Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

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

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Retard School Shooting Team


Good to see Jack's hard at it and keeping his skills up. A pint of bourbon will probly tighten those groups up a bit Jack! HAR HAR HAR!!! HAR HAR HAR!!! I suppose I shouldn't be a wank. He's doing as well as I am and with a little more work he might be putting the boots to Big Mike too. As for the rest of you - DON'T SHOOT CHEAP CHICOM/FOREIGN SHIT IN YOUR GUNS. Roll your own! It's fun and you'll pay off the investment on your press in the first year!

Mike B. has a cautionary tale about running cheap foreign
ammo in your guns.
I won't shoot that bargain basement shit in your guns, never
mind mine!
It serves him right, actually. Mike should be smarter than that.

Last week I promised to keep you in the loop with my adventures on the reloading bench with a safe queen I had found kicking around in the back of my gun safe - a USMC M40 LSS. (For those of you not in the know, the M40 LSS is the latest firearm for the Jar Heads: M40 Light Shithouse Sniper). It's going to be issued to every platoon's Designated Stubfart whose job it is to bitch at the kids and razz them as they try to to their duty!) Why - I would enlist right now were it not for the fact that I'm a chicken!  :)

Well on Friday when I took my reloads out I completely shat the bed. I mixed up my loads and my targets and after the shooting session I had burned up 40 rounds of ammo and only succeeded in making an ass of myself. So I went home, punched out primers and resized and reloaded my brass.

Only thing was - I pooped the bed again! In a fit of rage I noticed I had used the wrong loading data half way through my run - and found myself taking shells apart the same way Mike was in the vid above. I shouldn't bitch - at least I caught it and just had made more work for myself. But mixing up load data? That's how idiots blow their own heads off! It's the second time in 30 years that I've done it, and that is why I check and recheck everything several times in a production run. So - after chimping out in rage and throwing a serious temper tantrum... I finally got a box a shells together and headed out. I figgered I would just work with the Shithouse Sniper rifle for load development and plink with the AR15.

We're playing with CFE223 powder, CCI primers, Hordady brass and Nosler 165 gr. Ballistic Tip bullets. Pretty much everything ran between .5 and .9 MOA except for that one group on the upper left where I think I dropped one. I originally bought the CFE223 to burn in my AR15 because Johnny was having some spectacular success with it. Preliminary work has my AR indifferent to it... but the Shithouse Sniper seems to have taken a liking to it.

Gah. Fuggin bolt guns. Ya gotta be careful because these damned things
will grow on ya and you'll start to develop an affection for them.
By rights a crank like me should be shooting a falling block single shot,
or perhaps a manly lever gun.
If I'm still employed next summer I may rectumfy this unsavoury 

Didn't see any pressure signs on the brass... but I think my extraction was starting to get a little sticky on the last two groups. If you are going to use CFE223 - watch your brass like a hawk. The boys on the gun forums say it approaches it's maximum pressures really fast and my experiment proved it - in my gun at least. Yours may be a different story - but please use caution all the same.

After I finished my homework I started shooting off my hind feet and just had a remarkable day. The kids all thought I was some kind of ace because I just smacked the livin' crap out of the gong and my shots all went where they were supposed to. The other stubfarts wanted a closer look at my guns but didn't want to humble themselves by having to ask. Of course I was a complete dink about it - I acted cool and modest like I shot like that all the time - but I know full well I can go out there tomorrow and stink the place out! The gun gods are not gentle with braggarts.

So... we have the bolt gun under control. Now all I gotta do is figure that AR15 out...

Retard Rodeo!

Congratulations to Mrs. Chubster and her 0.1 second win in the Northern Alberta Special Semi-Finals!

Taste The Frooty Rainbow

Sunday Shooting

Play stupid games ... win stupid prizes.

When I was a boy one of my heroes was Tommy L. His family were text book middle class liberals. Mom and Pop made a pile of money and worked hard for it. Tommy was 16 and the first of the Canadian children that were raised with a 'hands off, let them find their own way' approach. (Looking back on it, I suppose the fall out from that parenting approach is what gave us today's 'helicopter' parents).

Long story short, while Mom and Pop worked their butts off for that big house, pool, and two fancy cars - Tommy ran wild. Us kids loved him because he made us sling shots, sorted out our fights and sometimes even played with us. All that stopped when he got a drivers license and he started getting into real trouble. He got into a couple hit-and-runs as I remember and managed to beat the rap both times. Our "Mayberry" RCMP constabulary developed a major hate-on for him as he moved into drugs. Drugs were a new thing in my little town back then - and kids that got in trouble with them became pariahs. Tommy was taken into custody one day after he somehow managed to elude police on a high speed chase and they caught up with him at home His trial was short and sweet: they threw the book at him and he went to some kind of special jail for minors. (At least, that was the story us kids got).

It was all confusing as hell to me at the time as I was just a sprout: Tommy was the coolest big kid alive, and here were my other heroes - the cops - telling us we had to stay away from Tommy or we'd get in the same trouble Tommy did. So I went to Big Bro to get him to explain it to me. "Don't be stupid, Glen; pigs are all assholes..." he said. Fact is my brother was younger - but headed the same way Tommy was for awhile.

Unfortunately for us both Pop overheard that and had a friggin' bird. We both got grounded for a night and of course we blamed each other for it. Pop laid down the law too: "If a cop pulls you over, you NEVER run. If he asks you a question, you answer it respectfully and honestly. If I EVER hear one of you two calling a cop or 'pig' or an 'asshole' - I will tan your hides and we'll just see who the assholes are...!"

I've always heeded that advice and I've never had a problem with an officer of the law. And - had this fine upstanding citizen done the same... he'd probably be alive today. I know any number of people that love to piss all over law enforcement people but my heart goes out to the poor slobs in the rank and file. The vast majority of times, police shootings go down just like this. Those morons don't understand that the cops would much rather be eating donuts, razzing the kids and getting kittens out of trees rather than fighting with idiots. But for this officer, confronted by some failed liberal social experiment with a knife?

I am Glen Filthie and I approve of this shooting.

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Gotta Be Quartermain Again

I just heard from the hospital that he's in critical condition but is expected to recover.

Saturday Turd Burglar

Guess That Ain't Gonna Happen

Or, he could get hit by a bus tomorrow.
Perspective may or may not be a function of wisdom,
but if I had money like that, and all I could do with it
is sink it into a car... I would think myself a lesser man for it.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Bolt Gun Bungholery

Or maybe ya'd call it 'Bolt Gun Bigotry'.

