Category: Canada

Tip o’ the hat to SDA for this one. Haul ass over to Angus Reid and put your two cents in. The moonbats seem to be stuffing the ballot box on this one…

Despite being Catholic, I have no real problem with the theory of evolution per se.  It’s actually rather neat and tidy, when you think about it.  Things that can survive, do.  Things that aren’t properly equipped and adapted to the realities of the world in which they live, don’t.  Sort of like nature’s way of keeping the traffic moving.

If you’re wondering why I’m babbling about evolution, it’s because yet another dinosaur is facing extinction: the City of London Board of Control:

The fate of London’s board of control is in the hands of a simple majority of city council.

Amendments to the Ontario Municipal Act approved yesterday at Queen’s Park reduces the required two-thirds majority vote of council to abolish board of control to a simple majority, or 10 of 19 council members.

And it removes the need for Ontario Municipal Board approval of any change.

Mayor Anne Marie DeCicco-Best, who supports abolishing the board, said she expects the issue to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

Okay, so maybe Annie’s not a total writeoff, after all.

Just about everybody hopping into the ring in this little circus –regardless of what side of the issue they’re on– all seem to agree that nothing is going to get done on this until after the 2007 budget is dealt with.  Fair enough; deal with things in order.  But this sauntering sauropod has been lumbering across the London political landscape like a bull in a china shop for decades past its best-before date and it’s damn well high time that it was put out of our misery.  London is the last city in Canada with a board of control.  Just shoot the damn diplodocus and get on with business, already.

Hm.  Come to think of it, now that Joe “I campaigned against it before I ran for it” Swan is back in town again, I wonder how long it will take before he starts hooting about this?

Since this site is on a blogroll that is family-friendly and their aggregator picks up the first 400 characters of each post, I’m going to have to be somewhat restrained for couple of paragraphs. But I am still TOTALLY [BLEEP]ed off, so here goes…

Well, now; isn’t THIS just a big [BLEEP]ing surprise to everyone? It seems that the [BLEEP]ing [BLEEP]heads down at [BLEEP]ing London City Hall, even if you lined them all up [BLEEP] to [BLEEP], couldn’t find mathematical common sense with both hands and a [BLEEP]ing map if you nailed it to the ends of their [BLEEP]s:

London city hall is sitting on another fat surplus this year and the fight over how to use it began last night.

City coffers will have an extra $8.1 million at year’s end, staff project, the third year in the row the city’s taken in more money than it has spent — more than $30 million over three years.

City finance boss Vic Cote wants to use most of the surplus to reduce debt and for spending initiatives.

Far down the priority pole is offering immediate relief to homeowners, who face a projected tax hike of between 3.5 and 4.5 per cent, including water and sewer charges.

Yup, that’s right: as we wade into yet another term stuck with Anne Marie DeCicco-Clearly-Not-The-Best, we’re averaging $10 MILLION a year in surplus (for those of you who are wondering, that comes out to about thirty-one bucks a head for every man, woman and child in the city) and the Tax And Spend Squad are STILL cranking it to Joe and Jane Lunchbox.

Vic Cote came dangerously close to growing a brain when he was talking about using the surplus to pay down the municipal debt (something I’m always in favour of) but then he blew it by barfing up a hairball about “spending initiatives” and suggesting a paltry 600 grand for tax relief. Gee whiz, Vic; thanks there, buddy. Yer a real font of… well, you know.

Somebody (I’m not sure who) tabled a motion to nix this bullshit last night but it died on the floor by one vote. The Freeps had how they voted:

Yes: Gina Barber, Bill Armstrong, Susan Eagle, David Winninger, Paul Van Meerbergen, Judy Bryant, Walter Lonc, Joni Baechler and Harold Usher.

No: Anne Marie DeCicco-Best, Tom Gosnell, Bud Polhill, Gord Hume, Steve Orser, Roger Caranci, Paul Hubert, Cheryl Miller, Nancy Branscombe and Bernie MacDonald.

And for the record: no, I don’t pay city taxes. Not directly, anyway; I rent. But I know plenty of folks that do, and every one of them are getting sick and God damned tired of having to take a screwing every year while City Hall counts up the extra quid every December. These people are pissed.

And I don’t blame ’em one bit.

Well, this is… different. Not really sure what to make of it, to be honest with you. Could be good, could be bad; I really haven’t made up my mind yet.

