Summer has finally settled in to the hereabouts. Trees are green. Dandelions are making their yearly assault on my lawn. The other morn, a fat little songbird sat on the veranda bitching at me as I drank my coffee and had a pipe. I told him to beat it, so he pooped on the railing and flew off as if to say, “There’s ya Walt Disney moment for the day, you stupid old fart!” I laughed and then started ruminating on the days’ chores. Zippedee Do Dah to you too, you little shit! HAR HAR HAR!!!
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Blisters are starting to heal which is nice. Yesterday I scalped the lawn, took the dawgz on a long one and farted about with the trailer. That thing has me hacked right off. The electric tongue jack is out on it and I think the inline fuse is blown. I just gotta sit down and find the damn thing. I swear - these things are wired by either hare lipped fwenchmen or evil chinamen. I’ll get it…all I lack is the gumption. Like everything I suppose.
I looked in the mirror the other day and was horrified as usual by what stared back at me. I’ve aged a lot this last year. I noticed the same thing with my dad and father in law back in the day. They aged in spurts. They’d pick up a few lines and wrinkles, and just when ya got used to it - they’d pack on a bunch more. My skin is doing that. I’m starting to lose muscle too. Not much, but enough to notice. It drove them nuts when they did it, but I don’t give a hoot myself. Certain chores are harder to do now too. Don’t care about that either - I’ll just slow down and take longer to do them. Or find different ways to do them. The older men in my family took aging as an insult. They tried to deny and hide it. As for me…meh. It's just life, and none of us are getting out alive.
I’m seeing a lot of full blown rage and hate being directed at us stupid fuggin old boomers these days. I worry that one day that I’ll disappear .... And all that they’ll find are my Crocs, and some enraged kid will have stuffed me down a wood chipper. Mind you… the “kids” are looking older now too. Sometimes I wonder what my prodigal daughter looks like - she’s 41 this year. Then I think twice about it n’ figure… maybe not. That was another life, long ago. There’s some things in life I’d rather not know.
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I dunno where I stand in the intergenerational war setting up. People forget there’s actually two generations of boomers. My parents, born in the early and mid 1940’s… and mine, ending in the mid 60s. I made the boomer demographic by a couple months. And I see both sides of the conflict as I am almost smack dab in between the two demographics. I get hated on by both factions too: my parents think I’m lazy and stupid and spoiled for wanting the same things they had, and not wanting to work 80 hours a week for shit wages. The kids hate me because I belong to a generation that had everything handed to them and never had to work for any of it. Allegedly. I swear to gawd - if I get sucked into this bullshit - I will goon my mom with a garden shovel and bury her in a shallow grave in the flower bed … and I’ll slowly strangle my militant gay daughter and her creepy love partner and throw them in the composter! This whole thing is stupid, really. But that is where white people are right now. Men make war on their own families, mothers fight for the right to murder their own babies, and everyone hates their parents. It's a stupid fight for stupid people, and since I don’t want to go to jail for killing some bunghole that seriously needs it… I think I’ll take a pass on the issue.
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You’ve heard of the pump action rifle, right? I do declare that Flapz just invented the Pimp Action Rifle! HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!! May I present a pair of Ruger 10/22s:
Jeez. Anodized red aluminium? A muzzle break On a .22.? A Vortex cheapo scope. But I can see where this one’s going already. We’ll get out on the range, sight him in… and that fat old retard will shoot circles around me. Happens every single time. And I shouldn’t be such a dink - I put an extended mag release on mine, aftermarket bull barrel and stock… and if Flapz’ gun looks like a pimp… mine looks like a cheap ho! HAR!!!
I seriously need to find a good gopher patch. 😊👍
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"The Boys" is over. And thank gawd. It was getting seriously gay. All the movie nerds and wanks are hacked right off with it. The eeeeeevil Homelander super hero (and obvious psychotic parody of Blumpf and Superman) - dies at the hands of shitlib dweeb heroes: a 105 lb. chinawoman, a soy boy, a petite blonde with more plastic surgery and bondo than a '56 Merc, and maybe some other paragon of shitlib virtue. The evil politically conservative villain dies mewling for mercy and offering to eat the corn out of the shite of the leftist heroes, HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! Aaaahhhh..... HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!!
