Shady’s Back, a New Gig, The Dooney and OrangeRetardBad Gets Cooked

Greetings and Salutations!
Sorry for the absence. AWOL per usual. Been at the ‘new gig’.

NOT the South Pole gig.

A full discussion with Gretchen (and w/y’all and Sapper’s input) pretty much made me realize that this time with the Dooney, I’m not going to miss out on ‘stuff’ as he grows up. I still have issues about MY kids (natural born) about having missed so much of their early lives, especially since in many cases I begged to stop contracting and come home as I knew I’d missed out on oh so much, only to be told that “We needed the money.”… I still have issues there….

So this time? Nope. I noped out. Noped DaFuq out.
As much as it killed me to as I do have the “travel-monkey” on my back… that thing is worse than a heroin habit I swear.

So… instead I went with one of my other gigs I had lined up:

People’s Glorious and Productive Steel Mill #231.

I mean what the Hell?
I get paid, get out of the house, learn a new trade and get to further our greater Socialist Goals to build a Superior Soviet Socialist Man amiright?

So off to the Crucible I go.
This past week was alllll the ‘usual stuff’
Dealing with H.R., benefits, basic training, a tour of the facility, issuance of safety gear and badges… the usual. The commute -is- a bit of a bitch, one as it’s the first time I’ve done a commute since like 2017?

(Quick Aside: Can you believe that I’ve been working from home since 2017/18???? Outside of shitty 7-11 ‘Keep The Lights On’ shit-jobs??? Holy Hells!!!)

To continue….
Almost ALL of my gigs since then were either shitty minor gigs I could get while waiting for my legal issues to clear (2019 thankfully) and then after that, work from home gigs, which went into MAD overdrive with the ‘Vid.

To say I’ve been experiencing some culture shock is an understatement. However, I’ll take it as the pay is commensurate with the effort and a fuckload moar than what I was making at the Tractor Factory.

God is Great man.

And by no longer having the stress about worrying about leaving here and the Dooney behind? Yeeeeeeeeeeah. A much less stressful time is being had by all. In fact, I’ve been zero-booze now for weeks… not even trying to count it, but let’s face it… them oh-dark-early ‘baby bottle services’ I have to provide pretty much eliminates the ability to get my drink on (as once I crash out, I stay crashed out), and now add on the responsibilities of being a Commissar at the new gig? It’s going to be a dry Fall for me I reckon.

I mean who can blame me for sticking around?

…….and yeah, that’s a full sized adult hat he’s wearing, cranked down to it’s smallest… it’s a wee bit loose but OMG he’s a Biggun’…

And Cute AF.

His Current “Vital Stats”
The Dooney: (short for Mountain Man Muldoon, AKA My Second Son)

8 Months, 20 days old as of today.

32 Pounds as of today.

32 Inches Tall as of today.

6 Toofuses -so far-, 2x top front and 2x front bottom, plus 2x molars (coming in, with MOAR following that we can tell).

We had to move him to a Crib today as he’s already outgrown the bassinet. We found him -trying- to pull himself out of the bassinet this A.M., hence the need to swap over, as him potentially falling over the edge IF we’re asleep would be a thing of badness to say the least, especially since the bassinet has only 14-18 inch walls, and he’s easily taller than that while sitting up… sheesh… So, New deep crib is now in place.

For that matter, he’s outgrown every. single. outfit. he’s ever been gifted or we’ve bought for him.

Currently wears 2T Bottoms, 3T Tops.

Currently wearing Size 4 diapers, (Size 4 diapers are typically designed for toddlers between 18 and 36 months old) and about to go to size 5. (FYI: Size 5 diapers generally fit toddlers who weigh 27 pounds and up, which usually corresponds to an approximate age of 18 months to 3+ years old)

FML.

He also seems to be bypassing crawling, and is learning how to stand on his own two hooves. His balance is improving daily.

He’s the MOST Smilingest, Happiest, Damned-fool Grinningest Baby I’ve ever dealt with. Makes, my 2x kids (who were exceptionally happy babies), the Nukular Redhead and Addy seem positively dour by comparison, no joke!

Then, his appetite… At this rate, I’ma going to have to buy 1/2 a cow (he LOVES steak and hamboyger cut up smol-smol) and a couple of horizontal deep freezes as r/n, that’d be the best cost effective thing for the future. Eats like a horse when he’s of mind to…

Growing quickly?

At this rate, he’ll be smoking a cigar and asking me for the keys to the car to pick up his date by the time he’s eight… while holding a glass of good bourbon…

Who said life would be easy right?
And for those who doubt?

I clipped that from a vid I shot this AM…
Yeah. he’s THAT big.
Look at his casaba… OMG never mind how BIG he is in general.

Y’all know how big -I- am… so yeeeeeeah…

“The Juggernaut” INDEED

Anyways…
Gretchen was asleep (her turn to get some sleep in time), so during such early mornings, Dooney likes to watch Bugs Bunny w/me, and occasionally, he likes some music videos… he actually keeps the beat… according to G, he’s got a perfect beat measure, 4/1, which I guess means 4 beats per measure…

All I know is the lil booger claps and bounces right in time w/ the music. His favorite song(s) are Pitbull’s “Fireball” and LMFAO’s “Party Rock” He starts going crazy when those come on… LOVES him some music.

Not sure where he got the whole digging the Pitbull “Fireball” song from but they played it pretty regularly on the Cruise on deck when we were out at the pool… maybe then?

Meh
TBH, I sort of dig both tunes myself, if only b/c -he- jams to them and they make him happy…

Speaking of which, Gretchen has been a champ this past week too.

She actually cooked 4 really good meals as well as handling the full time Dooneycare. I mean TBH, I tend to be the cook ’round dis place, and she stepped up her game for certain. For the most part (in the past), it was a situation of “How can toast have bones!?!” outside of a few select menu items that she always could nail… Now? She knocked it out of the park this past week food-wise… her ribs fell off the bones man… great stuff, especially since -I- didn’t have to cook after a full day at work, as it should be.

And then, as far as taking care of the Doonster, well, usually for the past 5 months, we “shared the care” so to speak. I’d take him, play with him, wear him down between naps… let her work on her studies (she’s getting her Real Estate License) and/or nap. Then switch over.

She’s been the sole caretaker this past week, which before y’all say anything, physically, she’s as shot through as I am. She’s in dire need of a double hip replacement and a spinal fusion. Now that we’ve got premium Health care coming in a few days? weeks?

Whenever the Politburo has the Capitalist Pig Insurance Companies send out the Health Cards, well then we’ll see about getting both her and myself back into the body shop for a tune up and repair.

Me? My toofuses are rarin’ to get done.
Because of that, as you might be able to see in the above pics, I’ve lost quite a bit of weight… like 30 pounds between the “no eating food ‘cos chewing hurts” and no booze/beer, and well, whether I like it or not, I’m changing my shape from ’round’ to ‘far less round’.

That and the work… man… have I been dragging ass.

Being a glorified chairwarmer for the past decade pretty much has me wrecked. I mean don’t get me wrong, but man, even with the occasional gym session, it’s a sure thing that I’m now forced into getting into shape.

That steel crucible ain’t gonna fill itself…

So otherwise, it’s been a good week.
I’m sore, tired but happy AF.

The only other thing (poly-ticks speaking that is) is that I want to add it this:

This comes from Native American I follow on twitter.
This’s the actual tweet:

And for those of you who don’t “do” Twitter? Here’s the transcript. I figure he’s got SO MANY good points, it’s worthy of a repoast. You tell me:

“Why do I hate Trump?

Some of you couldn’t care less. Hating Trump’s a sin in your eyes, and I’m the devil. Fine. See you later.

