Big Country Expat

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Bit o’levity coming atcha this fine Sunday. I shut my fon off early last night BFYTW. I didn’t want to hear from anyone, least of all bill collectors or the solar power people.

Thankfully the car warranty folks seem to have gotten the word… how about y’all?

So, I mentioned yesterday about some blaq dood losing his shytte and killing a Tranny… how this was initially reported as part of the “¡Genociding!” (which, BTW is how forthwith said-terminology in regards to the Trannypocalypse will be said, much like ¡Jeb! of the Freaks, all and sundry.) Now…

As I’ve mentioned in the past, I did some Active Duty (Gulf One) and then ended up ‘RIFing’ to the reserves. Stayed close to home and ended up in the 187th Army Reserve Brigade, which was the reserve elements to my best unit evvar the 187th Regimental Combat Team aka The Rakkasans.

Gretch got me that as a gift. The screw up on it is it should be 95-96 on it, but hey, I can live with it… The fact she got the unit, down to the platoon correct? Hell yeah… so, anyways…

The 187th Reserve had a patch thusly:

Arrowhead and Powder horn. HQ was in Boston. This of course led to some hijinks and shenanigans in and around the Greater Boston Area on our two week annual training and/or our Weekend Warrior ‘stuff’.

Now, Back in the day, and any of y’all who were in Boston in the early 90’s, Kenmore Square was –the– happenin’ place to party at. Lansdowne Street, sandwiched between Fenway and the Square proper, with Bill’s Billiards, Axis OMG… club central. Then you had the absolutely infamous Rathskellar or more commonly called “The Rat”

Infamous for all the famous Boston Bands… The Dropkick Murphys, Aerosmith… I mean a who’s-who of massive famosity played there…

Yeah… All of it’s gone now… The Rat got torn down in 97 to make room for a big ole $$$$$ hotel. So… the other club across the Square from the Rat was a place called “Narcissus”

Now, when I hear the term “Meat Market” about a club, the very first place that leaps to mind is/was Narcissus… an absolute perfect definition of mid to late 80’s and early 90’s Dance Club excess… to the point the nickname of the place was Nar-siphilis. The place on the inside was two stories high, with a giant dancefloor that looked like it’d been ripped right out of Pachino’s ‘Scarface’… the dance scene with him and Michelle Pfeiffer? Yeah. Just like that.

So, one night, think it was the spring of 92? We had our first accountability formation on Friday night, and with the ‘usual orders’ that Saturday’s formation was at 0630, “…don’t be late, don’t get busted or else!!!” We got cut loose as it was a ‘station drill’ for equipment maintenance as opposed to mounting up the trucks and weapons and convoying down to Cape Edwards or Fort Devens for running around the woods for the weekend.

That night the squad decided to go downtown, as a group to chase some broads and tie one on. We ended up at Narsiphilis, and it was game on.

Now, the upstairs part of the club was more of a rendezvous/observation deck with some bars. You get some drinks, sit down, and people-watch. OR if you hook up, you head to one of the lesser-lit areas of the club. Couple of our guys did just that. Me? I was dating the now X-wife and had her meet up with me there, as another thing Narcissus was was one of the few under-21 allowable clubs in town. Needless to say, because of that it was –very– popular. Packed to the rafters usually.

About an hour into the fun, me and the X are up on the top deck, just looking around, chatting up with my buddy… the X had brought a friend for my buddy, and he was putting the moves on her, and all in all it was proceeding smoothly

Until

We hear some yelling, a scream, a glass shatter and a thumping sound of a fist-to-face impact. The omnipresent Security goons start racing over and me and my buddy see that it’s one of our guys in the midst of the scrum… (God forgive me I can’t remember his name, only that he was a North End Eye-Tie) we beat feet over like at warp speed to see if we could to a hot extraction, as we knew Top would blow a gasket if one of us got hemmed up by the fuzz.

We get there and there’s this chick, not a bad looking chick mind you, holding her face, blood pouring down… looked like a broken nose… I was like first thoughts: “Ah shit, he’s fucked and that means we’re fucked…” when I hear him (while being restrained by Security) bellowing at the top of his lungs in that heavy Boston-Italian accent he had:

“BALLS!!! BALLS!!! THE BROAD HAS BALLS!!!”

