Answering Some Questions Doomsday? and a Story From Years Gone By

Greetings and Salutations!
So due to popular demand, I’ll revamp this place in the next week or so. Far be it for me to not heed the will of the Vox Populi.

Now.. a few answers to the questions that were thrown out there.
#1) Sapper’s Truck: According to the fucking grifting POS mechanics who shall remain nameless, the problem again was the Mass Air-Flow Sensor. Now this strikes me as a wee bit odd as Sapper bought an OEM (Toyota) one off of the Zon, rather than going with the supposedly ‘Warrantied’ one that they wanted to install at a heinous upcharge.

Funny how that OEM sensor failed within two weeks Aye?

And another thing that convinces me that they possibly ‘monkied’ with shit? I didn’t mention it but the day after we got the truck back? Sapper’s Air Conditioning fan shit the bed out of nowhere. In Florida that’s a no-go. However, a few youtoob vidyas later, one $60 aftermarket fan, and a wee bit of elbow grease and we got that resolved.

I’m pretty sure they did something to cause that failure… not that we can prove it or anything at this point.

Then
#2) The Krainian “Pearl Harbor Gambit”
Oof.
First off, fantastic operation. Very well done. No leaks, and a great hit over all.

The problem?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh…

Ivan just had one of the ‘legs’ of his “Strategic Deterrence” tri/tripod ‘kicked out’ from under him, namely his bomber fleet. Ivan only has/had about 100-125 of the Tupolov Tu-95 ‘Bear’ bombers (the Rus equivalent of our B-52, except prop-powered) still running, and supposedly the Krainians got a bunch of them in this raid:

They also hit a bunch of Tu-22M ‘Backfire’ bombers as well.

According to the Wiki, there’s only about 54 of the Tu-22M variants still in service…

And then there (supposedly) were a few An-50s hit as well… which is a Russian version of AWACs (Airborne Warning/Airborne Controller) aircraft:

Roughly $2,000,000,000.00 USD worth of equipment.

You knew that was coming…
Seriously tho…
Ivan has certain rules regarding nukes, the use of nukes and war when it comes to “The Proper Way of Dealing With Shit” so to speak…

Namely that IF and only IF there appears to be and EXISTENTIAL THREAT to the Rodina, then nukes? Oh fuck yeah, they’re on the table with a vengeance.

Now Aesop, while I’ll give him his respect due, as some things he’s been right about, his cold-War-Warrior mentality vis-a-vis IMO has been dead wrong. A couple of times he’s stated that the Russians would get sick of Putin running this shitshow, and off his ass, and make peace.

The problem with that?

Putin is positively sane as fuck compared to the majority of the Ivans over there. He’s been positively the ‘Voice of Reason’ in keeping things symmetrical in responses to Krainian bullshit.

Right now? The stuff I’ve been reading and watching has me thinking that there’s a strong possibility that THIS TIME the “Kill Them All” elements of his government are going to get their way and waste a significant portion of….well I’m not sure…

I know… I know… very ‘waffle-y’ on my part…

The thing of it is, I’m not Russian, nor have I recently stayed at a Holiday Inn Express… That being said, I’m pretty sure that if Putin doesn’t do something ‘spectacular’ that the Hardliners WILL off his ass as being a weakling, and we’ll end up with a “Ivan-the-Terrible-er” that decides that it’s time to make BIIIIIG Glowing Gopher Holes allllll over the E.U. and in the US.

So yeah, I went out with Sapper today and we dropped $200 each at CostCo re-upping the shitpaper and paper towels, (plus ‘other stuff’) and on payday, I’ll do it again. Better safe than sorry. It’s the same vibe I got right before Covid became a ‘thing’ and the lockdowns happened. Never ignore that ‘little voice’… mine said to make sure our shit is secure and up to speed.

This shit is NOT going to end well… that’s for damned sure.

I wouldn’t put it past that tomorrow, during the “Peace Conference” that the Russian Envoy opens a laptop, and tells everyone there to watch, and as they do, it opens to a drone feed from 25 miles away in the Krain, obviously outside of Kiev… Then there’s a sudden -flash- and then a GIANT mushroom cloud over Kiev… and then tells all present:

“OK… who’s fucking next? We’re done playing retard games… the first of you fuckers who blinks, your capital goes up like Kiev. Surrender now, dissolve NATO, shut down all the bullshit, or we launch in 20 minutes, and guess what? We’ll win. You assholes have been playing Fuck Around for 3 years… it’s time you Found Out.”

I mean far fetched?
You tell me.
Ivan is pissed
AND|
There’s plenty of evidence things are going on that NO ONE has a clue about:

Uhhhh… Yeah.

That channel has –barely- any traffic on it usually

The fact that per T.L Davis HERE talks about how last Wednesday the Russians sent their Continuance of Government folks out to the bunker-cities in the Siberian Tundra.

For fun, I ran the all the word thru the Goolag Translate. Only the first three came up with English translations, being #1 “Opened”, #2 “Ice Cream” and #3 “Meadow”. I mean no fucking idea, but interesting nonetheless.

So I’d say we may (or not… hopefully not) see something happen in the next 48-72 hours. Ivan is, if anything patient unlike OUR fucktards who can’t stop moving at the speed of a soundbite. That being a major problem with our supposed Leadershit Class… fuckers are too stupid, venal and retarded to understand just what the fuck is going on… until it’s too late.

So otherwise, let me share a story from days gone by:

When I got out of the Army we ended up moving into the ‘family home’, my Xwife and 2x Spawn, both Spawn being wee-ones at the time. The Xwife’s fam had the original duplex that the family bought when they came over on the Olive Oil boat in the 1920s… Not a bad place really… The Xwife’s Great Aunt lived next door as family Matriarch/Landlord and we got to move in as the ‘kids who needed a hand up’ while I got established on civvie street paying WAAAY below market rent while I worked to get in a position to get our own place.

The neighborhood unfortunately had NOT retained it’s original Italian ‘flavor’ so to speak. It’d gone pretty low-end ghetto with the majority of the “Adult” males hanging out I shit you not at 7 a.m. drinking beer and smoking weed on the stoops while I, Mister “Trying to Get Ahead” in life would walk past them to catch public transportation to get to my entry-level IT job. These wastes of Oxygen and Skin would STILL be out there when I came home at 18:00 nightly. They regularly made a few snide comments until I let them know that I wasn’t to be trifled with. (Airborne Infantry, Combat Experienced)

The next door neighbor(s) were the most entertaining scumbags I’d ever seen.

