Repairing Crumbling Foundations

 

I’m watching the latest adaptation of Star Trek circle the toilet bowl on OyTube. I gave up on Trek and Star Wars ages ago. There’s no fixing them at this point. I watch Nerdrotic and The Critical Drinker retch and vomit with their scathing critiques. You couldn’t pay me to watch that shite. 

I tried to watch the latest adaptation of Asimov’s “Foundation” series on Apple but there were too many magical negroes and impossibly strong wahmen and I gave up on that too. Marvel movies are a complete write off too… and that’s probably a good place to start the redemption process. Go back to the beginning. Repair the foundations.

I outline the specifics on Blab.

* I ran first ran into J. Jonah Jameson in the 60s and unlike the other li’l spankers… I loved him. The older I get… the more I like him. He’d be the first character I’d restore.

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What Would You Do?

 

It’s just a blurb about how FDR forced Americans to turn in their gold and use his new fiat bucks in 1933.

(The fags at blogger want me to enable a bunch of cookies in order to poast pics now. My Outlook account is demanding access to all my devices so I’m going to close it… but for some reason I can’t access it anymore. The fun never stops with Microsoft). 

I dunno if I would comply or not. I’m looking at all those people lined up in the pic to be scalped… and I dunno what to think. I’d have partially complied, maybe? 

I just wonder if there’s any real way to defend your wealth from govts. I know in China everyone thought bitcoin would end the govt monopoly on cash and credit. But the gooks just told the people that if they were caught using bitcoin - it was a one way ticket to the firing squad. 

I dunno what a guy does…

In Which Filthie Visits His Elderly Mother

 

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Checking In

GM!

I’m still alive! And today is a very special day. It’s our 41st anniversary. The wife usually takes our anniversaries as a day off and our tradition is to go out for breakfast. In the past we’d try to sleep in until the dawgs had enough of it. They’d give us until 7:00 or 8:00 in the morn… and then we’d have Macey and stinky ol’ Mort climb into bed with us and roust us out. The routine would be a dawg patrol and then we’d go out. This morn we were awoken by a pitched dawg fight on the bed between the Niglet and the Beaner. This year we went out for breakfast first and then took the dawgs out. It’s still chilly out so the wife carried the Beaner in her jacket. Hannah snuffled and sniffed in the pooh and yellow snow the same way ol’ Mort did. The geese are back, the magpies are building a nest in a tree down the street and around the corner. It was a great morning to be alive. 

This week will be another bittersweet anniversary as well… our first year without Pop. Dad died hard from dementia. During his final lucid moments he always demanded that mom not worry about him. He wanted to know how his little pup was doing and how us kids were doing. He always expressed his love for us. Maybe he died well in spite of his circumstances? Mom came apart at the seams; she’s bitter and horrible now. I’m going to have to visit and take my shit and abuse, I suppose. Man up, Filthie! You’ll take ya lumps and you’ll like it too! HAR HAR HAR!!! 

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I finally got my diesel heater from Amazon up and working. Now all I gotta do is plumb the ducting into the canopy on the back of my truck. That’s just a matter of some duct tape and some creative African engineering I suppose. I’m going to have to stay in touch with Poli. He had a private range on his homestead that is in the vicinity of my stomping grounds. Last I heard from him, the fields are still under a couple feet of snow. It’s probly going to be another month before I can get in to my preferred private camp spot. If he can get into his property I should be good to go on mine too. 

I hope all of you are doing well and are off to a good spring!

Thanks for stopping by.

Filthie

Filthie Friday Fahrenheit 452: Book Burning

Fuggin Kindle’s doing it now too! 😡 Ever hear of a genre of books called “Romantasy”? It’s fuggin apostasy!!! It can’t be anything good. I know quite awhile back, books about women “mud sharking” with werewolves and vampires were all the rage. I’m glad I’m not young anymore; the kids were saying that getting dragged in to watch the movies were the most impossible shit tests you could possibly imagine. 

