Big Country Expat

Greetings and Salutations!
It’s me I’m back!
I know I’ve been a bad bad BC but hey! LOTS of ‘life’ going on.

This being the 4th, OF COURSE we started to get a lil rain (the first we’ve seen during daylight hours) when I was planning on BBQing on the Weber this afternoon… Not a big deal really, as we desperately need the rain.

My bass pond in the back has never been this low in the 25+/- years I’ve been here. In fact I a wee bit worried that if we don’t get some rain in decent amounts I’m seriously concerned that it’ll go anoxic. For those of you who don’t understand this, when a pond goes anoxic, it means the dissolved oxygen (DO) level has dropped to near zero…

Which means all my fishies die…

It happened to a housing area aways over from mine, and if the wind was right, you could smell all them fish rotting away… Plus the sulfer-ish stink that goes with it.

I really hope that doesn’t happen as we have this big ole Bass who lives in the pond… the pond itself is catch and release, and he’s been caught quite a few times. In fact waaay back in the day when DC was here, the Babydaddy (Adriana’s dad) caught him, and after we got pictures, he put him (the fish, not the Babydaddy) back into the pond.

He’s pretty hefty, but as he’s a Bass, and pretty much inedible, he’s been around for a long stretch. Hope he’s OK right?

Sad that I have more empathy for a fucking fish in my pond in the back yard that 90% of the rest of humanity amiright?

So lets see…

The Dooney Abides.
The (current) growth spurt seems to have subsided. He really had a tough couple of weeks, and because HE had a tough few week, WE had a tough few as well. No sleep, constant feeding and he’s learned how to growl now when he doesn’t get what he wants. It’s very cute but still… a behavior we do NOT want to encourage.

We haven’t (unfortunately) seen the Nukular Powered Redhead for a LONG minute as there are only so many hours in a day and days in a week… We’re hoping to be able to see her in the near future. I DID however get a pic of her on the day she ‘graduated’ from Second Grade!!!

Oh my aching knees/back (insert your age-related pain)!!!
8 Friggin’ years old!?!
2nd Friggin’ Grade!?!
Drinker, if you would:

That about sums it up donnit?
I mean FFS, THIS is the redhead I remember:

She was juuuust a little under what Dooney is right now (he’s at 6 months and two weeks…) Red, OTOH? In that pic she was just at 6 months +/-. She still has the blue-blue eyes, whereas the Dooney seems to be turning to brown.

Which dovetails into the ‘middle sister’, Addy:

That was her First B-Day party.
You can see a LOT of the similarities w/the Dooney
And her current status:

We’re a bit worried as one can see, she tends to take after her bio-mom in being a chunky-monkey. However, she’s happy and being well cared for as we talk on the regular. Today her and her Dad are headed down to the shore to see the fireworks so I’m sort of jealous.

Here at the Casa, I might light off some ‘stuff.

I have some new 37mm fireworks to try as well as a smoke and flare combo that needs testing. The last time I messed around with a smoke mix, I accidentally made it too ‘hot’ as in it burned FAR too quickly. (turns out I used too much sorbital I found out later… it’s a sugar substitute that burns like a mother) In fact the ‘grenade’ I made was out of a Red Bull can.

The vents on it were fine, but unfortunately AND unexpectedly when I lit the fuse and Sapper and I scrambled back away as a precaution, when it lit off?

Instead of a ‘pop’ and slow burn?

The sucker took off like a damned rocket thru the vent holes.

An out of control rocket mind you.

Instead of a nice thick layer of white smoke pouring out at a leisurely pace, I had a very LARGE rocket. A heavy rocket that aggressively took off like I said, and THANK YOU GOD! when it hit the neighbors house (sorry about that Barry!) it missed the windows and only left a soot mark where it impacted.

No windows nor people were injured thankfully.
My nerves however?
Notsomucho.
Thankfully, Neighbor Barry was cool about it. He had been observing from his driveway while I did this as he would occasionally show up when I played like this to see what the Local Kook” was going to burn/blow up this time… he did say that when it came at him, he was mildly concerned, but it worked out and like I said, he was cool about it.

Unfortunately he moved away about a year ago to be closer to his Grans… bit of a bummer to lose a good neighbor but it is what it is.

Needless to say I’m MUCH more proactive with safety measures when playing around with my fireworks. I do the aerial ‘stuff’ over the bass pond, and any smoke producing things get lit off inside a burn cage that Sapper and I use to toast up leaves and yard refuse in. Much safer that way right?

Otherwise, lets see.
The AC went out for a wee bit earlier, but I managed to fix it. Seems that I had to do a hard reset of the thermostat, as we had a power outage the other day, and sometimes, more often than not, the “smart” thermostat gets whonky after an episode like that. So a full power down for 10 minutes, reboot/reset and we’re good.

Oher things
We all saw the INSANITY of the Vegas wannabe-mass-murderer Troon unfold. Now there’s usually a LOT of these “we caught them before they could act” sort of incidents, and they get memory holed pretty damned quickly.

What was oh so notable about this particular Troonytoon was the weapons that he was supposedly found with. Pics as such:

As Sherriff Beauford T. Justice would say “Ooof!”

JUST within view we got what appears to be at least $150,000.00 in high-end toys…

As in this pic which, as far as I know has NOT seen as much ‘press’ if you will:
Nevermind…
I went in to get the pic out of my twitter account, and it seems I got nuked from orbit by Elon and the gang…

For which and/or WHAT I said or did sort of seriously confuses me. Outside of deriding an anti-White Groid and telling him something to the effect of “Go back to Africa you Australopithecine” or the like, I’ve actually been a good boy, so needless to say, I was a bit confused…

So I went into my timeline/profile where all of your posts and reposts are supposed to be. Guess which posts are completely missing?

Yep
Any and all reposts dealing with my analysis of the Troony firepower… HIGHLY sus IMO.

The other weapons in question were, no shit, a M-72 LAW rocket tube that I think was already fired as it didn’t have end-caps and had that ‘oldish surplus’ look to it. In the same pic was a for real (not sure if it was/is operational) Russian RPG-7 (no rocket in sight) and a Mosin Nagant M91/30 or maybe a M44 rifle…

The one EVERYONE has been having a cow over (of course) is the M2A1 .50 BMG:

As one can see, that’s the new ‘quick change’ barrel, which can be identified by the carry handle and the muzzle device. I’m more than familiar with them as I assisted with the RFI (Rapid Fielding Initiative) in 2006 when the Florida Army Reserve and National Guard kids got them issued to them.

Pretty wild shit eh?
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So… back again. Took a few days but we had a LOT on the plate. The Dooney had his (late) six month checkup and unfortunately, shots.

This meant having to swap out a doctor to one who was more tractable and understood that if he continued to give the “Party Line” regarding that utterly retarded Big Pharma “recommended vaxx list” that his life span had the half-life of a loogie on a white-hot steel plate. Doctor Number One… well

Let’s just say he didn’t get it until I made sure that no one could hear my close-in discussions as to how not even dental records would assist in his missing person case… what pushed me to this was the empty threat of calling CPS and the Sheriff on us for being “Anti-Vaxx” without understanding just how well I’m known and tight with the local authorities.

“Nice practice here Doc… be a shame if something untoward happened to it and you amiright?”

The killer is all I wanted (and ended up getting) was the MMR vaxxes one at a time. NOT the big ole Thimerosal preserved one-and-done shot… The “Autism R Us” One Shot is what I call it.

Measles? Absolutely. Especially with the recent importation of all the turd worlders and outbreaks of same.
Mumps? Sure. Same as Rubella. Better safe than sorry.

BUT

One. At. A. Time.

Just because you’re a lazy piece of shit and/or your fat fuck RN doesn’t want to take the time to do three different appointments, well, as they say that’s a “YOU problem” and not a “ME issue”. However, MAKING it a “ME issue” gets you a one way ticket to a place I know of where the gators can make an ENTIRE human corpse literally ‘go away’ in less than 8 hours… there’s a big ole nature conservancy area, 4800 acres of untouched wilderness up the road a spell… that gators there are fucking HUGE and that is something to know about right?

Handy to say the least…

The second Doc (the one who got our biddness) actually listened to me…and when I took out MY shot record and showed him that no, I’m NOT anti-vaxx but anti-bullshit, well then he was cool, and set everything up. It also helped that Gretchen and I BOTH towered over this little dude… he even went along with the “No” to the Hepatitis vax. I asked him if a 6 month old baby really needed it? Of course he went along… I mean I was radiating all sorts of ‘implied threat’ so to speak…

That and my Vax Record is sort of insanely impressive, as since I had to do a few weeks in Djibouti, the list of ‘must haves’ is INSANE. The County had to special order half of the shots I needed as a regular Doc-in-a-Box couldn’t even GET said shots and even the RN at the County was like shocked at what I had to get…

Djibouti required a yellow fever, MMR, Tdap, Polio, Hepatitis A & B, Cholera, typhoid, and finally rabies. Needless to say my fucking body was sore AF for a week. Never mind smallpox and anthrax… that one.. I had faked the funk on that particular one back in the Hood back in the day… Doctor Ulysses S Grant took care of that with the medic marking on my card that I had GOT the ‘thrax shot…

So he got his shots.
Both of them that he’s supposed to have…
DTaP (Diphtheria, Tetanus, Pertussis) #3 b/c the first two were already given w/no issue and the Pneumonia shot.

That’s it.

And as far as I’m concerned, I’ll make sure the rest are up to date as we go along… I.E. making sure the paperwork ‘Alles in Ordnung’ when and IF he ever needs said-aforementioned paperwork.

