Category: Media

Wow. Don’t you just love it when you’re bopping around, not really looking for anything in particular, and stumble on something that just manages to make your day? I love it when that happens. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, kinda like how Liberals must feel when they piss my money away.

Anyways, movin’ right along… I was poking about over at the LUFA site (no, not that sponge-thing, bonehead; the Law-abiding Unregistered Firearms Association… check it out) and stumbled on this little gem that put a grin on my ugly mug so big that it damn near met in the back and toppled the top half of my skull off. Yeah, it was messy. But I digress…

This here is Katey. Katey lives someplace in Canada (I don’t know where but if I find out she’s from around here, I am totally gonna try and set her up with Edward… 😉 ) and, for a thirteen year old, she is sharp as a tack. Yeah, she’s blonde and talks like a total airhead. Don’t be fooled. This kid’s smarter than a good-sized chunk of the House of Commons. See for yourself:

[UPDATE: After a little more poking around, I found out that Katey is Bruce Montague’s daughter. Some of you might remember Bruce as the law-abiding hunter and gunsmith from northern Ontario who has been fighting the good fight against our country’s bullshit Firearms Act since he was arrested and jailed under it on September 11, 2004. For more information on Bruce and his quest to have the Firearms Act declared unconstitutional, and what you can do to help, see his website.]

Here, at long last, is the final and conclusive proof that several of those old adages that your mom, dad, grandma and grandpa were flinging about for all those years were really right after all. I’m talking about those little homilies that left you scratching your youthful head in utter befuddlement, wondering whether or not the old folks had finally reached that point that people referred to as “ready for a home,” whatever the heck that was supposed to have meant. Those little nuggets of wisdom that so often only make any sense at all in hindsight.

You know the ones I’m talking about:
“Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.”
“Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then.”

You can now add another one to that list:
“Even the CBC will broadcast some sense sometimes.”

I even found proof…

Okay, show of hands now… Who would have ever guessed that the Ministry Of What You Should Think’s redeeming virtue would be found in Rex Murphy??? 😯

Yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Once again it’s that time of year. It’s now officially May first (has been for a few hours now) and just on the off chance that you might have somehow (gee, I dunno, maybe you were abandoned in the wilderness as a child and raised in a cave by wild rednecks or something) forgotten just what that means, here’s both a little reminder and the most honest explanation possible.

Ah, the simple pleasures of spring, eh?

Let’s go out on a limb here. Just this once. Here it is. With NO commentary whatsoever. Make of it what you will.

As most of you know, I am often highly critical of those who work in the mainstream media. I still am, because I truly believe that, more often than not, my criticisms are fully justified.

Whether for ideological, agenda-driven purposes or from a simple desire to get a bigger slice of the media pie at any cost, members of the media mislead us each and every day. Some of them even outright lie to us.

Sometimes though, one of them will just make an honest mistake. Perhaps a lapse in judgment, perhaps simply an inability to keep up with the maelstrom of information that swirls around a particular story as it unfolds. But still, a mistake. And then the weasely son of a bitch still tries to worm his way out from under it, rather than admit he was wrong.

Alleged link to killer an insult to victim Emily

I am very pleased to say that the TO Sun’s Thane Burnett is not such an individual. Thane screwed up. Big. But instead of puking up a bunch of weasel-talk and trying to shift off the blame, Thane stood up, admitted what he did, said in no uncertain terms that it was wrong, accepted the consequences and took it like a man [aw, crud; the feminists are gonna poop on me now…]:

BLACKSBURG — In the stampede that followed the massacre at Virginia Tech, victim Emily Hilscher was cut again and again.

Including by me.

Emily was likely the first of Cho Seung-Hui’s victims here, along with Ryan Clark, inside West Ambler Johnson residence. Clark had rushed to her aid when he heard the first shots of the day on Monday.

Police have not officially called Cho the pair’s executioner, because while the same weapon was used in their deaths as the 30 others inside Norris Hall a few hours later, they have not proven that connection beyond their own professional benchmark.

Which is a good reason to bring me back to 18-year-old Emily, and the insult news writers like myself placed on her memory. In most early stories — including my own for Sun Media — Emily was offhandedly referred to as a possible girlfriend to Cho. Or that they, at least, had a relationship.

There were other stories printed elsewhere which went beyond, accusing her of leading him on or of cheating on him. That loose end was tied up and we went on to the next of how many more disturbing facts — leaving Emily to linger too long in the filth of an unlikely association.

Even yesterday, an overseas online headline read: “Gunman’s Love Spat Sparked Massacre.”

Sickening enough that a madman killed her. Now add the slur she was involved with him romantically.

How the ghost of Cho — who took pictures of girls secretly and would not say hello to them but stalked them via the Internet — must have grinned at that link.

Police said yesterday they were still trying to find a connection between Emily and the twisted character who liked to be known as “question mark.” But it seems clear now her world, or any of the important elements in it, didn’t likely include Cho.

She was light, happy and loved to ride in the country with her mother — whom she called almost every day.

He was dark and angry — worrying his own parents he was suicidal.

Tommy Pendleton, a friend of Emily’s, pointed out in an online posting: “Emily Hilscher is not related to the shooter in any way regarding a serious relationship.”

While the probable lack of any relationship has been amended and clarified deep inside news copy which has flowed out of here, I feel guilt that I had any part in drawing her into an embrace with a killer.

What seems beyond question is that Emily Hilscher didn’t deserve to appear in the same sentence as vile Cho Seung-Hui, let alone maligned by the allegation he held a place in her heart.

The emphasis, of course, is mine.  I apologize, Mister Burnett, if I am not adequately able to state my feelings at having found a journalist demonstrating such integrity. It is an experience to which I am most unaccustomed.

But it is most welcome. For that sir, I thank you.

Well, since I seem to be in a video kind of mood today, let’s add this one to the pile. SDA had this earlier and it’s pretty damned dumb.

Ah, ecotourism, isn’t it just wonderful? Happy little tree-hugging granola-grinders getting themselves back to the loving, gentle embrace of Mother Nature, where nothing nasty ever happens, there is never any violence, and all the goddess’s happy creatures live in perfect harmony with one another. Probably because there’s no conservatives around.

Memo to the Ecotardsâ„¢:
Nature isn’t politically correct. Nature isn’t pacifist. Nature is downright violent. Nature has a word for vegans and that word is: “FOOD.” Animals fall into two categories: those that eat other animals and those that get eaten by other animals. Neither one gives a shit about you, how many petitions you signed in college, or how much you hate the east coast seal hunt. They do, however, give a damn about their young. And ELEPHANTS are something that, if you had two brain cells to rub together, you would stick right up near the top of your “I don’t wanna screw with that” column.

These idjits aren’t that smart, though. The price of their stupidity? I’m not 100% sure, but the quoted stat of “two were injured and one was killed” doesn’t stretch the imagination too much. Can you say “Darwin Award,” boys and girls?