[I know that I’m a bit behind the herd on this one but hey, I’ve had a busy couple of days. That being said…]

Good Lord, but it must totally suck to be Allen Varlaki today. I guess you’re wondering who the hell that is, eh? Well, boys and girls, Allen Varlaki is quite possibly one of the dumbest things you’re going to find on two legs. You see, little Al is a blogger — or at least, he was — of the decidedly Leftist persuasion. And like a lot of other little Lefties, he just loved to shoot his mouth off and act all big and bad… when he was sure he was safe. Kind of like that kid back in grade school that would taunt you from a distance, calling you and your mother every name in the book, but then run like hell the second you took a step in his direction and, if you ever managed to grab ahold of him, would start screaming like a girl before you even had the chance to cuff him one.

And, just like that grade school twerp, li’l Allen bit off WAY more then he could chew. You see, it’s all fine and dandy to criticize our PM; that’s part of what living in a free society is all about. While I wouldn’t approve of it, you can even call him a son of a bitch if you like; it’s all perfectly legal. No secret police are going to show up at your door in the dark of night and make you and your family disappear. Being able to do these things is part of the benefits of being Canadian. But Al didn’t confine himself to that, nosiree. This acrimonious asshole had to go and threaten to assassinate Her Majesty’s Prime Minister of Canada, the Right Honourable Stephen Harper:

Thomas Walkom’s piece on Stephane Dion and the bigger picture of federal politics got me thinking again about something I’ve had on the back-burner for a while. I’ve always maintained that there will come a point at which Stephen Harper will have to take a bullet. I mean, we’ll arrive at a time when the only way we can protect this country, its ideal and its history from a violent rape at the hands of the neo-con pigs is to take this man out.

Might I suggest that the fact that Harper is polling almost two-to-one over Dion as the preferred leader for Canada is a harbinger of this time’s arrival. It’s coming Steve, better invest in some Kevlar.

As you can likely guess, the ensuing Turd Typhoonâ„¢ eventually sent little Al running for cover. His little blog seems to have gone poof on him, along with his blogger.com profile. Not to worry, though; a screenshot of his offending post is here and a Google cache shot of his profile is here. Ain’t the internet great? 😀

So anyways, BIG surprise coming up here, a whole buttload of people popped their collective corks to announce that there was no way in hell that they were going to put up with this shit (including, but not limited to: Second Thoughts, Middle Earth, Daimnation!, Small Dead Animals, Halls of Macadamia, Angry in the Great White North, Relapsed Catholic and Crux of the Matter).

Yup, it looked for a while there like everybody and their dog wanted to take a bite out of little Al’s ass (not that I blame them). Now I know that all those links can make for a buttload of perusing so, before I go shooting my own mouth off too much on this subject, here’s something of a timeline (EDT based on timestamps) of posts that I’ve been able to grab here and there across the web; beginning with Valarki’s original post (along with my own running commentary, of course). Ya might wanna grab yerself a coffee first, though; because this is bloody cumbersome…

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Can somebody — hell, anybody; I don’t care who — please explain to me this Canuckleheaded obsession that we seem to have with embracing double standards? Seriously, folks; we’re starting to make ourselves look like we’ve got our heads so far up our butts, we chew our food twice. I know I’ve already given my snarky little 2¢ worth on this and I really, honestly did think that this would just fade into the woodwork like the social slight of hand that it is.

But, nooooooooooooo, that would make too much sense, wouldn’t it? This thing just won’t seem to stay dead. Like Marley’s ghost, it shambles around, gibbering like a TO homeless industry advocate in a private chinwag with mayor culpa David Miller. Granted, I would expect such shrill belly-button gawking from Quebec media, but the rest of the country can’t seem to quit picking at it, either. Even the union bobbleheads have hopped up on their hind legs to bark away about it.

In case you’re one of the three people that haven’t figured out what I’m bellyaching about yet, I’m talking about the case of Carol Rioux. That’s right: the French guy in Alberta that lost his job because of crappy English on his part. That guy. What I don’t get is, why is this news?? I mean, think about it now. Think about it. With headlines like “Second look at French flap,” “Francophones up in arms,” and “Quebecer fired for bad English,” you’d think there was actually something to this. I’ve got a better headline for you. How about…

Not Bilingual, Canadian Loses Job

We could have a really cool follow-up story, too:

Man Takes Dump, Wipes Ass

What do these have in common? It’s simple: both happen every day in this country, every where. That’s why neither one is news.