It started one night in the spring right after we moved in when I heard the male, Tony start fighting with his wife Corrine. The screaming was off the chart. I was positively AMAZED that the cops didn’t get called. I asked Great Auntie about it and she shrugged and said “That’s the way they are!” She was very non-confrontational in dealing with shit like this….
Anyways… the screaming matches?

This over time devolved into physical fighting.

What was hilarious was they’d beat the shit out of each other, using frying pans, brooms… what have you…

It was like clockwork. Tony would get drunk AF, and Corrine would start getting on his case and Presto!!! Instant fisticuffs.

The house had like 6 windows facing my back yard. One night a buddy of mine came over, and no shit, we sat outside watching this shitshow as Corrine chased Tony with a frying pan, back and forth, hitting him in the head “BONG!BONG!BONG!”

He in turn grabbed I don’t know what, but she beat feet back the other way really quickly… My buddy Chuck couldn’t resist and started cheering on Corrine to “Hit that sumbitch harder!!!!” which caused them to stop, look out, and well… they shut the blinds as it must has sparked -some- form of embarrassment. (As if they were even capable of the idea)

So much for the show that night.

This happened on and off for the three years we lived there. The “Friday Night Fights” were legend after a while… it got to the point where I’d set up lawnchairs with a cooler of beer and realize how good I had it with my family… made me appreciate things yannow??? The ONLY time things got tense with me and Tony was when a drunk driver had taken out a power pole which nuked the neighborhood power via one of the BIG transformers blowing up… it took the city like 5 days to get a replacement.

Now as you know, since I was/am a prepper, I have a smol generator. I busted it out, powered it up, and viola, we had juice.

This meant keeping our fridge powered, and enough juice to then run the VCR and TV (and yeah, it was that long ago) to keep the spawn entertained. I was able to work remotely via my cell phone and lappie, so life was good for the moment. Even Great Auntie was getting some power, so that was a good thing. Keeping the family Matriarch helped right?

However
A problem developed when I heard the gennie on Day Two of the outage start ‘bogging down’ i.e. having too heavy a load on it. Like it made me go “WTF!?!” and since things were a wee bit Mad Max-ish, I grabbed my 12 gauge Mossberg and went to check.

I go outside, and what do I see? I found a power cord connected to the generator running in my yard, over the fence, and into Tony’s house!

Entitled much?

I took my electric-shock proof wire clippers (a lesson needed to be made here) and cut the power cord. I then went onto the porch, leaving the end of the cord still plugged in. That way the fucker couldn’t just re-plug it in.

Within 2 minutes Tony jumped the fence (apparently again) and came to see what was going on with his ‘loss of power’. He saw the cable was cut, not just unplugged and started ranting like a raped ape, at which point I appeared in the doorway of the porch… he started going off on me, my mother, my family… you name it. He must have been High AF as he started coming towards me, at which point I let Mister 12gauge lean out from behind my left leg… that pretty much got him stopped cold…

He chilled pretty fucking quick at that point…

Mind you, this was in Massachusetts, and the “Rules” of weapons ownership kept most folks from having weapons. They weren’t and to this day not very common outside of illegal stuff… Me? I had what at the time they would have classed as an Eeeee-vil Arsenal (i.e. more than 5 rifles/pistols)

Tony practically shit himself at the sight of the gauge… to be fair, it was a DotMil M590 with Bayonet Lug and Heat Shield. NOT your daddy’s hunting shottie to say the least. What REALLY cracked me up was that he kept saying how “It wasn’t FAIR!” that I had a generator and that I should share it with him… the entitlement was off the charts. I told him it wouldn’t be fair to Corrine if I had to spatter his stupid all over my back yard if he didn’t GTFO of said-yard, and to STFU and have a nice day…

Pretty much the last interaction I had with him until we moved three months later…

So that’s the fun for tonight.
More Later
Big Country

And We Have a Winner! Plus Heads Up! It’s Time To Go Long in Canned Goods and MRES.

Greetings and Salutations!
We have a winner!
IF said winner allows I’ll name him here. I’m waiting on FFL Info for him. If you haven’t heard from me, I have to thank you for the entries, but y’all didn’t win this time. Maybe the next time around.

I’ve also asked that when the Winner gets said Rifle if’n he’d send me a pic of him with it, and maybe a review of it I’d appreciate it. I want a third-party outsider’s POV of shewtin’ one of these refurbs I’m doing.

Speaking of which, I’m still waiting on them damned brass screw pins to fix that broken stock. Until I get that/them I’m literally at a stand-still. Otherwise, I’ve just been worn out as of late.

Sapper’s son and Gran made it out safely on Wednesday. It’s then the whole ‘clean up the wreckage’ and the house overall as the place was/is a wreck. Finding lots of little piles of ‘stuff’ …water bottles, food wrappers and the like from where the kid hid his stuff rather than throwing it away… Not that it’s unusual… just unexpected.

Catching Chili with ‘things the puppy should NOT be chewing on’ like OUR Gran’s dolls/stuffies and such because Sapper’s Gran had taken them out, and not secured them… one of which I had to replace and THANK GOD for eBay… One of them which I -did not- catch on time was her favorite pink bunny rabbit stuffie.

By the time I caught her, the puppy had effectively blinded the poor thing by eating the eyes off of it. As well as the majority of it’s face. And it’s an older model… hence why finding it on eBay was a key factor… ‘gently used’ was a plus and $19 w/free shipping? Yeah… express that fucker to me ASAP. It got here and she was thankfully unaware of “Ye Olde Switcheroo”

Thank the Good Lord for smol favors Aye?

Hence why I’ve been exhausted.
As of late, I’ve been in full on “nonstop running around putting out fucking fires” mode. Like “hair-on-fucking-fire” running around. Plus working full time at People’s Glorious Tractor Factory, which thankfully, we’re in the between-season lull which has allowed me some flexibility with getting minor issues handled around here.

Tomorrow I have to dig out the lawn mower to get the jungle under control… the HOA went from hitting me with a violation for “bare spots” on the lawn” to “Yer shit is overgrown and looks like Vietnam!”

