Big Country Expat

Greetings and Salutations!
A moment to thank everyone who said a kind word of support about last night… I was really down in the dumps. I appreciate it. Now? Well first off…

A wee bit of humor:
https://nicecrew.digital/objects/1bd22c68-c837-48d7-abfc-96d1524d52f9
Fuck it… it made me laugh

North Carolina:
Things are getting wilder there now…

Breaking: Reports that a FEMA director who was acting arrogant and denying aid to #NorthCarolina flood victims was BEATEN by local residents

The incident occurred 20 miles south of #Asheville

— Retro Coast (@RetroCoast) October 4, 2024

And the reason for it?
No hard evidence but the general story is Mr. Director from Virginia got shitty with a woman and her three lil kids and wouldn’t let them get any water/food or supplies. She melted down and this asshole was all smug about it…

The local men didn’t like that much.
“That’s an asswhuppin’!!!”

Personally, I’d go for hanging, but I’ll get into that more in a few…

And then this happened:

The link to that is HERE

The Volunteers in Question are members of the Florida Guard, which has recently ‘revitalized’ under DeSantis. It’s a formalized State Militia. The Governor deployed the Special Missions Unit up there to assist with getting stuff Floridians out and do general Search and Rescue.

A quick aside: I got a call from them today, the Guard that is. I applied waaay back when it first started getting re-established. Never heard back so hey, it is what it is. I guess someone went through the old applications and I got a call, so we’ll see where that leads me.

But back to the story. They confirm ALL the stories we’ve been getting. So because of all of the bad press, it seems a lot of the Local Sheriffs and State Police, who up until now were trying to play ball with FEMA, have decided that “Nope, Homie don’t play that!”

Breaking 🚨 🚨 🚨
NC State police issue statement that they will start arresting any federal employees trying to stop or hinder rescue operations 💪🇺🇲🇺🇲

— Cpt O, Joseph O'Shaughnessy, CCG 🇺🇸🇺🇸 (@CPTOshaughnessy) October 4, 2024

Despite the Fact Check, too many other sources confirm this.
Sooo
A lot to unpack here.
From my POV?
ALL of this is being done willfully and intentionally.

This (again) begs the Question:

WHEN exactly does it become acceptable for Americans to decide that “enough is enough” vis-a-vis the ENTIRITY of the North Carolina debacle?

When do ‘normies’ decide to fight?
(that answer is probably going to be “NOT!”)

As I mentioned before in other poasts that it’s now blatantly obvious that -something- untoward is happen, far and beyond the “normal new idiocy” that we’ve become accustomed to regarding the actions of our >inserts sarcastic laugh here< “munificent” DotFedGov fuckers.

The very fact that the offer of a ONE TIME paltry $750 for a payout is beyond insulting. Especially in light of the 8.7 billion to the Yids, and 8.6 billion to that sanctimonious lil faggot Krainfeld… and then to tell the rest of the country “Sorry guys, FEMA’s Broke!”

That in itself is highly sus.
The 4th Quarter ENDED October 1st and normally the DotGov ‘coffers’ refill.

Where’s the money Mayorkas?

And then, the very fact that low level midwit fucktards have been interfering in the “real work” that ‘non-sanctioned’ groups have been doing, and doing fucking well infuriates me at a core level that I forgot I had.

My rage as of late is so bad that I have recently thought that the best way -someone- could contribute is to go down there with a good scoped hunting rifle in the ubiquitous 30-06 caliber, and start ‘working their way through’ the assholes in the FEMA vests to start with.

Case in Point:
That soon-to-be-X Fire Chief, Dustin Waycaster of Lake Lure who demanded that the free-flying Rescue-Ranger Chopper Jockey cease and desist DESPITE his overwhelming success rate in his previous rescues and threatened to arrest and impound his bird?

My question:
Why is he (the ‘chief’) still alive?
Why is his dwelling still standing?
Why is his family still alive?

Hard times call for DRASTIC Measures. I’m not, per se, calling for any violence against this miserable toolbag fucktard nor his domicile or fam…. HOWEVER, I AM all about questioning his current apparent good fortune in these trying circumstances… That he, who, in truth as the “Lead Asshole in “Incompetence on Parade”? is still drawing O2???…. and that HIS domicile is untouched as is his job???

If I had my druthers, this fuck and his extended family would be impoverished, shamed (and named as I did) and tarred and feathered. (kids under 15 exempt)

With EXTREMELY hot tar
Work that one out Chief.
FAFO
and
BFYTW

So: When/What becomes the ‘breaking point’?
My own kin are there.
In Morganton and Hendersonville
My #2Gran and her Dada are (thankfully) in Kingsport TN out of the ‘cone of shit’ so to speak… she’s good, but if things go even MOAR stoopid???

I was the primary Logistician for KBR who used to plan our convoys in and out of Hamur Gate in Jordan into Iraq with ALL the boolits/beans/boots for MNF-I back in the day so to speak… to include security, which meant gun trucks/helos/CASEVAC/MEDVAC and Apaches on standby IF needed

I was told to fuck off when I tried to get on board in NC
W. T. F.
Now, let me give you this posit:

Thesis: The Current Occupational jewish run Cabal is INTENTIONALLY UNWILLING to assist Heritage Americans in a traditional voating block ‘area’ that is normally opposed to the Current Ruling Junta. This is a willful and intentional as well as a probable treasonous act punishable under NORMAL circumstance by death. This is part of a BIGGER plan I think that I’ll get further into.

Antithesis: The Current Occupational jewish run Cabal is UNABLE to assist Heritage Americans in a traditional voating block ‘area’ that is normally opposed to the Current Ruling Junta, due to inefficiency and general lack of ability, hence rather than admit this, they threaten and cajole moar-capable individuals with punitive damages (arrests and the like) in order to maintain their tenuous grip on power. They cannot (due to current regime instability) allow ANY non-DotGov organization to ‘show them up’ It also funnels money to their ‘prefered providers’ who in turn give a portion of the shekels back to them in the form of Grafted Campaign Donations.

Synthesis: The lower-tier agents of The Current Occupational jewish run Cabal start “vanishing” mysteriously in the night. FEMA vest wearing civilians are the initial ‘missing’. As time progresses (quickly mind you) Local collaborators such as the Lake Lure Fire Chief are found hanging from light poles outside of their houses in the A.M., with their immediate family just fucking -gone- in that they took the fucking hint IMO and GTFO of Dodge. No one in the immediate area will acknowledge nor deny/confirm ANYTHING as they know that they may be next on the list…. (This might happen, but I’m getting to the point)

“The best place to hide a murder victim/corpse is on a battlefield”
Jes’ Sayin’

“Mostly peaceful extrajudicial killings” is what CNN would call them IF it was THIER fucktards doing such drastic performative measures. However, expect the “REEEEing” of the slaves and leftards will be overwhelming…

As would the severity of the backlash from Leviathan.

The term favored back in the wild days of the 80s and 90s in Central America was “Right Wing Death Squads”. Got a hunch that would very quickly make a MAJOR comeback as it’s been out of style since the Regan Years and the Contras and Nicaraguans. It also plays very well to the Insane Demonically Possessed on the Left…

HOWEVER:
Part of my ‘conspiracy sensor’ is pinging that this is exactly what they want people to start doing. The majority Stakeholders who’re the ones who’re actually at the top of the Food Chain so to speak are relatively untouchable and inured to the fallout that may happen. The ones who’d be, and are probably being evaluated right now for localized action, are ultimately disposable.

Their absolutist attitude that those ‘lower level bureaucrats’ are ultimately -disposable- non-consequential pawns for them to utilize at their Satanic whims. They (the Leadershit) won’t mind, ‘cos they (the Pawns) don’t matter so to speak.

“You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs”

That being said, I’m sure that the Director who just got a “pavement shave” would stand to think otherwise.