Gee, could it maybe have something to do with the fact that, this time, it’s happening to a French guy?? 😯 Well, we can’t have that now, can we? After all, official bilingualism is only supposed to screw the Anglos over; right?

Licia Corbella nailed it in today’s Edmonton Sun, hypocrisy and all. Could you imagine the reverse (an Anglo losing work because his French sucks) making news in Quebec? Mais non, bien sur!

As far as I’m concerned, until I can get a job in la belle province with only the French I’ve got; Rioux, the unions, the handwringers, and all the other moonbats in general can clamp their flappin’ yaps ’round my purple-headed yogurt flinger, make like a shop vac, and chug-a-lug a few pints of Shut The F*ck Up®.

I’m an Anglo Assholeâ„¢ and I approve this message.

Well now, this just has to be some kind of new vista of asshattery if I’ve ever seen one. It seems that every Lefty’s favourite international sanctimonious busybody and toothless tiger has decided to pipe up and finally take mean, nasty Canada — yup, you read that right — to task for being the vile, evil bunch of racist honky bastards that we are. That’s right: the UN has loudly and proudly declared that Canada should be wearing sackcloth and ashes for using the term “visible minorities.” Yes indeed, boys & girls, no fly turd is safe in the pepper with these shitheads around…

Like all countries that are party to the International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination, Canada must periodically appear before the committee to make the case that it is a non-racist society. I think it’s fair to say that Canada is among the most tolerant nations on earth. But UN committees being what they are, the committee members always find something to lecture us about.

This year, the committee really had to scrape the bottom of the anti-racism barrel: As reported on the front page of Thursday’s National Post, the committee concluded that our government shouldn’t be using the term “visible minorities.” Despite the fact that this term appears in our legislation for no other reason than to mandate and track affirmative action programs that help “visible minorities” (please excuse my racism), the term, we are told, is “not … in accordance with the aims and objectives of the Convention.”

So, anybody out there still need some more proof that the UN has hung around long after it’s “best before” date?

Let’s get one thing straight right now: this has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with combating racism, making the world a better place or anything else even remotely worthwhile. It’s nothing more than Exhibit #14,867,942 in the case against political-correctness-run-amok. It has nothing whatsoever to do with improving anyone‘s lot in life or with any question of what may, or may not, offend the majority of the people that this gaggle of Darwin-Award-winners-in-waiting so stridently claim to be protecting. What it does have to do with is the self-satisfaction of a bunch walking widgets who are so morally vacuous and utterly useless in this life that they are incapable of coming up with anything better to do with their time than clamouring to be offended on other people’s behalf whilst sucking at the tax teat of those of us that actually get things done.

In an effort to give the appearance that they somehow have a purpose — because, if it were revealed that they really don’t, someone might pry them off the funding/grant teat expect them to start doing something productive — they relentlessly pursue a useless word-game where the rules change approximately every 3.1457 seconds. The time has come to toss these walking sacks of maggot food onto the trash heap of the History of Stupid Ideas where they belong. Scrapping the UN while we’re at it wouldn’t be a bad ide, either.

Oh, yeah; before I go…

VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES! VISIBLE MINORITIES!

Dickheads…

Why do I have the creepy feeling that the only ones who are going to be surprised at this are the wishy-washy, hug-a-thug, “but they’re just children,” social worker clone, overindulgent doorknobs that thought idiotic legislation like the YCJA was a good idea to begin with?  I remember, back in the ’80s, when scary social conservatives were saying that the YOA would be the thin end of the wedge for juvenile delinquents to run amok.

“If juveniles aren’t forced to face consequences that reflect the seriousness of their actions,” they said, “they’ll just become more and more brazen in defying the law.”  The go-easy-on-the-poor-dears social worker set responded, predictably, as if anyone against lenience towards little criminal bastards was suggesting that the little buggers be flogged in the public square with barbed wire.  But the truth is that without real consequences, juveniles, just like any other criminals, have been having less and less respect for the laws of the land; even flaunting their defiance of it.  The chickens, as it were, have come home to roost:

Sarnia police are looking for help after 150 teens tore apart a home and stole things after a party that got out of control.

