Hare Lipped Retard Math Problems & Other Conundrums

G’marnin!!! I’m so glad you stopped in!!! ‘It is time, the stubfart said, to talk of many things.’ How about we pick on the retarded kids first? That’s always fun!

OMFG!!!

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Who even does something like this!?! According to some random fuggin internet retard:

m + p = 220

m - p = 160

Add the two equations, p - p cancels:

2m = 380

m = 190

Check by substituting 190 for m:

190 + p = 220, p = 220 - 190 = 30

190 - p = 160, 190 - 160 = p = 30

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Why use one variable when you can use two?? Who cares if ya get the wrong answer as long as ya methodology is right? Guys like this are why the toilets on the Artemis rocket ship and the USS Gerald R Ford  backed up. This is why we gotta import millions of pajeets and kabobs to take our own jobs. This is what happens when guys like General Aesop “show their work…”! 

30, eh…? Subbing that back into the problem…  160+30=190. ❌

Clearly, something has to be wrong. Perhaps Ginderjeet or Chublubbabbabbabbabbabbaadaa can solve this complex problem..?

X + Y = 220

Y = 160

X + 160 = 220

X = 220 - 160

X = 60

Check by subbing it back into the problem: 160 + 60 = 220 ✔️

Sheesh!!! 

Uh oh. 

I think I better leave the subject of retard scholastic 

Problems right here.

This discussion could go in the wrong hole all too fast…

But for the record… You got it right, Cederq! ✔️

Full marks!

HAR HAR HAR!!!

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The fall leaves are in the wind. They started to blow last weekend. It got a li’l chilly at night too. We had a good trip.

Fergle got some new operator badges courtesy of Flapz.

It’s his first fall; he’ll be one year old in November.

He has a sweater to ward off the chill. 

During the day I ran the AC. It was almost furnace weather at night.

Everyone went to bed late.

But I stayed up with a pack of smuggled cigarettes and

a crock of fine Canadian whisky. 

That’s Caribou Crossing, if yer interested.

It’s very smooth but people will disagree on whether it’s worth the price.

By itself… I am conflicted on it too, a bit? These days the distillers wrestle and jostle for snob appeal. Caribou comes in a fancy bottle with an ornate Caribou stopper rather than a cork and screams “First Class” from the box. But in the glass, on the nose… ehhhh? I dunno. This is not a whisky to pull out on casual occasions. You’ll find it fine enough to drink but to really set it off.. you’ll need a mild Canadian autumn night, a campfire (burned down to glowing embers) - and a stolen pack of your favourite smokes. With a full moon, with coyotes singing on the breeze? It’s exquisite.

The next morn, though…?

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The next day, tragedy struck. Our camping companions - Flapz and M… they had been getting ready to welcome a new baby into their family. They bought a pup named Loki…he was just a couple weeks old and still had another week or two to go with his mother before being taken home. The breeder called as we were packing up to go home… I guess the little bugger developed respiratory problems in the night and was gone by morning. Poor M was in tears and some campfire smoke might a gotten in my eyes a bit too. They had pics of him on the phone and everything.

Of course such a tragedy calls for tact, restraint and sympathy so I opened up and shot my damned mouth off. I told M that it sucks, it hurts, but ya suck it up and keep moving! A modern man needs at least one dawg. More is preferable. He needs a dawg, a rifle, a truck and a rod. These are basics and they’re mandatory. Womenfolk need dawgs too. When your truck dies, you replace it. When you shoot the barrel out on your rifle you rebarrel it or buy a new one. Dawgs are the toughest but it’s like wiping out on a motorcycle… you’ll get up, you dust yourself off and you get back on it. Traumatic losses like that are best faced head on. For better or or worse I told them to pick out another pup and get it done. I didn’t say any of it to be mean… I just felt so damned bad about the whole business so I shot my mouth off about the way I’d handle it. I may be an insensitive oaf… but in my defence, my heart was talking rather than my head! One of these days maybe I’ll learn to shut my hole? People have to face these things their way…and I forget that sometimes…I guess I am a retard too.

