That’s it. Sorry about that; did you think I was going somewhere with that? Going to make a good joke, maybe? Well, I could have but some jokes just make themselves.

It’s been said that, in politics, when they start ignoring you, that’s when you know that you’re really screwed. And that’s exactly what happened to Ontario UberGrit Dalton McWimpy when he plopped his flip-floppin’, wafflin’, rioter-appeasin’ arse at a Timmy’s at the corner of Huron & Adelaide in London yesterday. There he was, and nobody gave a crap:

McGuinty catches few eyes in busy local Tim Hortons

Fri, February 9, 2007
By SUN MEDIA

People always have time for Tim Hortons, but apparently not for their premier.

That was a good thing yesterday for Dalton McGuinty, who found himself sitting through a casual interview at a busy Tim’s outlet in London, seemingly unrecognized by customers seated or lined up for the morning coffee rush.

“It’s like he wasn’t even here,” one man, who had spotted Ontario’s top politician, said after the premier left.

A coffee clutch of three older men at the table near McGuinty quickly picked out who he was but politely held back, smiling and saying little.

McGuinty spent nearly an hour at the Tim’s at Huron and Adelaide streets, during which time not one customer walked over to ogle or chat up the Ontario Liberal leader.

“Was that McGuinty?” one man said, as he jumped into his pickup with his coffee. “What was he doing here?”

Told McGuinty was making the rounds in an election year, and will be chasing votes like his, the man paused, suddenly frowning: “I think I’ll have to do some research into that.”

That’s it. That’s the whole damn article. You know people are getting bored as hell with you when you can’t even fill up a quarter of a page…

Okay, I know I’m supposed to be on vacation right now (that’s why I’ve been so quiet lately) but as I was flipping through the Freeps online today, I found myself saying, “what the hell is this?”

There’s an old gag in the media industry — older than even Ted Byfield, if you can believe that — which says that some headlines just write themselves and… well, apparently this one did, because I can’t see anyone without a severely sadistic sense of grammar doing it:

Spring budget forecast to spark election call forecast after spring budget

Huh? 😕

So… what? We’re forecasting forecasts now? I gotta say it, kiddies: things are getting hilariously buggered if we’re actually at the point where the MSM prognosticators are gawking into their crystal balls and seeing nothing but… well, their crystal balls seeing something else seeing something else seeing something else…

Gimme a friggin’ break…

PS-
Not-so-hot off the presses of the fart-in-a-windstorm department: Garth’s a Grit.

Who gives a rat’s ass?

Sometimes you find things in the darnedest places. Anybody with eyes and ears is aware of the numerous culture clashes that have been biting at our collective backsides across the country — and most others in the free Western world — for years now. From veils on drivers licenses to kirpans in schools to friggin’ Sharia law in Ontario, the traditions and values that form the foundations of our very way of life are being slowly, relentlessly chipped away at, one by one. I’ve known for decades (and flung it from my piehole at just about every opportunity) that it’s only a matter of time before Western societies start to say, “NO MORE. We gave you an inch, you took a mile. Now you will either live by the rules we set or live someplace else. You have no say in this and neither does anyone else. We tried that and it failed; now we do it the hard way.”

Don’t fool yourself, either; it will happen. Despite what those who would turn our civilization inside out say, there are too many of us who simply don’t have it in them to go quietly into the night. Horrors from the fields of Sharpsburg, to the meatgrinder that was the Somme, to the leveling of Dresden and Hiroshima bear witness to just what we’re capable of when some threat to our way of life awakens the dark things that slumber beneath our civilized veneer.

Fortunately, our inner demons are slow to rouse, and rarely fully awaken. But it really only was just a matter of time before heels began to dig in; even here in nice, tolerant Canada. The only question was, where? Ironically, the answer came from what some consider to be pretty much the un-ballsiest region of the country:

HEROUXVILLE, QUE. — A sign at the entrance of this rural Quebec town says: Herouxville welcomes you.

Unless, that is, you plan on stoning a woman to death, sending your kids to school with a kirpan or covering your face other than on Halloween.

The town council of Herouxville, a sleepy town dominated by a towering Roman Catholic church, has adopted a declaration of “norms” that it says would-be immigrants should be aware of before they settle in this town. Among them, it is forbidden to stone women or burn them with acid.

Children cannot carry weapons to school. That includes ceremonial religious daggers such as kirpans, even though the Supreme Court of Canada has ruled that Sikhs can carry kirpans in schools.

