Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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Sunday, 25 July 2021


 A month ago I went down to Rockin Monkey House (south of Dreadful Valley and Large Hole) to shoot a few rounds with the boys.

C was an electrician up at Ft. Mac until the bust, and his contract ended and he was cut loose. He started his own company down south doing commercial/residential work and he’s doing alright. I asked him how many apprentices he had… and he had none. He had two journeymen and paid through the nose for them. He had tried with apprentices before… but he said they flat out refused to work and he was done piddling around with young people. They weren’t worth the hassle.

I got uncomfortable at that. He’s right, of course. The kids these days were raised by women in safe places and it shows. I remembered my last exchanges with my own daughter. It was all email at that point… and I had to step back and wonder who was on the other end of the computer sometimes. My daughter was in her mid 20s at the time; the person on my computer was a hormonal and emotional 13 year old. I wonder if she ever grew up? All I knew is that, like C - I didn’t need that shit in my life either. I was supposed to go barking after her as she ran away to join the circus - and I was sorely tempted to - but… no way. She was at the leading edge of the millennial demographic, and many are even worse. What could I have done, though? What could C have done, faced with young people with absolutely no interest in growing up?

A lot of the kids hate us. They see the boomer generation as inheriting a windfall, and pissing it away and leaving them ruins. (For those of you that don’t know him, Vox positions himself conservative performance artist and pundit. He’s incredibly immature himself - and yeah, that’s me saying that, HAR HAR HAR!) I am seeing boomer hate like this everywhere.

I understand them. My parents have minimal educations. Mom had a high school diploma, Dad had grade 10. Over the years they did well for themselves. They stumbled and fell but always upward. They got the big house and hobby farm, the winter property in Arizona, the big RV, the late model cars and trucks in the driveway. But they would lecture me that they worked hard for it. They deserved it. Us kids were all stupid and lazy. Mom is the worst. I never say that she was only ever a clerk/admin. I never asked her how much work she got done with a 7.35 hour workday, the 6 weeks vacation a year, the Golden Fridays, or the other perks and bennies. I never asked her why she deserves a gold plated pension that I fund as a tax payer. They spent most of their years in govt, and my wife and I were dirt people in the private sector. Mom made sure I knew it. It still rankles with me today. Suffocating her with a pillow? I’d like to fire that old bitch out of a cannon some days! 

I made the boomer demographic by a couple months. I sit almost smack dab between the boomers and Gen X. I see where they are both coming from. Our leaders are an excellent illustration of the contrasting generations, now that I think of it. Joe Biden is a staggering geriatric incompetent that should have been put out to pasture decades ago. His presence in the Whitehouse is based on selfishness. On some level he must know he can’t do the job, but he’s there anyways because he wants the prestige and title and is too dumb to think about what it cost him and his family, never mind the country. Justin Turdo is a ridiculous younger french twink that never had a real job and couldn’t hold it if he was offered one, and he thinks the world runs on rainbows and unicorns. Legalizing pot is his great life achievement. He went into the office promising to “grow the economy from the heart outwards”. He has now spent more money than ALL the previous prime ministers put together. He DID inherit a windfall, and he pished it away and has nothing to show for his leadership either.

Yeah. I know exactly where both groups come from. And I think I know where all this is heading… and it won’t end well. The worst is yet to come. We are going to have to rely on those kids in our final years… and they can’t take care of themselves.

How can they take care of us?


  1. One of comments that I was at Vox's place talked about the "magic date" theory. The allusion was to the "Magic Dirt" theory, the idea that someone immigrating to a country automatically and magically becomes the same as the native population. In the same way, the "magic date" theory says that because of the date of your birth, you automatically have certain traits and attitudes in common with other members of the same age group. One theory is as invalid as the other, in my opinion.

  2. We are close in generation I think Glen. I was born in late 62, but I don't fit the boomer or the Gen X. I think they call it the "Jones" area. We try to keep up with the Jones' (boomers) but don't fit the next wave. Weird little appendix of time.

