Friday, August 14, 2026

Retard Musical Chairs And Other Fun Stuff

 

Looks like I’m in first place as usual… 


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Cunt Ball


We’re not gonna make it… are we?

No, son. No, we’re not.



I’m sure we’re all just on pins n’ needles
As we wait for these women to define human sexuality for us!
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I suppose I should just shut my hole, eh?  I thought maybe the stupid would have burned out after COVID when 75% of us lost our minds and insisted that the flu was a deadly pandemic, and that our cops needed to beat the chit out of old ladies and teenagers who didn’t mask up or social distance properly.

Is this flap about women’s basketball dumber than Covid…? I’ve grown up listening to feminists bitch about how stupid men are… but looking at that cunned stunt in the pic… and all the COVID Karen’s…?

But it’s always been like this, I suppose. In our distant past, we separated the clowns from the gladiators when we gathered to watch the circus. Now…? The clowns and athletes are one and the same. When these finely tooned athletic women next take to the arena… maybe we could add some gravitas and class to the sporting event? Like, say be heralding their arrival with a full orchestra complete with the wind, percussion, and stringed sections? 

Imagine the spectacle as muscular horse faced black women take to the court, accompanied by the classical grandeur of the Retard Philharmonic Pops playing “Entrance Of The Gladiators”!




That’s Chutes on the triangle,
Mike on the kazoo,
And Yours Truly conducting
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Tempests N’ Teapots

The other day I was snoring and farting in my easy chair and trying to read through a religious leader’s screed on “dealing with contentious women”. I kept falling asleep trying to read it for some reason. But it was exactly what you would expect of a Godly man writing about disagreements with Godly women. It was common sense: be restrained. Be respectful. Compromise. Communicate…

And in the comments the first one was angry hooting: OOK! OOOKKK!!! EEEK, EEEEEEEK!!! 

Next thing Y’know, Chudstack is on fire! Angry simians are hooting and howling into the night, rotten fruit and feces are being flung left n’ right - and I enjoyed the show! What else’re ya gonna do when it’s raining outside and too wet to mow or do needful chores? But the short and long of it is - in my retarded opinion - that that pastor was way out of his depth. He had no idea what he was talking about. He is part of an institution where many churches are trying to shed their patriarchal traditions, in an effort to appeal to demonic women, while at the same time staying true to the Bible and the Creator. Good luck with THAT, Pastor!



A coven of witches celebrates the legalization of
abortion right up to the moment of birth in Massivetwoshits.

But that’s only half the story! The woman that signed it into law is catholic. And the local bishops are in a quandary on whether they should excommunicate her or not. I can see the hesitation: why should a woman be excommunicated just for murdering her own babies? I think I understand the catholic refugees that have turned up at our church, maybe? Not trying to shit on anyone; I flat out refuse to lay the blame on the faith; but I am starting to have huge problems with the clergy. It’s not the end of the world, the church has gone off the rails before. This is a people problem - not theological one.

In my atheist days I was pro choice all the way. I thought it was a good thing for shitlib women and low IQ blacks to terminate and/or abort their kids. Say what you want about eugenics - pragmatism is what it is. And we can argue about ‘the clump of cells’. But… a fully formed fetus about to be born? That IS murder and no bones about it. And our women are in very deep trouble…

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The Great Canadian Enshittification Accelerates