For those of you who care about motivations, who can look at the situation dispassionately and say “Hey, the option is open to Mike to just go along. Say adoring shit about Trump and get paid. But he chooses to do the unpopular thing instead, and he hasn’t even got his subs turn on, so he’s clearly not motivated by personal profit”.

… I’ll do what I never do in my regular life except for the people I care about most… and explain myself.

Right from the start, I’ve been clear. I love White Americans, you’ve built a beautiful country for us to enjoy, and you’ve largely been rewarded with abuse, discrimination and race-based violence.

Through the White parents who adopted me, and my sole White ancestor, my GG-Grandfather, a Scotsman named George MacDonald, we are blood. We are family.

I want to see White people not just survive but thrive, returning to your former glory. Standing astride the world and reaching for the stars.

All of us have reasons for feeling the way we do about people. Some reasons are rational, based on calm analysis. Others are chiefly derived from passion; pure reactive emotion.

Most of us, in hating someone, will fall into the “why not both?” category.

I certainly do in regard to our current… President.

I loathe even affording him the dignity of the office, because he has done so very much to demean its standing in nearly every way I can imagine.

But much worse than that, he was afforded the opportunity to serve his nation in a manner which only the tiniest percentage of human beings ever will, and he’s fucked it up so catastrophically, for reasons so innately selfish, that only people living (very deliberately) under a rock, could possibly be unaware of it.

Because there’s two of us in this dance. There’s me, and there’s you. But I’ll get to you after I’m done dissecting myself in the interests of transparency. Then you can decide how transparent you want to be in response.

I voted for Trump in late 2016.

It wasn’t a choice I made with unqualified certainty. While at the beginning of his campaign he seemed almost tailor-made for the problems the country faced, there were signs which I discerned that caused me concern.

As soon as he’d won the primary, he started to walk back early rock-solid promises. For me, then as now, immigration was the biggest issue. He’d run on more or less the same platform as the UK’s “Restore Britain”; promising the deportation of millions, not just the same tepid levels of repatriation we’d seen under Biden.

Trump would signally fail to beat Biden, much less Obama on immigration, both in overall numbers (which Trump stopped publishing when people realized how poorly he was doing despite ICE’s heavy-handed approach) and any notion of seriously deporting millions, much less tens of millions is now gone.

No border wall. Don’t whine at me about “portions”. He was Mr. Builder, and he was going to build a “big, beautiful wall” and “the Mexicans are going to pay for it.”

Never happened. The only “big, beautiful wall” related to him is that which was built with the assistance of American taxpayers… in Israel. To keep out the native Palestinians.

If you come at me with “buuuuuut they’re not natiiiiive!!!” I’m just going to post pictures of lily-White Israelis and very clearly acclimated brown Palestinians whose ancestors spent countless generations adapting to the harsh sun.

He failed to return manufacturing, he failed to cut spending, he not only failed to end the wars in the Middle East, he has started one with the most powerful and difficult adversary in the region, one that had not attacked us, one that was complying with all nuclear inspection regimes placed upon it (unlike Israel, which never has) and whose chief transgression toward us was the chant slogans… which were in response to the decades of crippling sanctions that we’d placed on their country after they dared to toss out the dictator who we’d placed over them.

In disgusting rejection of everything that Washington, Adams and Jefferson (et al) believed in.

We cannot beat Iran.

We cannot beat Iran.

We cannot beat Iran.

I’m repeating myself for emphasis. Iran is far larger than Iraq. Iran has twice the population of Iraq. Iran is as mountainous as Afghanistan. Iran has lived under sanctions for a very long time and their people have become harder and more resilient as a result.

There is NO EVIDENCE WHATSOEVER for the phantom rebellions and massacres supposedly committed by the regime. The people in Iran, boxed into a corner and repeatedly attacked, hate us. If they weren’t total supporters of the regime before, they sure as hell are now.

In December 7, 1941, the Japanese in a “dastardly attack” without declaration of war attacked Pearl Harbor and killed a few thousand sailors, soldiers and civilians.

Because Israel demanded we do it, and for that reason alone, we attacked the leadership of Iran while we were in peace negotiations with them.

There was no declaration of war.

The Iranian President and many of his cabinet were murdered in their homes, with their families. In the case of the elderly President, who we KNOW had explicitly forbidden his nation to develop nuclear weapons, his wife was also murdered. His children aside from one son was also murdered. His grandchildren were also murdered.

We will have been watching the house via RTDL satellite. We knew they were all there. Then we murdered them. Just like Israel, our ally who has never placed a single soldier in the field of battle outside of ours–yet we name them our “greatest ally?”–murdered the entire Iranian negotiation team in Qatar.

I believe Trump when he says he didn’t know about that in advance. I don’t believe the Israelis told him. I don’t believe they feel the need to notify him of anything.

Why is that?

They are a tiny suburb in what was British Palestine before the Rothschild family tossed a ton of cash at land-rich but cash-poor British aristocrats and got their promise to allow the start of a Jewish ethnostate there.

Everything they have is due to us. Forget the stupid hype. There’s nothing “super” about them aside from their general obnoxiousness.

The Israelis are a mind-bendingly selfish, cruel and inhumane people who have proven that quite openly over the last few years as they genocided the people in the Gaza Strip, which they had boxed in and totally controlled for years and then complained like wounded bitches when the locals fought back.

The American President, at any time, to stop this needless conflict, could threaten to halt the billions of dollars we inexplicably just “need” to send them every year, year after year after year.

None of our other allies require such strange largesse. Why is that? I mean REAL allies, like the Brits and the Aussies and the Canadians, who have been right by our side since day dot.

If Trump did that, in combination with the threat of forcing AIPAC to register as a foreign entity (which they fucking should) the Israelis would have zero choice but to comply. They are the JUNIOR partner. They’re the tail, not the damned dog.

Yet the tail is clearly wagging the dog. Can we at least agree on that much? Trump, a man with a massive ego, is allowing a tiny nation to literally force the hand of the most powerful office in the world. Forcing him to pull 180s on his core promises. Repeatedly.

The answer to this conundrum is, like most things, relatively obvious. Trump has been suborned. He is being blackmailed.

I speak to a lot of Americans here in Australia, Democrats, Republicans and White Nationalists, and they all say the same thing to me: the people in the United States are having a gigantic amount of information suppressed by the news media, most of which is owned by people who would qualify as citizens of Israel (or are already citizens).

Especially in regard to Jeffrey Epstein… and his best friend of decades, Donald Trump.

I cannot in one post relate all of the information the Aussie media has released that never saw the light of day in the US after the first 3 million files were released. But the information is out, we have more ability to garner raw intel than any other people in history, so I suggest you all act like grown ups and educate yourself. I’m tired of people expecting me to wait while you play catch-up.

Trump–after years of swearing left and right that he will release all of the files, has flatly refused to release the remaining 3.5 million files, and none of you care.

These are primary source documents that directly implicate the wealthiest people in our world, 90% of them people who could qualify as citizens of Israel, in the repeated sexual abuse of women and minors, all facilitated by Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, both of them of that same ethnic group, Ghislaine’s father being Robert Maxwell, the billionaire media tycoon who worked for the Mossad.

They ran a blackmail ring that got the world’s elite under the direct control of Israel.

But Trump has employed various measures to distract you. His people have has used a “flood-the-zone” social media strategy, provocative statements, and policy announcements to shift public focus away from the document releases and inquiries.

He has directed attention toward former President Barack Obama by promoting unverified memos and sharing an AI-generated video regarding a supposed 2016 intelligence setup.

He has launched high-profile online attacks against public figures and critics, such as threatening to revoke Rosie O’Donnell’s citizenship and criticizing lawmakers like Adam Schiff.

