Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Saturday, 17 November 2018

Good Morning: Sunday Salmon Breakfast...




Wenches & Wrenches


Bathed In Divine Light


My back hurts just looking at it.
But many years ago...
I might have been fast enough
to ride such a beast myself...

What Happened Here...?


Today I went home. I thought at one point I was finally going to transition to a bolt action rifle but - gah. Bolt actions are the most inherently accurate guns out there. You can even buy econo-guns that will print one inch groups right out of the box.

But... they bore me. I am going back to my beloved M14 and AR15 for gov't work, and for fun I am doing my black powder cartridge guns. End of story. I think I am done buying guns now too. I have at best - what? 15 more years? After that a fella gets a little old to be in the game... but who knows? In the black powder cartridge gun game there's lots of seriously old farts still shooting and playing the game so maybe I might have a few years beyond that.

After I got my Trijicon scope dialled back in on the M14, I blew some dust off the AR and went to work with it. I must have blown off 60 rounds of ammo today! It felt good just to spend the morning out doors. It was cold out and the roads were icy so all the candy-asses stayed home and I had the club to myself.



Afterwards I checked out the campsites which are beginning to fill up with snow. It's just barely deep enough now that a 4x4 is a good idea. Theres a few deer and moose tracks around so the critters are doing good.

Dunno what this is though:




All this snow was torn up in one single spot. I think it may be a case that the rut is in full swing, and maybe the bucks and bulls came out here to spar. It is on the campsite road so there is no grazing under the snow.

I love the snow and the sun. I spend too much time indoors in my old age and I really need to fix that.

Welp, I got dishes to do, and after that I got guns to clean and brass to prep. Might be a beer or two down there too - who knows?

Have yourselves a great Saturday, y'all - and as always - thanks for stopping by!


When We Were Kings





Caturday Goes Horribly Wrong...


That is one creepy cat!
Looks like Gramma!!!!!

Cats generally get the bum steer from men and they shouldn't. I love them myself. My favourite cat was Sammy - a little niggered black cat that was put on this earth solely to torture my father. One day after chores we were just bagged. Pop crashed on the couch and I sprawled on the floor - I think we'd just finished with bringing in bales for the year.

I was petting the cat with my mind in neutral when Pop goes "How can you stand that stinky bastard? All it does is eat and shit...". So Sammy gets up, slinks on over to him and sits there with her tail twitching and staring Pop down. Aaaaaand - Pop gave the cat a playful punt. 

And then he lost 5 gallons of blood when Sammy went after his foot! She ripped on him so bad that he almost used the F word! You could see the blood stains on his socks after she finished with him. And later on that night when the football game was on, they were the best of buds. Pop absently petted her while taking in the game.

I sometimes think I'd like to have one more cat before I die, but we have dawgz. 

Friday, 16 November 2018

Rotten Wood Smoldering: Taking The Vote Away From Stupid People

I am addicted to internet memes. The ruder the joke, the happier I am! I laugh at all the wrong things that aren't funny. But... I didn't laugh at this one.




This one's making the rounds lately and brings the expected comedy and hilarity from the Usual Suspects:

"No woman dreams of a hippie ravaging her, as goes the saying. Also no woman dreams of being leered-at by beaners, raped by a black ape, or beaten by a filthy brown muzzie…"

https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/the-reward-of-giving-women-what-they-want/

HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!! 

Monsiuer de Chapeau Heartiste is a card, innint he? I saw a study that disappeared almost the second it hit the innernet awhile back. It was the divorce stats for inter-racial couples. For white women and black males in was north of 90%. For couples with white men and black women it was north of 80%. Can't remember what the stats were for violent spousal abuse but they were up there too. It doesn't seem to occur to these women that without white men they'd be living in mud huts as slaves.

The Z Man believes that the fate of America is sealed as long as women have the vote. Taking the vote away from obvious retards like these is a no-brainer, but the next problem with that one is - where do you draw the line?

I really think we need to start drawing lines. But... where to draw them?