However, children can swim in a pool with other children — boys and girls alike — because they can’t be segregated.

And for the record, female police officers in Herouxville, 165 kilometres northwest of Montreal, can arrest male suspects. Also part of the declaration is that women can drive, dance and make decisions on their own.

You’d think that most of those things would go without saying, wouldn’t you? But many people would be surprised to learn just how many people come here from Outer Backwardsistan or wherever-the-hell and think that the only rules that matter are the ones that they bring with them (not to mention how far backwards some are willing to bend over to accommodate that mindset)…

Honour killings in Calgary:
What Mukesh and the Dulays didn’t know was Kulvinder’s brother Daljit, furious over the marriage that went against the family’s wishes, hired a private investigator to track down the couple so he could carry out a so-called honour killing.

Female cops in Montreal second-class:
The article, published in the October issue of the internal newsletter L’Heure Juste, is part of a series of features on different religions and cultures, and aims to assist officers who find themselves in potentially awkward situations, said a police spokeswoman.

“That’s the reality,” said Insp. Joanne Paquin. “If we don’t understand the differences of all those cultures, maybe we won’t respond the right way.”

But the Montreal Police Brotherhood insists the force has gone too far, accusing it of denigrating its female officers by suggesting they can’t do the job alone.

Husbands banned from prenatal classes:
Pendant plusieurs mois, le CLSC de Parc-Extension a refusé systématiquement que les hommes assistent à ses cours prénataux pour accommoder des femmes musulmanes, hindoues ou sikhs.

Si des femmes souhaitaient quand même suivre un cours prénatal avec leur conjoint, elles étaient obligées de se rendre au CLSC Côte-des-Neiges ou au CLSC Métro.

Gender-restricted times at public swimming pools, weapons in schools, blocking out gym windows if there’s women in them, a pic of a veil on your driver’s license (or passport, even), the list gets exhausting if you think about it too much. Each and every one another chip out of the foundation that props up all the freedoms that we have so cavalierly come to take for granted.

And — golly gumbucks, who’da thunk it? — the usual suspects over at the Ministry Of What You Should Think and all the others in the standard list of malcontents are, naturally, hollering their pointy little heads off with all the tired, old, predictable accusations…

But some Muslim leaders have called the code a thinly-veiled example of xenophobia.

“Racism is coming out of the woodwork now, and it’s not being obscure or subtle,” said Salaam Elmenyawi of the Muslim Council of Montreal.

Of course it is. 🙄 Anything that isn’t complete capitulation to somebody else’s way of life that they trundled over here from wherever must be racism.

Well, guess what, smartasses? That bullshit doesn’t seem to be packing as much of a punch as it used to. More and more people — whether they be in Canada, France, the Netherlands or elsewhere — are beginning to demand a real debate on the issue of what has come to be known as “reasonable accommodation” that doesn’t involve hysterics and accusations of bigotry. You’ll note that I said DEMAND, not ASK FOR.

And the more you look, the more you realize that the loopy Left and its cadre of multicultists just isn’t up to that task. After all, hysteria and slurs are all they have to work with…

It just keeps getting dumber and dumberer out there these days, doesn’t it? As if the idea of banning the game of tag wasn’t stucking fupid enough, some pointy head from the University of Asshat — presumably someplace near Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump — is starting to burble away about the idea of legislation requiring kids (and yes, adults too) 🙄 to wear helmets while tobogganing… Naturally, this is all being done in the proper, politically correct, Chicken Little fashion:

Brain injury and safety experts from around the country say that it may be a foolish move for Canadians not to take the issue of playing safely on their sleds more seriously.

“There (are) probably, across this country . . . thousands of kids that are permanently brain-injured as a result of toboggan injuries that you won’t know about because they are hidden in long-term care facilities or they are being taken care of at home,” said Louis Francescutti, an emergency room physician and child injury expert from Edmonton.

Yup, that’s right. Literally THOUSANDS — hell, why not say TENS of thousands? — of presumably vegetative kids all across Canada, all hidden away where no one can see them. It’s all a part of the massive coverup by Big Oil Toboggan!!

Give me a God damned break. Seriously now, just how God damned stoopid do they think we are? I tobogganed for pretty much my entire childhood and nothing more than a busted arm; maybe two. And that’s a bigass maybe. Every time I come across another one of these ejaculations of asshattery, I’m reminded of an email that shows up in my inbox from some friend or another from time to time. It seems to pop up about once every 18 months or so. Here it is…

• First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
• They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
• Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
• We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets; not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking…
• As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags and riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
• We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
• We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
• We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!
• We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
• We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem .
• We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms……….WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
• We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
• Some of the dumber ones ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in them forever.
• We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
• We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!
• Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
• The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!