“Make up yer fookin’ mind!” said Steven the Irishman.

Amen to that.
We were going to do it early this AM< however, since we haven’t had any rain for the past few weeks, of COURSE the morning I have yardwork to do, it rained like a MoFo…

So anyways, it’s time to get into the groove and issue a bit of a red flag warning I’m seeing.

Tonight there’s an article on the Daily Fail, BritLand’s premier bird cage liner. I know they consider it a tabloid, and because of the amount of celebutard stuff they cover, I’m inclined to agree.
HOWEVER
One thing about it is they have a hell of a lot of real stories that get barely a mention here in OUR Ministries of Lies and Propaganda which allow an analyst like myself to get a better idea of what’s happening by the LACK of news here on our side. If they run it, and there’s absolutely ZERO mention of it here, well, I’ll cross reference it, and if I get two or more confirmations, it means whatever is happening, well… if OUR asshole Enemedia aren’t talking about it, it probably means that they don’t want to spook the Sheepole.
So hence we got this:

Link HERE
This’s the guy that the movie “The Big Short” was based on back in 2008 for predicting the big 07/08 stock wipeout. He made $800 MILLION during that timeframe. Currently, his holdings are this:

As the cool kids say “follow the money”
Twitter is blowing up all over the place about this too… That’s enough for me to take notice as this being a potentially significant problem/warning.

And since I don’t have a pot to piss in, well… most of us don’t, what -I- take from this is home-boi is positioning himself to make a LOT of dinero when the market takes a gigantic shit all over again.

In the extremely near future is my guess.

Add on that Warren Buffett’s moves as of late?
I’m barely cognizant of shit in the market, HOWEVER my training, experiences and ability to see patterns tells me things are getting a wee bit ‘squirrelly’ in the market. Hell… my Ex-FIL and Uncle In Law never forgave me for calling the dot-com bubble busting back 3 months before it actually happened. I told them flat the fuck out to get out of the market ASAP if they were smart…

They looked at me like I was retarded, as I was only a recently medically retired grunt with ZERO market experience/education nor any investing experience… I can’t blame them per se from their POV…

All I had was some data points that screamed at me that the ‘dot com’ “Thing” was about to take a shit… one of the biggest warnings to me was the IPO for “Doctor Koop Dot Com”…

When drkoop.com went public at $9 per share in 1999, the company raised $88.5 million and was ranked as the top health care content site on the internet. Former U.S. Surgeon General Dr. C. Everett Koop founded the website during the height of the Dot Com bubble, and a partnership with AOL soon had the stock trading at an all-time high of $45.75 per share.

In 1999, drkoop.com reported about 1.4 million unique visitors per month. When the Dot Com bubble burst, drkoop.com was one of its many victims. Investors were skeptical of health care websites that relied on advertising revenue. Drkoop.com reported tens of millions of losses per quarter throughout 2000. The company declared bankruptcy in December 2001, less than three years after its IPO.

finance.yahoo.com

When I heard about the whole ‘drkoop dot com’ thing, I was like yeaaaah…. “there’s yer sign…”

My reasoning for this was I at the time was working one of my first post-DotMil jobs at a “Bricks-to-Clicks” company that was making websites for companies… like BIG companies… HUUUUGE ones… and the business model, from an insider’s point of view was fucked…

I mean it was bad-bad…

I was working for a company that was essentially selling webpages that an experienced basement dwelling troll with mad HTML skills could put together, and that the majority of these dot-com websites were doomed ultimately to fail. Hell… my own company was a prime example of heady dot-com excess… pizza and beer every. single. Friday Afternoon for ALL staff… elaborate parties… top end office furniture… like ALL of us had Hermann-Miller Aeron chairs ($1200 a throw, and I still have mine, and you bet your ass when I got laid off I stole that fucker…) I mean they rented out the ENTIRE Roxy in Boston for the corporate Halloween party with open bar ALL NIGHT!

So yeah, I got laid off by the end of 2000.

Good experiences, and good friends, but damn if it wasn’t a fucking circus the whole time. I knew that the dot-com ‘thing’ was going to blow up. I tried to tell the ILs but hey, what did I know?

I was right of course.

Sort of like when I see a dude who made $800 mil the last go-around shorting shit hard and other ‘things’ telling me that things are about to go weird? Well… When The Going Gets Weird, the Weird Turn Pro… (thank Dr. Hunter S. for that quote).

So I’m going long in MOR ammo and canned goods, as well as MREs. The MRE’s being still exceptionally cheap considering the normal price… Link HERE

I’m beginning to wonder if this isn’t intentional in a way
As in ‘they’ (without knowing who ‘they’ may be) don’t or can’t come right out and say “Hey y’all, the shit is most def aboot to hit the oscillation device, so best you get yourself prepped ASAP as food is going to be an issue sooner, rather than later!”

Since that’s not allowed, I think they’re dumping soooooomany MREs that even normies are buying them. The r/MRE board has been questioning it hard as to the rationale and logistics behind it as well… Seeing that the majority of these were manufactured as the war was winding down 4+ years ago, there shouldn’t be this much surplus available, as if there’s ONE THING to DotMil normally gets right is food logistics… call it the ‘food actuarial tables’…. “X” amount of troops DotMil wide, with “Y” amount of possible field time equals “Z” projected MRE needs”

This’s literally unheard of.
I mean never have I seen TWO cases for $76 w/free shipping. Hell, when I was on Active duty, a case at the commissary (if you didn’t have a ‘hookup’ with supply to get you some) a case of MREs ran $50 a throw per case. That was in 1996!!!!!!!

Mayhaps a “down low” Civil Defense thing???

Hard to say these days.
I know I just ordered ANOTHER Set of Cases and will be getting ANOTHER Set of Cases on Friday of this coming week on payday. The next stop is CostCo for a recharge on Paper Towels and Toilet Paper. Believe it or not, and I’m not sure if I mentioned it, but we’re finally getting to the bottom of the COVID Stockpile I laid in back in 2020.

