BigCountryExpat Fansite

Friends. Countrymen. Libertarians. People who've accidentally typed this URL while looking for something else entirely. I, Richard Cockskin, come to you today not in celebration — but in the kind of profound, gut-wrenching, beer-soaked grief that only a man of my specific intellectual caliber can fully articulate.

BigCountryExpat — the Intrepid Reporter, the 6'4" 300-pound philosopher-king of the American expat-prepper-libertarian-gun-curious internet — appears to be shutting down his goddamn blog.

Yes. You read that correctly. The man who has spent years documenting his various purchases of ammunition, opinions on foreign soil, and thoughts that occur to him before his second beer — is reportedly hanging up the keyboard. The blog that was, at various points, a survival manual, a political treatise, and what appeared to be a live feed of someone stress-eating beef jerky alone in Eastern Europe, is going dark.

I need a moment.

...

Okay. I'm back. I knocked over my folding chair but I'm back.

A Brief Statistical Eulogy

What We Are Losing

Let us be honest with ourselves for a moment — which is something BCE himself would respect, because the man has never in his life been anything other than brutally, almost aggressively transparent.

We are losing a voice. A big, loud, gun-oiled, freedom-scented voice that bellowed forth from the depths of expat living to inform us all that things are, broadly speaking, going to shit, and here is exactly which caliber he recommends for when that happens.

We are losing a man who blogged with the same energy a golden retriever uses to jump into a lake — fully, joyfully, and with absolutely no plan for what happens next.

We are losing content. So much content. Content that could charitably be described as "unfiltered," and uncharitably described as "what if a prepper wrote a novel using only his drafts folder and three whiskeys."

"I love rare countries! Especially 'cigar anus clenching!'" — Robert Troller, Trolling, M.D., still the most coherent review of this fansite

The Circle of (Online) Life

Here is the ugly truth that no one wants to say: blogs die the way all things die. Slowly, then all at once, then with a brief RSS feed notification that no one's reader app has checked since 2019.

BigCountryExpat's blog had a life cycle not unlike that of a large, armed mammal. It was born into the internet with energy and purpose. It grew. It fed. It generated opinions about the Biden administration that could be heard from a considerable distance. It prepared. Lord, did it prepare. And now, like all great things — Blockbuster Video, the Roman Empire, my second marriage — it must apparently come to an end.

But here is what I, Richard Cockskin, need you to understand:

The internet will be measurably dumber without him. Not in a roast-insult way. In the honest, quietly devastating way where you realize the guy who was always too much — too loud, too armed, too ready to tell you exactly what he thought about the price of diesel — was also the most alive person in the room.

The measure of a man is not in the elegance of his prose, but in the pure, uncut tonnage of his conviction. By that metric, BCE was a goddamn skyscraper. — Richard Cockskin, said while crying into a tactical water bottle

What Happens to This Site

This fansite — this fuckin' cunkcore website — was built to celebrate, satirize, and lovingly mock a man who was, himself, impossible to actually embarrass.

With the blog going dark, it feels appropriate that this site also retire. We had a good run. We had testimonials from fictional doctors. We had posts by me, Richard Cockskin. We had a tagline that made approximately four people genuinely laugh and everyone else deeply uncomfortable. That is, if I may say so, a legacy.

So: this is the last thing that will appear on fuckfarts.com. No new posts. No farewell tour. No subscription drive. Just this page, sitting here on the internet, like a tactical folding chair left out after a very strange party.

— Richard Cockskin, Esq.
Founder, BigCountryExpat Fansite
Semi-Professional Enjoyer of This Man's Nonsense
Folding Chair Enthusiast