Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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

Tuesday, 25 February 2020

Thwarting Darwin: Jackhole Morons

My old buddy Aesop is at it again. The guy hates my guts. I think part of it is that I’m smarter than he is (I gotta IQ of 23, dontchya know). Another part of it may have something to do with all those flaming bags of dog pooh I keep leaving on his doorstep at night. It’s a laff riot when he comes out to answer the door in his bath robe and crocs - and ends up stamping and cursing and shouting into the night! HAR HAR HAR!๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ‘

It’s too bad he banned me from his blog because it spoiled all my fun! Oh well... But... if this is your idea of survival prep... you got a date with Darwin and Murphy yourself!

You’d find this crap in a picnic hamper!

If you want to take survival prep seriously, ya wanna go to the guys that know something about it - not some big city geriatric with anger management issues, burnt pooh on his crocs, and no self awareness.

You’re going to need a pack. Paracord, twine, tarp, containers, multiple means of combustion, etc etc.

This is an absolute minimum survival set up.
If you want to take this stuff seriously I’d suggest you
start by looking up “The Ten C’s Of Survivability”.
Corporal Kelly of Corporal’s Corner on OyTube is also
worth your time.

There’s a few skills involved with this, and they are fun and easy to acquire. Read the articles, take some time to get off the beaten path and apply what you learn. Involve the kids too, they will have a hoot.

With the temps gradually warming... I’m feeling the need for a campfire right now something fierce!!

See ya out there.


  1. Sorry, if you want to go to the woods to starve and/or freeze to death, go ahead and think that kit is going to save you with or without the skills to use it, long term. Survival skills encompass learning to live an agrarian life-style before electricity. Then, defending it for the rest of your life, however long or short. Yah, I know I'm a party-pooper, that backpack represents a myth and it is going to get a lot of people killed.

  2. Yeah; these are Wally World preppers. Here in the wild, wild West, these are the people who think that little safety orange backpack will actually keep them alive for three days after an earthquake. You know; the one with the plastic whistle, three band aids, and three of those "nutrition cubes..." Yeah... have fun with those, kids...

  3. Aesop has been in California too long.

  4. Most of these SHTF scenarios are never going to happen. Modern survival will be urban survival, and you'll survive based on your urban skill set.

    The questions you'll have that most people never really consider have to do with where you're actually going if you evacuate, because the government run shelter is not fit for habitation. I have a half-dozen alternatives, all within biking or hiking distance. I'd start with my car, and my bike on a rack. If the car goes dead, I'll begin riding the bike. Eventually I'll get where I'm going.

    The scenario I've actually seen happen is the family crises SHTF. The family gets into a huge civil war, and one takes off with the kids. Now me, being a bachelor, if some distant in-law wakes me at three in the AM looking for a place to stay, I'm renting them a hotel room somewhere. But others? My buddy Chuckles had a car load show up at his hacienda one afternoon, asking to be put up. Nope, no chance. Last time the brood was here I had to break up a violent domestic and my furniture got infested with crab lice. Can we sleep in the driveway, in our car? Not just no, but HELL no. Chuckles gave them money for a motel, and good riddance. Next morning he found their car in his driveway. WTF?! "We all woke up early and wondered about breakfast..."

    Oh HELL yes. Just a minute while I make a quick phone call.

  5. Hey Filthie - write us a blurb on what you'd carry and how, and where you'd go if your home and land became uninhabitable.

    And, BTW, you and yours could always head south and bunk with me for a while.

  6. This kit here a 'get homebag'.The idea is that you will only have to hoof it for a night or two, in a relatively warm and benign environment. I'd go a little heavier than that myself, and depending on the time of year, would probably include cold weather gear and sleeping system. Other emergency scenarios are fun too - you have your 'grab and go' bags, for example - where if the house is on fire, you have a small knapsack or ditty bag with cash, keys, cards, maybe some meds - to get you through a night or two. There's the 'bug out bags' you all have seen, that have even more preps plus guns n ammo.

    I am one of those 'what I have I hold' types. I have a small house, bought and paid for, and I fully intend to die here, God willing. If a bunch of leather clad motorcycle marauders in leathers and chains and goalie masks come with the intent of dislodging me by force - I will take a couple to hell with me when I go. Fact is... I'm probably too old to survive a serious SHTF. We have food, supplies, and ammo stockpiled and could probably weather a couple months... but I just don't see the sense in prepping beyond that. If things get sufficiently dire, your preps will make you a target.

    1. We ran out of fuel late at night (or early morning, if you will). Two 16 year old young men, two somewhat sheltered young ladies that we knew from previous romantic interludes at the local drive in theater.

      We're getting one car every 5 minutes or so, and none of them have any ideas about stopping to help a stranded traveler. Out of the four, I was the only one who knew what it was like to hike for ten miles and change in the winter over flat but rough terrain. I also knew what it was like hiking through the hills - thank the Lord for the glaciers!

      It was cold and the wind was up. I layered up and told the others to stay in the car, as people really can freeze to death. I'm on a flat expressway, so it took me all of 100 feet or so to hit my stride. That's the pace you learn when you're young and you have to walk a long way, but being young and ignorant, you don't know it's a long way. You just start walking, and you find that pace and you keep going.

      Five miles down the e-way somebody stopped. I got a ride to a gas station at the crossroads and scored a 22 year old with a wrecker, a sense of humor, and a kind and generous disposition. So, we all made it out alive.

      One girl was really impressed, and it wasn't one of the girls in the car. It was an athletic 40-something who eyed me up and down and commented, "That's quite a walk."

      When a friend of mine took a job in Northern Wisconsin, I told him to keep a set of boots, an insulated coverall, and a set of snowshoes in his trunk, along with very basic supplies - food and the like. He thought I was kidding him, then he got out there and winter hit like a freight train.

      He learned to like the snow.

      The only way I'd evacuate is if my home were no longer habitable. Getting home, I'll take a second look at that bag, but I'm more inclined to stay with the car.

  7. Y'all don't know how refreshing it is to read some common sense. When Hubby caught the bug he was all in for the glamour toys. Not so much the hoes, shovels, rakes, seeds, coal oil lamps, solar energy, independent water source and such things. I'm still in the process of divesting some of the silliness he accumulated.

    1. I hear you.

      I used to go hunting with two men who would survive quite neatly. Both had done such before in hostile environments, and it's much more about a skill set and mental toughness than it is anything else.