He also got to have his first real BBQ:

Gretchen had a B-Day coupon for Texas Roadhouse so the Dooney got his first rib(s). After which he didn’t even make it to the car because “meat coma”:

He really enjoyed the two that he had…
Loved him some ribs.
OH!
BTW: Latest Stats on him.
29 Inches Long
24 Pounds
47cm Head Circumference
Holy. Shit.

Even the Doctor was like “That’s a BIG Sumbitch!” He’s MAXXED his full size-to-age. In fact as of today, he’s exactly 7 months old.
Wearing 2T to 3T sizes.

FML. I’m going to have to buy and freeze half-a-fucking-cow in the near-future JUST to keep this Beast in groceries… I mean sheesh!

Also, on other things:
I got not one but two jobs. One starts in August, and the other is the Antarctic Gig in February. Now… I’ve heard and seen all the “need to stay home” stuff regarding Gretchen and the Dooney. Believe you me, trust me when I’ve thought this out. It’s NOT my first overseas Rodeo. I’m aware of the inherent risks.
HOWEVER
Time is Money
Money is Power
“…but I thought Opium was Money?”
Sorry, ‘Volunteers’ reference…

Yeah… the thing is IF I get stuck down here, as I stated in my last missive, I’m utterly and completely fucked. Ain’t no exfil from that joker. Just ask  Robert F. Scott (whom the South Pole Station is partially named after) and his ill-fated  Terra Nova Expedition.

Soooooooo… The South Pole is a back-up plan.

The primary is in place and I’ll be keeping THAT one close to the chest because I know a thing or two, especially in light of the scum that float around out there these days. No need to give any ammo to my enemies right?

And on that note, I’ll save a rant for another day.
I also promise to try and poast more frequently, but as they say, the life of a ‘new’ Dad is a busy one, even when not working per se. I appreciate each and every one of you who’s stood by me and continue to do so, and have assisted me in this transitional time.

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!

Yet again it’s a full deck going on around here.
However, I’m working on getting better.
The job hunt has so far given me 3 interviews already, and a fourth one ‘on deck’ on Thursday.

OK: SO it’s now Thursday and the interview went well.

This’s been a brutal few weeks around here let me tell you… The Dooney has been on his six-month-growth spurt and let me tell you, a piranha doesn’t even start to compare eating wise.

Like 3-4 pouches of yogurt/veggies a day, plus 5-7 (depending on how hungry he is) bottles of formula, and add on he’s miserable cutting toofuses and running a low grade fever on the regular due to the growing pains.

This essentially means that since my last blog a few ago, I get maybe three hours of sleep at night. I feel like this’s combat operations ALL over again, except I can’t say ‘fuck it’ and walk away… Besides, he’s just too damned cute:

So hence my extended absence(s)

Right now both he and Gretchen are on a nap as I had to have quiet time whilst I did my interview. This one was of the South Pole gig and that particular gig doesn’t start until January as they flipped it from August. I was looking at working the “Summer Season”, August to late February, but now, as they say, ‘needs/must’ and I’m looking at January to November, which is ‘wintering over’.

Seems the hiring manager reviewed my resume closely and realized I might have what it takes to deal with the insane wintering over they have down there. The next step will be to do a group interview/psyche test so to speak to see if I’ll fit in.

I shouldn’t have any issues. All of my experiences gave me a real edge, in that I have a bunch of needed training that sort of helps… the BIG one being my more-than-passing familiarity with AIrcraft Cargo operations. I did a shit-ton of that when I was in Baghdad on my last tour there. The supervisor was highly pleased to find out I knew what a 436L pallet was, and how to load it.
For the uninitiated:

I used to have to ship equipment all over the AOR on those.
Another plus is my experience with 4k and 10k forklifts.
Being a jack of all/master of none (outside of firearms) definitely is a plus for this gig.

So I got some time to lock in and do some other stuff and because of that, I’ve been interviewing with a bunch of other companies. I’m pleased that I’ve actually been getting quite a few of them, as I’ve heard that a BUNCH of people out there don’t hear shit from anyone, despite sending hundreds of applications out.

4 Interviews so far, and ALL have been great.

The trick is figuring out what I want to do…
THAT’S going to be the bitch of it methinks.

So either way, I did get caught up on the news a bit lately. The Montreal Shooting, which appears to suffered the Memory Hole Effect, cracked me the fuck up in all sorts of ways…

Got to admit
THAT particular headline was not on Ye Olde Bingo Card let me tell you…

On other things
All the mental/emotional damaged Leftists who seem to be unable to help themselves in damaging the reflection pond?

I have a solution

Just shoot them.
End of fucking story.

I mean this weak-sauce punk assed bunch of cowards are attacking not OrangeRetardBad, but attacking our fucking monuments.

I say enough with the mollycoddling of these fucking go-nowhere losers. Fucking make gruesome examples of them. As Stalin used to say, “Give ’em the noodle” which translates to a smol-caliber bullet to the back of the head. I mean these demented retards are out of control, have no fear, and it’s pretty obvious they’re utterly delusional, which in my ‘umble opinion means they should be kil’t and used as organ/skin donors for people who have the need…

Lord knows they serve no other purpose.

I mean they scream and yell about how they’re facing a ‘Holocaust’ and a “Fascist DotGov”… at this point, if I were ORB? I, as I’ve stated before, would completely and utterly embrace my MoustacheManBad side and go full fucking covenant on these despoilers.

I mean FFS, the left has been saying all of this shit forever and a day right? Why not give them a real taste of just what that means?

Fear… raw naked fear of ABSOLUTE MIGHT AND VENGEFUL PUNISHMENT is the ONLY thing at this point that could possibly salvage “The American Experiment”

I mean they’ll never leave us alone
They’ve stated that openly
They’ve even fantasized openly about ‘getting revenge’ on everyone who’s ever had the audacity to either voat the opposite of them (i.e. for any and all on the Right, RINO or not) or has the temerity to ask that we just be left the fuck alone, and not be bothered by the Blue and Purple Haired Childless Haranguing Harridans and their ilk. I mean personally, the 69th Intersectional Didlo Brigade has almost worn me the fuck out.

Hell… part of the reason I’m having ‘issues’ witht he idea of going back into Contracting is that that means leaving Gretchen and Dooney here stateside. IF something untoward in the States were to happen… well being stuck LITERALLY at the South Pole?

I mean Iraq and Kuwait?
In a real world “Oh Holy SHIT things have gone pear shaped!!!” situation, there was always about a 30-40% chance of exfil’ing back to CONUS. Antarctica is a whooooole different ball o’wax so to speak. Something goes world-wide pear shaped, and it’d be me and possibly sumdood having a “The Thing” ending moment:

OK
Back again after ANOTHER ‘dealing w/the Dooney’ situation.

Like

Damn… 3 days later… I gotta wrap this.
I DO have a poast in progress, but it seems EVERY SINGLE TIME I start typing, His Royal Highness calls and I’m off to deal witht he poopy diapers, raging hunger, or just needs to be held ‘cos God Bless him, the Dooney has NOT been having a fun time with this current growth spurt…

So More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
I know, I know

AWOL again
Take a stripe, bend my dogtags in half and stamp my meal card “No Dessert” and we’re good OK? It’s been a tough couple of weeks. The Dooney is growing. With it comes a whole looootta toofus pain.

He’s also is one of the cutest and best natured lil guys I’ve ever dealt with. The issue is the teething has us having to wake up on a near continual basis to either hold him, reassure him or give him a teether as the neds can only be done every 6 or so hours. ALL of y’alls suggestions have been utilized and we’ve narrowed down the ones he likes the best.

Still… it’s exhausting.

He’s great though

We got him a small pool that he really enjoys splashing around in. He’s also (again) outgrown ALL of the 12 month clothes he had.

He just turned six months old!!!

Oh my aching grocery bill!
He’s now also ALREADY on half-formula and half ‘real food’
Granted it’s the puree right now, but he could probably gum some toast to death no problem.

Now
Sooooo much happened over the past few weeks, I just haven’t been able to process it… I do have to say the”Watermelon Felon” designation DID crack me the fuck up.

Plus a few memes that I found whilst cruising “X”

Funny right?
So I haven’t really had the ‘mental bandwidth’ to be able to process anything overly political. The exception being the aforementioned WF who’s Found Out in ways he totally didn’t expect. His own parents essentially sold him down the river.

I mean it’s completely true in this case…
They weren’t even there when he got sentenced.
Gee… a missing blaq father?
Say it ain’t so!
Heh…
Some comedy just writes itself.

Another part of why I was AWOL was I was interviewing.
I’m waiting on a few more interviews. No joke, locations include Pine Gap in Australia, Diego Garcia in the Indian Ocean and possibly a season in of all places, Antarctica.

I have some connections out there that’ve been assisting me.

And yeah, I’m not thrilled about potentially going back overseas, with the exception of The South Pole. Talk about cool! I mean THAT particular gig doesn’t start until October, so I have plenty of time to think it over, as the seasons are reversed there… I don’t necessarily want to be away from the Dooney and Gretchen, BUT

Two things:
ONE is it’s a gig. A contracting gig. With the National Science Foundation. The pay is also a plus as it’s non-taxable and contracting is what I do or at least did…

TWO: It’s a continent that’s HIGHLY RESTRICTED. Hard AF to get to. I mean there are the occasional cruises there, but to get to the actual South Pole? Nigh impossible. I’d LOVE to add that to my ‘been there/done that’ list. With that, I’d only have Japan and Australia left on ‘continents I have/need to visit’

Otherwise I’m still cranking on the Insurance studying.

I can see why they get paid so well.

