Whaaaat Theeee F*&^%…Over

Enviro-mental whacko Greenie: “this has never happened before. If you ever want proof of climate change in action this is it. Shut down all fossil fuels and energy….now.

Okay… but…

It did happen before: 1948 / 49…

No story here. Move on…

And before that in 1894.

 City of Vancouver Archives, Out P288. Photo George W. Edwards

Prove it….

This man was able to row alongside the rail line following the worst flood to ever strike BC. It was in the May of 1894 when the snow melted that the Fraser River flooded, water levels eventually reaching almost 8 meters high.

Turns out that BC had ample warning of the potential impact of the “Pineapple Express” from 09 Nov and did nothing, nor did the Province put out a Province wide alert. Farmers in the know should have anticipated the need to bring their cattle and livestock to higher ground…but didn’t.

Again, like the Covid response, government incompetence rise to the top but they will never blame themselves but blame Climate Change…or Trump…and the BC left wing sheeple will all nod their heads in agreement.

And who in their right mind would ever build on a floodplain or in a low lying area that used to be a lake?  Huh? Huh? Greenie enviro-mental wackos, that’s who and when the proverbial liquid shyte hits the fan will blame everyone else except themselves.

What is the old saying? Screw me once, shame on you, screw me twice shame on me, screw me three times…..I am an idiot and a contender for a Darwin Award and the BC legislature.

Bring it on…let it rain.

SJ…Out

 

 

Hero? Or Villain?

Don’t Ask About Empty Shelves, Our Leaders are Too Busy Saving the World

What makes world leaders who can’t fix the most basic problems think they can change the climate?

Daniel Greenfield is a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the David Horowitz Freedom Center specializing in investigative reporting on the Left and Islamic terrorism.

While the supply chain crisis left American store shelves bare, Biden went to a UN climate conference to save the world. Saving the world is a whole lot easier than stocking shelves. Ask any teenager.

But mommy, I’m hungry:

Saving the world used to be the preoccupation of dilettante intellectuals who could solve all of the problems of the world in their heads, but couldn’t handle the simplest life tasks. The rise of socialism has reduced much of the world to the same grandiose incompetence. The western world has been put into the hands of men and women who can’t get anything done, but promise to change the world.

Like the Soviet Union and other Communist countries, we have become a nation of moral crusaders and misery where goods shortages are papered over with wars against intangible social problems. Public officials no longer solve problems, like ivory tower academics they delve into root causes and produce theories explaining why the problems can’t be solved without changing society and humanity.

It’s as if you invited a plumber to fix your toilet only to lectured about the history of plumbing in ancient Egypt, gender roles, and social expectation while your toilet goes on flooding the floor.

Yeah, shit happens.

While Democrats go down the rabbit hole of root causes, their cities are overrun with crime and human waste, prices for everything skyrocket, and some goods can no longer be had at any price. Confronted with this reality, they build walls of words, seizing on talking points to convince the public that the problems don’t exist or that they’re actually symptoms of deep social problems going back centuries even though they only date back to last week. Either approach frees them from having to solve them.

Do elites turn socialist as they become more incompetent or do they become more incompetent as they embrace socialism?

They embrace leftism.

The chicken and the egg problem that made even formerly prosperous Eastern European and Latin American countries into miserable failed states, that divided the two Koreas between booming industry and mass hunger, is arriving in America with much the same outcome.

American bureaucracy is bigger than ever. The growth of administrators in every field outpaces that of ordinary workers, clients, and products produced. No single decree from a scowling boss in Moscow turned a booming nation of individualists into a timid managerial state with endless rules that apply to every facet of work and everyday life. It was the slow accumulation of individual inertia, cultural safetyism, and crises, real and manufactured, that fossilized into a state of permanent administration.

I have a government job. I have it made in spades. Oops, can’t say that.

The hunger of the administrative state for more power and the natural insecurities of its wards gave us everything from the welfare state to universal masking. The shutdowns and mandates of the pandemic are only the latest inevitable development from a system that reacts to every crisis with collective panics that transfer power from the public to unelected bureaucrats. Whatever the details of a crisis, its primary function is to generate more regulations and more overseers to see everyone follows them.

Everything the progressives touch turns to shyte.

None of these regulations do anything except generate more insecurity and seize more power. Each succeeding generation views unrestricted freedom as an increasingly alien condition. A generation terrified of the Second Amendment birthed a generation terrified of the First Amendment. Each set of restrictions is deemed insufficient by the frightened generation that is raised under their rule.