I've always looked down my long nose at bolt guns and that's a dangerous thing. You can get beat up for that when certain guys are on the firing line - and more n' likely than not you would deserve it too - like me! HAR HAR HAR!

I've always been a little snobbish about guns and I looked down my nose at bolt guns because the vast majority of 'em have no soul. Mass produced plastic, aluminum - and even a moron can make them shoot well. I don't care if they are the most inherently accurate of all the guns, I don't care if they are lightning fast repeaters - I. Don't. Care. And I won't drive a minivan, or a Prius or any other piss burning econobox either!

I say all that with the usual caveats, of course. The old milsurps and war horses like the Brit .303 SMLE's (Smellies, as we of the Commonwealth like to call them), the classic Mausers and Springfields... and the fine safari guns like WL Emery's Rigby's are certainly acceptable arms for any self respecting rifleman. Well finished .22 bolt guns are a delight for the gun clubbing old stubfart. But... the RemWinMarlinSavage crap...? Fah! Give me a fine falling block single shot, or a lever gun, or better yet - a gas gun semi-auto! At least they have some character!

I got beat up a lot by the cool kids grumpy old bastids on the range and finally caved to peer pressure. I bought a shit house Remington 700 that came right from the factory with a target bull barrel. I put 20 rounds through it, pulled it and threw it in the garbage! "What kinda shit are those retards smoking at Big Green these days?" I cursed! Those a-holes are turning out unfinished guns in my opinion and now all the Yank manufacturers are doing it! I have a message for Remington, Winchester, Marlin and Savage: Screw you guys! If you all took a 50% pay cut, you'd still be earning twice what you're worth!!! And you turd brains at Ruger had better shape the hell up too!

*Ahem* Excuse me for that, perhaps I need my Tourette's Syndrome medicine now... so, I ripped the barrel off the Remington and bought a 20" air gauged Shilen Match barrel and figured I could make a light sniper out of it... but my heart just wasn't in it.

It was a bolt gun.

A couple weeks ago I was bored with the M1A and dug the old bolt gun out of the safe - and it just seemed to feel different in my hands than it did when I put it away several years back.

Out of the 19 guns I own, these are the only bolt actions.
The 22 is a beautiful CZ as pretty as WL Emery's Rigby buffalo gun
and the Rem has a custom match barrel with a Swarovski 2.5 ~ 10 scope on it.

Well... that bolt gun just seems to fit me better now for some reason. It has an El Cheapo rubber stock on it - Hogue, if I remember correctly. I decided to lay a beating on the 6" gong at 100m offhand off my hind feet - and I smacked the ever lovin' crap out of it shot after shot after shot! So I went home and loaded up some trial shells for it and now I am playing with bolt guns again. I am also trying to suss out a new AR15 precision gun and bought some Hogden CFE223 to try in it... and the boys are saying you can burn it in .308 too and get good results. 

Johnny on YouTube is having some spectacular results 
with heavy match bullets and Hogden CFE223 
gunpowder. Figured I would give 'em a whirl too...

So tomorrow I head out with a ... a... a bolt gun. And of course I gotta bag up and shoot off the bench instead of working on my formal position shooting. But damn - this gun would be right at home on a deer hunt just as it is! It's about the same handy dimensions as a 30-30 albeit much heavier... but I don't mind heavy guns and actually prefer them.

I'll keep ya posted on the results. My loads might not work well in your guns of course - but if we're both lucky they will give you a good starting point. I'll post this today as I'm tied up tomorrow - so have a good Friday. If time permits I will try to post some rude jokes tomorrow too if I can.

Retard School Practical Joke

This morning I blearily stumbled into my office here at Uncle Bob's School For Wayward Boys N' Retards - and went to flip on the lights. The next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground smouldering with a case of rigor mortis setting in!

Awhile back I decided to save on money by having my students re-wire my renovated office rather than paying some union slob electrician to do it! Any number of things could be going on here: is this a work of incompetence - or a deliberate practical joke? If it's deliberate, my money is on Quartermain. If it's incompetence if could be any of the others.

I will be watching the boys like a hawk from here on out.

An Interesting Discussion About Lunacy

... going on over at Z's right now.

Years ago I was booted off any number of Canadian political forums for talking like this. Actually, it wasn't talking like this that got me booted - I started using terms like 'packie' and 'nigger' because if you are polite with a Canadian - he just bobbles his head with an idiot's grin and ignores you. But Canadians and many Americans are getting pushed into a smaller and smaller corner as their world view collapses right in front of their eyes. Affirmative action has done nothing more than promote inferior people and deprive your kids of jobs and a future. The black IQ gap is what it is, and is a matter of scientific fact and public record. The growing numbers of women in universities is not coincidental to the infintilization of university campuses across the nation - where truth and free speech reduces kids to snowflakes that need safe places. Even to notice these things - that are blatantly, blindingly obvious even to the vibrants and SJW's themselves - is to invite abuse, attack and derision. It serves us right too, because we let these inferior people have their way with us out of fear of offending them. A lot of those people that thought to feed me to the demons of political correctness all those years ago - have now found themselves targeted and persecuted. I have no sympathy for them, it serves them right too.

In Z's comments a link to a vid appeared and it needs to go viral. It's one where a chinaman lectures a vibrant on the obvious failings of his people.

I wonder if it's okay so long as a chinaman does it?

The race card is finally starting to lose some of it's power. I suspect that it will continue: whitey is running out of money and the vibrants want more and more. Our own kids can't afford homes or families, they are locked out of many of the good jobs because of their skin colour - and still the vibrants hate us no matter what concessions are made.

In the comments over there one of the posters made a very good point: he and his would adapt, as white people do - to any social situation that might arise out of our continually re-defined and politically correct society. For example, he stopped going to football games because the 'kiss cam' focused on queers throughout the game. 'It's easy,' he said, 'Just walk away from it...'

My reply was that if this continues, we won't have a society or system that works anymore. A father can't take his kid to the football game without being lectured about his homophobic bigotry. Black players making millions of dollars use their celebrity to accuse fans of racism have never faced real racism themselves. ESPN's shares are tanking as are their ratings. Just as how militant lefties gutted pro football and sportsnetworks - they can crash an economy or a nation. You can walk away from professional sport. You can walk away from Hollywood. But what happens when you can't walk away from it anymore? In Canada the local shitlibs want to make 'gender education' mandatory for all children - which is why the vast majority of home schoolers pull their kids out of public schools that are nothing more than daycares and indoctrination centres. We can't run from this.

