Hello,
You probably don't know me, but I've known you practically my whole life.
You see, I grew up in Windsor. Windsor loves you. I've heard the names Masse and Comartin tossed around since I was a kid and the NDP were always the party of choice. My first votes were NDP votes.
You know Jackie - can I call you Jackie? Listen, Jackie-Boy.
I trusted you. Out of the whole pack, I thought you had the most to offer.
What happened, Jackie-Boy?
You know, when talk of this coalition thing started, I thought to myself; "Wouldn't it be GREAT if Jack Layton would lead this group of misfits? Backed by the Bloc and advised by the Grits? Amazing!"
I thought it would have been.
When I was a kid, my friends and I would see the NDP campaign signs and wonder what those three letters stood for.
My favourite was No Damn Principles. I thought it was funny and it stuck with me. Little did I know it would come true.
"I didn't hear any of this high and mighty language and moral indignation from the Prime Minister when he signed a document along with myself and Mr. Duceppe a few years ago and sent it to the Governor General."
You know who said that, Jackie-Boy? YOU.
You stood there - high and mighty in your own fashion - and admitted to the nation that you have no problem allying and pandering with either side for a slice of the pie.
No Damn Principles.
I stood up for you. I casted votes for you. I believed in you. What do YOU believe in? What do YOU stand up for? And why should I ever trust you again?
You let me down Jackie-Boy.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Epic fail...
Everyone's asking me how I feel about this coalition between the Liberals, NDP and Bloc to dethrone Harper.
I tried to care and find this interesting. I tried see the excitement in something that hasn't happened since WWI.
But my good friend Scotty made me realize that I just wouldn't be true to myself if I didn't hate everyone.
So I've decided to cast a vote for hate.
Canada has lost it's "good government" and what's worse is every single MP on the hill doesn't give a fuck. But I give a fuck. And the 30 million Canadians who are affected by federal inaction during a financial crisis should definitely give a fuck.
At first I was happy. I would rather put up with the occasional Liberal scandal and be $10 million in surplus than be treated like a child and end up $14 billion in debt.
This is also the first time Harper has expressed an emotion that can't somehow be described as "smug." So of course I enjoyed that. Honestly, he's acting like a spoiled kid who's favourite toy has been taken away. This gives me a better idea of how he views the average voter.
I'm not taking sides anymore though. I'm going all out bi-partisan. I'm treating this situation like prison. Punch out the toughest guy you find in the first day. Then make the second toughest your bitch.
Dion. My little princess. You're not fooling anyone. And there are no second chances.
Did you see your numbers in the election? You lead the worst election in Liberal history and after crying the entire weekend your first act was to announce your resignation.
So, no. You should not get to be Prime Minister and neither should your successor whoever it might be. As far as I'm concerned he'll only be White-Out over a mistake in the history books until he proves himself otherwise.
Layton: Work harder you pansy fuck.
Duceppe: Get fucked.
May: Stay the fuck out of this.
Canadians: ...let me tell you something.
We're one of the most amazing countries in the world. Take a look around at what we have. And then take a look at the complete fuckery our Parliament has turned into.
No other country in the world would put up with this sort of nonsense. Except maybe the States. So why are we?
They should all be out. Harper was right on one thing, the government does not work. It IS not working. It has failed.
I'm voting Neo-Rhino next time around. At least they take a vote seriously.
I tried to care and find this interesting. I tried see the excitement in something that hasn't happened since WWI.
But my good friend Scotty made me realize that I just wouldn't be true to myself if I didn't hate everyone.
So I've decided to cast a vote for hate.
Canada has lost it's "good government" and what's worse is every single MP on the hill doesn't give a fuck. But I give a fuck. And the 30 million Canadians who are affected by federal inaction during a financial crisis should definitely give a fuck.
At first I was happy. I would rather put up with the occasional Liberal scandal and be $10 million in surplus than be treated like a child and end up $14 billion in debt.
This is also the first time Harper has expressed an emotion that can't somehow be described as "smug." So of course I enjoyed that. Honestly, he's acting like a spoiled kid who's favourite toy has been taken away. This gives me a better idea of how he views the average voter.
I'm not taking sides anymore though. I'm going all out bi-partisan. I'm treating this situation like prison. Punch out the toughest guy you find in the first day. Then make the second toughest your bitch.
Dion. My little princess. You're not fooling anyone. And there are no second chances.
Did you see your numbers in the election? You lead the worst election in Liberal history and after crying the entire weekend your first act was to announce your resignation.
