Big Country Expat

Happy Veterans Day ya Filthy Animals!

Everything is good
Just a lot going on here at the Casa
No operational immediate problems, just the normal SNAFU.

More Later
Big Country

h/t Eatgrueldog

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 for the 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 think might be or even worse expect 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:

So More Later
Big Country

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.

More Later
Big Country

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.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Needed a serious break for the past few…
Between managing the InLaws, their Air Conditioning issues (still ongoing) the House cleanup (still ongoing) and money issues (who’s getting paid and how much? type of things)… I haven’t been able to ‘manage the bandwidth’ mentally like I usually do.

That and due to the potential upcoming sporkiness, I haven’t had a drink since the Hurricane(s). Booze is the last thing I need right now but fortunately/unfortunately, it’s the ‘synaptic lubricant’ that helps get the writers block get pushed out.

I’m only able to hammer this out as there’s a bit of quiet time this A.M.

Call it The Quiet Before The Storm Aye?

Not sure where we’re headed, but no matter what, we’re in some s-l-o-o-o-o-w ride downhill… the whole quote from Ernest Hemingway’s 1926 novel ‘The Sun Also Rises’….that’s the one where a character named Mike responds to a question about how he went bankrupt with the line, “Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly…”

OUR “suddenly” is purely going to suck no matter what

My rationale is that “Heritage ‘Muricans” as /ourguys/ like to call ourselves? The majority of ‘normie tier’ folks are utterly incapable of doing anything that used to be taken for granted just 50 years ago.

Damned near no one out there knows how to change a tire, never mind maintain a vehicle under austere circumstances. Most think the meat they eat comes from a supermarket and have never participated in the nasty-assed ‘harvesting’ of an animal of any size.

Hell, the biggest animal I ever “worked on” was at a ‘Pig Pickin’ back at Fort Campbell with my rodeo buddies… I used to hang out with a bunch of the clowns (literally!) at the Red Roper which was a really good Country and Western bar back in Clarksville oh so long ago… damned near puked when we gutted that fucker… a hog has a lotta guts let me tell ya… and the stink? Hooo-WEEEE!

You think anyone even knows what goes into doing that ‘stuff’? Never mind the practical application? Or even when to safely harvest certain game? Any asshole can go out in the woodline with a rifle and start shooting

But in the long run, this way lies ruin.

IF and only IF we run into a Mad Max societal breakdown that somehow does NOT have a mass casualty event to begin with there sure as hell will be one within what I figure will be about 2-3 months after.

My rationale for it is that initially people are going to be the ‘typical American’… for the most part, we band together to help each other out in a crisis… see Western North Carolina as a shining example…

However…

In a full on economic collapse (which IMO is where we’re headed) and there’s no more money period fucking dot which means no more goods… i.e. gas/food/the “usual stuff”/jobs that all too many people here in the States have had, and take for granted, to the point that most fucking people think it’s a God Damned Right and not a Privilege to have all this “stuff” at the literal drop of a hat.

I see it ALLLLLLL the time at the Glorious People’s Tractor Factory. Clients get highly pissed off when I try mind you try to tell them that the process for them to receive a lot of their ‘widgets’ takes 10 to 15 business days to process, and even then that’s an optimal outcome. Mind you I then have to translate ‘business days’ into “that means usually a month plus or minus…”

They tend to get bent out so badly I’ve taken to calling it “The Amazon Effect” or “The Prime Problem”. The Bezosbot, because he did revolutionize getting ‘stuff’ from Point ‘A’ to Point ‘B’ in damned near record time (24-48 hours sometimes depending on location and type of ‘stuff’) he created something of a monster. People have unfortunately become spoiled fucking rotten with this, and now expect EVERYTHING no matter how small or petty to be handled right here and right fucking now, OR ELSE!

Which then leads us to what I was speaking of… it’s pretty much that initially everyone is going to try to help each other out.

