Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Monday, 30 November 2020
Sunday, 29 November 2020
Well this Christmas is shaping up to be something special.
The tards have agreed to buy me a jeep for Christmas, Phil is going to assemble it and install a small block V8 in it... and if they all do that, I may just go back to Afghanistan by myself and wage war on those mudflap Talibangers because "f*** you again!!!" HAR HAR HAR!!!
Ya know... I haven’t had a drink in over a month now. Not even a glass of beer. Jeez... I used to drink like a fish and always be pished as a rat. Some nights, I’d go until my head hit the table. Between the assholes at work and my family... getting quietly bombed and watching the off-gridders, the tiny housers, and the van dwellers on the computer just soothed my soul. My liquor cabinet is full of booze I haven’t touched.
If I were in that pic... I’d be the guy in the background quietly grooming the horse out.
The other day I successfully shredded and cooked swamp carrots. I put some onions in and against my better judgement... some garlic. I don’t think I would have ordinarily done that but the chinawoman on Oytube called for them... so I pulled a very small clove, pounded it with the flat of the blade and then chopped it up and threw it in.
They weren’t bad; ya hit them with a ton of salt n’ pepper and they were just fine. Couldn’t taste the garlic and maybe that was a good thing.
My culinary expertise advances by leaps and bounds.
Saturday, 28 November 2020
I shoulda kept a link for it. Somewhere on OyTube, there's a vid where the prim and proper Victorian lady starts off in her skivvies. Then she starts putting on clothes in a fascinating reverse-stripping act: she puts on a bloomers over the slip, and drawers over that, and a dress over that. Up top she adds another three or four layers and a corset. I'll bet a dime to a donut that she is probably wearing close to fifteen pounds of clothes by the time she's done. She finishes off by crowning herself with one of those spectacular wide brimmed hats of the period, with all the flowers and froots n' cabbage on it.
It took her about 15 minutes to do and I'll be damned if she wasn't sexy as hell afterward. Or maybe she wasn't, I dunno. I just found it to be intensely refreshing to see a woman WITHOUT a face full of fishing tackle and nose jewellry, green hair, and an ass two axe handles wide. I think her outfit made a lot of practical sense too. Dressed in layers like that, you could walk around outside on mildly warm winter days, and go inside and be equally comfortable.
I wonder if the guys layered up like that too...?
Friday, 27 November 2020
Thursday, 26 November 2020
Welp - I dunno about you Yanks, but up here in Canada I am probly gonna be blogging from the gulag at the rate our commie overlords are going. I have the wrong opinions about guns, queers, Trump, socialism, feminists, social justice warriors and other shitlib trash! Up here, it's a bigger crime to be called a nigger than it is to act like one. I am most likely for prison if they have their way... and perhaps all I can do is smile at my fate and make the best of it! For any other filthy capitalist deplorable pig dogs that end up doing time with me - perhaps some appropriate music might lighten the heart!
That's a couple schoolgirls practicing and getting ready to greet American squaddies on the home islands, in the closing days of the war in the Pacific. This was the Japan that Doug MacArthur and Harry Truman faced. Japan was pretty much a beaten, but still - incredibly dangerous foe. Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal would look like picnics compared to storming the home islands. And take it they must - people forget that the Japanese killed more people than the nazis did - and committed atrocities that made the SS and Gestapo look like choir boys. The ruling warrior class lived by the Bushido code that forbade surrender. For the Japanese at the time - they had two options: suicidal resistance... or slow starvation.
Today shitlib historical revisionists like to paint America as the heartless agressor that eagerly mass murdered thousands for fun and profit. I think that black baboon - Barkie Obutthole - even apologized and bowed down before them. If those idiots were smart enough to crack a history book, they'd learn that Truman could use the nukes and kill tens and maybe hundreds of thousands - and end Japanese fascism forever - or drag the war out, and watch starvation and invasion claim millions. In the end Truman didn't have a choice at all. It all came down to numbers and projected body counts. In their zeal to condemn America, shitlibs often forget that Japan could have ended the war at any time too... starting with Pearl Harbour.
I believe there are inflection points in history where people and nations change - and the Japanese came out of WW2 as much better people. I think America did too - for awhile. But if you aren't careful, America... you could very well be reduced to putting YOUR kids on the machine guns in the days ahead.
Have a care as you go... I hope the wisdom of men like Truman will still hold. But... judging by our baby boomers, Gen X and Millennials... it isn't looking good.
I hope your wives are rattling those pots and pans, that the turkey fits in the oven, and that you use a small part of the day to actually thank your Maker and that He is part of your family. I hope that you all pick up ten pounds, and that your day is filled with laughter, family and love.