So, no. You should not get to be Prime Minister and neither should your successor whoever it might be. As far as I'm concerned he'll only be White-Out over a mistake in the history books until he proves himself otherwise.
Layton: Work harder you pansy fuck.
Duceppe: Get fucked.
May: Stay the fuck out of this.
Canadians: ...let me tell you something.
We're one of the most amazing countries in the world. Take a look around at what we have. And then take a look at the complete fuckery our Parliament has turned into.
No other country in the world would put up with this sort of nonsense. Except maybe the States. So why are we?
They should all be out. Harper was right on one thing, the government does not work. It IS not working. It has failed.
I'm voting Neo-Rhino next time around. At least they take a vote seriously.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
GObama...
The first polls in the states close in minutes and I just thought I'd bring people back to when this election first started...
... in 1993.
... in 1993.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Americana...
It's easy to sit here and criticize our neighbours to the south. To watch Fox news and think; 'Sweet Jesus, what are they thinking?'
But every now and then I get taken in and see America for what it was supposed to be and not what it has turned into. And I feel proud for them because they really can be a great nation.
Nothing shows me this more than the 2008 presidential election. Watching Obama speak feels like watching history unfold and if there's one thing he's great at, it's making ordinary people feel involved in this new history with him.
He's not perfect - no president ever was or will be - but he's the right choice. He's gotten people motivated and given them hope for a new country. For once an election doesn't seem like a popularity contest. There's a vitality and energy in America that hasn't been seen in almost half a century and its this vitality that history is made out of.
In 2 days, American voters will confirm what I already know; Obama is already the next American president.
I hope he keeps this vitality and energy through two terms in office. I hope America gets drunk from it and demands more from future candidates than what we've seen in the past.
I hope Obama becomes the face on posters tacked to the walls of students decades from now and that he delivers one great speech which, one day, will be catalogued beside other great American speeches like Kennedy's 1961 inaugural address and Martin Luther King Jr.'s 'I have a dream' speech.
I hope he stays true and doesn't fall victim to corrupting influences which have become so prevalent in Washington.
I hope he listens to the people when they disagree with him and makes sound decisions, though they will certainly be difficult.
But most of all, I hope I'm not disappointed.
But every now and then I get taken in and see America for what it was supposed to be and not what it has turned into. And I feel proud for them because they really can be a great nation.
Nothing shows me this more than the 2008 presidential election. Watching Obama speak feels like watching history unfold and if there's one thing he's great at, it's making ordinary people feel involved in this new history with him.
He's not perfect - no president ever was or will be - but he's the right choice. He's gotten people motivated and given them hope for a new country. For once an election doesn't seem like a popularity contest. There's a vitality and energy in America that hasn't been seen in almost half a century and its this vitality that history is made out of.
In 2 days, American voters will confirm what I already know; Obama is already the next American president.
I hope he keeps this vitality and energy through two terms in office. I hope America gets drunk from it and demands more from future candidates than what we've seen in the past.
I hope Obama becomes the face on posters tacked to the walls of students decades from now and that he delivers one great speech which, one day, will be catalogued beside other great American speeches like Kennedy's 1961 inaugural address and Martin Luther King Jr.'s 'I have a dream' speech.
I hope he stays true and doesn't fall victim to corrupting influences which have become so prevalent in Washington.
I hope he listens to the people when they disagree with him and makes sound decisions, though they will certainly be difficult.
But most of all, I hope I'm not disappointed.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The big dark...
Not even Hallowe'en and there's a winter storm warning for all of us here in Ottawa.
There's a certain part of winter I don't mind. That time around Christmas when snow is almost quaint and you've almost missed having it. But the snow we have right now isn't big and bright and fluffy and floating down in giant clumps. That child-beating bastard, Bing Crosby isn't singing his joyous duet with David Bowie just yet.
Looking outside, this snow is like shards of glass.
On my side of the street it's blowing west. On the other side it's headed east, as if this snow is important enough to warrant its own traffic system.
This is February snow and I hate it. Goes with the solid summer of rain and last year's record snowfall.
What is that thing called? It's like hibernation for humans. Oh yeah. Coma.
Sign me up.
There's a certain part of winter I don't mind. That time around Christmas when snow is almost quaint and you've almost missed having it. But the snow we have right now isn't big and bright and fluffy and floating down in giant clumps. That child-beating bastard, Bing Crosby isn't singing his joyous duet with David Bowie just yet.
Looking outside, this snow is like shards of glass.
On my side of the street it's blowing west. On the other side it's headed east, as if this snow is important enough to warrant its own traffic system.