And YOU Lived! CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!

I cracked my Freeps this morning and whaddaya know? News, both good and annoying. The annoying part is the my city is currently harbouring Michigan’s Matt David Lowell, a Yank deserter who has chosen to tuck tail and scurry north of the border rather than do the duty that he swore to do. The good part is that this little bugger has just gotten the word from the Immigration and Refugee Board on how his application for refugee status went.

Refugee from the United States. From arguably the freest country in the world; a place where you can go from baggage handler to billionaire; where nobody ever starves, anybody can vote (and “anybody can become president; that’s one of the risks you take” 🙂 ) and political dissidents have a habit of not disappearing. In different circumstances, I could probably laugh my balls off at that idea.

But these aren’t different circumstances. This is my country and this gutless prick is trying to pass himself off as a refugee. The Immigration and Refugee Board issued their decision in typical bureaucratic style, taking eight damn pages to say one lousy word:

Fuggeddaboudit.

But the recent immigration board decision likely means Lowell could be shipped back to the U.S. within the next year.

His punishment for desertion, the board’s decision reads, wouldn’t “amount to persecution or . . . cruel and unusual punishment” — factors that can lead to successful refugee claims in Canada.

Gee whiz, the damn bureaucrats got something right for a change. I just have one question left: what the hell’s with that “shipped back to the U.S. within the next year” bullshit? What’s the God damned holdup? I haven’t been able to confirm it, but I’m pretty friggin’ sure that this bastard probably has a warrant for his arrest south of the border.

In other words, he’s a wanted criminal. Canada and the US have an extradition treaty, remember? That means that if somebody commits a crime in Canada and then screws off to the States, they ship his sorry ass right back to us. That treaty works both ways.

Remember what happened the last time some American scumbag tried to hang his hat on this side of the border? Everybody totally flipped their wigs. Some even suggested that he should be stuffed in a trunk and dropped on the American side of the border, and not necessarily on dry land. So why the deafening silence over Lowell’s presence in my home and native land?

Oh yeah, I forgot; Lowell’s not a scumbag. He’s not some gutless waste of skin who VOLUNTEERED for military service in time of war only to — when the time came to actually DO his duty — tuck tail and run, leaving the other men in his unit to pick up the slack. No, no, boys and girls. The high an’ mighty Matty Davey Lowell is that Holiest Of The Holies of the anti-military nutjob cult: a Conscientious Objector.

What utter bullshit. This asshole wasn’t drafted, he volunteered, just like every other soldier in the American Armed Forces. It’s not like he didn’t know what he was getting into; he signed up after the 9/11 attacks on New York and Washington. There is no way in hell that he couldn’t have known that he was going to get sent into combat. Say what you want to about the US military’s admittance standards when it comes to intelligence, but they aren’t THAT damned low. Now, he pukes up the most relentlessly recycled of the trendy antiwar pap right on cue to anyone that will listen: “I wanted to go to Afghanistan, not Iraq!”

More bullshit. This shithead wants us to think that it’s been soldiers’ God-given right down through the ages to pick and choose what orders they follow and what ones they don’t. Any idiot knows without even joining the army that, especially in wartime, soldiers exist for three reasons and ONLY three reasons: killing, dying, and doing as we’re told. Pretty it up and dump whatever euphemisms you want on it but those three are what it all boils down to, because that’s how you win a war. Period.

So spare me the song and dance about how this chickenshit’s supposed morals. He’s a coward, plain and simple.  People with principles don’t run for the hills, they take a stand.
Finally, while we’re blowing wind out our asses about conscientious objectors, bear this in mind: Fred Topham was a conscientious objector. Because of his faith, he refused to carry a weapon but he sure as hell didn’t run away, either. For those of you not familiar with “Toppy’s” story:

On 24th March 1945, Corporal Topham, a medical orderly, parachuted with his Battalion on to a strongly defended area east of the Rhine. At about 11:00 hours, whilst treating casualties sustained in the drop, a cry for help came from a wounded man in the open. Two medical orderlies from a field ambulance went out to this man in succession but both were killed as they knelt beside the casualty. Without hesitation and on his own initiative, Corporal Toham went forward through intense fire to replace the orderlies who had been killed before his eyes. As he worked on the wounded man, he was himself shot in the face. In spite of severe bleeding and intense pain, he never faltered in his task.