When that shit started, Sapper and I dropped about $400 on Charmin and Bounty. The BIIIIG Honking Packs… That was before anyone had an idea that this was going to become a ‘thing’. To a point we actually had to send out care packages to the Parental Units as they didn’t have a back up to their normal stockpile when the retardation went into “Ludicrous Stupid”. We actually had to box up and mail shitpaper and paper towels. To be honest, that’s when it went from “Ludicrous” to “Plaid”…

So make of it what you will.
That’s what I got tonight.
More Later
Big Country

A Weekend Roundup and More Fun With The Truck

Greetings and Salutations!
Whew…. the weekend was great… somber, but great. Lots of folks to remember… lots of ‘recent losses’ too. I got word not one, but two of my bros cashed in recently, one being my roommate from Germany…

A tough weekend.
That being said Monday we -did- have a good time.
We went to this bowling/vidya game/pool place that was NOT Dave and Busters… the name eludes me for the moment… The Redhead had a blast,

…and was really pissed that I beat her (out of five of us playing) by one point…

Lord knows I was trying to lose…
I’m a shitty bowler anyways… it was purely luck that I spared on the final throw… I won, 75 to her 74 and everyone else was just sucking behind the two of us…

GiGi consoled her.

So otherwise, I’m still waiting on my stock screws to come in before I can resume the Lee Enfield work. Those went from ‘currently in stock’ to ‘backordered’ which irks me a wee bit. They were in stock when I ordered them, but I’m unsure if it was me who nulled them out? Either way I’ll pick that up later when I can.

Then, well… I’ve been off my news following as of late.

Just too much bullshit out there.

It grinds you down after a while. The only issue I had was Sapper’s truck shit the bed again today, except while -I- was driving it. Same exact issue. I can’t remember if I had told you what the resolution was supposedly, which now I question deeply as the breakdown was IDENTICAL to the original breakdown… >SPUTTER!<>SPUTTER!<>SPUTTER!< (Engine Dies, Unable to Restart). The original issue was Mickey Fuckign Rat had ate up a bunch of ‘stuff’.

Now? Not sure. What really pissed me off was that I had taken an early break from Glorious People’s Tractor Factory to go grab ( and yeah, I know… pure goyslop) a Mickey D’s Steak Bagel sammich… while enroute, the truck died while pulling into the parking lot.

I had to get out and push that heavy fucker on my own out of the lane and onto the curb. It’s nice to know I still have the ability to do such heavy pushing/lifting despite my rather lazy lifestyle as of late.

I then spent two hours waiting for the tow.
Sweating my ass off.
No AC in Ye Olde Deade Truckage donchaknow?
After the tow, well
THEN I had a mile to walk home from the repair shop.

Good exercise that I desperately needed, but OMG… 92 degrees dressed in all black? When I finally got back to the Casa, when I removed my gear to hop in the shower, the shorts and tee ‘splashed’ when they hit the tile floor. I looked like I had just climbed out of the pool…

A cold shower never felt so good.
Had me some flashbacks to similar circumstances after a hard day in Iraq in the desert heat… a cold shower after being oh-so-hawt feels good man…

Sapper of course is less than thrilled.
We’ll have to see what comes of it.

His son and his Gran are headed out early in the AM. Safe travels to them both. It’s been a good visit all around.

So More Later
Big Country

Busy Busy Busy (Per Usual) So MEMES and a Raffle Delay

Greetings and Salutations!
So Sapper’s Son got here… Not sure if I had mentioned that but he has his son (Sapper’s Gran) for his summer visitation. Sapper’s son, now codenamed Iapetus (as he’s the father of Atlas) drove here over the end of the weekend, and got in late last night/early this A.M.? Hard to say… the week sort of ‘blended together’…

Because of this, we went and got the Nukular Redhead for the long weekend. She and At are “practically siblings” per the Redhead’s own measure. They’re OMG tighter than ticks on a coon dawg’s ass. Hence my lack of a yesterday poast.

Today we went to the pool. I got sunburned. The kids (hopefully) are going to crash out and NOT do the whole ‘waking up at 3am’ and sneaking around playing Twister like they did before… FFS…

I know, I know, I’m becoming an even saltier older version of my already Curmudgeonly Gruntpa self… I did not expect find myself in this particular position. It is however worth it. The two of them are a blast.

Red also finally lost one of her LAST snaggle-toofuses that she refused to let ANY of us take out. She had a dangling baby toofus that’s been like that for a long minute. Iapetus made her a hot-dog for dinner, and while chowing down, the thing finally decided to come out.

I still expect to be doing a fundraiser at some point to assist with braces… not sure why but ALL the littles I run across these days need grill-work in the future. Hers aren’t bad per se… it’s just that whole ‘worrying about it’ thing… I thought BOTH my spawn were going to need braces, but in the end, everything came together… It’ll probably go the same for Red… Either way… Not a biggie… Big Papi Chulo’ll help out when needed… we can’t have Red run around with Jacked Up Chompers… Her getting rid of that hanger will go a loooong way in fixing that.

And also, the Drawing for the Raffle is being pushed by ONE WEEK! My reason is I sent about 8 folks the mailing address via DM, and I’ve gotten only 3 entries. In fairness to those who said they’re going to mail me entries, I need to hold off a week, as TBH I didn’t get the first one until Tuesday of this past week despite the announcement being the Week-and-a-Day BEFORE!

Either the snail-mail is that fucking slow OR someone at the fucking Post Orifice figured out which envelopes had cash and ‘liberated’ said mail. Any of y’all who mailed me something, DM me again so I can account for entries if you would, with the amount sent so I know where I stand. I want to make sure I’m not dealing with retardation… so another week should suffice. I’ll do the drawing next Friday.

Otherwise, I’m too busy to bullshit like normal, so here’s some memes for everyone:

So More Later
Big Country

Throwback Thursday Pictures and Videos!

Greetings and Salutations!
Well last night was a “Fallout London” sort of night. I needed to do some killin’ so Virtually being the only socially acceptable version I could participate in (for now) I went all in.

A pretty good body count for the night. Lots of Feral Ghouls.

A night killing ghouls is a plus.

It was -that- sort of work day that drove me to mass slaughter. Some days and some of the Glorious Tractor Factory Clients I have to deal with just proves to be without any doubt that we are in the ‘Decline of Empire’ days… the only saving grace we have is OUR “Nero” a.k.a. The FORMER Pretender to the Glorious and Harmonious P&PBUH (Plus 10%) Orifice of The (p)Resident, The Ex-Dementor-in-Chief, Emperor Poopypants the First, Post-Chief Executive of the Kidsmeller Pursuivant, Good Ole Slo Xi-Den did NOT get to utilize his fiddle, and possibly our OrangeCaesar may eventually cross the Rubicon, and get shit straightened out.