Using his social media platforms, he has posted about non-political or bizarre topics; such as demanding a return to cane sugar in Coca-Cola, commenting on the Bryan Kohberger case, and intervening (but FAILING) in the Washington Commanders’ team name controversy.

He has shifted blame to others. He publicly called for the Department of Justice to investigate other prominent individuals mentioned in relation to Epstein, such as Bill Clinton and Larry Summers, to redirect media narratives.

He has frequently pivoted back to touting economic metrics, signing high-profile legislation (such as crypto and fentanyl acts), and emphasizing foreign trade deals or international summits to drown out negative news cycles.

He has scolded reporters who bring it up, and declared the whole thing a “hoax”. Trump repeatedly dismissed the persistent public and bipartisan pressure for complete transparency as a “Democratic hoax” and told his base to just “move on” from the files.

International banks have paid out hundreds of millions of dollars to Epstein victims… over a “hoax”. Do gigantic international banks do that in your experience?

Was Prince Andrew, the brother of King Charles, totally destroyed over a “hoax”?

He has wasted DoD resources having them fabricate stupid grainy UFO videos that look like they were shot by security cameras taken off the wall of a 7-11. Lots of hype, NO PROOF.

Renaming EVERYTHING after America and “owning the libs” on social media; Trump has used AI to create frankly embarrassing images comparing himself to Jesus and naming himself the greatest President ever in a display of childishness that would make all former Presidents disgusted.

He makes useless, childish, empty gestures because he thinks you’re stupid, and sadly, as I’ve seen over the past 24 hours, about altogether too many people… he’s right.

He has what I would have given my left nut to possess… the opportunity to save not just his nation but White people in particular, and the best he’s managed is to get some DEI policies and positions cancelled. He’s either failed through rank incompetence or corruption which the Israelis have leveraged against him.

I hate him because he has betrayed YOU.

He’s not done much of anything to or for me. I could be indifferent to him. I could just look at the fact that he used Daddy’s money and influence to get multiple deferments during the Vietnam war to avoid the draft, because he’s a soft little coward, and I could just despise him in a casual manner.

I could read the testimonies by the roughly two dozen to 28 women who have risked defamation suits to publicly accuse Trump of various forms of sexual misconduct and assault dating back to the 1970s, and his use of his money to purchase the Miss Universe Organization, which included the Miss Universe, Miss USA, and Miss Teen USA… and from that conclude that he probably got along with Epstein so well because the pair of them were total sexual degenerates.

Aside from making him more of a punch magnet to me, I wouldn’t give him much thought.

But now he’s made that impossible. We’re closer to a world war with Russia AND Iran than at any time in history. Mr. Negotiation promised he’d have a peace deal over Ukraine signed a sealed in his first term.

Instead he’s overseen its escalation.

There’s so much and this post has already gotten so long. I know that a large number of you will simply respond with “TLDR” and I want you to know that I’ll flip you all off individually.

You deserved a leader who would fight for you. A man who couldn’t be blackmailed because he wasn’t best pals with the worst pedo in history. Someone who would make damned sure that our “junior partners” knew their place and never for one moment thought that we would be the ones pulling out chairs for them to sit down.

But we don’t, and that’s partly your fault. You have been fed bullshit and rather than be critical and consult alternate sources of information that were always open to you, you have become a compliant flock of dumb-as-dirt sheep.

I’m not. I see Trump for who he is. Who he has always been and who he will always be. Until he does us all a favor and shuffles off the stage of history, I will continue to be his devout critic.

He has aligned himself with your enemies, he has taken your money to strengthen them, and I hate him for it.

I hate him because I love you. So if you want to tear me up for him, go right ahead.”

OOF!
As I said in my comment to the tweet: “No lies detected”
If I may say, that’s one Honest Injun.
He ain’t wrong…

Shit like that, and where we are headed?
It makes me happy to be a Belt Fed Fucker these days let me tell you… Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and again, sorry for being out of it lately.

I appreciate ALL of y’all!!!

More Later
Big Country

and as a bonus:

what the Hell… one more:

I Fixed It, Dooney Stuff and the NFA

Greetings and Salutations!
Well, apparently I was correct in my analysis of the SAW malfunction the other day. I swapped out the buffer to an H3 (Heavy) and the Orange (also heavy) recoil spring.

To fully explain.
After watching the first vid I pushed the other day, when the rifle was acting like a single shot, I realized that the trigger kicker was being activated (as it should be) but because the BCG/Bolt group wasn’t being powered as stronkly as it should have been, the hammer was ‘riding’ the BCG in, resulting in a really light strike on the primer.

Swapping back out to the heavy set, cleaning out the Riflespeed gas regulator, and resetting everything back to ‘factory’ did the trick as you can see here:

….and as you can see, the cyclic rate with that thing SOUNDS remarkably like a M-60. It’s got that cadence if you will…

That also, for those interested was the leftover 16 rounds of M855A1 that I tried to use at the range when I had it behaving like a single shot musket, rather than performing what I call “sem-full-automatic”…

ALSO!
Another ‘thing of wonder’ was that on Thursday Night while I was diagnosing the issue, I went to Hoffman Tactical to check there on his blog for any tips/info regarding the Trigger Kicker and lo and behold!

They were IN STOCK!!!
Naturally I took out my one remaining credit card (at 29.99% interest LOL) and put 3x of them on it right then, and there.

So they’re already in the mail, and the next weapon I’m going to drop on in is my AR ‘Pistol’ with the 10 1/4in barrel. I had the H&R ‘brace’ on it, but since the SBR portion of the NFA went bye-bye, I threw a full size stock on it, and got an XM-177 Nam length flash hider for it, which makes it look like a slightly modernized CAR-15 or, as such, the XM177.

For those unfamiliar. the CAR-15/XM-177E1 was a ‘shorty’ variant of the M-16. Per the wiki: “The Colt XM177 is a short-barreled, compact carbine variant of the M16 platform developed in the mid-1960s. Widely considered the direct predecessor to the modern M4 carbine, it was designed to offer highly mobile 5.56mm firepower to specialized military units during the Vietnam War.”

Now, my rifle has the A2 with Picatinny rail, and detachable handle. Smol sacrifices but hey! I’ll take it. Adding the Trigger Kicker to it should be fun as well, as the vids I’ve seen of a TK running in an AR are impressive

ALL of the vids appear to run about the same cyclical rate
Meaning FAST AF.

It takes a bit of training to get control of it, but hey
THATS the fun in doing ‘stuff’ like this
I call it “Semi-Full-Automatic” as it isn’t, by definition a converted full auto. It just appears to be such.

So let’s see…
Other things
We went up to the Villages today to fetch the Dooney his (future) crib out of storage. Yesterday morning when I woke up, he had already beaten us to the punch on first call, but the problem was he was sitting up in the Bassinet. Which means he’s now capable of crawling OVER the edge of said-bassinet… which would not be ideal, as it’d mean a trip to the ER and a Damaged Dooney…

So off to the ‘rents to pack up and haul the crib back here. We had to take the Boat which was, to fill it from 1/4 of a tank to ‘full’ (added 20+ gallons) was $80 to fill, at $3.89 a gallon…

Good Lord I hate OrangeZioManBad… I really fucking do. Fuck that prick…. anyways…

So, we got the crib, and the roof rack worked like a charm as expected. The next step in the next 24 hours is re-aligning the bedroom furniture to fit the crib, as well… we have to keep reminding ourselves that he IS only eight months old, despite him being almost 10 pounds heavier and 7 inches taller than the three year old kid across the street.

I swear HIS mom had a fucking stroke when we told her how old Dooney is… I was out walking him in his (the Dooney’s) stroller, and she came over to do the ‘Mom/Neighbor’ thing… she’s cool… not one of the Watchers… that being said, HER kid is average for his age… well, possibly slightly below average… not by much however…

Yeah, I have a Beast on hand.