And they’re not getting any help from the teens who went wild and then posted pictures of their destruction — pegged in the $10,000 range — on the internet.

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By the time police showed up at 10 p.m. after concerned calls from the host and neighbours, between 100 and 150 young people, aged 13 to 17, had punched holes in the walls of the home and ripped down drywall ceilings.

Can’t say that I didn’t see this coming.  And I’m starting to get tired of being right…

Now this right here is a perfect example of why I loathe the so-called “gay rights activists” crowd. It seems that New Brunswick is perhaps on the way to becoming one of the first provinces in the country to take a stand against the politically correct thought police, in favour of freedom of religion. And — gee whiz, who’d’a thunk it? — the SSM Left-wingnuts are totally pissed:

Conservative MLA David Alward said his proposed amendment to the Marriage Act would grant rights to commissioners who are opposed to same-sex “marriage” on religious grounds.

Homosexual activist groups have responded to the proposal with outrage, saying the legislation would grant rights to individuals who “discriminate” and would be an affront to the “equal marriage” movement.

Oh yeah, BIG surprise there. 🙄 They’ve got themselves all affronted, abacked, and probably asidewaysed as well. As usual, the rewriters of human nature assume that, whatever it is, it must be all about them. Surely, it couldn’t possibly have anything to do with people like Scott Brickie, Chris Kempling, Orville Nichols, or any of the other God-knows-how-many people who have been hauled in front of so-called “rights” tribunals and pilloried for nothing more than exercising their own rights.

And by “rights,” I mean real ones — like freedom of religion and speech — that are actually in documents like the CCRF or the USBOR; as opposed to “gay marriage,” which a handful of unelected judges just made up out of thin air.

These assholes try to make it sound like they’re somehow standing up for freedom when in fact, they’re destroying it. Perhaps the most fundamental freedom is the one to say “no, I choose to not participate in this,” and that is exactly what these bastards are trying to eliminate. They say they want “tolerance.” Bullshit. What they want is the whole world up on their little bandwagon with them and if you don’t want to go along with it, that’s tough shit because you’ll be dragged along if that’s what it takes.

Whatever rights you think you have don’t mean shit to them.  They don’t want to be “tolerated,” or just left alone to mind their own business.  They want to tell you what you can and cannot believe and they will bring all the coercive power of the state down on you towards that end.

How long will Canadians allow this cacophonous-but-miniscule minority to run roughshod over traditions and rights that have sustained our society for generations?  And when the oppressed faithful are finally pushed too far, what will the backlash be?

Only time will tell.  But I just can’t shake the feeling that it won’t be pretty…

Some crap really does just boggle the hell out of the mind, doesn’t it? Take, for example, the recent colossal kerfuffle over yet another twit who thinks he’s found the tomb of Christ. 🙄

Here we have some dork — and James Cameron too, it turns out — burbling on like he’s some kind of authority when, in fact, he’s nothing more than just another media hack:

A Canadian filmmaker and author claims to have new scientific evidence that could have profound implications for Christianity.

Simcha Jacobovici, from Toronto, is expected to reveal at a news conference in New York on Monday that a tomb he explored under a Jerusalem apartment building once contained the bones of Jesus of Nazareth and his family.

Further, he suggested that the tomb, stored in a warehouse belonging to the Israel Antiquity Authority outside Jerusalem, may contain microscopic remains of the Christian saviour’s DNA.

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The boxes were inscribed with the names: Jesus son of Joseph, Judah son of Jesus, Maria, Mariamne, Joseph and Matthew.

A quick peek around the net reveals that our little Mr. Jackoffski (pictured at right) is an Israeli-born Canadian, and received a B.A. with Honours in Philosophy and Political Science from McGill University. That’s right, two degrees: one in bullshitology political science and the other in bafflegab philosophy.