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But even stopped clocks are right twice a day. We got a text to be at Flapz’ acreage on Friday night. No explanation - only other info was that our attendance was mandatory. 

This is Loki’s sister. Her name is Luna.

M took my scholarly advice.

Luna is a Rottie and she is going to be a monster. She’s 8 weeks old, as big as Fergie but double his weight. Hannah and Fergus apparently approved of her. She has great big mitts for paws, beautiful brown eyes and puppy teeth that are as sharp as fish hooks. I am green with envy but my wife won’t let me have anymore dogs. But… sometimes the good guys win, and this story has a happy ending. I hope it is an even happier beginning. Welcome to our tribe, Luna. 

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King Peter disappeared into the bush awhile back and I wrote him off. I figured the coyotes got him but it turns out that he knocked down a nice li’l elk.

Lots a meat for the freezer, and if he’s not careful, I’ll have those antlers and will be making knife handles with them! HAR HAR HAR!!! 😊👍

I don’t get it - this year he bought a new high end Winchester Model 70 in .280. I was at least smart enough not to tell him… but I hated it. At the range it wouldn’t properly kick the spent shells out on the ejection. For the amount of money these things cost… I’m gonna say it…THIS is why our jobs are being outsourced and we are getting replaced in the workplace in our own countries. That rifle was sold as a premium gun at top dollar… and it doesn’t eject….? How does shite like that even get past QA/QC…? 30 or 40 years ago North Americans didn’t build crap like that. I personally had a Marlin Guide gun malfunction right out of the box too. I’ve seen sloppy tolerances and shoddy finishing on other guns. If we don’t pull up our damned socks, this kind of crap is going to kill us and rightfully so. Bill Ruger, John Moses and Oliver would shit their pants with rage if they were alive to see the crap coming out of the factories these days.

Pete also informs me that he’s looking hard at a high end Euro gun.

What in hell is this?

And why does King Peter want it?

It appears to be a pricey H&R style break open single shot. I dunno what chambering that is…? Almost strikes me as some kind of archaic forerunner to the .220 Swift, maybe? Comes with brass and dies for a couple grand. Peter ordered me to do a feasibility study on it. The reloading bench gurus say that more brass can be made from the parent case - the 7x57R. This isn’t typically amm that is found everywhere.

I have very limited experience with this kind of reloading. Out of curiosity I tried making .243 cases from .308 brass. Necking and trimming was easy enough, and they’d chamber just fine. But to reload them I would have needed to invest in a neck turner. And then I guess the cases would need to be fire formed? 100 years ago, Baloney Bob used to make ammo for a wildcat he came up with called the “.240 Pronghorn”. All it was, was a 7x57 necked down to 6mm with a blown out and improved shoulder. If a bum like him could do it…there’s no reason us stubfart retards can’t do it. But…ughhh. 

I am getting old and lazy. I told Pete to shit or get off the pot. Buy the gun and we’ll figure it out… or pass on it and get something more sensible and easier to feed. I totally get the attraction to archaic rifles in obsolete calibres… but bringing them back from extinction is work… and I’m not particularly interested in that these days…HAR HAR HAR!

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So… my autumn, in my autumn years, is off to a good start. I hope you guys are getting out and enjoying the changing seasons, and that your families are as well. Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll check in again next week. 

Take care.

Filthie

Sick Puppies: Today In Pooh Crime

This poast is so heinous… so awful… and graphic… I HAVE  to bury it under the fold! I know guys with weak stomachs and constitutions like Mike, Cederq and Bear Claw - why, they’d keel right over dead if they saw real horror and senseless crime like this!

Pearl clutchers, snivellers, and especially bed wetters are strongly advised - do not proceed beyond this point.