Well… it’s been an odd week. I went in to get a slow leak plugged on one of the tires for The Dawgmobile. “90 minutes,” the kid at the tire shop told me. I went in and waited while the truck sat up on the hoist for two and a half hours. The shop was filled with blacks and those guys had two speeds: slow and stopped! Of course, it was white people up front dealing with customers. Call me a communist - I don’t care! The only reason those black and brown baboons are in this country is to take the kids’ jobs, drive down labour costs, and voat for shitlib politicians. The rest go on welfare - and voat for shitlibs! But… I’ve dealt with this tire shop forever, and even with this crap… they’re still better than the local competitors. I told myself “they’re having a bad day. Get over it…” So, to pass the time I had the kid quote me on a set of new tires. I only wanted 4 all season radials. When I got home and went over the quote…the kid quoted me on “three season” tires. No doubt, because EVERYONE runs dedicated snow tires in winter, dontchya know! (And ackcshually… I know a few guys that do. But I don’t. Maybe I’m weird?) regardless, I went to their website, found the skins I wanted - they’re called “All Weather” tires now…? Whatever - they gave me a deal on them so I just got all of them done. I don’t like patches and slow leak problems. So… excessive hang time on the hoist, and a misquote… I dunno if my old tire shop is sliding? I might just have to start looking for a new one. I never really thunk much about tires, I’d go down to the shop, have them pick something out and have them do the install. I think I’m going to have to start doing more of the work myself. Go on the computer and buy from the online shops, and use the locals to just do the balance and install. The Z Man said that the more vibrant and diverse things get, the more things stop working. The little stuff - like filling potholes in the road, getting an order right at the drive through, and the little services that we all used to take for granted… start to become harder and harder to do. Maybe I’m just imagining it? I’m sure everyone has had an unfortunate dealing with the auto shops at some point? 

But here’s another: yesterday was pretty tough. It was time for Fergus to go to the vet and get snipped. I hate these things. All I do is worry and fret like an old woman that something’ll go wrong. But nothing ever does; the vet I have is great and they treat us like a million bucks. I also got Ferg microchipped too - if he ever gets lost, the vets and shelters just scan the dog and a subcutaneous microchip brings up all their info. Welp…it used to be you gave the vet your info, that got put on the dawg’s chip - and you’re done. Now I got a bunch of fucken papers I gotta read, websites I gotta register with, and I’m on another fucken database, probably getting spammed with junk mail…😑

Or like when I went to renew my driver’s license the other day - used to be ya went in with your old license, your social security number and vehicle insurance… and you were in and out. Now they wanted my passport, my birth certificate, my provincial healthcare number… and if ya don’t have it… screw you! No license for you! Yet… if you are a smelly retarded packie fresh off the boat from Rawlipindi… You get a Class One license, get a job driving an 18 wheeler and if you take out a school bus full of kids running a stop sign… everyone dies for the good of the Great Canadian multiculti society! 

So yeah… rant off! It’s just the little things … for now. The kind of stuff that only a grumpy old Yesterday Man would notice. No doubt I’m just a crusty old fart, bitching about nothing! Ya think more fibre in my diet will help?

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Other than that… life continues apace. The harbingers of early fall are upon us. Already. The ghost berries are out, clumps of colour appear. I cherish these walks with my pups. I always took them for granted in my past years, but now… I try to enjoy them as much as my pups do. 

I hope you and yours are out, and getting your miles in. Miles are like warm summer days… ya never know how how many more ya got left!

Cheers!

Filthie 










Wednesday, August 5, 2026

Humpday Man Made Horrors Beyond The Imagination


Yes, I need to clean the damn floor…again.
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Problem is that now that I’m retarded retired… my feet are 
just as dirty as theirs. I spent 41 years in boots and now I am a barefoot slob
all the time in summer. I run around in sandals, tasteless Hawaiian shirts and
shorts 24/7. Don’t judge me.
I earned this.

Fergus is rocking his new tactical battle rattle. I need to
use his Molle vest to carry sidearms and hand grenades
in our endless fight against the forces of evil
and senior delinquents.

Look out world! There are new crime fighters on the scene!!!




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Missed Opportunities 


When the COVID flap first started… 24 hours in I was deeply suspicious. 48 hours later I knew it was a scam. 72 hours later I knew exactly what the scam was, and got so damned mad that I was ready to start bayoneting the retarded Karens and geriatric neurotics and morons that thought the sky was finally falling.
But that’s why being a grumpy old sot sucks! I coulda had a fricken ball with it - IF I’d had the right mindset!





