Sad Lisa, Lisa

Given all the crappola out there surrounding COP 27 being held at Shame – el – Shellacking about the danger of livestock flatulance (methane) I thought this post was apropos.


Typical Victorian summer day.

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Meanwhile:

Mayor of Victoria, Lisa Helps, is not happy about fossil fuels. In fact Victoria hates fossil fuels. But they love to grovel in shyte (sic…ning)

Victoria dumps an average of 82 million litres of raw sewage daily into our world class coastal waters. (…) 

But Victoria’s shyte (sic…ning) doesn’t stink.

So Lisa, get off your butt and ban all cars in the city. Stop being the hypocrite that you and your council are.

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All of this reminds me of an earlier post of mine:

“Hey Jay, what’s a shakin today?”

“Well let’s see George. Quite a bit actually

“California is going to ban cow flatulence George”

“What’s flatulence Jay?”

“Cow farts George. They are going to ban cow farts in California to save the planet!”

“No kidding. You’re ribbing me Jay!”

“I can’t make this stuff up George. Next they’ll ban people from taking more than one breath a minute in order to reduce CO2 emissions. When that occurs you’ll be seeing a whole lot of people walking around LA with puffed out cheeks – both above and below the waist! Holding their breaths and holding their asses. It’s insane George but I’m really happy about this because I won’t have to listen to these Moonbats anymore. Especially the pompous ones lecturing me on how to live as they accept their awards then fly off to their holiday retreats.”

“Wow, something sure stinks in the state of California Jay”

“That’s Denmark George. Something smells in the state of Denmark.”

“It does? They banned cow farts there too Jay?”

“But the Moonbats in California defend their actions by saying that people laughed at Noah too. With his ark George”

“Can you imagine the stink on that ark George? But then again the methane probably kept the water levels at bay by keeping that ark afloat and warm. And when the flooding was almost over somebody, Noah perhaps, lit a torch when he went down into the hold on that ark to see and hear and smell what the fuss, racket and stink was all about. Then, like the burning bush, KA-BOOM, that ark went up in an catechismic explosion.”

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“Holy shit” Noah was heard to say, but in deference to his Lord, the supreme being. Author’s note. Noah saved as he is ejected from his arc!

“The Old Testament’s proverbial shit hit the fan-tail of that ark George.”

“Is that where the proverb Ship.High.In.Transit. comes from Jay? Noah’s ark?”

“Perhaps George but I don’t know for certain. Could be. But it’s probably why no one has found Noah’s ark today. The methane explosion ripped that ark into a gazillion pieces, spread all across the ancient world I would think.”

“Oh yeah, and forced childbirth is the single biggest cause of global warming. I kid you not George. Must be in the grunts and the groans and the flatulence from where those labour intensive green house gas emissions come from”

“Women are giving birth in a greenhouse these days Jay?”

“Arctic melting will cause severe flooding on the shores of Greenland George!”

“Eureka, George”

“You don’t smell all that well yourself Jay.”

No, no, no George. Eureka! Eureka. You know -as in Archimedes and his principal (sic…ning), Eureka. That an object will displace its own weight in water. Arctic ice, it floats, but when it melts the water level in the Arctic Ocean remains the same. But the Moonbats out there will not believe this law of physics and will state categorically and adamantly that Archimedes and his principals (sic…ning) are coming to you from Big Oil.

“Oh and one more thing George. Global Warming will wipe out breakfast cereals by 2070”

“That’s okay cause I like my cereal cold anyway Jay, so I’m not worried.”

“That’s the least of your worries George”

“Man, we are doomed!”


From the Oxymoronic File:

“Safe Injection Sites are springing up everywhere across Canada George.”

“Ban flatulence in cows, and in humans too, as it really is Natural Gas, isn’t it Jay?!”

“You bet George”

“200 protesters recently protesting the latest LNG proposition in B.C. then hopping into their SUVs, pickup trucks and cars for the drive home.”

