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Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
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Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Popping Pills With Jim And Kim

I like Jim but he's not for everyone. He seems to think that women aren't worth a hill of beans without a man to tell them what to do and where to do it - and make 'em do it if they get stupid about it! I've seen him proven right, and I've seen him proven wrong by the women in my own family.

Kim du Toit tries to take a more balanced approach but he's confined his scope to celebs when he talks about female train wrecks. I don't think that's fair - those girls that go into the Hollywood fast lane have it damned tough: with celebrity, every huckster, shyster, and slob paparazzo will be out to get a piece of them by any means possible. With friends like that it's inevitable that they won't go careening off into the guard rails eventually.

I've always tried to be polite and sympathetic to men dealing with train-wreck women. I used to believe that such women were the product of poor genetics and poor parenting - and in my conceit I hung myself on my own petard: my own daughter is a militant lesbian social justice warrior and a 'gay artiste'. It would be both accurate and vulgar to say she's a fuck-up. Perhaps 'train wreck' is a better term. I used to think that one day she would grow up and redeem herself but ... Jeez, those red pills go down hard.

Ever see this one?

I used to think this was the dumbest
motivational poster there was.

I dunno what makes a train-wreck woman. I've seen several and like Kim - I won't have them in my presence. When my daughter was a kid growing up I was convinced she needed a trip to the woodshed far more than a trip to the head shrink but maybe I got that one wrong. But one thing I have noticed is that they are all their own worst enemies.

I hear the jargon those guys are throwing out like 'red/blue pills' and 'NAWALT' and MGTOW and I just shake my head. When did life get so complicated? That poster above now makes sense to me. At least the upper left, anyways.

I wonder if those pills the boys are taking aren't suppositories? Ya think?

Think I'll stick to whisky.


  1. I'm with you.

    I dated a train wreck woman, on and off, for about ten years. We had a relationship that could best be described as gasoline and matches. What I learned was this:

    There are certain people in this world, more often women than men, who are unable to maintain a peaceful relationship on any level. Take my own little ice pick in the eye for instance. If we went to a friends and family BBQ and party, everything would be going along smoothly, everyone drinking, smoking, and getting along just fine - and she'd start an argument. I actually watched her try three people in succession (including me) and try to get an argument started. If the chosen target wouldn't rise to the bait, she'd move along to someone else. Eventually an argument would start, then escalate with everyone taking sides.

    Her brother in law was the same way. He started a nasty rumor about me one time, and when I ignored it he took the campaign to the next level, which demanded a response. I enlisted the head of the family, and she settle his hash once and for all - and did much better than I could have.

    I don't understand the type, but I know it's out there. They want strife and conflict. They get off on it, and they'll cheerfully and tearfully destroy their own lives to get it. Just why they're motivated to do this I really don't know.

    1. If ya ever figger it out Jack - make sure ya let me know!