Lookit that dude on the end, in the green water bottle…!!! Tell me that guy isn’t both creative and original in his thinking? That is pure weapons grade inspiration (and aspiration) going on right there! 
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Hear me out: Add an Arduino or Raspberry Pi control board, some cheap Temu LED’s and push buttons and maybe some internal OLEO displays inside the helmet. A dollar store cheap rain suit, some duct tape, and some rubber boots painted silver. Some lipo powered ducted fans and Peavy Mart garden tractor air filters to take out the ambient airborne germs and sperms and viruses… and you got a chem suit that would make Harold and Red Greene - green with jealousy! It woulda been a laff riot for people with a triple digit IQ… and a sweet virtue signal for the mentally and liberally retarded!

Gawddammitalltohell. Hindsight is always 20/20 I guess.


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The Japanese Are Notorious Anti-Semites



The Japanese Oy Demon



Speaking Of Religious Head Gear:

The first faint vestiges of fall are in the air. It’s time for the church Bible camp again, and the wife is out there being a camp counsellor and supervising the girl’s summer camp. Fergus, The Niglet and I are without adult supervision for the next week. She dragged out all her camping plunder and garbage that included stuff for arts n’ crafts and games for the little ones. In the piles, I spied this little gem:



It’s a Tilley.

Tilley hats are like Tim Hortons coffee… if yer a Canadian, ya just GOTTA have one because they’re supposedly the bestest hat there is because it’s Canukian or something. It’s an expression of Canadian patriotism dontchya know… I had one 20 years ago and gave it away because it had a retarded brim stiffener that made it look like I’d wiped my ass with it or something. It always looked mangled and silly.  Since then, they did away with that and are making real hats again…? The wife has one million hats so I pinched this one (it’s virtually new, never worn), cinched up the brim Stetson style… and I finally achieved the look of a distinguished mature Stubfart.



I think I should have my own Japanese demon. One that arrives in the night, shits the bed, and wakes up the wife and disappears… leaving the groggy wife to beat you when she finds the warm surprise under the blankets. 

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The Art Of The Steal

I try to ignore Canadian politics these days. Hell’s bells - I try to ignore fuggin Canadians too! This country would vastly improve if we could nuke Morontario and Queerbec into green glass! Those dipshits are OBSESSED with that great orange bastard - Donald Blumpf. If those a-holes have to cut off ther own noses to spite him - they’ll lobotomize and castrate themselves for good measure…! Even the conservatives are doing it!
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This is Pierre Poilievre. He’s the leader of the
Canadian Conservative Party - and now he wants a piece of Blumpf too!
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The hell of it is, these idiots HAD a deal. An incredibly sweet one too! Our defence budget tab was basically picked up by Uncle Sam. We had preferential treatment at the table in trade talks. In exchange for basic courtesy and respect… we got an almost free lunch at the all-you-can-eat! We built entire industries on free access to American markets. All we had to do was keep our fucken mouths shut, and stand by our partner and ally. But when it was time to pay for that lunch - those eastern Canadian fucks screamed bloody murder when they were asked to chip in on the bill. Now the kids are living in cars and can’t afford homes and families. Our retarded geriatric seniors don’t care; they’re all ‘elbows up’ to get Blumpf. “The nerve of that bastard!!! Asking us to pay our fair share!! !” And the liberals are trying (and predictably failing) to establish new markets and alliances … with Chy-na.  How’s that going for ya, assholes?
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I dunno how many times I saw it in my career. Good, solid deals and partnerships worth potentially millions - scuttled by retards fighting over nickels and dimes. Canada is definitely in the “weak men create hard times” part of the economic cycle… and I don’t think Smol PP is going to “get a deal” either. Nor do Canadians deserve one. Maybe some soft music will restore my good humour and regularity?



This is why I don’t do Canadian Politics.




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The Pot Calling The Kettle Black

The rusty cast iron pan project seems to be a success. So far it has been through the seasoning process three times. Yennow… the in-laws have a few pieces of cast iron cookware that are close to 300 years old… and they are a deep, rich black from literally centuries of use and care. Mine isn’t there yet… but it’s serviceable I suppose? I’m going to do it two more times and see how it looks then.