For that matter, I fed all of his (Dooney’s) info (height/weight/head circumference/mother’s vital stats etc) into an A.I. which came back with Dooney’s approximate ‘final height/weight’ later in life (age 18 is what I asked for)…

SHEESH
I am soooooooo fucked

The A.I. told me he’d possibly be around 6’8 at a minimum (probably taller) and roughly 310lbs with a 29in +/- neck. It even suggested that I look at getting him into football at an early age and the like… I’m truly not sure what route we’re going to go, but I know for a fact that football is brutal on the body over time… I’d rather spare him, and NOT have him have to deal with the aches and pains -I- have on the daily, albeit that MY damages were done from being a fucking Grunt in the Army.

Worst part is the kid would be a great addition to whatever he does… he’s just sooooo smart and good natured… scarily so.

Either way, when I start the fundraiser for the Deep Freeze and now-3/4 Cow, (“We’re going to need a Bigger Cow”) I’ll let y’all know… Suggestions for the Auction/Raffle and whatnot can be made in the comments. And yes, after he’s trained, maybe I’ll let him freelance as a legbreaker? Lord knows he’ll be able to rip someone apart barehanded limb-from-limb…

So otherwise
Got into a discussion with a couple of guys at the gun store last week. The debate was IF the NFA as it used to be (i.e. a few weeks ago) can EVER be brought back?

My answer was no way in Hell.

As things stand right now?

Pandora’s Box was not only opened, it was blow’d the Hell up, scattered to the four corners of the Erf, and then said-Erf salted behind it. My rationale for this belief lies in that ALREADY there are SO many suppressors/SBRs/SBSs that have been bought/sold/produced in the last week there is NO WAY to account nor track them.

I mean “The AK Guy” Brandon Herrera who’s running for Congress in Texas made a video at Silencer Shop buying a suppressor on a 4473 at 1201 a.m. on the day the NFA went bye-bye.

Multiply that by tens of thousands of hush-puppies nationally

Despite the DemoncRats and Repugnicunts, there’s no way politically to undo this particular issue… ANY sort of attempt to get these items ‘registered’ is going to have MASSIVE political blowback. Seeing that the ATF is NOT supposed to be tracking/recording the Form 4473 (the standard transfer paperwork) then by the Law they should have ZERO Clue who bought what where and when.

And do NOT even get me started on the 80% ‘thing’

‘Cos making your own firearm AT HOME, be it from scratch, from a kit or from an 80% item, theoretically said item DOES NOT FALL UNDER THE PURVIEW OF THE DotGov in and way shape nor form. Which from MY understanding means that home-brewed hushers, short barreled rifles, and sawed off gauges are now open to a free-for-all buildfest.

I mean shit, I’ve reattached my wire stock to my Skorpion, and replaced the brace on ONE pistol, and now made BOTH into SBRs… LEGALLY if you interpret the laws as such. Until such time as I find out otherwise, they’ll remain that way, as I am following the Law, as God intended amiright?

So your thoughts welcome per usual in the comments.

More Range Time tomorrow… Sappers is a little pissy that he hasn’t been able to be present for the SAW being fired, and he’s got a new Glock 43x he picked up for short $$$ that he needs to try out… $200 to be exact… Bastard.

So More Later
Big Country

More Test Firing and Fun

Greetings and Salutations!
OK
Been a busy couple of days… Gretchen blew her back out (not like that you pervs!) snatching the Dooney when he tried to do a triple gainer off the bed. He’s not crawling yet, but can push and roll himself around. The issue is, is that he’s quite a heavy lil sandbag… tips in NOW at 31 pounds…

She caught him but wrenched the ever loving hell out of herself in the process. She went to Urgent Care, and the gave her a couple of shots, pain meds, lidocaine and a “bed rest for 3 days” profile which has meant that “Big Poppa Pump” aka the BCE has had the duty for the past few days.

It’s been fun TBH.

We watch a LOT of Looney Tunes, as well as, (of all things) Simon Whistler’s channel(s). He’s a Brit-dude who has MULTIPLE historical channels, and I’m not sure if it’s his voice or what, but the Dooney really seems to pay attention when those vids are on… which works for me, as I’m not sure how much is ‘getting through’ but I’d rather some history and coolness go into that lil nugget as opposed to some of the shytte that IS out there for lil kids.

For the record, Simon HAS been here and DM’d me in the past… which is really cool IMO…

Anyways…
So other things…
I went to a range today…
Best described as a “Redneck Range”
Essentially an open-air garbage pit with stalls to shoot from (in good shape) but with almost ZERO shooting restrictions. It was an exceptionally gray and shitty day here, but I needed to try out the SAW and finish the break-in. For THIS mission I had swapped out the buffer and spring to the one I was SUPPOSED to use, and went from there…

Silly me….. I did not bring the heavy spring/buffer combo I swapped out…. I left them at home dammit… and as you can see, because of it? Well, it didn’t work as expected:

So yeah, it –seemed- to fail to cycle…
Leastways on the range.

Reviewing the vid?
It was actually my swapping out the buffer and spring.
It did throw out the empty casing, BUT it didn’t recock the hammer, as the trigger assembly has the Hoffman Trigger kicker in it…

The primers on the rounds that got chambered had ‘light strikes’ on them, which from what I can tell, was caused by the BCG/Bolt group moving slower, which meant the hammer was ‘riding’ the BCG which resulted in light strikes…

We’ll see tomorrow. I’m heading back there…

The “Redneck Range” and the guy running it didn’t charge me for my time there… he felt bad that my shit didn’t work, so COOL! Saved me $15! I -did- get to use my newly legal SBR’d VZ-61 Skorpion (I re-added the stock to it) and used my husher on it… THAT I need to vid, as it was VERY QUIET and as usual, Fun AF to fire up… LOVE me that lil mean bastard…

I also need to play/range a few other rifles I have…
One is a ‘former pistol’ which has a 10 1/4 barrel, and brace, which I’ve swapped out a regular stock, and my plan is to add a XM-177 flash hider to… well… MAKE a retro XM-177 for fun and games…

I mean why the Hell not!?!
So tomorrow, I’m going to go to the RR, and throw some MOAR 5.56mm without and issue this time (leastways from what I can figure) and I’ll record what I have. That and a FRT for my UZI, b/c ALL the FRTs are going batshit these days, SBRs and Hushers are legal, and otherwise, why the Hell not???

So More Later
Big Country



Dooney, Donkey Chompers, Diogenes and Possibly Taking a Frog to The Range

Greetings and Salutations!
Been a -relatively- quiet Sunday in many respects. The Dooney is doing well, and making up for the lost chow time for the past two to three days. His toofuses were bothering him quite a bit, and it put him off his grub.

So it seems he’s making up for lost time today with a bottle/snacks/teether cookies almost every three hours.

The kid can, when he sets his mind to it, suck down the groceries with no regard to my wallet I swear… If y’all see any sales on a horizontal deep freeze, let me know in the comments.

Buying 1/2 a cow is looking like it’s going from “possible” to “probable” here, what with beef being expected to shoot through the roof in the next 6 months from it’s ALREADY retarded fucking high prices… Better to buy now and be happy than to be looking later down the road at extortion level pricing…

Now… other news
Alexandria Ocasional-Cortex, AKA Big Tiddies/Empty Head came out and recently re-broadcast that she has Sephardic Jewish roots,

tracing back to Spain during the Inquisition

when her fam became “Conversos” rather than experience the unpleasantness of Torquemada and the boys…

Love that bit BTW…
So can anyone say “Pandering 101”?
Yep.
I mean for real:

Add on the “Freezing Eggs” at 36 (Empty Egg Carton much there Sandy?) It’s my call that she’s going to be the DemoncRat Nom for 2028.