Oh. My. God.
Seems dude had picked up a wee bit of what he thought was some sweetness… was making out, and making plans to slip down to the car for a little ‘satisfaction’ when he reached up under the skirt, and found a tree trunk and berries so to speak.

Needless to say, he geeked the hell out. Like lost it. Started waylaying ‘it’ for this revelation. Thankfully, we managed to get Security on our side via explaining that if they hemmed up our bro, we’d all be in the soup with the First Sergeant. Thankfully, the post-Gulf One feel-good vibes were still kicking, so we got a pass and got the hell out of Dodge before the real cops could show and start slapping on cuffs.

For the next year, anytime we were on drill with him, we gave him non-stop shit about it. I still laugh my ass off just thinking about it.

Then, yet again in the same unit and at a different time/place, with a different guy, we had another “Tranny Incident.” Now the first one? Let me tell you, there’s Trannies, then there’s Trannies. In the case of the first one? Man, thank GOD I had a girlfriend at the time ‘cos no shit, you could –not– tell that that particular ‘dude looked like a lady’. We’re talking “Tula” levels of whammenz:

She’s getting on in years, but Caroline Cossey, a Brit model turned out to be a dude at birth… He/She actually was a Bond Girl who got ‘outed’ by the tabloids after making the film.

Thing of it is, She is, IMO a genuine transgender as opposed to all these fucking play actors like lil Dylan and that swimmer fuck. SHE went all in, got the surgery and from all reports essentially lives like her whole life as a female.

The chick that our buddy hooked up with?
Mad hot. I wouldn’t’ve been able to tell.

Now
The second?
Maaan… this was a dude in a dress. And granted, we saw it for what it was in the club. What we didn’t see was PV1 Gillette (his name I remember) picking it up, and going out to the parking lot.

Unlike the first incident, Gillette came back in from outside. We were sort of confused (as smoking back then was still allowed in the clubs) so we asked him where’d he been off to?

Now Gillette was a seriously deep southern Cracker from Georgia… I swear dude’s middle name was ‘Laconic’… not a big talker, not stupid, just a man of few words. He drawled out to us “Went outside with thet thar ole girl… got me a skull job in th’ parkin’ lot…”

We boggled.
Oof.
Our Platoon Daddy, Frank (SFC but the reserves were pretty low key on rank in the clubs and whatnot) looked at him, and said “Gillette, you know that was a guy right? For real… that was a guy made up to look like a broad…”

We all held our breath as we waited to see his reaction to this news… I looked around and noticed said he/she/it dude had thankfully popped smoke as I, hell all of us, judging from the worried looks on everyone’s faces were worried that Gillette was going to go nutso like our other guy had a year or so earlier…

Gillette just sort of sat there… took a drag off his beer, and said “Sure did give some good head for a dude tho…”

Re-Boggled
All of us
Then
Man, I thought I was going to piss myself. I think Frank did piss himself. The Platoon practically drowned out the music in the place with our laughter… Good Lord… talk about a pragmatist…

Even now, to this day, all I can think of how hilarious the two incidents were, and that they still make me laugh years later.
Hope Y’all Enjoyed. Happy Sunday!
More Later
Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Saturday… I actually got to sleep in til 10 am!!! Whoo Hoo! Been a looong minute since I had the sleep in mode kick. Still tired, and I had errands to run. Went up to the VA to pick up some waiting scripts, and afterwards decided it’s going to be a long time before I leave the house if I have to.

I swear I felt like some people were actively trying to kill me on the road for real… Had one guy, and I swear, hand to God, the guy was an Aborigine from Australia behind the wheel… Let me tell you, that face? Yeah, I mean you can sort of tell when you’ve got an ‘import model’ of a Black folk… this guy looked -exactly- like that “Elder” from that Crocodile Dundee movie… like for real-real… plus he couldn’t drive worth a shit… almost tore the front end off my car, and I had to fast-grab the Sausage Princess who was riding shotgun as Gretch is still racked in the bunk with a blown back.