High Speed Low Drag Enshittification: From The “Serves Ya Right” Files

I’m old enough to remember the days where businesses and senior execs wouldn’t consider - even for a second - the profit margins involved with cutting your own throat. But I guess now that it’s part of the business cycle. With some companies it took decades - Rolex (of all the people) has been cutting its own throat with their legendary Submariner and GMT watches for ages. In the watch world, anyone who can afford them… no longer wants them. 

Enshittification applies to everything now… and the speed of the process seems to be accelerating. I’m looking at vehicles and everything out there just turns me right off. I’m flat out not going to buy anything that runs off my cell phone, needs subscription services for anything to work… and costs more than my house. 

The reason this comes to mind is my good buddies at Temu. Two years ago I bought some cheapo runners for dawg walking. I figgered if I got a couple months out of them they were still a good bargoon. The wife bought me a pair that held together for two years for about $7.00. (I can’t remember how much they cost - but it was a pittance). If you’re like me, you can scrap a pair of Adidas or Nikes in 6 months or a year. The wife saw them go on sale and bought me two more new pairs. Well…. I finally had to let the original pair die after an honourable and hard service life… and broke out a new pair.

HFS! They were complete GARBAGE. They’d have been a rip off at half the price! I need a bit of support and fit from a shoe but these things simply would NOT fit! A few blocks - and me feet would slide over the sole and they hit the garbage can on day one. Maybe the chinks put the retarded kids in the sewing machine sweatshop the day those were made…? I broke out the second pair … and the same thing again…! I’m hobbled right up after less than ten miles now!

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Even at three bucks a pair, these things are a rip.

I’m tossing the second pair too.

I can’t really bitch I suppose. I shoulda just spent the damn money and paid for quality footwear. But the wife can’t say no to a bargoon! And who can blame her when the first pair were such champs? The hell of enshittification is that we are paying corporate shithawks to shaft us…and themselves, and anyone that works and does business with them. I don’t get it?

I’m going back to my trusty shit kickers. Those are Redwing moc toes I bought in 2019. I wore them hard for four or five years… and the treads are bald and worn down. They are going in for a re-sole next week. That’s going to cost around…$200.00, maybe? If I could get another four or five years out of them I’d be happier than a pig in the mud! They wear like bedroom slippers. But… how long is it until Redwing Shoes enshittifies itself…? 

The Racist Overtones Of White Cheerleaders

100 years ago I was a kid that went to FR Haythorne junior high school. The school was infamous for its ‘Opps”.  Opps were properly called Opportunity Students. But honestly they were just retards. What really made these kids ‘special’ wasn’t their lack of cognitive ability… it was their courage. Those kids were absolutely fearless with no concept of self preservation or consequences. And if you wanted to pull a fast one in Haythorne school but were too chicken to face the consequences - you got a fuggin Opp to do it for you. (No, i was not an Opp but you would be correct to suspect it). Unlike me - our Opps had the courage  that would shame a kamikaze pilot or even a green bean United States Marine!

One day after school, Old Man Martin was enjoying a smoke with the other bus drivers as us kids slowly loaded onto the bus to go home. He had foolishly left the bus idling while us kids trooped on board. Out of nowhere… this brain wiped 13 year old Opp got on, and calmly sat in the driver’s seat. He closed the door, put the bus in gear…and we all went for a couple laps around the parking lot before we had a low speed crash in the teacher’s parking lot. The bus drivers all got in shit and were never again allowed to leave their buses while the kids loaded up at home time. Woe be unto he whom forgets the almighty power of the Opps!