That being with the exception of the “Blue Hives” i.e. Large Urban Cities, which will go full on CHUD within 2 weeks is my guess. CHUD being from that 1984 movie so named, which stands for Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers… underground human based mutants that eat other humans…

However, during this time period, we’ll see a new version of “The Golden Horde” also known as “The Free Shit Army” also known as “Muh Gibsmedat!” going mobile and headed out up major interstates, literally like a colossal horde of locusts, eating everything if not everyone who stands in their way.

Which also means that the woodline?
Once people start running out of ‘canned stuff’?
It’ll be stripped bare within the aforementioned 2-3 months.

Mind you I’m not worried about Bambi and the Gang. Critters have been pretty good about learning how to avoid folks… that being said, we will see a drastic drop in available wildlife for quite a spell, followed on by quite an even MORE drastic dropoff in Hoomon Beans.

In fact a year or two after, when the smoke clears, I’m figuring that there will be a huge swath of deforestation in certain areas that get below freezing on the regular from wood being cut for firewood (nevermind it takes up to a year for wood to really be useful as firewood, but like I said, people don’t know these things), as well as the subsequent finding of massive amounts of skeletons in makeshift ‘survivalist camps’ and ‘stuff’ from idiots who think ‘heading to the hills’ will be their salvation.

Heading into the woodline with ZERO skills is just begging for a slow drawn out death via disease, starvation and/or vitamin deficiency. Sure you might have been a Eagle Scout… you may even have some basic knowledge. It all comes down to so many things, that I truly don’t believe that many have what it takes (including myself) to survive a full on Max Max World.

Add on that the immediate aftermath here in the US of ALL the psychotropic drugs being cut off within 30-90 days of said-disaster?

Oh Holy Hells No.
People right now are almost completely out of control. Urban Yoofs chimping out all over the place is bad enough… now just imagine adding in alllllll of them AWFLs (Affluent White Female Liberals aka Auntie Box-Wine/Cat Ladies) who start running out of their head-meds and box wine?

Can you say “Chaos on an Utterly EPIC Scale”?

I maintain that we need to keep our eyes open, ears to the ground. There’ll be plenty of ‘signs and portents’ of things to come. A couple that I prognosticate are certain elements of the DotGov ‘going on extended absences’ or taking junkets to places like New Zealand and the like…

The DotMil upping security for ‘no good reason’ as is the case currently at Fort Drum in New York. Per Reddit:

…which a few comments followed:

…and this:

So, from here on out, the “New Norm” is locking DotMil bases down tighter that a ticks ass? The only time(s) I can remember things being -that- locked down was during legit ‘enemy’ (i.e. overseas actor) threats.

Now a couple of comments claim it’s because there’s a ‘new Sherriff in town’ i.e. a new MP Unit on base and they’re ‘flexing’… but to me? It doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense. The actions being taken are at a whole different level in that they seem to be targeting people going ON TO the base (i.e. making sure the guy driving on is ACTUALLY the guy driving on) and ‘stuff’ being supposedly sent/mailed onto the base… which is weird…

To my mind, and my analysis is pretty good usually, it sounds like they’re worried about ‘internal bad actors’ maybe? Infiltrators possibly? Lord knows we’ve had enough nutbars try at ‘take the gate’ with truck and other types of assaults at various DotMil facilities lately. However, that being said, the fact that they seem to be doing a LOT of internal sweeps and overwatch makes me wonder just how nervous the brass is about internal threats?

This is a data point either way.
Then, Hollywierd.
Isn’t in interesting that damned near ALL the celebutards/adult pretenders who came out and started huffing and puffing and endorsing Cackles The Drunken Clown were either ALL part of the Epstein Air Logs on the “Lolita Express” and/or part of and present for Sean “Dead Man Walking” Combs aka Diddy’s “freakoff” parties? Seems the ‘dual threat’ ones, meaning on BOTH the Lolita Express logs AND the “freakoff” party list(s) were some of the earliest endorsers of Cackles.

I report, you decide.
I mean our boy from Bawston, Ben Affleck bailed from J-Lo just before Diddy got busted. I mean according to sources, our lil Jennie-Poo was a major procurer for the Diddster. It’s so bad that she literally up and ran out during an autograph session/paparazzi lovefest promoting her latest flop….er…. film… Link HERE I of course can’t find the pic now, but when sumdood yelled out the question: ““J. Lo, do you have any comments about P. Diddy and the allegations?” the picture that got snapped was awesome.