In fact this is the core element.
IF FEMA-Fedibois start either disappearing, or being found dead, the current Cabal would I think, GLEEFULLY respond by declaring Martial Law initially, and when the resultant outcry reaches a fever pitch, declare a National Martial Law Emergency and suspend the fucking (s)election indefinately.

I mean despite the glowing reports of how the SideWhore is doing oh-so-well and beating OrangeManBad in a blowout, IRL they know their collective asses are fried. THAT I think is going to be the October Surprise.

The only other Idea I think is that Hillary Killeroid Clinton let something slip the other day about an October Surprise involving the SideWhore… Any time that Demon-in-a-Pantsuit opens her mouth, (provided she’s not drunk) she usually lets some infonugget out that bears further examination.

Considering how pissed of Her Herness was shunted off and closed out from “Her Turn” watching what she’s up to might let I peek into the possibilities that I’m thinking about… I.E. a lone MAGAnut taking out the current DemoncRatic candidate? I mean we’ve already had what appears to be two attempts on the Golden Golem… I truly wouldn’t put -anything- past them at this point.

They have to do -something-

Ancient Chinese Curse:

“May You Live in Interesting Times”

I’d say we got that shit covered Aye?
So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Whew.
This’s been a stone cold motherfucker of a week. I really appreciate all the commentary on last night’s poast. Dude who mentioned Diphtheria gets a BCE Gold Star for that one… I like completely forgot the TDAP series…

Then again, it’s a motherfucker to keep track of ALL the fucking chems they want to inject into us, the majority of which are done when we’re wee babes without the ability to have a fucking say in it…

And to see just what I’m on about, HERE is the link for the CDC’s “recommended vaccination schedule for ages 0 to 18” in PDF format.

It’s literally fucking fifteen pages!!!!!

Any wonder why autism has gone utterly insane in the past ten plus years or so?

True Story:
Spawn#1 hated doctors visits as a wee lad. To the point of having meltdowns. Rationale was he associated the Docs with ‘hurty stuff’ as when he’d been forced to be examined multiple times as a tot, some of which were somewhat unfortunately painful visits for him. Lots of XRays and poking and prodding. The fucking DotMil Clown OBGYN who delivered him put a heart monitor needle in his lil nugget as he was crowning, but did it –poorly-.

He ended up with a hematoma on his squash that didn’t go away. Instead it fucking calcified. And because of the Quackery, as he was growing the first few years, we had to take him to DotMil Hospitals regularly to monitor the calcification to make sure it wasn’t on, nor blocking any growth plates which would have been a thing of badness.

Nope… in the long run, by the time he was 4, the croakers cleared him. However because it calcified? One Light Bird Doc told me that the almost 2×3 inch size of the calcification was almost 6-8mm thick. Told me “When you say that boy is hard headed, he well and truly is! That much bone would probably stop a 230 grain .45 slug.”

As I used to tell him, if he ever got in a fight hand to hand, lead with the right and duck down. Let his opponent crash their paw on that fucking thing… The kid is literally and physically thicker than me in the head…

Anyways, since he was hyper sensitive to the Docs, and was the X (she had ‘needle issues’) he was usually pretty fucking spooked every time we had to do the “Doc Thing”. This went on only for a while until I got a gig being the Desktop Support Geek at a Major Medical Hospital Company in Boston and the surrounding burbs.

The job itself was cool.
Lots of good folks working there, and as a guy who had been used to full time medical coverage for free for ten plus years, the “sticker shock” at the civvie Med Market shocked my socks off. Until I got this ‘golden gig’ which included a cover-to-cover Gold Level free health plan for myself AND the fam. Needless to say, I found out who the best fucking Pediatric Doc was at my location. His practice was closed however, as he is/was the fucking best.

Or maybe I should say it WAS closed until I activated my Dark Jedi Spec-4 Mafia Powers… Being the IT Geek, I had full permissions for ALL IT Shit in the building. Doc Lev had, up until we came along, (we were a contract company hired to maintain and upgrade their woefully ancient computer network(s) had been downloading and playing his favorite Napster Music on the work PC… until we locked everything down. (‘Member Napster??? OMFG I’m old-old-old!!!)

Knowing this, and his wants/needs/desires, I “made him and offer he couldn’t refuse.” That was that I couldn’t unlock Napster or any other site like that, however I gave him superuser permissions (after consulting with my boss and the network geeks who knew the score) to be able to manually upload his music via USB, and play it.

Yeah, we even locked down USB slots… I think we were early adopters of that because of HIPAA. No one else in the entire place had the abilitie that I gave him, and I put him under the “Omerta” for it… Let me tell you, Grateful?

After this, Doc Lev was my BFF for life.

And because of this great “dope deal”? When it came time to ‘handling’ Spawn#1 for his second round of shots?

First of all, he (Doc Le3v) totally listened to me regarding my concerns about the preservative Thimerosal. Mercury based, and considering what we’ve found out about Big Pharma since? Maaan, I’m fucking glad I was so fucking paranoid. Back then, I wasn’t about to let -anyone- shoot a multi-batch shot like the TDAP into my kids. My reasoning is there’s pretty good evidence that THAT is what is causing the spike in the Autism…

Second, He unofficially agreed with my (and many others) hypothesis, and told me “He had it covered”

Lev set it up that instead of the heavy preservative laden single needle shot, he went and got the individual quick-to-expire shots for us. Did the same for Spawn#2 which is why I -think- they’re not retarded other than being damaged from being my kids right?

Now mind you, yes. 3? or 4 shots instead of one?
Yeah…
That was a bit of suck, however, Lev hit Spawn so quickly he (Spawn) didn’t realize it was multiple needles because the initial ouchie was all he got. Lev went even so far as to do a heavy topical rubdown before shooting him of Lidocaine. Not much more really that could be done, but boom! Over with and done.

Now, the reason Doc Lev was the best?

We had a ‘regular follow up appointment’ a couple of weeks? months? after the ‘shooting gallery’… I believe Spawn was 4? and #2 the daughter was like 6 months or so… Spawn was a naturally garrulous and inquisitive lad… the X used to call him “Mister Mayor” because he was always ‘glad-handing’ motherfuckers and introducing himself… charming lil dude TBH.

Well… I was at work, so I waited for the Fam to show up. Spawn#1 was reeealy quiet. Very unlike himself. We all went into Doc Lev’s exam room, and once the preliminaries were done, Spawn asked is a quiet sort of hesitant voice “Doctor Lev, do I hafta get any shots today?”

Lev who TBH I –never– knew what to expect from him, as he was a quirky cool as fuck medic, looks at Spawn, and with a deadly serious voice said: “Well Spawn, I think I have to check with my shoe on that!”

The X and I both were baffled and it was obvious by the looks on our faces. Undeterred, Lev took off his loafer and shook it. A small folded piece of paper fell out. It floated to the floor, where on, Lev snatched it up, gave it to Spawn, and asked if he could read it.

Mind you, Spawn was sooooo far ahead in reading ALL due to the X and her work it was insane. Spawn was at like a fucking first to second grade level at four fucking years old. BOTH kids were waaaay ahead like that…

So, Spawn, also baffled at this point that this obviously deranged Doc was up to something, carefully unfolder the paper… and started trying to figure out the words printed on it in big, clear Black Sharpie Marker… He figured it out, and read out to us:

“No…. Shots… For… Spawn…… To…day!”

Which IMO was probably one of the fucking coolest and most humanitarian things I’ve EVER seen in person that a Pediatrician do for a lil kid.

Spawn of course was overjoyed at this “Shoe-Message”

Fuck…
Good memories…

I was going to rant about shit, but, per usual, I got sidetracked, so I’ll leave the header for tonight’s wannabe Blegg. How I got here? Got no fucking clue… well… I -do- and that is that I miss my fucking kids.

A Lot
It’s my own fault, and I can’t really blame them, but it still sucks, especially since not only have they gone no contact, but they have so much… I dunno… Fuuuuuuck… I got to stop as I didn’t want a BCE Pity Party…

Especially in light of just how shitty things are in NC right now.