Anyways… this’s a bit of a “Throwback Thursday”
I recently while cleaning up the Museum Area, I found a set of cabling that I bought years ago that allows one to check old hard drives by hooking up a power supply and a i/o cable that allows you to then plug it into your PC via USB, and see what exactly what you have on said-aforementioned drive.

Now I don’t know about you, but I never throw away a Hard Drive until I go back and make sure I’ve pulled everything off of it that I can. A very handy tool to have. Only after that do I then do a full T/S Level Demil, to include drilling, degaussing, and finally a sledgehammer to the drive to get rid of it for good.

To go with this, I recently found a stack of forgotten HDDs that have been laying around. One labeled mine, another labeled (in the X’s handwriting) backup and storage, and a few smaller laptop HHDs. Now the laptop ones are problematic in that I lost the power coupler for those that goes with the cabling set.

So for now, I still have to wait to see what’s on them. The other full size ATA drives? One of them is an 80 gig drive, and dated from the early 2000s… so that means at the time that was a HUGE storage device. It reminded me of one of my first USB memory stick drives I bought in Baghdad in 2004. 256 megabytes and I paid some stupidly large amount for it… like almost $200 as I recall. The X’s storage drive is a terabyte, so I think she got that while I was still overseas.

Either way, I cracked open the ones I could, and pulled what I wanted.

TBH it was really fucking depressing.
It was hard.
It Hurt truth be told.

ALL the pictures of the Spawn when they were littles… TONS of pics of ALL the holidays I missed… The X was and may still be a prolific photographer. I let her buy any camera equipment she wanted back then… and the very few holidays or whatever when I -was- home, damned few pictures of me.

Tons of the other members of the fam… the In Laws in particular. Her family… even when -I- was home on the rare visit. <Sigh>

However, ONE drive was kind of cool. Lost pictures of mine from Iraq and of all places, pics from Guantanamo Bay… like all of a handful but still… the reason for such a paucity of the pics in Gitmo was the damned near absolute ban on taking pictures didn’t make one want to take pictures. After Abu Ghraib and all the shit that went on there, unauthorized photography was a one-way ticket to either unemployment or a cell depending on the circumstances.

In fact the ban was so strict that IF you were leaving Gitmo, even for a short period of time, ALL your electronics, and I mean ALL of them… laptop, thumb drives, CDs… ALL of it had to be turned in to be scanned and/or censored like they used to censor the mail in WW2. That meant dropping yer shit off two weeks in advance and hope to Hell it was ready to go home with you by the time you were supposed to leave.

I got around that by NOT taking any electronic items home with me. I rawdogged it so to speak without a Laptop during the trip. I mean I had one at home so it worked out. The pics I did take made it past the censor board, so hey, at least I have a few pics.

Here’s one of me waiting for the Bus to take me to work:

….and one of me on a day off from work:

Gitmo: Where one attempts to erase one’s liver.

Then another Iraq Photo set I had features the Late Great Toby Keith on a USO tour… This was taken behind 1st Cav HQ on Liberty in 2005:

The bald old man in from of me is (God Rest him) my bro Skip who died of Cancer about 6 years after he got home… he was a good dude but wouldn’t get the fuck out of my picture framing LOL. Here’s another maybe better? one:

TK was a cool showman I have to give him that…

I personally wonder if the stomach cancer he got was because he spent so much time over there with us… I mean he seemed to always be in Baghdad every time I turned around…

And the number of US who got cancer?
Sheeeee-it!
Let me tell you now:
Depleted Uranium?
Its going to be the Agent Orange of the GWOT
Just watch.

On the same Hard Drive I also found videos I shot at my house in Iraq, as well as vids of various missions from there, to include some better shots of my rather cool and extensive weapons collection. Let me start off with that:

Now I’ve poasted that one before.
Some of you might remember seeing it.
HOWEVER the copy I had sucked. A picture-of-a-picture.
VERY bad quality.
This One? MUCH BETTER!

So, As you can see, this’s a pretty cool selection of the various toys I had. The problem is I had no idea where the rest of the pictures were. By looking on that drive I found one of them, specifically of one of the rarer pistol? rifle? You can decide:

The AK in the upper left?
A Sterling Silver (plated?) Saddam “Krinkov” so to speak.
My understanding is those were used by his bodyguards.
That particular one was a paperweight as the operating rod was cracked and broken, rendering it useless outside of a pretty wall-hanger.

Then there are a few other cool examples. The .38 at the bottom was a Smith and Wesson Pre-Model 10 Military and Police Revolver marked (on the other side of the barrel) “Property of Iraqi National Police”

And the far right semi-auto is not a Belgian Helwan nor a Beretta M1951. It’s a cheap shitty copy of those, a 9mm made in Iraq called a “Tariq” named after some Muj General from eons past. The silver medallion has his face on it. A total piece of shit that I never fired for fear it’d self-detonate. Didn’t want to lose anything critical so to speak…

Jes’ Sayin’

The others were cool too.
The SVD was a Chinese NDM-86 that had formerly been the property of Uday Hussein himself. I even had paperwork man…

The PPsh-43 was made in 1943 and marked “Stalingrad”.

The FN-MAS was unfired and unfireable, as I didn’t have a proprietary mag that’d fit it.

The FN-FAL was neat.

The folder AK was a Chinese Type 56.

The AK with the Blonde Furniture was an of all things made by a company called “American Eagle” but was select fire with full auto ability. Someone told me thast that was a CIA-sponsored and manufactured weapon…

I have no real idea.
My MP-5 folder is in there too, well worn, and I also found this pic of me w/my MP-5K:

Good Lord I make that thing look like a cap gun…
And I still have that particular helmet:

A little more worse for the wear, 20 years later
(OMG!!!! It’s LITERALLY BEEN 20 YEARS since that first pic was taken!!!! OLD OLD I GOT OLD!!!!)

