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Tuesday, 31 August 2021
The Filthie Aniquarian
Once again I have assembled a collection of strange and marvelous artifacts from days gone by. Can you identify any of them...?
Y’know everyday I seem to hear about the dangers from the far right. But there are absolutely NO threats at all from the far left! Good heavens, no!!! Apropos of nothing at all… if you strive for any form of self suffiency…you are political threat from the far right.
Monday, 30 August 2021
Dad Joke
The Filthie Undertaker
Well I had my chores all laid out for the day. I started with an early morning shoot and then after that I’d get ugly on the mower and the housework. My intentions were the best. After I finished up at the range I sent my texts for the day: I asked the wife how her day was going, sent one to Big Al to see if he was still alive, and then one to Queen Mary. Little time went by and Mary dialled back. Her prize German Shepherd had had to be put down and she asked if I could go out and help her dig the grave.
I got down about four feet. Mary prattled and spoke and would square off the hole when my spade wandered. But at four feet my back was knackered. When I was a kid I’d have been half way to Australia by coffee time… but I was done. She backed up with the car, and I laid the puppy to her final rest in the sunshine beside the trees. And Mary went to pieces for a bit when I started filling the grave. King Peter was up North, and his brother was there but had just had a hip replaced, so I got the honours. Mary recovered quickly though… and I was so happy when the job was done.
Husband Beating
Sunday, 29 August 2021
Sunday Swipe At Covitardia Nervosa
I do know that Jesus wasn’t a homo, or black, or a communist or a pedo. I do know he He was dead set against the virtue signalling poseurs of the day. There are very few people I’d trust to lecture me on God’s word and intent… and this clot headed cankle blossom isn’t one of them.
It’s curious, yesterday the wife and I were chatting and I noticed how many churches were getting pozzed and ended up closing as a result. The press gleefully reports declining numbers and closures too. But the wife caught me unawares - she asked if I had noticed all the new little churches opening up? I thought about and was shocked. There are tiny churches popping up all over the place, now that I thought about it. It’s the damnedest thing… they’re little tiny affairs, tucked in between the big box stores in strip malls, or in office buildings or the old declining shopping malls. They might serve a crowd of maybe a couple dozen, seldom more than 50. The wife thinks that when the queers and SJWs infiltrate and pozz the church - the Christians abandon it and establish smaller ones out of the way where they can do their thing without getting hassled by govt, perverts, Karen, and other cultural fascists. Maybe the closure of those big powerful mega churches is a good thing, ultimately?
Have a great Sunday y’all. Thanks for stopping in.
Saturday, 28 August 2021
Retard Olympic Shooting Team
Ol’ Mort Laid Down On Me Today
And So It Begins…
I guess the COVID rent moratoriums are coming off. I wonder how many evictions will actually take place. Will land lords ever recoup the back rent?
Friday, 27 August 2021
Bring It
Well I’ve got my fedpoasting in for the day. And I’m smart enough to know when I’m being goaded.
FFS. This is a Marine? Guys… I have been the number one fanboy of the USMC in Canada for over 40 years! What am I supposed to make of this shite?
I’m so sorry. Here is my official fanboy slide whistle, decoder ring, and membership card. You guys have some house cleaning to do.
We Need To Go Back To Putting Stuff In Tins
Friday Fed Poast
Last week I got so pished off with the world, I just hit the off button on the computer and said the hell with it. I’d troll my fellow blogtards, scan the headlines… but other than that I had chores to do, and I really needed some time away. I needed to decompress.
It helped. Like everyone else, I am just steamed at the doings in Afghanistan. They could stuff the returning airplanes with smelly moslem fig farmers and goat feltchers and bring them back here… but not our own people? And now the bombs are going off, the bodies are piling up, all the leaders want to talk about is Chinkypox and more lockdowns, pox passports and other nonsense.
Focus. Perspective: Biden and his team could not negotiate with the Taliban even if they wanted to. The Taliban is a coalition of mud flap militants, illiterate moslem mutts and 7th century warlords. All of them have guns and will use them without a second thought. They all have their own agendas, and they answer to no one except themselves. They are murdering their own people in droves right now and the vid and pics are going up on Gab as we speak. Americans aren’t being treated any differently than anyone else, believe it or not. The bodies of men, women and children dead in the streets are everywhere. Biden’s team can’t negotiate because there is no one to negotiate with. If he brokers a deal with Yafeel, Farsid and Goopinder will feel slighted and start shooting. Without any kind of unity there can be no civilization, no negotiation and no peace. This is race reality kicking the democrats (and by extension, Americans) in the balls. Those guys are what they are and we all knew it going in.
