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Justice Canadian Style
September 28, 2011 @ 23:04
Bill Carrol said it best this afternoon during his segment with John Tory on Newstalk 1010. When talking about the laughable sentence handed down by Judge Andrea Tuck-Jackson to a G-20 thug today, Carrol said it wasn't a sentence; it was more like he was grounded.
A mild little slap on the wrist to a low life that covered his face, considered himself a member of the cowardly Black Bloc and then threw rocks threw windows in downtown Toronto during the G-20 Summit.
What is the matter with this country? House arrest for 12 months and 24 months probation? That's all this domestic terrorist gets for wearing a mask and then causing thousands of dollars of property damage?
The Judge got fished in, hook line and sinker.
The creeps name is Robin Henry and to read the court transcripts today makes you want to puke.
Part of his defense was a four page essay that showed remorse for what he did and the Judge obviously got sucked in.
"It was in a mob mentality and behaved like a thug," Henry wrote in the letter. "I acted in a way that cuts across what I believe is right and correct."
Bullshit. Easy to say when you're standing in court, before a Judge while wringing your hands like a pathetic little wimp.
Amazing that such a big shot coward, who joined the lowest of low by covering his face during the commission of crime just a year ago, could all of a sudden become a remorseful upstanding citizen.
But that's the way the game is played in Canada and our courts seem to gobble it up.
Henry said he decided to visit his father in Botswana and volunteered at an orphanage for a few weeks in June. He received permission from the court to leave the country.
"It changed my view of the world."
Boo fuckin' hoo. A likely story, but what would you expect from a masked malcontent, he's willing to stoop to anything.
And how about this gem from his lawyer? He asked that as part of the sentence his client should continue to work for AIDS orphans in Africa.
Again, quite the turn-around for a gang member who looked like he was having a grand old time back in June of 2010 when all those horrible world leaders were in town.
The prosecution had sought a jail term of nine to 12 months and that's exactly what this asshole should have gotten.
September 28, 2011 @ 08:13
As part of launching Humble and Fred Radio we've got to put a studio together and that's what's been happening over the past couple of weeks.
It's in Etobicoke with good access to the city. A great space that needs some paint, carpet and sound proofing.
Jeff Lumby is a good friend who's been helping out with a few things including the sound of the room. He just completed his own studio for his company "Voice Pretzel" so he knows what he's doin.
Tomorrow we're heading up to Lumby's palatial estate near Erin to build sound panels that will hang from the Humble Fred Radio ceilings and adorn some of the walls.
It was my job to get the material that will cover the panels which I believe are made of fiber glass. We'll got to Jeff's cover the panels and then barbeque steaks and drink red wine.
Getting the material turned out to be a bit of an embarrassment for me, but it wasn't entirely my fault.
When he gave me his estimate, Jeff told me we'd need 50 yards of material. I didn't think much of it because I've noticed over the years that material is often referred to in yards and if the engineer says 50 yards he must mean 50 yards.
It wasn't until I took my sweet wife Delyse with me to Fabricland on Monday night that I realized something wasn't right.
At the store we looked at the end of the line cheap stuff with someone who worked there and when I told her how much I needed she looked at me like I was out of my mind.
"50 yards? What are you making she said?"
That seemed a bit out of whack. I remembered Lumby saying we could do the entire job, panels and all for about one hundred, so I called him. He was eating dinner.
"Lumby" I said. "I'm here at the fabric store, should this material be costing over 200 bucks?"
Just as I thought I was having another old guy moment, which are increasing these days, I scrolled through the text messages on my phone and there it was. Lumby had texted me to get 50 yards.
Making that call was a good idea because I almost walked out of Fabricland with roughly 35 yards of material I didn't need and because it was in the bargain bin it couldn't be returned.
Forget sound panels, I would have had enough material to wallpaper the bloody studio, and probably still enough to make Delyse a nice dress or two, and maybe a pair of snappy shorts for myself.
I hate shopping.
September 28, 2011 @ 07:01
It's been quite the week for Wayne Simmonds of the Philadelphia Flyers. Last Thursday night he was the victim in the banana tossing incident, and then last night he's accused of calling Sean Avery a "faggot" during an on-ice skirmish.
