Cool baskets

Despite the cold temperatures tough Canadian youth in Toronto manage to play a pick up game of basketball. They cleaned off the snow on the outside courts. Toronto, a typical Canadian city, anticipates all the snow to leave the ground by mid-June.

After the game, the players put their parkas back on as they group marched to a local pub for the post game coffees. Its a time honoured tradition. Later they will go home to their igloos and wives to happily tell the story of this game.

Cuckoo over the Flu Nest

A movie must be made of this. The World Health Organization must be run by a committee of doctors who lack the ability to distinguish between the words "ambulance" and "ambivalence". The world needs an ambulance and they sent the latter.

Any freshly discovered disease should have triggered alarm bells. A pandemic stance should be adopted and then relaxed. They relaxed and then they appear to panic. A week ago little was known about the little virus that could.

Now more is known. Its an H1N1 virus commonly called Swine Flu. And nothing could be worse than to call it that. The appropriate name should have been something like Vera Cruz A.

Here's the reason. First off. They didn't exactly know the vectors then, and from all appearances they still don't. One would think that if it was possible for this virus could come from swine to human, it could also be possible for the virus to exist in another species. Mexico has a lot of species. According to testing, the likely origin of the virus has no virus activity in the local domestic pigs.

Wild pigs called Peccaries also exist in Mexico. When it comes to a virus no one really knows until much later when detailed study can be afforded. Eventually the viral vectors will be known but not likely in a short time. Every expert though, skirts around the issue that the virus effects only those Nahuaa seriously. Only people of Mexican Ameri-Indian heritage seem to be dying in any numbers. And that is interesting.

Another large issue with WHO is their assertion that travel bans and restrictions don't stop the virus. They are right in that way, but the goal is to slow the progress down. It buys time to build and produce a vaccine. Time also reduces plague by reducing the sheer quantity of illness and improving the virus mutations to a milder version. WHO is idiots, that's who.

However, the principle quirk of H1N1 class of virus. Simply banning sick people who show symptoms is too late. The disease has a very long primary phase where no symptoms show but has already achieved a high degree of contagiousness. In other words, when it shows, its already too late. You can wear masks but the simple patch mask shown worn by so many people don't work.

The very strange possibility for this virus is that this virus may be genetically selective. American First Nations called the Nahua seem the most susceptible. Youth seem very vulnerable. WHO stated that this may be the first genuine pandemic in forty years. It may be the first virulent form of "A" flu in forty years.

Any one who is older than 1964 carries a definite level of immunity or capability of coping with the disease because it was around the last time this type of pandemic occurred. I myself suffered considerably by several rounds of Type "A" Flu, then.

And back then, a lot of people did not know how to cope with influenza. There wasn't the social supports surrounding people back then. People still went to work ill. There wasn't a concept of sick days. People got fired for being sick and absent from work. Now most of society knows that when an individual becomes sick, stay home til you're better.

Also vaccines were cruder and not as effective back then. Many flu shots weren't the right type for the year. Modern mass communication alerts the social members into being proactive. Many more people get flu shots. This gives some protection by simply keeping the immune system active.

Despite the prevalence of junk foods today. When ill people change to the correct diet to cope. And those foods, select vegetables and fruits are available. Forty years ago, year round fresh fruits weren't always available.

Yes this round of influenza will be serious but not as bad as what the media loves to portray. If you do feel ill, put the feet up, keep and drink a large quantity of non-alcoholic beverage next to your sleeping hulk, and call in sick.

Patently obvious

Money slated for Toronto transit street cars may not come from the federal government. They are using the need for a quick plan of revitalization to make jobs. The feds promised the money,

Well that's the excuse. Throw in a couple of million bucks extra and things do go faster. Its business that the Cornservatives claim to know and understand.

The real reason for the reversal lies with Thunder Bay. Figure this out. They voted Liveral and for the Gnu Dummercrats.

Of course the Cornservatives did not come out and directly state that they wouldn't fund it. They let everyone hang. They will likely hold Thunder Bay to political ransom if they don't vote for the Cornservatives.

You know them TWNBMB. They were the ones that rescued their buddies on Bay Street who didn't know how to run banks but are employed by the corporate shareholders anyway. They the same government that spends billions smacking down poor turbined headed hill billies instead of funding rescue packages for their very own people.

So the Cornservatives figure not to fund the TTC streetcars til after the next general election which should be about 12 months from now if schedules being what they are. Toronto really doesn't need new street cars. They don't need street cars at all. Street cars congest traffic and are not efficient modes of public transit.