If you think today’s college students are snowflakes, wait until the children who were raised to fear their own parents as sources of infection and to wear masks everywhere finally come of age.

It’s no great challenge to convince a society of frightened people that the end of the world is near.

“The end is nigh. So says Bill Nigh, the science guy.”

Call it the ice age, global warming, climate change, or whatever panic brand replaces them when the marketers and pollsters decide that the current term is insufficiently triggering: to people who have been taught to be afraid of everything the end of the world is an entirely plausible scenario.

How about the Atmospheric River…? My favourite.

Environmentalism, like every root cause crisis, tells us to be afraid of ourselves. The terror of our words, our faces, our thoughts, and our possessions has always haunted the Left. Where visionaries saw possibilities, socialism has only seen threats. Its promises to save the world don’t spring from a place of courage, but of fear of others and of the inability of its acolytes to come to grips with real life.

Those who can, do. And those who can’t, warn others that doing anything is the root of all evil.

And become enviro-mentals. Enviro – mentalism is a new psychological disorder.

What else could such a worldview bring forth other than the incompetence, corruption, and tyranny that we see all around us. Problems become power grabs and so there’s no incentive to solve them, only to make them worse. Leftist ideology rationalizes most problems as inherently unsolvable in the short term, only in some long term utopian eventuality that reboots all of human society around its ideals.

Those lefties are so damn righteous.

Problems like empty store shelves or crime in the streets are ultimately caused by capitalism, individualism, the nuclear family, and the existence of humanity. There’s no solving them without addressing root causes like human nature, civilization, and the survival instinct. Like the USSR, the goal posts for solving even the most mundane problems get moved all the way into infinity.

This arrangement is quite convenient for the bureaucracies, public and private, from which leftist systems and ideologies draw their power. It frees teachers not to teach, companies not to innovate, and officials not to solve problems even as they organize moral crusades against the end of the world.

The true purpose of bureaucracy is always to eliminate competition. The chaos of individualism is collectively managed by stultifying regulations whose goal isn’t fixing problems, but preventing surprises. The administrative state can accept the deaths of millions as long as it follows the rules. That’s why all the administrators who forced nursing homes to accept coronavirus infected patients were never held responsible for the mass deaths that resulted from their horrifying decisions.

I am from the government and I am here to help you…fail. But that’s okay snowflake.

Most were even rewarded.

The pandemic shutdowns weren’t motivated by fear of infections, but of unscheduled and uncontrolled infections. The administrative state doesn’t mind people dying, as long as they decide who dies.

And who lives.

World leaders fleeing problems at home to talk global warming at the UN’s COP26 are leaving behind real challenges that they’ve given up trying to solve and are saving the world. What makes leaders like Biden or Boris Johnson, Merkel or Trudeau, who have badly screwed up the prosaic problems they were tasked with believe that they can change the climate when they can’t do much smaller things?

Yeah, but the appies were yummy.

Western leaders no longer tackle real problems that can be solved, only imaginary ones that can’t. Like their socialist forebears they define an overwhelming problem, economic classes, systemic racism, or climate change, and then spend all their time at seminars on how to best tackle its root causes. The solution invariably involves moving money around in ways that favor them and their power base.

This brand of messianic workshopped Communism is even worse than the original because actual Communist regimes at least cared about production while wealthy western leftists outsource production to third world countries so they can spend more time fighting systemic racism or the weather.

I always thought race is im with the millennial crows…Peleton anyone?

Our shortages may be currently less severe than those of a proper Communist dictatorship, but our leaders are even more detached from the basic responsibility of elected officials which is not to “safeguard democracy”, but to justify their work to the system and the people who elected them.

Except for toilet paper. Have lots of that but one cannot live on shyte alone.

With Biden, America skipped past Lenin and Stalin to go right to the Brezhnev era with senescent apparatchiks overseeing the decline of a country and an economy they don’t actually understand.

Enjoy the decline.

America’s elites, bad or good, used to understand how things actually worked. And then they became the products of Ivy League institutions which traded practical skills for abstract theories. Our elites have learned how to lie to us and to rob us, and tell us it’s for our own good, and how to retreat into academic theories to avoid dealing with reality. They’ve learned how to manipulate the artificial systems of bureaucracy and its abstract rule sets, but know next to nothing about the real world.

They’re happy to save the world. Just don’t ask them where the beef is.

