My Book Pick

I love Spam! I have three tee shirts to prove it. Y’know I have never received as many comments as I have received when wearing one of my “I Love Spam” tee shirts.
I love processed cheese too. Nobody can make a grill cheese sandwich better than those made with Kraft processed cheese slices. Be honest with me now. You feel the same way too.
I love hot dogs. When I was younger I always felt that my dream job was to work in a meat processing plant, processing my favorite food groups.
Who says I am not an enviro-mentalist. I love plant food. I am well preserved going into my 74th year.
Quote of the week:
What happens when banks lose your money?They charge you a finder’s fee of course.

My continued book pick of the month:

I Thought I’d Died and Gone To Heaven

An irreverent look at growing up in a parochial, conservative environment in pre-woke era Toronto of the 1950s and 60s.

Just click on “Buy on Amazon” to purchase on line. You can also get this book in audio format. Go to Amazon.ca (Canada) or Amazon.com (US Residents) and type in audible and the book title.

Another excerpt:

“The second shift comes out, more of the same. A little better
coordination perhaps as both coaches are screaming at the
players from the bench. Suddenly, a shot from us. Wide, puck
ricochets into their corner. A Royals defenseman picks it up and
slides it over to the opposite side. Another player fires the puck
off the boards and down the ice. Icing is called. Line changes,
puck is back in the Royals’ end. Just then their wooly mammoth
comes off the bench and takes his place on the right side of the
circle. Puck drops; the Royals’ center wins the face-off and hacks
the puck back behind their net. Suddenly their man gets the puck
and skates with it behind their own net and just stands there,
weighing in on all that surrounds him. The rest of our team begin
to skate backwards in rapid succession, some of us lining up on
their blue line, the rest of us at centre ice. None of us would even
dare to challenge this guy. He was not a normal twelve-year-old
kid at six feet tall—with his skates on. Skinny, lithe, slippery as a
snake, one would think that being that tall and that skinny that
one could just puff in his direction and down he’d go. Unfortunately
for us, he was not the gangly uncoordinated klutz. Far
from it.

At this moment in time, I had no idea what must have been
going through McDink’s mind. For he surely had to know what
was coming his way. He did seem to back up way into his net as
if he thought doing so would offer him some form of protection.
Nope. Then out he slides, centred in the goalie crease and
crouched with blocker and stick out to this left side with his
glove hand to his right and arced slightly upward. McDink did
look the part.

Art, the wooly mammoth of a player began to move, slowly at
first, then accelerating. He deeked around a couple of his own
teammates, then turned on an oblique angle across his own goal
toward his own blue line. Faster and faster he went, with every
cut of his blades. He leaned his tall frame expertly to his right,
pulling the puck with him as he went. It was a sight to behold.
Then he leaned to his left until he was on a straight trajectory to
our goal and our goalie, McDink. The only thing standing in his
way was about four of us, but we were in such a state watching
this unfold that we couldn’t move a muscle, not that we would
even try of course. From the centre line where I was standing,
looking back at his end with him coming at us full tilt, you could
see, sense, then feel the thrusts of his skates as he came straight
for us. Like a rocket—whoosh! His eyes ablaze, his face
contorted as if his every move generated g-forces. Woosh, woosh,
woosh, as he flew past his own teammates, then past us one by
one as if they, we, were standing still. Crunch, crunch, crunch,
the sound of his blades cutting into the ice, leveraging and transferring
that energy up into his entire being.

We let him be. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, we opened
up a lane for him by moving backwards toward the boards on
both sides of the ice surface. He had a clear and straight path to
our goal. The only thing standing between him and hockey
glory was McDink. What must he have been thinking, McDink,
especially seeing us, his teammates, opening up the lane for the
enemy such that there was no impedance between the
mammoth and himself. In what must have been a nanosecond,
McDink came out of his net ever so slightly; he looked to his
right, then to his left, then straight ahead, his legs, his pads,
forming an A-shaped hole that a Mack Truck could have driven
through.

The fans were going nuts. The rafters seemed to be shaking.
The ice was melting due to the friction and fire coming from the
blades of the Royals’ star player, as he was crossing centre ice in
a flash. McDink made his decision after a split second of determination,
analysis, and assessment of the situation. McDink
again turned to his left and then to his right and in another split
second turned and ran on his blades to seek the protection of the
net. Not inside mind you but the back, outside portion of the net
itself—BEHIND THE NET. And there he crouched; no, he
kneeled, as if praying to his Lord to protect him, to save him
from this terror on ice.

