Greetings and Salutations! SO I got approved yesterday at noon. It was an interesting experience as GunGirl had given me the phone number to call and try and find out WTF the delay was. I called the very next day after the initial delay (as the process didn’t ‘clear’ and it was too late to call about it that evening.
The next day was also a bust. I got a hold of a guy who told me “More research was necessary.” To which I queried “Well why the fuck did my last 9-12 purchases over the past couple of years not need ‘MOR reeeserch'”? Oh course he had no answer. I even went as far as to get ALL 12 of my approval numbers from GunGirl.
When I called and gave them those, they were like “Unfortunately, the law has us ‘wipe’ any information pertaining to those transactions.”
How convienent.
So I had to be patient
And yesterday I was rewarded. First:
All I can say is “Euuu!!!Euuu!!!Euuu!!!” with the amount of Cosmo on the donor rifle… There’s a reason that it came mummified in a plastic sleeve/bag.
Unwrapped from it’s protective cocoon, the Ishpore 2A1 in .308 was not so imbued with ‘crap’. The rifling is NICE and crisp and I was pleasantly surprised to see the rear sight slide on there, as well as the trigger pieces/parts. Seeing that it was supposed to be completely stripped, it looks like someone got lazy. Here’s a few more pics:
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It’s missing the front sight blade, but no issue there… for reasons you’ll see. The rear sight is in pretty rough shape however:
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That’s a whoooole lotta nasty and rust. I -should- be able to recover it. If not?
Gloves were/are mandatory with handling this thing…
Now this is a “D&P” rifle, which means it’s a Drill and Practice ‘toy’ essentially, hence why it’s going to be a donor. They drilled a hole through the chamber, and then stuck a metal rod through it, and weld that in place. I’ll show that after it gets cleaned up.
You can see that round metal circle at the front of the chamber. That’s the insertion point on the rod cutting across the chamber where they drilled through. The heavy paint markings are what shows it to be a drill rifle. As you can see, for the most part, the wood is in really good shape. This as opposed to the MK4 I did the last time around. It is however positively encrusted with the Cosmo.
Its rear sight is in really good shape as opposed to the primary.
Got Cosmo?
Yes. Yes I do. You can’t really see it, but Hooo boy. The front sight is a solid block of it all packed up in there. It’s gonna be a stone bitch cleaning this thing up. The action is also pretty funky:
Oie-Gooey with LOTS of Cosmo Goodness for All!
Also, because it’s a drill rifle, the mag doesn’t have any internals, and as I’ll show you later, the shell is actually worthless, as a full lip that normally holds the rounds in the mag is sheared off, whether intentionally or not I have no idea. It does make it absolutely worthless to me, so that’ll be getting trashed.
To be honest, that’ll save me some time on the cleanup by not worrying about it. That and also, the .308 2A1 takes a completely different mag, with a sharper incline to it, as the rounds are much different. .303 being a rimmed cartridge and .308/7.62 not so much.
I did check out the wrist of the Primary:
RIFLE 7.62mm 2A1 R.F.I. 1966
The donor rifle is from 1944, but I haven’t dug through the grease yet to get a full read. I’ll follow up as I go with that. The First Step is to get the chems together that I’m going to need, and then tear this sucker down, and then see what I have to play with. So here we go again Same Old Shit Again
Greetings and Salutations! Tonight was supposed to be the post-pickup of the Ishapore 2A1 Barreled Receiver and the “Donor” Rifle. Unfortunately for me, I have to apparently call the fucking FLDE Gun-Buy-Permissions folks and talk to them.
I didn’t get a denial, but it’s still “in progress” After 6 and a Half Hours.
I already knew and had planned and scheduled the timeframe, as ever since the X tried to have my ass fried in Legal Oil, my weapons purchases(s) have taken significantly longer with only ONE denial, which was reversed when I called them.
THAT was a funny call.
“Well Mister BCE, you gots some Domestics and “Other Charges” on here…” (Yes, I was dealing with a pure-dee DEI Hire who had to ‘ax’ me some questions)
BCE: “Well Ma’am, I was never convicted of said-specious charges, and I resent the implication and impugning of my character… ALL the charges were Adjudicated, and I still retain my gun rights”
DEI Hire”…………….” (I used words of more than one syllable… I think I put her brain in vapor lock)
BCE: (adding before she can say anything) “Also Ma’am, the charges stemmed from a bad divorce in 2016, and since then, I’ve purchased and been approved for multiple firearms purchases. What seems to be the issue now?”
DEI Hire: “……………..(more vapor lock) Let me put you on a brief hold”
>Bad Hold Music< DEI Hire: “Looking over your record, and Yes, you HAVE bought and been allowed to purchase firearms since that time, Mister BCE, you’re all set, sorry for the confusion…”
So yeah. I positively dread calling tomorrow, as I have NO IDEA who nor what intelligence level I’m going to be dealing with. The very fact that the whole thing is such a fucking farce…. I mean I’ve bought what? 3 rifles in the past 2-3 months? It surely can’t be that can it?
I mean it’d be one thing if I was buying all modern day DotMil level stuff, but ‘beater’ C&R MilSlurp that I’m using for fun and blogg-fodder?
Tell me it ain’t so.
Guess I’ll find out in the A.M. while at work. So More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Dunno what happened, but I think DiveMedic got things unscrewed. I had no access to the site. So my apologies for tech issues.
Well… A quick recap: A couple of days? ago I got the flu. Like a full on bronchial infection that I picked up when I went to the VA. Missing 1/2 or more of an airbag from the Cancer leaves me wide open to air-based infections, and there were a lot of older guys hacking and wheezing and coughing in the hospital, and well…
Been down for a few days, and still have a nasty hack with nasty ‘stuff’ coming up. Ugh. Grossness. I should be back to 100% shortly. The pain of it is the whole ‘missing airbag’ thing… Shortness of breath in situations like this are real. I’ve done pretty good at adjusting to such things, to the point that I was able to deploy post-op (after the lobectomy) to Afghanistan…
I mean I couldn’t walk very far for a while until I adjusted… the whole “3300 feet above sea level” thing was a pain, with Bagram at “5000 feet above sea level” being even worse… thin assed- air… Maybe a ‘normal person’ wouldn’t have noticed, but missing an airbag? Yeah ‘sucking hind tit’ is real.
So I’m rolling.
Now, as far as current projects? Well, Reader “ST” found some Enfield ‘stuff’ in his father’s stuff after Dad had passed. Seems Dad was an Enfield guy, so he asked (and I of course accepted) if I wanted a stock he’d found in the back of a closet.