It combined terror/horror and shock all at once.

No wonder she ran like Hell
It’s ‘cos she’s guilty as Hell.

Keep an eye on ‘other wired-in folks’ there.
If they start –suddenly– pulling up and bailing, there’s another sign. In fact if you read the dailies like I do, you can actuially see that a LOT of the saner /ourguy/ actors and actresses in the past year or so have ‘quit the biz’ and bailed to the country, as they know that Hollyweird will burn when the shytte hits the atmospheric oscillation device.

It came really close during the whole L.A. Riots aka the Reginald Denny Assault. Fuck Rodney King…. that chimp got what he deserved IMO. Hollyweird was that close to being razed tot he ground. In fact, my thought is it might have been a good thing if it had, mainly because the best way to convert someone from being a liberal is to have them get raped/robbed/beaten by a minority that they’re oh so fond of championing normally. The NIMBY factor is why the majority of these ‘tards keep doing the stupid social justice virtue-signaling that they do…

They almost never have to come face-to-face with those who they force onto others.

So when you see them heading for safety zones, you know the time is close(er).

So that’s what I got.
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Head on a Swivel
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Sorry (again) for being AWOL. It started last Monday, what with another issue w/Gretchen’s parents. We’ve now had to spend an enormous amount of time this week dealing with the issues.

One of which was getting the social worker(s) to get moar involved… so far it’s been sort of haphazard. So many things… Complaints about the free food deliveries from meals on wheels, of which I have not tried yet, but I’m going to, as -something- is off. I have my suspicions that Mom doeasn’t want anyone potentially assisting as it’s one of the small power plays she can make with Dad… and that in itself is the issue. She refuses to do the right thing, and keeps fucking up.

I’m not even going to go into the scam(s) but we’ve essentially found out b/c Mom almost fell for one of those telephonic scams the “…go get $600.00 in debit cards and say nothing to anyone!” seems they’re now on a list…

And since Mom’s oars don’t go alll the way in the water, whelp, again we had another close call.

And she utterly refuses to do anything to allow us to protect her. The social workers say that as of now they aren still legally ‘compos-mentis’ so we have to let them, specifically Mom, fuck up and ‘build book’ so as to make sure we have a solid case when it comes time to pack ’em off involuntarily…

So how’s your week been?

4? 5? days until something stupid happens it seems.
The sense of dread is palpable.
Tensions are high.

This past Sunday ‘Kentavious Gholston’ age 26 did the road-rage thing and murdered a 61 year old whyttedood. Seems Steven Powers, 61 honked at the aforementioned Australopithecine which caused him to chimp out.

This happened not even a mile and a half from the house.

Halloween here at the Casa was subdued. We did the candy thing, and had all of 12 kids… The Gran(s) both had a great time as well, and we got pics from the BabyDad… wish we could have been there but meh…

Now I have to work over the weekend to make up the lost hours from the idiocy of the In-Laws.

It is, what it is.
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Big Country

Greetings and Salutations
NGL…Kind of emotionally wrung out around here. Reason being is Gretchen has been in full-on meltdown mode today. And the reason for that is today was Adriana’s Birthday and Birthday Party.

The BabyDad did a video chat with us, and she knows and remembers us, but it still ripped the heart out of Gretchen for us not to be there…

I’ve been trying to be a supportive hubz in this case but I’m not very good at that sort of emotional stuff… too much damage over the years

Harsh but true.
I compartmentalize everything that’s emotionally upsetting.

ESPECIALLY when it comes to my absolute failure to make sure Addy stayed with us… That was all my fault. Between my blowing my top at the wrong place and time occasionally, to not doing ‘what needed to be done’ (i.e. “taking out the trash” as I saw it then)… I feel like I failed in some major ways. I could have done better.

That being said… BabyDad has been doing exceptionally well.