Stood the car up practically on it’s nose… The doggo has a seat belt (can’t see it in the pic) but the way we stopped suddenly it wasn’t making a difference… She was utterly confused by the whole situation TBH.
She just usually rides and loves letting the AC vent right full blast into her face:

I will say I have missed her. She’s getting old-er, what about 8? 9? years old? Getting some gray around the muzzle. But, she does like her groceries AND a ride in the car. Only issue I have with her riding is she constantly wants to crawl into my lap when I’m driving. She’s always been mad-clingy… “Never stop touching/petting the dog” is a catchphrase around here.

The cat OTOH is a cat. Bob could care less if we were here or not, only that the water/food bowl is full AT ALL TIMES Slave!!! And that the Box O’Poo is freshly cleaned and maintained. Still, even though it was only a week this time, it was nice to get some fuzz-time with him.

Now, “things” in the World.
The more I’m seeing the absolute desperation of the Authorities at ALL levels doing it’s combined best to bury/hide/avoid releasing the Tranifesto of the Nashville School shooter has my antenna ringing. Add on the psychometrics of the language being utilized by the Crazy Folks out there, and a few other feelings I have, got me a solid hunch that yeah, the Tranifesto is a hot dumpster-fire that’s going to possibly kick a can of gas over onto an glowing ember, and the subsequent conflagration ain’t going to be pretty all around.

As to the psychometrics of the language… by what I’m saying there is the constant use of the word “Genocide” and even I’ve seen “Holocaust” thrown around in regards to the treatment of said-freaks and any and all anti-freakshow legislation, as well as the overall in general attitude towards the aforementioned Freaks.

The way they’re talking, and the Ministries of Lies and Propaganda are broadcasting with a compliant if not fully part and parcel of this “new normal” you’d think there were roving packs of Fundamentalist Christians with torches and pitchforks actively chasing down and butchering Trannies. Every single time (as rare as it is, even now) that a Tranny gets “murdered” they make it sound like the Dude (as it’s almost every single time a bio-guy involved) was dragged screaming from his/it’s house and given the Emmit Till treatment…

I recall one that was kil’t a few back in LA? Maybe San Fran? The initial reports made it sound like it was a Rabid Horde of Swastika Wearing SS Blonde-and-Blue Eyed Aryans chased down and then dragged this poor, defenseless Trannie out into the street and beat it to death with a pipe.

IRL? It was a ‘sex worker’ as the euphemism goes these days… (whatever happening to just calling a whore a whore?) It apparently was turning tricks, and the trick either didn’t know it was an ‘it’ and post-coitus, the perp was a leeeetle pissed off, and beat the Trannies head in with the previously mentioned pipe… good story on that later…

Reason that shit went away? Seems the perp was a fellow blaq dood, who took great insult having been serviced by another dood, and on his ‘discovery’ of this, he felt morally justified in beating the offending wannabe-broad to death. So, because of these uncomfortable facts and the fact that it clashed with the narrative, The Media, per usual, with a wave of the Magical Story Erasure Wand, the topic was dropped posthaste.

“It was Mister Black, in the Alley, with the Lead Pipe!”
No Shytte Aye?

Something is coming. No idea what exactly it is, but the utilization of extreme victimhood phrasing and words in order to garner a emotional response makes me wonder… I mean at no time (to my intel) have Trannies EVER been “Genocided”

Laughed at?
Discriminated Against?
Actively shunned as well they should be in a healthy normal society?
Fuck yeah.
We sure are no longer healthy nor normal by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, this country is more fucked up than a football-bat. Part of my going concern is that usually using the word “Holocaust” and/or “Genocide” gets a certain tribal groups’ panties in a serious twist.

This time around? Not so much.

Which raises other questions that’ll be left alone for now. I have a stronk hunch that the Nashville Nasty as I’ll call her went off waaay earlier than planned… maybe it had it’s period and the PMS made it crazier than normal… add in the fact that we haven’t gotten any word on the meds it was on, but I’ll make a bet with y’all that SHE (to dead-sex her) was on a bunch of hormone drugs, never mind psychotropics that the P-Shrinks seem to LOVE handing out like Pez (blame John Wilder for the Pez reference).

