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Thursday, April 22, 2021

Whelp It's Been Fun

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Man, The Green New Deal.  I thought that shit was -gone-.  Then, this A.M. I open up the Daily Fail and find this:
"The science is undeniable."
What. The. Fuck.
Man, hope you like mud huts, and walking.  That or living in MegaCities like in Judge Dredd.  
The Green New Morons... I love how Slo is doing things he won't even live to see.  

At this point, I can't even really start one of my usual rants.
Phil at BustedKnuckles is right.  Self Preservation is key at this point.  Might have to start going non-poly-ticks for a bit.  Unless something extreme happens, I'ma going to stick to guns, babes, and funny but true stories from Iraq and Affy.

Because it's starting to wear on me.
We can't really do anything.
NO ONE is coming to rescue us
This's a lifeboat here, and all we got is each other.  Constantly being reminded of the futility of poly-ticks and their Masters, our wannabe masters... None of them have an idea as to what's coming.

Me?  I'm going to face shit with my usual humor.  
The new rifle should be here in a week or so, and I got confirmation of shipment on the PSO scope from Russia... I was actually worried for a bit, (still am to be truthful) that the bullshit that Slo INC is pulling with Ivan would cause me downriver consequences... I mean it is a rifle scope and military gear... who the fuck knows what the sanctions really say as no-one ackchullally reads that shit, leastways the fine print.

Tell ya, I'll be pissed if'n something gets hemmed up.  Which also leads me to this.  Seems that the scope I ordered, when I ordered it, there were 11 in stock, then 10 after mine.  Guess a bunch of y'all went out and bought them too.  One of y'all left a comment that they went to look for one theyselves, and they were all Sold Out!!!  I emailed the company, who wrote back saying they read my poast (I included a link) and they wanted to know how the AR-10 dealt lead with their scope, as they haven't heard of anyone trying that before.  No word on any discount tho for the shout... kinda disappointed in that.

Throw me a bone will ya?

So, Spawn #1 is coming over tonight, I'm going to further his skills in loading some .45ACP.  I was in Bass Pro the other day doing a peek at the 'stuff' they had... All I can say is Wow... overpriced, no stock, and ambivalent zero-knowledge workers.  At the weapons counter no less.  I supposed $10 an hour, you get what you pay for.  They had, count 'em, 4 boxes of boolits for reloading... 4 boxes in the entirety of the store.  One of which was .45ACP
Hornady FTX... $35 a box for 50.  Not too shabby.  That's the normal going rate for those, and without the Shipping and Handling IF you can find them online, that's not bad.  So of course as you see I snatched them up, leaving the lonely 3 remaining odds n'sods... .243 was one of them, the others I don't recall, but they were odd men out in caliber.  

I still (thankfully) have half plus bag of brand new 100 pieces of Winchester Brass.  Got the bag right before all retail-hell broke loose.  That was when I got a shit-ton of 'stuff' and Wifey was pissed at the time.  Now?  Not so much.  All I needed to do was show her the going rates on brass, primers and powder NOW and man, she's a happy girl, now knowing I saved a boodle.

That and a few weeks back, I quit drinking.  Not as in 'cut back' but dried-the-hell out cold turkey.  Realized that I was spiraling, so Wifey told me to take some time off, and use the cash on my preps.  Amazing how $50 a week helps.

That and dunno if I mentioned it, but I ALSO quit smoking AGAIN after quite a spell.. been 7 months so far.  I've smoked long-term off and on for 30? years?  I quit for long periods of time when things are mellow and good.  Its when the shit hits the fan that I light up.  Iraq, Kuwait, Afghanistan... under fire = Shmokey-Shmokey Time for the Big Country.  Divorce too.  Now that all that shit is behind me, I needed to cut down. Especially when Sapper went and picked me up a pack... when he came home, he told me that was the last pack he was buying me on his tab, as it was like $9 a pack!  WAY too mucho dinero, so I quit.

Which increased the booze use for a coping mechanism... hence why I stopped, as it was costing me cash and stress.  So, now, back to cleaning up, getting in shape and whatnot.  Funniest part is despite the Lung Cancer, I never had an issue with the Cigs... point in fact, the Cancer was definitely burn pit/depleted Uranium caused.  My cancer Doc (non-VA) kept the toooomah and sliced, diced and fileted that fucker.  Said that when they ran it through the spectrometer or whatever, they ended up having to treat it, and the equipment as a radiological hazard... very low level, but still my shit was a 
glow-in-the-dark airbag  

Chemlight anyone?