Short of pitchforks, torches, baying mobs and lynchings - what can be done about this? Civil war? I've heard people watch the politically correct witch hunts, the antifa protests, and the wreckage of our universities - and they just shrug and say, 'Let it burn...'

The problem with that is we are all going to be in the house when it goes up in flames.

Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Today's Rude Blonde Joke

You've Been Warned!

Dammit. Good help is so hard to find these days. I asked Pete to make me this sign, and as usual, he did a half-assed job!!! It should also have on it:
  • feminists
  • queers
  • fwenchmen
  • tax men
  • public (hork, spit) "educators"
  • union slobs
  • welfare slobs
  • cell phone zombies
  • people that fart like it's a crime rather than something to brag about
I am going to have to have a stern lecture with him about his work ethics.

I Am Going To Hell

Or maybe not. I am convinced that God has a sense of humour and no bones about it. And if He doesn't, I will plead His forbearance based on my numerous psychological and mental problems:

Making Himself Comfortable

Monday, 18 September 2017

The Real Reason For Women Only Fitness Clubs

Oh sure, they SAY it's because they just want to be out with the girls, do a work out and not have revolting men perving out and slobbering on them. And with creeps like Pete and Jack and Quatermain running around, it seems fair enough on the face of it.

But - I think I know why the womenfolk prefer to work out only amongst 'emselves:

It's only a theory at this point.

A Satisfying Day Dream: The Lawn Kraut

Awhile back I was enjoying a satisfying day dream brought about by a videeyah game I saw called Castle Wolfenstein. The premise in the story behind the game was that eeeeeeeevil Nazis invaded America back in the 60's and turned it into a swinging vacation spot for The Third Reich! I thought the trailer for it was relaxing as hell!

By contrast, it was a proggie's nightmare - KKK coneheads walk the streets and exchange pleasnatries with friends and neighbours and goose-stepping soldiers. The big rifles have the Luger-esque toggle link actions. Jet planes go over and the B2 bombers sport Iron Crosses and Swastikas. Elevator music wafts onto the street as 1960's crooners sing to beats and baselines that soothe the soul. There are no Black Lives Matter types chimping out and rioting, no bitchy women in vagina hats, and no faggots to be seen anywhere. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Why would anyone want to spoil that? HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! I can see why the chit-libs would have problems with it!

But me? I'd fit right in, finer n' frogs' hair! "Excuse me, Gruppenfurher - but did you know that BW, Pete and Quartermain are JOOS? Somebody should make SOAP out of 'em!" I can just imagine shooting Scheisser machine guns at the rod n' gun club. For me, the war between BMW and Harley was lost long ago. I would WELCOME our new fascist overlords!  :)

Sweet!!!! A 6.5 HP Lawn Kraut!!!

I suppose I shouldn't jest about fascists in this day and age, in this political climate. But that is something that perplexes me. The history books are what they are, and I suppose they are subject to the same forces that have stupid people toppling statues and trying to erase and revise history today.

Dispense with all that. Dispense with what you know and were taught. As a thought experiment, go back to square one. Nazi Germany - a nation that went from rubber boots to jack boots in the blink of an eye. Out of nothing they created fighter planes, tanks, mechanized war machines that left everyone else in the dust. The socialists of Russia - drunks and cretins that couldn't even feed themselves. Fwance - craven cowards and incompetents. Brits - fierce enough, but like America, TOTALLY unprepared for WW2.

How did Germany lose? I know what the history books say. I look around and see socialists running rampant today and the results speak for themselves: Mizz U, Venezuela, North Korea.

Something, somewhere, doesn't add up.

Hell Follows With Them

Years ago I used to hunt down by CFB Wainwright and the arties would be playing lawn darts with the heavy ordnance. By the maps, I was about 8 miles away as the crow flies - and I could still hear it.

Does artillery make more noise on delivery or receipt? I hope to never find out.

A Game Of Porcelain Thrones

I think I’m in the outhouse again.

My parents aren’t talking to me. Again. I must have done something. Haven’t heard from Mom in some time, so I texted her a pic of some of the wife’s rogue flowers that refuse to grow in their flower box, and sprouted up between the paving stones out in front – like the weeds do. (Who woulda thunk flowers could be rebels, mutineers, and insurgents? HAR HAR HAR!) Usually she’ll come back with a text something like ‘Oh, that’s nice…’ or ‘when are we going to meet for coffee…?’ I know she’s ignoring me because she is just the world’s biggest social butterfly – she’s all over facebook and her phone, texting her friends and so forth. I shouldn’t be a wank about that either – she’s engaged and doing things and seeing people and that is good for her. But lately as she ages she’s started to play head games with me and when I forget myself – they make me crazy. I am getting old and stupid too; I seriously need a sense of humour and I am taking myself way to seriously as I get old. I let a lot of stuff piss me off that I shouldn’t. Hmpffff – or maybe I need to grow up? As Red says, “Ya can’t stay young, but you can always be immature!”

I know that Pop hasn’t spontaneously combusted and burnt the house down because I drive by on a regular basis to make sure. Pop farts like a race horse and one spark – and that whole block will end up in the middle of next week! But the house is well kept, the lawn is manicured like a putting green, and all is in order. My parents are obviously alive and well.

So what did I do this time? I’m not sure, exactly. I MIGHT have forgotten Mom’s birthday – I think as she gets older she takes them more seriously. But at the time, they were out of town camping, then we were, and the summer just got away from us. Could she have her nose out of joint about that? I coulda swore we got her a card and went over for coffee but that might have been Pop’s birthday. Birthday’s mean nothing to me whatsoever – I don’t even want a card on mine. But womenfolk can be difficult about such things.

The other possibility is that my Mom is a busy woman with a life going on, and has her hands absolutely FULL trying to keep her disobedient husband and dog in line – and somehow a text from her retarded son slipped under her radar.

So what should I do? My family life is a hodgepodge of power games, head games, and plot – where wins and losses turn on the slip a tongue, or a poorly worded rebuttal! Think, Filthie! THINK!   ;) One false move - and my fiendish brother will inherit the vast Filthie Fortune!!! With such incredible wealth - he'll be in a position to act for the Forces Of Evil and thwart me as I try to bring law and order to the world! HAR HAR HAR! ((Actually I intend to see that he inherits - it will serve him right!) Fact is I suppose we'll BOTH get the shaft; Pop has told us both he intends to leave us with nothing but his debts! Can't blame him, I would do the same in his boat!!!)