Thing is, they’re pushing faaar too hard when it comes to allowing the grooming and kidfucking. The UN just put forth a thing, whatever the fuck they call it… a referendum? stating essentially if you want to fuck kids, and the kids are cool with it, have at it. This ENTIRE issue is exactly what anyone with half-a-fucking functional cortex was warning about back during the gay marriage thing, i.e. INCREMENTALISM

“Love is Love” and all that rot…
I was fine with that.
HOWEVER
They just couldn’t leave the fuck alone and kept pushing boundries
“Bake the Cake bigot”
Maaaaaan
Now it’s “Let us groom/mutilate/and fuck your children”
Or Else
That fucking pedo-choir even came out and sang a song about coming for our kids. And because people (as of now) have not taken up ‘active measures’ of a most decidedly violent nature it’s only encouraged them in the Public Square to keep on pushing.

Like all things, shit comes to an end.
Lots of observable, simmering hate boiling out there on both sides.
Thing of it is, even with the “Power of the State” and the GloboHomoCorp and it’s FUSA/ZOG minions, they’re -still- outnumbered. They also have been gutting the DotMil in pursuit of what exactly? No idea. BUT I do feel like they’re gearing up and manning up.

In fact, anyone notice that the Outlaw Blegg got nuked shortly after I had the revelation that the Burrito Goblin Brigade(s) that they’re importing are going to be the initial ‘front line troops’ in a Gun Confiscation/Enforcement action? Doing “The Jobs Americans Won’t Do?” Yep. Then add on the whole statements from MULTIPLE people to include the Putrefying 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 stating that “You can’t fight F-15s…”

Try this PURELY FICTIONAL scenario:
Part One: Someone… Not sure who, but it’ll be more than likely a wind up toy, a three-named Whytte guy with an AR. A fully programmed nutbar first class. He’s going to go full on berserk at a Tranny show, more than likely a VERY Public one… hell, to make it really work they have the Kidsmeller there with, oh say his Granddaughter? Nutter-Guy manages to get in, and ‘genocides’ the place. Double points if it’s at a Church. Manages to even off the “Big Guy” and his spawn.

Part Two: Queue a National Mourning Month, followed by the most draconian weapons laws ever dreamed of. After which, MANY states tell the FedGov to go fuck itself. Sheriffs and maybe a few red states worth of Law Enforcement refusing to enforce, ATF agents being arrested and escorted to State Lines, Fibbies being done the same way.

At which point the DotGov announces that because of the “willful rebellious attitude” of the States that just told Leviathan to go and fuck itself, that just by purest ‘cohensidence’ that there are LARGE numbers of prior Military New Immigrants who’re willing to “…step into the breach” and “…do the jobs that the rebellious and unlawful Americans won’t do…”

Part Three consists of then, proper justification having been now established, the now-Badged Beaner Brigades of Burrito Goblins, suitably equipped and armed up, will go out and start doing the Door-To-Door confiscations. Now, mind you since these fuckers are going to have the barest ability to understand the Constitution, never mind English and unfortunately from what we’ve seen have a proclivity for mindless rapine and violence, any bets that when they go on the 4473 Hunts that the occasional “collateral damage” will occur?

Yeah
Me either

Then, Part the Fourth: You and I know that there’s going to be a LOT of dead motherfuckers by this stage. On BOTH sides. 5th Gen War, with a LOT of ‘blue hive’ cities erupting in apocalyptic levels of ultraviolence. The Ministries of Lies and Propaganda of course are going to be balls-deep in showing each and every massacre and hyping up the whole viewpoint of “Gun Owners = Rebellious Nazis” 24-7.

Once certain patterns are established, meaning the Burrito Goblins getting their heads handed to them, either metaphorically or IRL, as they show up to “enforce the law” the FedGov will either declare full-on Martial Law or that a Second Civil War is ‘offishully’ ongoing, thereby allowing the suspension of Posse Comitatus. Then it’s just a wee short step in having let the F-15s or A-10 loose with the intention of taking out entire neighborhoods, damn the collateral damage.
Napalming ‘rebels’ and whatnot… Of course that’s only one way I can think of it going… and that’s with just bullshitting with “what ifs” with Sapper.