Y’know I went in to the local Indigo bookstore last week. I can’t remember the last time I’d been to the mall or in a brick n’ mortar book shop? The place literally reeked of potpourri, estrogen and cheap perfume. The customers: young bubble-gumming hotties in sweatpants and pajamas. Tired old cougars dressed to the nines, eying the bubble-gummers with disdain. Oblivious, impatient menopausal harridans. I felt like a hairy, flannel plaid clad smelly ape that suddenly found himself surrounded by a pride of hunting lions. My Sorel sewer boots squeaked comically as I strolled. I felt the eyes of all the predators on my back as I ambled further into the shop. I was thankful… They weren’t hungry enough to eat this stinky old ape, HAR HAR HAR!

And that’s the setting for first time I confronted Romantasy fiction. I spied a table piled with them. They looked like your average Harlequin bodice rippers, except instead of book covers showing slutty women surrendering to pirates, or cowboys or soldiers - they reposed in the arms of elfs, fairies and muscular mythical creatures. Two heavy, slovenly women were perusing the books. I felt bad for them and wondered what bad life decisions had led them to this particular place and time. (Probly shoulda asked myself that question too, come to think of it…)

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While I ruminated and idly watched the foraging chubsters, an older skinny middle aged woman had silently crept up behind me. She leaned in too close and murmured “Uggghhh! Femcels have to be the absolute WORST!” I estimated that she was spackled with 7 layers of cosmetics. She wore a tailored leather jacket, elegant ear rings and had not one hair out of place. She was hunting, but I was fortunately not on her menu. “Is that so?” I said noncommittally. Catty behaviour is not common among the womenfolk in my circle. So I asked her if they had any men’s books in this place? It seemed like everything was “Chicken Soup For The Soul”, outhouse spirituality and chick lit stuff. She pointed to an uninhabited section of the store which showed a rack of Japanese Manga graphic novels. I thanked her and was dismissed. I was tempted to wish her good hunting. I decided to leave the store and call it a wash. I didn’t find any books, but I did get a snapshot of the modern woman’s world… and survived! HAR HAR HAR!

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Female dominated spaces are not all they’re cracked up to be. At least, not for me. I dunno if I will ever set foot in that store again. Not because it’s a bad place… it’s just that there’s nothing for me in there. 

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So I tried again to find a decent book on Amazon. I found a novel called “Forever Peace” by Joe Haldeman. Back in the 70s I read his novel entitled “Forever War” and it blew my mind. At the time it was ground breaking stuff and I enjoyed it. This new book is not a continuation of that story line; different characters, different settings altogether. And I found it rather disappointing. The story plot consists of some elite enlightened vibrants lefties saving the world by turning everyone onto pacifists. I managed to get through about 2/3 of it, though. I gave u because it was becoming just more lefty message fiction and social justice warrior slop. I personally wouldn’t recommend it but your mileage will vary.

The search continues. Maybe I should try a Romantasy novel next…😊💨

Thursday Stubfart Ramble: Premium Pipe Blend Review

Well we finally got Ol’ Man Winter on the run up here. Yesterday we were chinooking and hit about +8C. It isn’t really what I’d call early spring… we are still gonna have a few chilly days yet. April is still a crap shoot too. My daughter’s birthday is on April 24. Some years it’s tee shirt weather when you can go out and have a picnic. On other years it’s ice and snow and long johns and parkas. Weather here’s like “a bowl a choklits” as my buddy Forrest likes to say. You can get anything. But for now… we’ll take what we can get.

The ice is softening up and going rotten on Loon Shit Lagoon.

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Li’l Terd Ferguson went on his first Death March Dawg Patrol too. The cell phone app said we did 4 miles total and he kept right up. He’s a neurotic li’l chit and gets sketchy outside… but he had a little bit of fun on the walk too. There’s no doubt in my mind he could go 6 or 8 miles with us no prob. Afterward we dawgpiled in the Dawg Room and we all fell sound asleep for an hour or two in a disgraceful display of utter sloth. I had to get up or we’d have blown the entire afternoon, snoring and farting. I got up and went downstairs to look for trouble to get into.