Not news to me though... I had warned them. In 2006 I came home between contracts, and out-of-pocket paid for a "Beta Particle Test" wasn't cheap. It's used to detect radioactive particles in Urine, I.E. your carcass..."A urine sample measured on a liquid scintillation counter can indicate whether the worker has taken some radioactive material internally. Nearly 100 percent of some beta emitters are excreted in the urine; for others it may be just a few percent." 

I had been told about it by my PCP who suggested it.  Had to collect like a week and a half, two weeks of piss in a BIG jug and keep it in my beer fridge in the Garage.  Both Spawn, very young at the time, were warned firmly NOT to touch nor drink Dada's "Apple Juice" under dire warnings.
Neither Cool, Nor Refreshing.
So, long of the short and $1500 large later, they came back with what I thought.  I was a walking talking Rad-Count.  Stayed that way for a while too.  In fact, no bullshit, in 2005 I had a 'minor incident' so to speak which pegged me to get tested.

Y'all may know (or not) that in September of 2005, the 14th Specifically, In Baghdad, my house got blowed the fuck up.  I went to work 15 minutes early which kept me from getting vaporized, as the round hit -right- where I would have been standing.
The round came in at enough of an angle that it missed the 'bunker' (or what they called a bunker back then) and hit the (as facing the front door) right side wall where it detonated.  62mm Chinese is what they found out later.  They wouldn't let me keep the tailfins...  When it hit, well...
Blew the shit out of -everything- in the crib.  The door to my right is my wall locker.  That's normally where, with the door, just like it is I -should have- been standing.  I'm a bit forward of the giant ass hole in the floor.  all them shrapnel holes in the locker door?  Right where my nugget woulda been IF I had been on normal schedule.  I wasn't because I was fucking with someone.  Had this dood at the office who expected us to be 15-20 early every. single. day.  He wasn't my boss, just a retired Warrant Occifer with an overwhelming sense of "in command" and didn't realize we're contractors man.  Clock watchers.  I ain't getting paid, I ain't playing.  However, he kept fuckin' with ALL of us...

So I went to work early 
And Lived To Tell About It.
Not going into any other philosophic issues on it, but this... I got sent home shortly after.  A bit of a rest cure to get my headspace and timing back.  Problem was, my gear, and me, and well, everything, it was covered in residue.  Flew MilAir to Frankfurt, then Xferred to the Civvy side.  Now, as I'm clearing security, (of course me) got pulled for 'secondary screening'... and of course, I set off every. single. alarm. in the place.  The Kraut who did the swipey wipes on me, my gear (laptop specifically) had zero clue, and seeings how Krauts generally have their sense of humor excised through surgery at a young age, this mook hit the panic button.

The reason I bitch was I wasn't exactly looking like your 'standard' traveler.  I was wearing US Issued 3 Color DCU bottoms, as ALL my clothes had been colandered.  I was literally wearing the -only- t-shirt I had left (the one in the picture) Carrying a very dirty 3 Color DCU rucksack, to which I had a Old-Fashion Kevlar Helmet with 3 Color DCU cover on it, and Body Armor strapped to it.  I hadn't bathed in 4 days, and honestly, I didn't give a fuck.  The Kraut Version of an Airport SWAT Team deployed, surrounded me, and my fellow travelers freaked, and I just stood there, tired, and more and more bemused. 

I had expected something like this though.. My luck tends to lean in very very good ways, but I do tend to get the fickle finger of fate fucking my ass on occasion.  I figured this was one of those moments, and decided getting attitude wasn't the route to go.  The Head Kraut came up, and looked all Gestapo-ey, to whit I looked at him, busted a big grin, and hit him with "Wie Gehts Fritz?  Wie wird es hängen?"  That caught him off guard a bit, and he laughed... asked me if I spoke Der Cherman, told him ein kleines, a we ended up in Der English.  I was prepped tho... Had me paperwork signed by the Head General and staff from MNC-I attesting to that no, I wasn't carrying any explosives, but that I'd been in a close call, and that IF I set off the detectors, please don't jail the poor bastard, he's been thru enough. 

The Krauts, after perusing all the documents, making the appropriate calls and whatever, I got cut loose, but the thing that tripped me was that the Head Fritz told me the reason they freaked so hard, was amongst all the explosive residue, I had inadvertently set off like ALL the radiological monitors for dirty bombs in the A.O.  seems they were tracking me from the moment I stepped in, and intercepted me in the sterile zone intentionally.  Probably because I didn't get a chance to wash the four-day-funk and dust from my carcass, which after I took care of.  I had planned this... two days in the secure area of the Frankfurt Airport was a nice break, but thats how that went

So, long term was to get checked, and sure enough, I was a glowy like you read about.  Tell ya what, that's this generation's Agent Orange... nevermind the Burn Pits, the Radiological Damage is going to be showing later.  Trust me on that, and like AO, they'll never admit it until most of us are dead and buried.