Having completed immediate first aid, he carried the wounded man steadily and slowly back through continuous fire to the shelter of a wood. During the next two hours Corporal Topham refused all offers of medical help for his own wounds. He worked most devotedly throughout this period to bring in wounded, showing complete disregard for the heavy and accurate enemy fire.

On his way back to his company he came across a carrier which had received a direct hit. Enemy mortar bombs were still dropping around, and the carrier itself was burning fiercely and its own mortar ammunition was exploding. An experienced officer on the spot had warned all not to approach the carrier. Corporal Topham, however, immediately went out alone in spite of the blasting ammunition and enemy fire, and rescued the three occupants of the carrier. He brought these men back across the open and although one died almost immediately afterwards, he arranged for the evacuation of the other two, who undoubtedly owe their lives to him.

This N.C.O. showed sustained gallantry of the highest order. For six hours, most of the time in great pain, he performed a series of acts of outstanding bravery and his magnificent and selfless courage inspired all those who witnessed it.

London Gazette, 3 August 1945

For his valour and courage under fire, Frederick George Topham was awarded the Victoria Cross, the highest award on the British Commonwealth for the recognition of valour in the face of the enemy. The next time you want to call some chickenshit like Matt Lowell a “conscientious objector,” take a second to consider what yardstick you should be using to define that.

As for Lowell, the bottom of the Freeps article has this little tidbit:

IF YOU GO

What: Public meeting for those interested in resisting the Iraq war and offering support to military resisters.

When: Thursday, 7 p.m.

Where: Tolpuddle housing co-operative, common room, 380 Adelaide St., at King Street, in London.

Who: Speakers, including a local war resister.

“Local war resister.” Gee, I wonder who that could possible be? So it looks like little Matty’s going to try to cash in his Andy Warhol minutes. Feel free to turn our and make your opinions known as well.

Hey, Matty…
You say that you’re “so sick of running” and “don’t want to have to look over [your] shoulder every day, wondering if this is the day somebody comes to [you] and says, ‘What you did was wrong’…?”  The solution is simple: get your worthless little chickenshit ass the hell back to Fort Lewis, stand in front of that Court Martial and face the consequences of your choice.

You say you’re no coward; I say prove it.

As if there weren’t enough wrong with our injustice justice system already, we get a little insult to go with the injury popping up in, of all places, Alberta. It seems that multiple-murdering scumbag Daljit Singh Dulay is of the opinion that having to serve even the wussy-assed 25-year excuse for a life sentence that is all you can get in this country is just too much to ask of him.

That’s right; Daljit the twit thinks he should be able to file for parole after serving a piddling 15 years for gunning down three people — Mukesh Sharma, Gary Dulay and Kulvinder Dulay — with an assault rifle in Calgary in ’91. For those of you that might need a refresher on this bastard, he’s the one that hunted down his sister for a little old-fashioned honour killing after she eloped with someone her family didn’t approve of:

Mukesh, owner of a video store in a Marlborough strip mall, had hired close friends Gary Dulay, 28, and his wife Kulvinder 20, to do some renovations. The couple had fled to Calgary from Vancouver to elope.

What Mukesh and the Dulays didn’t know was Kulvinder’s brother Daljit, furious over the marriage that went against the family’s wishes, hired a private investigator to track down the couple so he could carry out a so-called honour killing.

After hiding out in Calgary for a month, Daljit found his sister and her husband in their car, leaving Mukesh’s shop.

He walked up to the car and fired almost 30 bullets into the young couple.

Mukesh, who had been in his own car with his pregnant wife Parveen, and young children, noticed a pregnant woman running towards his store for safety.

Mukesh ran to the woman and placed himself between her and Daljit –taking a fatal shot — while saving her life.

Daljit was convicted of two counts of first-degree murder and one count of second-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison with not so much as an apology to the families.

And this asshole wants a Get Out Of Jail Free card. And what do you think is going to happen if he does manage to say all the right warm, fuzzy, social worker pablum and get himself sprung under that “faint hope” clause? Well, there’s the final insult right there:

When convicted triple murderer Daljit Singh Dulay is granted parole, he will likely be deported to India without having to finish his sentence, say officials.

Isn’t that just ducky? And do you know what the WORST part about this is? If he gets off scotfree, I won’t be surprised at all. It’ll be just another in a long line of stupid judge tricks that we’ve been seeing in this country for years.