The Canadian Federal government sent $9 million worth of COVID relief funding to dead people.
And in typical bureaucratic liberal-speak said that they would not have to pay it back!?!?
With a government like this, we here in Canada are doomed.
See, see…white is a colour: when you blend all of the primary colours of green, blue and red together you get… white.
So, white lives matter as well. While white is a combination of colour, black is the absence of colour. This is not a racist thing but a fundamental of the science of the visual spectrum.
I am proud of being white and I am proud of my heritage – the bad with the good. Canadians typically focus on the bad that is why our founding father John A Macdonald has been vilified for doing what was the accepted protocol of his day. We now know that from a 21st Century perspective it was wrong. So be it. But much of what he accomplished was good.
It really boils down to partisan politics. John A was a Conservative therefore he was bad. Wilfred Laurier, a compatriot of Macdonald was a Liberal, therefore he is considered a saint by progressive standards. Yet he was equally responsible for many of the racist policies of the day…equally culpable…yet nobody here in Canada, which is 62% leftist, is calling for the eradication of his memory. To me being a Liberal equates to hypocrisy.
It bothered me reading an article by a progressive calling for the cancellation of the US Memorial Day as it glorifies American imperialism. Memorial Day arose out of the American Civil War, an internal conflict, to commemorate those Americans who died for their cause. Again, leftist ideology would destroy all that is good with a country.
Interesting how the Democratic party always gets a free ride and is held very high in leftist morality. Well, consider this. Democrats:
Supported slavery. All confederate states were democratic states. They were the party of slavery;
Jim Crow Laws were supported and upheld by the US democrats;
The KKK? Yup…democratically sponsored domestic terror on the blacks;
The Democratic Party was the party of Strom Thurmond, Lester Maddox, George Wallace, Robert Byrd to mention but a few, and the “Dixiecrats” who fought against integration;
Democrat policies destroyed Black families and continue to do so. So called Democratic support of the black community equates to government largess and handouts so as to keep the black man down and dependent on the government. Why? Votes;
Joe Biden, a democrat himself, stated just recently that a black man could be as successful as his white counterpart if only he knew how to find a competent lawyer or a good accountant; and
BLM? Supported by Democrats and leftists as it boils down to one thing. Segregation is good for the black community, always has been. The Dems have always fought against integration of the black man into American society.
And this:
Since 1973 19 almost 20 million Black babies have been terminated through abortion.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg (a leftist saint) 2009 NY Times interview about Roe Vs.Wade: “Frankly I had thought that at the time Roe was decided, there was concern about population growth and particularly growth in populations that we don’t want to have too many of.”
And this:
All failed US states and cities are run by Democrats.
Would you want her for President?
And the same racist crappola, only different, equally applies to Canada: considered to be the smuggest country on the planet. We’re better than those dastardly Americans don’t ya know. Well, in many respects, we are.
This 20th century man theme could be equally applied to the 21st Century, maybe more-so
Don’t forget that every time a human exhales, he/she/they/zey/zits/zats or where its at, exhale CO2. That is over 7 billion people expunging CO2 every single second. That is why the globalists want the world’s population under control and set at about 500M people.
Stand by for a life tax. A tax on the very air that your breathe.
“I see your 1.5 infidels and I’ll raise you 10.” Heard at a Muslim poker game.
They couldn’t do it by force so they’ll do it demographically.
US population bombs post Covid.
Whew, I feel so much better: The World Health Organization has issued plans to rename COVID-19 variants after the Greek alphabet to reduce confusion caused by the names of the variants, which are typically made up of seemingly random numbers and the names of places, which are often misnomers.
“Shyte, by any other name, is still shyte.”
“I think they should name these variants after beer, as in Corona Virus.”
Univershity frat and sorority organizations are all in a tizzy fit over this one.
Young warmists suffering from “Climate Anxiety” demand more doom teaching to get more anxiety. Yeah, that will work.
Princeton Removes Greek, Latin Requirement for Classics Majors to Combat ‘Systemic Racism.’ They replace that with “Valley Girls.” “Well, that is a classic” one potential classics major was heard to say.
Say it isn’t so Joe: Joe Biden Says Black Entrepreneurs Don’t Succeed Like Whites Because They Don’t Know How to Find Lawyers or Accountants. That’s your president speaking….wow.
Why is it only indigenous? The Kamloops residential school deaths are tragic but there were many abuses perpetrated on Caucasian children over the years that have gone unnoticed by authorities, particularly the Irish. No tears over them. Here are a few others:
Survivors of dark episode in Canada’s history trace their past
WHEN RIVA Barnett Saia was old enough to read, her parents gave her a copy of the “The Chosen Baby,” a book that explained why her olive-skinned family didn’t share her blue eyes and blond hair.
Now, Saia and as many as 40 other adoptees living in the U.S.A…. are discovering their identities within the pages of a paperback book, linking them to a dark chapter in Canada’s history.
The adoptees came from the Ideal Maternity Home, an illegally run home for unwed mothers in the rural east Canadian province of Nova Scotia, where many babies were sold on the black market to desperate couples from New York and New Jersey in the 1930s and ’40s.
The unwanted children were killed and buried in Butterboxes for coffins in unmarked graves in a field.
Between 400 to 600 of others were deliberately killed by starvation, or were deliberately refused medical care because the children appeared “unmarketable,” according to witnesses.
Infants who were sick, deformed or disabled, or of mixed race were fed molasses and water until they starved to death. A caretaker years later admitted to Canadian journalist Bette Cahill that he was paid to bury the babies in open graves, or in butter boxes from the local LaHave Dairy.
A few others:
The Orphan Trains of the 1800s: The first mass resettlement of children;
Irish Laundry Scandals;
Irish Immigration to Canada in the 1800s;
To name but a few.
No tears for them.
Remember the tax on every breath you take. The government is watching you.
See what we have to put up with in Canada. Our PM loves China and the PPC.
In the House today, @CandiceBergenMP asked PM @JustinTrudeau about Canada's work with Chinese military scientists at our most secure bio-lab in Winnipeg. He answered a different question. When she asked again, he cried racism. Watch and RT #cdnpoli Then Bergen let him have it. pic.twitter.com/yw4cAbHggY
This guy has to go. Please vote in the next election.
This from a guy who shuns racism but does this:
Not once but three times.
Meanwhile Canada’s military leadership is in sexual disarray with many top brass allegedly accused of inappropriate sexual behavior with subordinates. They have gotten away from it in a gov’t culture that says one thing but does another. Our illustrious PM was accused of such behavior at a music festival some years back. His response was that the female reporter’s recollection of what happened was different than his therefore it did not occur. No story here, move on.
It goes on and on. Please vote this guy out in the next election or we are doomed as a country.
NDP and Greens are no better. They want to destroy our country.
Our electoral process has to change. Right now our Westminster model of parliament equates to an elected dictatorship. Question period and accountability is a joke. The west (where I live) has no say in the process. Out PMs are elected by Ontario, Quebec and the Maritime provinces. Manitoba, Saskatchewan, Alberta and BC be damned. Most people back east have no clue about the western provinces, nor do they care. Time to go our own way.
They know Ontario, they really know Quebec, and the rest (West) to them is nothing but fog wheat, tundra and a kind of Disneyland — good beaches, Tofino in particular — west of The West (Rex Murphy).
How is a government effective when the priority of our politicians is politics and not what is good for our country? I would love to see a Swiss model here or some system where accountability to the people of this country and not the political party is the fundamental pillar of our democracy.
Case in point: all of our MPs except one voted to allow Quebec the right to amend our constitution unilaterally, the constitution that they refused to sign or acknowledge. Why? To appease Quebec nationalists and separatists to gain votes in the next election. Canada, as a nation? Be damned.
Unanimity was required so the vote failed to pass.
We’re not all in this together:
Air Canada gave out $10M in bonuses amid bailout negotiations with Ottawa
Air Canada’s top executives and eligible management received $10 million worth of COVID-19-specific bonuses, as well as special share purchase options to offset base salary cuts over the last year, CTV News has confirmed.
The “COVID-19 Pandemic Mitigation Bonus” was awarded based on management’s “exceptional performance during this unprecedented period,” reads the company’s management proxy circular provided to shareholders.
While the board actually approved $20 million worth of compensation, representing 50 per cent of the annual incentive plan for 2020, half of that amount was dished out.
It came at the same time the federal government was negotiating a major bailout package with the airline.
And their own pay raise of $6K a year.
Meanwhile my two sons both lost their ability to earn a living due to government mandated lockdowns.
