Friday, September 4, 2026
Monday, August 31, 2026
The Filthie Witch Hunter
When I was a kid, back in another lifetime…my dad began to struggle. One second he was his usual affable self. The next, he’d lose his shite over nothing and it was the end of the world. It was like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It didn’t happen often, at first. But it got worse over time. And the fits were coming more frequently. And the intensity grew. It got so bad I slept out in the farm truck a couple times and was worried sick about him. I was around 16 at the time…?
The doctors were stumped. Pop saw any number of specialists and finally, after months of referrals we found one who was confident he could help. He warned us it would take time. Some pills he prescribed made it worse. Others turned Pop into a zombie. Some had no effect at all. The doctor relied on mom and I too. He told us right up front to watch Pop, and keep track of his behaviour. By doing so he could eliminate entire families of potential pharmaceuticals, and behavioural clues could point at others that might work. It was all trial and error. I thought privately that Pop was done for. But the doctor was happy as a clam. Brain neurochemistry is incredibly difficult. It may be better now, but back then the science was still in its infancy. They didn’t know what drugs would work and which ones wouldn’t until they tried them. There was only one way to find out. More months go by. Mom was starting to crack under the strain too.
One day…everything was normal again. To this day, it almost cracks me up. Pop got up early and went out and fed the animals, went for a short walk and came back and made his own breakfast before I even got up. He gave me my chores for the day. He drove mom out for shopping later in the day. After supper he got on the tractor and pushed some snow around and all was well from that point forward. There was no celebration though, we all just quietly smiled and pretended it never happened. They might have tweaked his dosages a bit… but for all intents and purposes … Pop was fine. A jar of tiny pills that cost $11.00 a month was all it took. The brain is like any other organ; it can get sick. Sometimes the sick brain can be cured. Sometimes not - and it will kill you. Or worse - someone else. Your sanity rides on chemistry so precise that a shortage or over abundance of chemicals measured in micrograms - can literally turn you into someone else.
Apparently that is what she looked like, once upon a time. I only saw two pics like that when I did a web search. The rest are all pics and vids of her glowering menacingly at the cameras… or smirking rudely at some other hag in her coven that are mogging for the cameras. A clinical psychologist involved with the case says Lindsay was hearing voices at the time of the murder. After she did the deed, the voices stopped. According to the shrink, this almost never happens in these cases. Makes sense to me - if your brain chemistry is such that it produces auditory hallucinations and cognitive reasoning impairment…it should keep doing so regardless of outside events.
Shouldn’t it? I dunno, and the expert involved doesn’t know. That’s the hell of brain science. With a lot of these cases, doctors don’t know what the mechanism is that drives the behaviour. Or the recovery. When Pop got his pills all those years ago, the doctor didn’t know why they worked.
The point that I’m trying to make is that nobody knows exactly what’s going on here. But of course, none of that actually matters. It’s all about the mass media stirring the pot, selling copy and generating ad sales, controversy, and ratings. For the feminist coven it’s all about ‘post partum’ depression and psychosis. And mogging for the cameras for likes and subscribes on Tik Tok. Vids are starting to surface of moms abusing and tormenting their babies. I won’t be surprised at all to see copycat killings start.
I’ll tell you right now - although it would kill me to do it - I’d sentence Lindsay to burn at the stake. Publicly. I’d order that her fan club be in attendance to watch too. My reasoning is that women think with their emotions. Emotions are easily manipulated and if you have a herd of mouth breathing emoting women in one place, in close proximity…they can stampede and get up to all kinds of satanic shit that can bring down families and entire communities. When they mob up like that, examples have to be made and people have to see the examples being made.
And the utter hell of it is that if we had handled this like men - instead of gossipy, clucking hysterical, hormonal teenaged girls… we might actually be able to help Lindsay.
But… whadda I know? I think I know the most rudimentary in’s and out’s of the psychosis problem in layman’s terms. But I also know that satanic evil is real and walks the earth…and the ones driving it are the loud, opinionated and sanctimonious emotional women.