It showed up today. It’s in great shape, but needed a wipe down with some Murphy’s I figured:
So I hit it:
And it’s pretty much pristine! VERY few dents and/or scratches. It’s magnificent. And I also found the manufacturing stamps:
It’s a Canadian MK 1, Mod 4 Canadian Long Branch. The Arrow inside of the “C” and the “L/B” combo at the top. It indicates it’s an original manufacture from 41-45. New/Old Stock in perfect shape.
Now… how does this factor in? Well…
The Next Project?
Well… I got a $70 deal on a barreled Lee Enfield MK 1 Mod 2A1 .308 Ishapore rifle. In total, $84 w/shipping to GunGirl’s FFL. Essentially it’s a SMLE except it shoots the .308/7.62mm round.
And to round out the various pieces/parts? $130 on Atlantic Firearms for a “DP” (Drill Purpose rifle, with a ruined chamber/barrel which is for ‘drill’ only) rifle. It has almost 95% parts of an SMLE, with a bad barrel and chamber.
I figure I can strip the DP down, and repurpose the remaining parts, and make a .308/7.62mm Ishapore rifle, and hey, we’ll see what happens. The 2A1 was made in India post-colonial times as a ‘modern caliber’ firing version of the SMLE.
Lots of people have said it’s (the barrel/receiver) is a POS, but what the hell… I’m on an Enfield kick, and why not? I’d rather try firing some .308/7.62mm at $0.20 cents a round as opposed to $1 a round for .303? And using the DP Rifle? The wood alone is worth MORE than $130 once I repurpose it… cleaned up/sanded and oiled?
A set of replacement wood is like almost $300. Add on the “fiddly-bits”? Yeah.
Looks like (provided everything goes smoothly) that I’ll be building a 2A1 for about $300+/- invested (the mag is the $$$ at $80 w/S&H) and then see who may or may not want it?
Also, the Curio and Relic license paperwork is done. I’m planning on doing this almost full time if I can. If not full time, at least time enough to make some side cash.
Greetings and Salutations! OK Brace for badthink and hatethought, never mind criminalspeak. And oh yeah, naughtytalk… “Big Brotha” is going to have a field day with this one.
So I run around on Twitter occasionally. I blame WiscoDave as on the daily, usually twice a day, ole WD send me and a bunch of others our ‘daily update email’ with a LOT of great links which include a big ole pile of Twitter ‘stuff’…
Now ages ago I made an account on the Twatter… Back in the “Bad Old Days” of the Dorseydork et al. So I do have a ‘blue checkmark’ as like I said I did this waaaaaaaay back in the day when Twitter was new, and hey, I was in Iraq “Reporting from the Front Lines” so to speak… Not that I did a lot of posting there as I quickly realized that much like Reddit, it was a cesspool and echo chamber of Leftards and Douchecanoes.
Nevermind that the guy in charge looked like a dirty fucking Hobo looking for his next bottle of ‘Thunderbird’…
Jes’ Sayin’
So today, due to WiscoDave’s links, I found this Gem:
For whatever reason, it’s not letting me embed the tweet… Link Above
Now the focus of this whole thread was towards the fact that the DotMil folks in the Puzzle Palace on the Potomac, AKA the Pentagon has folks in the Judge Advocate General’s orifice willfully and intentionally ignoring a direct order from the Commander In Chief AKA OrangeManBad. Said-order being the ditching of “DEI Bullshit”.
In these two examples, they have their ‘personal pronouns’ showing in their signature blocks. OK. Fine. Me? I’m not overly worried per se. The DotMil will always have some asshole(s) who want to push as far as they can, but eventually, the FA/FO factor kicks in, and they’ll end up sorry and fucking sore.
And seeing that both are broads? They probably think that they can get the usual “pussy pass” that a lot of ‘splits’ get in the DotMil. Maybe they will, maybe they won’t? I don’t care either way…
What did catch my attention was the name:
And if you look to the corner, you’ll see my comment…
“Quo’Vadis Parker” Tell me you’re black, without telling me you’re a black…. What’s next!?! E-Pluribus Jackson? Nolo Contendere Jones???”
I… like… how? What… Uhhhhh….
Like for fucking real That Left me UTTERLY BAFFLED This’s more in Art Sido’s wheelhouse, but man, I just couldn’t let this one go…
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Believe it or not, this fucking Rabbit Hole just got really fucking deep and even moar fucked up and twisted than I expected.
As I’m pecking this out, I had the realization that the chosen pronouns are “she, her, hers”. OK… not sure who picked out the name (as it stands and as I was going to talk about the translation from Latin is ” Where are you going?” which in itself is odd… but anyway, I decided I need a picture of this broad to round out my bashing. Here’s what I found from 2023:
That pic was taken when Quo’Vadis won the 2023 McGriff Leadership Award and Rickert Distinguished Graduate Award.
Which is fine.
What isn’t fine is that I think I found out why “It” (gimme a second here) seems to be refusing the lawful order(s) regarding DEI elimination from the Department of Defense… See, I did my initial search for the picture using the Google “Images” thing…
I then went over to the “All” tab which brings up all the Articles/Info about your query, whereupon I got the A.I. ‘breif’ so to speak, which I screencapped:
OMFG
Holy. Shit.
“…his Leadership” “…his performance”
The “What The Fuck” zone just went so deep I think it’s a Black Hole!!!” (or maybe ‘blaq’, Jes Sayin) Like we just went to “Ludicrous Speed” here in like .01 seconds…
I think I broke my neck with that bit of whiplash
I was planning on riffing on the nature of various blaq folks to hang on their kids (sorry not sorry) with some seriously fucked up monikers. As I stated in my reply (which is gaining hits and a few new followers, which for me is unusual) is what’s next?
HOWEVER! Realizing that good ole Quo’Vadis was a dude and now identifies as a split tail? OMFG. No wonder it’s refusing to follow orders. DEI To the Max Apparently!!! “It” is part of the fucking problem!!!
I mean OMFG… my mind is blown. I need an addition set of arms or two to do the facepalms that are required for this level of psychosis. A huuuuuge reason I’m bothered is this’s the fucking Judge Advocate General’s Office we’re talking about!!!
THESE are the fuckers who have essentially IMO functionally crippled our DotMil with their fucked up prosecutions and Rules of Engagement and well… you name a law/rule and/or anything else that the DotMil runs on legally-speaking, and you’ll find the snail-trail of slime and scum that the JAG fuckers leave behind.
