Thursday, April 09, 2009

The conviction of democracy


Two days ago on April 7th, 2009, an event passed which did not seem to register on the Canadian or USA news media. That day in history carries a lot of momentous events. Its just one of those days.

According to myth the internet was created on the seventh. The World Health Organization organized on that day. It is a crowded sort of day. Significantly, this day carries what will be the single most important day to be recognized. Not today, not tomorrow, but the recognition grows as time moves on.

In Peru, a three judge panel ruled that former President Alberto Fujimori, 70, was guilty as charged on human rights abuses. According to the courts of Peru, Fujimori guided the work of the Grupo Colina death squad. The result encouraged the judges to administer a 25 year sentence. Due to the age of Fujimori, this becomes a life sentence.

Fujimori becomes the first democratically elected national political leader to be so convicted of human rights abuses. The implications carry into our own political environment. The nations participating in this legal exercise, Chile and Peru are not traditionally thought of as champions of democracy.

To measure this implication in our own nation, it would be as if Prime Minister William Lyon MacKenzie King was convicted of human rights abuses that the Canadians of Japanese ancestry suffered during the Second World War. He would also be convicted for turning away boats of German Jewish refugees fleeing the holocaust. The reason for that sentence would be because he was the leader of the Government of Canada s executive Cabinet and therefore responsible for these human rights outrages.

In the case of the USA, former President George W. Bush could be charged and convicted with human rights abuses regarding Guantanamo prisoners and the War against Iraq. These charges originating and trials conducted within the boundaries of the United States itself.

So while the latter political leaders escape justice, Fujimori did not. And this is historically significant when it comes to the perception of criminality. For once governments such as Peru and Chile have led the way into establishing the legal limits of demogratic leadership. During the history of legal action on human rights it is usually totalitarian governments that suffered such legal sanction while that of the democratic leader escaped safe in the knowledge that a plurality of his own citizens gave mandate to his or her abuse.

In that way, I believe that this date an event equivalent to Magna Carta occurred. Even democratically elected leaders can be held legally responsible for their actions against their own citizens. Its significant.

Perplexing is that the national medias in North America missed the point of the legal event between Peru and Chile. Adding to the point of the issue was that the foreign relations between Peru and Chile were very much strained due to a long standing border dispute. Indeed, at that time a full border war could have exploded. Yet the Chileans over looked the heated temperature between their nations. The Chileans requested that Peru present the legitimate evidence supporting the accusations against Fujimori. Peru did so.

Upon this the Chilean judges conducted an examination subsequently ruling that Fujimori must be extradited to face trial. As a consequence of this legal co-operation Fujimori faced justice and incarceration for crimes during his political tenure. The conviction and sentence of Fujimori must rip through the comfortable environment that all democratic elected politicians feel. A moment in time, and history happened.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

I once was a old coyote but I'm OK No-ooo-oo-oo-ooow

A coyote called "Neville" by the uppity Beaches residents finally got trapped by local officials. These officials were going to euthanize the critter. Euthanize being the kind word for "exterminate without prejudice". And exterminate without prejudice means murder in the bureaucratic order of mealy mouthedness.

First, they wanted it gone because its prey species happened to be their little darling pets. To top it off the same group were very likely feeding the thing.

Taxpayers will be billed for the transfer of the critter to outside the range from which it would return. The commonly accepted range is about 150 miles or well north of Barrie. This means the cost of a truck, at least two MNR officers and veterinarians at the very least. There has to be at least a dozen more police, politicians, news liasons, secretaries and so on... who are all paid. This option is ten of thousands of dollars of taxpayers money.

Some wit actually stated that shooting the thing would be cheaper. Not so. First it would involve police sharpshooters. Then senior officers approvals. Reports would be generated. It would be cheaper yes but not the fifty cents for a bullet. Indeed, I think the price of one hunting round is about $1.30 at the moment.

Even funnier, one of the tree huggethers told the newspapers that coyotes were an endangered species. Just where do these urban wilderness freaks get their information? Coyotes are about as endangered as the human race. Once one pest becomes extinct, the other will die off too. As the Lakota legend goes coyotes and humans are related. Of course, that is just theory on their part.


The cheapest option is to offer a bounty and let poachers do their job to exterminate species.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Holier than thou.

Snow again. Yippee! And cold too. This all of course backfired.

I went for a blood test this morning. Born and growning up in TWNBMB and its horrificly subarctic climate meant that my veins and arteries run deeper than most.

Oh yes! It took some time to poke around in some dry holes but the very beautiful (inside and outside) nurse finally established a blood transfer. It took the poor woman about twenty minutes to do a two minute test.

The doctor decided I should get monthly tests for a while. Hey I am hole-ier than you.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Blood justice

No justice system in the world exists in such a hypocritical delusion as does the United States justice system. In its wisdom, the United States Department of the Navy dismissed Lt. Cmdr William Kuebler. Working for the JAG, Kuebler provided effective defence for Omar Khadr beyond the taste of the US Navy's liking.

The supervising officer for the defense is also the supervising officer for the prosecution. The "boss" complained that Khadr's defense had been mismanaged. It must have been the only committee in the world that thought so. Kuebler had made the prosecution look like idiots.

I always thought that only the defendant had the right to fire their lawyer. Kuebler even revealed to all that it was a question at all whether Khadr had fired his weapon let alone killed the Medic William Speer by throwing a grenade. It was a messy engagement. The Americans being quite brutal in their treatment of victims. Only Khadr survived on the assault. An American Sargeant had ordered a soldier to kill the stunned Khadr who had been shot in the back as he leant up against a wall facing away from attackers.

Murder in a theatre of war is like a parking ticket at West Edmonton Mall. Khadr was only 15 making him technically a child soldier. As a guerrilla he was at the lowest rung in the unit. It is totally amazing that Khadr presents such a threat to the United States that they would go through all this manipulation to convict. Its like killing a bug with a howitzer.

Whether one agrees with the politics of Khadr or not. As a Canadian born person, he deserves to be freed into Canada. Below is some email contacts.

If Khadr was tried as a Canadian it would have been for manslaughter. If guilty then, he would be released by now. The Canadian government however fails to secure Khadr's release. As a combatant ally of the United States, it is entitled to charge Khadr and conduct his trial.

Prime Minister Stephen Harper, Foreign Affairs Minister David Emerson, Secretary of State (Foreign Affairs) Deepak Obhrai, Justice Minister Rob Nicholson, and Public Safety Minister Stockwell Day expressing your concerns on Omar Khadr.To: Harper.S@parl.gc.ca, Emerson.D@parl.gc.ca, Obhrai.D@parl.gc.ca, Nicholson.R@parl.gc.ca, Day.S@parl.gc.caPlease c.c. opposition party leaders and foreign affairs critics at:c.c. DionS@parl.gc.ca, Layton.J@parl.gc.ca, Duceppe.G@parl.gc.ca, Rae.B@parl.gc.ca, Dewar.P@parl.gc.ca, CreteP@parl.gc.caAlso, please c.c. CAIR-CAN at:

Yum YuMMM

Scanning the newspapers, the outrage of last week appeared in several newspapers. Subject sought to drum up sympathy of every animal lover anywhere. In a city like this through, the entire scope of the animal kingdom extends only to dogs and cats.

The humorously named city department responsible is of course, the City of Toronto Animal Services. The Toronto Humane Society, another humorously named organization, accused Animal Services of terminating about 25,000 dogs and unknown quantities of putty tats over the period of the last five years.

True and terrible information. Expressions of outrage must stream forth. It is an example of the callousness of city employees when it comes to those basic heart wrenchingmentals.

Indeed it is outrageous that these poor defenceless animals should be killed so needlessly. Euthanasia seems to have stepped up a notch, when it comes to the size of carnage. Any sane intelligent person would call this a wasteful slaughter.