I had an old beater Bushnell 4x14 on my .22 rifle that I absolutely hate. It was on my 243 but I think it may have calved and packed it in. I like 3x9 variables the best for my rifles; and so I’ll bugger around with it some other time but for now… I’m putting an old Ziess back on the little rimfire. I want to have some fun with that this year too.

These little CZs are the greatest econo guns going today.

Handsome guns too, if I do say so myself.

A 3x9 is overkill for a 22 but whatever. It’s cheap trigger time and I’ll take it and make the most of it that I can. I need a range day in the worst way. It’s hard to see but I have a plumbbob hanging from the rafters and the gun levelled in a vice so that I can keep everything square as possible. Puttering around with that took an hour or so. I checked on the other safe queens too. While rummaging through my plunder I found some old 1/2 oz silver coins that had gotten away from my main stash and laughed. It was like getting a Christmas present, almost! At today’s prices I figure it’s about six or seven hundred dollars! I gotta get off my arse and go through the Reclusium and get everything organized down there. It looks like those stupid storage lockers off that idiot show…what was it? “Pickers”? The spuds would buy the contents of abandoned storage lockers and then go through the junk… and of course some were just junk piles but others sometimes had valuables worth serious money. The Reclusium is mostly junk and plunder and a lot of it needs to go into a garage sale or be thrown the hell out!

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I also found my old pipe tobacco stash. I grew some tobacco plants last year and processed them and put a few jars away to age. I came across the old stash so I dug out my trusty pipe and fired up… and it’s not bad, really. But whadda I know? Flapz gave me a premium cigar last month and it was a total waste on me. I am not a connoisseur and I’d have done just as well with my usual brand of cheapo stinkers. I don’t smoke much anymore. I hate waking up in the morn wondering if the dog crapped in my mouth whilest I slept during the night. It’s funny how that goes. At one time I had a respectable palate for wine and scotch but I don’t drink much these days either. I can tell the difference between antifreeze and lighter fluid nowadays and that’s about it! 

I lit up my custom blend of grass clippings, poplar fuzz and magpie droppings… and just decompressed on the veranda after supper. It burned a little fast but I thought it was just fine. I shall call my premium signature blend of pipe tobacco “Ol’ Stubfart’. Think I’ll start another crop of tobaccy this weekend, maybe. Why not? To fill that little jar up here in Canada would cost well over $100.00 easy. Maybe I should smoke fuggin pot instead! HAR HAR HAR! 

So a week or so ago I found some old zippo lighters. I’ve got a ton of Bics for my camping and hiking gear… but for some reason I got hung up with putting these old zippos back to work as well. The problem was the things are made by hare lipped retards in China now…? The fit and finish is terrible and fluid in them evaporates so fast that I just don’t trust them for emergencies or dire survival situations. I was going to make my own “strike anywhere/storm matches” too… but some pencil headed safety Nazis here in Canada made not only the matches largely unavailable… but the caps and makings for them disappeared too! I take my fire starting kits very seriously.

Long story short, I go on OyTube and see these cool tactical looking zippo case replacements. They have a gasket on them to make them waterproof and leakproof… allegedly. So I ordered one off Amazon because I watched a few reviews and the guys were happy with them. After I’d ordered it, I watched a few more vids and those guys said they sucked! Great!

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Well my new zippo case showed up today just in time for me to use for my evening smoking session. 

I did a poost on this last week or so, and one a the wanks in the comments goes “Filthie, you dumbass! If ya wanna stop yer zippo lighter fluid from evaporating - give it a wrap with Gorilla tape! You’re done! You’re welcome, you friggin retard!” 

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Was it Don? Mike? I can’t remember. Soooo… I’m gonna do a real life test. I wrapped one lighter with tape, and the other is my new waterproof/leakproof cased zippo. I filled them both, and I’ll give them a try in 15 days. I really have high hopes for the gorilla tape hack because in a pinch… the tape makes a damn good fire starter too. I’ll keep ya poosted on how that shakes out.

So..she’s been a boring but good couple a days. Can’t ask fer any more than that.

 

Today’s Justifiable Homo-Cide: Elder Abuse

 

And if ya know what’s good for ya…

You didn’t see nothin.

Move along, this is none a ya business.