Goy Morning

 

Looks like our masters best friends and allies

decided on a municipal beautification program

for Tehran. 

Orders to follow soon.

Deplorable Me 😂

 

What happened in that locker room in Milan says everything about how this administration sees women in sports, and women in general. They are deplorable to the core.

- Slade Wentworth

Read on Substack

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Old Junk: Recommendations, Men?

A couple weeks back i broke out my beloved old Kelty 4 season tent and went out for an over-nighter just to make sure the moths hadn’t eaten it and test some other new camping equipment. It was a wonderful night outdoors and out of the house.

Everything worked great but my old tent is showing its age. It’s gotta be coming up on 30 or 35 years old now. The shock cords inside the poles had fossilized and one actually broke. They all need to be done. Modern tent poles are made to come apart so you can replace the shock cords if they get cut or damaged. The old tent poles are not. The come apart on the last segment that fits into the peg outs on the tent…but not the other end. The shock cord is embedded inside the pole on the opposite end with some kind of RTV or epoxy.

I was just going to order new cord and epoxy the running end in the last segment much the same way it was built… but do any of you have any better ideas?

They slot together in the standard fashion… but if 

I get the least bit sloppy with the epoxy…

That pole is ruined.

If any of you old hands have a better idea… I’m all ears. I’d hate to throw the tent out. It’s not worth anything and I’m thinking of gifting it to the kid’s club at the li’l chapel out in the country. But it does have lots of memories and sentimental value for me. Back when I bought it hardly anyone did winter camping around here. It was great to get away with the wife, Mort and Macey and we spent many great weekends just hanging out at the campsites. With nobody around I’d break out the .22 and start shooting crackers for targets. They’re biodegradable - assuming the magpies don’t get them first.

Bah. If I don’t hear from ya and I botch the repair I’ll just throw it out. It’s funny, the way a guy gets attached to everyday things that others take for granted. I’ve got a plain, unremarkable 80 or 90 year old enameled tin cup my grandmother gave us. It was in her porcelain tea cup collection where she had fine China cups literally fit for royalty. It was a prideful and elegant collection and I asked her why she had it in with the other stunning cups. She just shrugged, thought about it, and then gave it to me. “I used it to scoop kibble for the dogs, long ago.”  Today it’s still on the job. It served Sled Dawg Sally, Macey, Mort and now the Niglet Bed Hog and the Bag Biter!  I have no one to give it to so it’ll probly get landfilled too in time I suppose.

Bah! The weather has me down today. In typical March fashion, it’s coming in like a lion. Warm and cold air masses are duking it out in the stratosphere and temps are all over the place. We got beautiful weather yesterday that ended in mid-afternoon with a snow squall. I am so ready for spring…

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The Filthie Raconteur Reports

 

Well of course she did, you little shits! How could she not? 😡

Because back in the 80s, that’s the way we rolled! Underwear was WHITE. Clean underwear was as white as the pure driven snow, or a Klansman’s bed sheet or cone head! You could SEE what was on it!!! In times of adversity when luxuries like clean underwear were unavailable - why, we went WITHOUT! And we LIKED it!!!  Not like you faggy little chits today, with your multicoloured thongs, you multiprononed troons and pussies!!! 

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Ooops. Oh dear! I got so damned mad, I pooped my pants with RAGE! But! No matter! Because I’m not wearing any underwear… I just hike my pant legs up a little bit and give them a shake…and the turds fall free and roll away! I’ll blame the li’l pup for them and no one’s the wiser…

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I fear I got off on the wrong foot this morn - and I need to get back on track. I’m gonna slam a big tall glass of Orange Metamucil, lie down and calm down until my blood pressure comes back up and my brain starts working again.

Remember to give thanks for small luxuries - and the fact that it’s Friday. As always - thanks for stopping in.

Filthie

The Filthie Plumber 💩👍

 

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Whadda they teachin’ the damned kids these days?!?!

The height of the water or pressure head is the kicker.

Assuming they’re the same, and the outlets are identical,

they’ll empty out at the same time.

Won’t they? 

Espirit De Corpse

 

Uh-huh.

Anyways - have you guys updated your accountability lists

for when the revolution or civil war starts? 

The vestigial sense of chivalry stirs within me. But it’s short lived. Marie Antoinette had her moment. Elena Ceauşescu had hers. There’s women in this world that need killin’ just like some of the men. This menopausal harridan needs a trip through the wood chipper. Someone sent me an email awhile back. It was a story about how this bint was at a training base back Iraq during the Sandbox Wars. The base came under fire; and the story goes that she had the boys fire up the chopper, load it with antique rugs and souvenirs she’d bought - and then she hopped in and they took off… leaving the squaddies behind to fend for themselves. That’s real Canadian leadershit right there… but who knows? Is the story true? Ya can’t believe anything you see or read these days without checking it first, but I wouldn’t doubt it given her other antics and ideas.

Women have always been a big problem in the Canadian forces. I remember way back when I was just a li’l Filthie in elementary school. We were watching some 8mm film and it showed a clip of our Great Saviour of the time: Pierre Turdo, the prime minister - meeting with the brass to discuss “peace keeping”. One of the senior officers he was meeting with (a general in the RCAF? I can’t remember)… was a woman. She was about 4 feet tall, 4 feet wide and had whiskers. 

I sat with the bad kids on the retarded side of the classroom. Beavis asked what in hell was a deformity like that doing in the military. Butthead giggled and said she looked like a troll or a goblin. I laughed and agreed. The people in that meeting looked like characters from a Rocky & Bullwinkle cartoon. The teacher got so damned mad that we all had to stay late after school. “It’s not nice to judge people by their looks!!!” 

I wish I could go back in time, and sit down with that teacher again as an adult. I’d tell her that officerette in the film was obviously a DEI midget, the Pierre was an effeminate bisexual flimp, that Castro shagged his whore of a wife and was Justin’s biological father and he would grow up to be a lisping bisexual turd brained idiot just like his father. 

Aaaand I’d get beaten with a yard stick (the metric system wasn’t invented yet) - and sent to the principal’s office to get strapped! HAR HAR HAR!!! HAR HAR HAR!!!

Ehhhhhhh… HAR HAR HAR! 😂👍

You Americans really need a 51st state! And us Albertans… we need a fucken country. This one’s an embarrassment. And anyone that signs up to defend it is a sucker.

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The Filthie Doom Scroller

 

The next generation has failed.

Our race is doomed.

DOOOOOOMED!!!

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Chutes. Don…initiate the global self destruct sequence. 

Abandon all hope.

There is no redemption for us.