And as it seems, the “Chief Warrant Officer of the (JAG) Corps” is a fucking transvestite!?!?!?!
No fucking wonder ‘things’ have been so utterly and completely as my Drill Sergeant would have said “Fucked up From The Neck Up”. The god-damned inmates have apparently infiltrated and are now running the fucking asylum.
Sweet God in Heaven
BTW… as a side note: Art if you want to take the whole ‘name thing’ and run with it, it’s all good in my book… the discoveries I’ve made here sort of left me cold as to making fun of the usual “Chimp-antics” that we’ve become so accustomed to.
A BIG part of my issue NOW is that when you were in for as long as I was, as well as all the years I spend supporting the DotMil, it’s like that old Meme “Well back in MY day…” sort of thing… which is really fucked up that we went from a Army that was a lean, mean Ass Kicking Machine to a bunch of whipped dogs/curs who’re under the control of a giant pile of mentally ill sociopaths…
Damn if it isn’t disheartening.
I mean granted ALL the top end brass and politicos were/are sociopaths, but at least ‘back in the day’ we knew they weren’t full and completely compromised and utterly bugfuck Leftists who apparently worship Stalin and are full on crazy/insane.
I mean I much preferred OUR group of pro-Izzy Reaganite Right Wing Oriented Sociopaths.
At least they knew the difference between a man and a woman, and knew not to fuck around with all the fake and ghey shytte amiright?
“Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell” right?
True Story from “Back in The Day” that’s related
When I joined the DotMil, I met a guy that I’ll call “D” for this. D was when he joined a disgruntled former short order cook. We both joined in NH, and sort of ‘buddied up’ for the whole intake process. We went to Benning together, and when we got there, we got seperated into different companies, but the same Battalion, so we saw each other on a rare occasion.
After Gulf One, we ended up meeting up again when we both got RIF’d (Reduction In Force when Bush #1 ‘shrunk’ the Army down to like nothing). We ended up in the same Reserve Unit and pretty much joined ourselves at the hip, to the point MomUnit and DeadDad sort of adopted him as Son #3. D’s fam situation was sort of fucked up, what with a MIA dad, a crazy Mom (who sort of adopted me herself in her own way) and a older brother doing hard time for murder…
We literally spent like almost 18 months trying to get back on Active Duty. We smoked a lot of weed, banged a lot of slores during this time… a great Battle Buddy/Fren to say the least. When the slots opened up, we both went back in together, and both of us got stationed together at Hohenfels with the OPFOR in 1/4INF. Like I said, joined at the hip. My brother from another mother…
Anyways, to the meat of the story.
We ended up getting split up as the years progressed, and he stayed in after I got line-of-duty retired. My understanding is he made E-6, but got permanently career-sidelined by having a convicted notorious Murder-Brother IRL which according to JAG (yeah the same fuckers who have MAD Tranny issues as mentioned before!) JAG said D was a ‘potential security risk’ so he ended up just riding the train to 20 years as a Staff. Mind you, D’s brother?
Let’s just say he’s fucking famous for who he offed. Like a MAD HIGH PROFILE murder, hence the issue… I can’t reveal as it’d directly doxx my man.
Anyways…
D and I stayed in contact for a number of years. We even met up in Baghdad when he was the Platoon Leader of a Bradley Section and I was the ‘scumbag contractor’. We had kids about the same time and got divorced about the same time. Like I said, my brother from another mother for sure. In fact I’m still mad-tight friends with his Xwife as she’s a sweetie, and TBH he was the bastard in the divorce…
So before he and I went sideways fren-wise, (another strange story there) he told me a funny story. Seems he was a Platoon Sergeant in Germany at the time. He tried like Hell to stay in Germany as his X, my fren that I mentioned, was a German Fur-Line, and after the divorce took herself and their kinder back to Deutschland. He wanted to be close for the sake of his son. He was then given a Platoon of Infantry… for the most part, a pretty good gig, being in an E-7 slot and all… BUT!
He had what would best be called an “Oddball Troop”
Now mind you, this was at the absolute height of the “Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell” timeline for the DotMil overall. Clinton had instituted it in 1994, and man… if we only knew then what we knew now? I think the complaints and bitching about THAT particular issue would be like ZERO compared to the current “Lets celebrate ALL the perversions and mental illnesses!!!” that the DotMil was initially forced and then enthusiastically embraced as the sickos infiltrated… anyways…
Said Oddball never fit in. D said he seemed like a normal troop
However
No one wanted to room with him
And there were a LOT of rumors and whatnot about him from the other troops about his weekend activities… he apparently didn’t ‘hang out with the guys’ which in an Infantry Unit?
Yeaaah… a bit odd and strange… HIGHLY Questionable even…
However, he was ALWAYS METICULOUSLY on time ALWAYS at the right place/right time in the right uniform Like what seemed to be a zero-defect troop.
D had his reservations, but withheld judgement.
So, about six months after Oddball showed up at the Unit, D and the rest of the Battalion were given orders to have a “Dress Health and Welfare Inspection”. Now since the Army had become “kinder and gentler”, room inspections outside of health and welfare were forbidden. That of course didn’t stop commanders from coming up with creative ways to check out the Troops Barracks rooms.
So in this case, all of D’s troops, as well as the rest of the Battalion were told that a “Health and Welfare” inspection would be held on Friday for “Payday Activities”. That meant ALL of the troops in the unit had to polish and scrub their rooms, and be in fully pressed Dress Uniforms for the “inspection”. Having done this myself MULTIPLE TIME during the 10 years of Active Duty I did, I can say, without any doubt, that some of these things were the biggest pain in the ass… but to continue…
D, being the Platoon Sergeant, let it be known that the Platoon Leader (the LT) was on leave as his wife had just had a kid, so he was out of the picture. He gave his platoon a small speech the night before that meant to his guys “make sure your shit is tight, but seeings that I’ll be doing the walk thru, just make sure it’s good, but you don’t have to kill yourself over it, but if you embarrass me in front of the CO and fuck it up, I’ll fucking kill you” sort of thing…
Anyone who’s ever served knows the type of speech that he gave amiright
So… off he went. Room after Room Guys fully set up in their Class As, standing by outside of their room(s). Everything was running smoothly… The Company Commander, as well as the Battalion Commander were pleased…
Until
It was time to do the Oddballs’ Room
Now a wee bit of explanation is necessary.