Here’s what I’m gonna do: there’s a combination greenhouse/restaurant north of town here called Greenland. I THINK it’s a chick thing – they have a greenhouse, a gift shop full of frillies and nicknacks and ornaments – and a bistro where the clucks can chatter and have a glass of wine. I figure if I invited ‘em out for dinner – and made sure to shave and bathe first – a lunch or supper out might improve some attitudes. I have to do something, lest my evil elder brother inherit the vast Filthie Fortune! HAR HAR HAR! (Actually, I intend to see that he does – it would serve him right!)

Comments, Gentlemen? Options? As always, your two cents are sincerely appreciated.

Saturday, 16 September 2017

A Walk In The Early Fall

No more shorts and tee shirts in the mornings. It's too damned chilly!

Up here the leaves are just starting to change, lots of green still left... but it's that 'baked' green; it isn't the healthy green of early spring or summer.

Years ago when I was at a fall rifle rodeo the kids were having a contest to see who could eat the most of these berries. I gave them chit and told them they were poisonous to make them stop - but kids understand me and gave me all the respect and authority I deserved - and kept eating... Then this old weird beardo came along and explained to the kids that they were cursing themselves and their ancestors. These berries are not meant for us; they are food for the dead and the spirits that walk the earth, and the children were stealing from them. The creepiest lecture on the doings of angry spirits ensued that left me and the kids whiter than the berries! Old people tell the best stories. I left these for the spirits with my compliments.

The dawgs wait impatiently for me to pick up the land mines and stop
looking at stupid stuff like berries.
There is dog shit to be smelled, rabbits to be barked at, 
and squirrels to rage at.

It's officially fall here I guess. Time to empty out the trailer, do some preps for winter and change some oil. Annnnnnd - maybe a stolen afternoon at the range, of course! See ya all tomorrow and thanks for stopping in.

Vestiges Of Old Alberta

Seen on the river down in the park at Ft. Mac yesterday...

Float planes used to be everywhere when I was a kid. Aaaaaaadmontin Alberta was considered the gateway to the north, and even back in the 60's, the sea plane base out at Cooking Lake was a big hub. All the wheeled aircraft landed at the Edmonton or International airports - and all the float planes and sea planes landed out by us at south Cooking Lake. 

Nowadays there's hardly any float planes around at all. It's all choppers and wheels now because every two bit backwater out in the sticks has an airport now. The float planes have moved further North I suspect. Perhaps the new gateway to the north is Yellowknife now. 

One of these days I shall have to go up and see.

Saturday Morning English Breakfast: Limeys & Kippered Currency

I've been enjoying and binge watching Junius Maximus YouTubicus for the past couple nights. I buy silver from First Majestic as a basic prep - not much, just a couple hundred bucks now and then. I would love to buy gold if I could afford it. I'm toying with the idea of other sources for silver and maybe enjoying the acquisition of coinage as a chit house hobby.

Junius makes an interesting point: as goes a gov't - so goes it's currency. Some interesting food for thought over a spot of tea and a plate of kippers... or maybe some faggots n' peas or spotted dick, HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!

Have a wonderful Saturday.

Friday, 15 September 2017

Cell Phones

Unlike other old farts I have a love/hate relationship with cell phones - or at least I did. I know Wirecutter over at Knuckle Draggin can be heard bragging from time to time about how he has an old 'dumb phone' he never uses. My dad is like that too - if he every blows up on the freeway and he can't get his vehicle rolling himself - he MIGHT use the cell to call a tow company. By contrast my Mom is all over smartphones, facebooking and texting and such... and I am somewhere in between the two extremes.

I use mine to text a bit, look at my work emails and put a few contacts in. Sometimes I'll look up a customer on the net to get a better sense of what he does and how I can fit my company into his. For the last decade I've had a company cell and with my job fluttering in the breeze lately I decided that I should go ahead and wipe all my personal stuff off it in case I have to turn it back without warning. I figure I am gonna get my own and that way I can look for new jobs, or make personal calls I may not wish my employer knowing about. In the past I just used the company phones because with my job I was always on call and figured if I was going to work after hours for free from time to time - they could damned well give me the odd personal phone call and data usage for personal business. I never really abused it and nobody ever said anything - but with our company fortunes in decline and our jobs in question? I will need my own phone - simple as that.

I was going to bite the bullet and get a Cadillac phone plan and then gagged on the prices - remember, I've never had to pay for a cell before. My wife has one that I am supposed to pay for but I have been spending all my money on guns instead ...errr... last time I paid for hers it was around $90.00 a month. Looks like one for me would cost about the same. And of course I did the math and pooped my pants. And of course, everyone just laughed at the old fart who lived under a rock having a kiniption about cell rates. Everyone I told about it snickered and chortled and had great sport at my expense! I'm STILL mad about it!!!

Keep laughing, Bungholes!!!!!

I'm up at Ft. Mac and had nothing to do after work except watch YouTube... and so far I am really liking Junius. It takes him 10 minutes to talk about stuff like this but for you to do the math takes about 2... 

He thinks like me - and I got my financial smarts from my late Grandmother and my wife. With our company teetering on the brink a lot of us employees are worried. I have it good; sure, we've spent a little money on good things like campers, dinners out, and toys... but we were always saving a bit too. If I lose my job I pay out my wife's car in cash (about 3 months left on it) - and we are effectively debt free. I have friends with big houses, fast cars, kids in expensive sports, big boats... and they have to have a job to pay for all this stuff. If they lose their jobs they are in seriously deep trouble - and these gold plated cell phone plans are just another way for you to lose financial freedom.

Except for the bills and taxes. I suppose a fella is always vulnerable - the gubbimint could raise my taxes and utilities rates - and there's not much I can do about that. Oh, I could go 'urban outdoorsman' and go off the grid - but I would rather not. For me personally, it seems like more work than it's worth. But a fella CAN prep. And prepping these days - at least to me - means cutting back your costs, saving your pennies, and dispensing with stuff you don't really need.

Looks like it's time to get smart with my money again. Maybe being smart means going with a dumb phone? HAR HAR HAR!

Have a good Friday everyone!

Thursday, 14 September 2017

Good Luck With That, Wendy...

I like the new look but no way am I eatin' there or at Arby's.
I yam a man of refined tastes n' sensibilities.

