Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Courtesy of Dio:

Yepper…
That and courtesy of me and a bartender named Kristin:

It was a Looooooooooooooooooooong couple of days.
Never mind the fucking 14 hour drive…..
For -whatever- reason the drive from Tampa to Panama City was OMFG horrible… took a long minute. The road itself was fine, but traffic and -people- AKA “Boobus Americanus Retardus” seemed to be out in force.
Which of course had me acting like a raped ape.
Fucking 75mph Speed Limit? Doing 70mph in the fast lane on a two lane section of Highway!?! Makes me wish that a pair of 20mm Hood Mounted Oerlikon Belt feds that were triggered by a thumb switch on the shift-stick could be a reality…
The. Whole. Fucking. Way.
We had to put up with these assholes, until we hit Panama City, and I called ‘ENDEX’ (End Exercise)
We spent the night in a not-so-bad-not-so-good place…
Relatively Secure but nonetheless, having a carload of gear that I couldn’t unload without drawing MAD attention to it, I just had to make due. Either way, I slept light lightly as the fucking mattress was lumpier than a fat bitches ass… I figured since I literally parked the car right outside of our window, that in the OFF Chance –someone– broke into it, I’d be able to respond quickly and efficiently. Had my 669 on the nightstand…
Mind you the weapons DID all come inside the room.
I’m not fucking retarded.
BUT the bag w/my armor, vest and ‘other’ were still on board. Didn’t have a choice really… there were a LOT of ‘questionable eyeballs’ that I felt could have been a security risk IF we fully unloaded…. I was in the ultimate quandary… To ‘do’ or ‘not to do’… I rolled the dice, and thankfully won.
Now… after a rough night’s sleep, we mounted up and made incredible time. Like cut through Alabama in like an hour and a half… the Radar Detector was worth it’s weight in Gold I swear… I paid like $150 in Tennessee for it over a year and a half ago… it literally has paid for itself in NOT getting nailed for speeding… not that I-10 had any cops on it. Very surprising TBH. Not a cop in sight. Made it a pleasant, rather uneventful run.
Now…
We’re here. Had to get a hotel room at the Sheraton up the street from the hospital. Not to go into details but we’ll be here for most of a minute. Not great, but hey… it is what it is, what with changing plans and whatnot. Thing about us staying here is that currently (this weekend apparently) is that the Army is having a Senior Enlisted man’s conference here.
Which OF COURSE I had to get involved, leastways jaw-jacking with the NCOs.
Now… the icebreaker was a few of them had their Unit Affiliation as the 101st Airborne. For those of you who don’t know, troops can choose a unit they served in as their ‘lifetime/career time’ affiliation… that their ‘loyalty’ so to speak is to that unit. On the Class “A’s” or in this case, Dress Blues, they wear the Unit Identifier on the right front lower pocket…
I could see the 101st ABN Badge, which I used as an “opener” to get them talking, as they figured I was just another fucking civilian. Now… the guy I started talking to initially was wearing Command Sergeant Major’s rank.
My only Issue with this was my very own ‘normalcy bias’
This one ‘kid’ looked like he was wearing his dad’s uniform. No disrespect for the guy, but OMG… he was young looking AF.
That being said, his ‘fruit salad’ had alllllll the right ‘bingo badges’ and very few ‘bullshit badges’. High on the “Been There-Done That” stuff, and very few “I didn’t get the clap” ribbons. He was an M.P. with the 510th at Fort Campbell. When we started talking, I started by telling him that he probably knew my unit… I then showed him my Tat:

I got it back in the day, but had it re-inked when I got with Gretchen, as it was pretty faded.
This CSM, I’ll call him “X”, took one look and yelled out “Oh fuck!!!” Not a Rakkasan!!!!” as if it was some disease or something…
We both started laughing our asses off over it… we then started discussing our various “Been-There-Done-Thats” and had a couple of beers or dozen or so. He even allowed a pic of him and me, and in this case I told him I’d poast it, but ‘blank’ him as I didn’t want him affected by being on such a scurrilous and eeeeevil blegg like this:

Kid made me feel old
Granted he’s 44… but even then, during our trading stories, even HE said he takes shit for being a “Baby-Faced Sergeant Major” from both officers and other senior NCOs… I told him it’s just natural, as back when –I– was in the real Army that my CSM’s tended to be leathery, saddle-bagged faced Cigar Chomping “Stay The Fuck Off My Grass” types that that image? Unfortunately for him, he didn’t rate that sort of ‘feel’ or ‘vibe’. Either way, I told him flat out he should be proud as fuck from making rank in that time, and that from what he told me over beers, I would have loved to serve under a guy like him. Especially after I explained I had been Battalion thief back in the day… he was all like “Maaaan, I positively needed a guy like you!!!” and bemoaned that we’d never crossed paths…
Now the other CSM with them? OMG…
Bald, Bull necked, squinty eyed. Hard Looking AF
Guy looked like the central casting call for a CSM. He too, was a 101st Guy… used to be with the 327th… Of course I gave him shit about “Three-Two-Heaven” as we Rakks used to call ’em…
One funny thing was when I mentioned that I was better known as “Big Country” he told me that he’d heard of me… that I was well known in-country back in the day… seems that my support of his unit was well known. “YOU’RE Big Country!?!”
Yeah… I used to be pretty well known… soooo
Guess I have a fan…
Like I said tho… The kid??? Look at that rank o’ribbons… Been there, done much CSM? I’d say the fuck so! His Airborne wings were hidden by his collar BTW. For a baby faced boyo, -I’d- fight for him.
So, otherwise, we’re in the process of dealing with our shit here. It’ll all work out. Doc has been Epic per usual. And we’re just going to go through and do what’s needed to handle it.
Tomorrow I’ll touch on a few things RE: Moscow.
Only thing that -I – can draw from the whole fucking shit show is that it was the CIA. ISIS is, has been, and always will be a CIA front. The very fact that over two weeks ago there was a “alert” to American Citizens, in Russia, to avoid public gatherings as some shit may or may not happen at the aforementioned gatherings. File that in my mind as the Luciferian Requirement That “They” are going to do something, and if YOU fail to defend against it, the results are on you.
Consider that almost the entirety of the US DotGov and DotMil have been utterly and completely corrupted by -something-, be it Communism, Leninism, Marxism and or The Devil, then why in the hell wouldn’t we expect them to do something like this?
The Krainians are literally on their last legs, if not their last man/woman. They’re probably on their last missile, if not their last artillery shell. So much to the point that RUMINT from yesterday has the Frogs, Polacks and Krauts all sending an “unknown” amount of troops into the Krain under cover of darkness, and being stashed in Schools:

And thus
World War Three Begins
Not with a roar, but a creeping, slithering, sliding, sliming infiltration that the NATO powers hope will be unnoticed IF they get annihilated like all the others beforehand.
The fucking the interview with the Russians regarding the French was hysterical IMO, in there was a bit of a ‘mistranslation’ in the interview where the French translated the Russian Minister as saying “We don’t care” where the Russian was actually saying “We don’t give a fuck” WHAT the Gorf are threatening. Literally, to the Russians, the Gorf are, for all intents and purposes a joke and utterly inconsequential.
Thing is, the retards in charge have no idea as to the reality of things…. this is becoming moar and moar apparent to the “Normies” out there, but to hear it, and see it in real time, the ‘realpolitic’ if you will, is that the morons who are making the decisions out there, are making decisions that will have dangerous and long lasting potentially fatal secondary effects that they themselves will be sheltered from.
I.E. the shit they throw ain’t going to ‘spatter’ on them
And because of it, they don’t give a fuck.
Which means the potential fallout from these ‘impudent’ movements may very well spark a Larger and Nastier War that, while they may enjoy (as they’ll be sheltered from the worst effects) but that those of US who’re going to be potentially exposed, if not outright targeted, well then we got some bigger problems…
So, strap in…
On that note, I’ll leave you with a pic from the Rooftop Bar at the Hotel… it was gorgeous night, and I spent a few minutes reflecting and being thankful for everything, from My Beautiful Wife, to y’all, as well as my Chosen Family, to include Sapper, Cowboy and a few other select few, never mind my lovely Grans…

For all my bitching, I got it pretty fucking good…
It just takes a few moments of Zazen to realize that
More Later
Big Country
