Canada’s newest military Command, better known as: “when you don’t have money you reorganize”
Lt.-Gen. Darcy Molstad and Chief Warrant Officer Donovan Crawford have been named as the inaugural Canadian Joint Forces Command (CJFC) command team.
Two guys in charge of 10,000 staff in Ottawa. Scene of Disneyland on the Rideau. Yup. In keeping with the Forces operational doctrine, that should, work.
One step forward and three steps back.
“Alt Left, alt right, alt left, alt right…ALT!” Just like military golf.
“The command, to be based for now at the Department of National Defence’s Carling Avenue campus in Ottawa,” better know as “Northern Lite,” “will oversee existing capabilities that provide support for the Canadian Forces, Molstad said in an interview.
Those include military health services, logistics and operational support branches as well as joint force development in the oversight of 200 operational combat soldiers. A ratio of 50 to one or 50 generals to 1 private.
“Yup. About right.” one Canadian general was heard to say.
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“The size of this organization right now is almost 10,000 people strong,” Molstad said. “This is going to optimize the reporting chain of command.”
“Yes, we’ll have 5o senior officers barking orders to one private. The message should get through…loud and clear.”
This is the new Canadian Defence hierarchical chain of Command.
“We took the model from the hierarchical chain of command of Canada’s Health Care System. A broad base to support narrowmindedness. We like to call it “a site oversight.” one General remarked.
A Canadian success story…Eh?
Canada’s new submarine fleet is gaining traction:
Canada’s procurement system is broken. We forgot to tell the contractors in the Statement of Requirement (SOR) that the new subs had to perform in or under the water not NEAR THE WATER!
Eejit.
The Prime Clown in Canada’s House of Clowns.
Where nothing gets accomplished through Liberal Obfuscation.
Canadian Government should be ashamed of the school boys and girls antics of our parliamentary system. Liberal arrogance on steroids.
I now know where Carney is going to get his fleet of submarines.
Why buy the best when you can buy British.
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“I put on my tunic. White shirt and green tie. Grey flannel pants. Black Oxfords. I have my medals fastened to my tunic. Slightly askew but on purpose I may add because I have always wanted to stick it to the strict regimentation and uniformity of the Army. But they cannot hurt me now.
My medals. Ah, these medal gongs. The British War Medal and the Victory Medal, and a few other odds and sods from a grateful nation—be it Canada, Britain, and even France. I was a member in good standing, I might add, of the proud and true Canadian Expeditionary Force. Distinctly Canadian in structure, but not in command. We came under the authority and control of Great Britain, as our Canadian constitution held us under British rule for matters of foreign affairs. So, when Britain declared war on the Hun in 1914, we in Canada were automatically at war with Germany. Same for Australia, New Zealand, India, and other nations that fall under the British Commonwealth of Nations. That was a sore point for me. Yes, Canada was a young and sovereign nation, Alberta even younger and prouder, patriotic to the core—but the British bulldog still had control of our foreign affairs back in the day. To King and Country. God Save the King—and all of that of which I had mixed feelings. For me, it will always be The Maple Leaf Forever. The rallying cry of our boys. The Red Ensign, or Green for us land pounders.
“Da dah dah dah, da dada dah…” whistling now in a low tone:
The Maple Leaf
Our Emblem Dear,
The Maple Leaf Forever.
God save our King and heaven bless,
The Maple Leaf Forever.
A great martial tune. It provided the perfect cadence for a march past. I could never understand the significance of the Maple Leaf though, as this was not native to the Canadian West. Certainly not Alberta. It was more emblematic of the old Upper, Lower, and Eastern Canadian provinces—the original provinces of Canada of 1867. It was a great tune, nonetheless. It held us together in a litany of pride and patriotism for our country. It brought a tear to the eye whenever it was played.
“C’mon, Dad. We must go. There is a bus for us to take us out to the site.”
“Coming, sweetie.”
“Hey, did ya know that Robespierre was born and raised in Arras Charlotte?
“No, I did not.” She responded, quizzically.
“And the entire Arras plain is chalky. A grey/white chalky texture. Like the white cliffs of Dover. Everywhere, including the ridge. Did ya know that, Charlotte?”
“No, I did not Dad.” Now come on. We must meet the bus outside of the lobby.”
