Reality Bites

Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes! Reality is a stone motherfucker. And lately, it’s blatantly obvious that the ‘lockdowns’ have had a far more serious impact than we’ve understood.  I’m not going to argue the “is it live or is it Memorex” regarding the WuHanFloo, Chinkypox, CoronaChan… I’ll leave that to the people who care about it… Continue reading Reality Bites

New Project

Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes! Got me a new project to sink what little cash I have into. DadInLaws (now mine) 1999 Suzuki Grand Vitara Ok Ok Stop laughing Two Words any dood in my position loves to hear: “Free Beer” “Free Ammo” “Free Truck” And yes, it-does– qualify as a truck.  V6 2.6 liter… Continue reading New Project

Sage Advice From 4 Years Ago

Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes! Again my Thanks to Concerned American for his ‘sponsorship’ in feeding some of y’all here to ye olde ‘umble bloggers rant range.  It’s a two way range, and I don’t block trolls per se, but the Ban Hammer is available in extreme cases. So…  A Long Long Time Ago On… Continue reading Sage Advice From 4 Years Ago

When “Fuck You” Isn’t Enough

Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes! I’ma drop this here for an early-release, and might do a follow up tomorrow… why the fuck not  Aye? Time again for “Sergeant’s Time Saturday”.  I’m yer host, Big Country, and today’s subject is the M-67 Fragmentation Hand Grenade.   In keeping with the same premises that I’ve put out before,… Continue reading When “Fuck You” Isn’t Enough


Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes! ‘bout damned time! I –finally- caught a case on Twatter. Seems -someone- didn’t like me askin’ a CNN slore about her barren womb and penchant for box wine. 12 hour suspension. I promise I’ll try harder in the future. But, hey, leastways I –finally– caught a case. Took –forever– And I’ve… Continue reading FINALLY!

OK, So What?

Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes! The Commentariat of The People’s Republic of Big Country had a few -choice- words ’bout me last. Essentially, very “Q-like“… i.e. “Trust in the plan” And one guy actually said “You should just read this one statement by the prior Army LtCol and then tell us it’s a wet fart.”… Continue reading OK, So What?

The Kraken?

Greetings Me Droogs and DroogettesKraken? Was ist das “Kraken?” More like this: Two, count ’em two lawsuits. Oh. My. God. Not lawsuits! ANYTHING but that…. Talk about a wet fucking fart.  I was hoping for a nuke, and we got a -pfft-.   Team PedoJoe and KamelToe have to laughing their balls off. Because we’ve already seen just… Continue reading The Kraken?

More Overseas “Distractions”

Greetings Me Droogs and DroogettesGot me some mail today that was highly unexpected. People’s Liberation Army Main Field Ration #3 Beef Flied Lice. Leastways that’s what it’s supposedly/theoretically supposed to be Now, the reasoning for the unexpected aspect is I ordered this thing 3 jobs ago.  Like in March To the point that I got in contact… Continue reading More Overseas “Distractions”

Still Using Us as Guinea Pigs

Greetings me Droogs and Droogettes! Many thanks for all the Birfday Wishes.  As the DeadDad used to say, “It ain’t the years, it’s the mileage.”  And man, dis dood here?  The odometer done spun at least two times around already.  That being said, I utilize Uncle Sugar’s Vet’rens Hospital for ALL my body-and-head shop needs… Continue reading Still Using Us as Guinea Pigs

51 and Still Here?

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes Hunter Thompson, (R.I.P.) was right.  Anything past 50 is excessive.  Not that I’m quitting or complaining (too much) but damn… 51 is a pain.  Literally and physically.  And these days, who the hell knows what’s going on. Not much here I’ll tell you. I got a nice custom Zippo from… Continue reading 51 and Still Here?