As the “Inspection/Health and Welfare Officers” (i.e. the Company Commander, a Captain and the Battalion Commander, a Lt. Colonel) do their walkthrough, the Platoon Sergeant (D in this case) goes a room or two ahead of the main group to make sure there’s no issues in the rooms to be inspected… like a underaged German Broad hidden in a closet or bathroom or some such (and yes, that happened in my unit back in the day. That was a shitshow)
So D goes into the Oddballs room.
Everything is clean, the floor polished and everything dress-right-dress, meaning everything is in it’s proper place, and everything looks good. D then decided at the last second to open up the Oddball’s wall locker(s) (two of them, which was on the potential ‘inspection list’) one of which has his uniforms and ‘tactical gear’ (vest/armor/and other such ‘stuff’) while the other locker has his ‘personal gear.’ Juuuust to check before the brass showed up…
The uniform locker was fine.
The personal locker?
Weeeeeeeeell… D almost had a mental breakdown. D opened it and -BAM!- Right in the face:
Men’s Size 12 3in High Heels in multiple colors and such
A whoooole lot of Lingerie hung up neatly on hangers… MAD sexy/expensive MANS SIZED Lingerie… expensive shit that “our wives would have killed for.” (his quote) and to repeat: ALL in Oddball’s size…
A BIG selection of ‘Ordinance’ as we jokingly used to call it, i.e. HUGE rubber dicks and anal plugs… enough to handle “… his entire squad if he felt like doing so!” (another quote) ALL on display, in order, by size and girth no less… WTF???
And to add to it, D said there was enough lube “..to grease the tracks on our Bradleys for a month!!!”
As well as quite the selection of Gay German Porn that totally and utterly fried D’s brain. He told me in Iraq when he relayed this story that “I froze up… I mean… Jesus… I mean What the fuck am I supposed to do??? I mean bro… Bro… ‘Bruh!!!!’ “
The whole time Oddball was just standing there… all lackadaisical and not giving a fuck with a knowing grin on his face.
D literally slammed the locker door(s) shut and turned to face Oddball.
Now, because of these unnerving discoveries, D then grabbed Oddball, and told him “Go into your fucking room, lock the fucking door and don’t make a fucking sound!” and left it at that. The “I will kill you” wasn’t necessary that point.
So as the inspection/health and welfare check progressed, when the CO and the Battalion Commander came to that room, D told them that that room was currently unoccupied, and that they could move on. They shrugged apparently, and kept moving.
D literally could not and would not say a damned thing.
Whew… what a shitshow.
So yeah… “Strange Things Are Afoot At The Circle K” for sure apparently. Looks like the Augean Stables got a lot more shit that needs to be taken care of, and man, when do we reopen the Asylums and start packing these motherfuckers back into them? And then when do we get to burn down said-asylums so as to minimize the expense of taking care of a bunch of psychotic never-will-be-cured leftist retard?
Inquiring Minds Want To Know! Your Thoughts in the Comments! More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! So many projects, so little money/time.
Looks like I have a pretty good idea of how the “Fortunate Son” Ammo Can/Boom Box is going to go. A pair of 6.5in Waterproof Low Viz (i.e. thin) Speakers, (with Blue LEDs no less!) one for each side of the ammo can, with a 200w Amp being run off a 24v/4.5a ‘motorcycle’ battery (I know, I know, it’s not but it’s tiny like that) with a iPod ripoff running 32gigs of memory to run the music.
Now it’s just a matter of ‘gathering the gear’ so to speak.
So far the cost, including the switch is going around $200 on ‘sunk cost(s)’ so far. What I positively hate about projects like this is I get allllllll sorts of fired up about them, and forget about the ROI factor…
That and making sure Gretchen doesn’t figure the amounts I’ve spent screwing around on them. Which also leads me into another project.
Sarco has Lee Enfield #1 MK3s barreled receivers in Ishapore .308/7.62x51mm NATO, also known as the Enfield 2A. For $70 bux. I know Jesus/God loves me, but oh Lord, let this cup passeth me by….annnnnnnnnnnd…
Oops… I did it again…
Too late.
So yep. Be on the look out for that particular upcoming project. Seeing that I already have a boatload of fiddly-bits and whatnot available, and according to reports, the bores on these things are running “NRA VG/G” well… the temptation was a wee bit too much.
Especially in light of the fact that I have about 3000+ rounds of good 174gn FMJ 7.62×51 NATO on hand, which is a sight cheaper than the .303 Brit, even with reloading taken into account…
Which also intros me nicely into another new toy I picked up on clearance no less… a 60 round ATI Schmeisser S60 AK Mag.
I got it off a shady assed website, which one I really don’t remember, but the return addy said “Discount Enterprises Inc.”…
Go figure. So much shade, it may as well be in an Eclipse. Anywho
TBH I’ll be damned if I remember buying it. There’s a vague-ish memory some many-many-moons ago where the Beer was kicking my ass, and I was in one of those dangerous “Hey I got some extra shekels floating around, and that’s a great deal!” sort of things. Drunk-‘Zoning is what I’ve heard it called.
Lord knows there’s been plenty of returns to the ‘Zon for things bought unnecessarily while under the influence. In this case, $19.99 for what’s normally a $50 dollar item? Or as stated before in the comments, clearance? Shut the Hell Up and Take My Money!
SO it showed up, and man, I’ll be damned if’n this thing isn’t a literal brick:
As in “Brick, Ammunition, Type One Each, Extra Thicc” It’s practically two 30 round mags slapped together into one ginormous fat-assed Kardashian Level Thicc-Mag.
It also has dual windows:
Which gives you a pretty good view of the round count (as if that’s going to be a ‘thing’ if shit goes cray-cray and you’re using this thing). I also am aware this thing is going to literally weight a ton when fully loaded.
That’s what I’m doing when I get done writing this up, it a test-run of “how full is full?” for this thing, and see if it’s as good/bad as I read about. Meaning the reviews go from “It’s Shit!” (accusatory) to “It’s the Shit!” (declarative). I’ll make my own call after I load it up and get it to a range.
Personally, I’m not worried about it.