Americans live right. Why, I would LOVE to eat at a place called 'The Heart Attack Grille'. Wouldn't mind being wheeled out by some Naughty Nurses in a stretcher or a wheelchair either, HAR HAR HAR!!! This is what makes America great: ya take lechery and gluttony - put 'em in a burger joint... and something beautiful, and uniquely American results! HAR HAR HAR!

As my hero and role model, Rodger Schlong likes to say,"USA! USA! UAS!!!"

Holy Smokes! I Almost Forgot! Best Of Luck Hunters...!!!

Holy chit! Hunting season is open!!!

That's how old I am now. There was a time...was it really that long ago? I would be champing at the bit. My rifle would have been zeroed at 200 and anything under 300 was meat in the freezer. I passed longer shots up because I am lazy and don't like the idea of wounding animals.

My draws would have been a done deal by now. I could actually smell the fall coming. The camp gear would have been checked over at least three times, and I'd have blown my allowance on picking the perfect bottle of scotch for the campfire at night. A lot of you Yanks go to hunting lodges and leases and such. Up here, we still have a bit of back country and it's a piece of cake to pitch a tent or flop out in the back of the truck on some old seismic line or logging road.

One year I just had it all: we were living in our brand new house. I had gotten lucky and dropped a little mulie yearling and got back to the house - and the wife just took right over! She had me string it up downstairs, and she went to work, picking and choosing her cuts. All I did is field dress it and skin it and she did the rest. I had a shower and flopped out to sleep afterward. When I woke up, my in laws were over and my father in law was cranking on a meat grinder for all he was worth and having a ball. They were better times and we were better people.

I hope you got all your draws for the 2017 season, and wish you all the best of luck in the season ahead. Be it known to one and all that we like hunting stories round here, and especially the young hunters that tell them.  :)

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

This ... Is CNN

I hope all you hatey white a-holes feel ashamed of
yourselves for all the rotten things you've said about

Sadly, this little driblet of satire is right up CNN's back alley these days. I no longer follow the mainstream news and turn to my fellow bloggers instead. The commentary is much more intelligent.

UPDATE: Courtesy Of The Feral Irishman:

For My Next Bank Heist

If When I lose my job I think I am going to turn to a life of crime. And - if I am going to be a crime boss - I'll darned well roll like one too!

Oops! Maybe I'll be a patriot rather than a crime boss. Who in their right mind wants to be a politician anyway...?

CW Trumped: The Art Of Speed

Hmpfffff! The engine must be in the back....?

Manly Arts: Self Defence

Here at Uncle Bob's the retards Opportunity Students have been hard at work on their martial arts and have prepared a demonstration for especially for us.

First Aid is next on their list.

Hump Day Wind In The Wires...Errr...Trees....

I didn't fly at the RC airfield once this summer. Last year however - at the very corner of our field was one single, solitary, scrubby little pine or evergreen. It is the only tree ANYWHERE near our field - and yet it has managed to eat a surprising number of planes. Planes are attracted to trees whether they are our little RC jobbies or the real thing.

That one deserves applause. It's like the tree caught the plane and helped it down... Flapz has an uncle in BC in the mountains who crashed in the trees and it just messed him right up. He was in traction for months and they had to rebuild his skull - and as soon as he was able - up he went again!

How do they do it???

Got A Beating Over At WC's...


I kinda sorta expected it and probly deserved it.

The other day I drank way too much coffee and my bladder was about to explode. With my back teeth swimming - I brought my truck hard over and raced down into one of Aaaaadmintin's river valley public parks. It's fall up here in Alberta, and the trees are turning and everyone is out with the kids or by themselves for a stroll in the spectacular leaves while they can. They'll be gone on the next windy day.

But I was now sweating and losing structural containMINT!

I pulled into a swimming pool parking lot and hoofed it inside on the double; I only had seconds to spare! I made it to the men's - and did my business and averted what would have surely been a personal tragedy. Sighing with relief I zipped up, washed my hands - and headed back out to get on with my day.

On the way out I noticed the people in the foyer - I literally didn't spare them a second glance on my way in, preoccupied as I was with my own problems. But all the swimmers were mentally handicapped adults. We aren't talking about the special kids here at Uncle Bob's - we are talking honest-to-God mentally retarded adults. And sprawled across the floor, almost so that I almost tripped over her - was a woman with no pants on.

For a horrible split second I was utterly gobsmacked. She just sprawled across the floor, mumbling to herself and lost in the world. She had obviously slipped her keepers. Why would God do that to someone, I wonder? I looked around and they were ALL like that - just folks that intellect had left behind. I question my faith and myself sometimes. One day I was on the internet and taken to task by an angry bedwetter for making rude jokes about retards and short buses; she called them 'emissaries from heaven'. Being a pig, all that did was set me and my fellow swine up for more rude jokes. That angry young woman woulda shot the lot of us for a dime after that discussion, I'd expect. We probably would have deserved it too.

Keeping a close eye on the lady, I backed around a corner and called her guardians over. I stayed until they had her up and ... composed ... again - and then just plunked my arse down on a bench and tried to get my head round it. Didn't get anywhere with that, of course. Sometimes stuff just hits ya out of the blue, yannow? And then it stays with ya for awhile and you can't shake it. Are these people sent by God to test us? Or by Darwin and Murphy to humble us? Or taunt us?

When I saw Wirecutter's Wiener Wagger I wondered if this wasn't the male equivalent to that young lady. Can you imagine having the regular sex drives of a healthy young man - and a vacuous intellect like that to deal with it? Surely it would have to be hell on earth. Something about that vid just hit me wrong.

NC Mike told me where to go and how to get there and maybe he's right - and maybe I should just STFU.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Forest Deployment Module: Camp Porn

I shouldn't look at stuff like this, at this particular time of year. It's gonna be a loooooooooong winter. I wish we could have afforded something like this when we were kids.

Chicken Mom RUINS Internet Porn Forever

Oh GAH! Emergency eye wash to the left - for those of you
that think it will help
Who woulda thunk anyone could ruin something as grand
as internet porn???

Not So...

When me and my retarded students go swimming and a few
floaters bob to the surface all
the women jump out like scalded cats.

I Can Relate To This

Turns out I'm a chit sammich. Who woulda thunk it?

(The Usual Suspects are admonished in advance to keep their mouths firmly shut).

Good Ol' Days...

Damn right. And I LIKED it too!!! And when I went to school it was uphill both ways, and I had to hop from cow pie to cow pie to keep my feet warm!!! And I had it good - I was eating mud pies while the poor kids like Jack were eating cow pies.

I often had coooooold friggin feet in the winter back in the day.