But the Cornservatives need a vote getter in Thumder Bay. The gun registry failed. Coopting the senile Comuzzi into the Cornservative fold did not work. But holding all of Tunder Bay to ransom might work. Worth a try.

Call me HN1 1N1, Call me collect, free delivery

Influenza sprung from the swamps of the ancient Aztec capital. Sweeping aside medical screens the virus sneaks inside future human corpses from the ponds of the temple to the far corners of Earth. Carried on the comfortable wings of Airbus and Boeing birds the tiny creatures penetrate all boundaries. Undertakers turn on the crematoria furnaces with grim faces and smiling hearts. Hail the coming contagion.

Contagion rules billions of quivering mutant primates accustomed to a cushion between their world and the real. They wait in constructions. Hiding eyes. Pleading to dying ears, “I'm not sick! I'm not sick.”

Underlining this lies the consummate insult. If contagion rises in Asia, it is called Hong Kong, Shanghai or Beijing Flu. Now, it rises in the nation of Mexico and called Swine Flu.

Towards a point in history

A war lost. Sitting with the Indian Ocean at their backs, at this moment the Liberation Tamil Tigers of Elam defend nothing more than a thin beach. Trapped with them are civilians. Victory for the Sri Lankan army appears certain.

If there is a proper way to end a civil war, the American Civil War seems the best demonstration. Upon surrender, mercy and clemency was shown to the losers. Part of the resistance to surrender on the part of the LTTE must be fear.

Many of the followers are Hindu, and all these familiar with the Baghavad Gita. Winning and losing matters little. Their defeat may indeed be written. They have a choice of sending out all those souls who are noncombatants if they chose. How one loses a battle, is more important than the victor's celebration.

Many of the Sri Lankan army holds the Buddhist Path. Doing the right thing solidifies that spiritual foundation. A victory is the same as a loss. The battle will be over. The war will be over. But there is history that will remember.

Anyone can start a war. This is easy to do. Ending a war, doesn't end with a treaty. It ends with blood lust being replaced by compassion and mercy. Victory comes to both sides after a long time of peace. Ending a war, is a very hard, a very long, and very worthwhile thing to do. Peace requires more courage than within battle.

Saved by the boom

Yesterday was a good day to be a roofing contractor. A storm swept through the city in the early, early evening. High winds ripped tiles off roofs, knocked out street lights, toppled trees, downed lines, and lifted those light fabric spring skirts.

People started the day anticipating a brilliant warm spring day. They got out and spent money. To finish the day with a storm is a definite plus to the local economies. People scrambled for cover. Dinners served cold making it a green day for the environment. It was a green day for the economy. Saturday gave the kind of day that is good for everything.

Told you so 1.

Memory lane here. Elections are not democracy in action. Instead they provide the mechanism for representative democracy. Its a farm run by turkeys.

One of those I told you so moments just came through. I had helped this particular person to win election in TWNBMB. The person was a capable administrator of the little empire but failed to provide a leader like vision for the community. One of the issues that I thought the council failed to understand was the fragility of northern economies.

The Ontario government was looking for sites for summer time casinos. At the time there mounted a strong opposition to the plan to put one in TWNBMB. Apparently, the presence of a gambling hall was beneath the moral level of the community. And the noses pierced the fucking stratosphere.

My point was that there wasn't a line for morality in the tax form. It would help stabilize the local economy. Diversity is the secret. Now TWNBMB was the same town that allowed a pedophile to run it for a dozen or so years. They preached morality?

I told the mayor that someday the mill and the mine might close. The presence of a casino would help diversify the retail sector. They closed their ears to the suggestion.

Anyhow. Ahem... Told you so. :))

Torrentrial Downpour

Came into the world today on the way to breakfast. Left the repast thinking there wasn't all that much to write about. Wrong oh. There are two major developments.

In the Pirate Bay case. Last week, the recording industry cheered as the executives of the Swedish website Pirate Bay faced imprisonment. Greed satiated by fair public trial. But one big screw up now faces Swedish justice. This just out into the news.

The judge, Tomas Norstram, failed to disclose before trial that he was a current member of two Swedish copyright association. And three representatives of the plaintiff companies, also happened to be members of the very same association.

Europeans have been very quick to state that the justice system of other nations was corrupt and biased. Pointy fingers waved at the United States court system.

Norstram stated that he didn't see any conflict of interest in this. Call it a hunch. I don't think the Swedish Supreme Court will see it exactly that way. A Supreme Court of any nation seeks to protect the integrity of its judicial image. Norstram could very well state that he is an unbiased neutral observer. To say that the fact of his association membership doesn't shed bias on the trial proves nothing, shows if not corrupt, the guy is a moron. It was a bonehead decision not to disclose this membership as a factual statement before trial.