    I was an apprentice electrician in 1985. My journeyman owned the company. He was a WW2 vet that fought in Alaska. It permanently made him mad. I was a kid with a wife and daughter. He was always running over my boundaries and was a forceful tyrant. It came to head after 3 months, and he gave me a day off to think if I really wanted a skill or not. I asked my pastor about it, feeling sorry for myself and put upon.

    His words were gold. Grow Up. I did. I salvaged my reputation with the boss and made lead man 8 months early. When you accept the challenge, it will harden your resolve to get it done. It lays the framework for a lifetime of personal progress.

    I fear for the Vox's of this world. What the parent allows in moderation, the children will take to excess. If he smothers the old invalid with a pillow, his children will shoot him in the face in his prime. I believe it is almost a slam dunk, inviolable principle.

    Maybe you need to talk C about a job. Being an electrician is easy work. Color goes to color. Bare is green, white is white, and any other color is hot. How hard can it be? ;) Just make sure the romex goes THROUGH the hole, not around the top plate. That is a rookie mistake.

    1. "Being an electrician is easy work"
      HA !!!
      Back when I was digging ditches, all the trades would talk amongst each other and often the question of "If you weren't X today, what Y would you want to be?"
      Almost EVERYONE replied "ELECTRICIAN"
      Ever seen a dirty electrician? (that's apprentice work!!)

    2. I was standing the rain, digging a trench in Boerne, TX in limestone for a conduit run. My helper was a 50 year old dead-ender. It was warm, wet rain, and I was sweating. The rain was dripping off my cap brim as I looked at him using a sharpshooter to remove the rock chips from the trench. (look up the Edwards plateau) I still remember his grunts as he bent and stood, bent and stood....

      As I picked and used the digging bar to bust the limestone out so we could remove it, I thought very clearly... "I made the dean's list at Texas Tech in 1984. Do I really want to dig like this when I am his age?" At that point, I transitioned from an electrican lead-man, to a electrician looking for an opportunity. That opportunity came in 1986 when the price of oil fell below $20 a barrel. The third time I mowed the boss' yard in a week, I began to wonder how long it would last. We kept money in envelopes then, and had between 50 cents and a dollar extra for mad money each week. Someone gave me a book about R. G. LeTourneau. Six months later, I was in college again, in Longview TX.

      Old Jim, my journeyman, was never above getting in the mud, dirt, grease, or whale snot we used as pulling lube. That man lead by example. I watched him RUN up a wooden extension ladder, that I was having a hard time climbing. I was a bit worried about it. He ran up and down that like a monkey. He turned and said, "if you can't trust your equipment, you can't do the job." I learned how to maintain that old ladder, sanding, inspecting, and tightening up the rods under each rung. And I could run up it without a thought after that.

      I truly believe, that there is a place for the mom and pop shop. Where they all work together for the common goal. The big shops are like the big Navy boats. FIGMO is the rule. And there is a class system. You don't see a dirty CPO. I can't function like that.

      My journeyman told me later that IF I had stayed and IF he could have kept it together until things turned around, I could have owned the company. He had no heir, and no other workers besides me at that time. But he understood and respected my decision.

      That was the first time in my life, that any MAN had told me that. And it is still in my pocket, and I take it out and let it warm me when I need a little encouragement.

  3. Born in May of '53 here. I find this video fascinating on many levels. One of the things that struck me is the number of skilled people EMPLOYED and making something with their hands, not a keyboard. And they are all a part of something bigger than themselves.

  4. Yeah, being born in '61 I'm at the tail end of the Boomer generation as well. Unlike most of the kids though, I DEFINITELY looked to my elders for example. As a result I feel like a man without a country now. It's not that I won't change. I just won't change for change's sake. There needs to be a reason to change. If something's working, DON'T screw with it! Since the 60's it's been all about kids breaking everything and starting over.