Sorry about that.

It’s part of the header… a LONG and STRESSFUL week.
Worried about Adriana
Worried about NavyBro and his shytteshow in Hendersonville
Worried about the (s)election if we even have one
Worried about “Have I done enough?”

Like I said.
FUCK.
‘Tis a good enough word for tonight.

I’ll leave it at that. Hope you got a giggle out of Doc Lev’s shenanigans… I have no idea where he ended up, but no matter what, I wish him nothing but happiness and peace for what and how he provided for me and mine.

More Later
Big Country

Greetings.
OK… Everything is currently is an “On Hold Status” for me.

Now, I cannot confirm nor deny this intel:

However: BIL (Gretchen’s Lil Brother) ‘NavyBro’ works at a significantly large hospital in the Area. He and his are fine for now. He’s been in steady contact with Gretchen which is highly unusual in that he as I’ve told you gang before is he is not a ‘demonstrative’ kind of Lil Brother. Rather stoic IMO, however he’d say otherwise. He’s very much a ‘grunt’ if you will. Solid guy too….

He’s also been calling and updating Mom and Dad with the daily Intel Dump from his part of NC… seems on his way into work, he has to navigate around the corpses of folks who still haven’t been recovered in the area. The general consensus is there’s bigger issues that need to be dealt with…deal with the wounded NOW and the dead as we go… Triage to the Extreme…

Now… cannot confirm nor deny, but according to him, (relayed by Mom and Dad) that today there was a shooting at ‘Big Hospital INC’. No real details other than he was fine, and the place was in lockdown. I asked WiscoDave, Herschel, Wirecutter and a bunch of others to open up their ears and see if they heard/saw anything…

WiscoDave sent me a screenshot of a local asking for “…more info to follow” from the Henderson NC PoPo. Doc reached out directly to the fuzz, who said that “….Hendersonville police department “confirmed” that there is no active shooter activity within City Limits.”

Which then leads me to:
What about outside city limits?

If there was ever going to be a lockdown on negative info, this’d be the time for damned certain. Like the FIRST Story that broke about a ‘team’ of Venezuelan Illegals who got busted for looting after the Hurricane…” Link HERE

Which as the night wore on, and I kept reaching out, there was a story from another ‘local news affiliate’ in the immediate area that posted about possibly three lynched illegal corpses that were found with “LOOTER” placards around their necks!!!!

I.E> fucking -some folks- caught the Goblins, and rather than call the PoPo, got out the rope, and did like they used to do… Namely the “Multi-S’s” (Shewt/Shovel/Shuddup)

It was a quick ‘microburst’ headline with a quick description that said “This is a breaking story” that I noticed and before I could even get a snapshot/snip of it, and when I jumped tabs to try and get a cross reference, when I went back?

The story was fucking gone!!!

Got me a hunch -someone- slipped that one past the censors.

I mean stuff like that is liable to give people ideas.

Wrong from their POV but perfectly acceptable in mine.

I mean talk about absolute shit-gratitude.

Come here, and fuck over the natives?
Steal their shit when they’ve lost everything!?!
And then think that they’d be protected!?!
Oh yeah…
Those fuckers get more in EBT than I make in 4 months, and yet these degenerate burrito goblin chicken fuckers have the audacity to go out and fucking loot???

Yep.

Tell you what, got me a hunch a huge number of those patchouli smelling “no human is illegal” hipsters in Asheville are having a true “Come to Jesus” moment about now….

Jes’ Sayin’

Myself, I would have done the Ole ‘One-Two’ on them before I strung ’em up. Cut off their ‘pinto package’ and stick in their mouths riiiight before I kick the stool out… see which happens first… death by slow strangulation, or bleeding out from having their cock n’balls crudely chopped off? And yeah, under these trying times? You bet that noose would be set to ‘strangle’ and not ‘break the vertebrae’

Because fuck them.
After the first time, it’s no longer a Hate Crime.
It’s just business.

Now… looking for me to go out and operate under these particular conditions?

Gretchen told me if I stay home, she’s cool with it.

Another part of MY personal problem(s) is/are IF I were to go, I’d at this point want to be geared for maybe Baghdad, if not Fallujah. Vest, mags, Helmet, the usual… Low ride holster w/my Glock, my AR rigged for CQB, and a plethora of ‘other’ stuff that I found oh so comforting in austere conditions.

Most of which would most assuredly NOT be allowed on a civvie commercial aircraft… like smoke for marking LZs and riot control grenades and the like… never mind live rounds.

I mean the shit is allowed but the airlines and the TSA (Thousands Standing Around) make it such a fucking pain…

The last time I had to travel with weapons was a fucking nightmare. One I just as soon never have to repeat… The fucking fag at the bag check positively wee’d on himself when I opened the Pelican case. Like full on soiled his britches…

And this was just a simple AR.
Standard 16in collapsible stock PSA ‘poors’ if you will, with 7 unloaded mags, with ammo secured in original boxes in another Pelican, with my Glock doing the same. exact. thing.

The way this faggot reacted?
You would have thought I was there to kill him, and everyone else in sight, despite my travelling on DotMil orders. Fucker even called like 4-5 Mass State Policemen over, who’re about as close to IRL Gestapo looking motherfuckers as you can find, with the same attitude, who literally surrounded me while I proved the weapon was empty and on a dry chamber.

It sure as hell was… I had it torn down, and the bolt tucked in it’s own niche as I expected some treatment like this. Even then it took ten fucking minutes to explain to ALL the faggots (yes, cops included) that the having the bolt outside of the rifle made it incapable of firing… goddamned the aggregation of IQ points there was lower than a 20watt bulb… I can only imagine if I had one of my newer ‘tricked out’ savage looking camo’d SBR w/Husher and all the other ‘toys’ on it (the PEQ and such) was in the case, and the reaction to that…

Gah!

Bring on the Sweet Meteor of Death I swear…

So that’s where I’m at. I don’t want to show up looking like the Second or Third Coming of Blackwater (never worked for them BTW) but still, I’ll be damned if I’m going to go there to a be a Lamb for the Slaughter.
So anyways…
Lots of Rumors, but good firsthand RUMINT

Strap in.

My reasoning for this commentary is this particular shitshow is a perfect test case in Microcosm Form of a “Civilizational Wipeout/Disaster Scenario”. It’s happening In Real Time in an area that’s absolutely being known historically for being notoriously clannish and self reliant.

It’s part of the reason we got fucked out of getting custody of Adriana. We were outsiders… from “Goddamned Florida” no less…

IF things go full on Dystopian there and now as it is, just imaging just how fucked the rest of us are in a similar set of circumstances… Here in Tampa proper? The fucking Niggers off of Sligh and Nebraska would be eating each other within a week after they get done eating everything still moving/fresh in the Lowery Park Zoo…

Yeah… think on that…

These are some of the tightest clannish Americans out there… and yet the wheels are starting to come off.

And I just spoke to NavyBro personally. Like just a second ago when I went to get a beer…

He confirmed the shooting in the ER today. Seems that the Hospital has become the ‘hub’ for gang related drug activity’ as it’s open 24-7, relatively safe, and the Cops are too busy dealing with the ‘regular insanity’ than to deal with some junk scoring/dope dealing. Except in this case, it was a ‘turf thing’ between two dealers. No one kil’t, but it has been unoffishully discounted as “That never happened despite the security tapes showing otherwise.” by the Big Hospital INC and County/Town Bosses.

He also told me that the morgue –is– completely out of space, and they’re racking and stacking the body bags in two reefer Tractor Trailers out back. Most of the stiffs are unidentified at this time. Which leads me to the most important part of tonight.

This’s possibly most importantly part of this here bitchfestivus for ALL of us who consider ourselves ready for a LOT of this kind of shit? While talking to MomUnit today, she pointed out to me, and the idea had completely fallen off my radar but the biggest thing that has yet to come up? This BIGGEST Threat YET mind you is

DISEASE

Try Cholera
Try Tuberculosis
Try Malaria

Lots of Water
Lots of Insects
Lots of Heat
Lots of Time

Add on the 20,000 unvetted untested illegal immigrants from all over the fucking place? All it takes is ONE non-presenting illegal who either shows up at the Emergency Room who’s non-presenting OR in an even worst case scenario, is a carrier of say, Bubonic Plague.

