Category: Good Stuff

Well, I finally managed to find Her Majesty’s Prime Minster Stephen Harper’s speech at the 90th anniversary of the assault on Vimy (thanks to Daimnation for finding it first). The footage seems to be via Lowell Green over at CFRA in Ottawa.

Damn good speech and definitely worth taking the time to watch — and that’s coming from a guy that usually finds himself bored to tears by speechs.

Good Gawd. And here I thought that old saw about some jokes writing themselves was just a bunch o’ bull. Well, I guess it just goes to show ya that truth really is stranger than fiction. Today’s self-writing joke is that a dude from Montreal by the name of Albert Neremberghe and a buddy of his made themselves a documentary film called… wait for it… Let’s All Hate Toronto. No, I’m not making that up.

For the record: Yes, hating TO is a lot like shooting fish in a barrel but it does have one redeeming virtue (Don’t even think about looking at me like that. It’s called loyalty. I suffered through the goddamn Harold Ballard years, fer chrissakes…!). But seriously… do we need a documentary to tell us to hate Toronto? Some folks are WAY ahead of that curve… 😀

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Dang; willya lookit all this? I take a few days off and, lo & behold, a total buttload of interesting stuff all pops up all over the place.

The Poor Little Rich Girl of Canadian politics has decided that, since nobody will let her be in charge, she’s running back home to Daddy’s company to… well, be in charge. Because of her overwhelming qualifications, of course. Don’t let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya on the way out.

The Torys put yet another nail in the now almost all-nail coffin of the billion-buck bugger-up of the long gun registry and the Liebrals, naturally, were miffed that it was done outside of Parliament where they could have huffed and puffed — but actually done sweet bugger all — about it:

“It says the Conservatives are trying to do by stealth what they can’t do out in the open — which is kill the long gun registry,” said Liberal Justice Critic Marlene Jennings.

“But by doing it by stealth, they are attempting to ensure that the vast majority of Canadians won’t know what they’re doing, and so they get away with it.”

No, dipshit; it means that the Tories — along with most other people in this country that have two non-partisan brain cells to rub together — are sick and God damned tired of worthless, self-serving, Grit grandstanding on this issue and have decided to take away one of your favourite horns. Go toot something else. Have some beans.

Our boys in Afghanistan had a bad day over the Easter weekend. Perhaps in something of a telling portent of changing values, the deaths of six of our men came almost right on top of the 90th anniversary of the assault on Vimy Ridge where losing six men would have happened about every seven minutes. 3,598 dead in three days; do the math. And none of them came home. But look to get innundated with a fresh volly of “body of fallen soldier begins/continues/ends long journey home” stories in the MSM for the next while (unless there’s something more Lefty-friendly to blab about for a few minutes).

All charges were finally dropped agains the lacrosse players from Duke University, which must have totally baffled the lib-left because hey, the accuser was black and the accused were white. Which means they’re clearly guilty, right?

Hockey season ended. Early.

And much, much more. Dang. Well, I’m back now and seeing as how I’m laid off for a while, that should mean that I’m going to have a lot more time to dish out all the little nuggets of wisdom that you have all come to know, love and depend on to get through your days.

Damn. It’s not very often that I trip over something that actually makes me sit down, shut the hell up and think. This is one of those things. This guy’s name is Evan Sayet, he’s described as a “writer, lecturer and pundit,” and this is… well, this is him ripping modern liberalism (big L and little l) a new asshole at a Heritage Foundation function. Not sure where or when this was but I find myslef wishing I could have been there; it looks like I would have enjoyed myself… 😉

I’m not going to go and repeat or even summarize, what all this guy got into, but trust me: this is well worth watching. The whole video is over 45 minutes 😯 so it might take some time to download, expecially on a slow connection like dialup. So, if you are one of those unlucky buggers still stuck in dialup land, my advice is click the vid, pause it as soon as it starts to play, and go grab a coffee or something. Come back when it’s finally downloaded and enjoy it then. Like I said, it’s worth it…

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt. What I’d like to know is, how the hell did Tootoo catch on to Robidas coming up behind him like that? For those wondering what you’re about to see, here it is in a nutshell:

Tootoo creams Modano with a high-but-clean hit and then sends Robidas to the corner of WhereTheHell & AmI, seemingly by sense of smell, before getting whacked across the back by Modano’s stick after he peeled himself off the ice. Things got cranky from there and Robidas ended up riding the stretcher off the ice. Final tally: no majors, charging for Robidas and double roughing for Tootoo.

I repeat: how the HELL did Tootoo smell that guy coming?? Robidas clearly thought he had the element of surprise, or else he never would have led with his chin like that…

Growing up in a little, slightly more than a wide spot in the road sort of town in Western Ontario meant, amongst other things, lots of community picnics in the summertime. There were always plenty of things for the kids to do at these little shindigs, from sack races, to scavenger hunts, to junior marksmanship, and just about everything in between. But there’s one thing in particular that’s been popping up in my brain lately: the money scramble.

For those of you that haven’t heard of this, it’s just what it sounds like. One unlucky grownup would get to stand in the middle of a pack of wild-eyed kids, jacked up on glucose preteen rocket fuel, with a small sack of change. He would then grab a handful of coins, toss them into the air, and then get the hell out of the way as about 20 kids dove on the nickles and dimes like a pack of starving wolves on a herd of lame deer. So where the heck did this memory pop up from, you ask? It’s simple: there’s a budget coming up.

Actually, if you live in Ontario, there are two budgets coming up and they’re both of the pre-election variety. We all know what that means, don’t we? Yup: we’re about to get bribed with our own money on a massive scale. 🙄 As the Freeps put it this morning:

1 week. 2 budgets. $300B+ in spending.

Oh, joy. First comes the feds today, with what is expected to be a $3-billion grab bag of goodies, which will no doubt have pundits reading the election-speculation entrails for weeks to come. Then, on Thursday, McSquinty and his Fiberals will grab fistfuls of our money and furiously try to scrub our brains with it in the hope that we will somehow forget what a colossal frak-up he’s been over the past few years (health tax, Caledonia, flirting with sharia, yadda yadda yadda).

Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m a little too hungover from Saint Paddy’s day to bother with any of that bullshit right now. So here, for your non-budget-related enjoyment, is a bunch of stuff:

• Ever wonder what it takes to get a first class seat on some airlines? Now you know…
• Sun Media’s Michael Coren shows that he does, in fact, have a sense of humour (and so, apparently, does the Anglican bishop of New Westminster in Greater Vancouver): “Thank God for liberal clergyman. Because if they didn’t exist we would have to make them up.”
• Earl McRae tells us why he wears red on Fridays (as if we couldn’t figure it out).
• Watch UWO’s Salim Mansur take an astronomical pin to the zealotry balloon of the Prophets Of Eco-Doom.

There. That should keep you busy for a bit. Now I’m gonna go and try to get rid of this carpet on my tongue… Guinness, anyone?