That’s it for now, I guess. We are not in jail, no one has died, and I hope all is well with you and yours. Don’t forget to put the garbage out, wipe ya nose and zip your fly… and as usual - thanks for stopping in.

Cheers!

Filthie

Friday, July 31, 2026

The Filthie Plumber/Musician: Motown Funk You Up

 


This has been a big problem for United States Marines, truckers and Texans since forever.
It is a sad sign of the times that our women today 
suffer from it as well.
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Well I think we can all agree that rap has been a disaster for black music. Prior to rap, blacks had a well earned reputation for dancing and singing. I wonder why they threw it all away for simian monkey music? The hell of it is that some retarded white kids are mesmerized by it too. I have an inquiring mind - and I notice another oddity: black music celebs are mostly even more revolting than white ones. I’m old enough to remember when Whitney Houston was young and pretty enough to stop your heart. Her singing could easily do the same. I was utterly astonished when she finished up as a fat, retarded drug addicted she-boon and an embarrassment to women of all colours. 

Apropos of nothing at all I too suffered through my fair share of bathroom log jams. A few hacks: get a coat hanger and bend it out to make a toilet friendly pry bar to break up the larger logs. Metamucil is a great way to soften them for easier flushes as well. These new low flow toilets aren’t all they’re cracked up to be either.

But there are exceptions to every rule, and must be noted in presenting an intellectually honest opinion. This black dance duelist has vanquished all comers - from bird brained geese right on up to mass killing serial murders - with nothing more than super human dance skills, and some times a plastic garbage can. Make of it what you will.




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But…But… I Can FIX her!!!

A novel disruption has occurred here in the Stubfart-O-Sphere that bears further cogitation and possible comment (and may require lethal methods of containment). A young intellectual protΓ©gΓ© has appeared on the socials with a novel plan to address the plummeting birth rates of white people. This young man is prone to sophistry and pedantry as most young intellectual poseurs are. I am not sure I fully understand his argument. And I’m simply too lazy to trudge through the endless reams of his literary diarrhea, made-up words, and flawed thinking. His thesis, distilled, appears to be that given the increasing prevalence of unstable, unhappy and emotionally disturbed man-hating feminists and lesbian harridans… young men should mate with them, raise the children properly and use reason and common sense to redeem these broken young women.
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Apparently the idea is gaining traction - mostly with increasingly desperate young men seeking to establish families and assume the role of fatherhood. They refer to these hags and shrews politely as “Women with BPD”, or Borderline Personality Disorder.
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Back near Y2K I was watching the marriages of most of my friends implode. Some went through the emotional and financial wringer too. Around then, the manosphere arose. Men that had been betrayed by their feral women started comparing stories and notes at Manosphere sites. Then they began compiling statistics. Then they started establishing widespread female behavior patterns that served remarkably well in predicting feral female behaviour. Things went admittedly bad when whackadoodle theories arose to explain female motivations, and methods of dealing with BPD women. Fags like Vox Day, the Pied Pakie Piper known as Roosh - and any number of fakes and grifters arose and tried to position themselves as experts on modern sexuality and monetize their content. At that point I figured I had all the info I needed on the subject and started discussing the topic with guys like the late Uncle Bob, dissidents like the late Z Man and others. 

My experience with BPD women is limited to my militant lesbian daughter and her wife/husband - or whatever it is. She is even more messed up than my daughter. Their lives were all about drama soaked in gasoline - and zippos. The other women in our families were merely retarded shitlib progressives that are nearing the ends of their lives… and show encouraging signs of finally seeing the errors of their ways. For me it’s far too little and far too late. I avoid them as much as possible.

I totally understand the desperation and forlorn loneliness of our young men, even though my baby-making days are far behind me. But even though I’m getting older, and current events and developments have left me in the dust years ago… I think this notion is horribly naive and misled. And the young men that take to it will be as wrecked and ruined as their elders were by taking up with deeply flawed women.

I guess some fellas just need to get hit by the train wreck in order to learn from it.    