Berglander asked about my physical status as far as being able to hump if shit goes insane later on. Thing of it is, it’s the angle in which I have to sit on the Bike that tweaks my neck, with allllll my not-inconsiderate upper body size/weight is crushing down on my totally jacked carpal-tunnel wrists and having to tilt my nugget up, while wearing a helmet, at what’s a known bad angle? Yeah. Riding a bike sucks, but I can still hump my gear, plates, mags ruck and all no issue. It’s the ‘weird’ stuff like biking or Yoga that fucks me up. To continue…
I had to break out the spare deep lockered Warsaw Pact ammo to load this thing. The ‘combat loaded mags’ are just that, with the first 3 rounds in each combat loaded mag being Russian API, and the last 3 rounds being (I think) Romanian Green Tracer (non corrosive). I didn’t necessarily want to unload ant futz around with an already good setup, so I needed some ball. For this upcoming test I as stated, busted into the deep stores, and as you saw in the pic, it’s 1990s Yugo surplus M67 SKS ammo on strippers:
Which BTW, I was pleasantly surprised to see that it’s brass cased. I’m so used to that funky Russian brass-not-brass cased stuff, or the steel case Privi-Partizan non-reloadables. Guess I’ll have to strap my brass catcher onto the AK when I go to the range later this week. Waste not, want not. And yeah, I have either forgotten it was brass, or not paid attention when I bought it. I –do-remember the price was so crazy-good, it was a “must buy NOW!” situation, and I didn’t GAFF just what the casing was made of at the time.
Oh, and also, if anyone has a use for or wants the stripper clips from these after I get done loading up, please DM me at BCE187th@Protonmail dot com and I’ll mail them out gratis to you. I have enough spare firearms ‘stuff’ laying around, that spreading the wealth so to speak, especially if it’s someone who can use them (like an itinerant SKS guy) then hey, no problem man. Just let me know. If you have some patience, I’ll have like 10 or so after the next range time…
Otherwise… I have a mag to monkey with. More Later Big Country
No idea what Gretchen gave me, but OMG it did the trick after riding allllllll over the world with the Redhead on a Bike. LOTS of ZZZZs after the fact…
Surprisingly, it was my upper shoulders and neck that got tweaked, which I’m guessing is from having to lean over the frame to get to the handlebars. I woke up positively crippled, for which Gretchen went into her ‘bag o’meds’ and gave me -something- that zonked me out alllll day and a goodly portion of the night as well.
Either way, a wee bit of extreme rest was obviously called for.
The Redhead will do that to me.
And because of that, I’m behind on the rant-o-thon that I’ve oh so been neglecting. Now… to start with… let’s kick it over to Germany. We’ll start there as one story (out of the plethora out there) caught my eye, and is ripe for a breakdown IMO.
Now, granted this’s the Russian Times. That being said, like most Eurotrash News, as well as our own fucked up Ministries of Lies and Propaganda, it’s propaganda. However, with that understanding, there’s always a kernal of truth to be found, IF one digs deep enough. Thing of it is, and due to overwhelming societal pressure(s), I have no doubt if this isn’t becoming an option for Der Chermans.
A smol breakdown is needed, so…. Ever since the end of World War 2, especially in the Western Part of the Country, (meaning the US/French/British ‘occupied zones’) the very watchword of the day was “Alles ist in Ordnung” meaning “All is in Order”.
This was very important after the chaos that Herr MoustacheManBad unleashed on the entirety of the European Continent, if not the world overall. The Germans post-war 2 needed stability above all.
So, the very concept of “Ordnung” (order, discipline, rule, arrangement) and phrases like “alles ist in Ordnung” (everything is in order) have and had seriously deep roots and an impact on past as well as current German culture. The idea of “order” if you will, was/is to this day, a Kraut attitude that has it’s roots back centuries gone by.
Now? In modern times the phrase itself took on stronger and more a profound meaning culturally in post-War Germany. Given that after everything that happened in Weimar, and the MoustacheManBad era? The Germans were positively dying for some sense of “Teutonic Normalcy”
If anything, “Alles ist in Ordnung” is a good descriptive of the naturally seemingly anal-retentive nature of the Germans as a whole. To paraphrase (and IMO it’s applicable) is from the movie “Red October” when Admiral Painter said “Russians don’t take a dump without a plan” with the change being “RussiansGermans don’t take a dump without a plan” carries the same culturally adaptive conceptual weight.
In fact take that, and DOUBLE the need for a ‘plan’ when it comes to the Germans. My own experiences in Germany, while fighting against ‘Herman The German’ showed a distinct lack for independent thinking due to the inherent rigidity of their thought process. They’re absolutely hardcore ‘followers’ as opposed to natural leaders.
I mean look at the entire attitude.
Cars, Highway (the Autobahn) everything!
Naturally, this means a great deal of Precision and Coordination across a vast set of skills, motivations as well as overall production. Hell, part of the ‘theoretical success’ of the supposed “Final Solution (which was neither final, nor a solution) was due to the Strict German Adherence to the Rules and Regulations set by “those in Charge”.
Now granted, there’s a certain amount of flexibility ‘baked in the cake’ but for the most part, the Germans are quite content to allow things to ‘hustle and bustle’ along on the day-to-day, provided it’s someone else’s Bratwurst that’s getting shat on.
And since the arrival of the Afghans and their non-conformist attitudes and primitive asocial tendencies that come with being bipedal quasi-religious fanatics who utterly reject the need to homogenize themselves into Greater German Society?
Yeah, that’s a BIG Problem.
The Afghans, as a whole are chaos agents with regards to the German perspective of society. They and their Neo-Paleolithic ways are a positive anathema to a “Solid Germanic Ordered Society”… but because of their past? Unless the Germans are comfortable in rolling the clock back a dozen or so decades, and going all full on Leibstandarte SS MoustacheManBad, well they, the Germans that is, have one hell of a problem.
Part of it also stems from the very fact that violent crime, up until the “Afghani Cultural Enrichment Team” showed up, even the most VIOLENT of criminals were treated with kid-gloves. In fact it’s the very nature of the policing both there, as well as all sorts of other Eurofag countries that the fuzz NOW tend to go after ‘soft targets’.
For an example, England for one. You’ve had Rape-Muzzies raping and enslaving whole SCADS of innocent teen and even pre-teen girls in Oh-So-Many cities and townships that it defies explanation. Well… truthfully, it doesn’t defy explanation… in fact there is an explanation: COWADICE pure and brutally simple.
Just as the Krauts are going after 76 year old pensioners protesting outside of abortion clinics, or Britfag Fucking Queercops going after people for ‘asocial social media posts’ (read putting up “badthink” online), it’s a hell of a lot safer and easier than going after to nab a ‘real time doer’ (i.e. a Muzzierat-Rapist), especially if he and his buddies might have some AKs stashed somewhere with bad intentions towards the coppers…
That and some fucking piece of shytte Libtarded fuck might start fainting and carrying on about ‘oppression’ and ‘racism’. So much so as to make my head spin/hurt.
