Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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

Saturday, 19 May 2018

Filthie's Saturday Nite Drive-In

It's been a fair to good week round here at Castello Di La Filthie. I got some work done, the grass is cut, I did the whitewalls on Big Red, Dawgs walked, washed the last of the winter dust off the bike... and now I'm waiting out the noon heat in the house where it's cool. I gotta dump the oil on the mower, the genny, and might do the bike as well - but that can wait for another weekend.

After a hot summer day of chores around the house - why don't we all pack up, go back in time, return to our youth... and hit the drive in? We'll drive the cars of our youth too!  I'll be there, driving my beat up '76 Ford pick up held together with faith and duct tape.

World famous author, explorer, and adventurer, WL Emery - will be there, driving his town and country car...

BW will go, of course!

You can bet your last dollar Jack will be there...

Where did fuggin Quartermain get a... a... ya know what? I don't want to know! Probly be full a jail bait tire biters and bimbos!!!

And of course Chicken Mom and Sunny will be there too!

So - what's the feature playing tonight...? Welp, this last week we had a ripper of a Retard Pooh Pool Party, I got emotionally triggered by gophers and had to do a time out in the cry closet. But - I've since regained a semblance of emotional stability now, so let us feature a film from another time, when people still knew how to joke and laugh - and some of the people in Hollywood poked fun at us rather than lectured us.

Look at the names. 
It'll be good to see some absent friends again too.

Friday, 18 May 2018

Awesome: The Langley Log

Well it looks like I won the internet! That pooh-flinging chick in Tim Hortons has rightfully become a Canadian celebrity, and has now become immortalized by her victims at Tims:

I want everyone to be extra careful in the days ahead.
There are sure to be some rude practical jokes as a result of all this,
and I can easily see guys substituting a Langley Log 
for a human one, HAR HAR HAR!
Hell, I might do it myself!
Hmmmm... who is on my shit list this week?
Only the usual suspects! Jack, Pete, Quartermain, BW....

And Neither Should You

We're learnin' all the kids right here at 
Uncle Bob's Institute for Wayward Boys N' Retards,
where we hope to serve as role models for liberals trying to improve

Errr... Has Anyone Seen BW?

I can't see him being made flat by boulders... but if he were to do it,
I can see him doing it in a place like this...  :)

Friday Cabin Porn

I'd need a shed for the man cave and vehicles, but otherwise that'd
do very nicely.

Thursday, 17 May 2018

Interesting Discussion At Camp Borepatch...

Hmpfffff!!! You have to read the comments on that one too.

I develop a split personality over crap like this. If you ride as I have done for over 40 years now, at some point you will develop a lust for Harley Davidson motorcycles. I did, years back there was a Fat Boy Slim with my name on it.

Those Harley guys know who the mark is too. I walked into their dealership, a fat old guy with a gut and a hat that looked like he'd wiped his ass on it, and they had my number right away. I was promptly accosted by a hottie with a low cut dress on, and the voice of an angel. She matched me up with a Fat Boy Slim with enough chrome on it to seduce a Tibetan monk. Her melodious angelic voice contrasted hypnotically with the satanic rumble of the Fat Boy - and I was lost. I didn't snap out of it until she started talking about all the accessories and bolt-ons. That $ bike, $$ as $$ it $$ stood $$ on $$$ the $$$ showroom $$$$ floor $$$$ could $$$$ be $$$$$$ customized. Holy $hit!!!That's when I heard the devil start to laugh. I came back to my senses then, and realized that I was a fat old man getting seduced by a tramp and some shiny heavy metal - and both were playing my ego like a strativarius.

This is the American Dream for motorcyclists.
And you can have it - it's for sale.

A couple years later the devil had another go at me when he tempted me with one of those Indian motorcycles. I barely escaped that one too.

There's a few errors over at Camp Borepatch, in my opinion. First of all, that new HD touring bike was around $70k last I looked. What is it? That new CVO? I'd look it up, but I can only look at such motorcycles in the reflection of my shield. (I will turn into a puddle of jelly if I look at one directly). One a the fellas said that HD riders are elitists and snobbish. Some of them are, but most that I have seen are just old farts like me that can still look good on a hog on the way to the bar. They're friendly, and talkative and for most of 'em - they will ride with anyone who is of good cheer and sport. I like the HD guys and sometimes ride with them in hopes that some of their coolness will rub off on me. Hasn't worked yet but ya never know.

I may step on a few toes here, but facts are facts. Harley's are grossly over priced because they are built by union slobs, not real Americans. One of the commenters there said there should be a bike in their line for the kid going to school, or the working man with a family - but HD aims squarely at the yuppy market. Kids and working men get priced out. Harley likes to strike patriotic poses - but I don't see anything patriotic about the brand. My Kawi was built by Americans too. Real Americans (and Canadians, for that matter) are not snobs - and I'm sorry, but that is what HD has become for a lot of people - and it turns a lot of other people off.

I seldom sit on the fence about anything but I will here - I would love to ride with BP and many of my friends ride Harleys. They pay through the nose for it, whilst my big Kawi is paid off and runs like a top. Years ago I decided that I ride to go places, not impress people. It was a good call then, it is now - but it still sticks in my craw sideways! I am often tempted to go storming right back into the dealership, and tell that big boobed bimbo to shut up and take my money. 

The Out House Philosopher

This chit house philosopher missed the mark by a country mile.

If that is all we are then we wouldn't have fear in the first place. Out in that void, unimaginable forces and masses collide and release energies that can destroy entire quadrants of stars and systems. The fact of the matter is that if you look at the odds and do the math, and look at the scientific evidence - we should not be here.

And yet here we are. I used to think we were just bags of meat animated by random electrical pulses too. But some seriously hard times forced me to realign the way I think; my values, my family and myself. It seems these journeys always begin with sorrow, anger and sadness. 

I found this gem whilst dumpster diving in the trash of the old Manosphere. Part of me says that this guy is on the edge of it. He'll adapt to his new world the way I did, he'll be a far better man for it - but, Dear Lord, the cost. There is a reason why we're here. We are more than just animated bags a meat.

Have a good Friday and a great long weekend.