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A Flash In The Pan




Wouldya lookit that!!! 😑 

I love cast iron. Problem that stuff rusts. Especially if ya don’t take care of it!!! The good news is that it’s worse than it looks. The guy on OyTube said you soak it in a 50/50 solution of vinegar and water, take the steel wool to it… and season it with flaxseed oil. Do that four or five times for best results. 

I’ve already got most of the rust off. I will season it with whatever the old lady has in the cupboard. I think she has mazola and olive oil? Who knows? Our relationship with cast iron is tense. I’ve had to do this before, usually when the pan gets left out with the trailer stuff. I’ve heard famous OyTube cooks say that cast iron, properly seasoned - is almost as good as teflon or other non-stick pans. I intend to pull out the stops on this one and see if it’s true.

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Well!!! The Dems Sure Dunnit This Time! !!


 They’re finally gonna put Dr. Fauci in jail!
A-HYUK, A-HYUK, A-HYUK!!!
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I think I lost another friend to Covid. I was having coffee with Pete and Mary and - forgive me for saying so… but Mary looked like hell warmed over. She had black eyes but no bruising or puffiness. Gaunt cheeks, fatigue… so I asked if she wouldn’t be better off at home sleeping off a flu. She said “It’s that damned Covid again!!!”

I laughed and barely managed to choke it off. I did NOT say, “But…but…but! You took TWO vaccines!!! Quadruple boosters on both!!! And you DOUBLE masked!!!! How could this POSSIBLY happen?!?!”
Mary had given me supreme shit for not getting vaxxed and masking up, and I politely told her to piss off at one point when she got stupid about it. She bought right into the scamdemic and I just don’t get it. She has a respectable veterinary background. She should have seen right through the hype of it. Anyone with a grade 11 knowledge of virology should.

Fauci’s head should be on a fuggin spike. Gawd only knows hoe many other chicken headed, neurotic retards he created with this nonsense.

In any event - I hope your Friday is fast and short, that the sun is shining and that you have plans for the weekend. 

Cheers!

Filthie

Friday, July 24, 2026

Stubfart Wellness Check - All’s Well.

 

No Regrats



We were chatting at the Saturday cigar club about life regrets. I’da thunk I’d have a veritable laundry list of them, given the antics of my fake and gay retarded fambily… but I was just astonished to find that I no longer do. Either I am retarded too - or I’ve gotten so bloody senile that maybe I lost my list of ragreets somewhere…? And maybe… I’m better off without it? It really is true… time changes and heals everything. 

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But … They’re NICE People!!!

It’s high summer up here in Northern Alberta. The heat and the mosquitoes are terrible. I’m lucky because I’m so smelly and gross, that the bugs don’t bite me. But my poor wife… she gets bit and gets horrible big red welts. Even with copious amounts of bug dope. We were up north about 40 or 50 miles camping on our fall hunting grounds. We had lots of people with us including 6 dogs. It was non-stop pandemonium.



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That’s my new dawg. He’s getting buggered - by his father! That’s his real mom and dad in the pic! He’s a disgrace to the regiment, and no bones about it! FFS! To his credit, though - he put the run on his fudge packing father … and then tried to hump his mother! What a revolting little chit! He just HAS to be a liberal.
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Some people joined us the second day out. A couple lesbians. With a son. “But they’re nice people Filthie! You watch your damned mouth!” Flapz told me before they arrived. Had I known they were going to show up I probably wouldn’t have gone. One was reasonably pretty and presentable. The other was a scrawny tattooed bull dyke … and maybe it’s just me… but the bulls creep me right out. In their stead they were courteous, polite and discrete - unlike my retarded gay daughter. But the boy…ughhh. He’s being raised in ‘the long house’ by substandard parents and it shows. He’s already a mess and sounds like a flimp. I held my tongue and my nose when they talked about his psychological and behavioural problems… not my monkeys, not my circus.