Can you imagine if these doorknobs had been leading us during World War Two….Yah Vol.

Are they heroes or villains?

SJ…out.

No Ying

It is now time to show some leadership in this country and get tough…and kick ass:

“Speaking of people stranded in B.C., as many as 500 workers with Coastal GasLink are now trapped within their work camps after activists allegedly used stolen equipment to destroy access roads leading to the site . While the pipeline carries the approval of elected band councils along its route, it is opposed by a faction of hereditary chiefs within the Wet’suwet’en First Nation, who endorsed the blockade. In a statement issued amidst the worst of Monday’s flooding, the government of B.C. Premier John Horgan condemned the blockades. “The right to protest does not extend to criminal actions,” it read . (National Post)

But, he won’t do anything.

Breaking news: Meghan Markel tells all of how she and Prince Harry went out on a date incognito in Toronto. “Nobody recognized us…” she said. It was neat.” Source? Narcissistic News.

Have Mask…Can’t Travel

We’re coming for you next. What the &^%$ over. I thought the government was going to stay out of the bedrooms of the nation:

Chantalle Aubertin, a spokeswoman for Justice Minister David Lametti, said the government is committed to a “complete ban” on conversion therapy.

Schiavo said his organization expects the new version of the bill to be stronger than the last and introduced within weeks of the new Parliament starting.

“Our expectation — what we have heard — is that upcoming legislation will introduce a complete ban on conversion practices without any loopholes for age, gender identity or faith,” he said.

Yet they can cut off my son’s “cahoowee” or my daughter’s breasts without my knowledge or permission.  Leftist madness and insanity.

My children have no responsibilities therefore they have no rights.

Note: There is no difference between any of our political parties here in Canada. They, including the Conservative Party of Canada, are all left leaning. There is no longer a Ying for a Yang. No choice. No balance. If you are a conservative you are instantly branded a red neck, a racist, a bigot that wears wife beater tee shirts.

Flexing large man in tee shirt on white background

 

The left are the most intolerant people on earth. My solution? Watch the decline in everything in this country of ours. I will no longer vote federally as every party here is anathema to my core values and beliefs.


Have a great weekend. Another “Beach Boys” classic. A simpler time.

Sorry, I lied.

Have a great weekend.

SJ…Out

BTW, this is the standard of reporting in Canada…well eastern Canada…sad

Don’t Worry

And we’re F*&ked?

Give yer head a shake.


This is interesting:

“The Arctic Ocean is warming up, icebergs are growing scarcer and in some places the seals are finding the water too hot, according to a report to the Commerce Department yesterday from Consul Ifft, at Bergen, Norway.

“Reports from fishermen, seal hunters and explorers, he declared, all point to a radical change in climate conditions and hitherto unheard-of temperatures in the Arctic zone. Exploration expeditions report that scarcely any ice has been met with as far north as 81 degrees 29 minutes. Soundings to a depth of 3,100 meters showed the gulf stream still very warm.

“Great masses of ice have been replaced by moraines of earth and stones, the report continued, while at many points well known glaciers have entirely disappeared. Very few seals and no white fish are found in the eastern Arctic, while vast shoals of herring and smelts, which have never before ventured so far north, are being encountered in the old seal fishing grounds.”

“Ice conditions were exceptional. In fact, so little ice has never before been noted … This is the farthest north ever reached with modern oceanographic apparatus.”

“…It is of interest to note the unusually warm summer in Arctic Norway and the observations of Capt. MartinIngebrigstaen, who has sailed the eastern Arctic for 54 years past. He says that he first noted warmer conditions in 1918, that since that time it has steadily gotten warmer, and that to-day the Arctic of that region is not recognizable as the same region of 1868 to 1917.”

Newspaper article published in…………………….1922.

Raoul Amundson found the arctic ice free in 1903.

The environments would argue that these are normal fluctuations yet in today’s world when a so called storm of the century comes, or a so called heat dome (heat wave) or a winter’s polar vortex (cold snap) they cry see…see…climate change. Fossil Fuels!!!

We are being deceived big time. Just like the Covid scare.

All I have to say is:

Enjoy life and leave the worrying, anxiety to the lefty enviro – mentals.

SJ…Out

 

Red Jewel 1

I am going to attempt to flog my books for awhile. Besides I am really sick and tired of all the Covid / Climate Change BS out there. God only knows where we are headed.

One cannot possibly think that this guy wasn’t a genius.