So yeah… kind of cool.
I had a literal metric shit-pot more of them, but the majority of them were just ‘normal’… nothing that stood out per se. I mean like who cares about 23 more AK-47s right? I for real, I had AKs to burn back then…

And then we come to the videos.
Now keep in mind the following are digital video(s) shot in 2005… the quality isn’t the best, despite me having the ‘latest and greatest’ gear that WASN’T $4k or better… I wanted good equipment, but I wasn’t going to go nuts… sooooo…

Here’s some videos of some “Iraqi things” namely a video tour of part of the Palace Complex of Victory Base in Baghdad:

And then, there’s a Convoy I rode shotgun on to get to Abu G and our entry in:

And lastly, a shot of the Ziggurat at Ur:

Man I’ve been to some pretty cool places and seen some pretty cool stuff Aye? Watching these, I realized that I lived history man… Kind of wild TBH…

Now I’m HOPING those uploaded
If not
Well dammit. I let this thing sit for a LOOOOONG minute to get everything done ‘right’. And in the end, I ended up uploading it to my Yewtoob Channel and embedding them to get them out to you all.

Dammit.
AGAIN

Anyways…
Finding long lost ‘stuff’ like that is pleasing.
I’m going to have to figure out how to crack open the laptop HHDs as I know those are from my Iraq Adventures and who know how much forgotten ‘stuff’ is on them? I’ll keep y’all up to date as I get things done.

So hope you enjoyed Throwback Thursday… Maybe I’ll make it a regular thing? Let me know in the comments

More Later
Big Country

Well Who Could Have Ever Seen THAT Coming?

Greetings and Salutations!
Word from the Home State gives me tonight’s lede:

Gee…
Tell me isn’t so!
The first blaq sheriff elected in the State of New Hampshire has gone down for corruption, theft and embezzlement.

‘Color’ me surprised.
This’s my shocked face.

The RTWT is HERE on ZeroHedge.
And of course as soon as they busted his worthless corrupt blaq ass, he cried “Rayyyyyycism” and all the other tropes that such malodorous scumbags always play.

The only issue is the name should say “Dindu Nuffins”

Even though this piece of shit got caught with the proverbial ‘laundry list’ of charges, the lily-whytte Libtard Judge only gave him sentence that’ll see him out within 3 1/2 years when he had a potential max of 10-15.

Which means he’ll be out sooner, rather than later.

I blame the fucksticks from The People’s Socialist Republic of Taxachussetts, one of the most Commie States in the Union, chock-a-block FULL of escaped Massholes who migrated North to get out from under the unbelievably horrible tax oppression. That and the influx of New Yorkers who during Covid ‘headed for the hills’ (and Mountains) so to speak.

Unfortunately the former “Granite State” needs to be renamed to the ‘Foam Rubber State’ as it’s clear that the place IS a rubber room filled with worthless escaped lunatics from the various Blue State asylums. In fact I heard that not long ago, some of the moar ‘fragile’ newcomers were demanding that the State Motto of “Live Free or Die” be changed as the original one was too ‘harsh’ and ‘masculine.’

Somehow it (thankfully for now) didn’t happen.
In the future however?
I’m not placing any bets. The smart New Hampshire kids (like me) got the fuck out of Dodge as we could -see- where things were headed long term. The place is a festering cesspool now. The last time I was there was for DeadDad’s Memorial/Burial at Sea.

I took the X and the Spawn down to my old haunt of Hampton Beach… I wanted to share the place that I’d grown up and had so much fun. The Arcades, the rides… Blink’s Fried Dough (if you’ve ever had it, you know of what I speak). All good stuff.

Instead we got there and it was wall-to-wall degenerates freaks and gays. MOAR faggotry than one should ever have to look at in one lifetime. This wasn’t the Hampton Beach of my childhood… this was Fire Island North… blue hair, fat ugly lezbians. Leather-fags in assless chaps… OMFG.

I had to get the kids out of there as at the time they were at the age that they shouldn’t be exposed to that sort of depravity.

I was, no joke, utterly dismayed as well as shocked to the core.

I suppose I shouldn’t be however
As CA would say:

Hacking off the entirity of New England and donating it to Quebec would be about right… trade them for Alberta maybe?

We used to loathe the Canuck Quebecois who’d do the ‘tourism thing’ when I worked the beach as a kid. Fuckers were worse than niggers on tipping… like leaving a no joke $.25 cent tip on a $200 meal with like 9 people in the party. That was in 1984 so it was a HUGE meal with a lot of people. I remember ‘cos the waitress was so pissed (I was a dishwasher) she came in the kitchen, grabbed one of those HUGE honking professional-kitchen knives and started after the party in question… our Maître D’ had to disarm her as she was going to go out and hack up “…those fucking cheap-assed fucking frogs!!!”

Seems they had her jumping through her own ass the whole time they were there eating… and she busted her ass to get fucked over for a quarter as a tip? I wish dude had let her go on a rampage… it would have been epic.

So yeah, whoever said you can never go home was right.

What gets me is that have you ever noticed that the very second a blaq gets into any positions of power or control, the very first thing they do is start looting the treasury so to speak? I mean look at Apefrica. I can’t see one blaq run country that isn’t a prime example of the blaqs in charge looting and stealing with blissful abandon… It’s got to be something in the DNA. “Niggers behaving badly” is no longer a meme…

I mean even recently, that nog in charge of Chicongo came right out and said publically that he’s hiring pretty much nothing but fellow nogs, to the point that the Just-Us Department is doing an investigation, not that that means anything at all.

I mean Hell, the aforementioned FORMER nigger Sherriff?
He hired a ‘friend’ with the name “Freezenia Veras” into some position that paid $80k a year!

Between the name and how she looks, I’m pretty sure that the position that the Sheriff hired her for included ‘missionary,’ ‘doggy’ and ’69.’ If that dress were cut any higher, you’d be able to tell if it was 70s muff or ‘old baldy’…

Jes’ Sayin’

Always with the ‘Muh Dick’ and stealing…
It must be something genetic.
Probably goes back to the programming in the DNA.

Australopithecines as I recall from my early-early pre-politically correct archeology and anthropology classes that the species Australopithecus was more than likely a scavenger as they were too weak to hunt properly, weren’t toolmakers, and had to scavenge (steal) whatever meat and/or food they could to survive. The whole ‘muh dick’ thang could be explained that they were always on the ‘edge’ of being extinct, so they made up by having a prodigious birthrate…

I mean I’m purely spitballing here but hey…

Makes sense right?
So on other things, I’ve stopped working on the new Enfield until I get a brass repair part. As you can see:

The main lower piece of wood has a serious break in it.
I might be able to repair it, but until I get that brass screw to attempt a repair, I’m on hold with everything. Mainly as IF that’s a non-recoverable piece of damage, I’m probably going to have to get another ‘new’ donor rifle, as the wood colors need to match for it to look right.