Even worse? Say said Burrito Goblin unfortunately died in the storm surge. His/Her carcass has been now floating around in the ‘stew’ of the receding waters for the past week… Rats, being rats feast on said-stiff, and OOF! Rats eat dead mo’fo, rats get fleas that get “The Plague” from the Rats, and the fleas jump to the cats/dogs/hoomons whathaveyou.

Lo and Behold, the latest episode of “The Black Death, Part Three… This Time You’re Dead” is off and doing a wide open run until everyone is dead or past the period of infection.

If y’all remember, riiiight before the COVID horseshit, I was supposed to go back overseas. Now, at the time there was no Nottavax requirement. However, I did have to get my ‘boosters/re-shots’ of a LOT of the disease preventatives. I specifically went deep on “the list of recommended shit”, and got it done through the Hillsborough County Public Health Center at like zero cost.

I got what I called the “African Plan” as it’s the most comprehensive. These included:
Hepatitis A
Hepatitis B
Tetanus
Typhoid,
Meningitis
Malaria
Polio
and Yellow Fever.
I didn’t get any flu vax, nor did I get the Chikungunya nor Chicken Pox vax as the chikun one I think is bullshit, and I already had the Pox as a kid. Twice no less.

A harder one to come by is the Cholera Vax, as it’s an oral taken 2x times, and rare in that there ain’t a lot of it around. It’s also relatively new, with the latest variant (as far as I know) being from 2013. DiveMedic or Aesop can chime in if they know better (which they probably do…)

I just know I went and got everything I could as a ‘just in fucking case‘ as I knew shit was sideways in early 2020. MomUnit was dead-nuts on about that… something I’m sure that 90% of you ALSO overlooked… God love her as do I… she does have some great and brilliant insight occasionally.

And now? Seeing the way things are going right now?

I highly recommend researching if not actually getting ‘rigged up’ Vax wise in case of extreme sporkiness. Allllll them fucking preps ain’t worth fuck-all if you die from a microbe Aye? Best “git ‘er dun” or face the potentially horrific consequences. The majority of these vaxxes are well known and time tested. THEM I’d trust. Anything else?
Notsomucho.
Again, Jes’ Sayin’

So, More Later
Big Country

Greetings!
OK… so here we didn’t get hit with shit.

That being said, now having seen just how fucking bad the western side of North Carolina is, as well as East Tennessee? Oh damn…

To start with, Miss Daisy is OK.

She had to evacuate.
She’s currently at her Pastor’s house along with some others as they have their own well that did not get affected (as of now). I’ll be damned if I don’t look at headed up there to help though.

We also heard from BabyDaddy, and Addy and him, and the rest of the kinfolk are good in Kingsport. The damages are south of Johnson City.

That being said, I’ve now taken into account the real time damage? Oh Holy Shit! I’ve been watching videos of how it’s private folks who’re going in and doing everything from Helo Operations, to search and rescue.

I’m going to talk to the Operations Commissar… I just have -issues- sitting back on my ass. I have a 4 day window of “Vacation” left to me on this year that I was saving, but shit like this?

I hate sitting around
There is zero fucking excuse for NOT deploying elements of the 82nd nor the 101st! I mean FFS we deploy our troops to ALLL the foreign disasters and yet NOW? Fuck Posse Comitatus. That’s a law dealing with keeping the Active Military out of policing duties.

We need to get some folks in there NOW

I need ANYONE with info/intel and or contacts to get me some Points of Contacts for this. I’ve got Helo Operations (establishing LZs, marking them, guiding birds and the like) and also setting up Logistics Chains in <ahem> austere conditions. Shit like this…

…which is why now I’m having issues with not to be packing up and helping. Looks like I got my work cut out for me for the next few days…

Just like it’s been here for the past couple.
Any suggestions on just -how- to do this?
I’d have to probably ‘Greyhound’ in as close as I can with what I can carry on my back. We only have the one car, so that’s also a wee bit of an issue… Please let me know soonest ANY and ALL Ideas for this…

Half Brained?
Probably
As my Buddy Chuckie would have said “Another one of your Hair-Brained Ideas BC… noble, but dumb…. one of these days, that’s gonna kill you.”

Boone and Chimney Rock, as well as Biltmore Village seem to be in the worst shape. I’ll be looking to head that way if I get clearance. I’ll also be updating as I go. Any suggestions, support, transportation and/or telling me any and all advice would be appreciated.

Call it my ‘Hero Complex”

I hear cries for help, especially in an area that welcomed me and mine during a really bad time while fighting for Addy, so I just have to do something… and ‘thoughts and prayers’ just ain’t gonna fucking cut it.
Time to Sound “Boot and Saddles”
Dammit.
More Later
Big Country

Greetings!
Nope. No long poast.
Seems I counted mah chikinz before the whole storm thang was over. Not that this’s really storm damage per se.

Nope.
This gets defined as ‘universal karma-payback’

Made us all a really awesome dinner tonight. Pan seared scallops in butter, with fresh squeezed lemon juice, with a titch of kosher salt and fresh ground pepper, with a final dash of Aleppo Pepper to finish.

Add on a pound of shrimp stir fried bare in half a stick of butter?
With ‘taters au gratin?

Love my cooking…
So does Sapper and Gretchen.
This was Herness’s request. I made the mistake of asking what she wanted for dinner as opposed to my usual “This’s what we’re having!” like it was back in Momma Sarge’s Kitchen at the DFAC back in the day.

“I want scallops and shrimp!”

<Le Grumble>

I know a shit test when I see one, so I called the bluff.

Which in my hubris (having just got paid) I shelled out the $20 for a pound of the scallops. The shrimp are always on hand here at the house though, as Publix has them peeled, deveined, and shelled on sale BOGO on the regular, and it’s a crowd favorite, so there’s always a couple of pounds of frozen sea-crickets in the deep freeze.

BUT

After we ate, I went to clean up the dishes…

And I -think- because of my Hubris in actually getting an expense by my standard dinner, as well as my casual blow of of the Nothingburger Hurricane, as it’s been called locally “Half-Assed Helene”, that bitch Nemesis showed up in the form of my 20 year old In-Sink-Erator shitting the bed.

Like completely.

Which, considering a full load of ‘was supposed to be washed dishes’ in the dishwasher, and all of this evenings cleanup to do?

<Le Sigh>

It was off to Home Depot to get that almost over sale price on a replacement:

No idea why it’s still on a “Labor Day Sale” but add on the what is it? 10%? 15% “Thank Me For My Service” discount? Yep. Carried my happy ass right over and picked on up.

Of course so much for ‘discretionary cash’ until next pay period.

Again, with feeling: <Le Sigh>

Hence tempting The Fates, The Gods, Jehovah, Allah (PBUH), Teh Flying Spaghetti Monster and/or Zenu if you so choose…

Best not fuck around like I did the other night, lest you find yourself in my shoes. I got it installed and tested (as in ran the motor, so that’s a ‘go’) BUT The piping is a wee bit too short, so I have to wait for the Zon to deliver a flex-pipe at 7am to finish the job.

My back is sore AF, and my shoulders are screaming at me… granted, the damned thing only weighs like 5, maybe 6 pounds, but… laying on your back, half-on/half-off the fucking kitchen cabinetry, while holding the fucking ‘thing’ in one hand, over your squash, while you try to use the other to get the locking ring in place?

