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Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted
Wednesday, 30 November 2022
Well, Well Well…
From FILTHIE’S Comic Book Stash
This was probably one of the WORST comic books available back in the early 70’s. In terms of literary merit.. Magnus was probably right up there with Rocket Robin Hood or maybe The Mighty Hercules. Quartermain and the cool kids would have pitched him in the garbage without a second thought! As a wee Filthster… I thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
But… waste not, want not, eh? The prestigious Thunderbox Library accepts and appreciates all pulp and paper donations!
How Did These Ever Go Out Of Style
Shut it. I don’t want to hear it! The first tard to make rude jokes about my crocs dies. But these boots right here would be just perfect for motorcycle duty. I have chaps for the big road bike but don’t use them. I love leather but for motorcycle work it just sucks. It’s cold in early spring and late fall. It soaks through in rain. It’s murder in high summer when temps hit 30C or more.
A super high top boot though…? Something like that would be awesome…
Tuesday, 29 November 2022
Today’s Hate Crime
CAUTION: Chit poasts like the one below the cut can cause undue hateyness, and make you literally worse person than Adolph Hitler. This blog takes no responsibility for any murders, genocides, holocausts, holodomors, ice cream socials or boogaloos that may arise from viewing this material. This is a work of political humour and satire; any resemblance to persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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An evil rat, Dr. Petersden? Why, exactly...?
Down The Memory Hole
Yesterday I got roped into a day with mom. I had no choice; if I wanted to visit Pop…I’d have to put up with her. 😂
She’s playing Covid again and is going after me to get jabbed and wear a mask and I just told her to stop it because it wasn’t going to happen. In the Norwood rehab hospital I wore my mask past the staff, and took it off when I sat down with Pop. Mom flipped out and started scolding and I just ignored her and started razzing Pop. They’ve got him moving with a walker now and he is gaining strength and improving. The other geriatrics get along great and I’ll bet Pop will miss them when he finally comes home. He has the onset of dementia, a cancerous mass in his lungs…and he’s 81. He’s high mileage and you have to expect these things at this point.
On the way home I got the Covid bullshit in the ear again. For extra punishMINT…I had to take mom shopping. When we went into the store she left her mask in the truck! HAR HAR HAR! HAR HAR HAR! I zipped my lip and didn’t say anything - she’d finally shut up about it and that was good enough for me.
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I decided this morn that I’d send mom an old OyTube where the city council of Edmonton were on video, trying to come to grips with Covid and formulate some policies. They got Roger Hodkins on long distance for a conference call. The man was brief and curt - he introduced himself: former chairman of the Royal Canadian College Of Physicians. President of a biotech company that supplied hospitals with consumables like gloves, masks, needles, etc. Cambridge PhD in pathology and histology - he was basically a credentialed expert in virology, immunology and transmissible disease. The Edmonton city council were actually talking to exactly the right people for intelligent advice on how to deal with the problem.
Ol’ Rog tears into them and calls them out on their incompetence. He explained how flu bugs propagate. He explained why masks and social distancing can’t work. Then he explained the various hoaxes involved with the scam, and reamed them out for needlessly panicking the citizenry and turning the flu into a political weapon. He raged about the loss of integrity for the medical institutions this would cause. Then they all said goodbye…and the city councillors stared at each other, looking like idiots. Then the mayor recovered and they all went on as if nothing had happened! It was like the man hadn’t spoken at all! No matter! Edmonton’s city council was on the job! They’d get the best people on the job to protect all Edmontonians from the Evil Covid Monster!!!
If a picture says 1,000 words… a video says 1,000,000. When I was a boy and the media was still capable of journalism…something like this would have been called a “scoop”. Every news outlet would have been on it like ugly on an ape!
I figured if I could get mom to watch it, she’d finally stop being such a stupid bitch about it. So I do a web search looking for it… and the vid disappeared. There’s lots of stuff there where the Usual Suspects accuse Dr. Hodkins of lying. Hmmmmmmm. Journalists and editors and publishers are the real medical experts I guess? Others say, “Oh…the doctor never really said Covid was a hoax! He just misspoke!!!” The former Chairman of the College Of Physicians was a quack…and the jews and faggots of the media are the real experts!
If the vid is out there…I am going to have to dig to find it. In the real world… if mom DID watch it…it’d be the same for her as it was with the Edmonton city councillors - in one ear, out the other. The old bint isn’t the least bit concerned about the virus; she is obsesses with the social and moral leverage it gives her to torment other people with. Who’s the dummy here? Mom for her Covidmania? Or her idiot son for thinking he could change her mind with science and expertise? HAR HAR HAR!!!
