Canadian military officer calls for a probe into a ground zero ‘Covid’ outbreak at Wuhan forces games TWO MONTHS before world was alerted to the ‘mysterious new illness’
Oh Really? Yes really:
Canadian military delegation in Wuhan parade – October 2019.
No story here folks. Move on….
Chinese military’s high jump winner at the rewards ceremony:
Move on people. Canadians? STFU. Says our Chinese Prime Minister:
“They are extremists who don’t believe in science, they’re often misogynists, also often racists. It’s a small group that muscles in, and we have to make a choice in terms of leaders, in terms of the country. Do we tolerate these people? Or do we say, hey, most of the Quebecois people – 80% – are vaccinated. We want to come back to things we like doing. It’s not those people who are blocking us.” PM Trudeau speaking about non vaxxed Canadians.
Oh the horror of it all.
The Wuhan 2019 military games memorial!
Canadian Health minister is now calling for mandatory vaccines for all Canadians.
Unintended consequence to that will surely be:
Our elected leaders have no clue.
It’s a fundamental human right to decide what goes into your body.
The Nuremberg Code supports that right. We executed a lot of Nazis (rightly so) for failing to abide by that code.
SJ says: “I have been triple jabbed. I decided to because I am in the vulnerable group as in I am 70 years old. But it is my right to decide what goes into my body. The argument that this is for the greater good does not hold water here or anywhere and it didn’t hold water at the Nuremberg Trials of Nazi War criminals.
Thousands take to the streets of Montreal to protest latest wave of authoritarian COVID measures
Quebec is currently under heavy lockdown, with nearly all ‘non-essential’ establishments forced to close, including places of worship, and a nightly curfew being strictly enforced by police.
Thousands of protesters took to the streets on Saturday afternoon in Montreal, Quebec, to speak out against the increasingly oppressive COVID-19 measures presently in effect across the province.
I think this post is worth repeating. From a Nov 5 post:
These rules are for thee and not for me.
Where are the Covid Cops when you need them?
I am the Prime Minister of Canada and… you’re not.
Party on….
Quick, call the Covid Cops.
Canadians are soooo stupid. I mean would you vote for me? I wouldn’t.
But they did…three times. hahahahahahahahahahahahah.
Please Shiva. Get rid of those nasty conservatives.
Where are the Cops when you need them?
Ah, what day is it? Tell ya the truth I do not know. How do I spell reconciliation? That’s easy T…O…F…I…N…O…yaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy. Here I come.
Hey ma, look at me.
Now where is my Challenger Jet. I gotta get home:
Oh, there it is. Hi Glasgow. Yes, yes, yes,, it is me…in the flesh. wait till you see my socks:
Gawd, if only there were even more of me!
And the Canadian electorate voted for this boy…man three times.
I still cannot believe it. I want my country back.
Trudough truly is a nowhere man.
Have a nice cop-out.
PS:
On October 8, former Canadian health minister Patty Hajdu took to Global News to remind Canadians against travel in an effort to combat the coronavirus:
“I’ll remind Canadians that, as annoying as it is…we still have travel advisories in place recommending that people don’t travel unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Hajdu said to The West Block host Mercedes Stephenson.
Meanwhile Canada sends over 300 people to the Glasgow Cop 26 climate conference.
Hypocrisy know no bounds…or…it’s Canadian government code for Canadians are sooo stupid.
Kazakhstan: Dozens of protesters reported killed as Russia-led military alliance heads to the….country.
I love my country…
Trudeau says Canadians are ‘angry’ and ‘frustrated’ with the unvaccinated
No, Canadians are angry and frustrated with him.
Only in Canada: Dare to criticize the official narrative? Fired, cancelled, deprogrammed. This is the Canada we now live in. Canadian “Group Think” by Irving Janis:
Calgary tenured professor critical of Black Lives Matter has been fired:
Group Think? “A mode of thinking that people engage in when they are deeply involved in a cohesive in-group.” As in Canada right now.
Do as I say….
‘A slap in the face’: Trudeau takes aim at partying, maskless Sunwing passengers…those racist, bigoted misogynistic Anglo bastards. Good thing they’re not from Quebec….
Meanwhile…
Or this last November.
Not as I do…
But…but…but Karen…it’s the best in the world!
Canada’s constantly collapsing health-care system is no match for the pandemic.
We will never achieve zero Covid. Let it run its course and be done with all of these draconian measures.
A recently resurfaced interview with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau has some Canadians disgusted with the language the Liberal leader used when describing the country’s nearly 10 million unvaccinated men, women and children (as of Sept 2021).
In the Sep. 16, 2021 interview which aired on the French-language program La semaine des 4 Julie, Trudeau referred to unvaccinated Canadians as “extremists,” among other derogatory terms.
“Yes, we will get out of this pandemic by vaccination. We all know people who are a little bit hesitant. We will continue to try and convince them, but there are also people who are fiercely against vaccination,” said Trudeau.
“They are extremists who don’t believe in science, they’re often misogynists, also often racists. It’s a small group that muscles in, and we have to make a choice in terms of leaders, in terms of the country. Do we tolerate these people? Or do we say, hey, most of the Quebecois people – 80% – are vaccinated. We want to come back to things we like doing. It’s not those people who are blocking us.”
Trudeau doesn’t know how to spell psyence. Trudeau’s remarks caught international attention, with outlets such as GB News blasting the prime minister over his divisive tone.
As always, Trudeau’s remarks placates Quebecers and denigrates English Canada. When will easterners and Maritimers wake up to the incompetence and divisive rhetoric of this Prime Minister and his government?
Scottish TV presenter and documentary filmmaker Neil Oliver appeared on the network to accuse the prime minister of demonizing unvaccinated Canadians, describing his remarks as “borderline criminal.”