Tuesday Wind In The Wires...Errr....Sand???

Hmmmmm. Yikes, twin engine? Plus retrieval and salvage? How much, aviators? $200,000+ ??? Somebody just took a major financial hit! A lot of people don't understand aircraft. Sure, they know the principles of flight but they don't understand the transition the plane makes when it goes from being an airplane to a ground vehicle - and it does that in an instant. When the pilot lands, he essentially stalls the aircraft on the runway and his finesse in doing so is the measure of his skill.

If you have an engine out and you are going down on whatever is in front of you - you have a choice: go in hot and fast so that your control surfaces have response and authority - or go in slow, and 'belly flop' the airplane in a stall. Depending on the terrain it's a crap toss as to which is better and anything can happen. If you walk away from something like this it is because God loves cowards, fools and little girls.

When that jet crashed in the Hudson River years back and all the crew and passengers survived everyone wanted to shower the pilot with praise. I don't want to take anything away from the pilot or the crew - they did a text book controlled crash and deserve all the praise in the world for that... but the second that plane hit the water, the pilots were no longer in control at all, and everything from that point forward was in the hands of our Maker. A rogue wave, a smidge of error in the vectors involved - and that incident could have gone the other way in less than a heart beat.

Crashing takes a huge psychological toll too. Years ago my career as an ultralight pilot was cut short by a gentle crash in a field of standing Canola. I will never fly again. I can fly commercial but landings leave me sweating and exhausted as I try to hold my mud on the inside. I darn near pooped the theatre seat when I was watching a movie about Howard Hughes - who crashed at high speed in the worst places a couple of times.

A couple years back I took a discovery flight in a Cessna 174 thinking I was ready to get back in. I did a few turns and went up and down a couple hundred feet and the pilot asked if I would like to land it too. I lined up on the runway and let the instructor cut the throttles back a little bit and brought the plane half way in. Of course, the pilot took the yoke back a couple seconds before touch down. Afterward I was white as a sheet, soaked through in sweat - and the instructor was shocked. He thought I was a natural  because I had done so well. For me it was a sheer test of my mettle and nothing more. I have a phobic fear of flying now and it takes every thing I have to control it. The real pilots and aviators are the guys that can get back in the cockpit and do their jobs after an incident like that. For me though, the thrill is gone and has been replaced by fear.

It's probably for the best.

Cabin Porn - Bighorn Sheep Hunting Anyone?

Ready for you after a hard day climbing and glassing hills for that elusive trophy... just roll out a fart sack and let the silence carry you away...

Red Alert: Jack, Pete, WL & Quartermain To The Bridge! On The Double!!!

To arms, men! These bloody chicom bastids have captured Mort, my dawg! Who are these guys anyways? Chinamen? Norks? Vietnamese? They all look the same!!! They're probly gonna fry him up with rice, onions n' spices and...hmmmm. A little bacon would spice Mort up quite nicely...

This could go either way boys. Lock n' load - and maybe keep your mess kits handy in case the natives turn out to be friendly and hospitable...  :)

Monday, 11 September 2017


Sorry about all the politics going on but I just lose my mud with liberal stupidity. It was bad 40 years ago and now it's getting downright lethal. Why am I so mad?

Maybe you Yanks remember when The Gay Mulatto told Joe The Plumber that he didn't build his little business - all the $5.00/hour winners he employed did, and it's only fair to tax the shit outta guys like Joe, and the friendly neighbourhood gubbiment slobs will 'redistribute' it amongst the Pore N' Starvin'. (And of course we all know how that works - the money goes to their dancing monkeys like the queers, union slobs and bag men - with hardly anything left over for the welfare slobs).

Well last week Turdo La Doo basically said the same thing and tells us he intends to act on it. He wants to do away with tax breaks for small business in the interests of fairness. The dumb chit is too stupid and clueless to understand that all he will do is make it harder to start a business and employ Canadians. And all this in an economy that is in full recession.

I gave a cheer and hoisted a glass when his effeminate father died; Pee-Aire was the same socialist piece of shit his son is and thanks to him a whole generation of Canadians watched their jobs and dreams die out west.

All I can do is shake my head. How do these morons come to power? And where do these idiots come from? Why are we doing this to ourselves and our kids?

Retard School Second Language Skills - Kraut Immersion

Iechst ze birchzcht de roggenzehagen everyone! Betcha didn't know I was bilingual didjya? It's german, and it means "Welcome to my shop, ladies and gentlemen, I'm so glad to have you here!" Errr... or maybe it means "pick my butt till it turns bright orange..." I'm still struggling with the language a bit... But I digress! Indeed I am bilingual, and I'm hard at work learning the happy li'l retards of Uncle Bob's School For Wayward Boys N' Retards everything they need to know about speaking German!

I know what you're thinking too: "Filthie, why are you teaching the slow kids German, and why did ya give 'em all Schmeisser machine guns, potato masher hand grenades and swastika arm bands?"

LOOK OUT!!! Great Ceasar's ghost - watch out! Quartermain you asshole - watch where you're driving you wisenheimer!!! Dumbkopfff! Don't you give me the finger, you little bastard! Bah - I'll deal with him later - Quartermain is going to park that Panzer tank over the sandbox. Seems like BW and WL had a little mishap in our improvised grenade pits and left nothing but a smear and a crater! I figure Quartermain can park the tank on top of the mess - and no one's the wiser! HAR HAR HAR!!!

Isn't she a beaut? Quartermain will drive, Pete and Jack will be on 
the guns and the cannon, and I
will ride in the hatch up top and sneer at the gutless fwench
swine when we invade Quebec.
It should be a most interesting field trip!

So - getting back to our discussion: why are me and all the other retards going fascist? Why - because everyone's doing it!!! All those creeps at Antifa? The ones that smell of death and excrement? They're telling us that if we don't agree with 'em and don't vote for creeps like Hillary Clinton or Turdo La Doo - we're fascists! Everyone knows that! Even up here in Canada you can't swing a cat without hitting a fascist! Canadian shitlib fartsucker former liberal big wig - Warren Kinsella was taking a dump in the boy's bathroom at the hockey arena years ago and found a swastika scribbled on the wall (Quartermain probly did that too, the little chit) - and even wrote a book about all the hatey fascists round here! 