What Joe IS culpable for is the botched evacuation and the loss of millions of dollars in military equipment and civilian lives. In better times, when we were better people, he’d be up on charges with his finks in the military.
And this is what bummed me right out last week. Nothing resembling justice can come of any of this. The courts, from the Supremes on down - are as pozzed as the democrats. The bloody conservatives are pozzed now too! So is law enforcement. If you “back the blue” you’re nuts. Those guys beat up old ladies for not wearing a mask, they arrested some petty drunks and tourist grannies on Jan. 6 and charged them with sedition and insurrection, and they take their orders from queers, pedos, and gangsters. The military itself is hopelessly compromised: who was that fart sucker general defending woke critical race theory and woke policy in the military? Miley? Milley? And… he was a Marine?!?
America is being run by domestic enemies now. And they are busily importing plane and boatloads of foreign enemies. I don’t officially condone violence….buuuuuuuuuut….the systems and laws and agencies designed to prevent all this have been compromised and have fallen. When people can’t resolve this kind of stuff peacefully, they will do it violently. America’s (and Canada’s) problems are not in Afghanistan or anywhere else… they are right here at home. The establishment has evolved to maintain the status quo… so nothing is going to change. Sure, you can vote Joe out, but if you get someone in who actually wants to improve things, they will tear him to shreds. Trump spent most of his term fighting off swamp creatures and lawfare.
From where I sit… this can only end one way. And that is what bummed me out the most last week. It’s time to shake off the funk, and do what preppers always do: keep your eyes wide open, and be prepared to do what you gotta do when the time comes.
Today I am going to vote via the advanced special polls. It’s probably a wasted gesture, and the conservative opponent of Justin Turdo is the typical eastern cuck… but we aren’t going to vote our way out either. But maybe this other shithead might put off the cartridge box for another day?
May God have mercy on us all.
Thursday, 26 August 2021
Slowly Taking Shape
Okay Well…Now Ya Know
My G-G-G-Generation
I came of age in the early 80’s. And that ol’ nickel about tards that live in glass houses goes around and comes around at near lethal velocity. This is what our young women looked like.
Go ahead, laugh if you will, youngsters. But… before ya do… how do ya think YOUR women are going to look 40 years from now?
Wednesday, 25 August 2021
Bail Out? Or Hunker Down?
I am no expert on such things but I am not uninformed either. Today me and a bunch of others got a case of The Hershey Squirts in the comment section of The Z Blog. Someone was going on about the impending fall of civilization and advised everyone to get out of the cities because living there in the days ahead is “going to be a death sentence”. The noggers will all chimp out and burn the cities down, the commies will be executing people in the streets, the starving zombies would be rampaging everywhere…in short the SHTF is upon us and city dwellers are all DOOOOOMED.
And you can avoid all that by hauling stakes up and going out to the country! Build a little cottage, plant a garden, maybe have some chickens and livestock… and watch the lunatics in the cities burn from a safe distance.
I dropped the bomb on them: wherever you can go, others can follow. If you have food, water and supplies in a SHTF scenario - you will become a target and getting away in the countryside will be no escape. In fact, if civilization falls, and the cities start to starve… everyone and his dog will be heading out. How many rural preppers can guard their families, homes, gardens and livestock from determined thieves? Think, for a second, about the tactics required for that. Is that realistic for most of us? The tactics of bugging out may actually be worse than hunkering down. Lot a folks didn’t like that one single bit!
Riding out a disruption may not necessarily be a death sentence in the big city. I am thinking of the “roof top Koreans” during a black race riot: when the blacks showed up to chimp out in their neighborhoods… the Koreans shot them. Blacks stopped going into those areas immediately. In cities, the potential enemies are closer, but so are allies too. Assets might be easier to guard and defend too.
Shelter in place? Or bug out? I suppose it depends on where you buy out to….?
Dreamscapes
Tuesday, 24 August 2021
The Redhawk Holster
I am just having a ball with this project down in the Reclusium. Anyone can get a pattern, cut out the pieces and sew them up and call themselves leatherworkers and that is good enough for them, I suppose.
A real leatherworker knows how to create his own patterns, which materials will work and which won't, and the limitations of his materials, tools and talent. I am one of those tards that is no leatherworker, but I can fake it under certain carefully maintained artificial conditions.
Boomer Anthems: The Missing Generation
I am a big fan of Gerard over at American Digest. The olde Yanks over there make sense for the most part, and the blog is an excellent window on their thought processes and how the boomers there came up with them.