Dogs and cats have provided humans with a tasty low fat, low cholesterol diet alternative for centuries. And the livestock is grown within the city boundaries which removes a lot of the cost of transportation. Its freely available livestock grown close to market. Such a protein provides fresh meat into the food bank system and feed needy people. Like me. Yummmy.

Beee BeeP!

Beach Coyote took several pets to eat right in the view of their screaming masters. Small dogs and cats are tasty little morsels wasted by emotion. Coyotes are such sensible creatures. They know what human slave animals are tasty, useful and nutritious.

One or a pair moved into the heart of the city. While inner city denizens usually want to see nature, they rarely wish to personally experience nature. Coyotes have common sense. If you catch something. Eat it.

And the angst. All of a sudden, all the tree huggers have popped up their heads and told the City not to kill the coyotes. Live trap and transport them was okay. They don't know much about coyotes. One of the hardest animals to trap and catch is a coyote. The critters don't like it.

Lucky, the city officials could be chasing that road runner. Then they'd be the fools.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Totally dum ad


In the Toronto Sun a couple of days ago, Koodoo inserted this full page ad. Frankly, it is one of the most racist images I've seen in quite a while. And lord knows, I am not exactly the most politically correct person. My limits of tolerance are extremely liberal.

A presumption, this is supposedly some sort of caricature. Usually caricature artists prefer to emphasize the prominent features. Caricatures are simply drawn images of an individual.

In this case this toony ad is supposed to be representative of a person of African American heritage acknowledging the worthwhile aspects of the Koodoo wireless phone network. In short, the caricature is of the artist's impression of a race. It is staggeringly cliché in every single aspect.

If in the chance that the artist him/herself is themselves of African heritage doesn't change the principle stance. It simply means that the artist doesn't have a very good self-image. Surprisingly, I haven't heard of any complaint. Images such as this are in essence a violation of the Hate laws of this country.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Low wages get lower

Explore the bottom rung of the ladder. Ontario Premier "Goofy" McGuinty stated that he made a mistake. For the longest while I was at a lost at precisely which one on the long papered list that he fessed too.

Oh now it goes like this. He made a mistake. The minimum wage was not going up after all. Like every other economic downturn caused by the top tier of the social strata, its going to be the bottom feeding impoverished that are going to suffer for it. Like every other depression the burden is always felt by the poorest.

And all this coming from Ontario politicians who have never been shy of giving themselves raises at the time when they do the very least for the electorate. The callous behavior towards the lower strata of society appears to be growing.

Let them eat tuna. Forever.

Stealing prose

Crossing Jarvis a crackhead sported two pure white Stetson's on his head. They were in the parlance of the street going for a good price. Obviously this marketing effort was preceded by a visit to a retail outlet.

About one hour later another happy guy crossed the Queen Street sporting same said headgear. A white Stetson in downtown Toronto. Theft needs subtlety.

Trouble in TTC city

Mayor David Miller, and his lap politician Adam Geeiamaphony run the TTC as a City of Toronto fiefdumb. They always espouse the idea of a green city all the while working against that ideal.

As part of the deal for a higher monthly Metro Pass rate on the Toronto Transit, the molten minds of 100 Queen countered by making free parking available at distant parking lots. Now the kabal rescinded that long promise by applying standard parking fees to their frequent loyal users.

Now this is the price of having these high political numbskulls being chauffered around and given free Metro Passes to all council members. And they did this at the end of the month, and just when it was getting warm. About half the fleet of subway cars are ozone friendly and just have circulation fans moving the air through the cars. Surface route services have deteriorated on almost every aspect.

About one fifth of those Metro Pass users will revert to their cars. By dropping the Metro Pass and since most of these people have established work positions in the core part of their perks was a discount on downtown parking. Translation result. More cars in the city core, not less.

Knuckleheads.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Forgotten wit

The large thing is that I had a witty fricking thing to put in this blag halfway to this restaurant. Torn between a good hamburger and a witty phrase, the burger won out. Forgotten is the witticism.

A critical casualty of haste and waste. Lost is the twist of phrase for the humorous taste. My memory in old age lost. Hard hit and maced.

Beginning to "End"

Hole-eee. Its done. A full pizza at the moment. I am still hungry. Me smart. I can type and chew same time.

Went through two full days without, a coffee...rrrr.. Kmart. Went through a downthepizzachutescopy and an upmefuckinassscopy.

Didn't have much to do. Had to consume a disgusting liquid laxative product from Ireland to produce an emptying flow of shit. There is cultural irony somewhere in there.

Couldn't eat for a couple of days. Wasn't much to do. So I made up appropriate comments on this compooputer.

1. My shit don't smell. I don't have any.

2. God I was so frightened I was shitless scared.

3. I'm not pooped yet, Doc!

4. I love my toilet but my toilet don't like me.

5. I had to run like hell to get here.


The only real charm about this procedure is that in order to insert the probe the medpros had to insert here..., air. According to the nurse, 4 litres of air.

Wheeled into the recovery area with all the other probedees, I could fart, and fart, and fart. Let go some beauts. No stink farts though. Lost a few points on the last one. A smelly fart is the cherry on the cupcake.

The result... One benign polyp got removed. It didn't even bleed much. Otherwise, as perfect looking a poop machine as there ever was. In the words of the medpro. “Look at those arches!”

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update

A colleague emailed me this am. To hide the identity I will be gender neutral. It wondered about whether or not they found my brain? Lucky sod.

Ans. Yes...

It was the polyp they removed. It was nerve material. IQ improved by 66 points.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Fox News trashes Canada

Red Eye, a program on Fox News Broadcasting, the content that is wholly the responsibility of Fox News, trashed Canada, and all Canadians. Yes its okay to make humor at our foibles such as our excessive politeness as Jon Stewart did a few weeks ago. Most people anywhere find, including Canadians find it a funny quirk.

But when people who think they are funny, make comments on something about they know nothing to be intentionally hurtful then one must draw a line in the sand. It stepped beyond a simple insult.

I have one question. Yes it is important to help Afghanistan peoples recover from the war and insure their own security. But beyond that, are you sure that we are on the right side? Why do we bother being a member of NATO at all? Are you sure about being on the right side in this war or any future war?

In the future when it comes to supplying water, wood minerals, raw materials, fuels, energy to these scumbags south of the 49th, lets not. And no amount of excuses will now change my viewpoint of this corrupt nation to the south. We can easily see that with the loss of their wealth, with the loss of their military competency it is time to look for other partners globally.

This TV program was but a straw, but such a bale of sheep dip like this can break any camel's temper.

The Fox List - boycott these programs

Fox carries the Red Eye Program, which not only insulted the Canadian armed forces, Canadian participation in Afghanistan, Canadian police, Canadians in general, they insulted me, and you. We do not care for a simple apology. Rather the only way to send them a message is to hit them where it hurts, which is the pocket book.

The following is the list of programs listed by the Fox Broadcasting Network. In the light of the displayed attitude of this American funded network, do not watch these programs. In doing so, you will send a message to Fox Broadcast.

Many of these programs are carried by CanWest Global. Send them an email. Also many of the advertisers who use Global to carry their message should be contacted as to the disgust with.

News

[edit] Drama

[edit] Sitcom

[edit] Animation

[edit] Reality shows and talent competitions

[edit] Sports events

[edit] Late night and variety

[edit] Specials



Sunday, March 22, 2009

CWSS#6

CWSS#6

“Ole bull!” It was a Tuesday in early June. The sun tucked behind Signal Hill led a rosy grey sky. Brother and me took to playing Matador.

Matador rules. One would grab his bike. He became the Bull. The other player grabbed a towel substitute for the cape.

Brother took a full turn as bull. He ducked and wove. Like now, he then proved a capable bull.

Then the turn came to me. The new bull took off on his new bike, in his new pants and with something to prove.

I took a couple of passes and the brother Matador waved the terry-fied cape. Great fun. But it was time to dial it up. The bull (me) took off up to the end of the block at Yawkey at Drake about two hundred metres to the north.

Turning at that point the bull cranked hard, on pumping legs. The new bike was capable of a top speed of more than thirty miles per hour and that was the goal. The Sturmey-Archer clicked into the top gear. The bull closed in a hurry on the Matador’s cape.

One foot before the front tire of the bull hit the cape, Matador dropped the cape. The cape caught in the tire, wrapped into the fender stopping the front wheel then and there. Unfortunately, the laws of motion meant that the brainy part of the stupid bull went flying into the air into the swan dive.

In the supplied graphic I have tried to replicate the stunned stupid look by the diver as he rocketed into the pavement.

I managed to have my hands and arms out. And as a result with all the gymnastic twisting, I managed to protect my head but my left shoulder took the heavy impact. The Matador laughed while running to get mother and first aid.

Aftermath

Couldn’t make the Pony league team since it meant I missed the whole summer. My future in baseball dissipated. Yet, baseball then did not have the same Canadian development system that it does now.

I never was mad at brother for this. If I saw a ton of monkey meat bearing down as fast as a car, I would have dropped the cape too.

According to the doctor I suffered a cracked scaphoid bone in my left wrist which needed a cast for six weeks.

I also seemed to be stiff which changed my delivery in curling. Flexibility seemed to be deserting me.
Final notes

Pictured. Recreation of emotive expression as I flew through the air to a crash landing.

This concludes the series on how I might have suffered that serious back injury. These incidents provided the likeliest times when I may have suffered those compressed fractures in my back. You can understand my difficulty when someone asks, "How did you break the bones in my upper back?"

I don't know? You pick.

Uniform madness

Readers give me hell for not providing a link. This is another case. I am going to comment on Ministry of Transportation of Ontario uniforms.

According to the source, which I can't remember at the moment, the Ontario government gave the contract to a Chinese clothing manufacturer. This isn't a knock against the Chinese. Good on them if they can give good bidding. But in the last six months the economy went to hell. A lot of Canadian workers are also out of work. The optics are bad for the Canadian governments.

I am not as upset about this awarding of a clothing contract. Even Roots moved its manufracturing out of Canada. It was supposed to be an All Canadian company. So having the MTO uniforms produced in another country doesn't really bother me.

ON the other hand, the making of a flag in another country though is terrible spin, PR, appearance, or whatever. The opposition parties are making a fuss about buying Canadian. I can recall the panic when the US President was recommending that Americans should buy American. Canadians went into a tizzy for the completely opposite reasons. Sounds just a little hypocritical to knock the Chinese for being competitive. Canadian steelmakers are competitive. Why should they be punished?

CWSS #5

One instant I was pushing a car. The next I felt whole body pain spearing up my legs. Shock went up my spine into the skull.

Jimmy could have been considered my best friend. I had three best friends at the time. Two Jims and a Danny. How can one have three bestest friends? Which one was first? They all were.

Ten in the morning late August, and the skies were bright in the looming advent of a new school year. Wearing my new pants, I tallyhooed mom out the door. She yelled not to visit Jimmy as the door slammed. The question was whether or not I was far enough out the door to actually hear the last order. Guess I was too far out the door, because I was heading for Jimmy's place.

More about Jimmy. This Jimmy lived about a couple of doors down the street. His dad had built a humongous partially submerged garage. Jimmy managed to get a car despite the fact that no driver's license would hang in the wallet for another three years at least.

Jimmy was on the shorter side but not that short. He was brickhouse walking. Strong like bull. Jimmy didn't do all that well with school but this was not due to a lack of brains. His intelligence was grounded not distracted by academic abstractions.

He could not cite Shakespeare poetry but damn he owned a beater auto. The plentiful poets like me couldn't really fathom how that trick could be done.

Jimmy managed to make things happen. My mother told me Jimmy was bad. Jimmy's parents told him that I was bad. They suspected me for being an instigator of some sort.

Jimmy wasn't bad. There wasn't a bad bone in his body. He never deliberately hurt anyone or anything. He was a kind guy. We just did things which adults considered morally challenging if not legally challenging.

When we were three, I accidently poked Jimmy in the eye with a pointy wooden stick. We were playing sword fighting with sharp pointy sticks. Hey I felt really bad. But we both got past it very quickly. It was a even up play fight. The parents didn't get over it. They'd remind me and Jimmy all the time. To them a weapon of mind control, to us an exercise in stupidity because we both knew the truth, it was a frigging accident.

Jimmy was never boring. I got bored really easy. Good coffee is always stirred well. Life is supposed to be like a good coffee. All the young kids that the parents wanted me to play with were nice people but exceedingly boring.

Why me? I never considered me exciting. Then again if Jimmy wanted to do something like light off a tub of gasoline on an asphalt driveway I never got in the way of the idea. Others would lecture or something. My job was to assist. I just went to the edge of the driveway to give the all clear. I guess my job was look out.

And now the same was today. Like I said I was bored. When I got to Jimmy's place and entered this fully equipped home garage housing this old Envoy. The Envoy was a boxy old car English in style and even had the steering wheel on the wrong side which was the right side.

Jimmy said he just finished fixing the muffler system. He needed some help pushing the car outside. He was planning on road testing it. This we had done before. He was decidedly underage to drive, which was at the end of the day, gigantically part of the thrill.
No ride for me. My job in this enterprise was to stand at the curve in front of the house, watching for police. During this time, Jimmy would drive up to the far corner, pull a U-turn (known as a Uuey), and come roaring back yanking a turn into the garage.

In most enterprises, I did the watching. I was the tallest of the bunch and in my youth I had very good eyes. The red hair made my location obvious. Best of this, was that the police considered me a goody two shoes because both parents were professionals.

Thieving wasn't part of my repertoire since I personally found it discomforting. Participating in stupid stunts however, challenged all the limits. So this little enterprise this day became a must do.

Jimmy pointed me to get on the trunk and start pushing. We gived her a mighty heave. The car didn't move. Jimmy laughed pulling the parking brake to off. He said gleefully, “Whoops!!”

Jimmy yelled push! With a mighty heave ho on the car's ass, the Envoy started rolling out of the garage to the street. Two paces the car began to roll. I took the third pace.

In the world of life experiences, this sort of hit a high point. Suddenly the car was getting taller. Taller than me. Hands now above my head slid off the car. Darkness... Impact speared on both legs when the feet made hard contact with ground. The right shoulder slammed into a wall. I slid onto a greasy pool.

“Keep pushing!” yelled out Jimmy.

Surprised I found myself lying beneath the car, in a garage pit. My legs hurt and back hurt. Crawling up the side beginning to stand up, I realized I had torn my new pants and they were soaked shiny wet black in waste motor oil.

Jimmy started laughing. He asked if I was okay. I nodded as I went through the check list of appendages, limbs, feet, hands and digits. Everything seemed sore and hurting. I began thinking of my pants. They were done.

I began thinking of a rational explanation permeated with the tones of honesty. This couldn't be a complex explanation.

Simple was believable. Mother would see through it and she had incredibly good radar.

“It was an accident. I was walking down the ditch behind the garages and fell on that pile of greasy stuff behind the garages (which were lined up on the other side of the street).” ...”No, I was alone.”

AFTERMATH

Mom gave me hell over the pants. She then went behind the garage and saw the pile of crap that was there all right. I think she knew Jimmy was somewhere around this story but my alibi about me, the lone fool, stuck.

About a week after that, I saw a very angry neighbor cleaning up behind the garage after a visit by the town's bylaw officer.

The township works came with a backhoe and made the ditch deeper and wider. The next year that same angry neighbor moved that garage closer to his home.

Jimmy made it a point of putting the boards over the pit when done. I got my pants. It took several weeks to get over the aches and pains caused by the drop.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Happy at Fifty


What's the big sports kerfuffle this week? Its not fighting. Its not expansion. Its not concussions. Its not about bankruptcy of teams. No...

The overwhelming controversy is Alexander Ovechkin celebrating his fiftieth goal. I heard about this first over the radio, the Fan 590 to be precise. From hearing it there first, I thought that he committed a major time consuming demonstration. My mistake.

When I saw the replay over Youtube it took all of ten seconds if that much. It was over so quick I had to rewind. Ovechkin scored the goal, finished his run behind the net, put the stick on the ice, hopped around a bit and bounced around with hands extended to his stick. Then he picked it up and skated around. It took longer to write this out. It will take longer to read it rather than see it. Yet this little maneuver took the media by storm and consumed hours of punditry and comments.

The reaction was quantively and qualitively more over the top than the actual event. Small minds leads to great yappage.

Its all material flapping to the breeze.


Flash!

gov.on.ca denies it, since the loonie would never stop at their bailiwick. In a time of economic crisis, the government of Ontario awarded the flag contract to a Chinese flag maker, rather than a Canadian one. The operators of the legislature found that the flags were cheaper if bought from Chinese makers.

Courageously, the Liverals declared that the Ontario Legislature is apart from the government. It is technically true, however.... In the same breathing episode, one can point out that the Speaker of the House functions as the chief executive of the legislature and he/or she is almost always from the ruling party, which is .... the Liverals.

They set a good example for us all.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Who dat?


At the store. On the video surveillance TV. Watching me, watching them, watching me.

It is the theme of the blyg after all. Dressed in black. Looking for a candy bar.

Wandering and buying time to ponder the question about North Ontario. After all these years of production, the higher levels of government sending money to banks, sending money to automakers trying to revive the broken economy.

But here. Nothing for Northern Ontario. Again industries fold as incompetent Quebec majors skim the equity off the mills and plants. And the governments disrupturing people and community in the northern parts of any province. With no political voice, they are only ghostly images on the clouds of cameras of the local grocerterias.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Like whoops!



For the readers of this blag, it can be easy to understand the total perfection with which my incisive comments pierce to the cores of a wide range of topics. I hate to shatter that gilded view but recently even the 238 can make a bone headed mistake.

Brother took time. A lot of friends know that there has been recent acrimony amongst those who should be close family members, but aren't. But he did take the time to notify me as to the sudden death of a classmate and team mate "Steve Will".

For a lot of reasons, I just couldn't believe it. Steve Will was one of those golden haired people, the blessed. One of those people that go through life, doing perfect things. He first married a wonderful person Lynne who was the best looking cheerleader in high school. He was successful at everything. He was a jock though and for that he wasn't a close friend of my tiny pantheon of good friends. On the other hand, there was a measure of respect for the guy.

Any way, I refused to believe the information at first. There had to be some sort of mistake. The news was terrible. Like I had lost touch with the old ones in TWNBMB. What's it been almost a full decade since I was in TWNBMB. Anyway I made a mistake for which I am sorry about. I told him that it couldn't be... and gave my usual bullshit as to why.

Like I said, Don took the time and thought to tell me albeit the coolness of the relationship. At first I did get it wrong. For all that though, I really did appreciate the effort.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Pulling hairs

Enough of the serious shit from the morning postings. This bling will introduce the update of the length of my hair. This has been a project on the large scales. Lets feces the facts man, nothing but the facts.

Due to the lack of suitable fundings about three years ago I decided to forego the need to administer descalation of the head. If anyone cares as of this date this is the lot tied into the likeness of an equestrian rear appendage.


Club lurking

One of the things which make it hard to move away from Toronto, is the Computer Club. Its inexpensive. Interesting events occur there. If one gets a computer problem, simply go there.

It is where I update the craptops to a higher grade. Although free wireless exists in the city, the club expels a consistent stream of radio waves free from the interruptions of microwaves and uhf cop radios.

Next time you're traveling through the neighborhood during weekday mornings, a tour can be deranged.


Stand up

Northern Ontario lost its voice. Northern Ontario residents are not equal citizens in Canada. Northern Ontario needs a new political movement, and a new spirit.

Repetition focuses on this persistent problem. Its been stated here in this blag more than once. However, some readers might forget. For a long time, this place, this person advocates strongly, passionately for an independent Northern Ontario.

Importance comes from the symbolism of neglect and patronizing attitude demonstrated by southern Ontario government and people. The arbitrary decision to cancel the spring bear hunt demonstrated that callous attitude. The loss of political power in all political parties and caucus symbolizes that fact. Promises made by the provincial government to replace the lost income to the business people involved in that tourist sector never ever materialized.

The economic incompetence of the central governments ruling Northern Ontario wrecked its economy. The woods industry wrecked. The tourist industry wrecked. The electrical supply wrecked. The education system wrecked.

Symbolizing this enslavement of Northern Ontario emerges from its favorite recreation which is Curling. Participation of Northern Ontario people in curling surpasses any other Canadian region yet the elitist sports associations of curling located in the very distant urban centres wish to deprive Northern Ontario curlers of their chartered rights.

Northern Ontario curling memberships went to pay for the growth of curling in Canada. Now when NOnt is down economically those same curling associations are going to deprive it of this recognition and its right to contest for the Brier Tankard.

If NOnt curlers really had any stones, if this happened all of these curling associations must cede themselves from the central curling associations. Since there is still enough curlers in NOnt more than all the European Associations, they should demand the right to compete in the world curling championship, even if it must compete as association for a country like Jamaica or Turks and Caicos or Nuuk.

The loss of curling rights only symbolizes the dilemma confronting peoples of Northern Ontario face. It matters little whether they possess a First Nation or a European heritage, this effects all equally. And it is important that the urban area, the rural area, and the First Nation communities recognize this increasing discrimination from other Canadians. It is time to take control of those rights.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Clearing skies

























A rather backhanded compliment to Hamilton. Dreams of a new Kyoto beginning. McGuinty however has made up with an abnormal amount of discharging gas from his bag. So there is no difference in the sum greenhouse gassing.

Added to this Andrea Horwath, which has a {"W} pronounced like a "V". I mean its a "W" or "double u" and not "double V". To my punny ears its pronounciation sounds more like "An dryer whore bath. "

Regardless Horwath or Horvath or Whorebath, took over the NDP by alliteratated Howard Hampton. Yes the New Dumber Party steps into a deeper puddle of the politically correct demographic. Angling for the women's vote in the next election they are trying to grab the lesbian demographic that voted for McSquinty last election.

Meanwhile, Tory Tory lost a byelection in a seat that has voted blue since Lord Simcoe pissed in the lake that later became his namesake. One would think that a guy named John and Tory would have done better but lost to a Johnson, a Richard one. Calling himself Rick, to cover up that he is a Dick, then you see how porno the new leaders of the opposition got.

Now that the Tories have lost Tory, they obviously need a new leader who has a name close in triple XXX punography. Or fail in the next erection.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Grey and Blue of Spring

Sentries of waste blocks our haste. Waiting, they wait for trucks limited by the city council's next brain fart.

They are grey and blue, staring with closed lids to glean the moment in wonder. The racoons figured out how to raid these buckets already. Beasties climb the fences, clamber on top and rock til she falls. Then inspect the spewed for each delicious morsel expelled or crawls.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Flashers update

Surprise NOT!!!

Having temporary access to the internet propels the righteousness of my comments. Swedes move to daylight saving time on the last day of March, or in other words the morning of April 1st...

Here's the subject of my little research project. April Fools' Day in Europe causes heart attacks. Stupid Swedes.

I looked it unscientifically on Wikipediac. Home of the medpro's cardiac.

Flashes from CTNMITHB

Flash!!!

Posture was recently enlightened. Apparently, the best posture position is relaxed almost a slouch. The hard upright position so long advocated by those teachers appears wrong. This figures. I was right all the time. Now that I am closer to the reaper than the peeper all these things are coming forth.

Flash!!!

Poisoning a mouse can be a curious enterprise. The landlord encouraged me to place poison close to the route where the mice were coming in on the pipes. Now I could care less about a teeny weeny mouse. City people get squeemish about mice but go out of their way to provide habitat for racoons.

Anyway, the pellets work. Within a couple of days the mice had trampled down the poison on their way through. They ceased coming into the room despite the roadwork. I guess there was a lot of discomfort for the teeny beasties as the pellets got caught between their tiny little toes.

Flash!!!

Swedes are beautiful man. They study the most stupid stuff. One of their studies indicated that when there is a time change from standard to daylight time, the rate of heart attacks increase for two to three days. This got all over the North American media like two days before the most recent event which occurred this weekend.

Now applying a demographic of Swedes to the complex social structures of a declining North America is an interesting process. North Europeans entrench their culture with the curse of punctuality. It supposedly sets them apart from the French and Spanish.

Sweden is further north than almost every North American city which means that their dawn only occurs later in the day and their sunset occurs earlier. The impanicked NAFTA media only researched the data that supported the Swedish ascertain. For instance heres a subsidiary flash... North Americans sleep less than we did a decade ago.

Unfortunately they mixed report demographics. As a former prospect for a sleep study, who realized that the medpro in charge pasted the sign “another sucker” on all the heads of fat people, I wasn't fooled by this little daliance of the medical community into a profit maker.

Their favorite targets are insomniacs who can sleep. They almost never help those people who have a legitimate reason for not sleeping. The latter group really screws up their cure rate. Every person I've met never gets enough sleep. Its like one of those little cultural small talking points like weather, and kicking bums off park benches even though they would never go into the park in the first place. For as long as I can remember, people always complain that they sleep less than a decade ago.

Anyhow, short sleep does not cause heart attacks. Insane medpros do more for that. Apparently, another subsidiary flash comes streaking in here. All medical waiting rooms seem to have upright chairs imparting incorrect posture, which causes more depression and fatigue and back problems. See how these circle back on themselves.

Flash!!!

The great secret not let loose on the general civilization by the medpros. One of the great curiosities of recent decades has been the rise of depression in the general population as a statistic. There are a couple of excuses for this. One of the most popular is because of the stress of modern life. This complaint has been popular since Charles Dickens wrote his socialized bigotry. This has been so long used it must be bogus. Another answer may pounce perhaps?

I can't help noticing a related study. The graph rise in the rates of depression, are mirrored by the graphical decline of smoking and smoker's rights. As the use of nicotine declines, depression increases in equal measure. Just another study suggestion for the Swedes, as if they need any more encouragement to do such.

* pic: testing out posture scientifically, but too late.

Friday, March 06, 2009

DC Everest


Pictured is Dwight Clarke Everest, the Wisconsin man credited with building a wood products company, and in real definition the founder of TWNBMB. He passed away 53 years ago. This legacy escapes. The people who took the torch failed miserably.

After I bought a car, sometimes I would wander down to the rotting ruins of Jackfish. Jackfish at one time was one of the most important ports on the Great Lakes. Its harbour accepted coal for the railways, fish from Lake Superior to southern Ontario markets. It had lumber streaming to its docks. Passenger ships made it a regular stop. It had one of the most famous hotel saloons on the CPR railroad. Important people traveling on the rail system made it a point of stopping over for one or two shots. It had diversity. According to its residents it had potential.

Within a decade, economic surprises killed the goose. The railways loved the diesel locomotive for every economic reason. Oil replaced coal for home heating. The Trans-Canada highway opened allowing wood products to be trucked out to major cities for sawing and planing. According to the US Army Engineers, lampreys invaded the unprepared lakes almost causing Lake Trout to become extinct and the fishery was killed.

Jackfish faded into forgotten history. Towns boom from nothing in Northern Ontario at the apathetic whims of business and government. Residents in these communities leave at the site of impending economic disaster.

I used to sit on the upper edges of the rockcuts that overlooked Jackfish Bay. The thoughts circled around one vision that may come true. What would it be like to have a hometown which is a ghost town. I am afraid that this may happen. I was born in a town that will no longer exist.

Beyond Everest, there is a graveyard on the right hand side of Peninsula Road on the way out of TWNBMB. In it lay the bodies of many people, friends, that I know. One can go down to Port Coldwell to see what a forgotten cemetary is like. Coldwell another ghost town also had the hotel that housed many of the Group of Seven artists during their creative work period. It is a forgotten cove.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Its all relative Fahrenheit

Listening to the radio during this cold snap, one could hear the disappointment in the reader's voice. Of course this related to the weather segment.

And it was cold for Toronto. It is the first time in six winters that I had to put on my mitts "before" I stepped outside. Shocked, I be.

Now the one flaw in the Toronto weather is one of insecurity. During these times they want so much to be like the ROC. They almost always use wind chill to create a better lower and cooler number.

For instance, the Brandon people will forecast a minus -25 C degrees. They mean it. Usually this is the daytime high.

Then Toronto weather person at 680News goes on about the cold weather. Places from the prairies reported minus twenties, this moment the early morning temperature. She said, "The weather in Toronto is minus eighteen, ..." Then added with tone greased with disappointment "... but with no wind, the temperature remains at -18."

Monday, March 02, 2009

CWSS issues - #6 to be investigated


According to a communication, to which I can attest to its perspiration and truth, apparently a personage by the initials JC claimed to have seen me take a hard fall while playing basketball. Now at the moment this testiclemonial appears to be hearsay.

I am looking for the phone card. I do appreciate the contribution to this totally unworthy silly time consuming project. I do need details. At the moment the whole blig would consist of...

"The big dummy fell hard during a basketball practice."

This of course lacks content. The lack of graphics I get complaints, imagine what I get when there is little content.

Outside of cyber world, I get "Gordie shut up!" Here I get."Where's the content."

And all that, the great Buddha says seek the middle way. In this, where is the middle way?

Oh yes. A loose end appears. How did I guess that it was basketball practice? Well TC the coach, rarely played me, cuz he hated hippies. He preferred to play Springer approved beer guzzlers. I mean, if a player lands that hard, the coach should send the player to the hospital.

Well another one bites the dust. Another blyg notch it the Kardex rotowheel of life.

I appreciate the contribution. It helps when people can help with the put downs. That's all.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

CWSS#3 The Jump

CWSS#3

(Official version)

Everything spoke to the day. Christmas just passed. School days existed on the other side of New Year's.

Santa didn't pile on the coal. Instead, adventure sang on the day. A new pair of Faber racing snowshoes stood waiting in the corner by the back door.

Calling friends likewise equipped with snowshoes, the great conference decided on a major expedition up Signal Hill. The primary goal was to look for signs of the lost Franklin Expedition or any other pirate's treasure may happen. The fact that six feet of snow lay quiet on the local planet failed to mitigate those hopes.

As a result, the three of us came to a grotto which stood like an archaic fortress. It was two thirds square and the twenty foot cliffs were sheer and precise. This grotto captured a lot of snow. My companions Danny and Jimmy panted happy.

After much speculation on the probabilities that this was the original source of the British Stonehenge circle of stones, Danny piped up that this is also a good place to jump into the snow. He dared us. He didn't Double Dog dare us thus leaving us a choice. The decision to proceed albeit was to proceed.

We snowshoed easily to the top and removed them at the miniature cliffs. Below lay an inviting cushion of white virgin snow ready to receive the defilement of human meteor legs. Carefully, I chose to go third. The big idea guy, Danny automatically decided to go first due to a lack of choice since he made the dare.

The next step was to toss our shoes into the snow a few yards beyond our landing zones. There was no sense in our logic, to leave them on top since we needed them to

It did beg the question today, in the wisdom of hindsight. Just wondering about opinions. Its about falling humans. After landing, do those same guys become humanites?

Danny jumped into the snow, and began laughing. Jimmy went to the edge. He carefully chose his landing spot. He jumped into the snow, and began laughing.

Okay time to let you into a secret. I have always had a weird fear of heights. I didn't shake, rather I would go all dizzy and loose my balance. The snow below temporarily conquered that illogic.

Carefully I picked a four foot patch of snow right in between the landings of the laughing boys. It was equidistant. Right there in the middle.

Jumping with confidence, I soared like a rock. It was too quick. Before the snow stopped the force of my plunge my right leg caught on something snapping the right leg into my right chest. Oh it hurt. The companions looked confused this time for they saw a bent over hulk of kidness groaning in pain.

“You okay?” they chorused.

Oh did that hurt the body. I grunted yes. I fell off what it was. What it was, ... was a fallen tree a deadfall hidden by the snow.

I struggled off the hill. Luckily the good thing was that it was uphill going down.

After the snow melted. I climbed back to see a greying deadfall three feet high. After climbing back there several times on other major explorations, I got recall and the anger made me hatchet the thing.

(short unofficial version)

I jumped off a twenty foot rock cliff into a snowbank. I caught my leg on a hidden deadfall injuring myself.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Desertrata

Coming from a far side of the world, two thousand aboriginal languages do not contain sufficient curse words to sum up this day. The torture continues for another couple of days.

Mail I didn't receive, is not here. I was actually waiting for it for the first time. Remarkable, for when I don't wait for it, it shows up on time. So goes the day.

I think I know what is wrong. But not how to make things right. Plus making things right will return no benefit. It sort of sums things up.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

From Colbert to Collangelo but not back

Very likely the award winning comment about this year's Oscars, came from the Colbert Report. Stephen Colbert stated pointing into the camera, “Its true, this year's Oscar's were outsourced!”

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Here's another good thing about getting white hair with age. When a guy doesn't bother shaving for a week, it doesn't show all that much. And another plus, the scruffy old guy look scares children. All thumbs up.

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This winter sports season appears to be off the rails for people in Toronto. Not a single professional major league sports team in Toronto will get into any post regular season playoffs. The Maple Leafs will miss... the playoffs for a fourth year in a row ...the draft lottery high picks. They are too good, to be that bad. They are too bad to be any good. So upset is the Maple Leafs management, the board approved the decision to raise ticket prices yet again.

The Blue Jays prospects look grim this season. Vernon Wells appears damaged to start the season. The pitching staff, with the exception of Halladay, seems like they just graduated kindergarten. The second best pitcher last season opted for free agency and signed with the New York Yankees. On the other hand that particular hurler tends to only play well in the contract year which is one good season in four, so a warning to the Yankees. The steroids issue dampens fan enthusiasm.

Not only that, the owner of the team, Dead Rogers, passed away officially last fall. This literally froze the budgets of all his corporate legacies. The Jays cannot make a major budget decision on hiring big ticket free agents, because as a corporate division of the Roger's empire, they are restricted by the rules of will probate. And Rogers legacy aint your normal estate, this business empire was both large and complex. The normal one year probate period will be three to four year's longer. So the Jays will be financially mired for at least two more years in the best scenario.

Brian Collangelo picked up some tarnish this season. Likely the best executive in the National Basketball Association, all his skilled moves during this season got a low grade. At the moment each trade or sign move was done he earned kudos. Later that player, showed up for the pay day but not play day. Collangelo had to fire the crusty Sam Mitchell replacing him with the milquetoast Jay Triano. The goal was to light a fire under the team. One cannot ignite wet wood though.

Its the old adage. The game must be played on the court. Somebody should tell the basketball players that. Of course the Toronto media appear blind to that point. A coterie of ex-sports managers cum talking heads manage with skilled hindsight launching criticism after criticism. So far behind the playoff spot, even with a good winning streak, the Toronto Crapdoors won't make this post season.

Of course one sports expert of which I don't have the right spelling but sounds like Charlie Pallileo (sportswriter – Houston?) commented on the morning 590Fan. He brought a new viewpoint to the issue, “Well how would you guys like to live in Seattle?”

Not alikey

[auth. Feb 22]

The new economic depression is not anything like the Great Depression on so many levels.

Yes, the devastating statistics point out that this depression is just as severe. Beyond numbers, the other major likeness to the Great Depression lies with the overall cause. That economic downturn was caused by corrupt, arrogant, greedy financiers, bankers and investors. In short, every depression is caused by some sort of greed. Greed causes the economic system to function, but like any drug addict avarice causes journeys beyond the safe limits and total hangovers.

Another similarity is that both economic struggles featured Conservatives in control of governments in the USA and Canada. And uniquely in Canada's case, both Prime Ministers were seated from Alberta. Both RB. Bennett and Stephen Harper are MP's from that province. The latter though is a skilled economist and more attune to the economic moves.

Experts in the later twentieth century stated that a severe depression would never happen again. Regulations placed upon business and finance before 1980, put checks on greed. With the re-emergence of right wing factions in North America, those checks were slowly removed. The advocates of deregulation put forward that government regulations impaired profits. Right wing politicians laden with campaign funds from this lobbying, removed those checks and audits. Naturally, this allowed conditions for severe depression to crawl back as a threat.

The economic structure of the late 1920's was fundamentally different than now, the turn of the millenia. In this period, in Canada the economic structure is based on high level technology, people services and raw resources. Comparing this economy and the financial structure ninety years ago, the outstanding fact indicates that the base economy of economy was agrarian and rural.

Today Canada urban society structures dominate. This provides us with a very different economic base. The urban family consumer unit provides the foundation of the older economy. The mixed family farm dominated rural society and provided the foundation of economy of the early Great Depression period.

What most impacts the 1930's economic tsunami lies in the timing. Coincident with the severe economic decline, a major prolonged period of drought occurred on the North American great plains. Had the drought occurred a decade earlier or later, there would have been a strong depressing influence on economic activity but societies could have coped. Most of today's experts forget to take this drought into account.

To the investor, that period was called “the Great Depression”. To the farmer, that period was known as “the Dirty Thirties.” Farmers considered the drought more devastating than the low point in the economic cycle. Bankers couldn't loan money they didn't have. Bankers loan money on the base of repayment.

The farmers went to the bank to obtain the loans to provide the spring seed planting to happen. Bankers knew that the productivity of the land on a fair to good year was more than sufficient to cover the costs of borrowing and provide the bank customer, the farmer with an adequate income. One or even two bad years of drought or climactic adversity the farmers could recover those losses. However during the 1930s the severe drought, which extended at least four years, deepened the effect of the economic low cycle.

This essay however is a discussion of generalities. Discussion on agriculture economics. We move on into government policy. Today governments are far more interventionist than they were in the 1930's.

President Herbert Hoover, in the USA and Prime Minister RB Bennett in Canada didn't intervene. Indeed the financial reporting of the period was absolutely slow and unreliable. Bad performance of an economic sector wouldn't be known or understood for years.

Today, poor economic performance and the depth of analytics are extremely detailed and almost instant. Late last year, the financial sector knew they were in trouble within days or hours of the economic crash. Examining the historic recession/depressions the cycle time between occurrence, recognition, and social response has been shortening.

For instance, in the Great Depression the cycle times was on average twelve months or more. In this case the government and social response to economic depression was years. The trigger stock market crash occurred in 1929. RB Bennett's government didn't begin to respond until two years later.

In 1974, which is a recession/depression with many similarities to today's depression than any other economic downturn, the government response took about a fiscal quarter, or three plus months. This is because the companies reported by quarters.

By 1992 after a brief depression in the early 1980s, this reporting and solutions were on a monthly cycle. Computers and accounting practice vastly improved in both quickness and quality. Reporting was still in quarters and monthly but business performance could be determined by a single company on a daily basis.

By 2009, though the advent of the computer, and the gigantic strides of computing enabled companies to know their economic position almost instantly. Indeed the stream of data into the stock exchanges have not only enabled investors, financiers and governments to understand the state of the economy in real time but these numbers are so accurate that any group can build an economic model to accurately predict or forecast the economic environment as much as a quarter or three months ahead of the present moment.

Any event to response cycle, now shifts to the later. The problem of dated accurate financial performance has been eliminated. The shift of time moves heavily into the response. With the problems quickly identified there is incredible pressure to reach a quick decision, and a quick response. There appears little time to sit back and think about the situation.

Still it is extremely advantageous for any company or government to see the crisis in a real time basis. At this point, one can use the fire station model or the emergency response model. The earlier one gets to an emergency event such as a fire or heart attack the better. Survival rates are dramatically improved for any victims. In this comparison the economy is very similar. The quicker a response to an economic crisis the better.

Provided there is enough regulatory power in place, an economic response by a company or government is far more effective and successful when dealing with economic problems swiftly. Here is where government intervention appears different than the 1930s. In that time past, government intervention in economy was frowned upon. Even Liberal leaning politicians were loathe to sponsor programs for which no tax moneys existed. Today is different.

What struck me, or shocked me, was that in the US Congress was not arguing whether or not to intervene in this economy. The question didn't even break down on party lines. In this matter, the Congress was arguing how to intervene. Republicans were leaning to support government tax reductions, while the Democrats were arguing for stronger rescue packages by handing more money into the troubled sectors. Unlike the 1930s, few politicians, if any, were advocating a non-interventionist position.

There is bipartisan agreement in the US and Canada for government deficits. One of the greatest challenges to the economic challenge of the Dirty Thirties was the lack of government intervention. Even with implementation of Roosevelt's New Deal there were gaping holes, and mistakes. It is because the reaction was late in coming and the advent of a deep prolonged period of drought. Many of the New Deal programs were successful and many were not.

Another huge difference is that the economic depression of the 1930s appeared severe in North America. The depression was not universal for the simple fact that global economic interdependence wasn't as prevalent. Today's economic downturn is definitely world wide.

In the 1930s, very few government programs existed. Few pension plans existed. No government funded welfare existed. No universal medical care existed. No unemployment insurance plans existed. No public housing existed. No worker's compensation plans existed. No government deficit fundings existed.

Businesses, and governments could and did lay off people without cause, without notice, without reference, without pension, and without severance. Vacation pay and sick days did not exist. Those are the obvious factors that are different in comparisons.

Government workers lacked secure jobs. When tax revenues dried up governments simply stopped funding. People were laid off summarily with little or no warning from companies and governments. All these facets we rather take for granted today. But all of these factors exist today. All these socialist liberal ideas manage to cushion the advent of economic downturns.

Another large difference is in the actual social structure beyond the family farm of the past. In that world, a single income on the farm or in the city could pay for family food, housing, needs, and school. Women contributed to economy by homework. Working at home was far more difficult than today. Clothes washing was largely by hand. Vacuum cleaners did not really exist. Electrical power did not go into every home. In short, it was a totally different world on the individual level.

Today the highlight of the modern family is the dual income. Indeed, in today's world two incomes are a necessity to maintain the modern lifestyle. Women are a major part of the workforce. Layoffs while debilitating for incomes, does not mean instant disaster. Often one spouse is not laid off. While job loss is debilitating, it is not the complete long term disaster than it once was.

The trick to social support is to provide adequate bridge funding and transition training while the economy restabilizes and work or career opportunities re-open. This never existed in the 1930s. And most of these programs exist everywhere globally in the developed world and to some degree in the emerging economies.

As discussed the tools exist today to cope with economic downturns. The culture of today versus the culture a century ago, there lies a large gaping difference. Unless there is a global drought, a successful economic recuperation remains likely without the great social damage as seen in the 1930s.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Total explanatoin for evereeethning

Today is a Spielbergian moment. Episode one is coming after a later series. I surveyed the blieg from stem to stern before I realized that although I wrote the thing, I forgot to post it. So if one wonders what CWSS is, read below.

CWSS Intro

Oh lets see. St. Michael's Hospital radiology department reported the findings that I had two crushed vertrabrae in my upper back. They reported this fact about a year and half ago. The report also stated that it was the T-8 and T-10 disks in the spine. Further, the injury was sustained when I was young and not an adult.

In 1992, the back at the T-10 finally failed completely after working hard for most of my life. Had it been known that I had a broken back, I don't think I would have followed quite the same physical life activity that I did. Now, I am kinda crippled up. Could'a, would'a, should'a, and shuv't (CWSS).

That's the first issue. Its too late to use this vital information. I still wound up to be over 6 foot 3 inches in height. Imagine if I had that extra inch and a half. I would not have fit in any basement.

The second issue I can't do nothing about either. I mean which stupid incident or incidents caused this crushing. Paradoxically, I took care in lifting to protect my lower back. Now usually the vast majority of people with back problems get a very bad lower back and keep a good high back. In my case it was completely opposite. The forces needed to hurt a young back are considerable. It had to be a spectacular accident. I just can't figure out which one or two caused the disability.

In the second issue, it took quite a few months to come up with a list of the candidate incidents that worked for the condition. Each may be the incident. Or each may be the incident which just added. Now I can't go back and undo these events. By rights this should be a CWSS. Yet I am a curious little creature. Which incident caused this?

So in a series of CWSS blags I am going to outline one incident each time. Its a series. Its a problem. A problem that holds to no real solution. Beginning with CWSS_1, I will explore each incident. We could all have a vote after the series is done.

Now some will say, “Gordie, how many are there?”

I should point out is that I really don't know. When I tried to figure it out. I settle on a sum. Then that very night in that moment before I fell into the deep sleep, there came that revelation about one more incident. I would relive that incident, then realize that this particular crash would be an equal candidate for the broken back.

The one thing I am very happy about is that I managed to keep the ability to walk. It was sheer luck.

It could also be that I was just such a clutz that I was always doing something to cause pain. I just didn't pay attention.

You are also going to ask about the pain. Well there always has been a dull pain at those sites. I just didn't think that was abnormal. It did build up some pain resistance. For instance I get migraines but no headaches. So nerve injury must be severe for me to notice any injury.

So if you see an blag entry with the title with CWSS_x then this will be an incident which might be the time I broke my back. I’m still not sure which???

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Announcing sinking glob


What's with the Globe and Mail? The Glob has been around a long time. Sort of way back before the Confederation of the Not Obama Nation (NON). Indeed it was the first loser news rag to declare itself a “national newspaper” sometime in the 1970's.

Even with the title, its national sales did not approach the daily circulation of the mighty Toronto Star. But the Star never claimed to be a national paper. The Glob possessed a stable of good writers and columnists for the longest time. All that history though imbued The Glob with a distinctive level of arrogance.

At the beginning of this month, The Glob raised its copy price from a $1.25 to a whopping $1.50. Take a moment and suck this in.

Take another time sucking moment.

Okay enough. I just want to state the exact under the breath surprise comment I muttered when I read the notice. I am quoting this from me which meant that this got me talking to myself. I said. “Just from what fucking planet are these guys smoking?”

Now I am the first to acknowledge that I don't have the degree initials attached to the collegial group of intellects that run the Glob. The implication is this. They increased the amount of money charged to read the same news service fed material that one can get off the internet for free.

The Glob claims that it is the first of business newspaper. Indeed that is somewhat true. But what is equally obvious is that they fail to read their own news copy. To the publishers of the Glob. Hey! Dudes! There is a freaking DEPRESSION going on.

The price of newsprint has plummetted. The internet is challenging the newspaper and television media for media supremacy. Subscription lists for the old style newspapers, are shrinking. There are now free dailies and newspapers on the racks in the transit and subway stations competing for the ad copy and quantity of ads. Companies are chopping costs not excluding advertisement costs. The major driver for ad costing is the circulation. Traditionally all prices raises have triggered circulation declines. The Glob's publisher sees decliningl revenues. Their solution, raise the copy price.

Three words sum this idea of a price increase. “Stupid, stupid, and stupid.”

New approach to transit

Up there guarding the skies in the Grumman Beercat, one reflects on the stolid substance of disingenuous ambiguity. A lark.