I’m pretty sure I can fix it, but I can’t really do my normal ‘soak/scrape and sand’ until I stabilize that break. If it can be, well then great. Otherwise I’m hosed.

So that’s tonight’s fun
Gretchen is supposed to be home around 10pm tonight. She’s pushing hard to get home so as to GTF away from DC and sleep in our bed, as this trip wasn’t the most comfortable.

More Later
Big Country







“After The First Time, It’s No Longer a War Crime”

Greetings and Salutations!
Well my thanks to everyone who bought in on the raffle, and ALSO MANY Thanks to Reader “J.B Honeydew” who sent me something exceptionally cool for the “Big Country’ Museum of Mayhem”

Namely “B-Yen”

As Dan Monroe from “Movies Music and Monsters” (one of my favorite YouTubers, check him out… He’s Gen X and covers a LOT of cool stuff) would say as it’s one of his catchphrases

“How cool is that!?!”

It’s U.S. Military Issued ‘Occupation Currency’ from Okinawa. His Granddad was a U.S. Marine who was there back in the day, and he sent me some of it to preserve it in the “Museum of Mayhem”. I’m looking for a frame now to mount it properly. I think I’ll go with a black lacquered frame in keeping with the Japanese theme. Now as far as the B-Yen? Well the Goolag AI said this:

“B yen: B yen (B円, B en) was a colloquial term used to refer to a form of military scrip used in post-war US-Occupied Okinawa from April 15, 1946, to September 1958. Officially, it was called B type military scrip (B型軍票, B-gata gunpyō). This infobox shows the latest status before this currency was rendered obsolete.”

According to the wiki, “The United States military used a separate scrip called “A type yen” while “B type yen” were only used by the local civilians. In the brief time between the 1945 battle of Okinawa and the beginning of the US occupation, the islands went from a currency-free system, relying upon barter and distributions of supplies from the authorities, to the reintroduction of currency with the B yen, the introduction of the new Japanese yen (both “new yen” and “B yen” being used concurrently for a time), and then the establishment of the B yen as the only legal currency.

Beginning in 1948, the A type yen was deprecated, and B type yen came to be used by military and civilians.”

OH SO COOL to add to the collection!
Here’s the close up(s):

Y’all come here for the guns and drama, and occasionally get a cool history lesson amiright?

Military ‘script’ isn’t new. In Vietnam, Korea, all over the place… MPC or “Military Payment Certificates” were used during the various wars the US participated in. Cribbing (again from the wiki): “MPCs evolved from Allied Military Currency initially used in Europe during World War II. This was a response to the large amounts of US Dollars circulated by American servicemen in post-World War II Europe. Because the futures of local governments were unclear, the local citizens might not trust local currencies. Because they preferred a stable currency like U.S. dollars, local civilians often accepted payment in dollars for less than the accepted conversion rates. As dollars became more favorable to hold, the local currencies became inflated, thwarting Allied plans to stabilize local economies.”

It was also theorized that MPC was used to artificially depress local currencies as a plan by the DotMil to keep the dollar strong and other monies (for whichever country we were occupying) weak, in order to allow for more cheaply construction and maintaining of military bases.

So another project to put on.
The other-other project got done tonight as well, and that was mounting a bayonet on one of my shotties. I have two semi-auto 12 gauges, one being a Black Aces Tactical, and the other one which I got about six months ago, a Panzer M4. I got in serious trouble for the Panzer as money was tight, but PSA had a sale… and they take Sezzle which is an installment plan which allowed me to get it without a significant budget impact… dammit.

Bothe are Turk made, and as I’ve often and regularly stated that the Turk, while the initial offerings they had weren’t the best, Now? OMG… Beer Prices for Champagne Quality in my experience(s). YMMV.

The breaker for me when I got the M4 was a guy on the Yewtoob who, after watching GarandAss shit allll over the Panzer M4 decided to do his own 1000 round challenge on it side by side with a Benelli M4 and it’s damned near Xerox Copy, the Turk made Panzer M4. Like a Xerox as in almost ALL aftermarket parts and even Benelli parts will fit on the Panzer, which allows a LOT of upgrades if you want.

As Gretchen would say “Well butter mah ass and call me a biscuit!” (and yeah, she does actually say deep southron stuff like that) the guy after 1000 rounds of 12ga thru each, the Panzer beat the Benelli!!!

The Benelli failed faaaaar more frequently than the Panzer.

Color me shocked.

Then I found another similar video, and when I got the “Semiauto Shotgun Sale” email from PSA, I knew I was in deep shit. Outside of Enfields, Gretchen told me about a year ago, “No more Guns!”

That’s like telling a junkie “No More Heroin!”

I AM going to ‘find my fix’ LOL
It was on super-sale so to speak… $349.99 with the wood furniture and gray coating, as opposed to the ‘tacticool’ camo and black and pistol gripped variants, which were about $50 to $100 more. Personally, on a shottie, I hate pistol grips. I much prefer classic stocks… so yeah, I got one.

And tonight?

Well… it’s an updated version of “Grandpa’s War Crime Shottie” but what the hell:

Overall, I added just a few things over the past few months… The picatinny mounted sidesaddle for 6 backup rounds, the heat shield (necessary as when I go blasting w/it, that barrel gets HOT!), and oversized bolt release which is nothing more than a metal tab that ‘hooks’ on the receiver. The real release is an itty-bitty button that I did not like. Oh, and a tritium front sight post.

And now? The Stabby-McStab-Stab Mounting kit. Originally for a Mossberg 500, I machined it to fit properly, and then the only mod I had to do that I -wasn’t- thrilled about was I had to carve a wee bit of the handle on the OKC-3 Marine K-Bar bayonet to get it to fit. The barrel loop was just a wee bit too tight.

I did get an additional 2 round extension tube, BUT if I add that, then I can’t add the bayonet. And personally I’ve found that the bayonet is very handy psychologically speaking… having ‘cold steel’ mounted on a gauge reeeeeealy seems to (as the Brits say) ‘take the piss’ out of a potential opponent.