I dunno why Warren is getting so worked up, really. Truth be told, he should probably be enrolled with all the other special ed kids here in my school!  :) Warren, like all liberals and stupid people, thinks that if you're conservative and sensible - you're a fascist too. For a sensible take on political left vs the political right and how fascism fits into all that - I heartily recommend some sane  discussion on the subject, served up as usual, by none other than the ubiquitous Z Man with this stellar piece - The Nazi Tar Baby. I really need to get him up on the Toilet Roll with the other blogger celebrities. He reminds me a lot of the late Uncle Bob.

So... what would Nazi North America look like anyways? Here is one artist's conception:

Why - isn't that great??? Can you imagine cleaning up
Detroit, New Orleans, and pretty much all a California
and even Morontario?
Aaaaahhhhhh... polite and courteous negro servants, clean streets...
And maybe a fashionable lamp shade
made out of Quartermain's hide...? HAR HAR HAR!!!

I suppose I shouldn't be a wank. It scares the morons and that probably isn't the best thing to do in today's volatile political climate. But this is exactly what gave rise to fascism: broken down communities, unemployment,  failing families, and hopelessness - the kind of things liberal morons are hard at work creating today out of sheer willful stupidity. And, as things get worse and worse, and idiots like Kinsella and his crew get ever more abusive and refuse to take responsibility - clean streets, order, and purpose become ever more appealing. I hope we're smart enough to avoid a repeat of that particular episode of history... but the situation's looking grim as identity politics take over.

I apologizr - this post went for a dump real quick, as things usually do when discussing liberals. Let us dispense with such unsavoury people and enjoy a reminder of a better time when we were all better people.

It's Sept. 11 today. For my American friends - be strong, be of good cheer,
and God bless America.
Never forget.

Sunday, 10 September 2017

Good Hunting There, Sport!

Up here in Canada we are much more heavily pozzed by political correctness than you ignernt Yanks down south. When I was a kid back in the 80's I had a job in a sweat shop diverse and vibrant workplace assembling electrical switchgear. We had 'em all: kikes, dykes, packies, wackies, chinks n' dinks, clippers, Dippers - in all your favourite frooty colours of the rainbow! HAR HAR HAR!

And of course - our multicultural shop works the way multicultural societies do: the packies stuck to themselves, as did the chinks and arabs. All the groups hated each other and any kind of serious team work was impossible.

One day I ran some paperwork up front to the office and spied some paperwork on the fax machine - and found a treasure trove of multicultural dynamite!

Today we have email jokes that get passed around and go viral. Back then the fax machine was a means for enjoying off colour and dirty jokes - but ya had to get 'em before the management did! On our fax machine, I found the Alberta Fish & Game 1985 Hunting Regulations - For Minorities. It was awesome. Some of the highlights:
  • It is unlawful, in the province of Alberta, to hunt or trap packies, chinks or other coloured minorities within 50m of a K-Mart
  • In the event of a road killed 9 iron, bucket head, clipper or chug - if approved by the Fish & Game Minister, you may keep the meat and the carcass but the province gets the hide
  • Trapping minorities with ethnic food is prohibited. Prohibited bait sources include (but at not limited to) curry, butter, sun-dried goat meat, and pemmican. 
... and it went on like that! It even had the Alberta Fish & Game letterhead on it! Well! Harumpfffff! Obviously, I thought, the best thing to do would be to post it on the employee bulletin boards round the building! So - I made some copies and covertly posted them up when the coast was clear.

Later that afternoon the chit hit the fan! The wogs went stark raving NUTS. They made copies and made sure the other wogs and wanks had them too. Our manager (who was a complete prick) was getting roasted over the coals! The packies accused the chinks. The chinks accused the arabs. EVERYBODY was pointing the finger at everybody else! Even back then, the political racial climate had gone from the ridiculous to the sublime. Somebody had to be punished!!!! Feelings had gotten hurt!!!! Who was responsible for this hatey-hate-hatred?!?!?

I got busted, everyone knew it was me but nobody could prove it. I think what gave me away was that I was the only one laughing while everyone else was losing their minds. A year later I was dismissed without cause from that sweat shop "because I wasn't fitting in with the staff...". I think they did me a favour because a couple months after that things started to get violent. They accidently hired a sikh and the rest of the pakies were hindus - and one of 'em went at another with a power drill. The white guys were getting tires slashed and their vehicles vandalized. A year later, the manager that fired me - was fired himself. There is such thing as a toxic work environment, and the proggies and social justice warriors know how to create it.

I was about 20 years old when I did that, maybe 21. Would I be so stupid as to do something like that again? 

Well - given the same people and the same horrible work environment - in a fuggin heartbeat! HAR HAR HAR!!! Contary to many, age does not instill wisdom.

Hinterland: Who's Who

We don't have racoons in Alberta - or if we do, I have never seen one.

Come to think of it we don't have crocs either - except for the ones that old geezers (and Yours Truly) wear.

Saturday, 9 September 2017

Gun Philosophy

Some years ago some gun blogger twit was bragging about how he took a course in AR15 carbine management. A couple of 'em did. One of 'em - a gun blogging ditz I don't personally care for, bragged that she fired 1800 rounds in 3 days! And guess what?!?!? Nothing broke!!!!


When I saw how these 'courses' worked on YouTube all I could do was shake my head. It's no wonder that people think gun owners are idiots sometimes. The 'students' shot at targets that were impossibly close, as fast as they could pull the trigger. They wore 'battle belts' or bandoliers holding a dozen 30 round mags. They were loaded out with more ammo than a friggin Marine. I am sure they will be quite good at handling themselves if they ever find themselves surrounded by a mob of homicidal Brownies or girl scouts...! Transition to yer pistol, pin heads! HAR HAR HAR! 'Tactical Carbine Training Course' ... my rosy red ass! HAR HAR HAR!

If they're that close, and that mean - you won't last long enough to dump one mag, never mind several. A couple years back some failed liberal social experiment went to a church picnic with the idea of slaughtering a bunch of eeeeeevil Christians with his black guns. He waded into the thick of 'em, dropped his duffel - and pulled out his gat and got a couple shots off - when some lady pulled a revolver and shot him twice in the chest and killed him. (No, you wouldn't have heard about that one, because none of the mainstream rags thought it newsworthy. Body counts were probably too low or something).

Does the bayonet still have a place on the battlefield? I dunno, I'm just asking because I am NOT an operator, and I don't think those strutting tactical poseurs are either. I would think that rather than learning how to dump 130 rounds into a human sized target in 30 seconds from 5 feet away, a fella would be far much further ahead - tactically speaking - to learn how to use a bayonet and maybe how to treat shock, trauma and other gun shot wounds.