“Protesters protesting a proposed new cell tower in the local countryside all the while talking on their cell phones to get more protesters out to protest the new cell tower’s construction.”
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“One of the mysteries of life George: Why are there so many sick people in health food stores? Huh? Huh?”

“Dont (sic) know Jay.”

“Bit of trivia George. How many falls are there in Klamath Falls Oregon?How many? Huh, huh?”

“Dunno (sic) Jay. How many?” One set of falls perhaps?”

“Nope. None George. There are no falls in Klamath Falls Oregon.”


Quote of the week

…Militancy is great – for pacifists…

 

“Until next time George”

” By the way Jay, what is (sic…ning)?”

“Well just about everything these days George, everything.”

Lisa, Lisa…..Helps

John


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Hypocrisy

Damn, late again. Busy last night, so stayed at a friend’s place. Normally I try to get these posts out by 8 am, Monday to Friday. No posts on the weekend. I am normally up at 6 am. Yes 6 am. For those of us old farts who remember the good ole days of sleepin in till 12 or 1 o’clock, well those days are long gone. the toilet always beckons.

I couldn’t sleep in past 6 am even if I tried. And, when you get to our age you no longer need an alarm clock. The bladder does that very well for us, thank you very much.

Oops, gotta take a pee before I can start this today.


Driving home I listened to KISS FM out of Bellingham Washington, USA. They have a segment called the Knucklehead Awards. The winner today was somewhat interesting. Along the lines of Mr Kraft. Y’know that Boston rich guy who got caught up in a brothel sting but denied any wrong doing saying he was only recruiting for the New England Patriots Cheerleading squad.

See the source imageYeah right Mr Kraft. And I have a Heinz pickle for you too.

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Speaking of being in a pickle, the mayor of Sandwich Illinois got himself into a real pickle yesterday. Seems Mr Dick Jones (I can’t make this up), the Lord Mayor of Sandwich Illinois, got himself caught up in a prostitution sting with three prostitutes. A foursome. That was some sandwich Dick. Three prostitutes? Must have been a clubhouse. It sure as hell wasn’t a Kraft grilled cheeze sandwich that’s for sure. Oh, Dick, he won today’s Knucklehead Award.


A poll that the CBC will never report on nor will the Liberals ever accept. This, in light of the government’s latest announcement of a climate crisis in Canada:

Are you more or less in favour of the federal carbon tax than you were when it was first introduced?

More
149 (11 %)
Less
921 (68 %)
Opinion has stayed the same
286 (21 %)

Total number of votes: 1356

The only crisis in Canada right now is one of confidence. Confidence in our leadership, especially at the Federal level and this Liberal Government under Justin Trudeau.

It is an old trick. The UN has been using it for years. Create a crisis – in this case the climate – then propose the solution. In the UN’s case the solution is for “One World Government,” under the UN of course, while for Canada it is for higher taxes and more revenue streams. If you think a 4 cents a litre tax is going to solve the so called climate crisis, then there is a ex planet waiting for you to inhabit: Pluto:

See the source imageNot that Pluto, this one:See the source imageSpeaking of leadership, the entire House of Commons unanimously apologized for the injustice that Admiral Normal had to endure – falsely as it turner out. I say unanimously and it was except for 2 absentees: Our Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau and his Defence Minister. Rajit Say-It Again-Sam. October cannot come soon enough.


Identity politics gone amuk. Political correctness madness. The latest? In BC of course. The removal of the statue of colonial judge, Matthew Baillie Begbie for his role in enforcing the Rule of Law with the hangin in 1866 of 6 Indigenous Chiefs – who were found guilty of their crime.

That being the case I would now expect the removal of all instances of remembrance and commemoration of the following:

Sir James Douglas – founder of Victoria and Begbie’s boss. An avowed racist by today’s standards;

Captain James Cook – statue on the causeway. That bastard of British imperialism and colonialism

Finlayson – he once fired a cannon into a Songhees Village in Esquimalt, where the Delta Pacific, Ocean Point Resort Hotel now stands;

John Helmcken – who accompanied Begbie to the Indian trial and is as culpable as he was with those hangings;

Jesper Pemberton – Racist

Blanshard – that British rogue and symbol of those dastardly colonial Brits under Queen Victoria.

