Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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

Wednesday, 1 February 2023

The Skid Marks Of Life

 Verily I walk through the shadows of the Valley Of Death.

Yet I will fear no evil

For I am the meanest, bravest SOB on the innernet.


Good grief. I've said it a million times. Mort is a freakin slob. While he is an excellent crime fighter like his esteemed master - and will go through senior delinquents like the Excalibur through demons.... he is completely high maintenance. His coat must be brushed all the time, and we vacuum hairballs and dust bunnies he generates daily...

Flee, my stubfart brothers! Take the women and children with you, along with my prayers and love. For those that dare continue with me - let us rise, lock our shields, and raise our spears. Only the strongest among us will hold in the face of the horrors that will confront us beyond this fold. No one will fault you if you turn aside now.

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Via Blab


Blab gets seriously hard to take sometimes. It’s all outrage, all the time. Some cunned stunt politico is upset that parents are introducing legislation that makes tranny grooming of children illegal… so she introduces a bill trying to forbid child access to churches. Four black baboon cops gang up on another monkey and beat him to death…but it’s still white racism, dontchya know… of course it is. How can it be anything else? Your blood pressure can get away from you if you let it. You have to remember that it’s all just WWF wrestling and/or kabuki theatre. In the real world? Try banning kids from churches, you odious carbunkle - see what happens. Here in the real world we can see the difference between taking your family to church and letting our pedos groom our children. A black chimp-out kills one of ‘em? Give them all a medal! My rights are not violated one iota by ape-on-ape violence.

Then stuff like this pops up…and being at Gab suddenly seems worthwhile. Everyone screams about the price of eggs. THAT is far more important than big city feral noggers and shitlib harridans! Y’know I have been threatening my neighbours for years with backyard chickens…but they are all retards too and only encourage me. In the past I was an expert home brewer. I could put up 5 cases of beer for the price of one factory one…and have a ton of fun doing it. I am looking at growing my own tobacco…and I will almost certainly fail the first time…but I’ll get it. I know where to go to ask experts the questions.

This is the true redemption of Blab. How many things can we do for ourselves…that we haven’t thought of? How many people out there are asking the same question? I suspect that when you strip away the outrages, the lunacy and tard fights…there’s all kinds of opportunities to enrich our souls, and starve those of the people vying for our attention and trying to draw us into their own hellscapes. Blab, Bookface, and Twatter are tools…it’s up to you to use ‘em right.

It’s good to keep an eye on the vipers, we will eventually have to deal with them at some point…but there are other things we can do too, rather than getting mad at them and wasting our energy trying to reason with them. 

Become ungovernable. Make it a hobby. 😊👍

Only The Police And Military Should Be Allowed To Have Guns…

I may get egged by the the experts and cool kids out there but I don’t care: if you are gonna live and die by the gun…the HK USP are the best of the breed of the polycarbonate composite guns. The USP can be run the same as your beloved 1911…as in cocked and locked. Or you can run it with the combination safety de-cocker as seen on guns like the CZ75. The Euros seem to like that system best. The only real bitch I have about mine is the polygonal rifling which is not recommended for cheap cast lead boolits. Yeah…supposedly hard cast won’t bung them up… but I see lead fouling when I run them so I stick to jacketed ammo in mine.

Supposedly serious squaddies and police officers do it all the time in perfect safety when they are trained and proficient. To me this looks like a holster issue…the gunnie equivalent of a ‘garment failure’. I seriously wonder what the best way to carry these things is. I’m not fond of quick draw rigs. I like full flap rigs that protect the gun because I am forever clunking into things, or doing awkward stuff that could produce retarded situations like this one. 


Tuesday, 31 January 2023

The Filthie Hypermotard


The big motards put slicks on half the time too.
I don’t see the merit in that but
whadda I know?

I think “motard” was a term coined by either BMW or KTM to describe the (then) new breed of “adventure motorcycles” that were becoming all the rage. I looked at them and even did a 1000cc V-Strom for awhile but they turned me right off. They’re pigs on the road and worse in the dirt! In the dirt you want to be light and nimble. On the road you want to be low and stable. The new motards looked awesome… but they were a hybrid that took the worst attributes of the street bikes, the worst of the trail bikes…and combined them into one big POS. I hated them…but their owners loved them. To each their own… but for my money, that kind of riding was best done on the old school midweight enduros. The classic 650 XL, DR, and KLRs come to mind.

But I suppose if you are out to impress the young bubblegummers… being a motard is better than being a retard.

There Once Was A Woman From Venus….


What a disappointment eh? Acid rain, hot enough to boil lead, poisonous corrosive atmosphere. The whole place is just a great big write-off.  It’s interesting - the guys that beak off about Russians being nothing more than drunken peasants and thugs - only the Russians have managed to put actual probes on the surface. Their rocket engines are the best in the world and NASA was actually buying them at one point - they run at higher temps and pressures than American ones.

If I recall, Bud Abbot and Lou Costello went to Venus and it was a lush green tropical paradise populated by beautiful women? That was back in the day though, when Hollywood wanted to entertain kids rather than groom them…