A note to WL Emery - novelist, adventurer and man about town: congrats on your latest literary success! I regret that I lost your email whilst cleaning my inbox... if I can find it I shall respond in greater detail.
Wednesday, 25 November 2020
According to the FITA indoor archery regs - 300 is the perfect score after a flight. A flight of arrows is ten sets of three. The target has 10 rings, with the innermost one worth 10. Today I shot a 288 out of a possible 300. Putting that into perspective:
- A score in the 270's is a case of the intermediate archer flirting with the bow
- A score in the 280's is an archer going passionately steady with skill and purpose on the bow
- A score of 290~295 ... the two are deeply in love, know each other well, and make beautiful music together
- >295... is poetry, skill, and concentration sharpened to a lethal edge. These are the competitors
The old lady is a big wheel at the church. She volunteers for all the social functions they do and helps with the church girl’s club on Tuesday nights. Basically it gives the kids a place to be where they bake cookies, do arts n’ crafts and play games. It gives Mom a break in the week where she can use the evening to catch up on chores, run errands, or just take a load off and maybe chill.
So I guess our esteemed leaders put everyone in lockdown again during the day. When the moms came to pick their girls up, one of them told the ladies about it, and magnanimously declined to report the gathering to the authorities. She was serious too - violation of quarantine starts at $1000.00 and goes up to $100k. So... you drop your kid off with what is essentially free baby sitting... and then think it’s okay to call the covitard snitch line on the volunteers...? Must be a chick thing I guess, because I can’t fathom the logic of it. The wife tells me that one of the other church ladies already got fined. She is elderly and lives in an assisted living home and apparently she went shopping. A thousand dollar fine will learn her a lesson real good, eh?
All I can do at this point is laugh and pretend to play along. Everything’s too political now, I can’t trust anyone I don’t know, and it’s pretty damned obvious “they” are out to get me. I’ll tweak noses, flip middle fingers, and enjoy taunting the tauntable as much as I can.
What else can ya do?
Tuesday, 24 November 2020
I am not a coffee snob. Normally I will drink whatever’s in the jerry can right up to and including the swill from Starbucks and Tim Hortons if necessary. I bought a few bags from Black Rifle because I like the fact that they support vets and gun owners. I like that they are enthusiastic bow benders and do raunchy commercials on OyTube. They avoided and even reversed the suffocating faggotification and corporate blandness that Starbucks and Tim’s infused into the coffee culture.
But when they issued that PR statement distancing themselves from Kyle Rittenhouse... that drew me up short. Kyle is on video rape defending himself from BLM and ANTIFA turds that were trying to kill him, and the three criminals he shot all earned their bullets. Now I’m hearing that BRCC made sizeable political donations to Biden and Obutthhole ... and that really chaps my arse, if true. These guys may not be the people I figured them for. They are beginning to resemble the mealy mouthed corporate shithawks that I hold in utter contempt.
I dunno the ins and outs of all this, it’s a viral internet phenomena now. But... they need to step up and explain themselves. As things stand right now, unless there is something going on that I don’t know about... they should be behind the Kenosha Kid 100%. And if they are bed fellows of shit heads like Obama and Biden...?
Like I say... I can drink whatever’s in the jerry can. I can drink friggin tea if I have to. It’s a free world, you can say and do whatever you want.... but so can I. And for me, an econo tub of Folgers works too. Those young men that run the company can either sort themselves out, or they can pass along my disregards to their fellows like Nike, Gillette and the other woke companies that don’t want my business.
Yesterday I was forced down to the gun store to pick up some Nosler 85 grainers for the .25-06... and what a fuggin downer. My old favourite gun shop is now run by Covid Karen and her coffee klatch and they were all on the rag down there. I put on my mask but got busted right up front. It's a gun shop, dontchya know - so I had to briefly turn and face the camera on the wall so they could record my face without the mask. The sport utility rifles are all gone thanks to the pink socked, gun grabbing Turdo La Doo, and I ain't kiddin' - the shop clerks were all pished off menopausal hags. I was strongly tempted to give one the back of my hand - she was dealing with an elderly lady customer that was obviously there to pick up something for her husband or son... and she was a little slow on the uptake like some of the more aged seniors are... and the harpy was giving it to her with both bloody barrels.
I lucked out because that bitch rang me out on the till on the way out. After I paid, I took my mask off right in the till, gave her a snide smirk and a wink, and then flounced out while she was doing the "Sir! Sir! Your mask....!!!" thing behind me. Screw you, bitch.
Gawd, that felt great. When the
Great Reset Canadian Western Rebellion comes - I am going to put every last one of these Covitardians to the sword.