‘The Sappers loved it.’ I thought to myself.
The memorial was only about six kilometers from Arras. You could almost see its two large pilons sitting on a flat, symmetrical base and standing like guards over the surrounding landscape. Even from our distance just outside of Arras, it looked majestic. Blindingly white, its mass of stone and marble stood high on a ridge above the Douai plains to the east and the countryside of the area to the west, known as the Pays d’Artois. On our short journey to the site, I could see rolling hills, woods, and picturesque villages—most of which are being restored after the carnage and destruction of the so-called “War to End All Wars.” As I sat there on our bus, looking out over the farmer’s fields, I could not discern the potential or the beauty of the countryside as it looks today, but only the death and destruction, horror, and hell of yesterday. That was—or is—my reality. My subconscious mind could only interpret this picturesque landscape, as it is viewed in the here and now, to the grey hues and chromatic tones of death, dismemberment, horror, and hell. Whenever we passed a farmer’s ditch, I could only see craters. A farmer’s drainage ditch fell to me as an endless trench. No color, just the dark tones of eternal rest in…DEATH.
“Are you okay, Dad?” My daughter Charlotte touched my arm as she asked me in a hushed voice.
“I smiled at her reassuringly.” I am fine sweetie. Just lost in thought of the years gone by.”
Our bus was full of men just like me, lost in their own thoughts—veterans of these fields of blood. I wonder what memories are racing through their minds.
Looking out across these fields and rolling hills to the bright white memorial that was now ahead of us, I had to ask: ‘How on earth did I survive when so many of my countrymen, fellow soldiers like me, did not?’
Survivor’s guilt, perhaps?
To me, this was a mystery of my life—one that only God has the answer to.
It was deathly quiet on our bus. We disembarked on a grassy plain that was a short walking distance to the memorial. Finally, after such a long journey, here I am again at VIMY RIDGE!”
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22 Billion dollars to Ukraine from Canada. No checks, no balances, no audits, no accountability. Going going, gone to a Ukrainian system with massive corruption. See ya Uke. “Its been a hoot.”
“My next job Mr. Speaker will be in directing traffic in France. Oui!”
Billions to Stellantis to progress the Liberal EV agenda. No checks, no balances, no audits, no accountability. Going, going, gone. Joly never read the contract. Stellantis moves to the US…”see ya Joly. Its been a hoot. Thanks for the money and thanks for the memories.”
ArriveCan app. Millions to progress Liberal agenda. No checks, no balances, no audits, no accountability. Going, going gone. “See ya basement program dwellers. Its been a hoot. Code ya later.”
And on and on it goes. No oversight. No accountability. Obfuscation. It is the Liberal way. All of this makes the Liberal ADSCAM scandal look like child’s play.
Canada is looked upon internationally as not being a serious country. A gullible government. Laughable.
Say it ain’t so.
Say What?
Tanker ban on the west coast. No tankers and no pipeline. A fools game. Why?
They, the enviro – mentalists, always refer to the Exxon Valdez as to what can happen is a tanker loses its load. Well the Exxon Valdez occurred 36 years ago. It was cleaned up and it occurred in Alaskan waters, not in BC waters. The US continues to send oil tankers down the west coast from Alaska. What is the BC government of the Indigenous people going to do about that? Nothing.
Furthermore, the massive oil rig spill in the Gulf of Mexico a few years back was successfully plugged and the mess cleaned up in a matter of months, not years. If the Indigenous people refuse to allow the oil tankers in BC waters then they can be content not to be funded and subsidized for their lifestyle by us the taxpayer. We can no longer afford this.
There have been no spills since 1989. The US takes steps to ensure an oil spill does not occur with ships with double hulls, pilots, tug consorts etc. Coincidentally, there have been many spills in BC coastal waters. But they have been due to diesel barge mishaps with tugs in tow. There have been three massive spills from these fuel barges over the past 40 years. Fuel delivered to…wait for it…ta da…First Nation’s communities! BC and the indigenous’ stand on this issue is hypocrisy on steroids.
And the pipeline MOU? It is a Memorandum of Understanding. Nothing more, nothing less. It does not commit to anything. It is just an agreement that the Feds will do this if the province of Alberta does that. No commitment whatsoever. Meanwhile, as the interested parties play their political games in the House of Clowns and the BC Legislature, the project years fall away inside the Major Projects Office in Calgary and nothing is accomplished. The pipeline? It ain’t going to happen.