So 7 rounds of ‘Fuck You’, and 6 as backup, with the ability now to gut a fucker like a trout. Look like a perfect weapon to me.

The reason I call it a “War Crime Shottie” is because in World War One, the Germans were horrified by the Army using the Winchester Model 1897 12 Gauge Slam Fire Shotgun:

They said it was “Inhumane” and “Evil’ and “utterly Barbaric”
(this from the fuckers who introduced Mustard and Chlorine Gas to the battlefield right?) So a “trench gun” or “trench sweeper” as they were commonly referred to by the troops for their ability to lay waste to a densely packed trench of enemy troops.

You have got to love it… And that was a pump action lacking a trigger disconnector, which allowed whomever was shooting it to hold the trigger and cycle the pump and it’d ‘slam-fire’ making it capable of INSANE amounts of fire.

I can only imagine how Herman-the-German of yesteryear would look at this semiauto puppy! So anyway….

The only news story I want to comment on is one from a few days ago from the Daily Mail:

Say fuckin’ wut Willis?
The story is here
The reason I’m commenting on it is it immediately brought to mind this Gary Larson “Far Side” Cartoon:

Life imitates art I suppose.
Go ahead and RTWT if you want…
It’s just MOAR of teh stoopid IMO.

So that’s been my night. Gretchen is on her way home and from what I can tell, she’s finally come to the stone cold realization that DC is an absolutely irredeemable waste of skin and oxygen

I’ve been telling her for years, but after two weeks of living and travelling with her, as an adult, with ZERO ability to get away from her, I had to ‘talk her off a cliff’ the other night ‘cos she was going to put two in the back of DC’s head with her .357 while she was sleeping.

I had trouble doing so mind you…
That and suppressing mad giggles if not outright laughter.
So at least I got that going for me.

So Happy Monday!
Let’s get this fucking week over with already.

More Later
Big Country

Working on My Rifles In My Happy Place

Greetings and Salutations!
So I did a bunch of work until literally 0300 last night on the Donor Rifle (DR for brevity from here on out).

I had to wait until I got some equipment to get started when in reality it actually arrived waaay earlier this week. I just was not in the mood to face MAD Cosmo man…

Last night though I put on the Big Boi Boxers and started in on the disassembly and bathing the pieces-parts in my tank o’Anti-Cosmo. I of course started up on the bolt and magazine respectively:

I had to scrape in just to get the bolt to open, as well as the magazine to release.

The Funk Is Real here folks…

I got the two primary pieces out that I wanted, namely the mag and bolt, and on inspecting them, BOTH surprising the Hell out of me seem to be in great shape. The mag has NO obvious defects (outside of being marked “DP” and painted as such) and the bolt appeared to be in one decent piece, namely the pieces-parts on it look like they’re all there and possibly functional:

Like I said, a lot of Cosmo-Funk going on there. There isn’t much bluing left on the bolt either, and the mag from what I can tell is also painted with the protective “BritBlack” paint.

Either way, I had one other part I wanted to get off, and that’s the nosecap. With that part? You thought the receiver and chamber area was nasty? Try this:

It looks like somebody melted caramel onto the nosecap…

I removed both retaining screws and still needed a hammer to beat the nosecap off the mounting area as the Cosmo was a wee bit solidified and as you see thick as Kim Kartrashian’s ass.

A couple of soft strikes with my trusty gunsmith plastic wrapped mallet and viola:

Once that was off, all three of my primary parts went into the Witch’s Brew-Bath. It’s Xylene, Metal Blast Rust Remover, Acetone and Birtchwood-Casey Degreaser/Cleaner. Potent nasty shit. Melts gloves like you read about…

I left it overnight.

In the meantime I got a text from Gretchen as this A.M. she got to see the Lil Booger when DF brought her to the hotel they’re staying at to go to the pool. She shot me this pic:

Ugh
Love her to death, the both of them (Gretch and Addy) but man I’ve been emotionally intentionally -distancing- myself to save on the hurties. I know I’m glad I’m not there or there’d be me in jail and a stack of burning corpses ALLLLLL over that fucking county I swear.

Anyways…
Back to my ‘happy spot’

This Afternoon when I actually got out of bed (around noonish) I went a recovered the parts in the bath. I didn’t bother with a picture as literally the brew was so discolored and I ended up using a pair of channel-locks to ‘fish’ that parts out by feeling, because as I said, this brew practically slags gloves within a few minutes of getting soaked with it.

It did its job however, as seen here:

Yes, those are the parts I dropped into the tank for an overnight soak. Here’s a few close-ups:

The Mag:

You can see the “DP” stamp on there and some shades of red in there where the red paint was in the ribs of the mag itself. That’ll resolve when I do a deep strip using the bluing remover in the next phase. Overall though, I like how it came out with minimal effort.

Then the bolt:

Not bad at all. I have to tear it down completely to do a full inspection, but I’m pleased with the progress so far. Again, on the knob you can see the “DP” marking.

As an aside: Any time they turned a rifle into a “DP” rifle, which stands for “Drill Purposes” they marked ALL the significant parts “DP” so they could not be reutilized in a functional service rifle. It was considered to be “DeMil’ed” which stands for de-militarized, i.e. can’t be made to shoot again. And because of this, a Drill Purposes rifle was to only be used for literally Drill Purposes forever only and that meant ANY and ALL parts on it were to never (by British Army Regulations) be reutilized again on a functional rifle.

Of course that was then and this’s the now.

Especially since there’ve been no new manufactured parts for this particular rifle since the mid 1960’s.

I mean the stock(s)? How is the wood ‘terminally compromised’ so to speak? Just short of a termite infestation maybe? Or how about a screw or whatnot? I can see the bolt or maybe the bolt head, but there are (and I perform) checks and tests to insure that the parts I’m utilizing or I should say reutilizing are good to go.

So yeah, that’s why I’m using a $99 dollar Donor Rifle as opposed to buying a $300 set of replacement wood, and gaining more spare parts while I’m at it. Anything that doesn’t ‘pass’ MY Q.C. I just shitcan outright.

So anyways
Lastly, we got the nosecap:

What a major difference Aye?
So that’s where I’m at.
Ignoring the Tennessee Stupid Two Step up there…
Just working on my Rifles

So that’s tonights fun.
More Later
Big Country

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