I did not realize that the unvaccinated hate women. Who would have thunk it?
Interestingly, Quebec just implemented a 10pm curfew for all of its vaccinated people (over 80%). They must be French racist, bigoted misogynistic radical extremists. Perhaps, but they are French racist, bigoted, misogynistic radical extremists…so that is okay. Just like their language bill and their cultural discrimination laws.
Ontario also implemented draconian measures on the vaccinated. And nobody says boo.
Finished my fourth book. It is now out for editing and formatting for publishing. I do not have a cover design as yet either.
Excerpt:
Ala Moana Yacht Club, Ala Moana District, Waikiki
After a few days I was beginning to feel acclimatized. I did have some serious sunburn on my legs and arms but that pain was easing some. I was also getting used to the confines of “Red Jewel”, my home for the foreseeable future. Yet Nigel, my mentor in all of this, was very illusive. The few times that I did see him he paid little attention to me, as if I was some sort of albatross hanging about the neck of the boat. No matter.
I spent most of my time exploring things. The yacht club, Ilikai hotel, the lagoon and its grounds. The hotel had a broad open lobby. A cross breeze that was constant flew in across the open spaces. It was at once caressing and soothing with its aura of tropical heaven, at least to the tourists who stayed there.
“Aah, isn’t this is just heaven George? Well, isn’t it George?” I heard a couple say when entering the lobby from the outside, especially on those oppressive hot Hawaiian afternoons. Of course George was non plussed about his wife’s remarks. Probably thinking about golf or a cool one, as he was in a sweat. And on those rare occasions when it became too cool for comfort they had these massive sliding glass doors that could be set in place very quickly. All at once the lobby resembled an enclosed yet broad and open tomb but its protection from the elements when the temperature dropped was a welcomed respite.
I loved going to the Ilikai to have a morning coffee on its expansive outdoor patio. It made me feel important and gave me a sense of well being. Not belonging mind you as I had yet to make any friends here. Nigel was anything to me but a social companion. Sooner or later he is going to have to include me into his space and share his personal thoughts I thought, as we will be spending considerable time together – in close quarters. But that would come later. For now I allowed myself to fall into the tropical nuances of island life. It was grand to a young fellow like me. Not a single care in the world. No prospects, as my dear mother loved to remind me. Perhaps, but no anxiety either. It was a minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day life. Thus far I loved it.
It was July. I was told by Nigel that we would not be leaving until January at the earliest. Briefly he said as we had to ensure the storm season was behind us. He had this massive book that was a compendium of tides, seas, winds and storms – cyclones and typhoons in this neck of the woods. It was environmental historical atmospheric precedence, or weather, all over the central and North Pacific. Hurricanes were a Caribbean trait. Out here in the grand Pacific we had typhoons. No matter how you cut it a cyclone was a cyclone and extremely dangerous for small craft. And a thirty five foot sailboat such as “Red Jewel” was considered a very small craft. Interestingly, in my spare time, of which I had loads to spare, I would study that book because in some instances it held my life in its bounded, bindered hands. I handled it with subdued reverence, like a sailor’s bible. It was probably best to have some idea of the dangers ahead of us, I thought. So much to learn. So little time, ha, but I had lots.
After about a week I was beginning to find my way and getting into a routine. In the mornings I loved to swim across the Ilikai lagoon before proceeding up and onto the Ilikai’s outdoor patio. The lagoon was only about 400 yards across, if that. It had this small island in the middle of it that lit up at night. During the day, and night, a fountain would appear and erupt like an aquatic spirit of the islands, a Namaka.
I was becoming familiar with the hotel staff, even though I only ordered coffee. That and about three cigarettes made my morning pre-day routine. As anyone who smokes will tell you there is nothing better in the morning than coffee and smokes. Food? Forget it. From there it was back to the boat to pick up my doby[1] and off to the club’s heads and wash places. And after my proverbial “S” quad[2] I would head up to the restaurant for another coffee, a few more smokes and a bit of chin music with Keith who was there most every morning. I never saw Nigel nor did I socialize with him in any form. When he did return to the boat in the late evening he would harrumph me, curse Sadao, damn his current state in life then fall asleep in the forward “V” berth under the auspices of a few scotch. Normally I was half asleep at this time.
“We’re leaving tomorrow.” Nigel announced one morning. “Kauai.”
“Kauai? What is that?” I asked.
Nigel threw me a funny look. “Kauai is the Garden Isle in the Hawaiian chain” he said. “A beautiful place. The northern most penultimate island of the Hawaiian archipelago.”
“Oh…wow,” was about all I could muster in return. And what was a penultimate? Brit slang no doubt…perhaps. I will have to look that one up.
“And a couple of girls will be joining us.” He added. This will be a good famil sail for you.”
“Can’t wait.” I answered. I was both nervous and excited. And a couple of girls? And with that he left.
“Kauai, Kauai, Kauai.” I thought to myself. Spelt funny and pronounced…”Caw-why” or “Caw-why-ee.” I looked for it on the chart. Regular shape. Almost perfectly round except for a bulge to the west that reminded me of the profile of a Pit Bull. Names like Pali, Waimea, Nawiliwili, Lihue…hey… Hanalei, from Puff the Magic Dragon fame. All words that I could not really pronounce properly as yet. Not until I became more familiar with the Hawaiian language. Two things of note on Kauai are Kauai’s Waimea (Why-May-Ah) Canyon, which is known as the Grand Canyon of the Pacific while the peak of Wai-ale-ale (Why-Ah-Lay-Ah-Lay) at over 5,000 feet is considered one of the wettest places on earth with over 373 inches of rainfall per year. That is thirty one feet. A lot of rain. Don’t forget your “slicker” when you visit this place, which is perennially set in a cloud.
