Monday is Family Day up here in Alberta - a civic holiday meant to get families together and break up the winter before the arrival of spring. We aren't going to see the ice melt until the middle of April sometime.
When my family cratered I was torn right up about it. Being raised by shitlibs and cucks as I was, even I did not see the lunacy they were capable of even when it started manifesting itself in obvious and tangible ways. When it did, I'd just pour another beer and soak my heart, or pack up and go shooting or camping just to get away. Or grit my teeth. I'd tell myself everything is alright, things would work out, they'd come to their senses and all was well.
And each year, things got a little nuttier and stupider than the last.
Finally things got so bad that it all just blew up, and three generations of formerly solid family just went *POOF!* in the matter of a couple hours. Even in the wake of that, I'd tell myself that this was just a spat that would blow over, they'd see the error of their ways and maybe we could patch things up.
And each year, the silence and separation dragged out.
Jeez, I tore myself to shreds for years over it. Still do, from time to time. But each year, the ache and hurt abates, and each year the sense of loss becomes smaller and smaller. When I look back on the shit that came off those people - GAH. I hate to say it, but the truth of the matter is that things are better the way they are now.
I learned some things the hard way - which I will pass on to you. If you have shitlibs, cucks, or social justice warriors in your family - keep your distance from them, and minimize your contact with them. Keep them the hell away from your kids. Whatever you do - don't let them get into your family or at your kids. Keep things frosty and distant because they are probably going to hurt themselves sooner rather than later - and they will take you along for the ride if they are able. There's nothing you can do, there is no compromise you can come to with them. Like alcoholics, they have to reach rock bottom before they will ever straighten out and even then, most will not be able to see the forest for the trees. They'll blame everyone else for their miseries and failures but themselves.
The other thing I'd recommend is that if your kid is in public school - get them out. NOW. All they are going to learn there is how to do drugs, and throw away their morals and ethics. You want to build those in kids, not destroy them. Up here the unionized pooch screwers that pose as public educators are trying to do away with tests and deadlines because they are too hurtful to the student's self esteem. It's bullshit; they just want to babysit the kids, and don't want to do the work of teaching them. Uncle Bob used to say that if he were in charge he'd burn down the public schools with the teachers trapped inside, and salt the earth upon which they stood afterward. All I can say to that is I will arm wrestle anyone for the honour of throwing the match on the gasoline, HAR HAR HAR!!!
And of course, even if ya do everything right as a parent - you are only 50% of the equation. You can do everything right and everything can still go to hell in a handbasket.
Modern people are solely focused on the branches of the family, it seems to me - and stupid people are busily digging and chopping at the roots to settle old scores and grievances. They're too damned stupid that once the roots let go - the tree goes down, branches and all.
Dig in fellas. Hold fast. God Bless.
Have a good Monday.
Errr - an addendum might be in order here too:
Sunday, 17 February 2019
Oh hi everyone!
Well I am so damned mad, I could friggin spit!!! M and the other mean kids circled round me and my buddy here, and started making fun of me and my stove, and made all kinds of hurtful, hateful comments. Even the innernet's most fearsome survivor - Harold - piled on!!! Sob!
So me and my buddy PJ called them a bunch of Iso-Butane-O-Phobes... and flounced out in a snit! That'll learn those a-holes!!! How jealous the other pervs will be about the new sexuality we invented! HAR HAR HAR!
So we piled into PJ's Prius and decided to go decompress in a safe place like MEC - where toxic masculinity isn't tolerated, and the clientele are more nurturing and inclusive.
Rather than push my luck with PJ and evil spirits I decided to go home and try the Fwench Press gizmo on my Jet Boil. Long story short - the Jet Boil boils water like a son of a gun! FAST! The problem is that it is built to burn like a rocket ship - and throttling it for the rolling boil ya need for coffee - is pretty damn tough. I ended up making a helluva mess with hot water and boiled over coffee grounds everyewhere.
The coffee press cannot be recommended.
Don't waste your money.
I am going to have to pronounce a firm 'Thumbs Down' on the Fwench Press Coffee gadget. They're only 15 bucks so I didn't get ripped off too bad. For now, coffee - for me -means boiling the water and throwing in those coffee bags. Looks like the mean kids are right about this one after all, maybe. Oh well - nobody's perfect.
In other news, the cold snap has given me a break today so I am going to take advantage. My new heroes, Esme and Michael cut it a little close last week, heading out in -30C to do what they do.
Back in my heyday I could do -30C and lower but I had all the gear, it was all top notch, and I knew how to use it. You DO NOT want to be messing around with new gear and toys at those temperatures, and he's damned lucky Esme didn't get frostbite. In those temps you need a balaclava, mitts and the works. Camping below -25C stops being less about fun and starts being about staying warm. The vehicles and animals get cranky and unreliable too.
Have yourselves a great Sunday and hopefully you are catching a break in the crappy weather too.
Friday, 15 February 2019
I am trying really hard to like this knife - or the new breed of 'Trackers' as they are called - but I'm just not seeing it. That thing would be a royal PITA to sharpen, and yeah, I've seen the cool kids doing bush-crafty things with them like any other knife. I love the looks of them. The false edge appeals to me.
Variations of this concept get utterly silly.
That one might be good for digging a rock out of the ground for the fire pit, or maybe sticking it in the gizzard of some PANTIFA or Talibanger a-hole... but even then there are better knives for those too. This one doesn't even look good to my eye.
GAH - that one looks like the blade some stinky jihadi might stick in MY gizzard, HAR HAR HAR!!!
I am a man on a mission of late: I want to kit out my truck so that everything I need to go camping - is in the truck and ready to rip. I want my gear, my tarps and tent, my axe, a change of clothes - all duffelled and bagged up in the truck so that I only need to throw in a fart sack, a cooler of food maybe, and the guns and other stuff that I don't want to store there. After mentally futzing around with this project I realized that what I was essentially doing was preparing a Bug Out Bag - or a couple of them. I wanted to make sure I had a couple camp knives ready to too.
With all due respect to Rambo and the knife artisans - in thirty years of camping I've never needed a BMF survival knife (even though I had a couple). Those things are beautiful to look at, and scratch an itch in the soul - but for what I do - they're just dead weight. The knife I wanted, I realized - didn't exist. Or so I thought.
These knives are about twenty bucks off Amazon and with a little DIY they become real survival blades. I will whip the sheaths on mine with Fire Cord - the inner strands can be pulled to start fires and work even when wet - or you can use it for regular cordage. I've heard that the blades aren't that sharp - but they can be stropped to a razor with a little elbow grease. I will give 'er a go and let ya know how I make out. It's just a little project to keep the hands busy and fend off the cabin fever as we ride out the last of this cold spell.
Have a great Friday.