This is February snow and I hate it. Goes with the solid summer of rain and last year's record snowfall.
What is that thing called? It's like hibernation for humans. Oh yeah. Coma.
Sign me up.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
It strikes me as amazing how often I consider turning into a criminal.
Not a 'bad' criminal, per se, but I guess that depends on your point of view.
A teacher once told us about a story he was researching about B.C. grow-ops. Turns out, a group like, say, the Hell's Angels would give a homeowner $50,000 to use their house to grow pot. An electrician would come in to hook it all up, they'd haul in the dirt and all the homeowner would have to do is water the plants. If something weird started to happen, there was even a 1-800 number they could call and a chemist would be sent over to test the soil and make sure everything was running smoothly. After the 'season' was over the plants were harvested and everything was shipped back out of the house.
Criminal? According to the courts; just barely.
See, judges in B.C. got so fed up with wasting taxpayer money on trials that they reduced the penalty to a $5,000 fine if you were caught. There would just be more grow-ops anyway, so the judicial system wasn't even a bandaid compared to the problem.
Every time I think of ways to cut back my spending, or if something like my phone or car needs a repair, or when I watch my crushing student debt loom over me I think about the B.C. grow-op story.
With $50,000 I could be debt free in a day and still have some left over to live comfortably for a year or take a vacation. At this point, another $5,000 penalty seems like a joke compared to the rest of my debt.
I should be thankful I don't own a house out west, otherwise, I might be making a phone call. Instead, I find ways to become what I call an urban or modern bohemian. I've even considered growing a beard because it might save me from the ridiculous cost of razors.
And rich people wonder why things like piracy are such big issues. Consumerism itself creates criminals.
Not a 'bad' criminal, per se, but I guess that depends on your point of view.
A teacher once told us about a story he was researching about B.C. grow-ops. Turns out, a group like, say, the Hell's Angels would give a homeowner $50,000 to use their house to grow pot. An electrician would come in to hook it all up, they'd haul in the dirt and all the homeowner would have to do is water the plants. If something weird started to happen, there was even a 1-800 number they could call and a chemist would be sent over to test the soil and make sure everything was running smoothly. After the 'season' was over the plants were harvested and everything was shipped back out of the house.
Criminal? According to the courts; just barely.
See, judges in B.C. got so fed up with wasting taxpayer money on trials that they reduced the penalty to a $5,000 fine if you were caught. There would just be more grow-ops anyway, so the judicial system wasn't even a bandaid compared to the problem.
Every time I think of ways to cut back my spending, or if something like my phone or car needs a repair, or when I watch my crushing student debt loom over me I think about the B.C. grow-op story.
With $50,000 I could be debt free in a day and still have some left over to live comfortably for a year or take a vacation. At this point, another $5,000 penalty seems like a joke compared to the rest of my debt.
I should be thankful I don't own a house out west, otherwise, I might be making a phone call. Instead, I find ways to become what I call an urban or modern bohemian. I've even considered growing a beard because it might save me from the ridiculous cost of razors.
And rich people wonder why things like piracy are such big issues. Consumerism itself creates criminals.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sprawl-mart...
Sometimes unions get out of control, but most times it's the company that does.
You mean to tell me that a union in a garage bumped up costs to customers by over 30 per cent? How underpaid are these poor guys? And ontop of that, Wal-Mart, arguably the largest seller of everything ever can't spare the profits? I don't buy this horseshit for one second and you shouldn't either.
The article should begin; "In an attempt to keep it's strangle-hold on the souls of underpaid employees, Wal-mart destroyed their first unionized workforce with lava and herpes pouring from the mouth of a seven-headed beast with seven crowns and terrible halitosis."
It would be more run-on, but it's still early.
Labour Minister David Whissell is apparently on the case. Send him a message and put some pressure on him to do a good job and get these guys their jobs back.
His addresses are at the bottom.
You mean to tell me that a union in a garage bumped up costs to customers by over 30 per cent? How underpaid are these poor guys? And ontop of that, Wal-Mart, arguably the largest seller of everything ever can't spare the profits? I don't buy this horseshit for one second and you shouldn't either.
The article should begin; "In an attempt to keep it's strangle-hold on the souls of underpaid employees, Wal-mart destroyed their first unionized workforce with lava and herpes pouring from the mouth of a seven-headed beast with seven crowns and terrible halitosis."
It would be more run-on, but it's still early.
Labour Minister David Whissell is apparently on the case. Send him a message and put some pressure on him to do a good job and get these guys their jobs back.
His addresses are at the bottom.
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