Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Oh Dark Early for Ye Olde Intrepid Reporter. Patrolled the A.O., checked the razorwire and the landmines, and kicked the Guard Dogs to make ’em “extra surly”… them and the Geese, well, they ain’t getting along too well, but hey, these things happen. Geese are always surly.
Reloaded some more mags, I got them on rotation for spring conservation, although to be quite truthful, I can’t tell any difference in one that’s been loaded a year versus a brand new out-of-the-bag mag. Now we are talking MagPul as opposed to “US GI Dogshit 30 Rounders, type many each”. I only have like 5 out of my original “My Lil Pony Mags” i.e. real Colt aluminum “pony marked” 30 round mags… they’re almost like new but I really don’t trust them anymore, not after using the MagPuls for so many missions…
Heh… I now keep on the ‘ready rifle’ a 40 round mag. The load on that one is ‘dressed to impress’ so to speak. First Round M855A1 62gn Ball, Second Round M856 64gn Tracer. Wash, Rinse, Repeat for ALL the BeeBees except the last 20 rounds are ALL Tracer. I figure -anyone- stupid enough to still be here after the first 20 ball-tracer-ball-tracer combo means that it’s now a two-way shewin gallery.
At which point I need to break out the Heavy.
Ma Deuce. Gets a bit hot, and with a belt of ammo, I can only maintain offhand hip-shots for about 30 seconds before the recoil and muscle failure do me in. Either way though, it’s the intimidation -Wow!- factor I like.
So, feeling a bit tired. Got woken up by them hairs on the back of my neck. I figure it’s not paranoia (no more than usual that is) as I do have DumFuck -somewhere- to contend with. That and I don’t sleep well when Wifey is out of town. It’s nice and quiet outside… cool even… lots of stars visible despite the ‘light pollution’ of this A.O. Art Sido had a really excellent blegg today about the Fall (season that is) in Amish Country. I can’t even come close to his prose, but man, RTWT if so inclined: https://www.arthursido.com/2021/10/the-harvest.html
One direct quote: “In a world where it is easy to get completely black-pilled and feeling hopeless about the future, the harvest reminds me that for most of us the rhythms of life that have existed for thousands of years still go on.” It also reminds me of better things and people. Where we weren’t so ‘up in each others biddness’. The few interactions I had with some Amish during a very brief stay in, damn… having trouble ‘membering… Michigan? Pennsylvania? (it IS 3am after all) Middle America waaaay out in lands from the past so to speak.
Had a 4 Day Weekend that I went with a guy from my unit back to his house to see ‘his’ girl back home. Long story short, dude was not cool… in fact the polar opposite… the girl in Question? Still in High School… and had a restraining order on him… fucking yikes! I detached myself from dude ASAP and only rallied with him to catch a ride back to Campbell… anyways another story for another time but we were in Amish Country.
Nice and polite folk. Very reserved. Minded their own biddness. And man, what little I know about their culture, well, maybe ten or more years ago I -might- have been able to hack it, but too many years, beers and TBIs. Nevermind that “Snap Crackle and Pop” used to be a cereal, and not my carcass when I’m getting up in the fucking mornings. But it struck me that that reserve… the quiet and yet firm demeanor. We as a society overall are sorely lacking that. We get into the “Action = Reaction” cycle of being in each others biddness. No politeness. No reserve. No quality, Everything is becoming MOR fake and MOR gay if that were at all possible.
Take for instance the Trollfest. These people came to our ‘houses’ and are offended by what we write here. They’re wanting to hurt us and and threaten to commit horrible violence on us. Let me ask you… how is it any of your business?
Don’t like what I write? Then don’t read it.
Don’t like my politix? Then don’t interact with me.
Don’t like that I ignore and block the ever living hell out of you?
Then pay me ‘cos I’m the one footing this bill for this here site.
Two Words your Mama probably said to you: Not. Yours.
What I write or my opinion? WHY does it matter so much to you? By dint of your actions and obvious thought process you seem to have the unwavering belief that your feelings and opinions matter over everyone elses, no matter who it hurts or upsets. By definition, that’s called being a sociopath. That because YOU are the center of YOUR Universe and this’s YOUR World, you seek to harm others into conforming to YOUR standards of behavior? Manipulation, coercion and threats and promises to utilize the ‘power of the state’ if need be to get US to bend the knee to you? That’s fascism. Meh.. I’m done wasting time and energy. Full Moderation is in effect now. No more free passes.
>Cleansing Breathe Everyone< Woosaaaaah.
In Zen, “Unask the question”
All that remains
Of soldiers’ dreams”
More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter