Well the winds are starting to blow cold. Regular winter temps will be here soon. We dug out Mort’s old coat for the pup to wear on long walks. The wife took it in a bit for her and it fits okay. Hannah did well on the last walk yesterday but we were only out for an hour and a half. I got cold, there’s a few gaps in my layers and the wind just leaches your body heat away. Every winter I have to re-learn ambient weather management, and re-aclimate. Gawd… it’s hard to roll out of a nice warm bed and go out into the dark winter morn. Today… I’m going to go down to the Reclusium and putter around a bit. I’ve got an “arrow shaft airplane” project running concurrently with the Dirty Bird build.
Bah! It’ll work for the little ultralight… at least now the bird has feet to stand on…
Even Flapz is going indoors. He bought another ARF kit (Almost Ready to Fly) where all the fussy work of the model build is done right at the factory. It makes for a far better looking plane, a faster build and often better performance too. We have two different projects - he’s building a sweet looking scale model of the Savage Bobber - a super VSTOL bush plane. Mine will be built out of cheap dime store supplies.
My big problem in the shop is lack of concentration and focus. I go down there and I’m in another world. I listen to podcasts, music or just get lost in my own thoughts sometimes. Yesterday as I thawed out after walking Hannah I started thinking about how the Nazis and Soviets of history are all still very much alive and well in today’s society - there are things you CANNOT say, because if ya do, you become a BAD person and must be punished by ostracism and exile.
100 years ago my daughter showed up at the house to tell us she was dropping the sciences at university and enrolling in fine arts at the local no-name college. She invited her idiot grandparents (or they invited themselves) to the family discussion. But I guess it was all good… they were there as moral support for the kid, and to restrain me from murdering my daughter. I ignored them and spoke to my daughter straight: I told her that if she did that, she’d waste a small fortune, waste 4 years of her life, and then be faced with trying to repay serious debt while working scut jobs she could have gotten straight out of high school. There simply wasn’t any demand for “fine artists” in the job market. In fact, Mickey Mouse degrees are often red flags for employers when they’re looking at resumés. But my asshole in-laws shouted me down for my heresy. I was stupid, all that was just my opinion, all education was GOOD education, follow your heart and dreams, and the money will follow that… and long story short… 4 years later they all stared stupidly at each other as everything I said came to pass.
What I DIDNT say during that family conversation was another awful truth: that women that take those fake liberal arts programs…often become rancid feminists or unhappy queers afterward. If I had said it… I’d expose myself as a BAD person that must be UN-personed and driven out of the family. Of course that prediction came true too…and I was eventually driven out of the family for being a homophobe AND a bad person!
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The lesson I learned is I no longer hold back on liberals. I say what I say because I believe it or I know it to be true and if they are going to be childish and offended… welp…fuck ‘em. Our family collapsed and bridges burned, never to be rebuilt. I’m okay with it too. Can’t speak for them but I am better off without progressive family political officers and zampolits telling me what to say and think. They piss me off.
So fast forward to today. The wife has a young lady friend from the church. She’s about 30, and engaged. She loves her man, but like us ten years ago…her family are hostile domineering assholes. They hate her fiancé and have threatened her with exile and banishment unless she ends the relationshit and sends the man packing. That just lit the wife right up because we were in basically the same boat for most of our marriage. Her family made all kinds of misery for us until I finally had enough and gave them the boot 10 years ago. I understand the wife’s point of view completely. She didn’t tell the girl what to do, she only said she had to make a decision. It was my wife’s experience that trying to sit on the fence and not take sides, not make a decision…. only made things worse for everyone. Made sense to me too, not that my opinion was relevant… this was all womenfolk business and held no place for a smelly old retarded stubfart with frankly unacceptable political opinions.
Except… The fiancé is black. 😖
Look - he’s a nice guy. His girl loves him and how they do their push-ups is no business of mine. I am actually not a biggot either: if a marriage works, it works and it’s all good by me. If I don’t like it - well… I can just go stick my head down the toilet and flush a few times, right?
Buuuuuutttttt…
I’m a denizen of Blab. That place just fascinates me. Devout Christians poast pious passages and scriptures side by each with frothing, rage headed racists, morons and loons. The place is a truth-bomb blasting zone and the fragmentation going on there is lethal. The realities about black people are terrible but make for excellent sport and humour. You’ll see cuts from Twitter where some sanctimonious white girl is poasting about her wonderful new black boyfriend. Then she’ll poast angry rebuttals to anyone that dares to mention the race realities of mixed marriage. “Suck it, you racist assholes!” she’ll tweet.
Aaaand 6 months later, she’s poasting pics of herself with a fat lip and a shiner courtesy of her abusive black boyfriend. And then she’ll tweet out something like, “It’s not because he’s black!!! ALL men are stupid and abusive!!!” A year later, and she’s poasting pics of herself and her goblin half breed child…on dating apps. Her black boyfriend is in the wind, leaving her and her child to cope with come what may. And the retarded Blabbers hoot and laugh with merriment and make jokes about ‘mudsharks’ and ‘burn the coal, pay the toll!” There’s only so many times you can see that, and not see a pattern.
