Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Road Trips

Well .... Junior (Russ) and me just got back from about 5 thousand km of driving. We got to spend about four days visiting family and friends in south western Ontario and the trip was book ended by two marathons at the wheel.

The first stint was taken out of Winnipeg and across the north side of the Great Lakes. Thanks to road construction on hwy 17 that part of the trip took at least 4 hours longer than planned and also took a toll on our energy levels. Poor Russ got a cold and suffered his way through the week. It also affected his chances to meet cousins and get to know them a bit. Russ missed out on some very good visits with my old friends and especially a surprise 60th birthday bash with some guitar pickin' boys from Nova Scotia and a few Newfs to spice up the story telling.

As for me it was all pretty good once we got there. Dragging my butt around jut a bit but still managed to see most of the people I had hoped to see.

The stretch back was a bit better thanks to US roads being better cared for and even the construction zones being less of an impediment. A few encounters with deer at night with deer in Michigan and WI were had but we managed to avoid collisions and getting too close to them. While Minnesota managed to do a damned poor job of marking one road diversion so even locals were completely caught out by the F&ck Up. Nothing like going to work at 6am and getting trapped in a dead end road closure eh? A little palaver with two young fellows led to an improvised detour route on back roads and eventually put us all back on US hwy 2 into Grand Forks.

 All things considered, I would avoid doing any more of those marathon drives but there are still a couple trips I'd like to take.



Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Gone on a Road Trip ....

Speculate amongst yourselves!

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

If You Think You Are Special

You should ask yourself, "who told you that?"

It is understandable when parents and family show support for their children, brothers and sisters  or friends by holding their hands and cheering them on through the trials of life. It is quite another thing when others assume the right or role of speaking or acting on behalf of individuals through the process of labeling, categorizing or relegating people to groups. It does not matter what the criteria are that busybodies and meddlers use to judge and 'pidgeon hole' people. The fact is that this is inherently an evil and soul killing act of contempt for the individuals they presume to take under their own wings. (more like tentacles).

Everything from the phenomenon of "Participation Awards" to pushing lower academic standards  to "Inclusiveness" events is part of this psychology of the self appointed meddlers. Effectively a relentless propaganda campaign by collectivists to rob people of their individuality and pride of accomplishment. Perhaps not intentional but certainly evil in destructiveness that is the result.

Captain Capitalism on the Efforts of Collectivists to Kill The Individual

And this gets to the truly disgusting, criminal, even outright evil aspect of these "appreciation months" - It destroys and murders the individual by replacing individual accomplishment and achievement with a trait you were born with.

It's important that all people of all groups understand this because there is a genuine evil out there that wishes to destroy the one thing you have in life - yourself.  And if you don't understand this and realize the threat this poses to your life, you will waste your one precious life on this planet.


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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Labour Day ?

While the historical origins of the Labour Holiday in Canada has some significance and validity in the evolution of labour vs business relations ... the reality is that there are damned few who could tell you what those significant facts are.

In 1872 the Toronto Typographical Union's members went to the streets to protest for reduced working hours (58  hour week) and the Toronto Trades Assembly called on 27 other unions to go on strike in support of the typesetters.

The whole thing got messy  because Canada had laws restricting certain labour/union activities and the Toronto Globe Newspaper had an editor George Brown who was a past Premier of Canada West and founding father of Confederation had those laws enforced and about 30 organisers were arrested.

As a result in the following year the Liberal PM John A. MacDonald rammed the Trade Union Act through parliament and the slippery slope of escalating union demands and socialist government responses was entered with the predictable results which we are forced to suffer under to this day.

Our Happy Socialist Paradise!

Accomplishments of the working man indeed!


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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Personal Sharing and Blogs

I've never been a fan of unnecessary or very private information sharing on Web Logs.

It seems to me that the way to do it is to pick a topic or theme and just build on it. If it is a personal chronicle of some sort just stick to logging pertinent stuff. If you are serious that is.

