I decided to present a Pinocchio meter to measure the amount of Bull Crap coming out of Canada’s Liberal Government.
“Canada has the best GDP growth in the G7” – so says Squeaky Champaign, Canada’s Finance Minister.
“Yes Mr. Speaker, this is true.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire. My nose is growing.
Excerpt from my latest book: “The Ridge,” due out in the fall.
The King pulled the lanyard and drawstring. The Canadian flag fell off and down to the feet of the statue. When revealed, the air at Vimy was devoid of sound. You could hear a pin drop, and then, after a few moments, a collective gasp. Charlotte broke down as soon as she saw the statue. I held her close as I gazed in amazement upon the marble and stone sculpture. The symbolism is overwhelming.
Mother Canada. “Bereft,” looking down and out in grief and mourning for her lost sons. Her head is veiled; her sad eyes emit a melancholy and cast a downward loving glance to the tomb of the unknown soldier below her: a son that she failed to protect and save from death. Her chin rests on one arm, while her garments drape and fall off her right shoulder. The cold limestone and marble are suddenly transformed into a living testament of acute despondency. Sadness! That is the predominant emotion. “Canada Bereft” reminds me of Lot’s wife, turning back to Sodom in vain to grasp the lifeblood of her sons. I could not hold back my tears.
The band struck up “Rule, Britannia!” The King, the Guard, and the veterans stood at attention, proudly saluting Mother Canada and the Vimy Memorial in totality. The flag bearers raised their flags in tribute. The band played “Land of Hope and Glory” and “Abide with Me.” A massive aerial flypast by the English and French air forces crowned the ceremony—and just like that, it was over. The crowds were invited to place wreaths, flowers, and other mementos of loved ones at the tomb of the unknown soldier, or simply to walk around the site and mingle as they saw fit to observe, admire, and reflect.
Canada fought under the British Crown during World War 1. 61,000 Canadians died.
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Mark Carney describes Nova Scotia’s economic future as ‘sexy’ during Halifax visit. The PM let it slip that he finds economics “sexy,” as only a banker could, but at least he was in a safe space when he did it.
Yes it is sexy as their economy, under the Liberal government, is fooked!
This is a repost. Given all the progressive crap going on today, I still think is is germane.
Who am I?
If I believe that we should live within out means, at all levels of government, then call me a conservative;
If I am for pro-life, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in strong family values, then call me a conservative;
If I have respect for people of authority, then call me a conservative;
If I have respect for my fellow man, then call me a conservative;
If I believe that parents should instill values into our children, and not by proxy, then call me a conservative;
If I believe parents should instill mores into our children then call me a conservative;
If I believe in God and call myself a Christian, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in the “rule of law” then call me a conservative;
If I believe in a strong country with strong human rights then call me a conservative;
If I believe that an individual(s) should be assessed on merit and not by gender, or race, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in a binary gender code of conduct, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in helping my fellow man, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in our duly elected representatives, right or left, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in personal responsibility, then call me a conservative;
If I believe that there are consequences, good or bad, for our individual action(s) then call me a conservative;
If I don’t believe in handouts, except for those that legitimally need them, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in a hard work and moral ethos then call me a conservative;
If I believe that the actions of our teachers should be solely focused on the fundamentals of education – the 3 rs, and nothing else, then call me a conservative;
If I believe that university professors should teach and not pontificate or indoctrinate, then call me a conservative;
If I believe in critical thought then call me a conservative;
If I appall “Group Think,” then call me a conservative;
If I believe in free speech then call me a conservative;
If I don’t believe in entitlements, for their own sake, then call me a conservative;
If I believe that universities do more harm than good, then call me a conservative;
If I respect our military, then call me a conservative; and
If I respect myself, then call me a conservative.
If any of the above are questionable, objectionable or offensive to you, then call yourself a liberal.
Some mysteries of life:
Have you ever noticed how many sick people shop at health food stores?? Hmmm?;
How politicians are able to talk out of both sides of their mouths, at the same time?;
Why is it that an electrical cord, or a length of line, when wound up correctly, is full of knots when unwinding? Hmmm?
When things go wrong they really go wrong;
The bus always comes along right after you light up that cigarette.