Another time, my buddy, Pee Head (he got his nickname back in grade two) discovered a service hallway that led to the school’s boilers and electrical switch gear. The old school was built in the 50s and its main power cutoff was a big honking lever that, once thrown - would shut the entire school down. Right beside it was a door that a juvenile prankster could use to escape outside after plunging the school into total darkness. Pee Head threw the lever a couple times before growing bored with it. He also feared getting caught so he taught the Opps how to do it and we started having daily black outs at school. Rumour had it that the same Opp was always doing it but he was too dumb to learn from strapping, spanking and other painful corporeal punishMINTs. Of course the adults were furious and wanted to lock that corridor down. But I guess the fire fighters held things up because they wanted no barriers between them and the switchgear in the event of an emergency. Eventually the fire fighters were over ruled and Pee Head and the OPPs got locked out for good. If the fire fighters ever had to get in fast in the event of a fire… some deft axe work would get them through the door as fast as a key.

I suppose there’s a good reason why all those public educators are neurotic union assholes that think they’re under paid!!! HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! 😂👍 HAR HAR HAR!!! Errrrr…please bear with me, this is going somewhere, I promise…

I bring all this up because I’m seeing the same Opp principle at work in my life now. That craven coward - Eaton Rapids Joe - finds objectionable innernet content but he’s to damned chicken to poast it on his own blog where the grown ups will give him shite for it. So, like Pee Head all those years ago - he passes it off to the blogosphere Opp to poast it for him. In other words he passes it on to me knowing I’ll poost it up and get in chit for it!  

I’m already on very thin ice with the Blogger Gestapo for Crimes Against 🌈The Community🏳️‍🌈 so Rather than invite the fury of the Pink Shirts … I poasted it in a squalid, fetid corner of Chudstack:

The Racist Overtones Of White Cheerleaders

I hope you all find it as inspiring and entertaining as Joe and I did. I hope your Friday is fast and short, and that you’re able to keep your pronouns, washrooms and orifices correct over the weekend. Thanks again for stopping in.

Cheers!

Filthie 

Filthie Science Theatre 3000 AD And Other Ass-Hattery

I think it’s actually called “Mystery Science Theatre 3000”? It stars some guy with a couple retarded robot muppets and they sit around watching horrible old sci-fi C or even D movies from ages past? The hosts sit in the movie theatre seats and throw popcorn at the movie screen, they slag the actors, the plots and themes from the days of The Old World Order? I’ve only ever seen clips of it on OyTube.

I’m watching “Beyond The Time Barrier” produced in 1960.

I’m only halfway through it but I intend to finish watching it when chores permit.

I’m also watching the “12 Monkeys” TV series which, I think, is a whored out version of a 1995 movie. Comparing and contrasting the two shows is the difference between night and day… but there’s so many similarities too. It is my conviction that there has been almost no new original thought in the scifi space since about the early 70s… maybe even the 60’s? Dystopian plague, time travel, rinse and repeat. If you choose to watch the old 60’s flick… around the 40 minute mark, the egghead scientist characters explain to Our Hero how his jet/rocket fighter plane attained the speed of light - and I was just smitten. Up your ass with your Relativity, Einstein! HAR HAR HAR!!! I suppose there were even elements of proto-shithouse-environMINTalism in it!!! But it was pitched as a sci-fi horror.

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I suppose sci-fi has always been “message fiction”. One of the big tropes was about how messing with the atom could have horrifying consequences in the future. So it goes for gene manipulation, eugenics, oddball social movements, etc. But… in the campy, corny old world movies, the message and scolding was at least sincere. Nowadays, the messaging is all fake and gay. Sci-fi has been hijacked by the queers, feminists, socialists, and other degenerates to polish turds for their preferred lifestyles, agendas and warped values. It’s so tiresome and disappointing.

This refreshing scifi movie just came out on Netflix and Prime.

“Signal One” is refreshing in that it at least tries to return to sci-fi roots, where the yarn is actually trying to tell a science based story rather than justifying fudge packing, cnuty girl boss feminism and other ass battery. It’s not a blockbuster or cinematic trail blazer… but it is fun… unlike the majority of repetitive and derivative gender slop being seen today.