I’ve told him as much. The kid didn’t have a ‘proper father figure’ which is a major reason he was screwed up IMO. Being raised by your Grands IF they’re really really old when you’re a wee bitty ‘un… well… it’s sort of like my Uncle who last I heard was on Wife #3, and had a kid when he was 52? 53? Something like that… DeadDad gave him a bunch of shit about having to teach his newest Daughter how to drive when he was 68 or so?

The few times I tried to teach Spawn #2 basic driving when (s)he was 16 and I was in my early 40s damned near kil’t my ass from heart failure… raising lil ‘uns past 60? Not an easy job.

Either way tho…

She got her ‘first’ real haircut so to speak…
I mean Gretchen when we had her, being a professional hair stylist kept her mop under control, but after BabyDad and his Gran took over, for the longest time is was the basic “bowl cut”.

Shit like that drove Gretchen borderline insane mind you…

She looks great.

The video chat was good too.
She remembered us, but is still confused that I don’t wear glasses anymore. She always asks me where my glasses are… (side note: since I got the cataracts removed, I no longer require glasses except for super up close reading, and even then a cheap pair of Walmart Readers are fine) She’s getting tall too.

We of course sent gifts that were well received…

However… Gretchen melted down for the rest of the day… which has made shit here hard, especially since I’m no good with emotional ‘stuff’. I do my best, but I keep feeling like I stepped in it constantly… like I’m running blindfolded through a cow pasture and keep hitting piles of shit. It’s a no-win either way.

That and last night was a major bummer.

Gretchen’s birthday was back in June. That being said, before it, in May, Elle King announced a new tour and lo and behold! She was going to be in Tampa at a very small venue, The Ritz in Ybor. We saw The Hu, a Mongolian Metal Band there back right before the COVID Lockdown in 2020. If you are unfamiliar with The Hu (pronounced ‘Who’) try this one for size:

Mongolian throat singing with metal and traditional Mongolian musical instruments… and another side note: The two string ‘guitar’ is a morin khuur which is the national instrument of Mongolia and is known as the “horse-headed fiddle”… in a few of their videos, you can plainly see the Swastika imbedded in the neck as it was originally intended to be, but freaks out the left so badly…

These guys are as awesome as you can imagine live as well. Funniest thing: NONE of them speak and English except the lead singer who’s main phrase was “FUCK YEEEEEAH!!!” which was hysterical…

Anyways, Elle King is like Gretchen’s favorite performer and I went and got tickets… not only that, they were the VIP tix with a ‘meet and greet’ after the show with Elle, and great balcony seats… I had gotten a couple of referral bonuses from People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, so I figured this would be Gretchen’s BIG birfday present.

Problem is she (Elle) had announced back in September she’s pregnant with kid #2. And last night she got so sick before the show they cancelled and took her to the E.R. Can’t blame them as she is preggers… Gretchen of course having gotten all dolled up was exceptionally down about it.

I hope she’s OK but fuck man.
Sometimes I can’t win I swear
What Mummy’s Tomb did I desecrate I keep wondering?

“(((They)))” said that the show would be rescheduled but to my mind? That shit ain’t happening in the next year or so period fucking dot. I mean let’s face it… the broad is (as I found out) six months gone… which means it’ll be a year plus before she can go back on tour, if ever.

And since they ‘postponed’ the show, it means I can’t get a fucking refund. Not until (((they))) cancel it.

Like I said.
I feel like I cannot win.

The only entertaining thing was I got an email with a scanned pic that MomUnit found while cleaning up her computer:

I have no idea who took it.
I do know that was me in Basic Training in early 1990
Reason I know is the guy with his hands on his helmet?
His pantlegs are rolled.

The only time ever that any of us did that in the Army was when we were in Basic Training. That and the metal table behind us, and the dude in the background with the ‘boothead’ haircut. Plus zero rifles in sight either…

No clue why I’m grinning like a fool…
Basic purely sucked.

And lastly, the Starlink?
The mounting kit I bought was insufficient. I have to return it, and I ordered a roof peak mount instead. That of course was damned near double the cost of the other mount… At least I have one thing going for me… which is my luck… which seems to always be slightly fucked up. Not terminally bad but juuuust enough bad as to be exceptionally annoying as fuck.