Would you invest in a country with endless bureaucracy, red tape and regulations? Not me, and therein lies the problem. Over regulation. Just like the EU. Did you know that there are 250 EU regulations on growing straight cucumbers? No? I bent you didn’t. Well there are and Canada, under the Liberals and NDP are going down that path.
Canada is doomed, economically, and we only have ourselves to blame. By that I mean our government. Third World status here we come.
In protest I will fly this flag at my home until competence and integrity returns to this country.
And our national anthem:
Two faced PM. He says one thing to one person / group and another completely opposite thing to another.
“Alberta and the Federal Government are working with Alberta on a Memorandum of Understanding (MOU) to address the proposed pipeline to the west coast. To be announced with great fanfare Thursday (today). See, see, my government is working hard on this file.”
Yes…but:
In the House of Clowns yesterday and CBC report at minute 2:28.
It is an MOU, which mean nothing. Our PM appeases Alberta (temporarily) that he understand Alberta’s requirement for a pipeline to the coast. He is onboard with this requirement but he states categorically that he is sensitive to the concerns of the Province of BC and the indigenous people – with their needs.
The MOU in Carney’s words create “necessary conditions but not sufficient conditions.” What does that mean except more Liberal obfuscation and non committal? He has told the BC premier that the project will have to have BC’s and indigenous approval before he is willing to sign off on it. Liberal political speak for: “It aint going to happen.” And our PM can tell Alberta: “Well, we support it Danielle, but you have to have the approval of the BC premier and indigenous groups to proceed.”
He is leaving this nation building project to be resolved by the Premier of Alberta and not the Feds – just what our PM wants. In accordance with the Canadian constitution, it is the fed’s responsibility to sort out cross provincial nation building projects. Our government has relinquished the responsibility to Alberta so our PM say – with the MOU in place – see, see, we fully support Alberta but the province will have to get BC on side, which under the current climate is never going to happen. “Not my fault Danielle!”
And this:
In September 2025 Carney, at the United Nations, formally recognized the State of Palestine.
HAMAS is dancing in the streets.
Oh no, it’s our Prime Mortician, Snidely Whiplash, again – out to destroy Canada.
Trudeau One started the decline with his multi-culturalism, diversity schtick. Trudeau Two continued the destruction of Canada with his gender based policies and anti resource management initiatives and Snidely will facilitate the end of Canada and finish us off as the economic devastation train comes barreling down on all of us. Carney and his incompetent Liberals will oversee the destruction of this once great nation.
Civil service with guns, Canadian Coast Guard is now part of defence. Carney wants to have 300,000 civil servants to take a one week military training course. That way he can claim that Canada is meeting NATO targets. More liberal obfuscation. What could go wrong?
Recent decisions by courts and even the federal Veterans Affairs Minister to uphold poppy-wearing bans in certain courtrooms, despite widespread public backlash. Pinsky called the reasoning “legally baseless” and “morally disconnected,” while Koop warned of a growing trend of courts ruling based on implausible hypotheticals rather than facts.
Nation building projects: Joke is on us. This was set up by Carney to assist in getting nation building projects fast tracked though the approval process. Paying some woman $750,000 a year to do this. No staff, no office as yet but more bureaucracy – just what Canada needs. All of these so called nation building projects have been on the mill long before Carny became PM.
If Carney was serious he would get rid of the regulations that are strangling investment in Canada but he won’t do that. Instead he sets up another bureaucracy to stickhandle projects through the “economy destroying” regulations that the Liberals set up themselves! OBFUSCATION on steroids. Incompetence!
CLEANING HOUSE: Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy announce efforts to reform his country’s energy sector amid a massive corruption.
Meanwhile Canada just approved another billion for Ukraine and 600 Million to promote LGBTQRSTU in Africa. Meanwhile at home:
4 million food bank visits a year! Insane
“But our economy is strong. Canada strong.” So says Snidely. “First in the G7 to go off the economic cliff because we are number one in the G7 economically, don’t ya know.”
Hey, they all go to the same tailor as Carney.