The material is drier than the Sahara I swear…

The only other thing of note is the backlash or should I say ‘blaqlash’ that the whole Watermelon Felon trial triggered… now granted I was surprised by the lack of rioting… TBH I half expected a full on meltdown in the hood community. It didn’t happen which I mostly attribute to the defunding of the ‘usual suspects’ (i.e. USAID) and the NGOs that were funded by them…

That and the evidentiary chimpouts that DID occur, the calls for action and violence and all the other stupid things that a bunch of cretinous subhuman sub-70 IQ’d spoiled grifters were calling for…

As stated oh so often on WRSA and other like-websites, “When they tell you what they plan to do, best you listen!” The reaction on X and even in mainstream media was “OK… if’n y’all are feeling froggy, then fucking jump!”

To the point even MANY blaq podcasters, and some of the smarter blaqs realized that they are, as a whole sorely outnumbered as well as dumber than a pile of dogshit and that White people invented a whole new way to kill slant-eyed folks just because they could. Some of them even came out against the Anthony family when they found out the truth of the matter.

Funny that Aye?

So yeah… that’s all I can manage for now. It’s been a long couple of weeks. I have a poast I’ve decided to finally release on the Substack as well as here… It’s because the Emerald Isle has blown the fuck up, and hopefully they’ll keep “running up the skeer” as the latest intel dump I got is that the Brits have started evacuating large swaths of swarthy invaders via Ferries and airlift to Northern Britistan, as they’re pretty sure that they can’t protect them.

That in itself is very eye opening if true.

So stay tuned
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
“Driving that train, high on cocaine, Casey Jones, you better watch your speed…”
Let me tell ya…
This here train ain’t slowing down anytime soon.
Not leastways for the next (Le GULP!) 18+/- YEARS!
That being said, it’s all good to a point.

Of course that doesn’t stop ‘things’ from happening.
This A.M. it was Sapper waking me up after going down for an early morning siesta. The Doonie had me up at 0300 for a nappie change and a “feed me Da!” call. He went back down about 45 minutes later, and once I get woke up like that, it’s hard to re-crash.

So needless to say at 0900, he wakes me up and tells me that “The window on the Hyundai is on the ground!!!”

What.
The.
Fuck.

Shit.
I checked the security camera (which is pointed at that side of the car) and it was blank as far as any obvious movement. More than likely the heat and a small flaw or chip in the window. At least it happened when it was parked and NOT when Muldoon was in the car, as that’s HIS Seat. The tint kept it in one easily cleaned up piece.

I checked with Safelite and the Insurance company and said Oh fuck NO! The $1k deductible pretty much meant I’d be on the hook for the $481 that Safelite wanted, so yeah… The local Junkyard wanted $200 for just the glass, and I’d have to go and remove it myself, so the next stop was Ye Olde eBay, where lo and behold!

$84 w/free shipping.
SOLD AMERICAN!!!!
The only drawback is that the part won’t be here until the 9th.
However, to save $400 that I don’t have?
Duh!
I mean I got plenty of experience working on windows on the Boat, so this shouldn’t be too much trouble (in theory… pray for me LOL!)

SO otherwise, Muldoon is doing well. Growing like a little weed. Case in point. Here’s a picture of the day he came here, the day after the “Incident”:

He’s still a drooly lil goober, what with his toofuses coming in and all… Now at the time, I thought he was a pretty big boy.

Man… I didn’t know for shit…
Here he is, taken yesterday during his ‘tummy training time’:

WAY more alert, happier and having a ball.
I’ve been around a LOT of babies in my time, but Doonie is possibly the happiest and most grinningest kid ever. As you can also see, he’s gotten WAAAY bigger too! 28 inches long, and 26 pounds!!! He’s wearing 18-24 month old clothing…

And he’ll be six months old on the 8th of June.

God help me
At this rate, he’s going to make me look like “Medium Country”

So yep.
Been a bit too busy to be outraged at the Latest Thing. In fact I’m sort of blind as to what’s been going on, outside of the normal retardation that the world is currently operating in. It’s gotten to the point of me no longer giving a Flying Fuck at a Rolling Donut so to speak. I got bigger issues to worry about amiright?

The market is still doing it’s thing that I can tell. My own playing games has me in the hole by about $6 on a $200 investment from about 6 months ago. The one that is doing well, and actually the best out of all my picks was USA Rare Earth Inc. (USAR). I bought 2 shares ‘in’ at $47 and it’s now at $62+/-. It’s the only one that’s been on an upward tick so to speak.

I mean I figured that by now I’d have gone completely busted. I’m like the WORST stonk-player in the market.

OK
Bit of an update.
Some motherfucker tried to STEAL MY RIDE!
I just came back in from going to move the car into it’s storage space to keep it off the road until I can get the glass replaced. I opened the drivers side door, and looked in, and thought “Why is there a big black plastic ‘thing’ on the passengers seat?”

Then I noticed the steering column all torn open and up.

OH MAN! Am I heated.

I called the fuzz, so Officer Jimmy is supposed to be coming by. Probably worthless, but I’ll probably need a police report to get the insurance to kick in. $1000 deductible.

Dammit.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the perp on this one was/is that skinny Nog that dumped the car in my yard a few weeks ago. Supposedly he got busted but my experience with the Just-Us system is that the fucker probably got freed by some “Cut ’em Loose Bruce” judge… considering how small the window is, as well as the fact that NONE of the security cams caught ANYTHING on them, which means the guy snaked between the seats to get into the driver’s position.

Where he then fucked up the column.
Not sure if it’s something I can fix or not
I haven’t touched anything, nor have I even tried to start it yet. I’m really mad.
Any bets this was a ‘revenge theft’?
Sort of glad however that I didn’t catch the guy
Y’all can use your imagination as to how I’d deal with him.
In MINECRAFT mind you, I’d probably get his vitals. Where he lives, his parents names, wife/GF names. Then do the Islamic Thing and cut his left fucking hand off with a Kukri that was gifted to me by my Gurkhas I worked with in Basra… then cauterize it with a blowtorch, drop him at the ER, and let him know that IF he talks, his whole bloodline gets erased.

In MINECRAFT mind you.
Now I have to wait for the Cops. So let me close with a funny story while I wait for Jimmy.

Be Me. No Longer-in-the-Sandbox Iraq Contractor. Got me a new stateside gig working as a Supervisor in a Call Center in Tampa, Florida. Florida, while not quite as hot as Iraq (and at least no one was trying to actively kill me) in the Call Center, it got a tad warm in the Spring/Summer Months.

The building was one of those GIANT assed repurposed malls that failed in the late 80’s. They built it up into call centers, but from what I could gather, they never updated the Air Conditioning. Now, add a staff of about 3,000 people packed asshole to elbow, and by the time spring was winding down, it was usually about 80-85 degrees inside, even with the AC running full bore. Hot and occasionally ‘whiffy’… some people never seems to maintain good hygiene I swear… Anywhoo…. Thankfully the dress code was pretty lenient and as long as your shirt wasn’t offensive, and the shorts weren’t too torn up, you could get away with it.

I mean it’s Fucking Florida right?

As a “Boss” I had to wear a polo and ‘nice shorts’ and usually went with my faithful cargoes. MY Boss, the Regional Manager was a retired Lt Col. (25 years) and I was a retired CPL, (10 years medical) and both of us were Airborne, so we got along like gangsta AF. Life was looking pretty sweet. Good job, GREAT Godlike Boss, home w/the fam nightly, good team, having fun…

…he said as the bottom fell out.

We came in one Monday in April to find out the WHOLE COMPANY had been ‘consolidated’ and ‘bought out’ and ‘new rules’ were inbound, to include allllllllll sorts of stupid shit to include a dress code. Now, understanding this, we realized we were well and truly fucked. Our HR bitch, and yes, she was a bitch, was a Bitches Bitch. A politically correct sub-70 IQd barely literate dolt who knew she was stupid, but reveled in her power. No violation of policy or peccadillo was too small to overlook. She kept a list of how many she fired and would show it off proudly for her ‘contribution to insuring smooth running of the business by removing unmotivated individuals.’ during Staff Meetings.

Think: Big, Fat, Ugly, Tattooed Jabba-the-Hutt looking DEI Nog beee-atcha. With a side order of vindictiveness and stupidity.

It was hate-at-first sight for the both of us, what with me being a Whytte Cisnormative Hetro-Male Warmonger/Oppressor who “din’ give her enuff respect”.

Yeah… OK. Fuck Her Just Because.

So, Summer inbound and we (menfolk) NOW have to wear Polos with undershirt (WTF???) and long pants. (no jeans, again WTF!?!) Wimmen had to wear blouses, long pants (no jeans) or a skirt. My Boss was highly sympathetic, but he too, was a victim of this insanity. For three weeks we made our case to corporate who told us “tough noogies”. No shorts/t-shirts anymore… goodbye comfort, welcome to Hellscape, population: Us… We lost a LOT of good staff who quit rather than put up with this shit, and Jabba was gleeful in separating them.

Now mind you, I was an E-4 in the Army. A dog robber… a dope dealer… the Battalion thief… think Radar O’reilly from MASH when he was mailing the jeep home or wheeling/dealing toilet paper.

Not ACTUAL ‘dope’ but Essential Items and whatnot…

Ferengi Rules of Acquisition and all that (yeah I’m a geek)… I was the guy who found ‘loopholes’ The Colonel, after the third fruitless meeting with HIS Boss (who was just as frustrated as he was) he told me to start using my Dark Side Jedi Arts to overcome this stupid dress code shit.

Took me a few days, and I had to put a bit of cash in, but I went to MY team, and got ALL the males to go online and buy a Kilt.

Got the girls (who wanted to) to get a micro-kilt… I had to subsidize some of it as some of my folks were barely making a living, but what the hell right? I mean if you’re going to go full retard, then go all the way.

Yep. Kilts.

