“Trigger Therapy” with Borepatch in the A.M.
Greetings and Salutations!
So since this here ain’t MY haus per se, and our Gracious Blegghost, my Brother From Another Mother Mike (AKA “Stumpy” Hendrix) allows me to come over and occasionally sling some poo and be a general malcontent, I’m resisting the urge to poast moar frequently, as SOME of his ‘regular’ readers find me to be an uncouth eeee-vil Right of Hitler antisemite/ray-sa-cyst/noticer to the Nth Degree.
Guilt on all counts.
BUT
That being admitted to and suchlike, I still want to tell those who may be innerested as to the week, the week end and the various slings and arrows of outrageous H.R. reportable crimes I may or may not have committed over the past week… Onw was today at People’s Glorious Steel Mill towards the end-of-the-week Struggle Session where all of the trainees get together and self critique this past week and what we as a group could do to further the Modern Soyviet Man.
At one point the females of the group got a weeeeee bit out of hand.
Like LOUDLY out of hand where the Commissars (all a good 10-15 years younger than myself attempted to reign in the chaos.
This included, no shit, an attempt to “Poetry Snap” attention towards themselves.
As in raising both hands, and snapping their fingers as loudly as possible.
As if they were snap-applauding a Poetry Slam…
FFS….
Needless to say, this didn’t work.
There’s only so much an old Unreformed Grunt or “DEI Converso” (converso being the term for undercover Jews in Spain used, who allegedly converted to Catholicism, but kept practicing their Jewish faith, despite the risks…) I run the same in that as stated, I’m a “DEI Converso”… I keep my mouth shut, parrot The Party Line and don’t raise my head above the trench parapet, lest it get shot off…
Except today.
Overtired, brain burned to the point I was a talking monkey, hearing the nonstop female jibber-jabber finally got to me.
“AT EASE!!!!” I yelled in a moderately raised voice.
What can I say? It was reflexive at that point…
Every. Single. Person. suddenly shut the fuck up, shut the fuck down, and turned to stare at the very large known former DotMil Private Military Contractor who called in the ‘silence marker’ so to speak. 50+ people cowed into instant silence…
A guy sitting next to me turned and sotto voce said “Tell me you were in the Army, without telling me you were in the Army.”
Guilt as charged is what I replied.
The Managers and Supervisors were actually grateful , as it alleviated THEM from having had to cow the crowd, and risk an H.R. intervention. And TBH, it was the least of my options, where in reality standing up and shouting “Everyone needs to shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down, or I’m going to fucking Hulk the Fuck out!” THAT would have set my new-career dissipation light into the red-zone, and I sort of like this gig. I’m making good cash, getting a lot of exercise, losing weight and in a few months, I might be able to buy some MOAR cool new toys before the wheels come off for good.
Case in point:
Downtown Tampa, on my way to the Industrial Area, near the Port…
The Port Sapper USED to work at… The Port that 90% of ALL the gas that goes up the East Cost comes in
THAT port.
Those are Califrutopia Prices…
If we’re seeing those, shit is about to get real.
‘Cos this means Independent Truckers are NOT going to be able to afford to work, and along with the interest rate increases, well the Ind. Trucker kids are NOT nor CAN NOT afford to be hauling good at that cost point shortly. Payments on a Truck? Whooo… I’m rethinking my purchases with the next few weeks in mind, and retuning my “Wants/Needs/Desires”
Now, that being said, by now a LOT of you have heard about Borepatch and his “Big C” Diagnosis.
Prostate Cancer.
We’re going to Manatee tomorrow for some well earned and needed ‘trigger therapy’ to try and beat a little anger at the Universe and Circumstances out via shooting some superior firepower. I’ll have pics hopefully for the next post. He’s a great dude and going to try and explain MY protocol, as it worked for Gretchen, as well as some other people… that and we’ve seen enough “official” papers now pretty much that shows that A) They know cancer is a viral infection and that B) antivirals like Ivermectin and Fenbendazole if not cure it, they have major negative affects on tumors, hence the panic during the ‘Vid back in 2020, as they knew IF people started popping Ivermectin, in particular cancer patients that it could give away the whole “cancer grift:”
Make of it what you will.
Otherwise, we’re great here. The Boat is repaired, for short money a guy did the alternator, but that only meant that the window regulator I replaced less than 2 years ago? Yeah, the wire broke the other day, so the window is fucked again… Man I need a break.
BTW: A heads up
The Dooney is in a contest. I’m not a big believer in this, but G asked me to put this up:
Some BS Baby of the Year contest
Bah… they’re all rigged.
But the link is here: https://babyoftheyear.org/2026/axel-09fa
I’d appreciate any voat.
As would The Dooney
He IS a cute lil Bastid ain’t he?
So more later
Big Country
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