The time waiting in line at checkout is inversely proportional to the length of that line;
The 4 most terrifying words that a single male will ever hear while waiting to pay at a grocery store checkout line are; “Price check, aisle 3”
Enough for now.
Song for the day. A forgotten classic:
SJ…………………………………Out
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My wife calls me little Joe. You know, that guy from Li’l Abner who walks around all the time with a cloud over his head:
Joe…I can’t pronounce his last name…Joe Btfsplk
I am not sure this is a correct description of me but consider this:
When I drive somewhere I hit almost every red light. It gets worse if I am late for something or I am in a hurry;
If things are bad, when I am around, they are really bad;
If I pick the shortest line at a checkout it is sure to be the longest wait;
I always get stuck beside an elderly woman who is trying to make change with the cashier with pennies that she has trouble finding in her change purse;
I always seem to find the cashier who cannot count or make change without a calculator;
When I want to go golfing it is sure to rain. But when I realize this and I prepare for rain, it is always sunny – and I am sweating in my rain gear;
When I go sailing there is no wind. When I try to flash up the outboard engine because there is no wind, it never starts. When I take down the sails, the wind pipes up;
My lawn mower won’t start. So, I take it in for repairs and when the technician pulls the cord, it starts immediately;
When I go into the passing lane with my car, the inside lane, curb side, goes faster;
I always get stuck behind the guy doing 10 miles below the speed in the inside lane. When I try to go around him in the passing lane…well…the inside lane starts to pass me…again, as the guy going below the speed limits turns at the next exit!;
When I go to the pool after not being there for some time, it is down for annual maintenance. When it finally opens and I do go, some dumb little shyte, drops a “sweet marie” in the shallow end. Out of the pool everyone;
People do things in moderation so I can do them in excess;
In accordance with my law of physics whenever I do some action there is always an opposite and equal reaction;
I am put on hold all of the time;
When I go into a line for (insert service here) there is always a group of people ahead of me. Yet when it is finally my turn for service, there is never anyone behind me and then the clerk puts up her “closed” sign. So I stand in line, get to the front…it is my turn…then closed…repeat!;
Whenever I have a group BBQ over at my home, rest assured that the propane tank will be empty. And if I preplan and ensure that the tank has enough gas rest assured assured (again), that the regulator will be tits up;
When I put on a tee shirt it is always backward. And, when I know this and take precautions by turning the tee around before I put it on it will always be put on backwards;
No matter how I take precautions I always spill some food on my clean tee or on my clean shirt. If I take precautions by wearing a bib it will bite my ass by spilling something onto my tee or shirt when I take the bib off;
I remember playing roulette. I observed at first: red, then red, red and then red again. So I played red and it came up black. I played black even and it came up red odd. What are the odds of that?;
Theory is the bane of my learning experience, practically speaking in my case;
Last November I went to Oktoberfest. Nevertheless, it was great….no lineups. I showed them!;
In spite of everything, people say that I am a wise fool. In other words, I am an oxy moron!;
I went into an organic health food store the other day and picked up a case of shingles; and
In that same health food store I also got sick to my stomach.
I pull into a gas station with 16 pumps, half of which are available. I pick one, get out of my car only to find out that the pump I selected is out of service. By the time I got back in my car to move, all of the other available pumps are taken;
A local college asked me to take an aptitude and skills test. I agreed and took the test. The results came back and indicated that I was “good for nothing.” I wasn’t fussed about it at all, as all of my teachers in school said the same thing about me. I thrive on consistency. In my case…BAD;
One time I had to go really, really bad. I rushed into the men’s room and there before me were four stalls. I picked one but…yes…you guessed it…it was out of service and two others were plugged. Just as I was about to enter the last one some dude beat me to it;
Her glass is half full, his is half empty. But mine? Well, it broke into a million shards; and
But that’s ok for if it wasn’t for bad luck I would have no luck at all;
It’s not so bad being me in my self deprecating style!
By the way, Li’l Abner was launched in 1909 and continued until 1979. It survived two world wars, the great depression, dust bowl and many other catastrophes. In that regard I don’t seem to have it all that bad.
Out!
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Joe…I can’t pronounce his last name…Joe Btfsplk