As most of you have probably heard by now, the cops from Hamilton, Ontario have put up a vid on YouTube that shows footage from security cameras that police are hoping will help them in finding the killer or killers of 22-year-old Ryan Milner. Milner was stabbed to death at the corner of King William and Catharine Streets after attending a Sean Price concert at Club Seventy Seven on Nov. 16th.

I’m not sure if this is going to work or not. And to be completely honest with you, while I do support just about anything that gets murdering scumbags off the streets, I just can’t shake this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that keeps turning my thoughts to the topic of Big Brother… Gonna have to spend some more time thinking about this one, I guess.

The YouTube blurb is as follows:

Police are asking for the public’s assistance in identifying two men seen attending the Sean Price concert at Club 77, Hamilton Ontario on Nov. 17th, 2006. This video shows the two males arriving at 11:14p.m. and are described as 1) male white, wearing a white horizontal striped shirt and a black/white baseball hat with the word “JOKER” on the front and 2) male white, short hair, wearing a shirt with the word “ROCAWEAR” on the front and “99” on the back. Anyone with information please call Detective Sergeant Jorge Lasso at 905-546-2458 or Call Crimestoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS.

“I am not alive, nor am I dead. I am undead — forever.”
– Strahd von Zarovich –

It’s coming; everyone agrees on that. We aren’t likely to make it to Dominion Day without having to pinch our public proboscises and ponderously plod to the polls to put a plug in the pursuing pageant of platitudinous political punditry.

Don’t screw with me today; I have a thesaurus and I’m not afraid to use it.

So everybody and their pet beaver has figured out that — sometime in the none too distant future — we’re about to find ourselves up to our collective you-know-whats in a federal election campaign. Again. 🙄

You’d think that after the Fiberals’ Extreme Makeover in Montreal this month, they’d be looking for something new to hammer Harper over the head with in the upcoming campaign, but did they? Hell, no! They grabbed the nearest shovel, made a beeline to the Grit Graveyard of Tired Canardsâ„¢ and dug up the moldiest, rankest character-assassination cadaver they could find: The Vast Right Wing NeoCon Conspiracy® Hidden Agenda…

Dion gave every indication during a news conference yesterday he will resurrect the theme in the next campaign, expected early next year.

And he shrugged off a suggestion the hidden right-wing agenda theme might sound a little stale if trotted out yet again.

“It’s less and less hidden,” Dion said of the Conservatives’ plan for the country.

Like we need this damned revenant shambling into our midst again. If anyone at all in the whole damn country was still itching away with some doubt or other about whether or not the HypoGrits were, indeed, just the “same old same old” that they’ve always been, those doubts should now be as dead as the “scary Conservative bogeyman under the national bed” tactic was thought to be.

I mean, come on now; let’s be serious for just one God damned minute, okay?? Seriously, even the Liberals (yes, those Liberals) can’t possibly be THAT fucking STOOPID! Can they? As of this writing, Stephen Harper has been Her Majesty’s Prime Minister of Canada for 312 days and, as everyone has seen, none of the following has happened yet:

1. Neither Stephen Harper nor any members of his caucus have eaten any babies.
2. Quebec has not separated from Canada.
3. The sun has not burned out.
4. Our health care system has not collapsed.
5. Homosexuals have not been rounded up into camps in the high arctic.
6. Women have not been forced to get pregnant in order to be denied access to abortions.
7. We have not become of 51st state of US of A.
8. We have not sent troops to Iraq, either.
9. The Charter of Rights and Freedoms has not been scrapped.
10. We have not withdrawn from the UN.
11. The sky has not fallen.
12. There have been no reliable reports (other than above) of the dead rising from their graves to feast upon the living.
13. We have not declared war on puppies.
14. Toronto has not been placed under martial law (although that might not be such a bad idea).
15. The polar ice caps have not melted.
16. The National Capital has not been moved to Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump.
17. The economy has not collapsed.
18. We still have no official State Religion; Christian, Satanic or otherwise.
19. Fun has not been outlawed.
20. No one has been executed for anything.
21. Banjo lessons are not a compulsory component of our educational curriculum.
22. No angels have tooted any trumpets, cracked any seals, or done anything else worrysome.
23. etc, etc, ad nauseum…

The more I hear this bullshit, the more the HypoGrits remind me of a doomsday cult: They keep predicting the end of the world but when the appointed day comes and goes (over and over again), they just move the goalposts. “Next time, it’ll happen.”

