Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Thursday, 24 May 2018

Today's Hate Crime: Rice Rockets



It looks like fun, but I read someplace that the clippers
fertilize the rice paddies with human feces.
Please note, no rude jokes or inappropriate laughter will be tolerated
about this because raycisssssss! HAR HAR HAR!!!
Errr... stop that laughing, damn you!

Tempest In A Teapot

Apparently a leftist rag sheet nobody has ever heard of - besmirched a fwench political faction nobody's ever heard of... and comedy and hilarity ensue.





Fascists are 'far right'? According to Marxist lickspittles? Whatever - another typical Thursday in the province of Queerbec, where the meek the retarded rule the land.

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

No, It Wasn't Me...

... but you would be correct to suspect it.



Woulda thunk that maybe it was BW... but....



I hear he'd bought a new truck for his travels....

A More Mature Version Of The Tide Pod Thing...





Oh hi everyone! Lookit that - swilling the brew right from the perk! Probly heated over a campfire too, no doubt! I am gonna one-up this faker easily when I guzzle mine - from a five gallon jerry can! Get in the game - or go home! Now if you'll excuse me - I gotta work fast! I see Jack is gonna blow my record out of the water when he drinks his from a stinky old workboot! Now THAT is one tough mofo!!!

Humpday Pantaloon Filler



When I did this - it was in an ultralight aircraft called a 'flex wing ultralight' or 'weight shift aircraft' - a fancy way to refer to a motorized hang glider. When I hit the rhubarb I was doing somewhere around 20~25 knots. This guy was probably well north of 100! And what a pro - after the dust settles and he counts his limbs to make sure they're all still with him - he's on the blower telling his buddies he's down and fine. I hung upside down in my mangled bird, gasoline pissing all over me, counted my limbs and then scrambled clear of the wreckage. It was a point of pride for me that I hadn't pished or shat myself in fright! HAR HAR HAR!

In Hollywood the wreck always explodes into flame but mine didn't. It just sat there in the middle of a canola field - a raised middle finger to me from the aviation gods. I was unworthy, and my aviation dreams died that day... probably for the better I suppose. But that's the difference between a real aviator (this guy) and a fake (Yours truly): he'll get back in the next plane and hit the throttles again. My aviation career ended in less than 20 hours air time whereas this guy has wracked up thousands - and will probably accrue a couple thousand more before he retires.

The aviation gods are fickle and will turn on even those that love them most. Flapz had an uncle in BC that had been flying for over 50 years. He was a registered AME (glorified aircraft mechanic), a high time pilot - and crashed in the forest one day. They had to put his leg and face back together, he spent over a year in the hospital and on disability... and when he got out... up he went again. He flew another couple years without incident until he failed a medical and was retired for good.

Today I fly RC crapcopters and aircraft where I can crash with impunity and flip the finger back at the aviation gods. Passions and dreams are great, but some of 'em can get you killed.

Have a great Humpday.

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Meanwhile, In Mon Trail, Queerbec




A New Bunch Of Grads This Year...




It's about that time a year again. It's that time when kids get out of school, and into the real world - to sink or swim at the whims of fate. I look at the maggots they had for teachers, and I feel sorry for them and what's in store.

Read somewhere on the innertubes that Cankles Clinton was at it again - she was a guest of honour at a grad ceremony for some Yalies or some such - and the fat old bitch started running her mouth about how kids are starting off on the wrong foot, what with democracy being dead and that eeeeeeevil Trump running amok and ruining America for everyone. What a rancid woman, hitting kids with shite like that. Donald Trump is the least of their problems - their share of the national debt IS a huge problem, and the worst of that is attributable to Cankles and that black baboon  she worked for in the previous administration. Oh well, it's not like today's millennials could handle a real job anyways I suppose HAR HAR HAR!!! Get off my lawn you little chits!

I am, however, seeing some positive signs brewing with Generation Z.