The Outlaw Intrepid Reporter

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! >Hooooooooork! spit!< 2022.  Fuck that year.  With bells on.  2023?  At least I know  and fully expect it to suck massive donkey balls.  Like I'm totally not expecting anything but suckage to the "nth" degree. Figure that this coming year? Go long in new canned goods and ammo. Gold and Silver is a long shot.  IMO (only my opinion) is that silver and gold?  Yeah, long term 'value holding'... problem is that a one-ounce Gold American Eagle or Canadian Maple Leaf?  What good is it?  Like really?  In a full on economic collapse, it's value is determined by whatever or whomever you're planning on trading with.  Never mind the inherent danger  of showing that "Hey I gots golds n silvers!" to anyone  when the real-time shytte has spattered.  I mean what are you going to trade for? A family fren from waaaaaay  back in the day... he was a teenager in the Netherlands, one of DeadDad's buddies that I grew up with

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Things may be getting a mite moar serious in the Kraine.  Now despite the rhetoric on both sides, and in the Intahrwhebz, one thing is readily apparent, and that's that no matter what, war sucks and the current World War One Trench Style Bullshit going on outside of the Bakhmut Meatgrinder is even uglier than most can imagine. Now, some time ago I saw a vidya purportedly of some Krainians on the second-echelon of trenches in Bakhmut, i.e. not the  front line, but the trench line right behind  the main line or resistance/defense (MLR).  Dude was giving a play-by-play of what was going on with his particular platoon, roughly 20 guys... which in reality was down to him, the cameraman, and two other doodz.  He starts off introducing the guys as "That's Handjob, dood over there is Asshole..." and so on... they all start ripping on each other as most guys would...  definitely  front line grunts IMO.   Seems they were down to the last of th

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Appreciate all the appreciation of Tennessee's finest. Man, yeah, that was some legend  level Bastardy.  Now one question came up on the -why- I checked on a Bail bond for Jailbird.  It was certainly most not  because we were looking to get her out, as that'd been decided.  It t'was because in one of the phone calls she told us that someone  had set her at a 4k bond. I found that incredibly unlikely, as the timing of the arrest, the whole shutdown of the County and Jail?  Yeeeeeah... I was looking for verification .  Bitch lies faster and harder than a professional politician.  So, by calling a bail bond joint, I at least could get confirmation, which I did. Word is they're still  stacking charges.  The original six, word from the local Chief of Police (who's known Wifey for years and has had the hawts for her) told us it's up to eleven now.  Seems they overlooked the 'driving without a legit license' and a few more spe

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Whelp now... got us some good intel  and a quick update.   1)  The DCS Inspection of the Mini Casa:  A Complete and utter WIN  across the board. ZERO defects found, as I planned.  Helps that I was over-prepped if anything.  To include >shudder< trigger locks, which I am (as was the inspector) wholeheartedly against  in any way shape and/or form.  As Wifey said during that part of you know, the 'thing'... with a trigger lock, what do you do?  "Wait a moment, I have to find my key, and remove my trigger lock Aye?" The Turk 9 with the lock... sheesh... At least Ole Boy was in full agreement with Wifey's statement/observation That and he's a retired E-6 with 23 years in... a BIG part of the 'why' of us having to do this 'right here, right now' is he's being transferred to another county, and we're going to end up with a new CPS joker, one who I don't  have a "patch rub" with. A "pa

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! So, back to an interesting thing that's becoming moar obvious out there, that's leading some questions in some circles... none of which appear to be going on here stateside. Now, I gathered from ONE day in the Daily Fail some notices of young and unexpected deaths of some folks... "Suddenly" Indeed.  I started putting this all together I believe on the 19th of December.  I went through and grabbed a few of the stories related to some folks dying and whatnot.  The above one was a minor "B List" celeb... Cancer... Age 32  followed on by the announcement (same day) of   Yet ANOTHER  "B Lister" dying of heart complications... The next one below... 82 years is a good run, and cancer is a motherfucker, so's this might be a 'legit' outlier... Just that it -did- catch my eye as, again, announced on 19 December... Annnnnnnnnnnd again, on the 19th of December, some BritSka Singer from a band called 'The Spec

