{"id":9882,"date":"2026-08-13T05:04:10","date_gmt":"2026-08-13T05:04:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/?p=9882"},"modified":"2026-08-13T05:27:37","modified_gmt":"2026-08-13T05:27:37","slug":"a-big-day-and-a-story-from-the-last-hurricane-take-notes-this-will-be-on-the-final-exam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/2026\/08\/13\/a-big-day-and-a-story-from-the-last-hurricane-take-notes-this-will-be-on-the-final-exam\/","title":{"rendered":"A BIG Day and a Story From The Last Hurricane (Take Notes, This Will Be On The Final Exam)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Greetings and Salutations!
OK
So it’s off-fish-ul.
The Dooney now has my last name. Not -fully- adopted, but recognized and acknowledged (by the courts) that he’s my son<\/strong>, if only in name.

Those of you who have been around here for long enough know my moniker, well, it’s a pleasure to add a stronk male to my family name… reason being that the issue here is outside of Spawn Number One, my family name ends with him (Spawn #1 and\/or the Dooney).

And TBH I’m not even sure he’s willing to keep it long term due to the massive amount of ‘bad blood’ between us (Spawn #1) which is a fucking shame. Lord knows I’d love<\/strong> to reconnect, but it’s on him. Him AND his sister\/brother or whatever the current thing is… I miss them both horribly… I still love TF out of them, despite their own thought processes…

I figured since the X-In Laws cashed in, and that it’s just<\/em> them and their mother, that they might<\/em> be willing to try and talk to their old man, but who the Hell am I kidding!?!

I even reached out MULTIPLE times (while the X-In Laws were still alive, which is why I -think- I got no response) to my X as, well… Gretchen Knows, she was my first true love<\/strong>.

I thought I’d be with her ’til the end of time……………

(cue farting noises)<\/strong>
Yeah…… right motherfucker…

So much for sentimentality amiright?
<Queue Sad Trombone Noises>

On the other hand????
With the Dooney?
Well, it’s New Fam 2.0.
I got a son!!!
A cute<\/strong> blonde “Juggernaut” Sized Son!
I mean the kid is<\/span><\/strong> a fucking beast<\/span><\/strong>.
So anyway, like I said we went all the fuck over today<\/strong> and got a LOT of shit done.

After the lawyer, we hit (cr)Applebees, as G loves one of the meals there… Oriental Chikin Salad I believe???…. go figure. Me? I was grossed but dealt with it as they have a “2 x for $25” app and two main meals deal.

Cheap is great!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Dooney OTOH had his own ideas…

He kept reaching for my fon, which made a cute pic.
But yeah…
Wasn’t hungry apparently, but was ‘active’ in all respects, to include flirting with the waitress, which is something Spawn #1 used to do constantly.<\/strong>

Lil Booger (Spawn #1) was a male whore I swear… Hit on ALL the ‘hawt chicks’ he could, which led to uncomfortable conversations with the wife later, the lil fucker LOL. He especially<\/strong> had the proclivity of hitting on what I call “stripper moms” which were females, HIGHLY attractive HAWT AF females who’d usually be shopping mid-morning with their<\/strong> singular kid. The usual way things went was their <\/strong>kid would invariably notice I have a Blue’s Clues paw print tattoo. I got it because of Spawn #1… he was soooooooooo into Blue’s Clues…. Anyways… Once the kid (stripper-mom’s) kid had latched onto the fact that I had a “clue” on my leg….. well, let’s just say the conversation went very interesting <\/em>shortly after…

Yeah, I’d get matchbook covers with “Mercedes” or “Bambi” written on it with phone numbers written on them but I’d invariably hand them over to the Wife-of-the-Time…better safe than sorry….

So anyways…
Back to the point: The Dooney.
For all intents and purposes, he be mine now.

Which I’m very comfortable<\/strong><\/em> with.

