Brain Drippings

Greetings Me Droogs and Droogettes!

Man, whatta day!  Roller coaster-ish like a motherfucker.  My thanks for those who commented support, a Fuck You to the pricks and trolls.  Past 24 hours have been flat out.  Law of Mother is a reaaaaaally nice old broad, but man… she’s a bit offa her game.  Couple o’nuggets shy da full 10 piece if’n yer feeling me.  Two really bad head hits in a short-short… 
Yeah, that’s what’s left of the car… A perfect T-Bone hit on the drivers side…
Right before the accident Mom a week or two before had a “I’ve fallen and can’t get up” moment.  Hit her head, busted a lot of bones in her face.  And a concussion that she was just shaking off when this happened.
Then, they got in the wreck, and Dad, unfortunately got turned into a 180 pound cannon ball and smashed Mom like a grape.  In the Grape again and ribs… she’s alllllll fucked up.

You can see the bloodstains on the seatbelt and the LACK of airbag action… only ONE fucking bag blew… which didn’t help things… waiting on some lawyers to tell us the next part, but Mom came home, and I spent the night, and this A.M. (after Poast #1) doing the install of the LifeAlert equipment and the subsequent testing.

THAT purely sucked. Not the testing but to get a 78 year old “Strong Independent Woman” (in her mind only mind you) to wear the pendant-alert thingy.  “Those are for Old People!!!” she cried, rather pointedly…

“Ma… wear the thing, ok?

“No… those are for old people!”
“Ma, I’m 51…”
“I’m eligible to join the AARP.  That makes me “Officially an “Old Fucker” which, seeing’s yer my wife’s Ma, that makes you so old, you fart dust.”
(Ya gotta be a prick sometimes)
“<Deep Sigh>  Don’t tell anyone what this is then, OK?”
“You got it Ma.”
Yep… sometimes ya gotta beat ’em with a clue-bat.  I love her tho, compared to my Ex-Demon-in-Laws I’d take a bullet for her AND Dad.  Dad’s also a vet.  Former Squid, to which I give him no end of shit when it’s him, me and his Buddy (his version of Sapper) who he golfs with.  One day Wifey came in in the middle of a particularly salty  story with Dad and his bro and she was fuckin’ horrified.
We laughed our collective veteran balls off of course.
I also tried installing, and ended up ordering a wheelchair ramp for the front door on Bezos-zon.  The old one Dad told me about in the garage was a piece of broken plywood that’s seen better days…

Oh well…  

So yeah, the die is cast, and life goes on.  I’ma gonna just keep rolling until the “New Intolerable Acts” come along… for the OG Patriots, it was a stamp and tea tax… for us?
Seeings no one shot/hung or killed any of the vote counters OR election officials in Pennsylvania, I’d say it’ll be gun control.
Those rabid fuckers can’t help theyselves Aye?
They’re needing to remove the weapons from our hands, ’cause without ’em, the One World Weirdness and bullshit will never fly…  And trust me, I’d say a motivated person should look to whacking Beto now rather than later, as Grandpa Rapeyfinger said he’d use his wannabe Irish Burrito-Orc ass as point-man on gun collectiveness.
Just remember Beano, the point man usually get shot first when the ambush is initiated.
Which now brings me to the next phase of “The Intrepid Reporter” Bloggage.  I’m going to start with a transition like I did earlier on tactics and weapons at least once a week, headspace and timing allowed for… being an un-medicated Bi-Polar PTSD Lunatic with disassociated sociopathic tendencies is a trial sometimes, let me tell ya…. ask my shrink about it… Ima gonna keep on keepin’ on as Joe Dirt would say… told Wifey tho that they’re eventually gonna come for me.  I –know– for fact that I’m on the ‘liquidate’ list somewhere… being a trained terrorist (back when the OPFOR Academy still meant something) as well as alllllllllllllll the other ‘dirty deeds done not-so-dirt cheap that y’all have read about over the years… guys like me are dangerous in that we’re well versed in shit.
And I intend on passing that shit on…
Through either stories or straight instruction, though stories usually have been sticking power.. we shall see…
So until Later, quit yer weeping and git ta drinkin’… I know I’m doing it
I Remain The Intrepid Reporter
Big Country

By BigCountryExpat

Fuck you if you can't take a joke. No one gets out alive so eat me.


  1. Chrystler 300? Looks like it anyway. Whatever it was it saved them.

    Way ahead of you I'm sure as of today considering time zone. Going to do a hard detox starting Monday. Going hard till close of business Sunday. I'm not excited. But I feel I need it considering the times lately. Been going hard for sure last couple months. Need to get a little sharper. I'm a littly squishy from indulgence.

    1. I'm with ya… and yeah 300… took a hit from a car doing 50+… damage wasn't too bad… it's the guy in the Corvette who -dodged- the collision but ended up doing a "Smokey and the Bandit" jump and dive into a 12 foor deep retention pond… turned a 2010 Vette into a U-Boat LMFAO! Guy was OK but highly upset as you can well imaginge…

  2. Sorry to hear about troubles, man. Hope they both heal up quickly and the lawdogs don't take too much if a chunk out of any settlement.

    Off topic: How the fuck can a fellow traveler get a email to you? I've looked at the site on mobile AND web version and can't seem to find it. I'd like to hit you up and maybe buy you a beer or three and swap lies with you sometime.

  3. Yep. I'm about to rig for silent running here. May start using more Tails and going through TOR while spoofing my MAC address.
    Gonna make them work like hell to even attempt to find me with what I'm searching for.

  4. (back when the OPFOR Academy still meant something)

    Care to elaborate? Just want to see if it lined up with brief observation of graduates.

    1. Back in the day, we spent a LOT of time learning about baseline terror tactics… How to 'blend in' with shit, how to look for 'soft points' for exploitation… a 'for instance' will be going over shortly… stay tuned… We weren't just the Kraznovians man… they taught us a lot of shit back then that now? They prolly ain't happy… never mind what I learned as a contractor in Iraq for 8 years… "study your enemy to learn how to hurt him best" a paraphrase from Sun Tzu

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