But whadda I know? Today I am going to re-zero my M1A as I needed a new mount for the scope, and I will be starting my love affair with a new AR15 precision gun. If you want to learn something USEFUL about the AR15 and want to enjoy it as a gentleman's pastime rather than a child's toy - Johnny will be happy to get ya going. Be sure to hit the like and subscribe - he is doing top notch work and putting a lot of effort into it. Fact is, his work is so good I just might send him a few bucks to help keep him going. Yeah - he's that good.

Shoot straight and have a great Saturday.

Retard School Gun Club

Friday, 8 September 2017

My Gracious Employers...

... just informed me that, effective Sept. 1 - I would be taking a pay cut. What it will amount to is anyone's guess because I don't know how they figure the sales commissions. I know for a fact they are a playing 'hide the salami' with the sales and the books but I don't care - I know what I'm worth and if they don't want to pay me for my time I won't work for them. Ordinarily I would just reduce the amount of effort I put into my job to correspond to the pay cut - but I am caught between a rock and a hard place: I love the owners of the company, I love their dad and a number of my customers have become friends and frenemies.

But I am not a charity; I put out a resume today. The owners are all elderly and/or getting on so maybe it's a good time to move on. Been thinking this for quite awhile now.

Thanks to my wife and my Maker I don't walk alone.
But I have made up my mind. It's time to move on...

Have a good Friday. Get out there and enjoy the fall leaves.

Friday Wind In The Wires -Canadiana Edition: The Avro Arrow

Canadian patriotism is an act of sheer grit and effort and has been for most of my life.

Our celebs are untalented CBC hacks that couldn't cut it in the American entertainment industry. Our football teams are filled with negro cast offs from the NFL and if any talent DOES surface in the CFL - they get poached by the NFL. Our universities are empty, flyblown intellectual wastelands. There's nothing really going on up here except liberal virtue signalling as things slowly get worse. You Yanks know the drill after 8 years of the Buckwheat Administration I suppose. Our liberals make Obama look good.

And - our military. JFC. Not many people are aware of it in these days but decades ago Canada had a respectable military for its size. After WW2 ours was the 4th largest navy in the world. Granted, most of our ships were light frigates, support vessels and destroyers - but if our allies ran into trouble abroad they could count on us to get to their side, and project our force with theirs to protect our interests. Contrast that with today: when a token show of force was required from Canada in Afghanistan - we had no way to get the squaddies there. They had to hitch a ride with the Yanks. When they got there they had the wrong camo and stood out in the desert like sore thumbs. When their vehicles arrived they were not able to function in the desert environment. More bumming and borrowing. I almost shot my TV set two weeks after they arrived in the theatre. General Rick The Dick Hillier was posing for the cameras and the slobs at the CBC when he proudly proclaimed that it was 'MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!' in Afghanistan! Canada saved the day! Then I wanted to shoot our idiot Prime Minister, Paul Martin. Ol' fartin' Martin gave The Dick a big grin and a thumbs up and they had themselves the usual liberal circle jerk for the cameras and flattered and praised themselves. Thankfully the liberals got kicked to the curb after that and Stephen Harper came in and started addressing some of our military's shortcomings. When those vets came home from Afghanistan, their jumbo jets were smartly escorted by functioning CF18 fighter jets. They had to do two turns around the city before they were allowed to land, and for me it was a tall drink of cool water. There is still some things to be proud of here.

In a similar fashion our aviation patriots cling to the myth of the Avro Arrow. To take exception to any part of that narrative will draw angry rebukes.

If you listen to Canadian fan boys the myth goes like this - this experimental aircraft was light years ahead of anything else in the world and decades ahead of it's time. It was faster, more maneuverable and could haul heavier ordnance loads and probly even had air conditioning, tilt steering and beverage holders. But - because of some CONSERVATIVE political flubdubbery the program got cancelled and the prototypes of The Best Plane In The World - got scrapped. Apparently the thing only flew a few times and there's no real, actual proof of what this thing could do - but that doesn't deter the fan boys to this day. The CBC even did a crockumentary  ahem, *docu-drama* on it starring Dan Akroyd if I remember correctly. It was riddled with fictional 'composite characters' and was the usual, predictable liberal hit piece on Chief Dief - who was portrayed as an irritable and senile old man who had no business being in the Prime Minister's office.

I was so intrigued by the topic that I researched it for myself - and started uncovering snippets and facts that make more sense. As always, context is key. Consider the flap currently going on about the F35 - and how much money was spent getting it into production, and how much more money will need to be spent to make it a functional tip of the spear in both our militaries - it boggles the mind of both liberals AND conservatives. At the time of the Arrow, Canada had a standing inventory of all the old birds like the Starfighters and such. Engines could be swapped in 8 hours. Parts were available. Crews knew these birds inside and out - and the Arrow just did not make tactical or financial sense at the time. Getting the Arrow into production would make the finances of today's F35's look tame. Our enemies in the third world had a handful of MiG17's and old prop jobs. Another nail in the coffin of the Arrow was that Canada's spoiled baby boomers were greasy hippies and pacifist children at the time, and they hated the military with the heat of 1000 suns. Canada's formerly respectable military was in their sights, and any excuse to cut their funding and free up money for pork and welfare was eagerly embraced. Even if the fan boys were right about this bird being decades ahead of it's time - there was no way this bird would ever Stand On Guard For Thee. It may have been a great plane - but it was conceived in a time with lots of other great planes and nobody wanted to pay for them, either!

Today it's even worse. Smart munitions have almost made manned aircraft obsolete. Drones and missiles can blast fighter planes to smithereens half a world away right in their hangars. It's hard to make a case for the fighter plane at all.

The times, they are a-changin' but unfortunately some things stay the same. I see a day when all these grand war birds collect dust in museums for the kids to boggle and shake their heads at - and I am not sure whether that will be a good thing or not.

The Filthie Prepper

I follow the prep and subsistence bloggers as they find ways to prepare for hard times and stretch a buck till it screams. One of the keys to survival in tough times is to make the bad guys think twice about mugging you for your food supplies and there's a number of ways you can do that. Sure, ya can gun up as I did... but how about this...?

I was gonna invite Jack, Pete and Quartermain over for supper
tonight but they all seem to be busy.

Moochers and muggers alike will think twice about trying to raid your stash of supplies if they're confronted by foods like these. About the only people you'd have to worry about are the fwenchmen - but they're all pussies and can be dispensed with by a good bitch-slapping.

Keep prepping everyone!