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! My my.  I'm full.  Still.   Ate a massive Christmas Dinner.  Non-Traditional.  Magnificently Marbled Boneless Ribeyes so tender, you could cut 'em with the edge of a spoon.  A Grilled rack of Jumbo Shrimp, covered with a dash of Seasoning Salt and fresh ground pepper.  Triple Baked Baked Potatoes stuffed with Cheddar and Bacon, topped with Two-Layer Double Baked Cheddar and American cheese, and Garlic and Butter pan fried fresh Green Beans. Washed down with ice cold nastyBeer. Needless to say, it didn't last long And no, I did -not- lick the plate clean. Tempted, but didn't. No gifts for me from anyone.  Not that I wanted any.  If anything I insisted that I not get anything.  I'm uncomfortable receiving... dunno why.  And Wifey's gifts don't get here til Thursday, as I done fucked up and left 'em in Tampa in the rush to get back here to Tennessee dammit.  Sapper boxed 'em up, and UPS'd them, but meh.  Miss Daisy

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! First off, May the Reason for the Season, the Big Guy Himself, look down on you with Love and Blessings.  We celebrate the One True Lord and Saviors birth today.  Granted no one actually knows  as 2000 years +/- is a looong time to know the exact day, and the incorporation over time to the proximity to the Winter Solstice -has- to play a role, but besides the semantics, Be Ye All Blessed as the King of Kings was brought to us today, to deliver and save us all. Hopefully He keeps watching out for us. Lord knows, it's readily apparent  that He has a special place in his Heart for fools and drunks, as I qualify on both counts, as well do the majority of y'all who hang out here on the reg as well.  So, be of Good Cheer, and enjoy your family, blood or chosen, and have a great Sunday. As one other thing, lots of great  commentary and suggestions.  The AFA Lawyer is in the loop and in play, No worries.  DC is now "Jailbird" until further no

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! To start with, some humor: As I verbatim poasted on Gab:  "A quick definitive update. I've been taking a lot of flak for asking opinions and input on Dumbcunt and her trying to get us to bail her out. Reason I 'put it out there' was multi-tiered. One of the reasons is I know, you know. WE ALL KNOW BUT I'm dealing with essentially a 'death in the family' of my wife's first and only born daughter. It ain't so cut n'dried as a 'genuine death (Lord that'd be easy) but a metaphorical death if you will... both sets of Grandparents (which means the "steps" me and otherNona and both birth-rents) have for years tried like fuck to help her unfuck her life to no avail. She literally chooses to wallow in filth and retards, meth heads and assholes... no matter the impact on her kids..... it's like she enjoys the debasement.... Reality is a stone cold hearted bitch. And Wifey, deep down, waaaaaaaaay de

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Wow... this's the Christmas that keeps on giving... Womp Womp! And maaaaaan, there's fucking up, and then there's fucking up WE got the call, or I should say Wifey's fon at like 1 pm today....  I answered it, a Tennessee number, but said 'known' and it seems it's the same DotGov fon exchange used by CPS, hence why I answered: "You have a call from Dumbcunt from the Sullivan County Jail" I might need to see a doctor about the stitch in my side... I think I pulled something from laughing my spleen up.  Add on I know  that Wifey'd be the very last person  she'd reach out to which means alllll them napalmed bridges have come home to roost.  Wifey took the third call and DC with her usual understated way, said she got pulled over, got scared because her license was suspended, and rabbited "only for a little bit" The charges say otherwise, and we also found out these are the initial charges  as Dood ai

Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes! Up at 0700, on the road by 0730.  First stop was a back track to the Courthouse to get the Certified Dismissal paperwork for Wifey's charges.  Going to need that folded into sharp pointy corners to stick up everyone's collective asses in Tennessee as it's been a major excuse why they haven't give the Gran to us. Suck on that  you bastards. Then for shits, grins and giggles, I decided to stop by the evidence room with the now-in-hand paperwork to see if I could get my ASP back.  Unlike the rest of the Sherriff's department in the County, these folks were cooperative and nice, and BAM! Got my shit back!!! Yeeeeeah Baby! Now that  is a Christmas Present I can appreciate.  Major reason is pure sentimental reasons.  I carried this thing from late 2005 alllll the way til end of tour, and used it a few times, to include one time it may or may not have saved my life.  Long story short I had an IP (Iraqi Policeman) who was liking my Rolex mo