And her campaign will have ALL THE CHECKMARKS
Female
Single Mother (by then)
Hispanic Descent
Jewish Roots
and she’s Relatively Hawt Looking with Big Milkers…

The last one is worth at least 15 polling points considering just how cucked and fucked the majority of men are out there these days… the Gooner Voat alone is going to push her over the line.

Tell me I’m wrong.

TBH I’m not worried… My call is she inherits a completely fucked up economy, and despite “The Plan” that the “Elites” think the way a LOT of things are going to break, their fever dreams of Complete Control is not going to go the way they think….

We’re too heavily armed, and a LOT of us are just waiting for the time when the cops decide it’s in their own best interest to NOT investigate that big ole heap o’dead “Urban Yoofs” in someone’s yard or why said Yoof’s heads are mounted on fencepoasts around the neighborhood….

Believe me… THAT is how the sloooooow decline is going to happen… Cops are, despite all descriptions after the fact, are Hoomon (fwiw) and they’re going to eventually come to the realization that arresting/charging/attempting to investigate certain ‘crimes’ are going to have a negative impact on themselves AND their families…

Leastways the smart fuzz will come to that conclusion…

And then, let’s see…..hmmmmmn…..

Ah… My man Dio from “Dio’s Workshop” has a new book out on the Zon: “Flying on the Wings of Change
Said book blurb:

“What happens when a wounded veteran, a computer genius, and a handful of fiercely independent misfits decide that the best way to change the world is to stop waiting for someone else to do it?

G has spent years flying from a wheelchair, learning to make the sky obey him even when his body won’t. T is a computer wizard with a mysterious past, an enormous extended family, and a talent for turning impossible ideas into working machines.

Together, they build things that shouldn’t exist.

Aircraft that push the limits of what remote flight can do. Technology born in garages and workshops instead of corporate boardrooms. And a community of people who have decided that family isn’t necessarily something you’re born into.

But building extraordinary machines attracts attention.

Soon G, T, and their growing family find themselves caught between government agencies, competing agendas, and people who would very much like to know exactly what they’re capable of. What began as tinkering and experimentation is becoming something far more consequential.

Because when you build something powerful enough to change the rules, eventually somebody comes looking for the keys.” 

Give it a look-see.

Dio has his shit together regarding writing in ways I haven’t. I’m like 10 years behind on writing my book/screenplay “Contractors” about my time(s) overseas. The reason I say screenplay, is that a LOT of the shit I went through would make a very “M.A.S.H.”-like movie…

I could see John Cena playing me…
Granted he’s a little short but what the Hell right?

Lastly.
Not sure if you all know this guy on twitter, Eros Brousson.

He’s a French Comedian who moved to Austin Texas, and has made quite the impression. One of his bits for example:

And the one where -I- found him that almost killed me from laughing… his take on Buc-ee’s:

Now, granted normally due to my overseas experience, I’d say to Hell with this Frog. Generally my disdain for all things French preclude me from wanting to have anything to do with a Frog… However, his honesty, and his Euro-Outlook from the French Perspective of the Culture here in the US is awesome.

The guy literally makes me laugh my ass off every single time I see his latest.

Annnnnnnnd of course, the guy in the back has a question:
“So… what does this guy have to do with anything Big Country?”
Well
Let me tell you… he’s launching a charity-driven tour of the US. He announced it today:

A very noble cause, and so, I had to make an offer (you can see it in the thread if you click on the link) For those of you who can’t:

So I’d LMAO if he actually makes it here, and if he does?

Oh Hell yeah…

I’ll get him out on the range…
I’ll even make sure he doesn’t get shot…
A great collaboration with a Frenchman and someone who isn’t German amiright? <drum riff>

So… that’s about it for tonight.
Got me a pile of yardwork to do tomorrow that I’m WAY behind on, so wish me luck.

More Later
Big Country


 





Recent Comings and Goings

Greetings and Salutations!
Man… today was a good day, but also a bit trying. The Dooney’s cutting a few molars… at least one that broke thru on the lower right. And he’s not shy about letting us know. The frozen facecloth(s) have been in play allll day, as well as regular doses of the toofus-meds.

Poor lil guy.

Spent the day doing mission prep for the various gigs I have lined up. Medical, the Last Will and Testicals gets done (notarized) tomorrow… Dooney essentially gets everything with Sapper as the Exec. Sapper ALSO gets all the guns, leastways until Dooney gets to be competent/of age/safely trained.

Which under my tutelage will be by the time he’s six.

Spawn Number 1 fired HIS first weapon when he was 5.
A Ruger Mini-14
He was a bit scared, but when he fired it (with the help of myself and his Uncle Paul) he broke into a fit of giggles. We may not be on speaking terms any longer, but he does or at least did have a pretty good start on his weapons collection, in no small amount of thanks to me…

Dooney actually HAS his first rifle, courtesy of a gift from Borepatch. He had a Ruger 10/77 .22 that he had laying around. It’s got the synthetic stock, and I scraped up a picatinny rail (I have like 20 of them, for various platforms laying about) as well as a el-cheapo airsoft/.22 scope (3x-9×40) for it, so now I have to zero it. It’s a great learning rifle, and as soon as he can hold it, it’ll be in the curriculum.

Other than that…
It seems EVERYONE in the Press Corps went batshit to find out that they’d been involuntarily put on “Decoy Patrol” by OrangeRetardManBad when he did the ‘bait and switch’ in Turkey a ways back. Personally, I LOL’d pretty hard. Never have so many deserved so little respect than ANY and ALL of the National/Notional Enemedia/Press.

IOf course its a good thing that nothing happened to those wastes of fucking O2… Imagine the wailing and gnashing of teeth, nevermind the rending of garments HAD someone successfully put a missile into Air Force One…

It’d been 24-7 for at least two months of how ‘stunning and brave’ the members of the Enemedia that died were… what a huge loss it was and all that other hyperbolic bullshit martyrs that they’d turn the dead into. For that reason alone I’m glad nothing happened… otherwise? Fuck those guys sideways, in the ass, with a powersaw. Forever.
Amen.

Then, well….

LOTS of weirdness coming out about the USS Abraham Lincoln. Stories about bad food, bad leadership, riots, attempted suicides, and all sorts of unreal shit. It’s hard to filter out the bullshit, HOWEVER

Even in the ‘worst of times’ during Iraq, as far as -I- had heard, there were never this many ISSUES (all caps intentionally) on board one of our big Boats… I mean the last MAJOR time something went sideways on one of our carriers was back in the early 70’s… “The Kitty Hawk Race Riots”

Now read that with a pound or two of salt.
It shows just how biased things are in that article where, boiled down to a TL;DR is that the eeeee-vil Whytte Sailors ganged up, and threw a beat down on a bunch of blaq sailors who dindu nuffin. The article makes it sound like gangs of Marines were out acting like Klansmen, looking to bust nigger heads…

Let me tell you
Ain’t no way.
SOMETHING caused that tension. It wasn’t like the Whyttes decided one day, in a Combat Zone, to up and start beating down an bunch of brothas for no good reason… and that the Marines thought that it was a good idea to get in on it, and go “Full Klan Mode” on said aforementioned brothas…

If -I- had to hazard a guess?
I’d say that at that time, the whole “Black Power” brotherhood was in full effect. Any bets they were irritating the fuck out of their fellow sailors, and slacking off on the job? Shit like that in a small unit is as corrosive as battery acid… it wouldn’t take much to get shit started… and my guess is that the blaqs started something that they very quickly realized they were in no position to end.