At the very least, it will be a new trial.

Every day work

Only have a few moments. A portal in wireless cyberspace magically opened this morning. As a result, the time for portal use seems limited.

Can you remember times past when all the Canadian teams were dropping out of the Stunly Cup playoffs, one could really on Montreal Canadiens carrying the flag deep into the brackets. Not this time.

For the first time in mega centuries Boston Bruins busted the mighty Canadiens, sweeping them Montrealers out in four straight games. How freaking embarrasing. I believe that only leaves Vancoolver and Cowhellgary in the playoffs. There things don't look good. Vancoolver has Mutts Sundin.

And remember, here be a piece of advice. Take the town clown seriously. Unlike most. He still works everyday.

Foralaji

Types of cars say a lot about the owners. Walked by a carefully detailed BMW SUV this morning. Shiny black finish glowing impressively. White plop of bird poop on the rear panel. A moment of fiscal justice.

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Ivy looks wonderful on buildings. Green against the red brick. People new to a large city buy these buildings. Old home owners know better. The roots of the ivy feeds on brick mortar. Costs thousands to fix every two decades. Looks nice.

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Don't buy a building with painted brick. After two decades the brick crumbles. It needs to breathe.


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All these have hidden subtexts. But today I don't want to figure those out.

Scare a decade

This year is the year. Its ten years after. Ten years ago, this coming December was "00/00/00" and the great Y2K scare.

We should plan an online celebration that momentous day. At "10/00/00" at 23:59hrs UMT (Greenwich Mean...), . Everyone who has an internet connection should send a group email to all their contacts. All within the same minute.

We need a cause. This is to back the censorship of the old money thieves of the recording companies agains Pirate Bay. Its a protest. The Pirate Bay is only one sore point. Greed seems to be taking over the internet when originally it was supposed to be commercial free. We can do this.

And if asked before hand or warned by authorities. Simply say no that you aren't going to do it. Just get online at one minute before midnight UMT (1859 EST) this coming Dec 31 and send out at least one email preferably a group. The email can say anything. eg. Happy New Year

Wheee... Fun.

(18:59 hrs) EST

Rudimentary my dear Whatson

Tides can change a war or conflict. The Tamils are losing the war in Sri Lanka finally in a bloody final standoff. The "west friendly" Afghan government is about to implement a law that will out Taliban the Taliban.

Questions always arose as to the worthiness of the Afghan mission. Adrift in violence for centuries the long isolated Afghani are descending back into the Dark Ages no matter the political structure. The Afghan government selectively decided to implement a law that states a woman cannot turn down sex to her husband. Other associated loss of rights are included but this one clause points to the mentality of all male political leaders in Afghanistan. Basically after all this enlightened dying, half the population wouldn't have any human rights.

Almost 120 Canadians died to ensure that the Afghan people, not their government, possesses individual rights above the political and judicial process. Even Nazi Germany didn't go this far. If the law is passed by the Afghan legislative council, Canada shouldn't wait two years before withdrawing its troops.

He's back! The immortal mad monk.

This wasn't my idea. One very intellectual friend* looked at a picture of Ovechkin during the hockey replays. He said that "They must be related. He looks like..."

Scary. He does.

Pictures don't lie. Rasputin's back from the dead!!!


* "...Grigori Rasputin. It explains everything."

**"The name of this expert observer is Patrick R. Carstens."

Update - Misappointment

A misappointment is like a disappointment but not as serious. It is no surprise at all.

Mel Gibson the self righteous got served with divorce papers via his lawyers. Apparently, this has been two years or more in the works. Gibson received the news according to the gossip papers while in Costa Rica busing with blondie.

The first Oksana was not 25 as per her Wikipedia of yesterday but 31 years old. Then again Russians are on the metric system. Different calendars and watches are needed in that system. It was a development that P.E. Trudeau never anticipated. He was into metric screws in a big way.

Yes the first Oksana in the previous post, declared that she was now married and preggers. She did not say who the father was though. According to her she gave Mel a private piano recital.

The second Oksana yelped that she was the one that Mel had a thing for. They were serious. The only problem with serious was that according to the rumor mongers, she was not in Costa Rica for the divorce squeezings.

When one part of trash hits the sidewalk, it seems all the trash makes it out to the curb side. Mel allegedly has had about six affairs within the last two years. This includes a Costa Rican vacation for Britney who uses the last name Spears. Spears by the coincident way... a bleach blonde.