Pass me the Tylenol will you?
However, IF this plan that the Germans concocted is true, and they ARE actually going to try (and mind you I emphasize try in this instance) to forcibly conscript the Affy-Haj into fighting for the Krain? Maaaaaan… all I can ask is “Who was the reeee-tard who cooked up this particular abortion of stupid?”
Per the article: “German authorities are forcing Afghan migrants to join the International Legion of Territorial Defense of Ukraine in order to urgently replenish the personnel of the Kiev regime’s armed forces, which is experiencing an acute shortage of people.”
OK… great.
Then a bit further in, someone raises the point that that Haj that do go on and manage to somehow survive this “Magical Mystery Tour of Stoopid” that when they get back to Germany? That “Some of the refugees are likely to return to Germany after the expiration of their imposed contracts, possessing skills in handling weapons and explosives, as well as experience in combat.” Well OK… I’d say that’s the least of their issues…
As we got a couple of things to unpack here.
First and foremost regarding the last statement on “…possessing skills in handling weapons…”
Are you fucking kidding me!?!
Now besides the pantswetting attitude of the Eurofags towards guns and weapons in general, just who the fuck do they think they’re writing about!?!
The Fucking Afghanis are, as a group, practically if not literally spawned from the womb as natural Guerilla Fighters I swear. Any Afghani Male who’s made it past the age of 18 these day? Oh I’m fucking sure, despite any denials by said-aforementioned Afghan Male to the German Office of Immigration Officials, is well fucking versed in the use of multiple weapons systems up to and including light Anti-Armor rockets like the RPG-7.
So throw that load of bullocks right out.
The larger issue I think is that ONCE the Haj-on-the-Street… your average piece of criminally minded shitbag street hustler/rapist/thief now realizes that IF he gets hemmed up by the police, he’s looking at a one-way ticket to “Paradise” in the Krain, whether he likes it or not. Now, as a given… that means he’s not got a lot to lose doesn’t it now?
Any bets we see a BIG increase in violence against the Coppers in Germany over the next few, if in fact this is a real story? Case in point: Recently, A two-year-old boy and a 41 year old dude who tried to rescue the 2 year old were butchered by a Haji in a German park via the Haj having “Sudden Jihadi Syndrome” and going all stabby-stab on some innocents. “Police confirmed that a 28-year-old man from Afghanistan was arrested following the attack in Bavarian city of Aschaffenburg”
The pics that came out internationally (which are now scrubbed as I can see) showed the Haj-Attacker sitting on a fountain, grinning like a motherfucker, holding one finger up to the sky, which for a Jihadi is the symbol for them for essentially “Allah is Number 1” as the (female) gun toting Polizei showed up. He was grinning like a fool as he knew that he just secured himself three-hots-and-a-cot for like ever on the German Dime as well as having ‘made his bones’ with Allah for killing some infidels.
Any bets that IF that fucker knew he’s be getting shipped off to the Krainian Meatgrinder that the female cop who first showed up would have found herself facing a determined and highly lethal and aggressive foe? I’d say we’ll just have to wait and see… My thoughts that IF it’s true?
Watch for a significant increase in German Police Casualties UNTIL they (the Fuzz) finally decide that their lives are worth MORE than the life of an inbred, undereducated, probably illiterate, ungrateful piece of shit Islamist. THEN watch for an increase in dead Hajis… You heard it here first.
Now… To stateside: DAMN!!!
File under “shit I didn’t expect to read” today… I was leaving this to see if Art Sido was going to hit it, as it’s ‘his thing’ to go on about the various chimpouts and other such racially humorous articles that come across the ‘net.
I sent him an email, but I guess it got lost in the sauce.
That or he was so appalled that he couldn’t write about it.
Myself? Well… to a point I flinch in hearing/reading about said-crime, but by the thing that stood out to me is that the particular Perp in this Case? Maaaaaaaaaaaaan… she seriously must have a ‘thing’ against sex offenders.
Seems one funeral home worker in Texas, a female named Amber Laudermilk, age 34
was arrested and charged with, well…. she essentially cutoff the dead dude/sex offender’s ‘junk’ and stuffed said package down his gullet.
In front ow witnesses, i.e. the embalming/mortician students that she was apparently supposed to be teaching at the time. She also allegedly said “You didn’t see anything” right after cutting homeboy’s shit off.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan…
There’s issues and then there’s ISSUES
Either way, part of me wants to applaud her for being righteous against a known and convicted sex offender, and the other part of me wants to run like a motherfucker, as any broad who can do the whole ‘Lorena Bobbit Thang’ to a dude, dead OR alive gives me the heebie-jeebies…
Like WOW
Things are getting a mite weird(er) out there Watch your Six Don’t stick your dick in “Crazy” amiright? More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! Whew… ANOTHER full day of fun.
So as we left off, we did the whole “bicycle thing” that ended with the obligatory ‘blood trail’ through the Casa. We’d had a awesome time navigating the neighborhood, and the Redhead was her usual energetic self…
Alllll the way up until it was time to ‘head back to the barn’ so to speak. I’ll go into that in a minute… What we did do was rode all over Hell’s Half Acre I swear. Ye Olde Glutes and legs are notpleased with me, nor my ‘life choices’ right now.
Meh. I need to loose a bunch of weight… it’s time to saddle up again and get back down to bidness… Of course ALL of that hard bike riding weight loss profit went right-the-fuck-out the window when The Nuke needed ‘recharging’ in the form of a “Culver’s Ice Cream Stop”…
Now -I- was relatively well behaved… a single scoop of half-and-half (chonkolit and ‘nilla) with a wee bit of Hot Fudge. Sapper went ‘full retard’ as did the Redhead, as seen here:
We had to hose her off after as she ended up wearing quite a bit of the ‘nilla as it melted. As an FYI, Culver’s is like right up the street from me, and much like a Chik-Fil-A, the place is a license to print cash I swear… it’s always busy AF.
So a few other things happened on the way home as I started saying earlier… One of which was Red wiping out and ending up with the usual skinned knee or two, as well as her elbow. Thankfully it happened like -right in front- of the house. Sher attempted to brake on some dry leaves and the bike skidded out from under her.
Her being ‘new’ to the whole ‘no training wheels’ she ate the pavement. Not too badly, but enough to scare her (and myself initially) and get a lot of the Sympathy Voat from Gigi, i.e. Gretchen.