Hence the story we get today.
Either way, I’m not concerned.
It’s the Navy.
Shit like that is why I joined the Infantry.

So yeah, the Gulf of Hormuz is still a goat-rope.
OrangeRetardManBad is still fellating the Izzies.
I’d say that between the bad harvest we have coming up, the lack of awareness regarding it, and the potential for famine?

I mean as my conversation with G-Mom and her Daughter, G’s BFF (our former neighbors) the other day? We saw them as the lawyer that we had to see for the Dooney’s paperwork was int he same town they moved to, so we stopped in to see them. I told them that while WE (the US itself) may not go into full on famine, what is going to happen is food prices are going to go “full retard”. Meaning that that flat of canned corn? Right now it’s a buck a can… call it 10 for a Ten Spot.

Next Spring?
Might be double… as in 5 for $10.
$2.00 a throw, whereas right now? A buck a can…

I mean beef has already gone insane by my standards… hence my debate on a new Xtra-Large Freezer, and a half-a cow… I mean G loves her ribeyes, and me my ribs, nevermind the Dooney… If my projections are correct, we’re going to see some serious food issues come up by June/July of next year.

Nevermind the diesel and fertilizer issues…
Helium
Plastics
LNG
Man, we are so hosed.

So your thoughts?
More Later
Big Country




A BIG Day and a Story From The Last Hurricane (Take Notes, This Will Be On The Final Exam)

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, 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 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 them and their mother, that they might 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.

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

(cue farting noises)
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 blonde “Juggernaut” Sized Son!
I mean the kid is a fucking beast.
So anyway, like I said we went all the fuck over today 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!

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.

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 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 singular kid. The usual way things went was their 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 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 with.

So yeah… on top of hitting the Lawyers to sign the paperwork, we also managed to get the car registered for the next two years. Seems we had some ‘unpaid tolls’ (which is bullshit IMO) that had to be paid off before 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 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 I was lying/exaggerating/making it up.

This was a kid smaller than the Dooney.

Given me 4 more years, a boatload of training, and MY Boy would wreck 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 it on first contact, leave no witnesses, and E&E as best he can, and keep his fucking mouth shut.

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 harvest here stateside that we’ve seen in 40+ years.

Add on that the NEXT planting season?
Well despite 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 of them have shut down recently due to the inability to get the “Other Stuff” needed to make good 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 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 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 to say the least.

My house became a MAJOR 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 the source (the hub where the main line sent out the signal to our internet) shit the bed at I believe was 72 hours…. it might have been 84 hours, but when it shut down, that was it.

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 locally, outside of those willing to run their vehicles to power their radios, NO ONE had a clue as to what was going on, the situation as it was, and what to expect from potential hostiles.

See, the local AM Radio station put out a bunch of good intel on just what to be looking for as far as looters went. It seems that since a whole slew of folks had ‘hatted up’, ‘popped smoke’ and got the fuck out of Dodge, there were quite a few “abandoned” domiciles in various Areas of Operation locally, to include mine. It turns out that the ‘looting gangs’ (and yes, they were 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 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 buty I do know 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 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 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 did I have an issue. 3rd? 4th maybe day in… Shit was still shut the fuck down, I had the only 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 fuck up some innocents (overpenetration). Mind you, I kept them ON HAND meaning my M-4 was literally on my back, with 6 spare mags, and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

HOWEVER|When they hit me with the ‘high beams’ and saw just WTF MY end of the neighborhood was prepped for? Yeah… saved us a lot of heartbreak. This apparently is common AF by all reports… Make of it what you will…. the very fact that no one had what 20 years ago was a basic 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 it incredible that shit like this still 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









Fly High Sky King, I Wish We’d Known You Better

Greetings and Salutations!
On this date, August 10, 2018, Richard “Beebo” Russell went and stole a DeHavilland Dash 8-400, an un-passengered twin engined commercial turboprop from Seattle-Tacoma International Airport and flew into history.

“Sky King” as he’s been dubbed was a 28 year old white male who’d been passed over for promotion at his job at the airport as a ground service agent or better known as a “ramp rat”. Being passed over for promotion despite his excellent reviews and work ethic sent him into a spiraling depression that eventually, eight years ago today, caused him to snap.

Instead of causing harm to others, he, without prior flight training, nor experience flew what can only be recognized now as a phenomenal aerial joyride. During his epic flight, he successfully navigated around the greater Oregon/Washington area and flew to several natural landmarks, including Mount Rainier and the Olympic Mountains, and asked for the coordinates of an orca whale that had recently been in the news.

Realizing that this stunt was going to probably have some serious repercussions, his final act was to perform a barrel-roll over Puget Sound, and end his life by way of a kamikaze crash into Ketron Island, where he was the only casualty.

Since the incident, pilots and experts have noted that he was “uncannily skilled” at flying, with Horizon Airline (which had been his employer at the time) CEO Gary Beck remarking, “There were some maneuvers that were done that were incredible.” His only prior experience being from video games…

So this evening, raise a glass to Richard “Beebo” Russell.
Long may he be remembered for his honesty straightforward way of looking at life, and may he rest in peace.

More Later
Big Country

Dooney Update and The Belt Fed Test Fire

Greetings and Salutations!
OK
Been a while, but as they say, been BUSY-BUSY. I mean what else can I be with the Dooney and -trying- to maintain this place. Add on some of the more recent adventures and whatnot and I’m to-the-bone tired.

Now first, the Dooney update.

New measurements: 32.5 inches long. 29.8 pounds.
99th Percentile across the board. The A.I. I plugged into said he’s currently the size of a 2.5-3 year old. Pssssh… I already knew this as that’s the clothing we’ve had to buy. 2T bottoms and 3T tops… sheesh…

He -is- a wee bit of a chonkyboi, but as he get more mobile, he’ll lose the fat.

He’s rolling and sitting up quite well, but hasn’t gotten the hang of crawling yet. Personally, I think he’s going to bypass it and go straight to walking as he loves to just stand up, leaning against the hassock, and learning how to move his lil (not so much!) feet trying to figure out this ‘walking thing’… My understanding is huuuuge kids often bypass crawling and go right into walking…

He’s also discovered hamburger (ground beef) and seems to have quite a taste for it. I’m thinking that idea of buying another deep freeze and stocking it with 1/2 a cow might actually need to happen.

At this rate when he’s 7, he’s going to ask for the keys to the car ‘cos he’s got a date…

I am sooooooooooo screwed

Looks like it’s going to be interesting few years Aye?

Now…
Other adventures. Cowboy needed some assistance out on his horse ranch. Seems his head Farmhand saw some flashlights and heard possible ATVs out in the back woods of his A.O.

Seeing that recently we’ve had turd-world invaders rustle and butcher!!! some horses here recently, I figured it’s a good idea for us to recon the back 40 as he wanted. So we settled on Saturday afternoon to do so…

The farm is 8 acres of pure-dee Panama Level Jungle School growth, with a few deer trails and signs of LARGE carnivore activity, via the entire deer skeleton (relatively fresh) we found. Couldn’t have been more than 6 months old as there was still some minor cartilage on the bones, and they were in no way bleached. So he’s either got a Bobcat out there (probable) OR less probable, a Florida Puma/Panther. I’ve personally seen a panther out where I used to work on some federally protected wetlands (4000+ acres) and that was enough to know you don’t want to fuck with a panther…

Nevermind potential ‘hostiles’ like turd-world rustlers or homeless trespassers.

Hence us rolling out with a 4 man fire-team with 2x M-4s, one 12 gauge, and Cowboy rolling with his AK. We covered about a half-mile out, and a half mile back by my pace-count app.

I almost fuggin died I swear.

