Athletic Injury...?
This morning the Niglet and I went on dawn Dawg Patrol. I've been letting our miles slide for too long so a nice medium walk was on the agenda today. We did an easy four miler - out the door at 6:00 am. It is still cool in the morn and the poor black pupper just gets fried as the day gets on so I figured she'd handle it no problem. But around three and a harf miles out... she began to pant and limp...? When I got her home I got some breakfast and treats into her and when she settled down I checked her out. Ya do the first-aid thing where you gently feel them up and if they twitch or whine ya kinda get an idea of where the problem is. I think it *may* be her back leg ...? She got fussy and tried to protect it a bit so I will keep an eye on it. We might start going out earlier too, because it starts heating up at around 7:00 am or so around here. I hope the little bugger is alright... time will tell. But she is doing good otherwise. Out on the walk this morn she took a dump and then tried to wipe her bum by scooting - in the middle of a bloody intersection! Like her master - she is all class, all the way!
A Church That Seriously Needs to Get Burned Down
Up here in Canada, that fart sucking retard - Justin Turdo - stirred up all the First Nation Freeloaders by insisting that the catholic church - through the efforts of priests and nuns - where actively genociding natives during the Residential School programs back in the early 1900s. (The aim of those schools was to get some schooling and education into indian children by putting them into church run residential schools where they would learn manners, math, literacy and other essential skills required of civilized human beings). It was ridiculous and a hoax because (of course) - absolutely NO evidence was ever found to support it. No bodies, no graves, no records. But the shitlibs were adamant that the church had committed mass murder, and a ridiculous and nauseating virtue signaling political movement set up where Whitey and the Church were expected to beg forgiveness from the natives for a crime that never really happened. And of course, those drunken wastes of skin ginned themselves up into a rage and started burning down churches as a result, thinking they were avenging past wrongs. Kinda like the 2Gs in America wanting reparations for slavery 150 years ago - even though none of them were ever slaves, and none of us were ever slave owners. Instead of chimping out... our red 2G's burn down churches. It is still a concern to the churches up here - some drunken chug could show up at any time and throw a fire bomb through a window and the flames reduce your church to ashes.
Now... I dunno if this church is Roman Catholic, or Anglican or whatever - I don't even know what denominational differences are in that.... but... hell's bells! You don't apologize to these mutts - especially if the accusations are untrue! It's churches like these that end up with angry, stupid lesbians in the pulpit and and flying rainbow flags out front! Sucking up to those rage headed red retards will not placate them and only make them angrier. If they want truth and reconciliation, here it is: without Whitey, you red morons would be killing each other in vicious endless intertribal wars, you'd be crapping in the forest without TP and you'd be facing periodic pestilence and disease without medicine! I don't know what any of these guys are thinking.
Sheesh.
The Filthie Cigar Connoisseur: Dead Stubfart Cigars
Awhile back I did an informal review of Dead Baby Cigars. The pic on the package featured a dead sproglet that was supposed to shame me into never smoking again. That didn't work - so now we have pics of some dead stubfart with all his guts hanging out trying to shame me into only smoking healthy products - like pot! I don't think they put pics like this on legal pot, do they? I never really got into pot as a kid. It might come around at parties when I was a teen and I'd take a quick perfunctory toot to be sociable and pass it on... but it never did anything for me. In any event - you will not see real connoisseurs like Karl Ushanka smoking crap like this... but for a casual smoker like me, a stoagie like this with a enamel tin cup of coffee in the morn just makes the world right again. Back in the day they woulda cost 5 cents each. I think I paid $20.00 for them. They're fine for a cup of coffee in the morn... but if you have the good scotch out... you will want a good cigar to pair with it - not Blunt Berry Phillies. Just my two cents, your mileage may vary.
Mental Decline
I'd just finished my morning coffee when the phone went off with another important text from Flapz. He poasted a rude joke but I was just fuzzbarred by it. I didn't get it! What is it??? My brain short circuited and I went into a semantic poop-loop and couldn't figure it out. What's that? A Brownie? On a retard...? What?!?!? Finally I broke down and asked Flapz to explain it. It's a brownie on a downie. FFS - I am gonna pound him next time I see him. That's almost as bad as BP's dad jokes. Ya know what? I think I am a downie. I should probably be offended by that...
But I suppose I must make allowances. Flapz is getting old too and has been forced to downsize. He decided to trade off his UTV - a sweet Arctic Cat 700...
The sign says it's an Anglican church, Glen, but I get your point. In the goodolUSofA, the indians outnumbered us interlopers by a helluvalot. Did they come after us? Some did, for sure. For the most part though, they were so busy fighting with each other to mount any kind of offense against us whities. They were too busy trading their women for horses, both with other tribes and with us whities. In the end, the indians were outnumbered and outgunned, and suffered the same fate as most conquered nations at the time. By the time they got their collective poop in a group it was WAY too late. Given the mentality of the times, the indians are lucky to have any genentic line at all. Somehow though, the indians are the only perfect people on Earth. I remember watchin "Dances With Wolves," where at the end, a screed started scolling up the screen saying that this "great horse culture" that had endured for a thousand years had been eradicated. Never mind the fact that, given the time period set in the movie, that horse culture could've only existed for a few hundred years at best, as there WERE no horses in North America... until the SPANIARDS BROUGHT THEM!
ReplyDeleteLong story short, I owe the indians NOTHING. I owe the Wakandans NOTHING. END.
