Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Try That Again In 30 Years You Little Chits




As I get older and uglier one thing that just seems to leap out at me more and more is how beautiful the kids are. She is as thin and pretty as a picture, he is handsome and strong ... we were like that once, back when we were kings and queens.

Oh Hell Yes





Mama's Boys


Stuff like this seems to go in spurts. Somebody loses a loved one - and then everyone else does too at roughly the same time. Or maybe it's a great day out and everyone is in good cheer. Right now it is us poor hapless old slobs coping with our elderly mothers. Ya see the same thing on the road: somebody's having a bad day and driving like an enraged a-hole - and next thing ya know they're all driving like morons.

Last weekend we went to Mom & Pops and it was the shits. Mom and I are increasingly at odds. Back in the day she and Gramma played shitty, vicious head games with each other and now I think Mom figures it's my turn. She'll throw out some cutting, offhand remark, or goad me into fighting about the stupidest stuff and then laugh at me as I chimp out in rage. Last time I got up and left. My poor wife was so embarrassed as was Pop. And my mom sat there smirking, pleased as punch with herself. Afterward I was so damned mad you could feel the heat from 5 feet away! She had goaded me into making an ass of myself! Again! Sigh. I suppose it doesn't take much.

Of course our manly friends over at The Art Of Manliness have all the answers on how to deal with shitty, feral women. I stopped reading over there years ago and now I remember why. I suppose the stuff in that article might work with younger moms and sons. And I suppose it would work if the son were as pure as the driven snow and asserting his maturity. I know my limitations and weaknesses because I push them all the time. I am a difficult and contrary man at times too. It's just that that beshitted woman knows my hot buttons and she jumps on them with both feet regularly now. It was all I could do to leave their place last weekend without telling that old bitch where to go and how to get there! She's not old and stupid yet, I don't think... but I can't tell for sure because I am young and stupid and that old bint can still run circles around me in a duel of wits, HAR HAR HAR!!!!

Goddammitalltohell. Why does it have to be a battle? Outside of my wife the women in my life are all fuggin nuts. Their idiot men bow down to them and take it and they get pissed at me too when I refuse.

But the good news is that there's always the big kids around going through the same thing or something similar... and you can go to 'em for helpful advice. BW Bandy, as usual, handles such things with grace and skill: good cheer, small battles, easily won, easily forgotten I think I shall follow his fine example to the letter.

I dunno how to proceed with this. For now I think I will take a break and keep my distance from mom. I think maybe she needs to think a bit and I know I sure as hell do. There's rude jokes to be savoured and enjoyed, there's a pile of rifle work - and as always - dawgs to be tortured and tormented. One of my favourite gunslingers on YouTube has a saying that should be a cornerstone of our psyche: Life Is Good.

Have a great Tuesday y'all.

Monday, 16 October 2017

I'm Sure The Bugs Living In It Would Agree...

Oh yecchhht. Meet your new leftist heart throb, ladies. I'm sure Turdo La Doo will be crushed too, given how much time he spends on his hair too! HAR HAR HAR!!!




Who has better hair...??? According to the diaper head - he does!
Guess we'll all have to tune in to the Tranna Star's next
exciting episode of 'Packies On Parade' to find out...

The comedy's already begun with the vibrant shiny token chosen to lead the Dippers. He's accusing the CBC of being racist!!!! Only Canadians can appreciate the humour of this: the CBC is so revoltingly politically correct that nobody watches it - and they have the ratings to prove it! HAR HAR HAR!

We are all racists now! Isn't it great?

Great Canadian Sound Effects: Thubbadathubbadathubbaduh....!!!!

What in the world makes a noise like that?

Why - that's the sound BW Bandy makes as he falls down all the stairs at posh winter retreats in the Canadian Rockies:



Don't anybody worry about him - he'll just give his head a shake, walk it off - and head into the bar for some medicinal Black Bull Scotch to restore his constitution.

Being A Conspiracy Nut Isn't Easy...


You're not really paranoid if they are actually out to get you.

I've kinda avoided the Vegas shooting because all I know is that something is going on. A fact comes out, a fact is refuted. The guy was a millionaire, no he wasn't. A security guard was shot and killed - errrr, no he wasn't. He won a huge pile of cash, and the IRS was called off when they went to shake him down for their cut. Nobody knew when he checked in. That link above is as good a version of events as any: an illegal immigrant was employed to ensure the safety of the hotel and it's guests and they got exactly the level of competence they paid for. Whatever. Of course the media can't be trusted further than you can throw them. They don't even pretend to be objective any more and as for fact checking...? Whatz dat???

When I was a kid and started shooting and learning my stuff as a rifleman I remember watching the rehash of the JFK assassinations. I watched stupid people gobble and cackle about how any clot headed dirt digger with a cheap milsurp mail order rifle can fire at speeds approaching a semi-automatic and with the precision of a tuned sniper rifle - and assassinate a President with the greatest of ease. I watched people that obviously knew better go along with the story even though their equally knowledgeable peers and ballistics experts disagreed. All I know is that the perp did not shoot JFK with that rifle. That's all that I know and probably all I WANT to know. A lot of guys involved with that are conveniently dead and the records remain sealed.

I admit I got suckered on 911. Despite looking like textbook controlled demolitions, when the Twin Towers came down I thought it just as the press played it: the jets crashing into the towers weakened their structures and they came down on top of the fire and rescue workers below. The only problem with that was that the firefighters proved the lie of it: they are experts in risk assessment; and those buildings are made to withstand catastrophes like that. They wouldn't have gone in if they thought the buildings would come down on top of them the way they did. As I got more involved with ironworkers and the steel industries - I can tell you that burning jet fuel doesn't come anywhere CLOSE to blowing the temper out of structural steel. Bullshit, smoke and mirrors surround 911 too.

I watch in growing fury as the media attacks Trump and conservative citizens. They are part of it, I suspect - but now they are incredibly brazen about it. Trump says something on a tweet that everyone can read and see for themselves - and the media is full of how he actually said something else. They not only want to speak for us, they want to think for us as well. I am past being outraged at them, I only read them now for the comedy content.

I am not a conspiracy nut. I don't wear tin foil hats, or worry about chem trails or cabals of eeeeeevil jooooos. But - I do know when I am being played and hustled. I don't know what the play was with the JFK shooting. I don't know why the twin towers came down. I don't know what the play is with this Vegas shooting - I know only that the ball is in play; and that some very powerful people are involved.

All I know is that the enemy is inside our perimeter. There's probably more than one. People are not who they say they are. And who knows how that works out either - I suspect they are playing each other with the same gusto they play us.

What's to be done about all this? I'm asking because I don't know. I personally don't want to be a tin foil hatter, or paranoid... but I will not be used as a pawn either. Now, more than every, is the time to stop watching their hands and their lips move - watch the corners, watch the magician's other hand, peer into corners and spaces you otherwise wouldn't... and try not to jump at shadows.

Jack's Home And Garden




Jack's probly on the other side doing the same thing...