118 degree heat index, and I was in full uniform as the ONLY long sleeves and pants I own ARE my old uniforms. I mean I have ‘business casual’, but I’m not about to hump the Jungle in chinos and a Brooks Brothers shirt right? I only had only(thankfully) ONE Tick, and the bastard was on the back of my hand. As soon as it bit, I felt it, grabbed it off before it could ‘dig in’ and got rid of it.

I’ll be honest. I need to work on humping under a combat load. It’s been since Afghanistan since I have, and it shows. I mean I -am- a fatboi… not going to deny it. I like my groceries. I can hump a ruck on even terrain, but Jungle? Notsomucho. And when I say ‘jungle’, I fucking mean it. We needed Machetes to break trail at some of the points we investigated. THICC bush. The “Bad Bush like back in the Poontang Valley in ’69” as the old joke went…

At least I didn’t need to be carried out, but man, for a minute, it was a near thing.

Once we got back, and did the AAR, and then, well since Cowboy’s ranch -is- my test range, and it was still a nice day out, it was time to bust out “Ole Painless”

Yepper.

Now unfortunately, the codec for the audio was fucked up. Cowboy shared it with me after videoing on an iPhone, and shared it thru my messenger, at which point the codec went bad? No idea. I’m not a code monkey.

If you could (or can, not sure if the audio is working or not) hear it, I fired 3-4 round bursts. The Hoffman Tactical Trigger Kicker worked as advertised, and the upper experience zero misfeeds nor any jams. It ran like a top.

My only bitch is that despite a ton of loctite, the Holosun vibrated loose. Not sure what the solution is going to be for THAT particular issue. A better mount? Stronker loctite? Thoughs in the comments if you will. Otherwise?

10/10, ZERO regerts for this one.

HIGHLY recommend
So on that note,
More Later
Big Country

Lots of Weirdness But Mission Accomplished and WHY I Went To See MomUnit

Greetings and Salutations!
OK
I can’t go too deep into the whole weirdness that is my fam, but I do have to say that the mission to recover what was ‘rightfully mine’ if you will, went perfectly.

See, when I was a kid, my Grandfather promised me ‘certain items’ that were to be ‘relinquished’ to me when I was old enough. Now the issue was that MomUnit took her ‘mom’ designation (as the daughter) to hold on to said items until she felt justified in releasing them to me. To be honest, I had no issue with this.

It’s just that seeing her, and finding out she is letting me have them NOW due to her ‘old age’ bums me the fuck out. I’ve never had an issue with her being the caretaker of said-items.

I mean Grandpa WAS her Da right?

I personally wish it had been sooner…
Jes’ Sayin’

FAMILY is who you choose, and who shows loyalty to you.

Anything else is a steaming pile of doggie-donuts.

Which is why I’m a bit of a outsider.

My IRL as I’m concerned Fam???

The Doonie, Ranger Jay and HIS fam, Sapper, Cowboy, Middle Country, and Gretchen.
Notice no mention of anyone else, blood or not.

If you ain’t cool, fuck off.
Anyways………

Not that I’m unwilling to at least contact and/or interact with some of my cousins. I did so this past week… Cousin Number Six if you will… meaning she was the sixth cousin born in MY group of cousins.

To explain:
Cousin Group 1.0 was born to the 8 Aunts and Uncles of the first round of marriage. Out of these, we had Myself, Female #1, then Female #2, FedBro, Female #3 (younger sister to Female #2, Female #4 (oldest sister to) Male #3 and #4, with FedBro being Male #2.

If it’s confusing, try it from MY POV.
I’m the fucking eldest.
Because after graduating/leaving College,
Cousin Group 2.0 happened.

This’s where it gets ‘sketchy AF’

Reason being is the majority of the Uncles went out and after getting divorced from Wife #1, went and got Wife #2, (or in ONE case Wife #2, #3 and even #4….yeah one of my Uncles was a male-whore…) and then subsequently AFTER having ‘cut a young one out of the Herd’ as DeadDad would have said, they had ANOTHER whole new family with new kids and all.

Mind you, MOST of this happened when -I- was already married, had a kid on the way, and no one was keeping me ‘in the loop’ as I was the “Enlisted Swine/blaq Sheep” and left out of the loop… TBH I couldn’t pick any of these cousins out of a police lineup or out of a morgue if the life of the Doonie was at stake. To give you an idea, ONE of them just had a kid this weekend… Like I had NO CLUE right?

So, I got to see Female Cousin #4 or #6 depending on your POV whilst visiting MomUnit. She lives pretty close apparently.

Either way, she’s awesome.
Lovely young lady.
Sort of based.

Leastways that I can tell.
Told her flat out that politically? I needed to ‘go wash’ my sheets’ before make a decision and that Mein Fuhrer hasn’t showed up yet to kick things off…Z

She LOL’d which means she was either humoring me, or is based. I HOPE she’s based…..

So yeah, things went well that I can tell…

Now out of this mission to recover some shit, one of my IMPORTANT items was an item from Grandpa’s WW2 travels… this being one of the ‘things’ I recovered was a Nutcracker.

Now this sounds retarded, but bear with me.

Grandpa was rolling around Europe from 1939 until 1949…

Which was wild AF… him being (officially) a college professor travelling on a Diplomatic “Get Out Of Jail Free” passport from 1938 until 1948???? I mean whiskey tango foxtrot. I have a full scan of that passport BTW that FedBro got done…. Crazy amiright????

Leastways that’s what his diplomatic passport from the time stated. Yeah. Grandpa, who was, at the time that we know about was a College Professor and educator.

WHY he was rolling with a diplo-card is BEYOND me.

THAT being said, he –was– rolling on aforementioned diplomatic passport, and maaaaaaaaaaaaan… if this motherfucker wasn’t a spy or doing ‘dirty deeds done dirt cheap’????

Well I can’t make that call…
I do know that Grandpa was in Prague in 1939.

Not sure the why of it, as that passport I have show some highly questionable stamps in it to include crossing ‘in and out’ of Nazi Germany throughout the war… To the point ONE of his stamps was signed off by the head of the SS, Heinrich Himmler himself in 1941…

Yeah
Grandpa was deep into some shit that I can tell…

Quick Aside:
After he died, MomUnit had our Washington D.C. Lawyer try to do a FOIA dump on Grandpa.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah…

She (the lawyer) had some high level spook show up and ask her the “why” of her inquiry, as well as the “who” done asked for it, and then told her there was a 75-80 year ‘hold’ on Grandpa’s file, and to “…fucking forget that the motherfucker existed.”

Uhhhhhhh………………

Yeah.
Spook much???

So anyways… the story is/was that Grandpa was in Czechoslovakia in 1939, around the time the Krauts took over. One of his multitudinous ‘places I visited before everything went to shit’ trips. He was there, per his passport in August of 1939.

It seems that he met up with a guy, a Jewish Diamond merchant who had been given Grandpa’s info. No idea myself amiright??? Anyways… He was told that Grandpa was the ‘guy to go to’ to assist with moving ‘certain items’ out of ‘occupied AOs’, meaning between occupied areas….

The guy met up with Grandpa, and not sure what exactly went down, but the guy, named “Skootz” (pronounced Skooo-utz) gave him a parcel of diamonds to get back to the States to his son, who’d already gone there as an early refugee.

Problem was, Skootz didn’t have anything to offer Grandpa, outside of his hand carved nutcracker:

Now, on the bottom of this nutcracker, has “Prague” and then “1939” carved into the base… I can’t show it as it’s so faint as to be unreadable via photo, but trust me, it’s there.

So Grandpa took the job
As I would have expected.

Now personally, knowing what happened after?
Fuck that guy (Skootz) sideways…
Anyways….