Red Jewel excerpt:

Jim disconnected his harness and opened the main hatch and went below, closing the hatch behind him. In spite of the motion of Red Jewel, the main cabin was okay, everything remained secured in its place. He found his bunk and fell in but he could not sleep. It was impossible. He was bouncing around like some cork caught up in the middle of a rippled pond. But this was the ocean. It was uncomfortable. It was dangerous. Red Jewel was like that cork but bobbing around on the vastness of the Pacific Ocean.

Suddenly, Jim heard Nigel screaming for him. In what seemed to be a few minutes turned out to be two hours. It was 0245. He couldn’t believe he had slept through all of the motional chaos that was before him. “I must have been tired,” he thought. The cabin interior was jacking and jerking and lurching in every direction it seemed. Up and down she went, sometimes violently, so much so that he seemed to have lost weight in a gravity free environment. He felt his stomach rise up and into his throat and then fall back again as the deadweight lead of his legs dragged his stomach into the lower reaches of his abdomen. He hadn’t felt a sensation like this since his youth riding the “Red Flyer” or the “Rotor”[1] at the CNE in his home town of Toronto. Man oh man.

“Jim…Jim…for fuck’s sakes get up…get up here. I need you…now.”

Jim got up but fell back, unbalanced, into his bunk due to the erratic movement of Red Jewel. Just then he heard a loud bang, followed by another, and another. “What the fuck was that?” BANG! It seemed as if Red Jewel had grounded or had sailed into a wall. After the bang, the interior bulkheads, deckhead and portside walls of Red Jewel vibrated and shook violently: reverberating like a sound wave from the forward anchor pocket down the port side of the cabin to the after compartments.  It was frightening for Jim to feel a sensation such as this. It was as if a large invisible tuning fork had been set off in the confined interior spaces of Red Jewel. He had never experienced vibrations such as this on this trip…or anywhere. He could feel them. They went right through him, touched his very soul. It was frightening for him to experience something that for him was indescribable and inescapable. Every time the hull fell into that unseen trough and wall of water and came out the other side, the same thing occurred. Could Red Jewel stand up to this kind of abuse? Not wanting to see or experience any more of this in the closed confines of the cabin, Jim found his equilibrium, got out of his bunk and went topside. What he saw startled him. Nigel was standing up in the cockpit with both hands gripping the tiller. It took all of his strength to control Red Jewel. The pressure on the rudder could be felt in the tiller.

“Holy shit.” Jim couldn’t see anything as it was still as black as Toby’s arse outside, as Nigel would say. He closed the hatch behind him, grabbed his harness and secured himself to a combing hard point of the cockpit. The wind was howling now. No longer on a comfortable run before the wind, Red Jewel responded to a wind that was coming out of the north by northwest. They were on a broad reach, starboard tack.

They couldn’t see the seas except for the occasion brush of water that came off of the starboard bow. Some spray made its way back into the cockpit. Its saltiness and flare stung. It was cool to the face. Jim could just make out Nigel’s features. They were tight. His eyes were intense…entirely focused. His brow and sight lines were furrowed. His jaw was set, firmly, and with purpose to the task at hand.  Occasionally you could see his teeth: clenched as they were. He couldn’t relax. His whole body was tense, like a spring about to recoil. The conditions were taxing and becoming more-so. His hair flew back, almost horizontally, as the wind’s strength increased. His expression was maddening for he looked concerned at the manifestation of the elements that were before him.

“Gawd, I’m tired Jim.” You will have to spell me off for awhile. I cannot control her much more.”

I got up and placed myself behind him. Straddling the tiller I grabbed it and was shocked at the amount of pressure on it. It took everything in my power to keep Red Jewel under control.

“I got it Nigel.”

Nigel moved forward until he was clear of the tiller. He dropped on to the starboard side bench of the cockpit. He strapped himself in with his harness. He was spent.

“Try to stay on this course Jim.” he paused for a moment to catch his breath and then continued. “The wind will try and take you up into it. You can’t let that happen. Fall off, work the helm and try to stay the course. The wind and the pressure on Red Jewel’s rudder will want to take you up and up again.  You will have to fight it to maintain control….up and up again and then… fall off….on course…and…control the…foresail…and” and with that he nodded off…in place. Jim couldn’t believe that Nigel could fall asleep on the spot like that…and so fast, especially in these conditions.

[1] Also known as the “Hell Hole.”

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God Only Knows, from Pet Sounds:

 

SJ…Out

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