Yeah…

Under normal circumstances, I’d say ‘hard pass’

BUT
Ya gotta do, what ya gotta do.
All I can say is thank GOD for all the experiences I had Obamarigging shit and doing HVAC/Plumbing/Building Repair/Generator Servicing and a whole other plethora of useful shit in Iraq and Affy that has saved me a HUUUUUGE amount of money over the years…

So, at least I got that going for me.
So More Later
Big Country

Greetings Everyone
Been taking a few days off as I just cannot keep up with the Bullshit Spin that keeps coming out. That includes tonight’s “hurricane” Helena.

According to ALL the news sources, Sapper, Gretchen and I have already died when this CAT -Whatever- storm ripped through and left a smoldering wreck of my entire A.O.

Who the fuck writes shit like that!?!

Fucking Punjab the Streetshitter is my own guess.
(Say the headline w/a Punjabi Accent and you’ll see what I mean)

Fear Not, We’re fine (so far so as to not tempt the Fates/God(s) whathaveyou). Everything is cool. My only issue and I’ll do a longer poast in the A.M. is that I’m off to ‘recover’ from this ‘trauma’ that Helena inflicted on us, so I’ll have some time.

So far we’ve had a literal 4 second ‘blink’ of power.

That’s it.

And the UPS kept the Internet and PC connected, so the only bitch there was having to reset the clock on the microwave and the stove. That and running out of beer…

So traumatic!
(The beer thing leastways)

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
OMG.
Gretchen started crying when she saw one of y’all sent her a replacement Mermaid set… Please DM me at the BCE187th @ proton email so’s I can personally thank you.

You also get points for getting my ass out of a sling LOL

So, got home today after the shindig with not only the Commissars, but the Premier himself showed up! And as one or two of you might have mentioned, Gretchen was her usual charming self and hoo boy. I’d say the morning went well.

It didn’t hurt that we were exactly 10 minutes late… the fashionable kind IMO… However, you wouldn’t have known it the way the rest of the Politburo had already hit the Chow Tables and Omelet Station…

I mean FFS, y’all are the high paid mo’fo’s here… let us Proles in first if’n you would aight?

But nope, they were packing the rows, and in the meantime, due to our fashionable intransigence, finding a place to sit was somewhat troublesome. That in the way that there were only ‘onesy-twosey’ chairs left, i.e. no ‘couples’ seating left… meaning no two chairs next to each other, nor directly across…
EXCEPT
The Premier’s Table.
The Head Table as it was
With The Premier and his Wife seated at it…
As well as with his son, the General Secretary, and his wife and kids seated there as well.
There were two, count ’em two seats left facing each other.

Gretchen grabbed our placeholders and said “The better to schmooze my dear.” and set them at those two remaining chairs. Myself, I was a bit put off by the casual effrontery as I am, realistically really low on the Totem Pole.

I think the best way to change that descriptor (after today especially) is to say was really low on Ye Olde Totem Pole… as it looks like things are starting to look a Hell of a lot better after the Charm-Offensive Gretchen put on…

In fact, it went so well that the H.R. Commissar, who from what I can tell would be better serving in a capacity with us as fertilizer at/in the Glorious Tractor Factory’s garden/testing-ground, utterly refused to acknowledge nor meet my gaze THE ENTIRE TIME!

THAT made the trip well worth it.

As soon as things wrapped up, we bade farewell, with a promise that we’d attempt the trip for the Christmas Party in December… I’ll have to see… time/$$$/and other things… Afterwards however, I met up with my bro, one of my BFFs, the guy who got me the job to begin with, The (former) IT Commissar, who has now been elevated to a much higher posting, namely the Director of Operations and IT, which loosely translates to the Head of the Politburo.

I also got to finally meet my Minion, ‘Lil Bit’, who was a cute as a button and fun to be around. Gretchen seemed to like her, and realizes there’s zero threat with her vis-à-vis the usual ‘work wife’ thing… Gretchen, like 90% of Whammenz out there has a jealous streak a mile wide… However, after an hour hanging out with Lil Bit, Gretchen could see she’s literally a lil girl. That was at Hooters where we met with them, like right after the whole work thang.

Then it was the looong drive home, which I made in near-record time, thanks to some asshole in a VW who didn’t drop his speed below 95 the whooole way. Thankfully the traffic was light enough that I could ‘tail’ this particular ‘Bear-Bait’ for a goodly while. What ostensibly started out (according to the Goolag) a One Hour, 54 minute drive, we hammered out in less than One Hour, 15.

Amazing how you can get flying on the highway when the conditions are right Aye?

One of my favorite movies from then…
A better, cleaner and simpler time.
Now, as quick note: The original had a “Biker Fight Scene” in it. In this particular scene is someone I made mention of from our visit to Georgia. That was when we went to the “Most Rayyyyyyycist Store” in Kennesaw, “Wildman’s Civil War Surplus” (that’s a hot link BTW)

The person in question?
‘General’ Dent Myers.
The guy who started “Wildman’s”

That’s him in the circle
And to show him a wee bit later in life:

A bit older, but still…
You can definitely see that’s him…

Seems ole Dent did a lot of Hollyweird Advising as one of the premier Civil War historical authorities from the Southern Side, which is an area sorely lacking in examination… The problem that he had was he didn’t have the ‘degree’ cachet that the eggheads respect. His was from his love of his ‘home country’ if you will, the CSA, and his passion about Southern History. Guys like him never get the credit due to them because of those fucking Ivory Towered (usually Yankee) assholes who negate any of their contributions due to a lack of degrees…

That being said, due to the Hollyweird connections, he got to be an extra in “The Cannonball Run” as one of the bikers that brawled with everyone as seen above.

He sure looked the part right?

Now, my understanding is that damned near everyone involved in that particular movie? They were ALL friends. EVERYONE on set, from the lowest to the highest were all besties/party friends… They ALL knew each other, so apparently ‘General’ Myers was running in some damned cool circles. Kind of wish I’d met the guy…

So, otherwise, home safe and sound, and I have an inkling of what I’m going to cover in the next day or two. Pretender to the Glorious and Harmonious P&PBUH (Plus 10%) Orifice of The (p)Resident, The Dementor-in-Chief, Emperor Poopypants the First, Chief Executive of the Kidsmeller Pursuivant, Good Ole Slo Xi-Den blew it again today by yelling “who’s next?” when his stupid sundowning worthless fucking ass should have been introducing the Head of the Streetshitters, Prime Minister Narendra Modi…

Don’t know, don’t care.

Like I said last night, this’s purely a performative humiliation ritual at this point. “What are you going to do about it Prole?” with them well knowing is (for the moment) “Nothing” as, so far, it’s not in our best interest to do something about it.

I mean why risk everything over something as shallow and worthless as this? If anything, the very act of keeping Grandpa Badfinger on the Throne and out in public diminishes them in that it shows how we absolutely do not need them.

I mean the whole ‘Covid’ thing showed just how little we actually needed any DotGov service outside of Fire and Rescue services. In fact the cops revealed themselves to be purely the DotGov Gestapo and Revenue Generation thugs that we thought and always knew them to be… If things crime-wise get/got out of hand, “We the People” are more than willing to ‘handle business’ without the need for any ‘local interference’…

In fact it’s be preferred if the local Persecutors stayed the fuck home and out of the way. Makes things a fuckload easier and cut and dried if you will… same goes for Criminal Defense Attorneys, who, in my own estimation, should be treated like Aztec Doctors were… fail to ‘save’ your client, and suffer the same exact consequences.

It’d clean shit up mighty quick IMO.

Simplicity and Direct Action.
It’d clean up this country 5000 times quicker than any ‘voating’ they always yammer on about. Let’s face it.

Voating is a dead letter issue

As long as ONE Burrito Goblin here illegally has the ability to cast a voat, no matter who they’re voating for, the entire election is invalidated.

In my POV, ONE bad apple here DOES spoil the entire fucking barrel. My reasoning being that if there’s one, how fucking many other are out there that we DID NOT find!?!

The answer to you guys is obvious.

A metric fuckton probably.