John Todd,

Bishop Cridge; and

Reverend Staines

All racists!

Oh, and they might as well change the name of the City of Victoria to one that reflects that city’s true roots – Camosun.

If the Victoria Council and the Provincial Government allow Begbie’s statue to come down, and they do not address the commemoration of these other racist pioneers – in street, place names and statues- then they are hypocrites of the highest order. You cannot pick and choose your racists.


Here is something the Greens would never admit to:

She is nuts but the video is very progressive and interestingly positive about our energy future.


Yes we are:


have a great Navy day.

 

SJ……….…………………………….Out

Victorian Smugness

I am going to get into a bit of trouble with this post. So be it.

Ah Victoria. Good or Bad? Weather actually sucks. Endless winter days turn into weeks of gray dull skies; mist transforms into drizzle, showers transition to rain. Waiting for summer to arrive, patiently, in June, only to be tricked yet again that it is really November outside.

Fashionable? Perhaps, if one takes to Tilley hats, fleeced vests, birkenstocks, slickers, and gum boots. Last vestige of hippiedom in Canada – alive and well and living in a kaleidoscope of multi-coloured, ugly, and messy wood-framed homes and apartments (the Pink Palace comes to mind) in James Bay, Fairfield and the Jubilee area. Where the only excitement one can muster is having an overpriced coffee in one of the coffee houses in the Cook Street Village.  I have finally made it here because I live in a cloister of over priced, original, cold, un-updated, asbestos laden 1940 era homes in Oak Bay behind a tweed and snobby curtain – for close to a million bucks! And no respected individual would ever venture across the new “Blue Bridge”into Esquimalt.

Ah Victoria, the city of continual protests – from the new interchange and bridge to nowhere to the rotten 300 foot high cedar, that needed to come down in Cordova Bay, or was that Cadboro Bay?  Sewage treatment and LRT discussions that never seem to end. Lovely bedroom communities of the tired worn out neighbourhoods of Gordon Head, Esquimalt, Vic West – Bay St,  Hillside and Mount Tolmie corridors – neighbourhoods now weaned on uncut, brown grass, peeling paint, dirty stucco, unsightly weeds and outdoor lawn furniture by either Ford or GM.  Of course defining something as quaint in Victoria, such as Fernwood or the Quadra Street Village really equates to a “dump” in the rest of Canada.  And the traffic sucks. Big city like!

Ah yes Victoria, City of Gardens, now a City of Weeds.  Yes Victoria? A leader on the cusp of 19th Century transportation initiatives.  And, the only place that I know of on earth, Bangladesh excepted perhaps, that has an aggregate stone processing facility and cement plant in the middle of the city!!!!  And the University of Victoria? Oh yes, that beacon of light in the darkness and bastion of free speech and lawful assembly everywhere – NOT! Only at UVic would one hear that a Canadian icon such as the canoe is really a throwback to imperialism, colonialism and oppression. Those dastardly Brits and their Evil Empire! What?

Ah, the Victorian Waterfront – it’s a jungle down there, especially around Beacon Hill Park – cut the friggin grass! The New West Shore will always be, in my mind, the old Western Communities: Colwood, Langford and Metchosin, and all the red neckiness that this area represents. Traffic headiness, high density West Hills and Royal Bay, which will be projects in 10 years time, and an ugliness that would rival Toronto’s rush hour. There’s only one way out of town – to nowhere.

This city is pedantic, provincial, parochial, insecure and smug – that’s why everyone here has to constantly remind themselves and everyone else within earshot about what a great place Victoria is – the best place on earth to live. Well, you know what Victorians? It isn’t.

Don’t get me wrong. Victoria is still a nice place to live in many respects but the smugness here is ingratiating to me.


I always thought they were singing ” douche”

Have a great Navy day.

 

SJ…………………………………………………….Out