Gotta say I do at least appreciate the irony and consistency.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations
OK… sorry for the prolonged absence. Been really busy here getting things recovered from the Hurricane… as minor as the damage was, there still was and still is quite a bit of cleanup to do. After working a 8-10 hour day at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory so as to maximize my overtime as Head Commissar has authorized O.T. for me, then having to go out and do Mexican Work, i.e. “Manual Labor” cleaning up the yard and stripping off the destroyed Lanai, by the time I’m done, I’m fucking done.

Plus there’s other aspects I’m doing to insure maximum redundancy here at the Casa. Installing Starlink for one.

Since Elon The Great set the Starlink service to free until the end of the year, ($120 per month normally) Sapper and I both agreed to go ‘havlsies’ on the equipment. This in addition to seeing Elon The Great (no sarcasm) also knocked down the price of the gear as well, (we paid in total, including shipping $396.68, it normally being $600+/-) we figured that it’d behoove us to have a pretty much uninterruptable SatCom Internet hookup.

Nevermind it ALSO means I can finally get rid of the business internet line. And Sapper can get rid of his internet line as well… in total, the $275 (combined that is… $100 for Sapper’s, $175 as mine is a biddness line) saved is well worth the sunk cost, as even when Elon’s ‘free net’ runs out at the end of December, the normal is $120 a month anyway. I mean realistically, it’ll pay for itself in a short period of time… Win-Win IMO.

Add a couple of largish UPCs (Uninterruptable Power Supplies) to the PCs and the Starlink Router/Dish and BOOM!!! A net for all seasons…

Unless (((they))) (Leviathan) literally ‘break it’ (the Intahrwhebez backbone so to speak) intentionally at the server points.

We’ve also been working on the consumables.
Water too has been a big thing. Reloading the potable that we used, and recalculating the used amount so as to make sure we have enough-enough for the next potential shitshow. We normally have on hand 65 gallons of purified 5 gallon jugs worth of agua. 4 Days of no power and a lot of heat and exertion, and we went through more than I expected.

Part in parcel of these things concerning me is like oh so many others, is the upcoming (s)election, as well as the Middle Eastern Theater of each Bad Guy/Good Guy punching each other ad infinitum for the sake of the whole ‘pretend war thing’… Tonights activities in particular positively reeks of theatrical bullshit.

After all, General Smedley Butler said it best: “War is a Racket!”

That and other things…
One being I got word after the fact that my former Boss headed to what I consider ‘safer ground’… this Boss was in charge of me when I was in Iraq, and then shall we say guided me and or closely monitored me as we went to Afghanistan together a few years later? He’s a retired Gunnery Sergeant. I may or may not have mentioned The Gunny in the past… and yeah… Capital letters: “The Gunny”…. either way, he’s MAD Multilingual and used to work strictly as a “Embassy Marine” during his 25…30? years in the Corps… Not sure what else I can say, but let’s just say he recruited me, and is like a big brother to me.

He bailed to Wales about 30 days ago.

Granted his current girlfriend is Welsh… that being said however, if you had to pick ONE Area of Operations that’d be I dunno… to my analysis, it’s off the ‘normal chart’ that I (or anyone else would for that matter) would pick for “Bad Shit Happening” there… in fact, due to recent events, I’d say Wales is damned near an absolutely brilliant choice.

Despite being Oh-So-Close to being ‘theoretically British’ Wales is a wee bit of an oddball.

As you can see, It’s part of England, but not part of England

The reason(s) are multilevel.
Different Culture
Different Landscape (the SAS use the Welsh mountains as a ‘torture test’ to join their Regiment… it’s that fucking hardcore… look up “Brecon Beacons” to know of what I speak)
It’s harsh, cold and wet as fuck environment… Not one that most people willing want to live in if there are other options available…
However:
The biggest difference being they speak Welsh there.
Sounds stupid, but bear with me.