Many “Barbie” Band Aids later, she was good to go.
So in the end, it was a lot of fun. I then came home to cook dinner, which in this case I started prepping last night. I made a big ole pan of what is/was essentially Taco Beef. I took about 2.5 to 3 pounds of ground beef, added all the needed spices, as well as a well diced big ass onion, and simmered the whole thing up. Once it was done, I drained/strained out ALL the fat I could, let it cool, and then stashed it in the fridge overnight.
I did this knowing that I’d not have the time nor inclination to start dinner from scratch. Having the main ingredient ready to go, especially when making/using a versatile menu like taco-ground beef is a plus. This being as Red and Gretchen did NOT want burritos, which was on Sapper and MY menu. Instead, they wanted Nachos.
Too easy the way I had things rigged/preplanned.
I pulled the container of beef out, and started working. Thusly: A layer of nacho chips, then a thick layer the pre-made beef, then a layer of Queso (the medium-heat chip dipping liquid cheese), added some more chips, then some salsa, a wee bit more beef, and topped off with a generous helping of a 4 cheese Mexican blend cheese and in this case (as I was pressed for time) 3 minutes in the Microwave, and boom!
Restaurant Quality home-made nachos.
For the burritos, I made a serving of plain white rice in the rice cooker. About 3/4 of a cup. I then took the remaining beef, and threw it in my wok. Around this place my big-assed wok is the go-to pan just as an FYI. I set it to low/simmer, and then let it go for about 10-15 minutes to let it heat up without using the Microwave. I’d check on it every few minutes or so, and stir it up, and then, well…
I then went and threw the now-cooked white rice in with the beef. To assist in ‘flavoring’ it, almost a little OVER half a jar of the hot-hot salsa went into the wok. Then a full (but smol) can of Green Chilis were added to spice it up and ‘turn up the heat’ a bit more. I mixed all of that in together, and let it get nice n’hot on the stove. The rice was primarily to ‘thicken’ the amount of burrito beef filler we had, as the girls ate quite a bit of the nachos… it allowed me to make a nice fat set of burritos let me tell you.
A 3/4 cup of the cooked rice made a perfect amount to match up with the beef. Adding in all the hot salsa, and the can of chilis (with the juice from the can) allowed the rice to soak up the flavor, which added to the overall taste of the burrito filling.
Then I rolled out two heaping kitchen spoon sized servings to each Burrito/tortilla. I also added about 1/2 of the BIG kitchen spoon worth of the 4 Mexican cheese blend to each burrito.
Now, the tortillas? I used them BIG 12 or 14 inch across shells so to speak… And then, the stove setting… I forgot to mention, was set to 400 degrees at the beginning of this adventure… (sorry about that… I’m ALLLL over the place as I have Gretchen and the Redhead distracting the hell out of me as I -try- to write this, so forgive any lack of continuity to the tale)…
As I was saying, I set the stove at the get-go to 400 so as to bake the wrapped beef and tortillas when I got them all wrapped and stacked and prepped. Once I wrapped up all of them, I sprayed a bit of olive oil on the pan to make sure they didn’t stick to the baking pan, (which is an issue I’ve had in the past) and in they went for 15 minutes to get the final bake.
Needless to say, they came out great
ONE of them filled me up, as well as Sapper. They’re quite filling to say the least…
Now, on to other things… One was Red was digging into some of my crates before dinner, one of the ‘safe ones’ in this case as she is well aware and trained to not touch certain boxes and tool chests in Papi’s A.O…. (as an aside: It’s so nice to have a smart Gran who listens and understands when Papi sez “Dangerous!” and she genuinely listens and stays out of whatever I warned her about) Anywho… she was digging in a ‘good box’ and found something I forgot I had… namely a set of $5 “Fat Damon Civil War” sunglasses:
Got to love the snaggle-toofus grin… I told her “finders keepers” so she’s all excited that she’s got some new shades LOL. I got them waaay back when that shytte-Civil War flick came out… Since I had forgotten about them, I told her she could have them… However I needed to use them for ONE picture:
Not my best work, but you get the idea.
And yeah, that -is- a Multicam Tricorn Hat. Beats the hell out of me where I got it unfortunately… I really need to start keeping track of those webpages…
Then lastly: The next project that’s non-weapons related (to a point). I’m making a boom box (I think) out of an ammo can, with the on/off switch being thus:
And yes, if I can manage it, it’ll fire up by playing that song first and foremost Hell.. I may even put it on a loop… I might label the can itself “In Case of SWAT Raid, Flip Switch”… Y’all will see as it progresses.
Otherwise, off to a Fun Filled Sunday! More Later Big Country
Greetings and Salutations! What sort of month is this!?! Crazy is what it is…
Lots of good things habbening.
Like a for instance, OtherGrans got the formal Adoption done for the nukular powered Redhead, so no longer is the shadow of DC and DF ‘hovering’ in the background. I’ll take a bow in that the inital rescue so to speak was my planning and co-ordination that allowed OtherGrans to take nominal possession of the Redhead.
Gretchen and I at the time were not “hubz and wifey” so we we ‘out of the running’ so to speak, but Nona and ReadiFreddi ‘jumped on that frag’ for the long run, and Yay! She’s free!
Thank God Almighty, She’s Free At Last!!!
And she’s well aware of it, and thrilled herself. I think (mainly because she’s sharper and more astute than most adults I know) that she understood that she had a wee bit of a precarious situation vis-a-vis the custody thing. Now that it’s settled? Well, we, Gretchen and Myself, still maintain the partnership with the OtherGrans, so she’s over here for the beginning of spring break.
Today was “Mermaid Time” using the fin I showed you all before at the local Springs up by Fishhawk. Not a bad call as it -was- a gorgeous day, however… The spring was cold AF and despite her natural Nukular Powered 7 Year old Inner Power Core, her lil butt got froze clean off to the point her lips were blue at one point, and Gretchen had to get all “Drill Sergeant-y” to get her out of the damned water.
This of course ended well on multiple levels.
Her energy got wiped out by trying to stay non-hypothermic, so after dinner, she essentially crashed out hard which is a bonus as some nights? I’ve found the lil booger up at 0330 AM talking to and playing with her stuffed nan-in-namals (as she used to baby talk call her stuffies).
Gretchen was also a cold category casualty. Se’s out like a light right now next to the Redhead.
Tomorrow is Sapper and My turn.
We have to bust out our mountain bikes and go riding with her.