Robyn Gibson nee Moore, understands the issue. Half his fortune will be gone for all the philandering. He wasn't even quite discreet about it. Its a case from courtship to court.

Morality and the uncommon

It seems that morality shifts for the extremely devout, when inconvenienced. Mel Gibson will get an annulment from the Catholic Church. His wife of 28 years, Robyn Moore, happens to be an Anglican future ex-wife headed for divorce court.

Despite proclaiming to the world several years ago just about what a great guy he is, what a great family guy he is, and what a beacon of morality he was. He fooled around with several mistresses since he sent Christ to the cinema.

Gibson seems to favor Russians recently for his amours. According to the Canberra Times, the female companion on Gibson's recent vacation in Costa Rica went by the name of Oksana Kolesnikova. The British tabloids claimed that the dish served hot was Oksana Prochepa.

Now lets have a lineup. Both go by the name Oksana. Since Gibson obviously is a Conservative type. He will pick a blonde for a mistress. If he fools around buying jewelry for Oksana will be easier to hide if all of his paramours are Oksana. Not a bad plan.

A plan except for the paparazzi who manage to fly all over the place following people of notoriety. And a person who makes their living by having fame, cannot exactly turn it off at a convenience. The first and second pics are of Koleniskova. The next two are of Procepa. It is for your edification of course.

Now the confusion reigns while Mel hits the legal business that will deprive him of at least one half of his present assets. Lots of speculation exists on just which is the unlucky girl.

Personal choice aside the females are neither forthcoming with denials. Indeed both appear to be claiming the prize. Prochepa claims the relationship is "serious". Koleniskova does likewise by saying Oksana is such a common name in Russia. However, this was an Oksana in Costa Rica. Maybe there was two?

Both are about the same age, 25 and 24 respectively. Both are chanteuses which is fancy talk for singers. Both would interact in the glamor world accessible by the world's elite. While these photos compare a remarkably similar hair style, the Costa Rica vamp was more brown hair.

Sigh. It is too bad the guys on the bottom of the social ladder can see the reality of this situation. Gibson is an old guy. The only difference is that he is a rich, and old guy. The common man must look on in an envy tempered with a touch of approval. The gold diggers march on over the corpses of the old and stupid. In this we recall the sorry tale of Paul McCartney who must know that if he were poor he sleeps alone. Heather Mills got more out of him than he bargained. Gibson did not have a prenuptial agreement. Its all for love. The rich old guys like to screw the young things and the young things like to screw back. And this circle happily revolves into tomorrow.

Gibson appears not to have been burdened with the detail that he broke God's Covenant. He apparently missed the point of the movies that he made. He is not only an actor. Like any complex person, he does possess other unrelated talents.

Most of Gibson's wealth began with acting but the bulk of his present fortune now comes from wise real estate investments. It helps to have the down in cash.

Usually Gibson portrayed heroes. So much did he, it might have tarnished the view of himself. Had he stuck to acting instead of laying a layer of self righteous religious morality schtick, then few if any observers would be inwardly amused by the widespread public decline of his image.

It must confuse some who tie their beliefs of a person's character to an on screen portrayal by an actor. Devoted fans often attach the morality of the play's or movie's principal character to that of the offstage character of the performer. How often have we seen where actors seem to acquire those traits. Caroll O'Conner, who portrayed Archie Bunker, was beloved by Republicans despite the fact that O'Conner lined up with the left wing of the Democratic Party offscreen. He was a beacon of liberal thinking who had conservative devotees.

Mel Gibson is no William Wallace. Wallace endured privation, hardship and a tortured execution. to secure the identity of the Scottish nation to this very day some 700 years later. His was a life of deed. Gibson on the other hand appears now a self centered hypocrite who lacked the courage and selflessness to remain chaste and true to his vows. Its an interesting flow of events.

What moral possessed Gibson to lay out a lifestyle and not adhere to it? Its difficult to believe that Gibson thought he could get away with a public image of virtuosity, yet keep up a randy private life hidden from exposure. Assign that attitude to a level of extreme arrogance.

Of course, I must confess. Confession is good for the soul. You listening Mel?

Normally I couldn't give a flying floo-doo about Mel Gibson's personal life. However, it gives a damn good excuse to include the pictures of a couple of very pretty girls in this blig. Every blig needs this sort of thing every so often. It keeps interest says a confidant. Use graphics he says. I am. I am.

Save dis mutt.

Look into those eyes. This lost puppy is yet to find a proper home. Rescued from the cruel life of the stuffed puppy mill in a carnival this poor little guy remains alone although in a safe place. Everyone in that house denies knowing, or acknowledging just who the owner is.