Covid is a political, obedience and intelligence test…and I failed in all of them! 😂👍
Just a warning: they are going to be pushing the seasonal flu shots soon. Ya might wanna take a pass on those too this year.
Christmas Suggestion
Or maybe if the kids were older I could hand off a couple of my .22’s… but I suppose people don’t do that anymore…
Monday, 28 November 2022
Feeling Lucky, Punk?
I know what you’re thinking, dirt bag! “Did the Filthie Girl Watcher poast a pic of a pretty goddess? Or a great big fat, sweaty she-boon or green haired plaid clad land whale? You look like a gambling man to me… Well? Are ya feeling lucky…? Make your mistake!!!
Makes Ya Wonder How Deep That Rabbit Hole Goes…
Darwin and Murphy are culling the herd. I may not like it and object to their choices but it doesn’t count for squat at the end of the day. They will take airline pilots and babies alike and fairness will have nothing to do with it. Survival is a crap shoot sometimes.
Murdering My Inner Romantic
And that, my friends… is why the North American woman is where she is. Carefully not said, though… is that it’s her own damn fault, and that she’s getting what she deserves. Because misery loves company… she’ll take others along for the ride too.
Fake News I want To Believe
Sunday, 27 November 2022
Trust
I know that the bulk of folks that stop by are far too smart to be like this. Pretty much all understand that the media is biased and some think they can suss out what is actually happening by “reading between the lines”. I used to think like that but now I feel that the media is driving an agenda I hate set by people I hate and will not cooperate or comply with. I turned it all off, and tuned out.
For those of you of like mind… could you ever trust the media again…? What would it take?
How Do You 9mm?
I don’t, I shoot God’s calibre… but if I did…?
The PERFECT Turkey Rifle
Just to be clear - we’re talking about feathered avians, not their two legged human counterparts. Although… I suppose my scholarly expert choice would work on them too! HAR HAR HAR!
When ya reach my age and get a few kills, hunting starts to look much different. If I were to hunt again, it would be purely for meat and for fun, with the emphasis on fun. It doesn’t bother me at all to get skunked. One of the reasons I haven’t killed as much game as other hunters is that I am picky as hell about my shots. I get in close, and put them down with one. Although I was a capable marksman in my day… shooting animals is different, for me. I flat out refuse to chase or risk wounded game. It could happen, I suppose, nobody is perfect… but when I drop the hammer, the end is usually not in question. On targets I will shoot as far out as possible as long as there’s a good backstop.
The perfect turkey gun for the intrepid stubfart does not exist. It will have to be built. If I were to undertake the project - that would mean a black powder muzzle loader. When I say black powder - I mean The Holy Black: we are talking Swiss or Goex or home made… no (hork,spit) substitutes. I’d need a flinter too; cap locks are fine for lesser or more serious sportsmen. But I bend my knee to tradition and period correctness.
I love the Hawken plains rifles… but for turkeys I’d change it up a bit. How about an elegant Lancaster County longrifle?
There ya have it - the perfect gobbler gun! One a those, shooting cast, patched round ball? That thing’d be an absolute sweetheart on the range too! .36 calibre, spun at..what? 1:48…? What is the best rifling for the small bores?
I miss the campfire, cigars and whiskey. I think I’m going to stay retired from the hunting game… But if I ever do come out of retirement… I am going to do it in style!
Have a great Sunday fellas. If you’re smart enough to enjoy a project like this… here ya go! If you haven’t filled your tag yet…jump on that, and best of luck to ya!
Saturday, 26 November 2022
How Do They DO Stuff Like This?!?
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I knew folks that could paint and do still life studies but that was back in the days of canvas, oils and acrylics. They’re doing this stuff on computers now. Is it art? I mean… hit the off switch…and unless you can turn it back on again… the work is lost forever. You can copy this one faster than it takes to think about it, and reproduce it in exact detail as much as you want to. I am torn because…does a piece like this have any artistic merit? It only exists in an entirely artificial medium… and yet the skill of the original artist is beyond question.
But the artsy crowd have gone completely off their rockers these days. You can whiz in a jar and throw a crucifix in it and that is unquestionably art. If I wipe my bung on a Koran or draw the Pedophile Prophet - that’s a hate crime!!!!