But I hear the millennials and zoomers always idly day dreaming about the Day Of The Pillow… where they supposedly rise up and smother us wretched old boomers in our beds because we are responsible for this fallen world and all their woes and failures. I always say “go for it, kids! But remember - YOUR kids will live by your example… and when you are old and vulnerable… they are going to either take a chainsaw to you or put you through the wood chipper!” HAR HAR HAR! Even with the heat, the bugs and the perverts… it was good to get out. All my gear worked well and I have no complaints.


The wife’s small but complete camp kitchen
is rigged for foul weather



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Farts & Crafts: To Hell With Lanyards!




Well… I hate to say it… but this kid hit the nail right on the head:





I went through my paracord phase. I might make a hat band yet… but beyond that, I’m just done with paracord. But otherwise, I have come to hate the stuff. Lanyards and handle wraps made sense during the cold, long winter months when I was bored and hiding down in the Reclusium with all my plunder and hobbies. But out in the real world…these damned things are just a nuisance. I’ll keep a couple 25 or 50 footers in my stores … but otherwise I’ll leave it to the squaddies.

Nowadays I am infatuated with nylon webbing and strapping. Cordage has it’s place, but webbing is infinitely stronger than paracord, there’s no intricate knots and loops to learn, and you can do anything ya need to do with some cheap plastic buckles and sliders. My home made nylon slings are a smash hit with my friends and make great cheap gifts. Then I found some cheap Chinese cobra style buckles and started making belts. I love these things. One of my pet peeves in retireMINT life is long range dawg patrols. I get an hour or two out, and by the time I get home my bladder is bursting and I’ll be on the verge of losing containment, if ya catch my drift. Every second counts as I race to the pissoire to relieve myself… and these buckles almost blow apart with a gentle squeeze. But once the emergency is over ya buckle back up… and they stay buckled. I think ya get two for 20.00 bucks on Amazon and they’re great for casual, non-critical applications. But… if you’re suspending loads and working with tension and weight… a real cobra buckle will set ya back close to 100 bucks. That’s because they are designed to hold serious load tension and still effortlessly come apart. If you haven’t seen these yet… you need to look into them.

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Otherwise… that’s it for now. I thought I’d check in and catch up. But before I go - did any a youse guys get suckered and go see that latest Hollywood production of The Odyssey? I had to laugh when they loaded the cast up with troons and race swapped the nogs in! My sources are saying it’s not a woke film… but it still sucks. It’s long and boring, supposedly. I suppose if you’re a cinema geek and get off on lighting, dialogue and imagery it’s alright? But if you are looking for entertainment… prepare to be disappointed. Again..

I seriously miss the old days when we could still tell a story. The Odessey is a 2700 year old classic… and the fags of Hollywood STILL messed it up! Way to go, guys!
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Thanks for stopping by to check in on me, we’ll talk again soon.

Cheers,

Filthie



Thursday, July 9, 2026

The Pain In The Kraine Falls Like Golden Rain


Hmpffff…

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The usual chirping fags are all a-twitter about how the Ukes can still beat the Russians and are pointing at some of their minor long range missile strikes and spinning them as major victories. And now the Russians are pounding Kiev into rubble again. 

Crapcopter warfare seems to be on the menu again too. And I dunno what the hell to make of this. The Russkies seem to have hammered the bugs out of coaxial rotorcraft. I dunno what frightens me more: the Moulinex on the tail boom, or the complexity of the coaxial rotor head. In an ultralight application, no less! They say it can replace the role of ATVs and motorcycles but… can it..? Any idiot can jump on a bike or a quad and master it in minutes. These things…? 40 hours? 100? Who knows?

The US had a hell of a time with their Osprey tilt rotors. I dunno how many times those flying abortions decided to tear themselves to shreds - and their crews and passengers as well. But they seem to have resolved those issues… so maybe the Russkies can turn this into a viable concept too? It would be a piece of cake to put a microprocessor flight computer on it and vastly lower the learning curve. I hope our team is on this. It might be worth taking seriously…

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Best responses:

“Watch out for the-“
“Ack ack ACK ack ack!”
“It’s the jews!”
“Elon is a cnut!”

