Liberals Turning Kids Into Froots

Well!!! I'm just spittin' MAD!!!

I wanted some good ol' fashioned strike-anywhere matches. These fuggin things from China are just garbage and in a pinch in inclement weather... I wouldn't trust them to light a fire. I've been hemming and hawwwing and dragging my feet on the idea of making them. It isn't hard - unless you live in a pussified, twink of a country like Canada. I swear - this place is run by menopausal old women. RETARDED old women... hell's bells, there are retarded, hormonal shrieking clot headed cnuts that show more sense than our gov't. 

To make these things is simple. The procedure is all over OyTube. All ya need is the proper compound to make the match head - which you can get from the caps for kids' cap guns.

Do ya think I can buy these anywhere? Of course not! Some pastey faced pissant liberal pin heads decided these things are a safety hazard or something. I can't find them anywhere! FFS!!!! Out of idle curiosity I started looking for children's cap guns and only did a rudimentary search but they didn't come up either. I guess they want the kids to play with barbie dolls or something? 

I suppose in the grand scheme of things it's not something to get perturbed about but... sheesh. I'll just use my trusty old Bic lighters. But even they need corrective surgery for adult use. There's a stupid childproof metal tab over the flint wheel that supposedly makes them harder for kids to light. They can be a pain in the ass for adults too! I always get out the needle nosed pliers and yank the things off.

What picks my arse is that the very, very odd cigar I have - is properly lit from a match. You strike the match, let the chemicals burn off, and then gently roast and toast the tobacco until it lights. It's a ritual.

Alberta needs to separate and partner with the US or found our own damn country and be done with those fairies and fart suckers out east for this very reason alone.

Maybe it'll make those limp wrist fairy safety nazis feel 

better when I light my dynamite and molotove cocktails with a bic instead of a match....?

Now if yall excuse me... I got some clouds to go shout at! Have a great Sunday.

… Like Squishy Pants…

 

Semantic Mind Dump

 

I’m having very vivid, disorienting dreams again. I’m out hunting on the old farm, but instead of open fields, high rise apartments are all around. Old friends stroll by. Pop. Mort and Macy snuffle in some nearby bushes. I usually can’t remember my dreams on waking, but all of a sudden they don’t instantly fade away when I wake up. Last couple of nights have been like that… I’m in familiar spaces that never existed and they are as real as my subconscious can make them. 

Ferg pees the bed at night, so I get up and take him downstairs to pee him out in the middle of the night. This morning had winter on the run and the promise of spring. +2C and I stood on the back door step in my bare feet with Ferg after he did his business. I remembered my last walk with Mort out in the country. The four of us were out on a day much like this. Mort walked where his nose led him but by that time…most of his spirit was gone and what he had left wasn’t much. He didn’t come when called, and had to be lifted in and out of the truck. Sometimes he collapsed and couldn’t get up again. I helped him up, not minding at all. Dogs tell you when it’s time for them to go; they get that look in their eyes and you just know.

I stood on the porch with the shivering ankle biter in my arms and wondered if I will outlive Fergus. Or vice versa. I wondered about Mort and Macey and about people that I pruned from my life, and those that had passed on. 

And then the li’l beaner started to whine and I went inside. Hannah had stolen my place in the bed, so I threw the pup in with them and went to my easy chair to read. Instead I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. 

I’m still groggy from it… but happy.

Indecision

 

I continue to be completely undecided about this latest flap in Iran. On one hand… I was a kid in high school when the the first Ayatollah took the American hostages in 1979. I got in trouble for calling my social studies teacher a fucken idiot. He was a shitlib f-tard of course, and he was overjoyed by the fact that a small backward country like Iran - could bring the big, mighty evil America their knees. “It’s a new world!” he crowed. Watching the bumbling Jimmy Carter at the time … yeah. You could tell the world was going off the rails, even back then. And then Ronald Reagan put a stop to it by reading the rats the riot act. They should have blasted Iran FORWARD into the Stone Age back in 1979…

But when Blumpf finally did what needed to be done… the antisemites weighed in. They say Trump is being played for a fool by the jews the same way that Jimmy was by the Iranians. My heart just broke when that young Marine got busted for standing up and saying Americans shouldn’t be sent to die for Israel. He got swarmed by five guys and wrestled out of the auditorium. Whaddya say to a kid - a MAN - like that? “Shut up, soldier! You’ll go and fight and die where you’re told to - and you’ll like it!!!” ? Others are saying that the war is all about diverting attention away from the pedophiles and criminals running our country. I’m not sure they’re wrong about it. 

This’d be a REALLY good time for the jews

to just STFU for a change…

😞

The lad will probably be punished for saying what everyone but the turd brained politicians are thinking. I hope not. My thinking is that sometimes…quite by accident… the right thing happens despite the wrong reasons that bring it about. I don’t care what anyone says either. Iran has been exporting terror forever. They’ve killed thousands abroad and at home. We’re finally in a position to turn the tables on these guys. They can no longer sit safe within their fortresses in rogue nations and order the execution of thousands of innocents with impunity. Now it’s them that can be killed without a second thought. It’s them that can’t hide from righteous retribution.  

Maybe that’s the message those mutts need to hear?

Whadda I know?

 

Friday Fergus

No sign of spring yet, other than winter has loosened its grip on us. It has been a

lethargic winter for me, where I spent too much time inside. It’s time to play outside.

It’s time to start the hikes again. Yesterday it was warm enough for Fergie so we 

took him out for a half mile, then we did 3 miles ourselves… and then took Fergie out for 

another 1/2 miler when we got home. I hate to say it but… we felt it. Ferg didn’t; he was 

a homicidal ripper as usual… but Hannah and I were happy to take a load off after 4 miles. 

We’ll go again today and by the time summer hits we’ll hopefully be ramped back up to

respectable distances. I’d take Ferg on the longer walks because I know he can do them, 

it’s just that he’s a short haired beaner dawg and he’d freeze up.

I’m seriously considering winter wear for him but he’s still gonna  have

too much exposed skin for long range dawg patrols.  I’m also beginning to

wonder about his genetics. His father is a purebred chihuahua. His mom is 

a chihuahua/yorkie/alley cat cross… but he looks just like the fella in the 

pic above. 

I get beaten up and egged by official dawg aficionados because of my heretical 

views on genetics. I say Ferg is a purebred dawg. Consider: all the “right” genes 

manifested - he looks exactly like the pup in the pic. All the ‘wrong’ genes were recessive. 

Ol’ Mort was the same…he was an unpapered Pyrenees. 

Such things only matter to breeders… and who cares what they think? Bah! That

stuff is for frumpy old women to fret and obsess over. My dawgs are champions. And -

we’ll be watching ALL the senior delinquents VERY closely. Mind yer P’s and Q’s today…

or else!

😡

Today's Sexual Red Pill

Wish I could poost this here... but ... the shitlib blue hairs, lesbians, and vibrants at Blooger are watching me like a hawk again.

Can't imagine why... but...

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