Freddie P's Blog

August 27, 2008 @ 12:06

Hey Fred.

I've been reading about this guy in the beer commercial and his child porn conviction. Ha!

As you may or may not know, I lived in Texas for two and a half years. A great place with wonderful people. But Texas doesn't fool around with child porn perverts.

Follow this link and discover what real justice is all about.

Category: Stuff

August 27, 2008 @ 12:05

Category: Fun Stuff

August 26, 2008 @ 10:58

This is one of those posting that has several subjects in it. OK ya buggers.

First of all, how about the arrest of two Toronto guys on the Niagara River on the weekend? Talk about an over-reaction!
It's hard to believe that they would have to spend even a minute in jail. How did common sense go out the window when it was quickly sized up that they were a couple of hosers on a Sea-doo screwing around?
I realize there's a constant threat to the American border by undesirables, but holy cow, this was a bit different.
You'd think during the time this guy was in hospital they could have realized what the situation was and let it go at that.

It will probably seem like an eternity to Robert Smith, the former Alexander Keith's beer pitcher, but twenty months in jail for child porn possession doesn't seem like enough of a slap to me.
He also got three years probation and has been forbidden from having contact with anyone under sixteen, including his own kids, but is that still enough?
If we're going to set an example in Canada, and prove that we really care about protecting our kids, shouldn't guys like this be made an example of?
Granted, it's similar to the drug trade, you have to go after the pushers more than the users, but when it comes to our kids, the rules change.
Nail them all.

As tragic as the Maple Leaf Foods crisis is, there could be an upside.
Maybe everyone will stop eating processed meat, period. Forget about the stuff that's killed people recently, no matter how they dress it up processed meat will probably kill you eventually anyway.

The plans for a Burlington man to gather signatures on a petition in front of beer stores this weekend is noble, but it won't have much impact.
Dalton McGuinty has made it clear that the monopoly will continue and the big boys will continue to run the beer business in Ontario, even it means squeezing the mircro brewers who are making good product but can't get placed in beer stores.
For some reason this province resists the "beer in the corner store" concept even though it works in jurisdictions all over the world, including some in Canada.
And there's never been a better argument against the "Beer Store" than there is right now.
Molson's, Labatt's and Sleeman's are now all foreign owned and its these companies that own and control the "The Beer Store."
Why should foreign ownership that controls 80 percent of beer sales in Ontario, have it all their way?

Finally, good luck and best wishes to all those involved in the launch of "Virgin Radio" in Toronto. I realize how exciting and wonderfully optimistic a re-launch can be.
Only time will tell.

Category: Stuff

August 25, 2008 @ 10:50

I got up this morning and had to drive up Hwy. 28 to a little place called Big Cedar where I buy my fresh drinking water.

It's a neat little general store and if you look up above the counter there's an autographed picture of Ed Robertson of the Barenaked Ladies. Apparently, Ed often stops in at Big Cedar on his way to his cottage near Bancroft.

There were a few people in the store this morning and that was the subject at the cash register. Ed had crashed his plane but he had survived.

Rumour has it that Eddie has created quite the place up there. He bought a huge piece of land with a real sweet cottage on it and then to protect his privacy, he bought a whole pile of land directly across the lake so nobody else could build on it.

On the top of a nearby hill he built a landing strip for his plane. For those times when he wants to avoid weekend traffic and just fly to his cottage.

However yesterday, he wasn't using the landing strip, he was using the pontoons on his plane when he attempted to take off from Lake Baptiste and things went terribly wrong.

He couldn't get enough altitude and the plan plunged into the woods. Miraculously Ed, his wife Natalie and two friends not only survived, they walked away, and from all accounts they had no business doing that. The plane is a wreck.

It gets a guy like me, who doesn't like heights or small planes, why a guy worth millions of dollars, who's got the whole freakin' world by the tail, would want to fly around on an engine surrounded by a thin hunk of metal.

I often think the same way about Humble, except for the millions of dollars part. I've been up with Howard a couple of times in a plane, and although I full confidence in his ability, I've got to be honest, they weren't the most enjoyable times of my life.

There was something weird about sitting a studio with a guy telling fart jokes and the radio and then having that same guy pilot the plane you were flying in. It's one of those situations where you almost "don't" want to know the guy who's flying.

It was hard to get my head around having the pilot as the same guy who got on the phone with his friend "Stinky" only to make weird childish noises that made them laugh like school kids.

Although it was completely unfair and Howard handled the plane flawlessly, it still made things somewhat unsettling for someone like me who doesn't like to be too far above the earth at any given moment unless I'm in a huge jet with a couple of Gravol in me.

Anyway, all this stuff went through my mind this morning while I stood in Big Cedar and heard bits and pieces of the story about Ed Robertson crashing his plane a few miles north of where I was standing.

Eddie had a close call yesterday, and you just shudder when you think his wife was with him and what that could have meant to their children if the worst had happened.

If I'm Ed Robertson, from now on I forget about the airplanes and put up with the traffic on the 401. (yes I know, statistics probably dictate you're safer in a plane, but I like to be touching the ground.)

There was another interesting angle to this story, and one I'm sure that drives Steven Page crazy.

Every newspaper account of yesterday's incident that I've read on line today have mentioned Page's arrest for cocaine possession earlier this summer.

Category: Show Biz | Stuff

August 25, 2008 @ 10:49

Category: The Trailer

August 22, 2008 @ 07:52

Mayor Miller's excuse for not attending the funeral of firefighter Bob Leek doesn't wash with me.

Miller claims he flew back to Vancouver for his daughter's birthday, and he put it this way.

"I think everybody understands that as a father you have to be with your daughter when she's turning 13."

I don't.

If your daughter's birthday falls on a Tuesday, you can celebrate it on a Wednesday or a Thursday. The kid doesn't care as long as the gifts are there.

I know at 13 my daughter would have understood me not being able to be at her birthday if the reason was valid. Thirteen year olds can reason pretty well these days.

And what's the big deal about turning thirteen. Unless, as Sue-Ann Levy wrote in the Toronto Sun yesterday- "the mayor converted to Judaism when no one was looking? If turning 13 is such a big deal to him, did his daughter have a Bat Mitzvah?"

Regardless of what Miller says, or what the cult of left wing loonies that follow him around say, he should have been at the funeral of firefighter Bob Leek.

Leek died on the job and that should have taken priority for the Miller. Yea, the timing was bad for the Mayor and it screwed up his plans, but it comes with the territory and its one of those sacrifices you make when you take on the job of running the largest city in Canada.

It was unbelievably selfish, and for Miller to use the excuse that he talked with Leek's wife before going back to Vancouver, and she said it was cool for him not to be there, is ridiculous. What else is she going to say in that situation?

It should have never to come to that. It should have been a no brainer. He should have been at the funeral and then got back on a plane and celebrated his daughter's birthday. When you think about it, how much of a disruption would that have been, six or eight hours?

It's pathetic. Just another pathetic example set by a man who's systematically ruining a great city.

Category: Politics

August 22, 2008 @ 07:51

I received the e-mail from neighbour John, who got it from his father. A good read for today's parents who like to bubble-wrap their kids.

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.

CONGRATULATIONS!

Category: Stuff

August 22, 2008 @ 07:50

Michael Phelps returns to his to his tank at Seaworld. Click!

Category: Sports