Stay calm, be kind, be patient….yeah right.
Nice….
BLM activist steps down from school board after allegations he molested up to 62 children. I wonder if they were black.
BLM founder purchases four houses, the latest in Malibu, over $1M. Follow da money. The BLM organization is no different than any other corrupt organization that hides behind the banner of righteousness.
Nicer….
Started watching Halston on Netflix but had to turn it off due to disgusting homosexual and graphic sex scenes between Halston and his male partners. Start-up, another Netflix series, also had very suggested lesbian sex scenes. The sad thing about all of this is that these scenes added nothing to the storylines except sexual exploitation and a toilet trash wickedness. It tells me just how much society is slipping down the slippery slope of a shit based moral mentality. The Bible predicted all of this would happen prior to the last days. Read Romans chapter one.
Finally…this:
Imagine a Member of Canada’s Parliament treating his office as if it were an out station for a nudist colony, and who went all Adam, full starkers, while communing with other MPs on the Zoom machine. They were wearing clothes.
He explained this was an oops-a-daisy moment (my bad), never to happen again, and that deep down he knew that Zoom was not really an audition medium for the more progressive strip joints.
A week or so later he treats the world, well — Ottawa anyway — with another back-to-nature moment, again on Zoom, where he does a narrowcast of himself streaming a golden arch (piss) into the office coffee cup. Caught short he was. In his defence he pointed out he was on a landline this time, and it should be noted the toilet was a good six feet away.
Whew…his social distancing metrics were maintained.
Madness today….sorry.
Very catchy tune. It grows on you. Our house is falling apart:
Happy Monday and a shout out to the US Memorial Day. I attended a Memorial Day celebration at the US Military’s Margraten Cemetery in Limburg NL in 2014. It is situated in lovely countryside near Maastricht.
I am writing a new story. I am about half way finished. I have written three other books as shown here at the top of the page. I like to put draft excerpts out there to see how they are accepted. Any comments are very welcomed.
One could always work in Honolulu or Waikiki. That is why I had no time for Keith. He was lazy and solely dependent upon his wife for his financial well being. On top of that I had no respect for him. As I became familiar with the off-shore sailing life I came to realize that he was exposing his family needlessly to real danger. His twenty foot Cal (California) 20 was not a safe platform for off-shore ocean passage, especially in heavy weather sailing. She was small and very confined and not sufficiently robust to come through a challenging storm or sea. She was designed for inshore day sailing. It seemed to me that Keith was fulfilling his own selfish dream on the cheap without consideration for the safety and well-being of Peggy and Katie. His actions were a form of domestic abuse if you ask me. He didn’t, but I felt sorry for Peggy and Katie.
Update: Peggy and Katie left Keith in Hawaii and returned to Hamilton Ontario. I never saw Keith again or heard from him after I departed Hawaii.
I came across many personalities there at the Ala Moana Yacht Club. To say that the off-shore cruising lifestyle bred many of life’s unique off the wall characters would be an understatement. Idiosyncratic would be an apt description for many of the people I met. One of those was Skip. His introduction to all of us at the Ala Moana Yacht Club was legendary. He was a Yacht Club favourite. Verbose to the core. He held court at the clubhouse bar and could be found there most afternoons, prior to his alcohol induced afternoon nap. He always had a story to tell…almost always a humourous, exaggerated embellishment of a tale.
His arrival at the Ala Wai was loud and boisterous. It was on a Friday, late afternoon. The sun was beginning its final descent into that green induced bright flash of an Hawaiian sunset. Suddenly this forty-five foot ketch appeared in the channel, full sail, moving erratically to port then starboard as she made her way toward the turning basic and visitor’s slips of the yacht club. That was a no-no. Vessels of that size were required to come into harbour under power, not sail. Luckily there was only a slight breeze blowing. Nevertheless, trying to call him up on VHF Channel Eleven to follow protocol was fruitless. Those of us at the bar and restaurant ran outside to the upper deck to watch this nautical catastrophe unfold. Disaster was in the cards and, like the anticipation of a wipe out at the Indy 500, it was on all of our minds.
Suddenly there was a loud commotion on the upper deck. A woman appeared. You could not hear her but you could tell by her body language that she was not a happy camper…erm sailor. She was furious at something or other. Her arms were flailing, wildly: in complete synchronicity with an erratic bobbing of her head. She was clearly upset, mad as a hatter. As the boat began to close in on us and come within earshot of the clubhouse her voice became discernible. A loud, terror stricken, a banshee of expletives poured out of her mouth and they were all directed toward her as yet unseen antagonist.
