Apparently that’s Jensen Huang, doing all his thinking
with the little head, if ya catch my drift.
I think it’s probly a case of mistaken identity. They all look the same so how do ya know if she’s your girl friend or a foreign Chinese spy? HAR HAR HAR!!! Could be an honest mistake, dontchya know…😂👍
HAR HAR HAR!
I don’t get it. None of it. Jensen is 63 years old. He built a fortune making good decisions and reading people. He’s a master of cost-benefit analysis and threat assessment. When you get that rich and powerful everyone tries to manipulate you and deceive you. But then a young hottie comes outta nowhere…and he suddenly loses his marbs? Just looking at it… just to keep up with a younger woman he’s going to have to take a bottle of Viagra every day. If the old lady finds out, he’ll lose 65% of everything he owns, possibly lose his job and get blacklisted at the country club. There’s no way a relationshit like that ends well. I don’t buy it. Sure… the guy might be a dirty old horn toad… but I think something else is going on, maybe there’s some inside baseball going on, or some kind of covert power play? If that’s the case we’ll probably never know.
Another scenario occurs. It’s a seldom noticed thing among today’s older men. For whatever reason, the classic male ‘midlife crisis’ appears to have been pushed back into the 50’s and early 60s. The head shrinks seem to agree on the psychology of it too: at that age men start seeing time running out. Health problems start cropping up. Many men are starting to fail under the load. You’ve spent your life trying to be perfect. You always go the extra mile, every time for the family. You hold your tongue and remain silent to avoid an argument. You make yourself small to keep the peace and embiggen others. And you start taking stock. You look at the flashy car, the big house, and the fripperies and trappings of wealth and what they actually cost. Then you look at the people in your life… and then decisions are made.
You start pruning. People that drain you and only vex and irritate you get cut. Divorces happen. Contentious drama and crisis loving kids are cut loose. You can’t do the endless confrontations with kids you love, but don’t love you back. You look at a woman that never talks to you, only talks and bitches at you. And you crave peace and quiet and can’t take the bullshit anymore.
You think of all that. And you look at the pretty young woman that came out of nowhere. She’s happy with a cup of coffee and a table at the cafe. She’s upbeat and talks and listens to you. Maybe she gave that man something his soul was searching for…? He could let it all go and still retire a wealthy man. Sometimes you see the hysterics talking about the horrible “lonely old man epidemic” that seems to have come up all of a sudden and become a thing. I’m a retired old fart, I see these men all the time and they may indeed be alone… but they aren’t lonely. Nobody listens to them and they just got sick of not being heard. Could that be what’s going on here?
I suppose I’m lucky. At my age, if some young hussy offered me her body for black mail and advantage … I wouldn’t know what to do with it! HAR HAR HAR!!!
😊👍
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Well Remembrance Day came and went. Which gives me yet another year to bitch about these fucken things!!! I can’t hang on to them for love or money. I unnerstand that ya can nigger-rig them with safety pins but these things are not meant for people that actually move. I usually lose them altogether but if I’m carrying stuff they just get trashed and look like they’ve been run over by a Sherman Tank. (Or - for us Canooks… a Ram tank). Or I get stabbed by them.
I dunno how it works for you Yanks - but up here ya buy the poppy for whatever it is now - a couple bucks? But ya usually throw in five or ten because the proceeds go to the veteran’s groups and the War Amps. I usually threw in twenty and took three or four because I was always losing them. I finally just got sick of it. The stabbing, the loss, the fragility… it just pisses me right off! If the retards running these nonprofit charities had half a fuggin brain… they’d go on Temu, order a gazillion poppy/Remembrance Day themed metal pins for a couple cents each … and re-sell them for ten or twelve bucks. Change them up from year to year and tap the collectors - they go nuts over stuff like that. Ya put on a pin like that and you forget about it! How bloody hard can it be? Then ya leave it on until you either remember to take it off, or someone reminds you.
Get a poppy in all the frooty colours of the rainbow
and honour the thousands of fallen butt blasters that fought and
died for your right to troon the kids and dance in assless chaps
and fetish gear at gay parades…
😑
Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea…
Oh well. ‘Lest We Forget’ is an empty platitude now, the vets are all dead and gone, and to be honest … I’m seriously torn. Watching our commie leaders dancing to the tune of their jewish donors…speaking German right now is looking very attractive. In another decade Remembrance Day will have lost all significance and will be probably be replaced with Daliwali - the pajeet holiday of sacred cows, where the mudflaps all gather in the streets and celebrate with fun filled cow dung fights. Our liberal fucktards in govt are currently considering making it a federal holiday.
Maybe I need a swastika pin…?
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Sing along everyone!!! Or else!!!
🎼 Eichsht ze coonderiegan der reichenhaichsten! Erica!!!🎵
Oompa boompa boom!!!
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Canadian Cultural EnrichMINT
Well they’re finally addressing the retarded home market in my neck of the woods. They’re all apartments and condos and I’ll bet they fill them up with swarms of smelly, stupid, illiterate and violent new Canadian morons.
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Walk Aboots
Ughhhhhh. I hate this time of year. It gets so damned overcast and gloomy that it takes a force of will to enjoy the season.
That was about 3:30 in the afternoon yesterday.
Thanks to all the fags, whiners and wankers that got daylight savings time
thrown out.
Probably be 2:30 in the afternoon around Christmas…
Life in a northern town I guess.
Fergus is now going off
leash with his big sister when we are out in the country. He’s one year old this
month and a big boy now. He’s very proud of his new freedom.
We flushed a couple grouse and I wish I had the wife’s
.410, and a pocket full of Poli’s brass shells. I think he makes then
out of .303 Brit… I wouldn’t have gotten any of the birds though.
They were too fast and too far…
A cornucopia of resources! If you’re a black powder geek, and your rifle
Burns through patches like my Spaghetti Plains Rifle does…to fix it,
all ya do is put a paper thin leaf of hornet nesting material between the patch
and the powder. The stuff is as flame resistant as asbestos!
And lookit all the birch bark! That stuff is the best natural fire starter you can get in Alberta
next to the “old man’s beard” moss that hangs in the evergreens
in the Spruce/Moose country.
I unnerstand that you Yanks have “fat wood” for starting fires in the lower 48.
I’ve never seen it around here but I’ve never looked for it either. Up here - if all ya
got is a ferro-rod and a striker, the old man’s beard is my preferred starter
If ya got a lighter or a Bic.. the birch bark is the better way to go.
Mother Nature is putting out Christmas decorations early.
That fungus looks like a Santa hat.
The snow should fly soon. We’re in a fall heat wave and the farmers and wanks are predicting a mild winter this year. That’ll help me keep my spirits up over the next 90 days of short days and dreary overcast that are typical of this time of year. I hope you all are getting out and enjoying good weather too. Best of luck in the 2026 hunting season and I hope for full freezers and tags. Feel free to sound off in the comments if you tagged out!
Cheers!
Filthie
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