What do you think?
Me? I’ma not liking it… it’s faaar too easy to see this becoming a reality.
Your thought? Let me know in the comments
More Later
Big Country

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
OK
Wowsers… been a tough couple of weeks…
Waitaminute… make that ONE Fucking WEEK.
Sweet Baby Jeebus. Time flies when yer getting royally buttfucked…

So, the way things went…
LAST Wednesday, May 10th, We were still in Tampa, what with me, the VA and dental issues. All of a sudden, Gretch got a wild hair up her ass… was having ‘Gran’ withdrawal for Adriana, even tho we’d been inundating ourselves with Gran #2… her half-sister Kylie, who BTW is becoming a precocious lil Goober in her own fashion… one of the MANY weekends here while we were home doing our “rescue thang”, she was just flat out being…. I dunno… ‘girlie?’

Tough for me to call as, unfortunately I missed out on the 5-6 year old age group time period with Spawn#2, female type one each b/c of my time overseas… file under ‘one of my few regrets Aye’? So anywho, at one point, I asked that she -stand fucking (expletive deleted to her) still- for a second so’s I could get a picture or two of her… quite a feat as she never holds still… it’s like dealing with the tasmanian devil I swear… now mind you, she’s –not– hyper or a spazz… just your average, normal 5 .5 year old Redhead with Blue eyes (rare!) who has the energy of a thousand nukular reactors running her from dawn til dark…

Fuck me running
Literally…
God HELP the poor bastard who finally captures her heart and mind (provided me and Papa don’t kil’t his ass and bury him out of…well… just being over protective Aye?) Poor fucker better have energy levels on par with Mercury… you know the ancient God, lest he fall behind… ‘cos Lord knows, this girl is on fire 24-7…

Unicorn Day…
That pic? That was literally her holding still for what? 5 seconds?
FML…
There are just some things I shouldn’t have to deal with LOL.
BUT
For my Grans? Ain’t nothing better.
So, back to the “Tale of Shytte”
So, May 10th, Gretch wanted to git back to TN. Now… Me?
OK
Talked about my background… y’all know I was Airborne Infantry. A (forced) Tanker… (much to my undying shame) Y’all also know I flunked Ranger School, went SFAS and did a bunch of other stuff over the years. Dunno if I ever mentioned it, but I was a hell of a point man. Found out in Basic Training that I had the ‘knack’… and even my Drills said I had “Great instincts.” Rare praise indeed Aye?
So…
What it is?

I get a ‘vibe’
It’s a physical as well as mental… I dunno… a LOUD ‘feeling’… words be hard on this sort of thing… it’s like trying to describe the “Taste of a Color” for a rather droll metaphor. It’s like I have this internal radar if you will, tuned in and when really bad things are headed my way, well I just know it. Some people call it ESP… sixth sense.. not quite sure… I call it my ‘combat antenna’… it’s tuned to when bad people intend bad juju and things on me… Doom on me so to speak…

Mentally, I get amped.
However, if things don’t “start” however, it progresses to physical.
Can’t sleep
Over-alert
I get ‘growly/grumpy’ as fuck
Antsy
Wired in like a motherfucker
Need to kill a bitch if’n you’ll pardon the vernacular…

Not happy unless I got my rifle next to me, along with the battle rattle. When this ‘vibe’ kicked in back in the day in Iraq, I’d sleep fully armored w/helmet and my weapon as a teddy bear. Laugh if you want but as Elton would say, “I’m still standing, Yeah Yeah Yeah!”
So… got the vibe?
The very Idea of heading back to Tennessee had me on edge
Got worse and stayed worse
The whole trip up North sucked rotten goat ass

Couldn’t sleep, eat… was on full alert
All dressed up and no one to kill.

“Just Because You’re Paranoid, Doesn’t Mean they’re NOT Out to Get You”

OK No joke
That pic above? The exact one? Dead Dad had in poster form and framed on the wall in his home office when I was growing up. Got it back in the 70’s I believe… the original we lost after he cashed his chips… the University he was at? Instead of reaching out to us to collect his shit? They shitcanned it…Dammit.
Fuckers
Anyways… That exact poster? Growing up with it as a daily mantra?

