Category: Grits

The bitching continues. Howls of outrage are ringing out, mostly from Lebanese Canadians but also from the usual motley crew of leftist suspects, that the government isn’t doing enough to evacuate Canadians currently trapped in Lebanon. Bullshit.

What really gnaws at me is that, out of all the complainers that I’ve heard from (and there were quite a few after yesterday’s post), over 70% said that they vote Liberal. The actual number may be even higher; I haven’t managed to reach all of them back yet. That’s right: the same people that propped up a corrupt party (that sucked up to the “immigrant vote” in order to keep their grip on power and decimated our military) are now whining at the top of their lungs that the current government isn’t doing enough.

Well guess what, you whiny little shits? You reap what you sow. Don’t go boo-hooing to the nearest television camera about how the Tories aren’t helping anyone; they’re doing the best that they can with what they were left to work with, which isn’t too damned much. Hell, the PM himself has diverted his own plane to pick up evacuees (for American readers: imagine the President of the United States flying in on Air Force One to personally pull Americans out of some foreign hot spot and you’ve got the idea), what more do you think can be done??

Send in planes? What planes? The biggest things we’ve got are Hercs. When we went to Afghanistan, we had to rent aircraft from the Russians and that’s not going to happen this time because they’re too busy getting their own people out.

Send in ships? We had to charter the ones that we’re already sending, remember? We have no heavy transport vessels anymore; thank you very much, Grits.

Send in troops to protect our people? What troops? The Canadian Armed Forces has been whittled down to barely 60,000 men, most not in combat positions. And how the hell would we get them there (see above)?

So my advice is: If you spent the last several elections voting Liberal and now have family trapped in Lebanon, shut the hell up. You made your bed, now you can lie in it.

Holy double standards, Batman. Will somebody please explain to me just why it is that when the HypoGrits go talking all tough, they’re saving the whole world but when a Tory talks tough, he’s just being a big, mean, nasty, intolerant, backward, anti-whatever knuckledragger?

What’s that, you say? I’m just being a stereotypical, paranoid, right-wing nut-job? Well then, just chew on these examples, why don’t you:

Schools
First off, there are the soothsayers of doom and gloom at TO’s school board who are howling the same old same old once again. “Schools and pools are closing, oh my! Send money before it’s too late!”

The TDSB had themselves a little chinwag earlier this week to stage their latest production of the long running hit, Chicken Little Knows Best, and declare in duly prophetic and ominous tones that 64 schools and 77 pools will need to be closed if the Grits don’t pony up a great, green glob of government goodies, and damn quick. Now, why does this sound so familiar? Waitaminit, I heard it last year; and the year before that, come to think of it. Hell, when the Tories were running the show, they turned this little begfest into something resembling an annual pilgrimage, complete with a Grim Reaper prancing about in front of one news conference and prophesying apocalyptic consequences if the moochers didn’t get everything they wanted.

When Chainsaw Mike and Evasive Ernie were running the show, it was headline news whenever these bozos pinched a loaf about funding. Remember that these are the same 77 pools the board threatened to can in ’99, 2000, ’01 and ’02 that we’re talking about here. Now that the Natural Governing Party is in charge, it barely rates ink. For a guy who wants to be known as the “Education Premier,” McSquinty sure is heading bassackwards on this one. Education Minister Sandra Pupatello was equally befuddling yesterday:

“I don’t know if it’s the same clip I’m seeing or if it’s just a re-run clip from last year,” she burbled to the press yesterday. “They are the largest landowner in the city of Toronto … they are sitting on a lot of very valuable property but they have declining enrolment, 10,000 fewer students, yet they have had an 11% increase in funding.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d think Sandy was channeling the ghost of Paul Christie. You remember him, right? The mean old board supervisor the Tories appointed who was demonized in the press for noticing the same things as Pupatello.

Elections
Second, we have Harper’s plan for fixed dates for federal elections. The TO Red Star crowd freaked out, with letters to the editor asking how ol’ Steve can have the gall to “arbitrarily change the parliamentary system into the American model in the blink of an eye?” Huuuhhh??? Harper suggests something and these bozos drop bricks in their BVDs but when McSquinty went ahead and did the same thing, nobody so much as broke wind over it.

For all that fuss, the fact remains that all fixed election dates do is to pull the “we can call an election whenever the polls are good for us” rug out from under the sitting government. This is not such a bad thing. And besides, whatever criticisms I may have about the Yanks, they are still a democracy. We’re talking fixed election dates here, folks, not fixed elections.