There was stunned silence throughout the arena. The Royals
star couldn’t believe what he was seeing. From his perspective,
all he saw was an open net with a large blob-like mass crouched,
kneeling and blubbering, behind the net. He stopped, looking
around as if he was not quite sure on what to do. He shook his
head a few times as if in comical disgust, then sauntered ever so
slowly down to the goalie crease and tapped the puck, gingerly,
into the net. All of a sudden, laughter broke out from the fans.
The players on both benches banged their sticks against the
boards, screaming and hollering in their amazement. The referee
and linemen raced toward the net, expecting some sort of scuffle
between the Royals player and McDink. McDink seemed to be in
total shock and scared shitless. I am told they had to pry him
away from the backside of the goal. But they couldn’t get him
up. He was a blabbering, blubbering nincompoop. I do believe,
though I can’t be entirely sure of this, that he pissed himself and
soiled his shorts. In due course they had to carry him off the ice.
The game was over.

But before all of that happened, Art skated up to McDink and
in a loud, sarcastic, but assertive voice told McDink in no uncertain
terms: “Remember the Royals.”

And he did, and we did, for years to come.

In a few years’ time, McDink discovered religion and became
a born-again Christian. Like so many of his comrades. Perhaps it
was atonement for the summer of love. Nevertheless, in his
newfound passion and state of grace, he really became
obnoxious!

I lost track of him after I joined the Navy.”

No helmets. In the US they have “Friday Night Lights.” In Canada, we have “Friday Night Fights.

I believe this was around the last time the Toronto Maple Leafs won the Stanley Cup. I was in diapers then and I truly believe I will be in diapers when they win the cup again!

Have a nice day.

 

Book of the Week

Quote of the week:“Make Love, Not War” was not the rallying banner call we all thought it was. It was but a thought process that produced a lot of bastards”

My book pick of the month:

I Thought I’d Died and Gone To Heaven

An irreverent look at growing up in a parochial, conservative environment in pre-woke era Toronto of the 1950s and 60s.

Just click on “Buy on Amazon” to purchase on line. You can also get this book in audio format. Go to Amazon.ca or Amazon.com (US Residents) and type in audible and the book title.

An Excerpt:

“The next day and the days after that next day at work were
gruesome. I may have been making three dollars and forty-five
cents an hour, but no amount of money could compensate the
physical pain and misery of that job. Shovelling gravel into those
inanimate buckets, hour after hour, day after day for the hottest
summer on record was pure unadulterated torture. I was
dreaming of them. My bucket list! And the only sound heard,
besides Zal’s taunts for more “fucking pitch” being the grunts
and groans from our bodies and the huffs and puffs of our
laboured breaths with every shovelful of gravel taken. Sweat just
poured down every crease and crevasse of our beings. Taking
stints up on the flat roof itself provided no relief with a hot
glaring sun beating down mercilessly on our lithe bodies. The
humidity was a killer. The hard physical work and the potential
for dehydration made it harder and harder to keep our pants
above the waist. As roofers we had the plumber’s crack in
spades. It was kind of comical watching everyone on the crew
continuously pulling up on their pants or tightening their belts as
if stricken by a nervous twitch. On top of that, by the end of the
day, our calloused hands were the worse for wear as newly
formed blisters would crack, then burst, then sting, as the flayed
skin would shed and coagulate with the pus and the blood, which
became an ugly brownish red in colour. The soles of our work
boots expanded vertically, about two to four inches, as the tar and
gravel stuck to the undersides of our boots as we walked around
by the area of the hot tar kettle, the conveyor belt, and the adjacent
pile of gravel. It would take us some time to scrape the
gooey mess off of our boots at the end of the day. But we felt so
tall in our high gravel heels!

“End of the day? Sore and bruised and filthy dirty in sweat
and dust. The long ride home on the bus and subway, lost in
thought, dead to the world, and praying hard and fast for rain on
the morrow or watching the clock, counting hard the seconds,
minutes, and hours before the whole miserable routine would
repeat itself. Please, dear God, let it rain tomorrow for when it
rained roofers didn’t work. But of course it was Murphy’s Law
and not God’s law that ran the day for it only rained on the
weekends.

“The summer finally ended. I was in great shape physically,
well-tanned, and had a few bucks saved in the bank. I helped out
at home financially, naturally, but I didn’t have to give the
majority of my earnings to my parents as I no longer went to the
Catholic private high school for boys. I thanked God for that!
And looking back on that hot and humid summer, my first real
well-paying job, I could have easily said that life was good. In
some respects that summer was Pitcher (sic) Perfect.”

Or:

Life is Good – on weekends at least!

Have a nice Navy day.

 

Post Election Rant

 

Conservatism is dead in Canada

 

How on earth do we elect such a man as Carney as our Prime Minister? A man who has three passports, tax havens, and who considers himself a European first. Are we that stupid?? I guess we are.

