Rainy Day FINALLY!!!

Greetings Me Droogs n Droogettes!
FINALLY!!! Rain… Blessed Rain.  Normally a curse too the Infantry, lovely lovely rain is falling…. Man… Just when I was facing poverty for the lawn re-build.  Literally.  The amount of watering I’ve been doing is purely stupid level IMO for this fucking HOA.  Kinda thinking of waiting until IF we have AntiFags running around and throwing a molotov where’d do the bestest goodest Aye?

Can’t hassle me aboot the lawn if’n y’all been burned to the ground
Jes’ Sayin’

Which is something the Authorities in Charge of all the Shenanigans haven’t seemed to cotton onto yet, as well as all Ye Droogs N Droogettes out there.  Bit O’the Ultraviolence could be ‘kicked up’ whence the kiddies begin playtime.  AntiFa patches and black bloc merch can be found online at Etsy and Amazon of all places… 

Couple of bux, and a set of all black BDUs and viola!  Instant Blac-Bloc.

They do False Flags
We can too.
Jes’ Sayin’

So, besides figgerin oot how to get under the Powers That Be Skin, Got some personal worries.  My man Rain-man finally checked in.  Rain-man is literally one of my oldest friends in the world.  Been my best friend since we met and partnered up in 6th grade.  No shit.  Met him in 1986.  We were the class geeks, and vidyagame and D&D nerds.  Common interests.  Turns out where I was just seriously repressed, Rain-man was actually an insanely high IQ’d High Function Aspergers/Autist.  Fucking internalized a lot of shit, and we got along and had many a mad adventure back in the day… meaning I came up with wild weird shit, he’d contribute his ideas, and usually it involved gasoline and/or fireworks, and led to a LOT of gray hairs on both our ‘Rents heads.  That and second degree burns and/or missing eyebrows.

So, anyways he’s done really well for himself.  Became a prime mover/shaker as the “Power Behind the Throne” in a major metropolis… as in he became the Personal Assistant/Secretary to the Comptroller of the City.  The perfect role for him… High level organized bureaucrat.  he’s about 5-6 years from a full pension.
Problem is, he’s doing it for the City of Portland 

As in “As Bad as Baghdad” Oregon.

Between the lockdowns and the bullshit, he’s been working remotely.  Problem is he’s a fairly High Functioning… to a point.  He needs social interaction though… and he’s NOT what I consider someone who should be left alone too much.  I worry about him a lot. His main socialization came from travel, going to live bands all around the city, and his friends there.  Now, between the Bogus Beijing Boogers and the near-constant state of war existing in Portland, poor bastard is literally losing his marbles.

I’ve been screaming at him to get the fuck out, but he’s steadfast in trying to go for the pension.  I think I’ma call him back tonight and urge him to go for the Section 8 Med Retirement… I mean he’s got to have long term PTSD at this point.  He at one point had to go into the office to get some bullshit or other… said it was like having to sneak-n-peek from all the psychos who surround City Hall.  He’s a fairly gray-man in his presentation.  Much to his luck.  Literally a face that’s not memorable to the average person.  Average height, average build.  Very gray-man.  Allows him a certain leeway in his movement around Psycho-Central.  I really need him to GTFO before the wheels come off completely and evacc down here.  Hopefully I can verbally abuse the motherfucker enough into bailing.

So, More 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.

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