Courts
Then there’s Caledonia. Highway 6 is still blocked, there is no end in sight, and the province was called on the carpet yesterday to explain to superior Court Judge David Marshall just why the hell his court order to remove the protesters hasn’t been enforced. Now I wonder what would happen if Tories were to bang heads with a judge?

Ontario is supposed to be governed by the rule of law, but McSquinty and his gang have instead decided to deal with this by throwing a bunch of taxpayers’ cash (we don’t get to know just how much) to the town, local businesses and the developers of the disputed land. Nothing at all about dealing with the “occupiers” of the disputed land.

The fact is, if you allow lawlessness in one place, it just primes other malcontents to break the law somewhere else. Don’t believe me? Consider that natives have set up an information picket at the Brantford casino, saying they own that site. If this sounds familiar, it’s because that’s how the Caledonia clusterfiddle started out, and Tory critic Bob Runciman was looking for answers in the House yesterday:

“Can you advise us if you’re taking action to deal with the Brantford challenge, or are you once again going to sit on the sidelines until the situation deteriorates and becomes Caledonia Two?” Runciman demanded to acting premier Gerry Phillips.

Sorry, Bob, but I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one if I were you. The Grits are far more interested in politically correct optics than in law and order. After all, it’s not like anybody is trying to take over one of their homes.

This is rich, and I do mean absolutely rich. Check this out:Extraterrestrial kittyvore Dolt McSquinty jabs his crassly partisan proboscis into federal politics during the last election by coming out to endorse PMdaPM for… well, for PM. Our little Norman Bates lookalike pulls every snide trick short of the “I may eat kittens but Stephen Harper eats babies!” routine trying to make the wheels fall off the Tory campaign wagon. Not a whiff of Grit outrage anywhere.

Meanwhile, Grit Grand-Poobah-wannabe Gerard Kennedy pipes in that, unlike Harper “by and large Mr. McGuinty has remained above the fray.” Apparently he was too busy at the time to heave his skull out of his sphincter to notice what his boss was saying. Grits fail to notice the irony.

Jonny Cretin flings some thinly-veiled badmouth at Alberta and Albertans in the 2000 campaign, saying “I do like to do politics with people from the East,” and “Joe Clark and Stockwell Day are from Alberta, and they are a different type,” finishing off with “I’m joking. I’m serious.” The Shawinigan Strangler never withdrew the insult. Nary a peep from the Left.

Last year, the Martin Grits broadside McGuinty for having the gall to point out that Ontario sending $23 billion more to Ottawa every year than they get back isn’t exactly the fairest deal in the land. John McCallum (revenue minister at the time) called McGuinty’s beefs “dangerous for Canada.” No Grit outrage.

In the last election, PMdaPM fires one across McGuinty’s bow for breaking his promise to freeze taxes, because it’s making Ontarians PO’ed at the federal Grits. Grits are fine with this.

Grits demonize former premier “chainsaw” Mike Harris, not just when he was in office but right up into the last election, when he wasn’t even in politics anymore. Liberal TV ads weep and wail about how Harris wrecked Ontario and how Harper will do the same to the whole country, along with a hoary host of other attack ads. Only reaction from the Liberals is to try to backpedal when the infamous “soldiers in the streets” spot blows up in their faces like a landmine.

Got all that? Good. So what now? Here’s what now:

At a provincial Conservative fundraiser, Stephen Harper introduces Ontario Tory leader John “Guess-What-Party-I’m-With” Tory as “the next premier of Ontario” and all across the land, Liberals pinch a colossal loaf in their collective stanfields. You’d think that Steve had smacked Dalt’s wife or something.

Ontario Grit Anthony Rota bleats that “with his meddling in provincial politics, the prime minister has insulted the premier and shown contempt toward the people of Ontario who elected the premier to work on their behalf.”

“The fact of the matter is this prime minister has been ignoring the premier of the province of Ontario and has been shoving him aside,” barfed Pickering-Ajax MP Mark Holland.

I won’t even get into what’s been leaking out of Bob Rae’s piehole over this.

Harper, however, has managed to pretty much shrug off all this hoopla: “I do not think the House will be surprised to learn that John Tory is a very good friend of mine,” he told the Commons, “but it would be a surprise if the party opposite is saying it will not in fact campaign or work with its provincial cousins. That would be a surprise.” Well said.

My position is a little simpler, though. A little more earthy, my mother would say. It’s this: Guys, if you can’t take it, don’t dish it out; and until you can figure out if you can or can’t, kindly take your hypocritical little burblings, make like chickens, and shut the cluck up.