I’ve also seen the legit studies. The real studies, not the shitlib propaganda. Close to 95% of black/white marriages end in divorce. It’s slightly lower for brown/white marriages, and drops right off with white/yellow marriages. They get along almost as good as white/white relationships for some reason.
Of course I could never say any of this, even if I had a say in things. For me to bring that up would scandalize the wife at church and probly get me kicked out! The moral narrative is that we are all the same, we are all children of God, and anyone that says otherwise is an ungodly bad person.
For me… I think of that young lady, and of my daughter years ago. They’re adults, they make their own decisions and the chips will fall where they will. Even if I could speak the truth to them… I doubt they would listen.
Ya know what? Truth bombs are like farts. When they blow up everyone laughs and holds their noses, they tell rude jokes as their eyes water… but sometimes those farts aren’t funny…they leave everyone angry. When young women shit themselves it ain’t good for anyone…
Good lord!!! How did my lecture come to this? Perhaps I’ve mentally shat myself the same way Joe Biden does all the time?
GAH! 😵
Another long story short… the young couple have decided to get married. The rest of their story is yet to be written and only they can write it. As for me… I’m old, I’m stupid…but I have planes to build, dawgs to walk, and chores to dodge!!
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For now I’m just like those monkeys: I can see the evil and hear it… but I ain’t gonna speak it! I hope you all are set up for a good Thursday - sorry for the novel
Cheers!
Filthie
Every white woman taking up with a black man is betraying her race. Hers is a white bloodline that failed. Those are white children she will never bear.
ReplyDeleteNot disagreeing, McC. Race mixing is only one of the many ways that modern North American women betray their families and race these days. I come from a family of shitlib women and when I flipped them off they regarded me as the traitor. I no longer care what happens to them and have no sympathy for the misery they inflict on themselves.
DeleteBut the players in this drama are different… the lady in question is warm and generous just like my wife. She deserves happiness in life and has earned it. The black fella is not your all-too-common Dindu monkey… he’s a nice guy. I am conflicted. Maybe they’ll have a good marriage? I am hopeful but have no illusions. There are exceptions to every rule and unfortunately… that is the only hope I see for them.
That's ok, the grandparents will pay for and raise the child while she continues to ride the cock carasel.
ReplyDeleteThat’s the problem… my daughter is now a militant dyke. Maybe that’s a good thing too… maybe having and angry dyke for a daughter is better than having a lunatic slut for a daughter?
DeleteAt some point our women and kids will have to un-f*** themselves. We cannot do it for them, and the only way they’ll learn is the hard way…?
Why do you bother to put up a youtube of a great song ruined by that whiny, snot nose, anti-oil sands dweeb known as Neil Young? Ian Tyson wrote the song and does it way better with or without his ex-wife.
ReplyDeleteThat’s a good point, actually…🤨
DeleteI hate that old faggot as much as the next guy…but sometimes he is a passable musician, despite being a total dink otherwise…
It will be very interesting to hear what happens with the mixed race couple. The backstory of how they met & became an item would be predictive to the ending. So would the number of visible tattoos or facial piercings. Growing up as an Aussie gen Xer, none of my school mates would have anything to do with the girls that got involved with the black fellas. (A mission nearby sent ~20 per year to our high school). The girls that ‘went out’ with them were literally lepers for life. NONE of us would touch them once they had a black fella boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteTBH, the girls that did that were all from the really tough part of town anyway, so they got some small measure of power in their lives out of it,
Jump to today, 35 -40 odd years later, it’s all totally irrelevant. I have contact with only two or three people I knew growing up back in school, and about the same from uni.
No one I know socially or at work is in a mixed race marriage. But I live in a regional centre and most of the depravity we see in Aussie daily life is in (or emanates from) Sydney. Or as we call it, SHITNEY. Eff em, lie down with dogs and all that.
That used to be the way of it here too, A.
DeleteAs far as this case goes, I am happy to stay away from it. I just hope it works out for them.
There’s only so many times you can see that, and not see a pattern.
ReplyDeleteWow,, and as true as that is, When someone allows themselves to step off the reservation, and away from the mantra
We are all the same on the inside.
That They drummed into us, well, now you are a Rayyciss.
I hate to say... your soldering looks like hell. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteAgreed.
DeleteI got it too hot and my big soddering iron crapped out. I tried to compensate by cranking up my dainty little soddering pen instead... and was lucky to get what I got. I don't think that was the right flux for a bigger job like this either...
I've known a few artists, and most do something else to pay the rent. Being able to make a decent living in fine art makes the lottery look like a sure thing. For instance, my cousin just graduated college with a degree in something artistic, complete with moonbat minor. She hit the job market, and six weeks later she returned to school. Tech school, computer programming. She's good at it and is now making a solid six figures.
ReplyDeleteAs for the mixed race couple, maybe they'll make it, but the smart money plays the don't come line on this one.