"Cake on a flake, maybe? It's kinda like the "vanity" license plates here in the land of fruits and nuts. People pay an additional $65.00 PER YEAR to sport license plates that say something only decipherable by them... I don't get it... Then again, WHAT ABOUT California do I get... except the bills?...
Well I think you hit the nail right on the head. This “heroic horse culture” - if there ever was such a thing - never manifested itself in any way, shape or form in the current day. Our reservations are human landfills ruled by arson, incest, murder, rape, drugs, booze and corruption. These people were never heroes. All that gave rise to another problem: native women started going missing in large numbers. They’d completely disappear - or turn up dead with no witnesses. Obviously the heroic horse warrior’s couldn’t be responsible - and the Turdo Regime decided Whitey was responsible for that too! A full investigation was launched, with the noble liberal faggotry promising to get to the bottom of it - and the last I saw, the made a flowery statement about how they sympathized with the poor natives… and they were diligently still working on it! Assholes. I suspect that all the clues pointed at the natives themselves that the “investigation” was quietly dropped.
DeleteOur natives get free food, free housing, free education, free medical, free dental, and special treatment at hiring time. Those assholes owe ME!
I'm an member of the little known chushlahushlut First Nations Band. Our motto is 'expect the unexpected'. After several thousand years roaming the extensive BC Coast there are, sadly, only 12 of us that remain. If we don't increase our numbers soon we will be at holocaust survivor levels in short order.
ReplyDeleteChutes Magoo
Yes and it’s probly all my fault no doubt! How much money will I need to keep ya from burning my church down? You definitely don’t want to scalp me…I’m a little thin up there and you’ll need a really sharp knife to peel it…😂👍
DeleteRe the niglet's limping: ACL injuries in dogs seem to be common these days. One reason being promoted is neutering when dog is less than 1 year old. Or maybe she was just having a gimpy day. And people having pet insurance is a godsend to vets. JMHO.
ReplyDeleteMiss Minnie
Oh boy. I got the pup done at 6 or 8 months. She was just too popular with the boys at the dog park and off leash areas. I asked the vet about it and they seemed fine with it. Ughhh…I’ll shoot myself if I find I hurt her…!
DeleteYour problem, like ours, is that we were brainwashed from toddler stage on, to trust the "authorities". THEY were brainwashed, sold out or stupid.
DeleteLots of abnormalities happen to both cats and dogs when spayed too early or spayed at all.
Our latest mutt, 25% German Shepard, 75% Malinois (looks Malinois, big like GS, intimidating) is male, 1st male dog ever for us. Had a battle with the wife over him getting fixed before one year. By the time he was a year old, he had stolen her heart and mind. Plus I'm pointing out how the world is going to hell inna HEN basket, and we need a big, bad assed, "greeter" for our little 25 acres of paradise, with a 200 yard driveway (but we can only see 140 yards of it) to give us a warning that someone is coming. He has 2 spayed, older bitches to back him up and they do.
As much as I love them, I always have to in keep in mind that their no. 1 job is to give us time to get to safety and arm up.
No, a side arm is not adequately armed when boogeymen are coming.
The vet is quite taken with how well he turned out. He's quite the female vets, man. Not so much male vets.
As a puppy, he stepped on a copperhead and chewed up a mostly empty antifreeze jug. Yeah, we've spent some money on his living long enough to get wise.
Now he's 2 and a half, 90 pounds, well behaved and quite the farm alpha protector.
Don't even get me started on the Indians (feather heads, not dot heads). I learned about them when I lived in Pierre, SD. A co-worker and I decided to visit the reservation and do some low stakes gambling, and my friends told me to go armed and not to stay out there after dark - because the Indians will shoot at you.
ReplyDeleteThat reservation looked like a DMZ. President Carter and his band of do-gooders had come through a couple years back and built houses for them to live in, and I'll tell you straight up, those houses were small but they sure were nice. Well-built, too. I'd take one, but I was white.
The Indians got plenty of money from the U.S. Government just for being Indians. They also got some money from the casino, which was the nicest building on the entire reservation. They got food hand outs as well.
People in Pierre and surrounding communities (few and far between) would hire Indians for manual labor. They'd work until payday, cash their cheque, then start drinking. They'd drink until they passed out, and when they woke up they'd drink some more. When the money ran out, they'd sober up and eventually go back to work, and the cycle would repeat.
The only Indian who got out of the cycle was the cleaning lady at the hotel where I was staying. She was a Christian and managed to stop drinking, start working, and support herself. But that was the way things went on the Rez.
We get pressure all the time to castrate our dogs. No Effing way. It totally changes their personality. The bitches get spayed after three or four seasons if we don’t want to let them have a litter - just because of the inconvenience & mess around the house.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of wimpy genZ shit, I was walking my dog the other night when a brand new car pulls up, window lowers, young fella asks:
ReplyDelete“Excuse me, have you seen my dog blah blah blah?”.
I respond with “I’ll keep an eye out. Is “wimpy-poo” or whatever it was called a dog or a bitch?”
Seriously you’d have sworn I’d just told they/them xier parents were not married when they/them was born.
“Wimpy Poo” is female ! A female dog.
Yeah, no worries - I’ll keep an eye peeled. And we went our separate ways. Good for a laugh. I wonder what Gen Z would think if they knew what “female dogs” were called before they were known as “bitches”. Maybe “shaming” would be called something else?