In my own case ... I find that I get pretty bored with limitations of any sort and so I never tried to contain or restrict the topics I post on. As time goes on my interests evolve and change so it follows that the content and topics in this blog change. It's all pretty random and unstructured, but I like it that way.

In the matter of personal life events I've never been too keen on talking about myself because it just shouldn't matter. In my personal life I treat a lot of things as either "category=my business" or "category=something I want you to know". In the blogging world my approach is basically that there are things I see that deserve some commentary and I want people to know about them.

This does not mean that I expect everyone to care or even anyone for that matter.

So it follows that with my low (non existent) expectations on anyone who chooses to read my thoughts or share the materials I link to, I never had any inclination to share much in the way of personal stories.

Until now. For some reason I've gotten the urge to offer some things that have made a profound difference in my own life.

So ...

It has been about two years since I found out that I had cancer. There are two pertinent things about this. First, that I had to have surgery as soon as possible to assess the nature and extent of the cancer and subsequently that I had little hope of a happy outcome.

The surgery I had nearly killed me. Without going into gory detail, the plan was that I would go under four hours to have my abdomen opened and my liver exposed for biopsy and possible hepatectomy at the site of the tumor. As it turned out the cancer could not be safely removed. I did however get the benefit of having my moribund gallbladder removed. The story of that could consume pages and I don't see any point at this time of going down that road.

My post surgery expectations were that I'd be in post surgery ICU recovery about 24 hours and then 10 days or so of observation before going home. The reality was something quite different.

What happened was that I woke up later in the evening apparently feeling pretty good, reading some magazines and watching TV. I had visitors that night and slept until the next morning. In the morning I had the TV on and then I passed out and stopped breathing. Apparently I had about ten minutes to live before my heart started pumping properly and I stabilized. At that point I was wheeled into emergency surgery where they opened me up to check for bleeds or other damage. There was nothing found and  they stitched me up inside and shot another 40 staples into my abdomen.

This is where things got weird.

I went into a coma. There was no waking me out of it and everyone was (so I was told) having a fit about what to do. There were several attempts to wake me up that were aborted because I was reacting almost violently with extremely high blood pressure and heart rate. This scared the staff and they put me back under to prevent me from possibly having a stroke. Personally I've felt this was a CYA action because I remember when I was waking up and hearing the instructions, first to me to open my eyes then to the nurse to shut down the stimulant and shoot me with sedative.

Over the course of seven days this was repeated 3 times and each time it was the same thing. I was told later by a doctor that I had clocked him in the jaw during the second effort to bring me out of the comma. I guess that was why I was in restraints when I eventually did come out. At the end of the week the plan had changed to keeping me under (or simply not bothering to wake me up) and to wait out the coma or let me vegetate.

Lucky for me, my wife had other ideas.

To be continued...



Sunday, August 24, 2014

Bacon Bomb Arson by Ms. Crispi ... Bombed

Bombed with bacon



Thursday, August 21, 2014

The Rest of a Story ... Who Cares?

15 year old Tina Fontaine was murdered and dumped in the Red River.

So now the hand wringing ramps up among the "Caring Class" of professional "caring persons" along with the de rigueur lectures to the rest of us about our failings in the realm of caring.
So who really cares?
Well for starters, what remains of and passes for "family" in the distorted and dysfunctional world of native child care and foster care.

Also, at least 2000 folks who came to a  Vigil  in remembrance of the 15yr old.

And, quite likely many more people who are fed up with the violence and brutality of the street culture in native communities. Especially the systemic, welfare, crime and gangsterism that perpetuates these abhorrent abominations that make their way into the fabric of our society.

Of course, if you are a Mainstream Media hack of the all too typical lib/prog/fem ilk then nobody cares or if they do care they care not enough. Because as we should all know by now ... Nobody Cares Like They Do! (Heather  Malick )

Compassion? Hardly. Just another opportunity for the self important harridan to convince herself of her delusional superiority.