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Contemplating A Move…

I’ve tried to move away from Blogger before. I was catching flak from Community Terms And Conditions Nazis at Blogger for crimespeak and crime thought. I flipped the middle finger at the pig noses, the 425 lb. Tinkerbelles and other fairie folk, cancelled the blog and moved to Blab. I had a couple problems with Gab though - It didn’t allow me to format my stuff the way I wanted. The other was that the platform was a shit magnet for real, bonafide Nazis and lunatics. We’re talking guys that seriously propose to liquidate da joos, the vibrants, and gawd only knows who else. You can bet your arse that it was an FBI/CSIS/Interpol/etc honey pot for the three letter agencies. Not that I was afraid of them or the loons or anything… the rude and dirty jokes and memes were superb. The furtive and secretive mysterious M hangs out there with some of the other stubfarts. But… it didn’t feel like home, if ya know what I mean?

So… I came back here set up again… and started seriously looking for new digs that would respect free speech as Blab does… but with better blog functionality. And…I think I found it, maybe? I chit-poasted a couple trials and I personally like it. I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look - if you have the time?

Axe Flingin’ *aggotry

What We Lost And Why

A word up front to the retards and stubfarts: I will tolerate NO rude jokes or snide comments about my axe-related negligence stupidity retardation…Ughhh!!!!  Okay, alright!!!! Maybe I DO deserve a royal flush in the bloody terlet!! ! But… I don’t have to like it!!!

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There is only one negative I’ve found with using Substack. At first you will get positively SPAMMED with lunatics like these:

And these

And these

And these

Etc. 

The good news is that the algorithm on Substack is pretty good. The secret is to start blocking the Usual Suspects without mercy. Follow and/or subscribe to guys like Art Sido, Matt Bracken, Yours Truly or any other stubfart talking head that pops up on your feed. The algorithm will start filtering out the sewage fairly quickly. So far I’ve had no problem with the censors and lunatics that infest the other platforms. In fact… I think I’ve fallen into the corner of the platform that the kids call “Chudstack”.  

I’m 80% convinced that I’m gonna move there. I’ll keep this blog open as a back up, maybe?  Let me know what ya think, if ya would.

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Early Fall Needful Things

The first leaves are turning and falling. I haven’t smelled snow on the wind yet… but it’s coming. The hell of it all is that I ran out of firewood for the backyard pit and camping. I have the block house full of seasoned cut rounds… but I need to get off my arse and split them. I can’t swing an axe like I used to and I bought a cheapo electric splitter 100 years ago.

I an SO thankful for this appliance. I have low back issues but even so… I’ve easily split a couple chords over the years for ourselves, friends and family. It’s slow… but it’s a “tortoise and the hare” scenario. You might be able to swing an axe like Paul Bunyan but… for how long? I can do this all morning long and maybe a little bit more. Today I put up several wheelbarrows of split, seasoned firewood… and it’s time to soothe my aching back muscles.

 

Ahhhhhhh… is there anything better or more relaxing than a methane 

bubble bath?

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Well I hope y’all are keeping up with your chores, that you’re productive and useful… unlike me! The days are getting shorter and I’m told that Alberta is scrapping daylight savings time now? The spring ahead/fall behind thing never really bothered me personally but the whiners couldn’t stop bitching about it! So I guess I’ll be hanging out with my buddy Oskaar in Iceland this winter…

Take care, you guys - and I hope we’ll see ya next week.

Cheers!

Filthie

Which Way, Western Man…?

Either way, fellas… the future is unquestionably female! HAR HAR HAR!!! HAR HAR HAR!!!

The Filthie Witch Hunter

 

Burn her!!! I’ve got the funnel…!!!

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It doesn’t help that this woman looks like a hatchet faced

axe murderess that should be burned at the stake.

Or the cackling feminist hags that idolize her and ham and caper

for the cameras outside the courts and during the sessions.

When the hags show up…justice will

perish. It always does.

I hate to be ‘that guy’ - at least in cases like this. But I see what’s going on here… and I want to kill someone.  

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.