Fuck, I ramble.  Gotta Poast, More Later I Remain The Intrepid Reporter
Big Country

11 comments:

  1. Glad to hear you quit the smokes. It was a 38 year habit that I don't miss. Got bored with the drinking, too. Seems I ran out of friends that liked to drink !

    You need to forget the politics. I'm trying, and making a little progress. I t doesn't matter how much we worry, only how much we prep. We KNOW things are gonna pop. Either nationally, regionally, or on our own front porch. Not a damn thing we can do until it happens. Keep the preps ready, and just nap with one eye open until go time. It's about all I have energy for. Just relax. When it pops, we're ready. And if it never does, we can go to our rest peacefully.
    And tell some more war stories ! They're entertaining as hell !!!

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  2. Hey,
    I read that 50% in 8 1/2 years and just thought how does that occur? Then i did a bygone and happy thoughts appeared.

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  3. I take a month off from drinking every year, just to make sure I keep it all in control. Twice last year, after working from home for a few months and everything being shut down the drinks were starting earlier and earlier. When I noticed my normal case of 1.75L bottles of Jack was only lasting a week I figured I needed to take a break. Now they are back to lasting me a month.

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  4. Foxhole and grid square perspective is how i have been rolling for a few years now...I monitor my quadrant and grid square, if "it" isn't in it, then i don't fret over "it," until "it" comes in to my foxhole/grid square to be dealt with.

    Takes way too much energy, emotional, mental, spiritual and physical, and i have cut the number of "friends," down to those i can reliably, as one can today, count on both hands..

    Sorry to hear about being a walking Lensatic glow in the dark compass, that sucks, my pop was Agent Orange from SEA...

    Good for you on improving your position health wise, keep at it...

    I took a bit over a week off to travel and chillax in Florida, came back to elliptical HIT workout, got my ass kicked, again...Get back on and drive on brother, its all we can do.

    I have been reading more lately, listening to non doom and gloom books and such to occupy my mind, might be good for ya as well...

    \\NNNN

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  5. I keep my radar on so I will know when they are in range. Then I can do something. I don't dwell on politics. I refuse to let them suck me dry.

    Drinking has never been a problem for me because I am a light weight. To this day, I get a buzz from one beer on an empty stomach. Two, and I pile up in the corner and take a nap. That said, I do like me my beer with Mexican food. Tonight, made burritos. Seasoned ground beef with chopped onions, black beans, Feta cheese, Cilantro, taco sauce, and Ranch dressing.

    Lung Cancer. Yeah. Watched it kill my mother when I was 13.

    Topics. I would be interested to hear your opinion on slings.

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  6. I get it, the news cycle endlessly reporting the latest shitshow can get pretty wearying. Especially since there isn't a thing you can do about it. Hopefully pointing this stuff out serves as a warning beacon to others who are still in denial but we are about to the stage where we have to jettison them to their fate. We can't save everyone.

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  7. It's grift and graft. Accept no substitutes. Remember Solyndra? This is Biden's handlers repaying some folks, I'd wager.

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  8. Proud of you. I still like an occasional touch of the grape and two fingers of Kentucky charm, but I keep it under wraps. Can't do it on surgery days in case somebody codes or bleeds.

    I had same experience at BassPro, then Academy. Took my 78yo BIL who was visiting. Former big NRA guy. Both places had lots of shelf space with gun cases and larger items spread out all over the place, so the shelves didn't seem bare. "Desirable" inventory was absent, but I picked up mineral and molasses blocks for me neighborhood deer. BIL and I discussed the eerie recollection we both had of tales of Moscow stores with nothing to buy. Ah, good times ahead, for sure.

    Oh, and thanks for the heads up on the ClearOut OC/CS.

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  9. Congrats on quitting the nicotine. It can be a tough slog, but it is worth it. If only for the monetary benefits.
    I love asking the greenies where do they think all the electricity is going to come from to power all those wonderful EV's?
    Hijinks and hilarity ensue

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  10. Yeah, I've got pictures of me holding the sabot from a 120mm round. I also set off the rad meters in my local airport when I was coming home for midtour leave.
    1-327

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  11. Good friend of mine was an acting Top Sgt. in Desert Storm - Mechanized Infantry. He said he was the only man still alive from his company - and they'd taken no casualties during the action, even though they were right up front of the charge. He died about 5 years ago. Docs couldn't diagnose him. They kept treating him for alcoholism, but I never saw him drink more than 4 or 5 beers, even when we set out to get hammered. I believe it was Gulf War Syndrome, he had. Hell of a take-no-shit guy. I'm damned proud to have called him a friend. My cousin has GWS and he never even got off the USS America, but he was out there breathing all that shit Saddam put in the air.

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