Feel free to add yours…

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Hollywood has always had a problem with guns. Even when they aren’t accidentally-on-purpose shooting each other on set (Alec Baldwin, call holding on line two!) - they can’t get anything right. 



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Y’know what? Sometimes ya just gotta shut your hole and let the normies and kids enjoy the show. Somebody make a note too… looks like Snake Plisken’s leaving his gun cabinet unlocked again. All Hollywood needs now is for some troon prop master to get the blanks mixed up with live rounds, and then…
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I watched a few episodes of a Korean SF yarn where the stronk, stunningly brave girl boss carries a bubble gum pink Beretta 92. It has a picatinny rail - but no optics. I guess she’s just an amazing markswoman? I’m seeing that elsewhere too: they have rails on the guns but no irons or optics. Maybe I should do that this year? Pull the scope off my hunting rifle and throw it away to save weight?
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Tell Me You’re A Faggot Without Actually Saying it

Well. We all know what the proper response to this should have been. Actually, there are three.

 

 



The first order of business would be some tasteful gun leather. I dunno what I’d go with; that is obviously a range gun so maybe an elegant full flap hip holster might do? Looks to be a clone of the Colt Python to my eye… I’d need to think on it a bit.

Second: A formal challenge to the other non-gay recipients to show up for an informal match: call it “The TΓΌrkiye Shoot” with the Grand Prize being a box of Tim Horton’s donuts.

Third: A reciprocal gift is called for. That would require a uniquely Canadian firearm… and we are kinda between a rock and a hard place with that. Canada used to be one of the major suppliers of small arms to the world but now I believe all the Canadian gun manufacturers are long dead. But we could still give a good account for ourselves: a good start would be a uniquely Canadian calibre - and for that…I’d recommend an 1876 Winchester lever gun in .45-75. It’s an obscure black powder cartridge chosen by the RCMP back in the 1800s. I actually have such a gun made as a modern reproduction by the guys at Uberti.  Or maybe a fine sporting Ruger No.1 chambered in .303 Brit? We don’t have much of a gun tradition in Canada which is just a shame. I know when I was just a wee one… a lot of men around here had big families, big bills and store bought hunting rifles weren’t near as common then as they are now. For most of them a surplus .303 Enfield bolt gun was just perfect for everything they had to do except for maybe recreational varmint shooting… which to them meant a .22 rimfire. 

I’ll say it again: Merica needs a 51st state that has oil and a strategic position for a serious northern airbase. Alberta needs a country, and a first and second amendment. We need to dispense with the eastern faggotry from this beshitted country we’re in… and start building a real future with good people. At some point we’ll have to work together on dealing with these liberal globalist fucks anyways… so the sooner… the better.

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Hope y’all didn’t get blowed up on July 4th! And thanks - as always - for dropping in, eh? I’m headed out with the wife and dawgs and camper next week, so I’ll try to check in sometime. Take care of yourselves and enjoy your summer a bit if you can.

Cheers!

Filthie

Friday, July 3, 2026

Retard Ramble: Much A-Flap About Nothing

 Hmmmpppppffffff.

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I’m not a fan of Sportzball.
Nog Ball even less so. 
Women’s Nog Ball even less than that!  
HAR HAR HAR!
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This stuff sucks when the guys do it - never mind the women.




But… Y’know… it kinda sorta backs up the theory a bit, dunninit? If big changes in morality and ethics need to be made - the womenfolk have to be on board or it ain’t happening. A couple years back some wank on Gab said something to the effect that we needed to readjust our paradigms. I’d hear the endless stories about blacks attacking whites and the shitlib mass media would either bury the story or downplay it. It left me just peachy with the idea of lynching blacks, and bringing back horse and bullwhips for black miscreants. It made me angry. 

According to the chud/wank on Gab - we needed to view these attacks on whites as GOOD things. A kid gets knifed at a track meet? Good! In the case of Austin Metcalf - who was stabbed to death by Karmelo Anthony, the cuck father reached out to the murderer’s parents “to pray with them” and show there were no hard feelings. The rest is a matter of public record; the family called him a white mofo, a creepy ass cracker, and said his son got what he deserved. And the father finally saw the race reality. Now he talks about watermelon felons and understands “black fatigue”. It’s too bad it cost the life of his son to see it.  But… It’s progress. His son shouldn’t have died, and the rest of us shouldn’t have to live like this.