Now mind you, this was LONG before current day ‘stuff’… up til them, the only time you’d usually see a kilt was on St. Paddys Day, never mind a dress or whatnot on a guy. Now I had a ‘formal Black Watch kilt’ with Regimental Sporran from the actual Black Watch Regiment, who I worked with extensively in Basra Iraq…LOOOOONG horsehair sporran, silver chains, the whole nine yards of gorgeousness.

When I told The Colonel my plan, he was gleeful, and told me HE had a kilt in ACU (the gray Army camo) that he had had made in Iraq and wore to events over there. We coordinated it for when the Big Wigs were coming in on a walking tour.

On “K-Day”, my whole Team, to include my Boss, we were ALL decked like it was a Glasgow Bar on a National Holiday. Jabba predictably lost her collective shit…. it was great. In the Army, it’s called a “Complete loss of Military Bearing” For her it was “Screaming like a fucking loon that ‘You can’t dooooooo Dat!!!! Dat’s aginst the ruuuuuuuuuules!!!!”

The Big Bosses were not amused by her to say the least.

Sweet Sweet Revenge was Ours.

The HEAD of ALL HR hustled Jabba out of the room, not sure what was said but I don’t think she ever spoke a solitary word to me again, except when the company folded. I jumped ship when they were looking for ‘volunteers’ to bail… I got 3 months severance, insurance and never had to see Jabba again. And yeah, we got to go back to ‘relaxed dress code’ i.e. t-shirts/shorts after what was called “The Kilt Incident”… It actually helped that the “Brass” took the tour in three-piece suits and were positively melting as they wandered around…

Me?
I kept wearing mine as I dig me some Kiltage, and had a few Utilikilts over and above… what can I say?

Win-Win in my book….
So yeah… hope you enjoyed!
Me? I’m still waiting on the cops.
To the point they called and said “Sorry we’re running late!”
Dammit
Why can’t life be boring for once?
Being a mortar magnet gets old after a while…
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Ahhhh another Saturday that was full of fun.
I mean it.
I had a great day!

Nice change from the normal ‘blah’ stuff. I even formulated and have set in motion a plan for a new gig. I’m going to be stuck doing a 200 hour class, but in the end, the license, when I pass it, will open a LOT of doors around here. I couldn’t have done it without your support either. The fundraiser that Tactical Hermit set up is allowing me to pay for the course, books and then the test itself, which under normal circumstances would be outside of my financial range.

However, because of HIS thoughtfulness, and y’alls unreal generosity, I’m able to start another adventure. So from the bottom of me cold, dead heart, Me and Doonie thank you profusely.

Of course if this doesn’t work out, I’m selling the Casa and getting the fuck out of Dodge, probably to Saipan, which in itself would open a VAST new set of adventures in The Land of Big Countryness so to speak…

I mean just in the history of the place….
The Corps really put the effort in there.
And the Japanese did what the Japanese did, which was be absolutely hardcore and ruthless in NOT giving up at all. They even ended up having a HUGE number of civilians kill themselves by huling themselves, with a LOT of their kids off a cliff… “Suicide Ridge” as it was called… there’s a Memorial there now…

“Following the defeat of the Japanese forces, thousands of civilians and retreating soldiers fled to the northernmost tip of the island near Marpi Point. Driven by propaganda and the fear of American capture, thousands of people jumped from the towering cliffs to their deaths or took their own lives with grenades.”

OK…
Sorry for the Big Time Break…
As the SEALs and UDT say
“The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday”

It’s been a few days…
LOTS of appointments
VA
CPS
Court
Like a never-ending cavalcade of Bureaucratic Stoopidity.

The problem:
DD (DedDaughter as I’ll refer to her now) had ALL the public assistance one can imagine an unemployable millenial with a newborn baby could have. EBT, Medical Insurance, Cash Assistance… all the bennies that you and I financed. Now… here’s the problem.

The MAJORITY of the assistance was for Muldoon.

Like almost ALL of it.

The issue is now since she (DD) was reported as KIA, the state shut ALL of the bennies down, leaving the Doonie in a lurch. I -was- writing this up this past Sunday/Monday when on Tuesday we had a visit from our caseworker. Seems that we were told that for some reason, ALL of the assistance was shut down instead of being transferred to G.

Dammit

And on the fon, when we were able to get through, (mind you when I said IF we were lucky to get through, USUALLY G would be on the fon for about 5-10 minutes each time, only for the message to come up “We are experiencing high call volume, please try again later” and the fon automatically disconnects!!!!)

…so WHEN and IF we got through, the response was “Reapply”.

So we did that, and again the application got bounced back, this time for me not including a copy of my phone bill…

Which they didn’t fucking ask for to begin with

Begin Mindless Ragebeast Mode.

Le Sigh… it would seem that we have FAR TOO MANY DEI/DIE Morons, leading us down to The Bureaucratic Heat-Death of the Universe apparently. SO we spent this week getting certified copies of the death certificate, because apparently a copy of a copy isn’t good enough. THEN going to the various agencies to prove that DD is, in fact, ackchually ded.

It got so frustrating at one point I suggested we bring the ‘Jug O’Powdered Daughter’ with us to show that yes, in fact she IS fucking ded and gone.

G said no, and mainly because she figured they’d then insist on proving said powder was ackchually human remains…

NGL: Prolly Legit knowing them…

Another aspect to the horror factor is every. single. place. we had to go was infested with the the worst of the worst. You think the Mos Eisley cantina was bad? Let me tell you, the MyACCESS Florida Offices? AKA the SNAP/EBT offices? Now truly, there is an absolute wretched hive of scum and villainy.

I was worried about contact highs I swear.

The place positively reeked of tepid negros and skunk weed…

And FFS…

WTF is up with them ALL talking on the fon at full fucking volume? While wearing what might be considered ‘pajamas’ under some circumstances… the ONLY comfort I had was the Tactical Baby Gear backpack/diaper bag I got has a multiplicity of pockets to store ‘things’ of a self-defensive nature…

That and hey, we needed a diaper bag as DD’s was a nasty worn out dirty AF thing that I sure AF wasn’t carrying… When we FIRST got it, and I opened it, much to my absolute horror there was a dirty diaper from who knows how long ago hidden inside… it reeked to say the least. Thanks to the Tactical Hermit we were able to get this one… plus it has a cool changing pad:

I got the one in Khaki.
Link HERE for what it’s worth (I get nada for linking but hey, you might know someone who might want/need)
GREAT construction too. Reinforced bottom, plenty of hidden pockets for defensive items… stuff like that. Carries 4 spare mags on top of the handgun itself

Jes’ Sayin’

That and for whatever reason, they thankfully did NOT have metal detectors at the doors… they had armed security but IMO they were a bit of a joke. One was a half asleep Hispanic Male who literally was a “Sleepy Rodriguez” stereotype, and the other I saw was a FAT Shaniqua who was more interested in her Candy Crush or whatever game on her phone…

“Top Men”

So thankfully, no chimpouts nor shaniqua-shenanigans.
Just a lot of bullshit.

So today, we’ve got another appointment, and I have to get down to the store to do the grocery shopping. I haven’t been able to follow a lot of the news-news lately, however I did see that it was announced that Pam Bondi is fighting an aggressive thyroid cancer… which makes her like the 4th or 5th member of Trump’s former inner circle to come down with an aggressive Turbo Cancer.

Any bets if they took the Clot Shot?
I’m not taking that particular bet.

The other point of interest is some shitbag from the Special Executive Service at the CIA got busted with a metric fuckton of gold, Rolexes, cash and a bunch of ‘other shit’ that he shouldn’t have had. Add on that he ‘faked it ’til he made it’ i.e. his rezoomie was complete and utter fiction?

Yep.
Let me tell you about MY interactions with the Special Executive Service or SES as it’s better known as. The SES, per the Goolag AI:

The Senior Executive Service (SES) is a distinct personnel system in the U.S. federal civil service that bridges the gap between top political appointees and the rest of the federal workforce. Members are primarily civilian, career, and non-career executives who manage programs and policy-making across approximately 75 federal agencies.

Core Characteristics & Structure

• Scope: The SES includes most managerial, supervisory, and policy-making positions classified above General Schedule (GS) grade 15 (or equivalent) that are not Senate-confirmed.
• Composition: By law, approximately \(90\%\) of SES members are career appointees, while about \(10\%\) are non-career appointees.
• Leadership Cadre: They serve as a corporate leadership corps, recruited for their leadership and managerial capabilities rather than strictly technical expertise.

Qualifications and Compensation

• Executive Core Qualifications (ECQs): To qualify, applicants must demonstrate proficiency in five core competencies: Leading Change, Leading People, Results Driven, Business Acumen, and Building Coalitions.
• Pay Scale: SES pay is performance-based and ranges from a minimum basic pay of \(\$151,661\) up to the ES-6 level, which matches the Executive Schedule Level II limit.
• Performance Awards: Members are eligible for performance bonuses and rank awards (e.g., Meritorious or Distinguished Executive) for exceptional service.

Hiring and Vacancies

• Application Process: Unlike most federal postings, applicants to SES positions must write an extensive ECQ narrative demonstrating their leadership capabilities.
• Where to Find Jobs: All SES vacancies are publicly advertised on the official USAJOBS Career Portal.
• Candidate Development Programs: Many federal agencies run SES Candidate Development Programs (CDPs) to train existing employees for senior roles.

Now, believe it or not, they even have their own flag:

They’re considered a ‘branch’ like the Army, Navy etc etc etc.

If you ever wondered where General Level Officers went after completing their Active Duty?

THIS is where they go to hide out and make VAST amounts of money.

It’s a GS-15 plus position.
Now… let me tell you.