The Toronto Humane Society rejected the appeal to have them find a place for this little guy. They are big into biologicals in a discriminating way. Send your support, email, spiritual or really appreciated is financial and I will forward it onto this poor, frail, lonely little dog.

Blag updates - New series

A new series is coming to this blog. This blog is the "only" source for an author who uses the pen name "D'Committio". One easily understands the reasons of another name when you, the reader understands the subject of this author. Its to protect. Its to use.

The focus of D'Committio concerns the prevalent influence over the Canadian political scene by a little known secret society called the "Aluminanutti". Readers are not to copy or distribute this material since widespread knowledge could lead to the demise of this courageous author.

You may have read some of this author's work in other places. You wouldn't know exactly due to the depth of security within which this person must work. She or he is an insider in the exact position to know. By spreading the plans of the Aluminanutti, this person seeks to counteract the power of this secret organization.

D'Committio told me in a secret email a few days ago... A lotto thingsa dey do issa very bad. A lotto thingsa dey do issa good. Itta depends on which way the toiletta spinsa dere buddy.

Quiet now, new career.

Must find work. Must find work that doesn't hurt my back. Must find an employer willing to take on such a worker.

A new search. I have decided on a career. I am now Canada's first and only professional Radio Mime.

Kuebler reinstated

Apparently a military justice agreed with this blag and other expert legal opinion. Lt. Cmdr William Kuebler's fierce defense of Omar Khadr earned the wrath of his commanding officer. Kuebler appealed to the justices on the hearing. And they agreed that only Khadr, the defendent, possessed the legitimate power to fire a defense attorney.

Khadr and others (with the exception of the US Department of the Navy) appear impressed with the unforgiving vigor of Kuebler's defense of Khadr. Colonel Masciola presented Kuebler as incompetent dispite the obvious fact that Kuebler frustrated the kangaroo nature of Masciola's position.

Colonel Masciola represents the Pentagon's choice to defend Khadr. Perplexingly Masciola is also the senior officer in charge of the prosecution of Khadr. He is both accuser and defender. It is a strange arrangement hatched by the Pentagon brain trust. Masciola drips with conflicting interests. His career only benefits if he manages to have Khadr hang. Kuebler on the other hand leads an able defense of Khadr.

Masciola and the Pentagon chose Lt. Cmdr William Kuebler because this man is a Republican, and a deeply religious Christian, a man of the right kind of morals. At first view, this would be the complete worst person to represent Khadr. But what has confounded his superior officers is that Kuebler also possesses a deeply seated sense of ethics. It must be a sense of ethics that most of the US Department of the Navy lacks. Kuebler believes that he must defend Khadr with enthusiastic vigor in the trueist definition of democratic justice, despite the difference in cultural views and despite the fact that Khadr is for all tenses an enemy of the United States.

Kuebler appears to be one of those rare individuals with very strong sense of morality. Khadr seems to respond positively to this honesty wishing that Kuebler continue to be his defense attorney. I know my opinion counts for little. But I am overwhelming glad this person continues.
Someday William Kuebler must run for the office of President of the United States. He is the right stuff.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

• Fox News Sunday (since 1996)

[edit] Drama

• 24 (since 2001)
• Bones (since 2005)
• Dollhouse (since 2009)
• Fringe (since 2008)
• House (since 2004)
• Lie to Me (since 2009)
• Prison Break (2005–2009)
• Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (since 2008)

[edit] Sitcom

• 'Til Death (since 2006)

[edit] Animation

• American Dad! (since 2005)
• Family Guy (1999–2002, since 2005)
• King of the Hill (1997–2009)
• The Simpsons (since 1989)
• Sit Down, Shut Up (since 2009)
• The Cleveland Show (since 2009)

[edit] Reality shows and talent competitions

• American Idol (since 2002)
• America's Most Wanted: America Fights Back (since 1988)
• Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? (since 2007)
• COPS (since 1989)
• Don't Forget the Lyrics! (since 2007)
• Hell's Kitchen (since 2005)
• Kitchen Nightmares (since 2007)
• The Moment of Truth (since 2008)
• So You Think You Can Dance (since 2005)

[edit] Sports events

• NASCAR on FOX (since 2001)
• Major League Baseball on FOX (since 1996)
• NFL on FOX/FOX NFL Sunday (since 1994)
• Four of the five games in the Bowl Championship Series (2007–2010)

[edit] Late night and variety

• MADtv (1995–2009)
• Talkshow with Spike Feresten (since 2006)

[edit] Specials

• Teen Choice Awards (since 1999)
• NAACP Image Awards
• New Year's Eve Live

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.