So yeah… on top of hitting the Lawyers to sign the paperwork, we also<\/strong> managed to get the car registered for the next two years. Seems we had some ‘unpaid tolls’ (which is bullshit<\/span><\/strong> IMO) that had<\/strong> to be paid off before<\/strong> they’d renew our shit…

So I ended up calling not ONE but TWO different toll companies, and paying out like $80 worth of tolls that I had no idea<\/strong> were even out there. Thankfully, the app and the website\/person on the other end was able to clear our shit, as we’d been sitting in the DMV with a bunch of unwashed scum for 2 plus hours, to include some obnoxious Australopithecus that appeared to be about three or four years old. It was acting out, and when the Sheboon that spawned it told it to “Shut the fuck up and behave!”, it replied by telling her to “Go fuck yourself!” and throwing twin middle fingers….

I wish<\/span><\/strong> I was lying\/exaggerating\/making it up.

This was a kid smaller<\/strong> than the Dooney.

Given me 4 more years, a boatload of training, and MY<\/strong> Boy would wreck<\/strong> their Boy without breaking a sweat. However, that being said, I’m going to make sure the Dooney understands his position as a subjugated (for now) White Kid who, IF he needs to defend himself from an Australopithecine, that he kills<\/strong> it on first contact, leave no witnesses, and E&E as best he can, and keep his fucking mouth shut.<\/strong>

It’s the only way to deal with rabid animals Amiright?

Yepper.
Best Defense is a Capable Defense and a Lethal One at that.

Lord Knows in the next 6-8 months, shit is MOAST DEF going to hit the fan. I mean we’re about to have the worst<\/strong> harvest here stateside that we’ve seen in 40+ years.

Add on that the NEXT planting season?
Well despite<\/span><\/strong> all the claims of the cabal around RetardOrangeManWorthless’s claim? Locally, we have a company called Mosaic. Mosaic is the Number one open mining company that’s digging up Phosphate. I’ve gotten word that out of the FIVE giant Phosphate open-pit mines we have locally, that three<\/span><\/strong> of them have shut down recently due to the inability to get the “Other Stuff” needed to make good<\/span><\/strong> fertilizer.

All of which have to come thru Hormuz.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.
If I were you, I’d (like we already are here) start stockpiling canned good, ‘cos MY look is genuine famine<\/strong> for the rest of the world, with just ‘outrageous prices that our DotGov will soon handle’

Meaning that the food will be available, but insanely<\/span><\/strong> expensive, and that the current Cabal (circa June 2027) will be blaming the companies for “outrageous price increases” and “profiteering” rather than reality that well…. shit’s expensive… you want it, you gotta pay, ‘cos there ain’t no other shit out there. NO ONE will be held responsible.

Fuck Y’all
Y’all are on Your own.

YMMV.

So case in point:
Hurricane Milton
BAD JuJu there.

We had the power out for 9 days.
It was interesting<\/em> to say the least.

My house became a MAJOR<\/strong> gathering point after 72 hours as, well… no one else had a radio. How insane is that??? Like your basic, plain battery powered AM\/FM radio????

For the first 48 hours, EVERYONE still had ‘basic’ internet.
Cell Service had shit the bed early on, but one could still get commsx from their phone thru the net, IF they’d set it up.

However, once the ‘shit started folding’ so to speak… well… connectivity went sideways. My battery UPS (uninterruptible power supply) kept my PC, monitor as well as my router up and running UNTIL<\/span><\/strong> the source (the hub where the main line sent out the signal to our internet) shit the bed at I believe<\/em> was 72 hours…. it might have been 84 hours, but when it shut down, that was it.<\/em>

Once that happened?
Well, I have a bunch of ‘survival radios’
No batteries needed.
Some crank powered.
ALL quality manufacturers…

After 3-4 days no one<\/strong> locally, outside of those willing to run their vehicles to power their radios, NO ONE had a clue as to what<\/strong> was going on, the situation<\/strong> as it was, and what to expect<\/strong> from potential hostiles.

See, the local AM Radio station put out a bunch<\/strong> of good intel on just what<\/strong> to be looking for as far as looters went. It seems that since a whole slew<\/em> of folks had ‘hatted up’, ‘popped smoke’ and got the fuck out of Dodge, there were quite a few “<\/em>abandoned” domiciles in various Areas of Operation locally, to include mine. It turns out that the ‘looting gangs’ (and yes, they were<\/strong> of a particular 13% group for the most part) would roll into a neighborhood, and ‘test’ various houses to see if someone was home, if it they could get their ‘loot on’ so to speak…

The way they’d ‘test’ it was the see A) if there was a car in the driveway, and then B) rather than chance an unpleasant face-to-face encounter, they’d have someone throw a rock through the front window of the targeted house.