Wales is one of the few places that the injection of the Multicultural Imported Rapefugee Virus hasn’t really been able to ‘take hold’ in. The Main Reason Why?

Well…
Having been there myself, and having seen it, and having it inflicted on me personally? Let me tell you…. DeadDad while we were in ‘tourist mode’ driving our family around damned near (no joke!) suffered a nervous breakdown trying to interpret the road signs in Wales back in the day… The name of a Town there? The longest name of a town in Wales is Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, which is located on the island of Anglesey in northwest Wales.

It was forever immortalized by “Hanoi Jane” in ‘Barbarella’:

Damn
So yeah…
A couple of articles I read pretty much said that the -few- Apefrican “Immigrants” that got sent there… they didn’t really feel ‘welcomed’…reason being is that in response to this unwarranted and unwelcome importation of sub-90 IQ’d Australopithecines, the locals “went native” and only spoke Welsh to them, and refused to interact with them otherwise.

Stores ‘suddenly’ removed signage in English-English, shopkeepers refused to speak anything but Welsh… and considering that the Ubuntu Motherfuckers barely spoke English” this caused considerable consternation

“Learn the language or get the fuck out” seemed to be the Watchword of the Day… to the point even the “Authorities” couldn’t do much except offer a relocation to Londinistan or one of the other ‘occupied Territories’ which after having to deal with not only an incomprehensible possibly hostile Local Populous, the majority of them were more than happy to bail back to more friendly ground. I mean let’s face it, unless you’re born to it, the Welsh language is a motherfucker to learn, and apparently, there isn’t any Law or Rule (that I know of) that can force anyone to speak English in Wales….

So YAY for the Welsh.

Side Note: Unfortunately, I think it’s too late to implement the same idea in the family homeland of Eire… Gaelic would for certain cause a lot of the Invaders to fuck the fuck off, and keep fucking off if the choice(s) were to be made… I mean I only know a few words, and man, it’s not an easy Language by far.

Biggest Takeaway However: When The Gunny packs his shit and gets the Fuck out of Dodge, it’s time to seriously reevaluate your stocks, positioning and preparedness. He’s got this inherent inbred ‘survivalist’ thing going on… the guy has more lives than a cat… Lebanon in the 80s… Grenada… Iraq…. Afghanistan… just to name a few… When The Gunny heads for ‘high ground’, I sure as fuck pay attention.

So… as it is, I’m keeping my head on a swivel, loading mags, rotating stock and doing a lot of Praying… and that’s a Good Thing/Bad Thing. Me and the Big Jumpmaster have a relationship of sorts… I do my ‘thing’ and try to behave like a ‘Good Monkey’, and stay on the path He commands, and I try not to bug Him unless I think shit is getting waaaaay sideways… a sort of “You Do You” thing where I don’t blame him for anything as it’s His Plan and I’m just along for the ride, but if shit gets too thick I’m not beyond asking for a solid to get me through. His will be done either way, just that I ask that if I have to go, make sure it’s a good death worthy of a Warrior

What more can a Grunt ask for amiright?

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Had a leave of absence on Sunday. TBH I crashed out on Saturday night after eating some Arbys as we (meaning me) didn’t feel up to cooking. I went down hard.

And pretty much (with the exception of a few piss breaks) stayed in bed asleep until 0600 this A.M. I have a hunch it was a cumulative effect of all the stress from the past few weeks that just left me limp as a wrung-out dishrag.

I’ll tell you what though, I feel waaay better now that I got a wee bit caught up on the ZZZs. I notice as I’m getting older, I can keep pace with the “old Me” BUT eventually I have to do a “catch up day” so to speak where I just got into full on ‘hibernation mode’ and just short of high explosives, ain’t nothin’ getting me out of the rack. Sunday was one of -those- days I guess.

Now… since I’ve been out of the loop, I feel a bit better, and the day was exceptionally cool in that I got a care package from Terrapod, a frequent commenter and all around “Good People” sort of guy. He hooked me up with a laptop the last time the main computer went down, which kept this place operational, as well as giving me the ability to ‘go mobile’ and on occasion, he’ll send me some interesting things he finds around his workshop. (Said workshop in my mind is reminiscent of a Mad Scientists junk-room, considering some of the oddities he’s thrown my way)

Now, as I was saying, this package that came in today had something that I’ll classify as exceptionally fucking cool! and that I just have to share.