RB Bennett, Canada’s 11th Prime Minister, has been considered to be Canada’s worst Prime Minister, that is until Trudough came along. He became very rich due to his law practice, various investments, and taking on leadership roles in multiple organizations; he was one of the wealthiest Canadians during his time.  Sound familiar?;

Liberals win yet again so I guess they are Canada’s natural governing party, as they so arrogantly claim;

Trump won this election. Without Trump, Mark Carney and the Liberal Party had no platform. So tell me how is it that Canada is not the 51st State of the USA?;

No talk of issues impacting the lives of Canadians, especially our young people. No, no, no this election was all about Trump and the boomers’ sense of security;

I feel for my grandchildren as their future now looks bleak. No home ownership, no good job prospects, just living off the dole and largess of government – just what the Liberals want. After all, Mark Carney is on the board of the World Economic Forum (WEF). Their motto? “You will own nothing and you will be happy;”

The effin boomers have fucked us yet again with their selfish self centered view of life. I am a boomer myself but I can see all of the red flags that this Liberal party and leader brings;

Net zero incoming. Alberta, maybe Saskatchewan, outgoing;

More scandals inbound;

Canada is now, or will soon be with ESG, the wokest nation on the planet;

Under Carney, and the “Electric Vehicle Availability Standard” that was implemented by Trudough, all cars sold in Canada have to be electric by 2035, 60% by 2030. I will have to buy a new gas guzzler just before that fact becomes a reality – if I am still alive;

No pipelines, no fossil fuel extraction, no mineral mining, no lumber, no meat consumption, no innovation, no R n D, no economy.  Canada is a resource rich country yet the liberal’s notion of a post national state does not include its natural resource potential;

Watch the brain drain begin;

Canada’s military is fucked!;

Canada’s electoral system sucks and has to change;

More Liberal induced taxes. They will be coming after your house equity next – count on it;

Five minutes after the polls closed in British Columbia our national news network, the Liberal government funded Canadian Broadcast Corporation (CBC) announced a Liberal win. Five effin minutes. Now tell me how Canada is not run and controlled by Ontario, Quebec and the Maritimes;

The CBC dodged a bullet. Whew for them…NOT!;

Most central Canadians think Canada ends at the Ontario, Manitoba border. The west is irrelevant. After this election?? They’re right;

Many Liberal candidates feigned resignation under Trudeau. “I want to spend more time with my family” – they all said in unison (Fraser, Anand et al). That is code for: “I have no chance of winning under Trudeau so I am taking my ball and going home.” New leader? “Oh, after second thought, I’m running again so move aside new candidate and to hell with my family”;

From the start the Liberal leadership race to replace Trudough was a scam;

The Canadian electorate is unsophisticated and stupid. They deserve what they get. Stand by for heavy rolling as we say in the Navy. The swells are building and the seas are high and in a confused state. There is no sea anchor on the planet that can save Canada from itself; and

Mark my words Mark Carney. You may be the new emperor but like the last one, you have no clothes!;

That is it for me. I have spent many hours and blog posts over the past few years trying to reveal and expose the corruption and phoniness of the Liberal Party of Canada. After today’s vote that was all to no avail.

No more Canadian politics for this blog. This is the last one. I am going to sit back and, unfortunately, watch the decline, because:

“I’m alright Jack”

I will focus on my books – all fiction – just like the Liberal Party of Canada.

Note: I was a Liberal until after Jean Chretien’s win in 1993. I became a Conservative after receiving a frontal lobotomy.

 

 

 

Our Post-Nation State

Available through Amazon.ca or  .com or .uk or . whatever.

By the way. All of my books are now in audio format. Go to Amazon.com, or Amazon.ca. Type in “audible” colon and then the books title (see above) in the search bar.

Until death do we part. From the beginning until the end:

2023

Abortions: 88,500. 3.2 million Canadian abortions since 1989; and

Medical Assistance in Dying: 16,000

BTW: There is no abortion law in Canada, but provincial and territorial health regulations and professional bodies restrict the procedure to various grounds or gestational limits. There are also significant disparities between rural and urban access to abortion.

Like poverty and the homeless, and everything else in our society, death in Canada is a business, a thriving business if you look at the numbers.

Is Canada even a country anymore?

(PJ Media): As Ray DiLorenzo writes in Canada Free Press, Canada has become a “sick, deranged, anti-God combination of communism and fascism. Cities are crumbling before our eyes; manufactured inflation, open borders, food shortages, crime, disease, vaccine deaths, surveillance, censorship, and war are all meant to create fear and desperation. Call it the New World Order or the Great Reset. It’s all the same.” 