You guys remember to hold your womenfolk close. If ya can, find a good church and get ‘em into it on a regular basis. Maybe they’ll take an interest in the ladies groups and social events? It (probably) won’t do anything for bona fide clinical psychosis problems…but it might give them hope? It might get a few of the milder cases off the antidepressants, maybe? It definitely WILL give them meaningful things to channel their energies into. The alternative is to have them turning their energies into Tik Tok and Twitter and stoking their rage with the blood of innocents.
Who knows? Perhaps we are already past the point of no return? Perhaps the Old World rules are gone for good… and darker roads beckon. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Thursday, August 27, 2026
Just Had That Feeling This Morn…
I went out to the range at 8:00 this morn. In the first 5 minutes on the drive out, I must have seen 10 assholes do 15 retarded things in traffic. It wasn’t little stuff either - it was deliberate “fuck you, me first!!!” BS that turn into fender benders and paint swapping if someone does something stupid. I’m an old hand at such nonsense. I just slow down, open my eyes and try to keep distance and reaction times and defensive options open.
Buddy in the truck ran a red light and… The wife’s little Rav got punched in the snoot. The wife is okay… but the guy in the truck was injured and calling 911…? How does that work? Are we gonna get sued by some shyster?
I saw all the bungholes out this morn… and I just KNEW something had to happen…
UPDATE:
I’m sure everyone will be as shocked as I am to find out that we got kinetically and culturally enriched by the Usual Suspects. ππΎ
Thank you very much please, sars…
Wednesday, August 26, 2026
Celebs, Arts N’ EntertainMINT
She sure touched a lot of souls, didn’t she? She never really touched mine… I’ve always been contemptuous of celebs… but she never really shat on my soul either, the way so many Hollywood slobs do these days. Her music was part of the background noise of my life. When she spoke, I’d listen… which is not something I tend to do with just any old celeb. When you compare her to any number of old stubfart morons like Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young or Rob DiNero … yeah… she did alright. Some people get old and stupid and should just STFU. Others retain their class and gravitas right till the end.
I hope she is off to a great start in her next life.
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I heard through the celeb sewers (that I try to ignore) that the sci-fi franchise of Star Trek is in deep trouble. Again.
The trouble - as per usual… is crappy screen writing. The story I have is that muppets are in charge of the spaceship now?
JFC. They have special effects and cinematic technologies that Gene Roddenberry could only dream about in the 1960s. On OyTube, fans are writing and producing amateur vids, literally for free. And this is the best they can do…? Who even writes this shit???
Oh… right…
But… whadda I know? Both Star Trek and Pigs In Space are kids’ shows, right? Maybe I should join Rob, Bruce and Neil - and stick my head down a toilet and flush a few times! If the little ones are getting something out of it… that’s all that matters.
Wednesday, August 19, 2026
Filthie’s Mornin Cofefeev
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Hrrmpffffff. π€¨
Everyone check your shorts. Something stinks.
Oh - wait a minute. It’s just NYFC again! False alarm. But the stink of shitlib intrigue is unmistakable, ininnit? The Usual Suspects are spinning this as if Luigi is some kind a wop folk hero. He’s that kid that shot the healthcare CEO awhile back. If I understand the hit - the kid made it his mission to track the victim down and murder him in cold blood. All pre-meditated from start to finish - and somehow the kid beat the Murder One charge…? Did I read that right?
The part about 3D printing the gun for the hit is just a pant load of bullchit. I can smell it all the way up here in Alberta. I have it on good authority that New Yorkers are just the shittiest, most corrupt cretins made in the USA and the stuff I see swirling around this one leaves me holding my nose. This one stinks more than Cederq does. I know there is a political power play in progress. But…who are the players and what is the endgame? Is anyone following this that can make sense of it?
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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 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”!
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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!




























