Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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

Friday, 18 August 2017

Turn The Tables On 'Em

That is a vast improvement...

History is never what they say it is. I was listening to some professor of antiquities and he drove the point home with a lecture on the Spartan battle at Thermopylae. If ya listen to the ancient Greeks it was an epic battle in an age of heroism - and he read translated accounts of the battle that read like that one ya saw in the theatres awhile back: The Persians launched enough arrows to darken the sun; waves of assassins, cutthroats, and elite mercenaries and monsters from around the world were hurled against the vastly outnumbered Spartans - and fell upon their spears. Blood ran like rivers, corpses were stacked high enough to make a wall, etc etc. The Spartans were gods of war and fell dramatically and heroically against overwhelming odds.

The Persian account of that same battle was "We came upon 300 Spartans at Thermopylae; we rolled over them and continued on..." That's it. Done. From their perspective it was a minor firefight and not worth much more than a few words.

I'm an amateur chit house historian or hobbyist of sorts and I just love that stuff. I watch all the crockumentaries and docu-dramas put out about ancient Rome and Greece, and pretty much everything else. History is important, ya gotta know where ya came from to understand where you are and where you're headed. When I saw those confederate statues and monuments being torn down by yammering mobs of idiots - I wanted to kill someone. I still do. That's a crime against all of us. The people that did that are offended by reality and history and should be locked in a cage.

I felt the same way when they rolled over Iraq, and found priceless ancient murals that our buddy, Saddam Hussein - had painted his portrait into. Can you imagine the depravity? Art - from the dawn of civilization, defaced with the portrait of some murderous moslem mutt? Others were bulldozed and destroyed out of hand - by monkeys with no idea of the crime they committed against all of us.

But history is subject to perspective and time just as we are. Maybe a hundred years from now our kids will be wondering who Saddam Hussein was, and how he sent the world to war... and maybe they'll catch an historical sense of him by that Mesopotamian mural he defaced with his likeness. Maybe AR15s and AK47s will evoke derisive laughter in our kids as they hang in some museum someplace. as they try to imagine their foolish ancestors trying to fight with them. We ride on the tides of history ourselves.

I can see why the blacks hate those monuments. Is it the history that inflames the negroes? I'm asking because to me it just doesn't make sense. Negroes are treated better today than they ever have been, historically speaking. These monuments attest to that.

I'm going to notice something that maybe I shouldn't: black people don't seem to have monuments. Stuff from Ancient Greece and Rome is everywhere. Julius Ceasar is a bigger celebrity now than he was in his own time. We can laugh at ourselves as we enjoy the war stories (and appreciate the probable turd polishing) of our ancestors and appreciate their viewpoints and intents. Negroes don't have any of that. All we find of ancient Africans is bone fragments, stone age tools and random rudimentary artifacts. I dunno - if I'm wrong on that, somebody please - correct me. 

Could it be that blacks hate us because we have these monuments and can make more - and they can't unless Whitey helps them? If so, could it be that the men of the Confederacy understood the black man better than we do today? I'm beginning to think so.

I won't demean myself to do the usual virtue signalling where I stumble all over myself to apologize for white racists, condemn racism and disavow Nazis  and other prog demons. The idiots accusing people like me of stuff like that don't give a damn about history nor are they smart enough to understand the value of it. I don't hate black people, and I am smart enough to take them one at a time and treat those of good character with respect and courtesy.

It has been an unpleasant week, with some unpleasant questions. Take the time to think about them, ignore the provocations and the circus monkeys - and see where you end up with the answers. 

Have a great weekend.

Filthie's Curio & Relic Shop


My arse is draggin today folks. Here is some vintage gun porn while I try to get my skin on frontwards.

The Sound Of Silence

Turdiebeach over at The Forty Five goes into full decompression.

It's almost a poetical read and so relaxing my blood pressure dropped by a few gigapascals just reading it.  It was so well written I had to decline to poop in the comments lest I spoil the atmosphere he created. He reminds me of when my family was younger with a kid and cats and in-laws and pandemonium.

But if I were to offer advice to men overcome with the noise, mayhem and BS of modern family life, this is a capital idea:

No, I haven't lost my marbles (errr - scratch that, yes I DID lose my marbs ... but this is a rare moment of coherence for me so listen up, especially you young fellas).

Bow hunting is AWESOME. Ya don't need much equipment, just enough to fool the old lady and the family. Ya find some bush or forest land off the beaten track, build a blind - and get a good ass box to sit on (a lawn or camp chair's even better) - and park it. In about 30 minutes, if you're quiet and still all the critters will forget you're there and start going about their business. In about 45 minutes, depending on how good your chair is - you're fast asleep! No barking dogs. No nagging, no idiot kids, no radio or TV with some media idiot... but blessed silence in God's back yard! And you? You're free to read, sleep, relax and just chill! When you get back to civilization ya tell everyone what an ordeal your hunt was and if you're lucky they'll believe ya and you might even get some time on the couch at home to loaf rest up! HAR HAR HAR!!!!!

Of course to hunt with a bow, ya gotta stay on top of your skills. NOTHING focuses the mind like archery. Target archery is right up there with meditation or martial arts for creating the perfect state of mind. If you do your homework on the target range, your average hunting shot will be ridiculously easy the same way it is for guns.

If you opt to hunt from a tree stand make sure ya have a safety belt. Nothing beats a snooze in the trees. Once you've taken a good time out to blow the dust off your brain - archery is a damned good family sport too. I just loved the 3D tournaments I used to go to all the time - it's just like golf: as competitive or relaxing as ya want to make it. The beers and BS with the boys afterward are the stuff of lifetime memories.

Every now and then I'm downstairs and looking at my bow up on it's peg. I haven't drawn it in years. I tried to get my daughter interested in it but no dice - it just wasn't her thing I guess. But I knew other guys that had their whole family in it.

Archery is one of those sports that can be anything you want it to be: from a gruelling physical ordeal, to a martial art, to a free snooze in God's country. For you young guys - jump on this. Go down to your local archery store with an in-house range, rent a bow and try it. You can't buy tackle and get it properly set up from a dept store - this is highly specialized stuff these days. Just try it. It's one of those things everyone should enjoy at some point in their lives.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Poor Baby

This one raised some concern round the hunting blogs. Apparently it's a bulk container for olives - probably left behind by WL, seeing as he swills martinis by the pail, HAR HAR HAR!!!

In any event, the rangers were able to capture the little bugger and get it off and the cub is fine. At least it's some good news, given the insanity of the last couple days.


The potato chip is the victim of one of the world's worst case of culinary crime. I like salt n' vinegar, BBQ sometimes ... and that's about it. But I've seen ketchup chips, dill pickle and flavours that make me want to vomit. What's next? Broccoli chips? Tofu?

Tin Tin Reloaded

I wonder what he's saying? Does
anyone speak Craven?

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

A Picture's Worth A Thousand Words

Bringing the ghetto to a neighbourhood near you soon!
These monkeys will have the place looking like Detroit in no time.

I can't do it any more.