Caucus unrest treated as a calamity when it involves the Conservatives, while Liberals get a pass
Budget 2025: A “Responsible Plan” With Numbers No Auditor Would Trust
If you ever wanted to see Ottawa pull a stunt that would get a private-sector CFO fired, hauled into an audit, and walking out in handcuffs, this is it: Budget 2025. And the best part? Thanks to the Parliamentary Budget Officer, we now have the receipts.
Meet the IMF economist with a major influence on Mark Carney’s big-spending ways budget.
Georgieva, a graduate of the Karl Marx Institute of Economics, is even quoted generously in the two-page foreword section of the federal budget. She came first in her class. Here she is with Canada’s finance minister “Squeaky” Champagne.
Whereas Mark Carney, An Oxford grad in economics came 31st in a class of 30
But Muslim values are Canadian values – so say our PM. Video: Jewish Students at a Toronto University Barricade Themselves Against Islamist Rioters Trying to Lynch Them
This is Toronto Metropolitan University. Jewish students barricade themselves against Islamist rioters who are trying to lynch them. pic.twitter.com/ZcqxbWGq6G
Ontario school posts Islamic dance video as Easter limited to basket craft
Army base Gagetown is now serving halal chicken in its cafeteria. I wonder what the Colonel says about that? Well it is finger licking good…SIR!
Canadians….WAKE UP
Oh yeah. Rumor has it that Minister Melanie Joly, Canada’s Valley Girl, will get the Ambassador to France job. She denies it. Says she has important work to do for Canada’s auto sector. This from the minister that failed to read the Stellantis (GM) government billion dollar subsidization contract, according to a Blackrock reporter. Stellantis closed shop and is moving operations to the US. Money? Gone. No comeback. Lost!
Code for… Liberal obfuscation as she will be gone! Count on it and please Melanie, go. As soon as possible.
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…I can also see narrow avenues or streets that exit and enter the square at its corners, like rivers entering or feeding a small lake. Amazing. The Grand Place of Arras is like an interaction of time, space, and place. To me this whole scene has a synergy to it. A beautiful synergy to some folk as everything falls into place. No matter the significance or insignificance of the place or the people, the Grand Place, as they call it, is the heartbeat of this city. It is here that you will find your government offices, your cobbler, fishmonger, boulangerie, patisserie, cafes, and even a cloth factory. Typically, the weekly market takes place at this location every Friday. Is it synergistic? It is—a beautiful synergy, like nature itself, where everything has its place and functionality by grand design.
And while it may seem beautiful to most, for me the whole scene is boringly beautiful.
But it wasn’t always this way.
No, it was not. And given the sad state of this place when I was last here twenty-two years ago, I cannot believe how much it has changed over a brief period. It seems like only yesterday that I was walking among the ruins of this place. It was a dreadful, terrible domicile of death. Arras is a dichotomy to me in that while the scene before me now is amazing—peaceful, restive, and reflective—I did everything in my power to shield my consciousness from the terror and horror that this place represents. Up until this point in time, Arras, and its vicinity to the plains and the hills and the outlying farms—did not exist.
“Dad…dad…DAD!”
Hmmm? Hmmm? I turned away from the window toward the sound of a familiar voice. Ah yes, my daughter. My beautiful daughter Charlotte. She has come to fetch me, no doubt. Just in time to pull me out of my funk.
I smiled at her, knowingly and lovingly.
“It is that time, sweetie?”
“Yes, dad. We must go. The dedication ceremony is scheduled to start in two hours. They want us there early.”
Of course they do, I thought. To form up, no doubt. The Army never changes its stripe. Early, early, early. Just in case. Hurry up, hurry up, lads. Hurry up and wait. That is the Army’s credo. To hurry up and wait. For what? To die?
I chuckled to myself.
“What’s so funny?” my daughter asked.
“Nothing sweetie. Nothing really.”
“It is going to be hot today dad. You will not need much. An umbrella perhaps, although they do not call for rain today.”
‘They? Who are they?’ I thought. ‘Ah yes, The Army brass. That is who they is.’
“I will bring a brollie sweetie. It gets stifling hot and humid around here at this time of year. You never can tell when the sky decides to fall in its thunderous fury, just like an Alberta summer blast.
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A musical metaphor for getting old and irrelevant!
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