And since we’ve gone through all the boxes except the ‘cartridge box’, and thus far, no one on #ourside is willing to stand up and take that first step (myself included) then we’ll just have to see how far down the Totalitarian ‘Rabbit Hole’ the average person can tolerate before finally calling it, and saying:

“I’m fucking done.”
“Look at the time!”
“It’s ‘Game-The-Fuck-On-O’Clock!”

THAT is when our ‘supposed’ betters best head to the bunkers, and hope and pray we don’t find the air vents…

Quikcrete anyone?

The other aspect too, in dealing with the Bidens… One that no one to my estimation has even touched on?

No one seems to ‘get’ the fact that The Royal First Usurper, The Empress KinkyBoots, AKA Edith Biden is the stepmom in all of this shit. As in “Evil, Type One Each, Classic Fairy Tales”… Now, granted I have ZERO idea of what’s in the Will, but according to sources?

The relationshit (intentional) between her and Hunter and Ashley has been… shall we say… a bit strained over the years… As in they fucking detest the bitch. The usual dynamics of a young step-mom who showed up right after “realmom” died, and then being used as ‘political props’ by Dad over the years?

Never mind the highly questionable actions of “The Kidsniffer” towards his own fucking daughter (descriptive as well as actionable), called out by both her diary AND by his own son (Hunter) calling “Dear Old Dad” ‘Pedo-Peter’ in emails?

Oh yeah…

Considering what an absolute sleazebag Hunter is, I’m very curious as to HOW the Douchecanoe-in-Chief’s will reads. It’s pertinent as I’m almost gar-ron-damned sure the fucker’ll be dead shortly after the (s)election, if not from Old Age, but from Edith doing a pillow move, as the other rumblings out there are that she absolutely does not want to be the caretaker of the soon-to-be Pope-Pant-shitter-in-Chief…

Thing is Hunter, AKA His HIGHness the First and Only (remaining) Son of the Emperor Poopypants the First, Lord HIGH Destitute Debauched and Depraved, Hunter the Whoremaster (p)Resident, the Corpse Formerly Known as The Joetato has more lives than a fucking Cat. That AND he’s pretty fucking sharp.

In fact, considering the deep roots of Hatred for his Dear Ole Step Mom, who wants to make any bets with me that Hunter has something in the works (aka “The Will”) to utterly disembowel the Empress financially when the Dementor-in-Chief takes his final ride to Hell?

In fact I’d say it’s almost a guarantee. Add on that ‘former First Ladies’ (albeit I’d never refer to Kinkyboots as a ‘lady’) only get a $20k stipend for being the First Beeatcha? This being a lifetime award, which could be thought of as a “I put up with this fucker” award…

Yeah…

Lets watch and see. Unlike Jackie Kennedy, the Empress despite her Ego and Overdeveloped (thanks to the Enemy Ministries of Lies and Propaganda) sense of Self Worth, she has nothing anyone, leastways in the respect of any Male worth his salt, to offer.

She’s literally going to be at that point, a widowed blown-out Post Wall side-chick made good. An ancient artifact that’ll drown herself in cheap box wine, while re-reading the Vogue magazines that she did while she was the ‘toast of the town.’ 20k? I’m sure right now that’s nothing… however, IF or When Hunter springs the ‘inheritance trap? 20k a year ain’t shit, and no one can live on that in the DC area…

Add on that when she dies? Depending on her Secret Service Detail, and how many cats she has, they might not figure out she’s dead for quite a spell. Odds are considering how fucked up the diversity hiring has been for the USSS, the detail might be more interested in eating her cats, who may or may not have already eaten her…

Suits me juuuuust fine.

So, Your Thoughts?
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Spending the day down in St. Penisburg, waiting on Godot, aka Gretchen. She’s got a high-paying multi-female wedding gig that’s running from 0900 this fine A.M. until 17:00 this afternoon.

After which we’re headed down to the Kremlin for the Anniversary of the Founding of the People’s Glorious Tractor Factories. BIG Too-Doo Brunch Buffet at some Bourgeoisie Club that us Proles are supposed to be grateful that they’re allowing us to soil the air with our fumes…

So in the mean time, since it’s over a hour to get back to the Casa, as much as I’d prefer to do the drive, Gretchen has requested I stay local just in case. Got no issue as for right now, I’m in defilade at a Starbux. Free intarwhebz as for whatever reason, the Tablet I’m on doesn’t want to connect to the hotspot. Not too big a deal, as I’ve seen it before. I just lack the cable I need to ‘mate’ the two up via USB, and get them to manually ‘handshake’.

My biggest snivvle so far is minor compared to Gretchens. Seems that the room? suite? she’s going to be working in? The A.C. is inoperative. That’s going to be a thing of badness as she already has personal heat issues what with Menopause and whatnot. Only thing I can do is offer prayers and support when she gets done.

That and an Icepack.

A big Icepack.

So before I dug in here, I was just checking out ‘things’ as I’ve had to hang out here before. In truth I was looking for a public shitter. Had a big ole Morning Grumpy that was demanding to be dropped off. Now, this A.O. during the day tends to be pretty ‘clean’ in that the Vagrants are kept away from La Touristas. However, in the early morning? They tend to ‘congregate’ around the shitters, and the last thing I want to do is use a blown-out shitter after Harry-The-Homeless-Heroin Fiend has used the stall to spatter his last dinner on the bowl, and left his used needle(s) on the floor.

I had enough of that shit in Kuwait/Iraq.

Soooo… looking/snooping for a clean pooper, I found a commercial dock hidden behind a Publix shopping center that I’ve been to a dozen times before.

Never knew it was back there.

It’s neat. They have 3 different non-fishing cruises, one 4 hour Island tour that takes you out to the uninhabited barrier islands that you are allowed to crawl all over and explore, a 2 hour sunset cruise on a nice Ketch, or a 3 hour dolphin tour.

I’m thinking the 4 hour tour with the Gran… she’s alllll about some beach time, but the big thing is seashell collection. She loves doing it, and the pictures on the brochure show exactly that, i.e. lil kiddos digging sand dollars and shells out of the tidal pools. This is, like everything, it’s $60 per adult, and $50 for the Gran. Another thing to start putting $10/$20 per week aside for.

The sunset 2 hour cruise is something I need to look into for Gretchen for a date-night… Like I said, gotta save up to do that. I do know she’d love it.

No, as to everyone who sent me links for the Mermaid, I greatly appreciate it! Gretchen was touched by the thoughtfulness too, and sends her thanks. I’m still working on getting the pieces-parts back together again, so I’ll hold off on a replacement now, ‘cos as that Cheech and Chong movie was once named “Things Are Tough All Over!”

Which now brings me to The Fucking Retards running this fucking shytteshow called the “Untied Staatz”. FFS… The day before yesterday, The Kidsmeller Pursuvient, AKA Grandpa Badfinger, the Groper-in-Chief, King of the Delaware Beach and Emperor For Life Slo-Xi Den claimed to have never met with the Head of the Fed, Jerome Powell.

Link to the Story (and the receipts in the form of pictures) HERE
OK: So the Joetato has officially lost it.
It’s out in the open.
To the point that it’s now a pure ‘humiliation ritual’ that they’re doing to us. Performative abuse. WE can see that he’s a fucking lunchbox, THEY know he’s a Lunchbox, but no one is doing anything about it. Almost like a “Neener-neener, whaddya gonna do about it?”
Answer to that is absolutely nothing.
There ain’t shit we can do. Most of the fuckers pulling this shit aren’t elected… it’s the Perma-Power-Oligarchical-Elite that IS the “ShadowDotGov”

Unreachable, untouchable.
For now…

THEN, to add insult to the very obvious issue of “fucker should be dragged out under the 25th Amendment, yesterday it seems we/they ‘folded the envelope’ completely and went “Full Edith Wilson” at the first meeting of the Presidential Cabinet since October 2, 2023…

The-claim- is that she was ostensibly there to speak as speak to and about Whammenz Mental Health… In reality? Let me tell you, if OrangeManBad had pulled something similar, they’d have “25th’d” his ass out the door faster that his spray tan could keep up…

Now the reference for those ‘not historically educated’, Edith Wilson was the wife of Woodrow “Woody-Woodman” Wilson.