Similarly, if enough leftist and shitlibbed white women get assaulted, raped and murdered by black morons… maybe they’ll finally stop virtue signalling, enabling and excusing violent stupid black people.

Maybe they’re finally getting the message? Who knows… for the rest of us, let us be politic and stick to the old axiom of avoiding stupid people in stupid places.


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What exactly ARE they thinking?

I just wonder at the level of retardation in our leaders, politicos and judiciary. Up here in Canada, the effort is on to make these knives go away. I just don’t see how a guy could even think these knives are more dangerous than any other. It has to be fuggin women driving this shit, maybe…? Like old, fat retarded Karen’s that push crap like this just to annoy people? 

I think I have a Kershaw fast-flipper blade in my plunder somewhere, but if I were going to do social work with a blade…I’d go with the big camp and survival knives. But then again I am not a knife fighter. I’m a fat old man and a lightening fast flipper wouldn’t make me any more dangerous than I would be with a steak knife. I guess if you want one of these things in Canada you better hurry because I understand that they are moving to ban imports of them. There are still stocks around, but once they’re gone…

For my purposes of EDC I prefer the more elegant conventional pocket knives and jack knives. If the fast flippers were to become unavailable though… I’d be sorely tempted to buy one in the states and smuggle it back here just for spite. And if I gotta go down there for a bloody knife…might as well pick up a gun too… a full auto MP5 would be nice…


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Ice cubes.

For only 5 bucks!!!

So I hear the fags in Europe and NYFC are going without air conditioning to save stress on the electrical grid and save the environMINT. In Germany they’re stacking up so many heat stroked fatalities that they won’t all fit into the coolers at the morgue. I’m hearing that the numbers of heatstroke victims have exceeded the number of gun homicide victims in the US. Apropos of nothing, I suppose. Keep sweatin’, stinkin’ and dyin’ arseholes!

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I’m lucky. I don’t have air conditioning but if it gets too hot… I can always go downstairs to the comfortable coolness of the Reclusium. I simply have a ton of reloading and clean up to do down there anyways. 

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The new whetstone from Amazon came in… and saved my sanity. I’d thought that dementia had set in, and I’d somehow forgotten how to sharpen knives. But the fact of the matter is that I was on those shitty, cheap aluminum oxide stones that would still be a rip off at half the price I paid for them. Let me tell ya - these new diamond steel whetstones are da BOMB. No oil, no water, no mess! 

Coarse 325 grit on one side, 1200 on the other. I had all my blades shaving sharp in less than 10 minutes per blade. The Gerber Strongarm, the Mora Tupperware Knife,  even my li’l Kershaw fast flipper knife are stropped and ready to go. Apparently this stone will make short work of even the new super hardened steel knives using materials like Magnacut, D2, Sandvik14C28N, REX121, etc. 

There’s sharpening jigs, swanky electric knife sharpeners out there… but for me… if it’ll shave hair…how much sharper do ya need to be? Part of me seriously is considering finer finishing stones but… bah. If I were a chef or a surgeon I might? For now… this stone is all I need.

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So… 250 years of America, eh? It’ll hack a lot of turd brained Canadians and the denizens of other shit-hole countries… but I think America is the finest experiment ever run by the tool-using super apes known as mankind. Not to stick my long Canadian nose into your American business… but you guys seriously need to take pride in yourselves, and start telling your detractors where to go and how to get there. I suppose we all do in the western countries. 

Gather your families and friends, sink some suds and burn some meat on the BBQ. And for gawdsakes… don’t let the little kids or guys like me near the fireworks. Happy birthday America!

Cheers!

Filthie 



Wednesday, July 1, 2026

Happy Dominion Day To The Real Canadians!

 


And for those poseurs in Morontario and Queerbec - 
Go suck a fart, you retards!
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