He (Grandpa) got given (per family history) a pretty big bag of raw diamonds from Skootz to smuggle back to the US and that he was to hand over said-diamond bag to Skootz’s son.

This’s where things went a wee bit sideways

And -I- personally believe that the fam no longer trusted the jews in any way, shape or form. (Mainly because AFTER getting the gems in Czechoslovakia, mind you in 1939 he managed to get them BACK to New York City, and deliver them to Skootz’s son.)

As I was saying, Skootz’s son immediately in turn started screaming that my Grandfather was a thief, that the gems delivered were NOT the one’s his father had sent, and that all Goyim were thieving scum. Meaning the diamond were not the ones Skootz’s parcel had originally handed over to Grandpa….

O
M
F
G
Really!?!

My Grandfather who was an absolutely trustworthy and up-front freedom fighter who sacrificed so much???, who risked his ass to smuggle raw diamonds to this inept piece of shit jew, deigned to accuse my Grandpa of being a thief?

Yeah…
Fuck that guy.
Seriously.
Any wonder why I’m the way I am?

Mind you…
That whole pile of bullshit?
Let me tell you…
Grandpa was broke AF before, during and after the diamond smuggling affair. In fact, Skootz’s son shortly after went out and became a HUGE diamond merchant in New Yawk Fucking City.
after this? Every. Single. Male. in the family after THIS particular incident, per Grandma’s request was not circumcised as it was a “jew thing” (to include MY generation and myself and FedBro)….

Make of it what you will
Guess she figured which side of the bread the foreskin belonged on amiright?

So anywho…
Hebes are going to Hebe amiright?

So besides being a piece of interesting woodwork/folklore, the this is, there’s another story that makes this personal AF to me.

See… Grandpa, YEARS later, used to use the nutcracker as a ‘scare tactic’….

Meaning when us Gen 1.0 cousins were over at his house, well… let’s say the house had a ‘potentially fatal’ aspect to it in that it was made in the 1910’s, and had staircases that were winding, extremely steep, and Grandpa didn’t have the means of closing them off safely from us “littles” so to speak… I mean looking back, these staircases were deathtraps to the under-sevens if you will.

I think i’m moar aware there days as I’m having to re-do so much here for the Doonie dammit… <Le Sigh>

So, for Grandpa, who didn’t want a Gran tumbling/stumbling down a deathtrap staircase, he had Skootz, which meant he was instituting psychological warfare.

See…. he used to chase us Grands around with “Skootz”

Meaning he’d use the nutcracker to ‘chomp’ at us, and make us run away when we were lil kids. I mean let’s face it, this is a potentially scary item when you’re as kid amiright?

So what Grandpa would do, was to put THAT at the TOP of the ‘dangerous staircase’ when we all went to bed, with the intent of “Skootz” scaring us away from the staircase, where we might have fallen into an issue so to speak…

Let me tell you
That shit worked

So since I was/am the eldest cousin, and the other item I’ll go into later when I get clearance, I figured that “Skootz” was quite rightfully mine.

And as you can see, I got him.
Funny thing is, I’m continuing the whole “scare the kid’ with Skootz… The Doonie is NOT afraid, as I refuse to fully frighten him, but he’s aware that “The Skootz” (as I’m referring to him now) is watching.

So yeah, it’s a full deck that I’m dealing with.

I’m really glad I got to see MomUnit this time.
TBH I’m not sure if this’ll be the last time.
But if it was, I’m comfortable knowing that we’re cool and that we love each other.

Beyond that, Poly-Ticks and weirdness tomorrow.
More Later
Big Country

The Poor Mans Squad Automatic Weapon Or MOAR Fun w/A Budget Belt Fed

Greetings and Salutations!
I -just- got back from my last-minute trip from MomUnit’s place. It was a very nice trip TBH… no arguments nor any issues. Seems she’s decided that the expenses of living on a very ‘toney’ Island community ($1000 a month just in HOA fees) just isn’t worth it anymore, as she doesn’t utilize the perks of said community (horseback riding, clubs, golf, etcetc.) She used to when DeadDad was still on this side of the dirt, but time and age has made it really NOT a great idea to be OVERLY active.

So she’s decided to move closer to FedBro, into a GREAT elderly community, and chill the fuck out. This call-down for me was for me to go and retrieve various artifacts from my life/childhood and such. I’m really glad I made the effort…

It t’was a bit melancholic for me, in that I know I won’t be going back there, and there were a lot of great memories I made there. A LOT of them from even BEFORE I was married first time around. Downtown Charleston being a GREAT party spot back when I was a Junior Enlisted man back in the day…

A Three day weekend at Ft. Campbell meant “CHARLESTON!” for me… someday I have to tell you about one night that I partied with the Joint Chief of Staff’s (Army) son who graduated from the Citadel… I had NO IDEA who the kid was til later in the night I swear… anyways…

So yeah…

Now whilst I was ‘oot and aboot’…
Guess what showed up?
My LimaSix Upper.

And I debated on the ‘unboxing and build’ but I figured the majority of y’all impatient bastards would not care all that much, so here’s the pics post-assemble after I uncrated it:

Isn’t that just precious?

As you can see, I put it together pretty well. It’s got a Holosun 407 red dot on a raised mount, a MagPul PRS Lite Buttstock, Knight Industries heat guards on the rail system, as well as a MagPul Bipod. The pistol grip is a Tapco genuine SAW pistol grip that I found through a Reddit Group as Tapco has been out of business for a while, and I found a guy who had an FDE grip onhand surplus that only cost me $25. The carry handle is a generic Zon special, but serves it’s purpose.

There’s also a 100 round Nutsack for ammunition, and overall?

Well, I got a boner.
A BIG boner.
A BIG Belt Fed Boner

Bring it bitches.

As a plus? The internals?

I have a Hoffman “Trigger Kicker” in the lower that pretty much replaces an FRT (as FRTs can’t be shipped to Florida) and I dunno… EVERYONE who’s bought one, AND implanted it in a LimaSix Belt fed?

Let’s just say the outcome is insane.

So let’s do some more pictures:

It’s got a 12 point adjustable gas-block on it made by “Riflespeed”

Currently I have it set to the middle, of ‘6’ as I have no idea how it actually is going to function, and ‘6’ is the factory setting.

I’m also running an orange colored buffer spring with an H3 buffer, so recoil should be well in hand.

The red dot I got on sale… Palmetto State (curse them!) practically gave it away, and with Sezzle (curse them too!) made it easy for me to get it.

The feed tray opens from the rear.

It’s more like an M-60A1 on it’s feed and loading procedure. Meaning that the bolt lug (which powers the feed tray) HAS to be locked to the rear to ‘charge’ the weapon.

Unlike a SAW, where you can place a belt in, and crank the charging handle to the rear, and hey! That’s it! This one, since it fires from the closed bolt, does NOT have the ability to have the feed tray closed while the bolt is in the forward position:

Also, BECAUSE it fires from the closed bolt, there’s going to be a lot of heat building up… it’s something I’m going to have to watch out for, as a couple of GunToobers have already had ‘slam-fire’ issues and cookoffs with this upper due to the lack of heat dispersion.

Another thing is that the charging handle is like a Maxim, i.e. it’s reciprocating. As in the charging handle will be going apeshit whilst the weapon is engaged. I’m playing around with a couple of my brass catchers because of this, as I -do- want to be able to catch if not the brass, then the fucking links, ‘cos in a SHTF situation, resupplying links might become shall we say…

problematic?

So, so far, so good.
Sunday id the attempted “Range Day” down in Myakka.

My regular gun club would positively ‘plotz’ if I broke this thing out… Fudds doesn’t even to BEGIN to define the RSOs there.

At least at Myakka, they expect some rock and roll.
So wish me luck.
More Later
Big Country