It's a curious thing, the "Boomer" phenomenon. When the subject of Boomers comes up, most people think of the elderly Stubfart Depends Diaper & Velcro Shoe Gang. We are talking about guys like Du Toit, Jack, Quartermain... and most folks forget that there were actually two generations of Boomers. And though the younger kids can't tell them apart... there are differences between the two generations. When du Toit starts droning on about the music of his day I just want to stick my finger down my throat. No, Kim - The Beatles were gay back when that was an insult - and so were you, HAR HAR HAR! Not that he'd know, running around as he did in tight pants, platform shoes and frilly shirts and hanging out in the disco with the fat chicks, HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR! Errrr.... and discos were gay too!
I made the tail end of the Boomer Era by a couple months. The leading edge Boomers put away their toys, got jobs, grew up and started having families in the mid 60's and early 70's, and had thoroughly sold out themselves, their kids and grandkids by the early 80's. By the onset of the 90s they'd sold out their great grandkids. Their horrible style of music ended in the late 70's I think... and the last of the last of them might have been Meat Head.
Comic Books For Angry Old Stubfarts
Cat Bastards
I guess TB got turned inside out and pulled through his own bunghole - by the family cat. HAR HAR HAR!!! Serves ‘em right! The orange ones are the worst.
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My daughter’s cat was a grey one and she loved that little chit like a brother. One day he just disappeared. He was way too smart and fast to get run over by a car and I just didn’t get it. Did a hawk grab him? That didn’t make sense either, he was too big and fat and ornery for a bird of prey to get him… and he probably would have made a meal of the bird in such a situation. The days passed, and turned into weeks and the kid and I looked at each other with longer and longer faces as the time passed. Smokey Joe was MIA.
One day close to a month later he just turned up out of the blue as if nothing was wrong at all. One of the neighbours was saying that he’d come home from a vacation and when he opened the doors, a cat came bolting out as if he’d been scalded. Joe might have wandered in and gotten trapped when he left and went out of town. It had to be something like that because we looked for him every day and saw no sign of him. But what would he have eaten, and where would he have gotten water?
Perhaps cats can phase in and out of this dimension and drop into other ones where the hunting is better and time passes at a different rate.
Monday, 23 August 2021
Rude Tee Shirt
There’s a lot a folks wanting to import plane loads of smelly Trashcanistannies in the wake of the latest debacle. Of course… the idiots pushing for this want to settle them in your neighborhood, not their own.
Sunday, 22 August 2021
Been A Tough Week
JFC… It’s too much sometimes, inninit? Every time i turn around somebody’s in my face or in the news giving me the gears and the reason seems to be BFYTW.
Then that crap with Afghanistan…! I wanted to clutch at straws to find something… anything good in it. Everyday though, there’s more revelations and more scandals and more blunders coming to light. And the most popular US president in history decides to go on vacation. “Nothing good to see here Filthie! Oh - and f**k you again!” I’m tellin’ ya… I am getting bummed right out about it all!
But y’know… what goes around comes around, and sometimes it may take years. It’s like those journalists getting hunted down in Kabul right now: as OC notes, maybe they are facing God’s justice, eh? With all the treason and fake news they printed, maybe a slow and agonizing death at the hands of the Talibangers is a just reward? Maybe in the future, if these things go as they usually do, Jacqueline of the Tranny Scouts will do everyone a favour and open his wrists. Maybe, if there’s any justice, the degenerates that encouraged him and enabled him will get hit by a bus too. Some of these doofuses are so damned stupid that if God doesn’t get them… Darwin and Murphy will! It takes a force of will to remember these people are less to me than the mud on my boots. My attention is needed elsewhere.
I’ve got to find a better way of keeping these people out of my life and off my radar. They are too exhausting. I’m going to spend a little more time off line, and maybe a bit more time in the Reclusium Subterrainiae trying to cut off my fingers or sew my face to a holster. Posting will probably be light for a few days.
Have a great Sunday. Keep yer stick on the ice, and God bless.
Filthie
Saturday, 21 August 2021
NOT Funny
I dunno if I think it is funny or not... but I can't bring myself to feel any sympathy at all for them, given the tripe they print and the lies they tell. They've gotten people killed often enough themselves, and airily dismiss it all as being part of gathering the news and doing their jobs. Their publishers and editors are no better. The public has a right to know, dontchya know...
I've read somewhere that Biden was bragging about not prioritizing Americans in the evacuation process... and for all I know it could be fake news... but that would make me smirk a bit. The thought of them hiding and huddling in fear for their lives, while the most popular president in history takes some well earned time off for vacation...? That makes me laugh, in a dark humour way.
One of the things that drives me bonkers about the faith (and good taste, actually) is that ya can't pray for certain people to have an anvil fall on them. Or maybe that they get run over by a steam roller. Or fall down 32 flights of stairs....