    As a Boomer I didn't inherit a windfall. I inherited a great country, which the following generations have been doing their damndest to destroy. The young don't understand. I told my 30-year-old son a couple of days ago that the reason his mom and I feel and think the way we do is that we lived in an America that he will never know, and I meant it. The country has changed THAT MUCH in ONE GENERATION. I liken our fifty states to a shotgun blast. All those little round balls came out of the gun at the same time with the same purpose. The farther away from the muzzle they got though, the more they drifted apart. We stand together under one flag now more out of habit than of "E Pluribus Unum." When the parts of this mechanism finally do let go, there will be collateral damage throughout the world. At that point all I'll be able to do is to say "Congrats, kids! You broke everything. Good luck with your do-over!"

    Yeah; the Boomer blamefest... OK, little Kiddles, if you're gonna blame the Boomers for EVERYTHING, then blame us for your climate-controlled car rides to and from school every day from K to 12, the fact that you probably had a bedroom to yourself, climate-controlled, of course, the Internet, your computers, your "smart" phones, the TV in just about every room, the full fridge, And oh yes; the opportunity to live in the most prosperous, free country in the world... ...Ingrates...

  5. I was born in 1955....should I be embarrassed, contrite or angry? JHChrist! What is it with all this talk of generational enslavement to your birth era?!?!
    I grew up on a 500 acre dairy farm in central Wisconsin. I was milking cows at age 8. I was planting the 250-300 acres of new crops every spring FULL TIME when I was 12. That was my job. That was my chance to provide labor for my families endeavor so that we didn't have to spend money on hired help.
    Here is my take on all of the lazy people that we have now.
    Once, I was gently chiding my mother on the way that the millenials were acting. I told her that maybe the "Greatest Generation was responsible for the Boomers being such lousy parents. She raised her bony pointing finger at me and proclaimed, "Now listen here young man....My generation was the last generation that could die in childbirth, or die from the flu or die from a scratch". "So whenever we were presented with a scientific medical break through; we took it." "We didn't want you guys to go through the hardships that we did."
    I politely put away my ego.
    But,it seems to me that by taking away the "fear"; no one looks to God for comfort anymore. Maybe that's the problem; no fear of the unknown and no hope.

  6. Y'all make me feel young by comparison (so thanks for that)...

    I remember reading VoxDay a long time ago. At that time there was little too much angst for me which apparently has not diminished, so not a bad choice, it sound like.

    We use the terms "Boomer", "Gen X", "Millennials", "Fill the blank-ials" in a way that was never done before. In times past, it was often determined by events: The Civil War; The World Wars, The Great Depression - significant events that impacted those generations in ways not seen in preceding ones. Now, we define it based on intangibles.

    It is not entirely correct, of course, in terms of mindset. There are Boomers, as Glen's unfortunate experience points out, that fit the "stereotype"; there are Millennials that are doing things with their hands and making things in a way their peers are not. We are split into generation think because it is, frankly, easier to control groups in that way; far harder to control groups that are cross generational and seek alignment on shared goals, values, and interest.

    People who have had no motivation and no interest in bettering themselves have lived in every generation. I know of those older than me, those my age, and those younger than me. Their generation does not matter; the fact that they never gave a d*** does.

    To Pete's point - one that I share - we are held together now by very little except economics and location. Let the economics break down, and the whole thing (in my opinion) just unwinds.

    1. I am speaking in generalities, of course. There are exceptions to every rule, but they are exceptions. When a small business man can't hire a worthwhile apprentice? In a depressed economy?

      That means a major economic paradigm shift to me. I see hardly any apprenticeship positions advertised in the help wanted ads, and equally importantly a lot of the entry level positions are gone. I can't help feeling that we are so screwed right now...

  7. OK, I'll weigh in too. Born in '53, so I come by my cranky old coot bonafides by seniority. Thanks to Uncle Sugars Air Farce, I found a career in medical laboratory. Whenever people around me would start pissin' and moaning about their jobs, my buddy Ed and I would look at each other and roll our eyes. Indoor, air-conditioned, white collar job at reasonable pay. Ed started out at 17 on a dairy farm in northern Idaho and moved up from there to pull green chain in a lumber mill. I'd worked in construction, from concrete work in a November drizzle to roofing in August. Yes, our indoor jobs suffered under management idiocy, but we well knew where our buttered bread came from.
    As for Vox, he has the handicap of being a "wicked smaht dude". When everyone else around him is slower and less than he is, it leads to a raging case of Hubris. And Hubris ALWAYS leads to Nemesis. I used to read him because he has occasional insights of value, but his arrogance has put me off, and there's plenty of other smart dudes to read that have some sense of humility. If we've the sense to learn from our mistakes, the school of hard knocks provides quite an education.