ONE time when I was in Cuba doing the whole “Civilian Side Head of Detainee Operations” and I needed to get a new Common Access Card or CAC card… that’s the DotMil ID.

Now they’re currently playing around with new style cards, and color and whatnot (hence the ‘updating your credentials’ pic I used) but if you notice on the bottom, you see the “Pay Grade/Rank” areas.

When I had to go and get the new CAC in Cuba, and as I recall, I was still drunk AF from a beach party from the night before, the kid who was reading my orders asked if I was “in charge of the project?”

I was like “Sure I am… I’m the head motherfucker in charge LOL! Bossman! The Head Cheese!!!” I did not understand at the time that the kid was asking if I was IN CHARGE of the whole JTF-GITMO civvie side.

I ended up with a GS-15 pay grade and a SES designator under rank. At the time, I was utterly clueless as to what this meant, and I had a problem why the kid went from ‘casual-polite’ to ‘scared-uber-polite-to-a- fault’… I was just trying to figure out how to nurse what was going to become a world class hangover and why is this kid suddenly all acting uptight?

Seems my orders were a wee bit unclear as to my actual role was, in that there was a lot of redaction in them. I mean it was Guantanamo Bay post-Abu Ghraib, and security was tighter than a gnat’s ass. So when I said I was “The Big Boss” he took me at my word, and I ended up with a golden ticket CAC for a year.

Needless to say when I DID find out, and I left that position 4 months later I did NOT turn in said-CAC when I bailed. I mean it was ‘turned off’ which meant I couldn’t use it other than to ‘flash it’ like a badge to get some perks and avoid unpleasant things, like Luggage Detail on my next jaunt to Iraq.

THAT was funny BTW.

I got a better gig in Iraq… this was to be my final ‘dance’ so to speak. I had gotten the offer while still at Gitmo, and the job there was really lame to be straight up about it. They had promised that I’d be able to take long weekends at home in Tampa, but neglected to say that to take said weekends, I’d have to pay for a flight. I can’t remember the name of the Airline, let’s call it “Itty-Bitty Air” and they flew out of Fort Lauderdale of all places. It was a bi-weekly shuttle that was a teeny twin engine prop plane… cost was like $800 round trip…

Add on that it was VERY nervous-making in that it had to fly AROUND Cuba and approach Gitmo from the South, to land on the Leeward Port Airfield. That’s a smol, isolated part of Gitmo that has the airfield, away from the main base. You had to take a water-taxi to get to the main post.

Mind you, the boat ferry had signs ALL over it telling folks NOT to hang their hands, legs and/or ‘other’ pieces/parts off the edge of the deck.

The reason for this?

Waaaay up in the Northern Cuban part of the bay itself, Castro, funny motherfucker that he was, had a chicken processing plant built. The runoff for the plant? It’s dumped directly into the bay. Blood, what little guts that the Cubans couldn’t or wouldn’t use…(which ain’t much TBH)

Because of this, you could plausibly WALK across Guantanamo Bay on the backs of ALL THE SHARKS. And I mean ALL of them.

The density of the shark population I’ve been told, by a Biologist I struck up a conversation with at the Gitmo Bowling Alley one night (the Bowling Alley being one of the better indoor places to drink and hang out at). He said that it’s one of the densest shark populations in the world… comparative to the breeding grounds off the southern tip of South Africa or the ones in the Great Barrier Reef(s) in Oz-Land.

They’ve literally had folks lose a dexter by hanging it off the edge of the deck, and an aggressive shark sees it, leaps up and “CHOMP!”

Your new nickname (besides “moron or fucktard”) is “Lefty” or “Righty” depending on which part you lost…

But back to the “Big Country Masquerading as a SES Puke”

So… I had quit the Gitmo show
Too much hassle.

Not enough money for the shytte I had to deal with, one of the MAJOR ISSUES being a seriously racist blaq Female Captain who utterly hated whypeepo. To the point she attempted to actually undermine me with my subordinates, who happened to be Puerto Rican and a Black Guy…

Thankfully the BOTH of them knew which side the bread was buttered on, so I had that going for me. Hence why my man (who shall remain nameless as it’d be a dead giveaway who he was/is) which was the Black Guy gets all caps as an honorific as he was an honorable dude…

So BECAUSE I bailed, and managed to get immediately picked up in Iraq, I headed for greener pastures. Mind you, this included YET AGAIN ANOTHER stop at the pre-deployment center, this time in Fort Benning Georgia.

Nevermind that at this point in my Expat Career, I could fucking teach the ‘ins and outs’ of being a Contractor in a combat zone…

Nope…
Never let THAT get in the way of some good AAArmy Training!

Fuckin’ idiots.

To the point I knew some of the guys TEACHING THE CLASSES.
Guys who’d wrangled a teaching position back ‘in the world’ rather than stay overseas and possibly getting whacked.

Most of them were like “Big Country! What in the fuck are you here for??? You could teach this class” to which I explained “Big Army Retardation” to which they all told me to leave, and they’d meet me at “X” bar later…

Needless to say, I didn’t have ANY problems, outside of some ‘over-enthusiastic cadre’ who had never set foot outside of CONUS… who’d try and fuck with me… Them? I usually went to the CO of the place, burned HIM a new asshole, and then had HIM burn a new asshole into a bunch of subordinate assholes.

Good Times, Good Times.

So during this time of “Wine and Roses”, the cadre, who’d I’d unmercifully and professionally skullfucked, figured they’d get me back. In this case, they tried to manifest me to the most uncomfortable seat on the aircraft. A shitassed third-tier rear-of-the-plane seat with no room…

Once on board?

Mister “GS-15/SES ID card” came out.

I bumped a full bird Colonel from first class.

Told him to fuck himself when he protested LOUDLY
and when he saw my ID? Yeah, he saluted, and moved to the back of the plane…
“Thank you General Sir!”

ZERO regrets.
Because fuck that guy.
Goddamned overprivileged Field Grades…
Suck it you clown.

They ALSO had added me to/on the ‘baggage detail’ when we got to Ali Al Saleem. This is/was a shit-detail that they usually conned Contractors into volunteering for, with the hope they’d get a first class seat. I fell for it on my very first Contract.

Never again.

The way it works, is that you hump your ass with the expectation of a First Class seat with the bennies, when in reality, you’d get preempted by some field grade who didn’t give two fucks about the labor that you put in loading 400+ duffle bags into the aircraft, and the fact that you had to unload them when you got there…

Usually in 100+ degree heat.

In this case?

Well… much in keeping with my usual ‘travelling mode’ I had 2x pints of good bourbon in my two flasks. I stayed comfortably numb for the flight to Kuwait… passed the fuck out for a lot of it… so when we landed?

Still plastered mind you…

Some asshole E-6 came on the plane and started calling out the Baggage Detail names, to include my own. Needless to say, that shit was not happening. Nevertheless, I showed up, and when the Staff Sgt started ranting on how we were ‘…making the plane late and we needed to hustle our asses out and unload the plane!” I interceded on behalf of the entire baggage detail.

Me: “Staff Sergeant! Just who the fuck are you to speak to a bunch of civilians in this fashion? What happened to common courtesy and politeness?”

SSGT: (apoplectic at the audacity) “Just who in the fuck do you think you are? I have a schedule to keep, and this baggage detail is behind the power curve! What the Hell is your name?”

Me: “BigCountryExpat SSGT.”

SSGT: “Yeah… you’re on the baggage detail list! If you value your job, you’ll shut the fuck up, do what you’re told, or I’ll ship your ass back to the states!”

Me: “Oh really Staff Sergeant? Mister “I’m about to be a fucking private again” you stupid motherfucker???” <flashes SES-GS-15 card>

SSGT: I’ve never seen such a scene before. Not in 30+ years of Active Duty, nor Contracting… LITERALLY the life faded from his eyes… I’ve never seen anything like it before… LITERALLY physically and mentally wilted before my eyes…

TBH I think I broke him… in THAT particular moment, he thought he was dead… like as in looked at his sidearm in it’s holster, and debated on killing himself, it was THAT BAD. His only reply was “uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhhhh…..”

Me: “Now that we’ve sorted out the food chain, and you are my lunch, YOU and your NCOs, NOT YOUR PRIVATES will ALL unload the plane’s duffles under my personal supervision and IF I deem it done well enough, and quickly enough, well then your career might survive this encounter, despite me wanting to ‘break you on the wheel of pain’ so to speak… your choice asshole!”

Man, you’ve never seen senior and mid-level NCOs work so hard. These motherfuckers were utterly terrified of the SES designation I carried…

So yeah, the SES is a fearful group to cross.

Which brings me to just how the fuck did a guy with a false resume and bogus background manage to get in to the SES???

The only thing I can manage at this point, is that the entirety of the system is so utterly and completely broken that a grifter like this was able to infiltrate. Shit like THIS actually infuriates me, mainly ‘cos I didn’t thinkl of it first dammit!!!

I mean I have the inside info to “sell the story” dammit…

Go fucking figure.

So on that, I’ll leave it for now… to many things… I’ll leave it with a current pic of the Doonie crashed out on me post-feeding:

Out like a light in Dada’s arms.
The way things should be

So More Later
Big Country

Remember the Fallen…

…and Raise a Glass
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
OK…
Sorry for the absence/AWOL status again!
LOTS of ‘moving parts’ as of late…

Child Protective Services inspections/interviews
(all passed with flying colors!)

Legal Advisory teams helping with the Adoption
(In progress)

Job searches
(HA!!!! Like I’m ever getting a job again in this fucking Hellscape Economy!)