Where are you? A voice required the answer.

In the sky, I replied.

The plane soars. Its giant rotax engine tuned out to 230 knots on level. I skim the horizon for TTC Buses.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Mary Fam Day

Today is Family Day. Its a holiday. I am posting this to tell you that there will be no blyg posting today. If you are a federal person then I am sorry. Keep up the good work sucker.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Mehmoreee

The TWNBMB may suffer a blow the end of the month. The only real taxpaying industry in the tiny community finally got a clutch of incompetent managers. They've tossed the keys on the table, and appear to be walking away.

Over the years TWNBMB, dodged fatal bullet after bullet. The industry is a Kraft Pulp Mill. Indeed, on the North American Continent, TWNBMB was the carefully chosen site for the first one of the type. So this is a really old plant.

Kraft is not the cheese, rather it is named for a science and engineer who designed an efficient way of chemically removing the lignin or glue that bound cellulose fibers to each other. The process was developed coincidently and through the Second World War.Originally the production was small. No one actually knew how in large scale how the Kraft process would work.

Later the mill operations were to be expanded but subsequent managers and corporate owners mismanaged the facility. It was a cash cow for a long time, which seemed to always lose money mostly due to creative bookkeeping. Today creative bookkeeping isn't required to generate a loss. At the moment it must be run at half speed since it cannot buy the extra acid needed to maintain production levels.

The closing didn't even make the news in Southern Ontario. Beyond that, I will comment no further at this moment. Even in one's own blog one cannot appear to be too insensitive. Besides there is a very outside chance that it yet may be saved, and another bullet dodged. Even if they do avoid closure at this time, some day bullet will get them.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Last year's catch installed


Good news! Just came back from the Post Office. I got my fish back from the taxidermist in Saskatchewan.

Me and the buddies put this up in my library this afternoon. It took some time and a couple of cases of beer. But its worth it.

I caught this little guppy on last year's fishing trip on Lake Scugog. At the time I only had my spinning rod, worms for bait and some 5lbs test. That's why it took an hour or so to land this critter. I think its a pike?

I needed much of the meat. I had a hunch that skeletons look cooler than the whole animal. Looking like I was right huh. The meat was stripped away from the bones. So the taxidermist fellow and me had a lot of good eating every Friday this year past.

Now I did have a picture of me landing this but after taking the pic I accidently forgot to put my cell phone in a safe place while I took a shower. It got wet. And the thing shorted out before I could transfer the image into a computer and safe keeping. C'est le vie.

Now you can see this live but I need you to write ahead and make a reservation. Right now there is a five year waiting list. Demand is demand.

Open punalty box

(this one's for you Rusher!)

Considering the international performance of the United States of America over the last decade, the term “terrible country” comes to mind. Is the recent change any better? Now its an Obamanation.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Yer cheatin heart

Further testing is required. Chance comes walking with one of those moments of realization. I stumbled on a way of cheating on a blood pressure test. Maybe.

First step to do. Slouch in chair. Second. Fold the legs back or under a chair as the medical professional (medpro) applies the tourniquet or cuff. The air then squeezes the arm to a point. When the air is finally slowly released from the cuff, discreetly straighten out your legs onto the floor.

This should lower the blood pressure reading. I figure as much as ten points.

Wait. Hold on! Now the ears can hear the hooting, “Gord, ya moron! Why ya cheatin' on a blood test!”

Point taken. Basically your cheating yourself. But I got pissed at my team of medpros. You see I went in to get treatment for a knee and my dysfunctionalating back. Doc tests my blood pressure. I get drugs lowering my blood pressure but nothing for the back.

An allegory. Take the car to the mechanic to change the brakes.

Mechanic says, “Hey your muffler's noisy.”

I said, “Ya I know, I like it that way. I don't wanna fix the horn.”

Oh yea. Oh yea. The mechanic says the government packed with idiots says he's got to fix the muffler and the horn. But fixing the horn and muffler, he neglected to fix the brakes. Now, I can hit your progeny in silence.

Same thing. I know my blood pressure is high. Its like saying its dark at midnight. What the fuck does anyone need to fix it for? Back hurts.

If I die of high blood pressure fine and dandy, then the back don't hurt. Until then, lets keep this back pain lower. Little things really start to bug you as age corrupts the future corpse. Hence, I figured out this way to lower the appointed measure without having to eliminate salt and bacon. Besides things like this, - freakin' fun.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

More eyebull


Circumstances, and an eye sty (see sic pic) why contributed to my missing quite a few days of internet conductivity. Hence the unusual numbers of submissions and postings this fine Thursday. Actually there aren't more than normal just shorting the capacitor. If its too much I am truly sorry.

Bondable

Barry Bonds may have caught a break. No one wants to link a number of plastic bottles of piss to him. This of course must be done as a sworn witness in a court before a judge and a jury of piers. The last bit troubles me. I wouldn't want my fate decided by a baker’s bunch of half wharves.

Bonds of course may get to stay out of jail. The judicial banning of this evidence makes this a reality. Despite that, those samples will still be valuable to those voters three and one half years from now who will be deciding on Barry Bonds inclusion into the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York.

For some reason though, this exclusion doesn't have the bite it once did. Pete Rose did those dishonored a valuable service. People remember him simply because they have constantly argued about him. His name is out there in the public.

Global cooling

Paleontologists have found the fossils of an ancient migratory sea turtle in the high arctic. It indicates an earth much warmer than it is now. I'm not very surprised. It was an ocean after all. Turtles live in water. Makes it easy to swim. No heat makes cold. Cold makes ice. Makes it hard to swim.

Fossils for Presedint

Paleontologists found vertebrae from a very large snake in South America. Frankly if true, its one huge snake and luckily a long extinct species. It apparently hunted equally huge crocodiles. This explains the lack of giant crocodiles. And explains the futility of being a large snake. Please take notes Rush Limbaugh.

Do not be surprised if there is a push for US Republicans to push Limbaugh into running for President. I can't think of a more entertaining idea for the use of a living fossil.

Linkin

Probably my favorite piece of writing remains to be Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg address. This little speech concise, precise and incisive, brings the emotion to surface. However, this effective literature shouldn't be used for a personal model to rebuild a nation. Rather the speech only honors its heroes. It is after all is said and done, a eulogy.

Eye mess


The head of the European Union, Barosso met with Prime Minister Putin these past few days in a trade summit meeting. Barosso went off topic quickly. Rather than discuss trade on the agenda, Barosso aggressively went after Putin about human rights inside the new Russia.

When Barosso pressed he stated that he had discussions on human rights with President of Russia, Medvedev, Putin paused a moment. His chilling reply, “Medvedev is not here to respond.”

Before Putin became an official politician, he was the head of the infamous KGB. He was also a KGB field agent inside free Europe and East Germany for over 15 years. Putin knows what buttons to push.

The picture of Putin in emotional response to Barosso is included today. I showed an ex-patriot Russian this photo. The thousand word translation isn't necessary.

Woofzitzit

One or two dogs die accidentally by stepping on some sidewalk plates, Toronto city fathers go snitty. All stops are pulled. All work crews will be lying on wet city sidewalks repairing the city infrastructure.

Thousands of electrical plates are all over the cityscape. They are about six inches across, imbedded in the pavement protecting a buried pot of electrical connections. Apparently, Hydro crews or more likely independent contractors hired by tender by the city made them. They often connect traffic control lights to the grid, so they are very common. Also they have been around for years.

Dogs walk barefeet along the sidewalks. It was already known that many of these plates had stray voltage. One youngster apparently got a shock. Which begs the question of what the hell the kid was doing since the only way to get a shock is to provide a circuit? This stray voltage must be repaired. However the municipal response was way over the top.

The plates have have to be individually inspected, checked and repaired. Usually every Hydro crew consists of three or more people. So through the city, at least two crew in bright oranges lie down screwing around, now with consent.