The mind wobbles, and we live in ridiculous times.
Stand By: Incoming Message From Sparta
Supposedly if you are as strong and tough and smart as our Greek General and Nursemaid is, you’ll be just fine as you strike back against Darth Vader and his clutzy stormtroopers that undermine our nations. “4th Generation warfare, baby!!!👍”
Welp… in the real world, fourth generation warfare (which is a term used by wanks to describe what is essentially terrorism and guerilla warfare) really doesn’t work that well. In fact, without resupply, logistics and support... It tends to look like this, far more often than not.
Oh… you can’t! They’re all sleeping! HAR HAR HAR! I wonder why all the moslem terrorism dropped off so suddenly? Mostly I think, because the mass media has been forced to focus on the right narratives and current things…but you’ll notice there hasn’t been any real high profile terrorism going on, performed by the usual ululating rag heads. Why is that, I wonder?
Part of the reason for that has to be the advent of drone warfare and the willingness to use it. Don't tell me it doesn't work to deter guerillas either. It works just as well on Mohammed as it does on Nestor. It will probably work on you too if ya want to get stupid about it.I just love it when the bleeding hearts all start screaming about collateral damage when moslem jihadists are cut down by a daisy cutter when they are at family weddings and gatherings. To me…? My sentiments are, “you shot up a bus of school kids, Mohammed. Ya blew up a pizza joint full of young people. Ya car bombed an important official in front of a daycare. Collateral damage? Cry me a river ya bloody gimp!” 4th Generation Warfare looks a lot different to natural born leaders of men like Aesop when his own skin, and that of his family are on the line.
But who knows? Assuming it isn’t a LARP, and our General is so angry, so smart and so capable that he will not be dissuaded on making war on ‘them”. Welp…then ya get genocide. That’s when it’s not good enough to just kill him or his family… you have to erase his entire tribe to get any peace.
I get that patriots don’t want to hear any of this. But historically people come, people go, and nations change. I think we are on the cusp of such a change. Look at the monuments and cemeteries for rebel soldiers of Civil War 1.
I am not saying the bad guys aren't worth fighting and killing... but if ya gonna do it...and you go in without God, Darwin and Murphy on your side....You will probably end up like Mohammed and Nestor.
Saturday Ramble
Well we’d been chinooking again so I figured I’d go for a quick visit to Stubfart Airfield and run up the engine on the new bird, and have the pro’s check it over.
It was so warm out that some baby mosquitoes had hatched and were trying to eat me. They’d be dead that very night. I shouldn’t feel sorry for them… but I did, a little bit.
I was met by Baloney Bob and Rotten Rob. They are the last of the Winter Breed. They don’t mind winter flying but their friends are old and fussy Snow Birds and don’t like the cooler temps. They did some formation flying and filled the air with nitro fumes and air rage. It was glorious. Then they turned their formidable abilities on me and the Turd Bird.
Oh, that OS engine runs like a top, dunninit? The old boys went over that bird and through it with a fine tooth comb. I went a bit rich on the high end when I reset the the carbs. But other than a tweak and a small list of minor gripes… the boys pronounced the Bird ready to fly.
I taxied it around and the engine will pull that bird like a champ. The runway was a little choppy, and I want more snow before I take it up. The boys had a few nose-overs on the alternating snow and grass.
That thing is gonna fly and when it does I dunno whether it will be a let down or the high point of all this. When I was a kid I always wanted to do this. Bob and Rob just laughed at me. I guess nobody scratch builds anymore. Everyone buys the ARF’s… they come pre-covered, prebuilt right at the factory, made on jigs by factory workers. You put in your electronics, hang an engine on it and away you go. If it crashes, you buy another one. Or you can buy a kit where all the parts are laser cut. All you do is punch them out, give them a light sand and assemble them…but even that is too much work for most folks. I get that; I myself got frustrated a couple times with this thing and had to take a break. But I eventually did it. I learned to read plans, balance props, and how these things go together.
I will get the few tweaks done, clean it up…and next time out she flies…or dies. Its all good either way.
Friday, 25 November 2022
Texas Lung Shot
But…rifles? Wouldn’t it do too much damage to the meat? I remember potting gophers with centrefire .22’s and the damn things either vaporized in a red mist - or they exploded in a disgusting chunky mess. I’d just assume they’d do the same to turkeys…? Any of you fellas ever hunt them? If I were to go after them I think I’d use a .22 rimfire…