Category: Americas

Something’s going on. I can feel it, deep down in the marrow of my bones. The signs and omens are everywhere.

I found an adder in the garden this morning. 😯 Last night at midnight, all my clocks stopped. 😯 Owls have been seen in daylight, dogs bay into the empty night and the Coach de Bauer was seen under a moonless sky, while the mournful wail of the bean sidhe echoes in the willows. 😯

Oh, what? You don’t believe me? Alright then, smartass, try this one on for size:

The Parliament of Canada website, whenever I’ve checked it before, has always contained a full schedule of the upcoming week’s agenda. Not so now. Monday has the usual slate of stuff that could make a meth-head yawn but Tuesday? Well, that’s interesting. Tuesday has one entry and one entry only [A tip o’ the toque to National Newswatch for this one, btw]:

PROJECTION FOR SUBSEQUENT DAYS
TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2007

Private Members’ Business

C-377 — Mr. Layton (Toronto—Danforth) — Climate Change Accountability Act — Second reading (resuming debate)

That’s right, the only thing scheduled is the latest list of commandments from the High Priests of The Church of We’re All Gonna Die bag of climate-change claptrap from the loopy-Left, tinfoil-hat, moonbat, wish-they’d-all-go-splat Prophets of Envirodoomâ„¢. Yup, the “every time you exhale CO2, God kills a kitten” crowd are looking to leech of still more of your and my tax dollars to keep a bunch of otherwise unemployable envirotards in jobs. Never mind all the evidence that CO2 and human activity have less to do with global warming than, well… how about THE SUN?? But hey, we must all be wrong and they must be right because, c’mon… Al Gore made a movie. And we just know he’s smart, because he invented the internet. Dickheads.

Then there’s that little online poll over at canoe. Dr Roy diagnosed this last night but I wanted to wait a little longer, until there was a broader sampling, seeing as how there were fewer than 500 votes the first time I looked at it. Now while I could (and probably will, sometime) giggle and guffaw at considerable length about this, for now I’m just going to let you have a look at it and make up your own mind…

You have to admit, 54% can be one hell of an interesting number in the right circumstances. Put all this happy horseshit together and I don’t know about you, but I can definitely smell something in the wind…

Update already (damn; that didn’t take long): Matt has noticed something, too.

Updated update: Jason at True North has sounded off about how the Tories are leading the polls… in QUEBEC?? How the hell did that one happen? 😕

Totally updated update: Well, the HOC Projected Order of Business has beefed itself up now, killing my best omen dead in its tracks and putting me in the asshat column for a while…

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.

Well, it seems like yet another Grit has gotten fed up with the Fiberals and jumped ship.  The Grit in question is Ontario Liberal backbencher Tim Peterson (whose website seems to be currently offline).  Some of you might know him as being part of what the MSM like to call “London’s first family of Liberals.” :roll:  He’s former Ontario premier David Peterson and Toronto-area MP Jim Peterson’s kid brother and London-North-Centre MPP (and former Ontario Lieberal president) Deb Matthews’ brother-in-law.  Now there’s a gene pool for ya…

The Liebrals, predictably, are saying that he’s just pissy over not getting a cabinet post.  Because we all know that whenever someone crosses the floor from the Grits, its always because of a cabinet position or some other such ulterior crap; but when someone crosses to the Grits and gets plopped right into a cabinet position that they have no qualifications for, it’s truly altruism at its highest.

And before the hooting even starts: no, he’s not joining the Tories.  He’s going to sit as an independent until the October 10 provincial election when he does plan to run as a Tory (assuming he can secure the riding nomination — he’s not getting a freebie).  Ironically enough, it looks like PC Leader John Guess-What-Party-I’m-With actually talked him out of outright crossing over:

“John Tory convinced me that I should not work in this session against the party that helped me get elected, and the party that the people in Mississauga South supported in the last election,” he said.

Imagine a Grit doing that.  Go ahead, imagine it.  Nah, I can’t either.

Quit your damn whining. You heard me. All you bozos out there that are moaning and groaning, like a bunch of homeless mill operators at a TO budget handout, about how the big bad lottery retailers cheated and got a bunch of cash from all you honest suckers. Yes, it seems that some of those guys and gals in those little kiosks in the mall managed to up and bugger off with someplace in the neighbourhood of at least — yes, at LEAST — a hundred million loonies in the last six or seven years, from ’99 to ’06…

Ontario Ombudsman Andre Marin’s report, A Game of Trust, revealed yesterday that the lottery corporation enjoyed a “buddy buddy” relationship with retailers and left no paper trail that can be followed to trace the winnings back to their rightful owners.

“Unscrupulous” lottery-ticket retailers have collected at least $100 million in fraudulent claims since 1999, Marin reported yesterday.

The fraud continued for years, in part because of a “hopelessly conflicted” agency that allowed the practice to continue and ignored an early warning from a London case, the ombudsman said.

And now everybody and their dog is bitching and moaning about getting ripped off by the big, friendly OLGC that was supposed to exist just so that they could become millionaires and retire to someplace with a very un-Canadian climate some day.

Piss off.

I’m sick and tired of hearing about how evil the redneck retirement fund has become. Well guess what, boneheads? IT WAS ALWAYS A SCAM TO BEGIN WITH!! A lottery isn’t about raising money for charities, it’s not for covering the cost of some government projects, and it’s sure as hell not there to give you any damn money.

It’s a tax, plain and simple. It’s a tax on people that are bad at math. So either get smart enough to figure out what your odds are of getting hit by lightning while skull-schtupping Pam Anderson, or shut the hell up.