I’ve been told in the past that me on my mountain bike looks like one of them Russian Bears who’s trained in the circus to ride them itty-bitty bikes… I think it was the Serbian War Criminal who made that call, much to the delight and hilarity of all the locals in the neighborhood.
Go ahead and laugh.
I at least found a bike that is stout enough to haul my ass as well as have all my bug-out gear strapped to it. Front and rear dual saddlebags, tools, water bottle(s) GPS and smol computer that allows me to run tracks fed via the GPS… and as a bonus, I equipped it when I first got it with a “kid trailer” attachment as well as getting the trailer itself off of Fecesbook Marketplace for like $25 used. I can and have hauled a HUGE amount of shit as needed if things truly go all medieval… like a terminal power outage/EMP thing…
I do have the ability to laugh at myself however… I –do- look recockulas when I’m riding it, even without all the bug-the-fuck-out packs strapped to it… The only thing I’d like is to add an electric motor/gearbox to it as I am NOT getting any younger…
Jes’ Sayin’
So I again apoligize for the paucity of posting.
I’m alive, but OMFG busy-busy. I’ll update as I go, and nope… nothing new vis-a-vis the Redhead’s sister, AKA Adriana… (that I can talk about on an open freq) which sucks.
Greetings and Salutations! I found a new range to “vent my frustrations on”. It’s up in Fishhawk and whoo-eee! The place is so big you can rent a golf cart to haul you around as needed with your gear.
Clays, pistol and rifle ranges…
Today was the ‘shooting for record’ for record for the Springfield and the ‘matching numbers’ Lee Enfield No. 4. I wanted to get some groupings to judge the accuracy, as well as blow out the remaining crap in the Lee Enfield as the barrel fouling still had some crap up in there that after about 50 rounds, it was cleaned out.
Some of the holes in the targets are from some of the guys at the range that I let fire off a couple of rounds for funsies, as I do like to share and also bask in the accolades… some of the old timers were exceptionally pleased to “…see a younger guy who’s into the gunsmithing and restoration stuff!”
Heh. “Younger” Geez… I’m 55 but during the cold range phases, the discussions were allll about how gunsmithing is a dying art, as well as weapons preservation. One guy who was a Vietnam vet was allll about the whole historical; angle and how the last 20-30 years of anti-gun bullshit had made gunsmithing itself a almost dead art.
And all those places like the Sonoran Desert Institute are a HUUUUGE pile of shytte. That’s one of the big sponsors of a LOT of ‘Guntoobers’ like Brandon Herrera. The problem with that fucking place is it’s a huge scam. I researched that place out of curiosity… What I found out kind of pissed me off.
Seems that it’s an ‘all online’ remote gunsmithing “school” and I use the term loosely. The tuition is $26k without ‘assistance’ and they really go hard at Veterans to loot the G.I. Bill bennies from them. THAT I find horrible.
The reviews out there are very telling.
LOTS of people talking about the shitty curriculum. Apparently the coursework is so minimal, and that you can pretty much learn everything you ‘need to know’ off of youtoob vidyas, which is actually where a lot of the “teaching” happens!
Meh.
So back to the shooting. The results: Rifle: 1884 Springfield Trapdoor Round: 3 rounds of .45-70 500 Grain Flat-Nosed Lead Boolits Range: 100 Yards No Optics, just old Iron Sights while using a smol sandbag rest The Aiming Point was the red “Center Mass”
A little high. The left/right is I think from ‘recoil anticipation’ It’s hard not to brace while firing this Gorilla Killer.
Either way, I’m exceptionally pleased I need better sights tho… Which is a pain in the ass as the one on there I paid $150 for. It’s good, but a wee bit worn, and also, to be perfectly honest, I’m 55 and Ye set of Olde Marke One Mod One Eyeballz ain’t what they used to be.
BUT
Those are kill shots, and with practice this thing is going to be fun to keep working with. I mean throwing a 500 Grain slug a full football field, and hitting a 3/4 size man sized target? Not bad IMO. Fuck your plates, fuck your chest and fuck the guy behind you and HIS plates too.
Now, the other rifle. I’ll say I’m impressed. Now this one, it’s positively peppered with shots. That’s the target I let folks tag initially as the ‘cold range’ wasn’t going to be for a bit, and I couldn’t swap the target out easily, so it got a wee bit ‘shot up’. That being said:
Rifle: Lee Enfield Mod 1 Mk 4. Round: 170 Grain .303 Brit, 1970’s Greek Surplus (Thank You Borepatch!) Distance: 50 Yards (Initial Grouping) This is the initial 5 round group with a tight 4 round hit:
That was off the sandbag. A niiiiiiice and tight group of 4, with the 5th being a flier off to the far left. I do know that when I tore it apart initially when I first got it, the front sight blade was waaaaaaay off to one side… if I remember right, it was far to the left, and I re-centered it during the rebuild. Looks like I’ll have to do the ‘tap and shoot’ and realign everything. Get it back to the left…
So now I know I have two good shooters.
It’s been a minute since I’ve been to a range for an all day affair. Left me a lil drained from the heat (it got a wee mite hot today) but overall I had a literal blast with Sapper. He did like 2 shots through the Springfield and declined any more as his shoulder was beat from two shots. Wimp. LOL!
So nothing on the fam side… things are quiet.
Hence the necessity of shooting up shit to relax. Which was highly needed. The aforementioned Borepatch is the one who quoted it as “recoil therapy”. Truer words were never spoken.
Greetings and Salutations Without going too deeply into it, things have gone a wee bit sideways in Ye Olde Life with Gran#2, namely Adriana.
I cannot go into whuts up wid whut right now.
Needless to say, Gretchen, Sapper and myself are going to be a wee bit on the busy side for the next couple. Days? Weeks? No fucking idea. As far as I know she’s OK. A MAJOR part of the issue that I can hint at is what I had expressed before during the various trials and tribulations in that giving a 2 year old to a 77 Year Old Lady was not a good idea.
She’s now 80 and in ill health. Addy is now 5. You do the fuckin’ Math as Elon would say…
Suffice to say WE haven’t done a thing. We’re on ‘standby’ Watching the implosion if you will from a distance. Which I knew was going to eventually happen.
So if I’m out-of-pocket and out of sorts, be aware I’ll update and entertain as I can. Feeling cute, might poast more later. Right Now?
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Why can’t ‘things’ be simple!?! I just wanted to be left alone… Guess we all know how that turns out…
And no, no fundraiser, outside of me selling outright some of the firepower that I recently restored. Inquiries at the DM email. More Later Big Country