So needless to say, by the time “Blegg-Time” comes about, all I want is a six pack of cold ones and a bed. It’s like being on extended operations. Case in point: Cleaning the house up with a purpose. Got to make sure the house/crib is clean-clean not “acceptable Infantry Clean” but “Baby Clean/Inspection Clean” which is a whole other level…

Bottle Cleaning
LOTS of bottle cleaning.
I totally forgot that part of fatherhood…

Diapers
Oh holy SHIT the diapers.
Literally and figuratively.
The Muldoon (or Doonie as I call him on the casual) is sooooo full of piss and vinegar, never mind that HORRIFIC green baby-poop.

Interesting side note:
Not sure when ‘things’ changed, but back about 4/5 years ago when we were fighting for and raising Adriana, we used Pampers. I mean they were, at the time, the best that we could tell. No blowouts, plenty of absorption… used the same with MY Spawn back in the day… they were the best…. Even G agrees and is majority surprised AF much as I am…. I mean BOTH of us used to think Pampers were IT, end of story….

Like the Gold Standard

Now?
Notsomucho.
In fact they fucking suck IMO

Shocked the fuck out of both of us TBH
G is still having CogDis as Pampers, for BOTH of us, for ALL THREE Grans were the standard….

Now?
Yeeeeeeeeeah.
To give you an idea:

We had a bunch of Pampers that G had bought back before the whole ‘Incident’. Call it a case of size 3 (outgrown now), and two LARGE size 4 packs (like 60+ per) that we were using. We planned on using them up until I hit CostCo.

Huggies were on sale… like a HUGE crate for short $$$ which is a major consideration. A LOT cheaper than Pampers… Now having been a “Pampers-for-Life” OG Diaper Dude so to speak, I figured we’d try them and see how it worked out. For the cost savings alone donchaknow?

Let me tell you…
Pampers have gone waaaaaay downhill.
When Muldoon fills one with pee, within a few minutes he gets ‘cranky’ and lets you know that the diaper is full and uncomfortable. The Huggies?

Not nary a pee-p LOL

Well, on BOTH diapers, WE can tell when they’re full, as the absorption gel swells up pretty obviously. Like you KNOW he’s got a ‘full load’ on board.

HOWEVER
He’s still ‘dry’ and NOT uncomfortable that I can tell when wearing a Huggie.
That’s a pretty big deal…
So…
I did a test.
Took 1/2 a cup of water.
Dumped one into a Pamper.
One into a Huggie.

The Huggie felt ‘dryer’ than the Pamper on the inside, where it counts… which means it feels better for the baby I suppose.

No wet = good sleep.

YMMV, this’s just MY observations and get nothing out of this. It also means he’s been sleeping through the night on a Huggie, unless he’s hungry… a Pamper, not so much.

Which is more often than not

Yeah… that be him two days ago…
5 months old
28 inches long now, 26 pounds
Let me say that again:
FIVE MONTHS AND 7 DAYS OLD

God, my future grocery bills are going to be fucking crazy!

So yeah, we’re doing well…

Funniest thing that happened during ONE of the inspections so far was I forgot to clean up my ‘ready-mag’ stack on the breakfast counter in the kitchen.

Mind you, there’s no way a kid, never mind a baby, could ever reach these… these are my ‘strategic backups’ i.e. IF someone is stupid enough to try to rush the front door, and I have to retreat, I have a pretty heavy selection of loaded mags ready to go for rapid reloads for a variety of weapons…

Doesn’t everybody?

So the CPS Investigator, on her way out the door noticed them…

-I- (dumbass!) had overlooked them during my prep and ‘cleanup’ (i.e. stashing AAALL the weapons and long guns into the various lockers and safes in the house) I mean I overlooked them as well… I mean for real, they’re part and parcel of the house… it’s be like noticing the couch to me… normal and omnipresent…

Her reaction was “That’s a LOT of spare mags!!!!”

To which I said “Oh yeah! We came back from the range yesterday, and I forgot to put them up after we reloaded them!! My bad!”

She was cool with that.

Then again, when she was in the Museum of Mayhem, and I explained the collection, she was all like “What a cool collection! I assume all of the rifles on the wall are nonfiring?”

Me: “Uhhhh yeah… they’re all display rifles… that’s the ticket… yeah… display rifles.”

Then I showed her the Mauser ScouterGreg had sent me, the unfireable one that I had ‘corked’ the barrel with lead after restoring it, and that satisfied her… Thank the Good Lord she’s NOT an anti-gun witch like the one we had when we went through this with Addy… THAT dyke was a evil anti-gun trainwreck…

Tattooed, attitudinal, anti-male… Jeez… if there was ever a ‘check-box to deny a dad custody’ list, she was going to make sure I failed… sounds bad, but I’m thankful that corrupt fucking former-Judge in Tennessee (disbarred from what I know, it still doesn’t mean he doesn’t owe me a lot) gave custody to the BabyDaddy

THAT fuck?
I’ll let your imaginations run wild
I have ALL his info
End Of Story.
Plus, I have alibis… seems he fucked over SO MANY PEOPLE I’d just be ‘another face in the crowd who wants him dead.’
That suits me jes’ fine’
Jes’ Sayin’
Anyways….

So yeah, the BD has actually been doing a great job with Addy, and we’ve had MULTIPLE vid-chats, and she is MAD excited to be an older sister… she also unfortunately, knows “Mommy is in Heaven”

Glad I didn’t have to have THAT convo… good on the BD for that… I’m proud of him actually… he’s stepped up, far more that I expected, but I also think he knows IF he fucks up, I’ll feed him into a wood chipper, feet first. Seriously tho, he’s doing great. I am proud of him, and pray for the best. We have to meet up as he wants some of the ‘powdered bitch’ for Addy, so well, I’ll update as we go….

Anyways… so that’s the latest. I’ll try to better
Y’all deserve it. I’ll be ranting about the job hunt tomorrow if I get time. Until then
More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
Sorry for again missing a day.
“The Doonie” as I’ve been calling him as he responds to that when I say it in a rapid, playful voice: ‘dooniedooniedoonie!’ and it him off giggling fittin’ to die

GAWD sooooo coot! Anyways.
That and Sapper turned 57
Officially in “Ole Codger Range”

So we ended up going out to dinner at Mission BBQ which is a DotMil inspired restaurant. Think “TFG-Fridays” decor but with all Thin Blue Line/Red Line (firemen) and DotMil ‘stuff’ ALLLLL over the place. Every inch of the walls, the booths… everything is patches, helmets, pictures of both vets, the Honored Dead, and ‘regular’ pix of guys and gals in the field. TONS of challenge coins too. They do a great brisket and ribs, and doesn’t break the bank. Plus they have a DotMil/Vet discount. It’s his favorite.

So again, busy-busy AF.

So back to the crux of the matter.
Now
Mind you… this article is from 2021. The link to it is HERE

The TL;DR:
60000… yep
SIXTY THOUSAND ‘troops’/contractors and No Such Agency Types embedded in the general public as a program called “signature reduction”. which is, at best a term that is best described IMO as subterfuge. To whit:

subterfuge

/ˈsəbtərˌfyo͞oj/

Subterfuge is a noun that refers to a deceptive, dishonest, or tricky strategy used to achieve a goal, escape a consequence, or hide information.

Key Characteristics

• Deception: It relies on misdirection, slyness, or a false front.
• Avoidance: It is frequently used to dodge rules, sidestep blame, or escape responsibility.

Now as part of that long-assed article, they explain the idea of “signature reduction” to a point. THEY attempt to make it sound like their ‘job’ is to ‘mask’ (i.e. provide cover) for clandestine operatives both in foreign and domestic capacities.

What blows their own story out of the water is the SIZE of the operation and the very fact that they admit to operating domestically without oversight of CONgress nor any other branch of the DotGov. In the very article they state:

The newest and fastest growing group is the clandestine army that never leaves their keyboards. These are the cutting-edge cyber fighters and intelligence collectors who assume false personas online, employing “nonattribution” and “misattribution” techniques to hide the who and the where of their online presence while they search for high-value targets and collect what is called “publicly accessible information”—or even engage in campaigns to influence and manipulate social media. Hundreds work in and for the NSA, but over the past five years, every military intelligence and special operations unit has developed some kind of “web” operations cell that both collects intelligence and tends to the operational security of its very activities.

Read this again: “they search for high-value targets and collect what is called “publicly accessible information”—or even engage in campaigns to influence and manipulate social media. “

Boy
THAT right there sounds like they’re picking targets.
And pray tell just WHOM have both the DotMil and DotGov been screaming is the penultimate danger to them for the past dozen years or so?

Yep.
Guys and Gals like us
The Right Wing.
Right Wing Terrorists/ism
As far as they’re concerned WE’RE the threat as the majority of us are Constitutionalists, and BIG TIME wanting the FedGov OVERALL reduced back to its pre-Lincoln roots (hhhhhawk-SPITOOO! I hate that fucker)

And as for me?
Just WHAT is abotu15 miles away from me as the Crow Flies?

Ahhh Yes… McDill Air Farce Base.

Home of U.S. Central Command (USCENTCOM) and U.S Special Operations Command (USSOCOM). BOTH Commands which are pretty much ‘running the show’ and more than likely have a metric fuckton of operatives being run in this neighborhood.

Part of it is that I THINK that I’m just a ‘target of opportunity’.

When the mooks across the street (AKA The Watchers) moved in, during that oh-so-brief introduction, they said they were from Pittsburg as I had previously mentioned, with no family here so to speak. They (had) Pennsylvania Plates, which in an interesting note is that Pennsylvania is one of the only states that you cannot get DVM information online about the owner(s) with a plate number.

Per the A.I:

Pennsylvania is one of the most restrictive states regarding this information. The Pennsylvania Department of Transportation (PennDOT) will not process an information request based solely on a license plate number.

You cannot use a tag number to just “look up” a stranger’s name or address—a policy designed to keep your private data safe.