  8. "I, me, I" boomed the boomer

    1. I see you, Jim.

      When I was a kid, the boomers were always writing about the Generation Gap between their idiot parents and themselves. The cultural chasm that stretched between them was parsecs wide.

      The gap between my generation and yours is light years. If you are younger as I suspect, all this stuff is going to land on your plate to fix. I'm sorry. I tried to fix my little corner of the universe as best I could, but the same societal currents and forces opposed me the same way they are going to oppose you. It will be up to you to save the world. Good luck, kid. I mean that.

      Older folks worry about their future too. You will when you are my age too. Maybe you will probably wonder why your kids hate you too, and be hurt when they turn on you... who knows.

      Some of us wanted better for you. We still do.

    2. Gen X here, not as young as I once was. But we saw the world the boomers sold for a mess of pottage. Or the RV and the yearly cruise to the Caribbean as the case may be.
      $ 40^H^H50^H^H70 is the new 20 man!
      The day of the pillow can't come soon enough, when the 3rd world migrant hired to replace an American to save a few bucks gets tired of changing the boomer's diapers.

      also, the beatles sucked.

    3. Well we can agree on the Beatles for sure.

      Vox Day does too. I had high hopes for the Alt Right, I really did. But the movement died when fags like Vox, Milo, and Cerno became the face of it… and the movement fell into comedy and lunacy. The new dissident right is showing great promise now but who knows. Nick Fuentes is an interesting kid too… unlike Vox the public seems to take him fairly seriously. I laughed like hell when he and the zoomers repeatedly punked Vox and gave him hissy fits. He got his shot at being the badgered old man surrounded by contemptuous youngsters, and I laughed and laughed and laughed. The man is entertaining.

      I never fall for that “80 is the new 20”. I am closing on 60 and some days I feel every year.

    4. Fuentes is controlled oppo. Just like Cerno.
      alt right is a rather nebulous term, but better them than the so called 'conservatives' who couldn't even conserve the woman's bathroom.

  9. I was born in 1952. I spent the entire summer of 1968 building board fence. I worked with two old men who were retired coal miners from Tennessee, in the Appalachian region. I learned about coal mining, which was back breaking work. I also learned about building board fence. There is nothing anyone can teach me about building board fence.

    I got a job selling personal computers in the 1980s. Since no one in the store knew a thing about PCs, operating systems, or software, I would stay until 10:00 PM every night, reading manuals and teaching myself. I was the only one who sold anything, so I was naturally fired shortly before the place closed down. I then found a new position as a programmer/analyst.

    And I kept learning, mainly by reading and listening. I never thought of any of this as hard work, because it sure wasn't coal mining.

    I've heard that young people today don't want to work. They get hired, find out they have to work, and quit. Not all of them are like this, but many are. Those that work make friends and move up the ladder.

    Today, if I had to do it all over again, I'd learn to be an electrician, then I'd learn plumbing, then I'd open my own shop. Long hours, but I'd get paid for those hours, and I'd never lack for work.

    1. We used to hire part time workers. They would invite a 100, 20 might show up, 10 would pass the test, 2 would show up to work and 1 would last a month. Then, round 2.
      Up to last year.

      Now, we hire casuals. No benies. If you show up you have the job. Same statistics, but less paperwork for HR. I'd say 1 of 500 is a worker. 2 of 500 is a booger, just hangs onto a finger until they fall off or get flicked away.

      I fear that all the effort I put in to make sure my data systems could locate and track shipments was for nothing. I just hope the place lasts long enough for me to lump out and try and hang on to start a shop and men's shed of my own. I'd teach anyone anything I know if they were really interested. I can't keep the wetware running forever...