Now, on a personal note, I file this guy as worse than Stalin in World History. Given a choice of world leaders I’d drown at birth, I’d be hard pressed between the Satanic Lincoln and this fukkin’ douchecanoe. Between his utterly retarded Progressive tendencies, his warmongering getting us into World War One, and all his other blatant character flaws (hint: he had no character IMO), he’s the piece of shit who started the Federal Reserve System, as well as the Income Tax.

Drown at birth indeed.
If wishes were fishes…

Anyways, Edith Wilson was Wife #2 for Woody. Sometime into the beginning of his second term (197+/-) Ole Woodman had a serious stroke that left him all sorts of three ways to Sunday fucked up. Like paralyzed completely on his left side, and a bunch of other problems…. according to the Wiki, Woody had some really serious health issues, and his faithful and possibly power-mad Wife stepped into the breach with the assistance of the Presidential Doctor.

To the point some lunatic Feminists refer to Edith as “The First Whammenz President”…. which is a major problem in itself.

Like Jill Biden, NO ONE ELECTED THAT BITCH!

That’s not how it works.

Not that as long as it’s a Progressive DemoncRat in the Orifice.
Nope… then everything is juuuuust fine.
Such is the State of our particular (dis)Union Right Now.
Sheesh

As I’m so fond of saying, History Repeats Aye?
In fact if you look at the International Scene right now? We’re in a 1917/2024 parallel… except instead of Germany, it’s Russia/China/and the Middle East.

SOMETHING is going to pop sooner, rather than later.

OK… back from the hiatus of the drive to Miami…
A minor 5 hour excursion.
In the AM we have to get ready and be at Ye Olde Cuntry Club to make sure I’m seen and get a chance to shmooze. I mean I need a raise man…

So wish me luck. I have to go crash out
It’s been a full day.
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Gretchen’s kind of pissed at me…
More frustrated and bummed than anything else.
Mea Culpa on this one…

I was sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor as it’s been a minute, and the dog had made a BIG drooly mess of the water bowl, splashing the stuff all over. Now back in the day as soon as I got separated from the X, one of the very first purchases I got for the house back then was a ‘proper’ mop and bucket.

A quick aside: The X had those cheap Chineseum mop(s) and Bucket(s). She utterly refused to get or use anything other than that. Even when I was making six figures, she kept using these shitty Ronco Spin-Mops that just didn’t fucking work. No idea why, but all right…believe it or not we used to get in serious arguments about this kind of stuff… so after she and I were done, I finally got the BIG yellow Rubbermaid Mop and Bucket that I first used as a kid working in McDonalds, then in Army.

The right tool for the right job.
Use what you know Aye?

So as I was getting the floor prep done, well, while picking up the Water and Food Bowls, I slipped in the drool and I hit the bakers rack we have in the kitchen. Well, the rack has a bunch of ‘cooking stuff’ on there, as well as a few of Gretchen’s “kitchen tchotchkes”. To include some 50’s Classic Touristy “Mermaid” Salt and Pepper Shakers…
One of which ‘took a dive’…

Shit.
That’s the Pepper Shaker.
The porcelain really detonated on impact.
LOTS of itty-bitty pieces parts that’re for the most part nonrecoverable dammit.

I’m now working on recovering that.
Haven’t had any success in finding a replacement as of now but hope springs eternal. eBay is my fren on this one. (Provided it doesn’t cost me an arm and a leg).

So yeah, I want the weekend to come sooner, rather than later.

Now, I haven’t forgotten you guys who’ve done DotMil genealogy research. I’ve gathered some of the ‘stuff’ and started. I’ll be sending out updates when the cray-cray slows. That being said I did have a ‘rush job’ that I got from one of my Best Army Bros out there.

He recently became the Chief of Police in a small-ish town in Pennsylvania. About 6 full timers, 4 part timers, and himself. The demographics lean towards heavy-white, so he’s happy.

Well happy in that it’s a good job, but he’s got a lot of things to do… one of the things he’s started was cleaning up the weapons and drugs… seems the last 2-3 dudes who were “in charge” were reeeeally lax on getting rid of ‘stuff’.

Now mind you, there’s zero evidence of anything other than a lack of institutional inertia in these ‘issues’. A lot of complacency, which I can dig what being a small town/low crime sort of place… His issue is having to do the paperwork and/or worse chase the paperwork from long-done cases where the evidence, say a couple of bags of weed or some blow that was confiscated and entered into evidence like years ago… This shit that should have been disposed of, but due to (my guess) laziness, it just never got handled. Nothing is missing (that he can tell) but just ooooold and stale AF… In fact he joked that the Italian Seasoning in his mini-kitchen has a stronger smell than this stale ass weed…

Now then, to fix this?
This’s where he’s a bit peeved
As well he should be…

ALL the ‘drug duckies gotta be in the right row’ to do a disposal of such things. Seems his predecessors were comfortable in kicking the can down the road Aye? He’s gotta line everything up (paperwork with ALL the details and whatnot) to do a burn on it in the near future… a real pain in the ass.

However, there is some ‘fun’ to be had: The weapons issues are primarily weapons that are either missing tags, or not properly logged into the vault. There’s a bunch in there that seem to be ‘turn ins’ that weren’t logged correctly when “Grandpa” died, and his out-of-town Hoplophobe relations turned his icky and unsafe guns over to the Local PoPo. There hasn’t been like any gun crime there in eons (I hope it stays that way for him) so the majority of things are turn ins, or BB Guns confiscated from the local hoodlum-wannabees. That being said, in the turn in weapons?

There’s only one of interest to him. And now of interest to me. He, knowing my proclivities with firearms and history contacted me to find out what I could about this particular weapon.

The rifle in question:

It’s a late model M1 Carbine in .30
I checked the serial number on the receiver (all matching BTW) and as it says

It’s an Underwood Elliot-Fisher made carbine, manufactured between January and February of 1944. I found that by going to the U.S. .30 Caliber Carbine website HERE. It also has a really nice example of the ‘Flaming Ordinance’ ball just behind where I blanked out the Serial Number.

It has the Type 3 Low Wooden Walnut stock, but lacks the sling and sling-keeper/oiler that normally ‘notches’ in the cutout to the rear of the stock. You can also see the closeup of the stock stamp:

This is, according to my research a really great example of a Ordinance Acceptance Stamp. The initials “GHD” stamped on the top indicate that the rifle was accepted by the government and manufactured by Winchester, with GHD standing for the initials of the Chief of Ordnance, while the UEF below stands for the Subcontractor, in this case Underwood Elliot-Fisher. Winchester was the overall ‘manufacturer’ but there were several subs, with Underwood (best known for typewriters back then) being the one that built this particular rifle/carbine

The patina is also proper for it’s age. In fact I did a really deep dive and found the reason that so many of the weapons at the time had that light-greenish patina was found in an article published waaay back in the day:

“In an in-house newsletter published by Inland during the war there is a picture of a factory worker dunking assembled barreled receivers into a tank of sealer. The sealer would have been the Chromic Acid Solution. Too long of an exposure time or too high of a concentrate of H2CrO4 (Chromic Acid)  imparts the green tint to the phosphate coating.”

Painter777 M1 Carbine Forum Nov 2021

This was part of a discussion of how to recreate the -exact- NIB patina like this Carbine has. Another thing worth noting, is that this one lacks the bayonet mount found on later models.

After my research and our discussing it, we’re about 90% sure this was a “Grandad Bring Back” that someone just ‘dropped off’ and left in the care of the Local Popo. My Fren is trying to find out who dropped it off, so he can try and find next-of-kin, so as to do all the paperwork proper and legal. If one can be found, then we may be able to save this as well as a couple of others from the grinder. I’ll keep you up to date.