To the point when I approached my BFF Popeye, who’s a cop, he was highly reticent to do me a solid as he KNOWS that Big Brother is watching the database, and IF he got caught doing a check for me, well, he’d be ‘in the soup’ so I left it at that…

So as I said, they claimed to not know anyone locally. And yet within two weeks a Red Jeep with Florida plates with what I call “The Informant/Threeper” plates.

GENERALLY speaking, people riding around with THAT particular plate even here in the “Gunshine State” is either a Fed, or was getting a check from the SPLC. I’ve only met ONE guy who was an actual ‘Threeper’ complete with a LARGE roman numeral III tatted on the inside of his left forearm. Guy was a reeeeal piece of work… he owned and operated a gun store right outside McDill’s main gate, and had a unique business plan. In that guys coming on-base could stop and leave their Concealed Carry for the day (as they aren’t/weren’t? not sure if they changed the rules but anyways) and pick it up at the end of of the day

Problem was he was shady-shady
I worked as a gunsmith for him for a bit and he fucked me on my $$$ in the end, ‘cos he literally skipped town after a guy got fucking shot by a ND in the shop, and he tried to cover it up and pay the guy off… I mean the guy got gut-shot and the guy responsible tried to pay him off and NOT call an ambulance?

Thank God I wasn’t there that day.
The guy driving the Florida Jeep however?
REEKED of “Training Officer”/Operations Manager.
Late 50s
Good Ole Boy clothing, Carhartt flannels and Jeans.
Ball Cap.
Concealed Carrying (printed like a motherfucker)
Glimpsed what may or may not have been a badge on the belt
Shiny silver, maybe a EDC knife? Tough call.
BUT

This WHOLE thing? It reminds me also of post 9-11.

I lived in Quincy Mass. Right around the corner from The Islamic Center of New England… like at the time THE BIGGEST Mosque in New England. Couple of months after 9-11, my across the street neighbors had a BIG flag hanging outside of their house:

It was BIG too. Like BIG-BIG… 10×14 maybe?
It also gave me a mini-freakout until I checked as I initially thought it was an Iraqi flag, and we were ‘gearing up’ to start some shit with Saddam at the time:

2 stars… 3 stars… you can see how I might have been ‘twigged’ a bit as well, I remembered the flag sorta-kinda…

So I ran it through the early Goolag, and got the correction Iraqi v. Syrian.

We knew that it was a Hajji-Household, but never knew that they were Syrian. Now we lived in one half of a duplex owned by La Famiglia, i.e. the first wife’s Sicilian Fam. We needed a place to live that wouldn’t break the bank, and in cases like ours, IF the place was available, the po’folks of the fam would move in, until they could afford to move out.

So we asked Auntie Marie what was going on, as she was the neighborhood watch/intel agent so to speak in that she knew everything and everyone and the comings and goings of ALL in the neighborhood. OLD SCHOOL Italian Widow… She told us that the twin ‘boys’ (42 years old… LOL!) had been killed in a head on collision coming back from Mohegan Sun Casino. Both wiped out together.

Damned shame that.

So I researched it.
And now, back then, you used to be able to find the story as it was, for the time, pretty fucking tragic on its face. Twin Brothers who lived at home, supporting their mom.

It took me forever, but I finally found a mention of it…
The obituaries in the Quincy Sun, a local rag that came out every Thursday.

Nothing else.
And at the time? What made me go “Hmmn” was the accident itself.

See… the story used to be on the ‘net.
Boston Globe
ALL the main newsies.
NOW?
Fucking washed and scrubbed off the web completely as I can’t find the story ANYWHERE. Using the names, the date of the accident, I pull NOTHING.

At the time, like I said, this was a BIG story as it was a MAJOR accident right at the beginning of the Memorial Day weekend of 2002…

Now?
Nary a trace.

You tell me right?
The reason? (I think using my anal-list skillz)

The vehicle that hit them was a BIG Ford F250, with a lift kit and a HUGE bumper/ram/brush guard and from the pic I saw at the time, the brothers were in a Full Sized 4 door Cadillac that got fucking obliterated. The truck? Not so much that I could see… It still was a BAD Accident to say the least.

The weird part: The driver of the F250 (who was not cited) was a 23 year old male from…wait for it… Langley Virginia. His ‘buddy’ riding ‘shotgun’ was 56 year old male from again Langley, Virginia and the truck was plated out of Maryland.

Soooooo many Red Flags right?

Literally so odd I never have forgotten those details.

And years later when I discussed it with some ‘people on the inside’ in Iraq while at a party in a safe house, I was told that it was probably a new field agent and his training officer taking out some bad guys… And when I found out the two of them had worked at a Scrap Metal Yard?

Talk about a place where cash disbursements for material that’s really hard to measure makes it a great money-laundering location. I mean do you really think the feds are going to be able to measure if sumdood dropped off “X” amount of “Y” metal for “Z” amount of dollars?

Twin Syrian Brothers wiped out by two doods in a MASSIVE truck who just so happened to be from Langley, Virginia, home of Christians In Action, not even a year after 9-11 when the Biggest Mosque in New England still had the “Ace Tomato” trucks and other blatantly obvious local/state/federal surveillance vehicles parked ALL over our neighborhood?

Now mind you this is ALL supposition.
But even now… after all these years later, on Goolag Erf?

Yeeeeeeeeah… The Quincy Casa is the yellow house on the left.
The Brother’s house?
Blurred out.
Now, these days you can request that to be done.
But this place, even back then was blurred out.
Odd that innit?

So yeah.
As far as them paying for this shit?
Money as one of y’all have mentioned is no object as they own the money machine…. never mind in the article itself they plainly state that “…pull in over $900 million annually to service the clandestine force” which is a BIG FUCKING BUDGET/Line Item.

As I always say, YMMV and make of if what you will.

So do I believe they’re possibly watching me?
Big Roger on that.

However
I’m pretty sure the moulinyan who ditched the ride dipped due to natural instinct… i.e. he realized the cops were coming, and he wanted to be FAR away from the hoopty when they got there. In the vid he’s staring down the road towards the main drag, watching for the fuzz… hence his lack of looking at my crib, as it was a nonentity to him (I think). As stated by one of you, at the end of the vid, the Sheriff can be seen just towards the end of the tape passing the perp and not stopping. This being a product of some recent ‘diversification’ on the OTHER side of the hood I live in.

They tore out the cul-de-sac about two, three years ago opening the neighborhood (MY part) to the main drag, so the High Schoolers who attend the place about one mile away no longer go the loooong way home, but come down my street.

So lots of ‘muh diversity’ coming past the house.

So our Perp hence was ‘just another brother in the hood walking home’…

I personally think that I’m probably, for lack of a better term, a “Teachable Moment”/”Training Opportunity” as I said before. I mean it just makes sense as there’s two different sets of these “Watchers”. Unlike that poor bastard Anonymous Conservative who from the sound of it is constantly being put through the ball-wringer. Either that or he’s cooked from whatever the fuck they’ve been doing to him. Hard to deny though that there IS some bad shit afoot and some of us are under WAY more scrutiny or even attack than should EVER be acceptable.

With me however?
As they say, “Don’t start none, won’t be none”
And the asshole with the dog?
Haven’t seen him nor his dog in 2x days.
Have to see if he comes around again or not.
I personally think he’s just some rando-asshole.

Unfortunately, like Mortar Shells and Fucked Up Things, I –do– tend to draw fire, even when I’m keeping my head down.

As the frogs say, “C’est La Vie…”
Or as we said in the Infantry: “Shit DO Happen!!!”

So More Later
Big Country

(someone said this was me on the Redonkulas Show w/BattleDwarfGimli LOL)

Greetings and Salutations!
Sorry for some breaks in the transmission so to speak. Been busy-busy as you can well imagine with Muldoon as well as ‘other things’. In this case helping G get set up so she can study for the real estate exam as her BFF’s family owns a highly successful R.E. company, and her BFF wants to bring her on ASAP well… since we’re BOTH currently among the ‘jobless’ I mean, we’ll take anything we can get

And if that means -I- become “Mr. Mom” then so be it.

TELL me Terri Garr wasn’t a TOTAL SMOKESHOW back then and I’ll call you Gottverdammt LIAR!!!

So a big difference would be that THIS Mr. Mom will be toting a Flammenwerfer and enough ammunition to fight off a Horde O’Hajjis or the like… Orcs Beware!

We’re making it. I’ve been now rejected by 42 jobs out of a tracked 60 I’ve applied for, with no real response. The other thing I’ve noticed in this fake-as-fuck Economy and Ghey as Hell Employment or ATTEMPT to BECOME employed is just how many fucking scammers there out there now.

To the point I’m reeeeally hoping G pulls off this real esate thing, as well… I’m “too male, too pale, and too stale” to be marketable apparently. Thing of it is, the forgotten part is guys like me? We persevere. We adapt. We improvise. I didn’t survive being a Gen X kid drinking from a hose outside by being a fucking quitter nor pussy. I’ll figure it out. I always do…

Now otherwise, because of the current “Muldoon Business” I haven’t been able to really pay attention to the ‘current thing’ and this is a good thing.

HOWEVER

One of y’all in the comments pointed out that the surveillance? The ‘watchers’ as I call them? That I have no fucking clue who these people are, but in my own eyes, I sure AF am NOT important enough to warrant such attention IMO…. that ‘they’ for lack of a better definition and the dumping of the stolen ride in my yard may have been a probe?

Well… I’m starting to lean in on that.

‘Cos there was three days BEFORE that when I was prepping for Gretchen and Muldoon to visit with her BFF by loading the car… The guy who lives across the street? Yeeeeeeeah that fucking guy…. the one who if you threatened to kill me horrifically UNLESS I could give you his first name?