I just wish the dirty slores would bag their own used toilet paper after they take a leak in the bush. The same women that try to shame a man into picking up after his dog have ZERO hesitation to leave their paper behind. The pick up after your dog thing is a humiliation ritual that I refuse to do. Unless you’re near a picnic area or a kids playground etc where there are lotsa people and someone might step in it - maybe. But I walk my dawgs in the bush or open spaces. In the neighbourhood I walk on the road. There are native & feral animals all around pooping - it’s frigging natural. Probably why I could never live in a city.
ReplyDeleteI walk my fuzz heads on some remote trails and find, on occasion, an shit bag hung prominently on some random tree branch. The losers that do this are probably the same people taking pictures of the food they are about to stuff in their maws!
ReplyDeleteAn reckoning coming, harden up now before you're behind the 8 ball!
By the by, thanks for all the effort you put into the bloog, it is very much appreciated by myself and, I'm certain, the rest of crowd!
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In the more remote parts of my AO I'll leave it where it falls. In the neighborhood I will generally clean up after the dog. What pisses me off the most is people will carefully bag turds then leave the bag on the sidewalk or in the street. F**kin' idiots! Who do they expect is gonna pick up after them?
ReplyDeleteYou beat me to it. They'll leave that shitbag right on the sidewalk, as if the maid will be by soon. I pick up after mine, although my neighborhood is semi rural and has no sidewalks. I keep expecting one of my neighbors to holler 'You don't have to do that' when bagging turds.
Delete> "What pisses me off the most is people will carefully bag turds then leave the bag on the sidewalk or in the street."
DeleteThat's precisely why I consider bagging dog droppings to be a modern humiliation ritual. It's "performative caring" like so much in our modern world. The Karens love to point out that "fines-apply" for just about every little thing.
When I was a kid, we had trials to harden a young man. If you stepped in poop, you'd get angry at yourself for being a dumb ass and not watching where you walked. You'd wash your shoes, swear a couple of times and get on with your day. And you'd watch where you were walking in future. No big deal.
These days there is just so much shaming behaviour for everyone, but especially aimed at humiliating men. Pick up shit you privileged Em-Ay-Anne. With your >F I N G E R S< (wrapped in a bag) - or else !
I get it if it's a picnic spot where people eat, or a kids playground, or if you're dumb enough to live in the inner city. The love of any dog would be an incredible salve for the spirit, and if everyone let their dog poop on the footpath in the concrete jungle, yeah, no.
But in public parks and the grassy suburban footpaths, we have to keep the challenges that test men, to tip-toe through the doggie land mines, lest we become even softer than we are.
JR Ewing is on the Talmud Vision!
ReplyDeleteAll you lack’s, finishing.
ReplyDeleteHow are you doing, Glenn? Summer must be keeping you busy?
ReplyDeleteYeah maybe? I have just grown bored by the computer as all. I think I’m becoming black pilled, actually…
DeleteWoman ordered to pay $10,000 for her transgender comments that caused 'hurt feelings'
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Had suggested a friend not pursue 'top surgery' because she was 'fine as a lesbian'
F’n Clown World. F’ Canadas evil demonic government.
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Instead of Wheelchair Ramp to Disabled Woman
F' Canada!
Hang it up 2G
ReplyDeleteAll the "kids" blame the Boomers... for everything... And they do so using devices and technologies that wouldn't exist if we hadn't invented them, the devices... and their clothes... made from EEEEEVILLLL petroleum products they claim to despise. We're responsible for nuclear winter-er... global warming-er... climate change, even though we grew up with products packaged in glass or tin, returnable milk and beverage bottles, and REPAIRABLE devices and appliances. There was usually one car per family. A/C was for the rich. We called home on phones that required a dime to operate. Some of those were as old as our parents. Bicycles were propelled by feet and muscle. No, but somehow, WE'RE the villains...
ReplyDeleteGo ahead, kids, bitch and moan at me on your cell phones while sitting in line at the drive-thru at Starphuxx. While you're at it, look in your rear view to see your villain staring back at you. Face it; you're just jealous that we lived in better times, with better music, in countries with ways of life you so willingly throw away in exchange for convenience and $10.00 coffee... Your insults bounce off me like water off a duck's back...
What am I missing? Is it time to delete Filthy from the blog role? Has he moved or died?
ReplyDeleteYou ok
ReplyDeleteWhere are you?
ReplyDeleteI’m here, fellas. At least my body is… but my mind wanders these days… 😆👍
DeleteJust let them crap in the grass.
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