Philosophy, of course, is a Greek word that means “why do something about it when you can drone on endlessly about it with needlessly big words” that was best described by Ambrose Bierce as “a route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.” Let’s face it, kids; the only thing you can really do with a degree in philosophy is teach philosophy. And I think everybody here already knows what I think about a degree in polisci…

But enough about what he’s got. Let’s see what he hasn’t got. I wonder if he has any degrees in…

Archaeology? Nope.
Anthropology? Nope.
Theology? Nope.
Okay, how about codicology or philology? Nope.
Damn. The guy’s gotta at least have one in history, right?? Nope.

The article could just as easily — and just as accurately — be headlined: “Dude With Camcorder Says Outrageous Shit.” But you just know that the MSM and all the usual loopy Lefty suspects are going to be all over this like maggots on Saddam Hussein. Okay, tell ya what we’re gonna do…

Just for the moment, we’re going to forget that I’m Christian and therefore already know that Christ’s tomb is empty and this dolt is just yapping out of his arse. Let’s just examine his excuse for methodology for a few seconds, shall we?

University of Toronto mathematician Dr. Andrey Feuerverger calculated the odds at one in 600; while Dr. James Tabor, chair of the department of religion at the University of North Carolina, placed the odds at one in 42 million.

“If you took the entire population of Jerusalem at the time and put it in a stadium, and asked everyone named Jesus to stand up, you’d have about 2,700 men,” Tabor said. “Then you’d ask only those with a father named Joseph and a mother named Mary to remain standing. And then those with a brother named Yose and a brother named James. Statistically, you end up with one person.”

So here we are, over two thousand years later, and some twit finds a tomb with the name tags of “Jesus son of Joseph, Judah son of Jesus, Maria, Mariamne, Joseph and Matthew.” All of these were common names at the time. It’s like finding the tomb of “Jim son of John, Rob son of Jim, Linda, Jenny, John and Mike.” It means virtually nothing. The most important thing though, is that this whole theory hinges on one grasping compulsion: if this is, in fact, a tomb containing the remains of Jesus, Mary and Joseph themselves, then the mitochondrial DNA from the “Jesus” remains absolutely must be consistent with mtDNA from the “Mary” remains. There is no way around this whatsoever; NONE.

So, without further ado, allow me to throw in the monkey wrench (from the same article, no less)…

According to Jewish custom, the bones have long since been reburied in unmarked graves in Israel. But tests conducted at Lakehead University in Thunder Bay, Ont., on DNA obtained from the Jesus and Mary tomb and show that the two individuals were not maternally related.

Not… Maternally… Related… How’s that for lowering the boom? Ah, but what’s a little snag like that when your head’s so far up your ass you chew your food twice? You don’t really think that you let inconvenient little things like a few piddling facts get in your way when you’re a card-carrying kook, now, do you? Hell no; you just decide to pull a Homer Simpson and pull your arms out of the tar with your face. Undaunted by having his little attention-whore balloon popped, he promptly shifted gears and fell back on the same old, tired, predictable, discredited, Gnostic bullshit…

“Perhaps Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married as the DNA results from the Talpiot ossuaries suggest and perhaps their union was kept secret to protect a potential dynasty – a secret hidden through the ages,” narrator Ron White says in the documentary.

“A secret we just may be able to uncover in the holy family tomb.”

Gimme a friggin’ break. Okay… Let’s assume for a minute that “Mary” isn’t genetically related to anybody else in the tomb; marriage would be a reasonable hypothesis to explain her presence. But married to whom? There are four sets of male remains in that tomb, folks, and nary a marriage certificate to be found. It’s an assumption perched on a presupposition built on a conceit. All in all, a pretty rickety affair.

On the bright side though, for a change, the gobsmacking of this idiocy isn’t confined to just folks like me. For example…

“It was an ordinary middle-class Jerusalem burial cave,” Kloner said. “The names on the caskets are the most common names found among Jews at the time.”

Archaeologists also balk at the filmmaker’s claim that the James Ossuary – the center of a famous antiquities fraud in Israel – might have originated from the same cave. In 2005, Israel charged five suspects with forgery in connection with the infamous bone box.

“I don’t think the James Ossuary came from the same cave,” said Dan Bahat, an archaeologist at Bar-Ilan University. “If it were found there, the man who made the forgery would have taken something better. He would have taken Jesus.”

Nice to see scientists being scientists for a change.