Yeah, I’d be a dead Mo’Fo…. The same fukkin’ guy who after I met him for four minutes, two years later goes “Hey Billy” one fine day as I was bringing my trash in…. THAT was a ‘tell’… I couldn’t have told you this motherfucker’s name if I was threatened with death like I said…

Now mind you, I was told, and as memory serves, during that initial meeting I was told he had been a medical INTERN at UPENN Medical Center, which just so happens to be where at the time, my Loader from my Tank was working as a Captain of the UPENNMC and knew everybody! Popeye, to this DAY, is closer to me than my own flesh and blood TBH.

Hence the shortness of the meeting, ‘cos as soon as I mentioned Popeye, these motherfuckers popped smoke and actively avoided me until two years later when I was bringing in the trash cans…

Cut to 4, maybe 5 days ago.

Moving a 5 month old bebe requires a LOT of planning and logistics, nevermind gear and bullshit, especially for an overnight visit.

So I made one trip, then a second.

On the second one, let’s call him “The Watcher” is out in the front yard (his), directly across from my loading the car RAKING THE LEAVES. The reason for the bolding on that?

That motherfucker has never. ever. EVER. done ANY yard work in the ENTIRE time him and his ‘fiancee’ have lived there.

Like no shit, 5+ plus years, NEVER raked/mowed… NADA!

And trust me, I know.
So I broke cover.
Said “Fuck it” to myself.
Went over.
Filled him in on ‘current events’

During that, this’s when he slipped… again. Instead of being an ‘Internist/Doc’ like I was originally told on our first meeting, he’s a Nurse Anesthesiologist now? Now I have no idea if he was an Intern for that per se, but I was led to believe BEFORE he and his female partner bailed on when I mentioned that I might know someone who could confirm their bonafides, that he was a sawbones-in-training ‘cos I mentioned how I’d LOVE for a doc to be in the neighborhood if things go to shit…

Then 3? days later, Mister Mystery Monkeyman drops a stolen hoopty in my yard? And rolls out WITHOUT looking at my crib AT ALL?

Well today ‘iced the cake’

There’s been a couple of ‘new faces’ in the neighborhood. Unfamiliar faces.

Rarely do I see some of them more than once.

Most are doing the ‘exercise walking’ thing… some are walking dogs. One particular asshole who HAS been recurring as of late, has a seriously dog-aggressive Pitbull that he barely has control over, which is a MAJOR red flag to me. I try to watch out for the pair of them, as they are NOT from my part of the neighborhood… In fact I’ve never seen where they are actually living, which means I need to up my own surveillance and find out where he calls ‘home’… and find out WHO owns it and HOW LONG this particular unpleasant fuckstain has lived in there.

See… I let The Sausage Princess off lead ‘cos she’s great.
BEST trained Sausage EVVAR.

She’s HIGHLY trained due to the first Wife teaching ME how to properly train a doggo (credit where credit is due). Chili is learning, but gets too hyper. TBH, she’s a fucking spazz….

USUALLY They stay close to me, but today, Dis Fuckin’ Dood was on the edge of my property, (apparently already having gone past the house according to the video on the cameras when I checked) walking HIS mutt, when Chili, doing the HYPER Black Lab puppy thing, charged towards him and his psychomutt… who goes berserk while on his lead… |

Hence why I try NOT to walk my pooches when he’s oot and aboot.

I yell at both my doggos, who slink back towards me ‘cos they know “Daddy’s mad!” Should have been the end of it right?
Nope
Not so mucho.
This is the point he starts yelling at me about “….keeping my/the dogs on a leash, and that this is the second time! and that next time, he’ll shoot my dogs if’n he sees them running around loose!” or threats to that effect…

WHOA there Tex
What the fuck did you say????

I immediately dragged BOTH doggos back into the house.
I then sat on it, raging inside.
Like white hot killing rage.
You utterly dumb fucktard.

Thankfully
G saw my fury, and reminded me that Muldoon needs a Dada here, not behind bars…. which granted considering how murder-filled I was what with some fucking scumbag threatening MY dogs in MY part of the neighborhood on MY property???

I think, on reflection, I need to call Jimmy at the Sherriff’s Department, as ALL the HCSO know and LOVE the Sausage Princess, and I’m going to start open carrying the AK when we have doggo-doo-doo time… Just to make a statement. Let that fucker say or come near my A.O.

I mean it’d be ONE THING if my dogs were a potential threat….

However, Stella is OLD and SLOW.
Chili, besides pupper hyperactivity is the BIGGEST coward in the known Doggie-verse. (it’s the mini-french poodle in her… VERY afraid and hi-strung) that’s a WHOOOOOLE other thing….. when some jumped up ‘tard with an out of control dog wants to tell ME how to handle MY dogs on MY property???

Oh fuck no.

I’ll alert and let the ‘Imperials’ handle it
I’m too busy for jail-time.

But yeah, I feel like I’m being provoked.
MAYBE I’m not, but that lil voice in my head, the one that kept me alive in Iraq and Affy for so long? It’s rarely been wrong so my head is on a swivel, I’m upping my carry game, and watching my six. It’s all I can do….

FFS, All I want is to be left alone.
What part of that do they NOT understand?

More Later
Big Country

Greetings and Salutations!
I was texting with Doc Samizdat today.
His comments about the Hain’tavirus (H/T Stephan) as a Medic were pretty much his usual highly insightful observations:

1. The virus is a decoy, to desensitize (us) to the REAL bio-weapon about to be released

2. Gain of Function has been applied to Hain’tavirus

OR

3. It ain’t Hantavirus.

He then linked me a to a substack HERE which validates damned near all three of his observations. Now… after reading that stack, I’d say we have a bit of a connundrum with this shytte. As stated in the article, “They” seem to be in the ‘ramping up’ stages of VID 2.0 and all that bullshit entails. Case in point:

Link to ‘Teh Stoopid’ HERE
OF COURSE it’s from the Daily Fail, a masterclass in Regime “Slop-aganda” so to speak… And of course the ‘obligatory scare graphic is embedded there too:

But fear not dear readers…
‘Cos like everyone else out there, they’re all so fake and ghey it’s not even funny. Off of X (I can read but not comment, like or anything whilst I’m in the Gulag) I found this tidbit… The top is the translation from the tweet itself:

“A viral video exposes the WHO’s farce: while Italian doctors from Piedmont appear covered in special protective suits, blue gloves, and visors as if they were in Chernobyl, a civilian guy in a black T-shirt remains seated with his arms crossed, without a mask, without PPE, and without the slightest concern, right next to the “crisis” that according to the local TV had “almost run out of ICU spots,” unleashing a wave of memes against the WHO and its new attempts to impose collective fear that the vast majority now ignores. Their setup came crashing down!”

Un vídeo viral destapa la farsa de la OMS: mientras médicos italianos del Piamonte aparecen cubiertos en trajes de protección especial, guantes azules y visores como si estuvieran en Chernóbil, un tipo de civil en camiseta negra permanece sentado con los brazos cruzados, sin… pic.twitter.com/TeKQjFQfr6

— 📢Rebelión en la Granja🚨 (@elorwelliano) May 12, 2026

“OHMAHGERRRRD!!!! WE GONNA ALL DIIIIIE!”
(w/RandoDude sitting in the background, all chillaxin…)
Yeeeeeah
I’m surprised dude wasn’t having a cigarette right?

So cue up the dancing Nurses and beds filled with crash test dummies again.
It’s all so tiresome.

In fact, LIFE is per usual never dull ’round El Casa de Grande Campesino… Nope… Never a dull moment. Spent last night playing Fallout 4, (the original) and having beers and whatnot. A very chill evening as G took Muldoon (AKA ‘Juggernaut’ as my bro Cowboy called him when he saw him the other day) over to her BFF’s place for an overnight. Her BFF is a childless-but-wants-a-kid late 30something professional who’s currently addicted to the Cuteness that is Muldoon.

Babies Rabies I think is what they call it…
How could you NOT dig the Cuteness right?

Anyways…
The problem with playing Fallout is you lose track of time. In this case I didn’t crash until 0330. Not a big deal as I’m just working on job applications and bullshit like that, so hey, no having to wake up to deal with the Doon, so yay! I get to sleep in!

Or not.

I just have to ask
Did I desecrate a fucking tomb or something?
I swear.

0740 Sapper knocks at my Chamber Door, and tells me to get dressed ‘cos we got “…Cops and weirdness in the yard!!!”

Many thoughts of course race through my mind… do I need the Flammenwerfer? Where did I put that 5 gallons of premixed Napalm?” So much to do, so little time… well, I threw on my togs and went out. It was Hillsborough County Deputy Jimmy.

“Jimmy…”
“Big Country…”
“Are you here for….?”
“Nope… someone stole a car up at the High School, and apparently decided your yard was a good place to ditch. I know you’ve got the house wired three ways to Sunday so could you see if you got footage and help a brother out?”
“Sure Jimmy… gimme a minute to unfuck myself… want some coffee?”

FML.
I said as much and half-awake and grumpy AF I checked and sure as fuck, some nigger ditched the stolen hoopty in my yard.

Normally as we all know I try to avoid ‘Imperial Entanglements’ and also Jimmy is Good People, so I hooked him up with the evidence he needed to make a solid collar. And yeah, keeping the Local Coppers on MY side is always a plus… I mean Jimmy did ‘coin’ the house amiright?

That and I hope the fucking nigger gets bodyslammed as HE ultimately is responsible for interupting my beauty sleep. Said Nigger

Hopefully that uploads
And hey, it is MY footage from MY camera so fuck it.

Telling you though…
I really need a break
So More Later
Big Country