This item being a Carlisle Bandage Packet

It’s in mint condition

A very nice edition to the “Big Country Museum of War and Mayhem” I think. Now… the other side of the ‘can’:

It’s a ‘sardine’ style can, which has a pull/roll tab on the end:

Now… of course I did a deep dive into these, as I need to know what I have so to speak.

According to the research out there, to include several board discussions on just this item alone, the Carlisle bandage was originally developed in the 1920 at the Carlisle Barracks hence the name. The base at the time was the home of the Medical Department Equipment Laboratory, and the first brass tins were called “First Aid Packet – U.S Army.” The dressing itself had been around since the turn of the 20^th century, and during the first world war was sealed in a brass container to both protect its sterility from gas attacks and treat wounds in the field.

This particular one I -think- is pre-war manufactured as there are a couple of ‘tell tales’. Now when I say ‘pre-war’ I mean this one I’m pretty sure was made in April/May of 1941. My reasoning is that it is made of brass or copper, both metal(s) later becoming strategic metals, and no longer used in the bandage cases. The brass/copper can be seen on the back at the point where it looks like rust, but is actually the paint chipped away.

Also the “With Sulfanilamide” stamp on the back dates it post 1940, but pre-1942 when they changed the container over to a red color can, and got rid of the OD Green one:

Mind you, the info is ALL over the place, and confusing to even me. Either way, t’s a damned cool addition to the Museum. Terrapod thought it might be Korea/Nam vintage, but as soon as I saw it I knew exactly what it was, as I had been researching these already… I could tell it was a early 1940s WW2 Bandage mainly because in late 1943 and onward they totally ditched the metal container, and went with a heavy cardboard and plastic wrapped jobber…

Fortunately for Terrapod, they’re not that $$$ valuable however… roughly 40 million of these things were made. They currently run between $20-30 depending on who’s selling. They were the ‘Israeli Compress’ of it’s time, and used and sent ALL over the planet. On eBay even today you can find entire ten-packs of them in the original cardboard sleeve. I was actually looking to add one eventually to the collection, and thanks to him, I now have one.

Mind you this one is in WAY better shape than the majority out there that I’ve seen, so +1 Points on that fact. Yay Me/ and Terrapod for being so awesome for hooking me up!
A short video comparing then to now:

Pretty cool ‘stuff’ IMO.

Otherwise, we’re just sitting ’round here, kind of taking everything day by day. I no longer pay any attention to the national daily propaganda dump if I can help it. The Ministries of Lies and Propaganda are so completely out of their minds… and the whole thing makes me even more tired than I already am.

I will say this however:
No matter how things break, be it OrangeManBad or the Cumdumpster getting the ‘(s)election’ win, BOTH sides are going to lose their cotton-pickin’ minds. The only major problem is that one of those sides is absolutely delusional regarding the potential for violence and the implementation of said-violence. The “69th Intersectional Provisional People’s Political Militia” is not ready to handle a bunch of pissed off Good Ole Boys from Western North Carolina, I can gar-ron-damned-tee that these days… nevermind some other folks I know about…

A practical lesson awaits, in “Ye Olde Fucketh Aroundeth, Findest Outeth” levels that no one really wants to see happen, but probably will. My question stands is how far is Leviathan willing to go regarding that?

THAT right there is the million dollar question.

I’d say we’re only about two weeks from seeing things go sideways either way. Krainfeld is talking nukes, Head Izzyboi Nutjobyayhoo is doing dumb(er) shit in the Middle East the Iranians are being their usual selves, and the North Koreans have deployed upwards of (if true) 12,000 troops to get ‘trained and blooded’ to the Krain, which has the South Koreans shitting kimchi by the cubic meter. Everyone seems to have a screw coming loose in one form or another.

The Chinese Curse INDEED!
So More Later
Big Country