Badassery IMO
Jes’ Sayin’
Luckily for us, the tenacity and general hardcore nature of our troops beat the Krauts back. It took another 6+/- months after that near-disaster to finally nail the coffin shut on the Third Reich in Berlin… and even then, we were robbed of taking Berlin by that commie loving POS FDR in favor of his butt-blast-buddy Stalin… motherfucker. (Yeah FDR was a traitor for some of the shytte he pulled? and a full bore commie… you don’t agree? Fuck the fuck off)
Now, using this as a metaphor? maybe? parable?
/Ourguys/? just took Normandy. That’s what OrangeManBad’s election was IMO. We took the ‘enemy’ by surprise. They’re reeling
HOWEVER
“They’re not dead yet!” so to speak, neither truly physically, nor metaphorically… damned shame IMO really… anywho…
They ARE however extraordinarily well financed and organized. That was shown by the multi-state ‘protests’ tonight/last night, with the biggest being in Chi-Congo last night. Pre-Printed signs, the same ‘cast of characters’….
Oh, BTW: Because of these folks, I’ll be doing a hypothetical poast on how to deal with these people/motherfuckers who seem to always show up ALL the fucking time at these protests later BTW…in my hypothetical POV, it’s time to remove the trash.
It’s only going to get worse from here on out.
As of this writing? We have 57 days, 21 hours, 10 minutes, and 0 seconds until the ‘formal exchange of power’ actually happens
That is IF it even happens.
That’s a lot of time for Shenanigans. And Malarkey.
All I can say is do not rest on your laurels so to speak. In Infantry Basic/AIT we had a saying:
Stay Alert/Stay Alive
Stay steadfast, prepared, avoid crowds, keep loading and prepping, and pray. We have a looong tough row to hoe so to speak, and being ready is at least better than being fat, dumb and happy when the enemy decides to make its move. Better to be ready, than caught with our britches around our ankles so to speak.
Greetings and Salutations NGL but this’s going to be short and sweet. Finally crashed at 0300 last night and the 0650 wakeup was a bit of a bear. While on hold today, I was surfing some of the intarhwhebz and looking at all the shitpoasting and awesome memes that had cropped up after Cackles met her defeat.
I also spun by “Crazy Days And Nights” which is an entertainment gossip sight. The majority of poasts there are by a guy called “Enty” who is supposedly a entertainment lawyer with inside tracks on ‘stuff’. I farm and watch a lot of different sites to see what the ‘pulse and trends’ tend to be, and so far, Enty has been spot on faaar more frequently than any pollster or aggregator group.
He poasts what are called “Blinds” with stuff like “Mister X did this thing with a fish at the Restuarant that The A++++ Lister is known to go to.”
He then (eventually) will do a ‘blind reveal’ which 80% of the time has already come true. So while there this A.M. I saw this:
Now I might be reaching on this but bear with me.
There’s been oh so much talk of OrangeManBad not being allowed to take the ‘pole position’ as Prez. Now… Art Sido has been stating for a while (like a year) that there was a strong possibility that ‘they’ would allow OMB back in, if only to collapse the financial system, lay the blame on OMB, and hopefully secure the One Party Rule in Perpetuity. His article can be found HERE
Now, the blind? To my POV? The ‘winner’ is OrangeManBad. The second in charge would be Vance The funder? The BIGGEST Financial backer at $150,000,000.00 is Timothy Mellon, heir to the Mellon banking fortune. The second place donation ‘group’ is SpaceX aka Elon, at $100,000,000.00.
Not sure. Part of my analysis is the (misspelled) line “Es Tu?” which if spelled properly, would be “Et Tu” from what Julius Caesar said to Brutus as he was being stabbed in the back by him “Et Tu Brute?”…. roughly translated as “You Too Brutus?” That to me indicates that OMB and Vance are the subject(s) of the blind.
Either way, just a data point. The health issue could be done after they collapse the economy… a lil ‘heart attack juice’ in one of his meals, and Presto! “The Prez had a fatal heart attack due to the stress of the ongoing crisis…”
We’ll see. And BTW: I’m glad I snatched that screenshot… It disappeared within an hour of my finding it early this A.M. Make of it what you will.