If no one reacted to the broken widow after a few minutes, it was “loot on!” and they’d do what scumbags would do. Now I’m not sure of the other<\/em> side of my neighborhood (it’s split into North\/South sides, I live on the South side which is superior when it comes to crime not happening FWIW) as far as the crime level there<\/strong> buty I do know<\/span><\/strong> that at one point on day 4? Maybe 5?

Sapper and I had broken down our patrol schedule on Day 2 of the “shit”. I took nights as I have a fuckton moar<\/strong> training utilizing Night Vision as well as ‘sneaking\/creeping\/peeking’ as well as ‘shooting\/scooting\/looting’ I figured he could handle patrolling the neighborhood, in the open, armed, geared up, and be able to respond to anything that might<\/em> happen.

Me?

I went “Ninja Mode”
3rd Gen PVS-14B that had ‘fallen off one of my trucks’ in Affy

My backup was a PVS-4a, a 2nd gen. BIG night scope.

Add on my ability to creep around unnoticed?
DESPITE being big dude?
I was pretty well known for being a ghost in the Infantry back in the day… As I said, I call it my ‘ninja mode’….

Otherwise

Yeah… During this shytteshow, only one time<\/strong> did I have an issue. 3rd? 4th maybe day in… Shit was still shut the fuck down, I had the only<\/span><\/strong> connectivity and\/or radio\/internet (thanks Elon… the Starlink went up day 4.5 in) Anyways…

A rando-Toyota with 3-4 people in it, driving with lights off.

Now mind you, while on patrol, I was actually carrying an ‘off weapon’… Normally I would have been packing either an M-4, or my AK… However…. a couple of neighbors were worried about round overpenetration (legit) so I rolled heavy with a 12 gauge…

That being My Panzer M-4 12 gauge running Grey Cerakote with Wood Furniture, with a heat shield and bayonet mount. Said bayonet being a (relatively) new issue Marine Corps Ontario Knife OKG-3S Stabby McStab-Stab….

Overall, a LARGE\/LONG stabby-badass 12 gauge loaded for fun.

It just made it a bit moar difficult to ‘engage at range’ so to speak. 7.62x39mm or 5.56x45mm (NATO round) might<\/em> fuck up some innocents (overpenetration). Mind you, I kept them ON HAND meaning my M-4 was literally<\/em><\/span><\/strong> <\/em>on my back, with 6 spare mags, and ready to go at a moment’s notice<\/em>.

HOWEVER|When they hit me with the ‘high beams’ and saw<\/strong> just WTF MY end of the neighborhood was prepped for? Yeah… saved us a lot of heartbreak. This apparently is common AF<\/strong> by all reports… Make of it what you will…. the very fact that no one<\/strong> had what 20 years ago was a basic<\/strong> owned item (AM\/FM\/SW radio) STILL blows my mind. One of you readers out there in response my original poast about this sent me a BUNCH of 1960s battery powered AM\/FM radios, which have been properly disbursed, but I still<\/em><\/span><\/strong> <\/em>it incredible that shit like this still<\/span><\/em><\/strong> happens today….

Make of it what you will

So yeah, best be ready.
I know this’s meandering but I’ve had MOAR than a few celebratory bleers as I know have a new son… I’m also exhausted, as it’s been a full day. Go figure.

So More Later Y’all
Much Love
Big Country<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Greetings and Salutations!OKSo it’s off-fish-ul.The Dooney now has my last name. Not -fully- adopted, but recognized and acknowledged (by the courts) that he’s my son, if only in name. Those of you who have been around here for long enough know my moniker, well, it’s a pleasure to add a stronk male to my family … Continue reading “A BIG Day and a Story From The Last Hurricane (Take Notes, This Will Be On The Final Exam)”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9882","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9882","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9882"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9882\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9890,"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9882\/revisions\/9890"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigcountryexpat.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}