So on that note, I got to get to my Supergluing.
Wish Me Luck
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations
OK: The absence is because of an abscess. A tooth that broke in half the other day. I swear that’s a part of being a Generation X kid that I’m still having to deal with, and that’s the shitty mercury-amalgam fillings that now in our fifties, are failing left-and-right.

Same thing that happened whilst fighting in Tennessee for Adriana. Lost a filling at some point without even realizing it, until the tooth broke. THEN it got my full attention. This’s almost an exact replay, except on another toofus. And this time, unfortunately, I’m probably going to have to have it pulled, as the price point for a root canal and cap? Even with insurance it’s $1200 which I don’t have.

The price w/out insurance was starting at over $4500.00

And this is not a hi-end boutique style dentist.

So now I’m on antibiotics and more pain meds, with a temp-filler until I can get the infection down, THEN go and have the sucker yanked. Dammit.

So for 2-3 days, besides Divemedic’s server being under assault, I’ve been in bed, feeling like crap, having ice packs applied, until I got to see the Doc today. Now that I got a day’s antibiotics ramped up, I feel well enough to do a short piece.

Specifically on Assassin-Wannabe #2 Ryan Wesley Routh, age 58. Besides being a man with three names, and having ALL sorts of ‘connections’ to the Company-Sponsored Azov kids in the Kraine, he comes off as some goofy fucktard who doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Which to me, seems like an act.

Now, besides looking like Ellen Degenerate’s Ugly Twin Brother, Mr. Smirks-a-lot isn’t acting in a way one would expect. Too many smiles, too many grins. Hell, when they picked him up, he was all sorts of relaxed. Per the article HERE:

…Fox News confirmed Monday that Routh repeatedly smiled and laughed during a conversation with his court-appointed lawyer before the hearing started…

The Daily Wire Sept. 17, 2024

And I have a theory on this…

This fucking guy?
Well, let’s look at the charges so far that they’ve hit him up with two counts:
1) possessing a firearm while being a convicted felon
and
2) possessing a firearm with an obliterated serial number

Both of which will only get you a total of 20 years +/-.

Now a lot of folks have made some hay out of his choice of weapon, namely what appears to be a “Bubba’d Up” SKS and not an AK-47. It’s really too hard to tell what with the shadowy pic they have:

Sporterized pistol grip.
30 Round Mag
Loooong foregrip and the classic over/under gas tube/barrel.

The closest to that would be the Saiga AK-47 Sport Rifle:

However, the foregrip on the one in the shadow? The shooter’s rifle? To my eyes, I’d say this is more likely:

That’s a Century Arms Romanian SKS Model 1956 7.62x39mm with a 20 round magazine. I’d say that’s a really good educated guess IMO.

So, the thing of it is:
a 7.62mmx39 round? At 100 yards an ‘AK Round” is hard to get hits on target. Even with a scope? This mook was sitting at 400 yards. Shit, I have trouble ‘cold shooting’ at 400 yards with a .308 if I haven’t been practicing. Shooting long distance is a perishable skill if one doesn’t keep at it on the regular. And supposedly this guy doesn’t have ANY DotMil training or skills.

Choosing this particular weapon kind of reinforces that.

BUT!
THAT is exactly what I think and why I think ‘things’ went the way they did. Work with me on this and follow along, let me know if you think I might be on to something or not.
Things WE Know About The “Shooter”:
1) He’s a known hardcore Pro-Krainian NGO financed ‘recruiter’ and ‘activist’. Most of the NGOs he’s associated with are CIA ‘fronts’. His activity included trying to illegally recruit Afghanis and Pakistanis to fight in the Krain against the Russians.
2) He’s a convicted felon “..with a long record.” A record that seems to have been scrubbed so what he did, against who, or for whom has been a big question.
3) His social media was scrubbed, but not before the Autists got ahold of it. It shows a 58 year old crazy haired lunatic by all rights, someone who looks perfectly at home being the local nut-job.
4) He apparently has ZERO DotMil experience however made several trips to the Kraine, ostensibly ‘to help’.
5) He was initially (per usual and the playbook) referred to as a “Trump Supporter” until it was shown he’s made more than a few donations to hard left groups like “Act Blue” and the like. Then his politics have been also per usual, ignored.

Now… the question is
Why did they hit him with so few and such paltry charges?
Let me tell you

“Pour Encourager Les Autres”
I.E.
“To Encourage The Others”

My Call:
BOTH of these charges are really really weak
They did not catch him “rifle in hand”
They did NOT have any (as far as I’ve seen reported) eyewitnesses, EXCEPT for the one chick who took his picture when he emerged from the bushes after The Secret Service Kids lit him up. And on that note:
How many shots were fired at him?
Who did the shooting?
What caliber rounds were being thrown?
Were the USS kids aware of their backstop, or lack that thereof? Where did their rounds impact? If according to all statements of where his ‘snipers nest’ are true then he was -somewhere- inside of the red circle on this map I pulled:

Per the Miami Herald HERE

…a Secret Service agent patrolling the course ahead of the former president spotted a suspect with an assault-style rifle hiding in bushes around the golf course. The agent fired on the suspect, who fled in a black Nissan.”

Was said USSA aware of what was behind the potential shooter?
Probably not.
This was theater
A first year Law School Public Defender can get this guy off.

I mean the case is weak. To play the Devil’s Advocate:

If there’s no eyewitness to the guy actually holding the weapon?
If there’s no eyewitnesses to him actually aiming at OrangeManBad? The only thing they got is a chick heard some shots, saw a guy run to a car, and on a hunch, took a picture of the car and it’s plate.

The rifle supposedly has no serial number or that it was, per the news, “obliterated”. That in itself is going to be interesting in that there are LOTS of ‘potential serial numbers’ on SKS’s. The original one(s) on the receiver, the bolt, the stock and the trigger pack, OR the one that was placed on when it was imported/put together here stateside.

Either way proving that it was Re-Tardy Oswalt’s rifle is going to be a pain-in-the-ass for the Feds. Which is what they want.

They want him to go free to encourage others to go out and take THEIR shot at OrangeManBad.

Think about it.
It’s cheaper, faster and easier, and a hell of a lot less work and chance of discovery IF ‘your people’ the Lunatic Leftoids see a guy who ‘took his shot’ and got away with it for these morons to go, “Hey! If HE did it, why can’t I?”

It plays into the whole reason BLM was sooo successful during “The Summer of Love” and why the Brownshirt ACAB Fascist AntiFa fuckbags are just waiting for the next “call to arms” because they know they have a Get Out of Jail Free Card “Waiting in the Wings” as they did before.

Why wouldn’t some of these glue-sniffing blue haired fucknuts think otherwise? If Mister Man with Three Names gets away with it or only gets a slap on the wrist instead of “Riding The Lightening”, you can bet that all the armed morons out there are going to be lining up to ‘take their shot’.

This also gave a wee bit of credibility back to the Secret Service in the eyes of Boomerdom and NPC ‘Muricans. “See! They did their job!”

Yeeeeeah… I’m not buying it.
The first guy muffed his shot, and they’re still stonewalling obfuscating, and covering up the entire fiasco.

By allowing the Rank Amateurs to have at it?

The more the merrier so to speak.

In the eyes of the Stalinesque Bureaucracy we’ve built, if 20 people attempt it, there’s an increased chance of one of them being successful. It doesn’t even need to be before the (s)election… if the Cheeto-Jeebus does manage to beat the odds and the chicanery of the “Night of the Stuffed Ballots” well then, they’ll just keep him too busy with non-stop attempted assassinations. Who needs the whole ‘Russian thing’ if you have a non stop circle jerk of active shooters trying to kill off the Greatest Threat to Democracy int he World?

Which also is why thye are not attempting to cool off the ‘hot talk’. Hilleroid, the Demonic Shell of a Luciferian in Human Skin keeps ramping it up. EVERYONE keeps ramping it up.

Which is fine.

What they forget is eventually it becomes a two-way shooting gallery, and that the Right is running out of patience. We’ll have to see.

Your Thoughts?
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