Yeah. Sure it will. Whatever.

STFU, already.

Now THIS is my kind of cop. The more I read about him, the more I like him. Everybody and their dog knows that the so-called “criminal justice system” in this country is nothing more than a criminal-coddling crock of… well, you know. But Calgary Const. Shaun Horne went and did what damn near every cop in the land — not to mention more than a few just plain decent, law-abiding folks — have been itching to do for years: After idiot JP Kristine Robidoux gave career criminal Albert Walter Brazill — a lifelong scumbag with over 65 criminal convictions — a free pass out of the county bucket, Const. Horne stood up in the courtroom and ripped Her Bullshitness a new one.

You can read more about it here, here, here and here. As Rick Bell put it best in today’s Calgary Sun:

What happens when a city cop tells the truth about our justice system? In PC Calgary, he gets yanked off the street and hit with a suspension

Guilty of speaking what everybody knows to be true.

Our so-called justice system IS a mockery and a joke.

Ask any cop.

Ask any criminal.

Ask any victim of crime.

But Const. Shaun Horne, with 25 years of fighting bad guys under his belt, just doesn’t think the fact. He actually says the words.

And the butt-covering city police bigwigs, anxious not to offend the sensibilities of judges, mete out the discipline at the public school board meeting room.

With the clock ticking off toward his last day, a police hearing suspends the constable for a week without pay.

There is not much more they can do. Horne is out the door early in the new year. But the message is clear.

If the officer had years to go before the finish line they’d be getting the nails and the wood out.

“It would be suicidal,” says Rambo Al Koenig, the mince-no-words police association prez.

“Out of fear of reprisals anyone speaking out would have to swallow their pride and their principles.”

But Horne could speak up and did speak up when one Albert Walter Brazill appeared in court for not paying his bar tab.

Brazill is a piece of work, a career criminal with 65 convictions — everything from extortion, kidnapping, forcible confinement to thefts, multiple break and enters, vehicle theft, armed robbery, frauds, forgeries, assaults, many impaired driving and drug beefs and more than once failing to show up to court.

Brazill has nothing to say but tells justice of the peace Kristine Robidoux he needs an alcohol program.

He says he is in Calgary looking for work as a painter but nobody will get him painter pants. Then he gives some sob story about not being able to score work of any kind because he was hit over the head in Regina and his ID was stolen.

“I can’t win,” he says. But he does win, 65 convictions and all.

Robidoux says: “I am just not satisfied the ends of justice are met by having this person detained for the better part of a week.”

Brazill asks if that’s it, realizes it is, thanks Robidoux and smirks at Horne the cop, who’s seen the revolving door so many times before.

Horne calls him a piece of … you know.

Horne then asks the JP if she is “going to release everybody” and calls Brazill’s walk “a joke” and “a mockery.”

By the way, the released Brazill doesn’t show up for his next court date.

Yesterday, it is Horne on the hot seat, three counts of discreditable conduct. Insp. Paul Manuel, representing the police brass, sounds off like a paragon of virtue.

Horne brought “discredit on the reputation of the service” and there must be a strong message to the ranks that “this type of behaviour will not be condoned and must be dealt with severely.”

Manuel waxes on about Horne’s “barrage” of “insulting and condescending language” stating “the seriousness of the matter cannot be overstated.”

“The public interest must be considered,” says the inspector. Right. Since when was the public interest ever considered.

Besides, the constable won’t say sorry and Robidoux the JP is reportedly shocked and gets angry calls at home from the public.

Manuel asks for Horne to get two weeks without pay. He is given one. It is the sad end for a good cop.

Rambo Al says the badges on the street will now know the drill. “No matter what injustice you see, keep your mouth shut,” says Koenig.

Horne has no regrets. He’d do the same but maybe be a little choosier about the words.

He is still frustrated but gets some small comfort from the support of fellow- officers who every day deal with the cushiness of the courts and the public relations blather from their politically correct superiors.

Horne is not surprised by the outcome.

“In my mind, this was over before it started,” he says.

He retires knowing the system is “nowhere near fair” and it isn’t changing any time soon. But the police officer does not shy away from the consequences. Horne says he was offered a reprimand and wouldn’t take it. He will not bend the knee.

When it is over, Manuel shamelessly offers a handshake and the obligatory happy retirement wish to Horne.

The constable just turns away.