In a similar vein, Niagara Independent journalist Chris George in his provocative pdf book “The Troubled State of the Nation,” asserts: “On Trudeau’s watch, Canada has been systematically deconstructed. Whether it is Canada’s fiscal and economic conditions, international position, justice system, or the authority of Parliament, on multiple fronts the Liberals continue to advance their post-national vision as if they were picking and unravelling the threads of a twined rope—to eventually work loose the tethers to our country’s foundations.” This seems an accurate summing up as we witness the debris that Canada’s worst prime minister has caused. 

George urges us not to forget “the Trudeau Liberals’ attempt at establishing a global agenda to transcend our national interests.” As Trudeau famously declared, “There is no core identity, no mainstream in Canada,” concluding that he sees Canada as “the first post-national state” — a contradiction in terms, for “post-national” means there is no longer a “nation,” especially if it has no core identity. 

If we take Trudeau’s babble seriously, it follows logically that what we call “Canada” does not refer to a nation. It is merely a gallimaufry of disparate groups ruled by a demiurgic junta masquerading as a “state,” but it is no longer a nation in the conventional sense of the word. Trudeau is prepared to sign the disastrous Pandemic Health Treaty with the World Health Organization (WHO), lobbying to include “climate change” and abortion-on-demand as health-related issues—another way of ceding national sovereignty to a globalist institution and rendering Canada moot. The Pandemic Treaty is drafted to be legally binding, exerting “sweeping surveillance” and significant control over the independence and sovereign authority of member nations.

You may not like the conservatives or Poilievre but another vote for the Liberals under our current leadership is a vote for the destruction of our country.

Like his set of priorities:

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau condemns hate-motivated graffiti at Cambridge, Ont. mosque.

But

Liberals and NDP coalition shout down a parliamentary (Conservative) motion to condemn another Christian church burning. NDP supports HMAS protesters in the House of Commons.

Coming soon to a country near you….Sharia Law! Don’t think so? Conspiracy theory? Well there is this from a Miami Iman:

Miami imam: ‘I am here to convert Americans,’ if America becomes majority-Muslim, we will impose Sharia.

And Carney? He will continue Canada’s downward slide into third world irrelevance.

A quote: “I think there is an appropriate quote from G. Michael Hopf that says, “Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And weak men create hard times.”

Where do you think we are right now?

A tad serious this post may be but it has to be pointed out. Get out and vote. And vote often…erm…just kidding!

Taxed To Death

Available through Amazon.ca or  .com or .uk or . whatever.

By the way. All of my books are now in audio format. Go to Amazon.com, or Amazon.ca. Type in “audible” colon and then the books title (see above) in the search bar.

In Canada we are taxed to death. Consider this:

Federal Income tax;

Provincial Income Tax;

CPP Tax;

Unemployment Tax;

GST;

PST;

HST;

Property Tax;

Excise Tax;

Capital Gains Tax;

Land Transfer Tax – times 2 in Toronto;

Luxury Tax;

Resort Tax;

Tourist  Tax;

Hotel Tax;

Resort Tax;

Media Tax;

Regulation Tax;

Air Travel Tax;

Fuel tax (es) and ta da

The air that we breath tax…also know as the… CARBON TAX or, in reality…a tax on living.

A tale of two friends: Gerry Butts and Justin Trudeau | Vancouver Sun

“And Gerald, even though Mark Carney’s first name ends with a K and not with a C, he will not have a problem getting elected as Canadians are sooo effin stupid….hahahahahahahahahahahhaha. I mean…hahahah, me and my lefty buddies, hahah, ruled this post national state country for almost 10 years. Can you believe it Gerry? 10 effin years. Hahaha. I can hardly contain myself.”

“That’s a good one Justin. And we almost destroyed the country”

“Oh don’t worry Gerry, Marc will continue our good work. Those stupid. effin Canadians in Ontario, Quebec, the Maritimes, the Lower Mainland and Vancouver Island will re-elect the Liberals. Count on it.”

“Let’s hope so Justin.”

“Well, I’m off Gerry. Got a job interview with the United Nations!”

We are screwing our young bigly Canada. They are leaving in droves.

Geesh: No wonder nobody wants to invest here. Net Zero? Net migration? “I am sooo out of here dude.”

Y’know it is so obvious to me, yet the NDP and Liberals just don’t get it.

The more governments tax, at all levels, the less productivity they receive as a government. Decrease or eliminate some taxes and watch productivity soar. And as it soars so will government revenues increase. People will spend more if they have more disposable income. It is that simple. But our governments, especially out here in BC just don’t get it.