In a few seconds a sun bleached mop of hair appeared from the lower companionway and cabin. A very tanned and muscular man in knee length bathing trunks and a tie-died tee could be seen. He was your typical southern California surfer dude. As he came up from below he began to drag up, haul up and throw suitcases and duffel bags into the cockpit. At the same time the woman was howling at him and throwing bits of boatsam[1] at him. We could see this as his arms and hands went up in a defensive mode to shield him from the woman’s onslaught. Then, in an instant of time, he looked right at us. His attention was suddenly engaged toward us. A look of fear, but explicit understanding of his current situation and predicament came over him in an instant. He was no longer interested in his female assailant.
“For fuck sakes, SHIT. Jesus H Christ.” He cried out. And like a mad maritime dervish he began to take control of his boat. First, the foresail came down like a stone. Luckily the halyard was free of any obstruction and he was able to run up forward and grasp the sail and force it into the pulpit area of the bowsprit. Secure. Good thing too as the boat was drawing closer and closer to the foreshore. Running back to the transom area of his boat, he dropped the mizzen and as he did so the boast suddenly veered up and into the wind, as light as it was. The sudden lurching movement of the boat and her unscheduled course change scared the woman. She stopped her attack immediately to grab a secure handhold.
Skip left the main up, went below and flashed up the diesel engine. It sputtered, choked, coughed and then idled confidently. He came back up topside jumped into the cockpit and thrust the boat into gear. Good thing too as he was dangerously close to collision with the main dock of the club. Altering hard to port, he maneuvered the boat slowly out into the middle of and safety of the turning basin, he methodically lowered the mainsail from his position in the cockpit. The sail came down without incident and Skip secured it to the boom. All at once the woman recommenced her insane diatribe of Skip, his entire family and all of his ancestors. She was mad, insanely mad.
Skip ignored her rants and taunts and screams and maneuvered his boat toward an assigned berthing slip that was adjacent to the green lawn of the club’s inner foreshore and its towering palms. As he was nearing the slip he began to yell at the woman, giving her as good as she was giving him. They were entirely oblivious to us, the cheering section. We were all enthralled with the show unfolding before us. The colourful, descriptive expletives that came out of his mouth were very entertaining and would make a pirate blush. He secured the boat and then ran up to the foredeck with the suitcases and duffel bags. He threw them into a heap of the foreshore lawn. He turned to the woman, picked her up and tossed her frame onto the suitcases as if she was almost weightless. Luckily for Skip and for her she was not hurt.
“I never want to see your ugly puss ever…E.V.A.H. Do you hear me? Understand? Ever. It will be a cold day in hell before I let you grace your fat ass on “Sheila” ever again.
The woman got up, brushed her bruised ego off, grabbed her self esteem and a couple of the duffel bags and in a huff walked briskly toward the entranceway to the club. She came back for the suitcase and without saying a word to Skip, picked it up and walked back to the entranceway. Her gait and expression were of silent determination. She let out one last curse before disappearing into the late afternoon twilight that was the evening light. She would hail a cab from there.
“You…you…you will hear from my lawyer….and by the fucking way Skip…Per, you, you were never a good lay… asshole.”
“Whoa!” an ensemble of groans, hoots and chuckles came out from the peanut gallery above.
Skip looked up at us on the deck, suddenly aware of our presence. He laughed aloud and gave us all a big high five.
“Twenty one days of holy terror…gents. Forty five feet of misery. Finally over…for good.”
Skip had left San Diego for the South Pacific. Hawaii was planned as his first port of call.
“Words of advice? Skip offered us. “Never bring your wife along for the ride…unless you’re cruisin for an instant divorce on making landfall. Never again…And…and whatever you do never name your boat after your wife. I am stuck with “Sheila” and her memory throughout eternity or my immortality,”[2]
And then…
“I’ll be right up.” he added. “Oly’s all around.”
We fought among ourselves to see who would be the first to give this larger than life sailor a beer.
[1] Boatsam. topside junk of a sailboat that cannot be classified as flotsam.
[2] It is okay to change the name of your boat on assuming ownership but very bad luck changing the name sometime after taking ownership.
