Damn I hate when that Happens

Good Afternoon Me Droogs and Droogettes!
-Something- went fucking sideways yesterday.  Wrote about a two pager, ranting, raving, the usual shit y’all have come to know and love…  Hit “Publish” and whelp… ok.  Looks good… no errors… moving on…

Wake up this morning and I’m like “Whiskey Tango Foxtrox?”

Shit’s gone.  Like never written/existed gone.

I mean yeah, in my decrepit youth I -did- play with nominally cortex rearranging substances… but not that much nor that frequently

On Patrol is NOT When You Want the Flashbacks to Start…

So, nope to and ‘Sid’ or Shroom based blackouts, and I haven’t had a drink in a couple of days as it’s not in the current budget.

I hate when that happens.  Good writing down the crapper, and since I DO have a mass of TBIs, the subject of yesterdays rant is sort of a pastiche of subjects, vaguely remembered.  A bad case of medically documented “CRS” disease or Can’t Remember Shit”.  Docs at the VA said my encephlocardiogram has my grey matter looking like someone beat it with a small mallet.  Apparently the damage to ye olde nugget is in the short term memory storage area.

Which is exceptionally fucked up as I can IN DETAIL remember shit like my tenth birthday party or when my best friend Darrin fell out of a tree and broke his arm like a motherfucker…  that shit is fine in the databanks…  What I wrote about yesterday?  Not so fucking much.  Kinda wish I could dump the old memories and stretch out this lame ass grey matter to keep the new shit.  Selectively ‘purge the files’ so to speak.  I heard on one website some time ago someone, somewhere that THEY (yep… those asshole again) had come up with a drug that could do just that, and that it was in trials.

Let me in… I’ll give it a whirl!  I’m not worried about side effects….  hell if it leaves me in  ‘drooling monkey mode’… hell, as long as someone changes my diaper once and a while, I get to watch cartoons, and someone feeds me occasionally, I’m fucking good with that.  I mean I’m just fucking tired of adulting.  I mean most of us are, and a lot of y’all are a lot older than me (Phil and Ken in particular).  It’s not the age, its the motherfuckin’ mileage.

And my odometer has done tripped around a full 360 at LEAST 4 or 5 times already.  Too many years, too many beer I suppose.

But, a short bit on the whole “We’re going to send in the National Guard in Virginia to confiscate those eeeee-vil Rifles and enforce the law!!!!”

OK… Lets just make this perfectly clear:
You fucktards are/were MORE THAN WILLING to become ‘sanctuary cities’ and break the law when it meant to packing Virginia with illegal Burrito-Orcs to help flip the state legislature and generally annoy the rest of us and piss off the Cheeto Jeebus.

NOW you fucktards are shitting yourselves sideways at the same concept of “Lawfare” is being utilized against your wishes/demands/and ‘by your leave milord’.  To the point of cluelessness… some “High Yeller Delegate”, whatever the fuck that, is actually wrote, without even the slightest bit of irony the following Hat Tip WRSA

“The legal precedent we would set by allowing communities to selectively ignore these laws is alarming and indicative of the same mindset that nearly one hundred and fifty years ago that led this country to dissolve into a civil war.”

OK, so illegals voting, robbing, raping, VOTING and collecting unearned welfare = good.
Citizens who own evil black scary rifles = bad and must be incarcerated and/or killed.

OK: Got it.

Your Move Delegate.
Until Later 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. Doesn't the VA Constitution have an article or Amendment establishing the right to keep and bear arms similar to the U.S. Constitution? If so, these new VA laws are effectively dead.


  2. When I'm writing a big rant, I'll do it in Word, save it, and copy it over to Blogger. Why? Because, as you've found out, sometimes the blog software sucks moose dick.

    It's easier and far safer to write or type things down than to fuck around with drugs and weird therapy things. So far the only way I know to medically lose memories is by frying parts of your brain by radiation or electricity. Yeah, no.

    And Virginia? We can only wait and see.

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