Any question why I’m a wee bit twisted Aye?

Seriously tho… I was wired for sound on this trip… MAJOR Not cool. In fact, I’ma NOT taking a picture of meself as the bags under my eyes qualify as ‘ginourmous’ and I look and feel like utter shytte. Like I said, a long couple of days… feels like weeks… combat and intel gathering tiger-team operations weren’t this fucking stressful. Haven’t properly slept for 7 days running, hence why I’m pecking this out at 12:48AM EST right now…

Fuck.

So

Finally, after a marathon speed run We got back to the ghetto mid-to late Thursday May 11th. Problem was? I was wasted, and despite my work-from-home J-O-B with People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, I knew I couldn’t do jack and/or shit about the missing hours. The Head Commissar of the department told me I could make up hours over the weekend (which I did despite all the put-upon bullshit I had shaking… wasted my ass but hey! They pretend to pay us whilst we pretend to work… old Soviet Joke Aye?).

Seriously, best job I ever had. LOVE the widgets I work with and the outcomes.

Anyway. Took me a day or two to go thru almost 6-8 weeks worth of mail. No idea if you’ve ever had to file thru that much bullshit, but these day? In light of me doing a ‘credit course correction’? I’ve never had so many offers of “easy credit” before (which is going to be another rant altogether later) but yeah, get $4000 in “easy credit” now…

At 62%interest for ten years

As they say, “who be shittin’ who?”

OK… so WAY down deep in the pile o’bullshit is a letter.. not certified.. no nothin’
Just plain ole “To Big Country Et Al”
Return Addy is a Lawyer

Shit.
Dumbitchs’ Freebie Court Assigned Lawyer

Now, despite FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS I didn’t want to become a “test case” with alllll that entails. I’ll just leave it at that…

No wonder I had a bad feeling…

Kenny Rogers said it best: “You got to know when to hold ’em, Know when to folder ’em, and Know when to run…”

So, we called ENDEX (end exercise)
We’re not done, but we had to bail to keep the fight up. To be honest, I’m done the fuck in. Between having my last visit with Addy, the fact she can’t even say her own name nor any other words. She’s almost nonverbal at this point as no one is actively working with her to speak… Mother. Fucker. I’m exhausted. I need time to regroup, reorganize, reload…

This fight ain’t over

I just realized I haven’t had a vacation in what? Since 2012.
Damn
Gonna be a looooooooooong summer I guess.
Holler at y’all Later

Big Country

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Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Alive
A LARGE update to follow.
I’m Alive…
By the Grace of the Lord Almighty and Jesus Hisself so is everyone else…
For now>>>
Of course things are waaaaaaaaaaay out of control. Like I said, I just finished a marathon undercover two-twelve hour days of driving… between I-95 South being one lane only after dark and the fact that the fucking barge that I -had- to rent from U-Fucking-Think-U-Haul had a top speed of 55

IF I was lucky

And as we’ve seen as of late?
Luck?
What Fucking Luck?
I know not of what you speak.
We did however, despite downpours, and an uncomfortable night in a “Comfort” Inn… which BTW, the fucking room we had was a handicap room (only thing they had left with a king size bed) and it was fucking 3 times the size of the shithole apartment we just evacuated from… we made it home alive… It just took forever….

So, more for later. I’m not feeling the ‘Intrepid Reporter” thing that much these days… dunno… maybe need to update the moniker… let me know in the comments

Big Country

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Brevity 11

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
This’s a fucking test, a fucking test of the Fucking Backup Blog System. Remember, this’s only a fucking test. For that matter, this’s going to -eventually- be the primary site. The Bleggspot Site is a filler (leastways for now) And I’ma planning on doing moar here.

“The fustest with the mostest.”
My BIGGEST problem is navigating this fucking WordPress bullshit. At least with Blegger, I -know- how to do shit. Here I’m a fucking novice.

And it shows

So, for now? Some Memes and I dunno… whatever comes to mind:

So, More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter
Big Country

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