Needless to say this has prompted quite the reaction, including a demand from the The Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation for an apology.
Others can't believe that after the insult that Simmonds suffered last Thursday, he could turn around and say such a thing to somebody else.
On the surface, there's no dispute. Throwing a banana at a black man is wrong and so is calling somebody a "faggot." But beyond that is one worse than the other and can you really compare them?
Yes to the first question and no to the second - and I base it on two facts. Wayne Simmonds is black and Sean Avery isn't gay.
There's no question that Simmonds shouldn't have said what he said, but it was in the heat of battle and obviously wasn't something meant as a direct hit so to speak.
Guess what; a lot of guys call each other "faggots." It's stupid and childish and insensitive but it's a cheap way to insult a guy's manhood. I'm convinced that 99 percent of the time, the same guy who would call another player a "faggot" would never dream using the "N word", or in Simmond's case "honky or whitey."
That doesn't make it OK but during a hockey game and with trash talk coming hot and heavy, for some reason calling a straight guy a "faggot" doesn't seem to carry the same weight as throwing a banana at a black man.
Do you agree?
Simmonds could have saved himself a lot of grief by choosing his words more carefully and calling Avery something that most definitely could not be argued.
Who Done It
September 24, 2011 @ 08:47
It would be great if the city of London could find out who threw the banana on the ice at the John Labatt Centre Thursday night.
You've probably heard the story by now, Wayne Simmonds of the Philadelphia Flyers, one of the few black players in the NHL had the banana thrown in his path during the shootout. He scored anyway. Good for him.
It was either a coincidence or a racist act but when you play the law of averages what are the chances of it being a coincidence? Zilch.
It was a despicable act by a despicable person. I'm sure you've met one somewhere along the way. I have. Several. They're the type who moves out of Brampton because there are too many brown faces in their kids school pictures.
They don't like their gracious East Indian neighbours on the right, but tolerate the big mouth white guy on the left who always seems to have his car up on blocks.
They absolutely hate curry, even though they've never tried it. You get the picture.
I hope they find out who threw the banana for a couple of reasons. First of all to embarrass the asshole (if that's possible) and secondly so the city of London can deal with it.
As it stands the city looks bad. This story has made news all over the world now and it's not really what you'd expect out of a Canadian city let alone an affluent community like London.
This is the type of stuff that happens in the States, or so we think. But more and more that's not the case. You'd think that the more diverse a community becomes the more tolerant people become because they get used to it.
Call me a dreamer.
There could be one saving grace in this for London. They might find out that the culprit was a Wings fan from Michigan. It would lessen the blow for the community, but it would still be a sad statement on mankind.
Having said that, it would be nice if someone who was sitting near this loser would come forward. I'm sure there were a few Londoners in that group.
I'd love this creep to be caught and then I'd love to ask him a few questions. Like why?
Of course I would ask this serious of questions while attempting to control the urge to slap the bastard upside the head.
And there would be one last question.
Did you not have any regard for the feelings for Wayne Simmonds, how it might affect him, embarrass him or hurt him?
But that's probably the best part of this whole story. Wayne Simmonds handled it with class and intelligence. He handled it like a man.
A lot more than we can say about the unidentified scum bag who was lurking in the upper deck.
Comments We Like - Joe Warmington
September 19, 2011 @ 07:25
Warmington nails it.
Today With Craig And Matt
September 15, 2011 @ 08:15
My affect on listeners, bucket lists and the Playboy Mansion.
Please "Like" It
September 12, 2011 @ 16:07
It's amazing. With facebook and twitter and all other forms of social networking its almost over-whelming how there's a consistent cry from the masses about wanting something different from radio.
I've received literally hundreds of e-mails and messages over the past two or three years from people who are looking for something more scoped and designed to their specific tastes.
Well listen here, the product can be created but "you" need to support it. We now have the simple technology and delivery systems to make it work from the production side but people need to commit on the receiving side.
Spread the word; faithfully download to create some viable numbers for advertising. In the case of Humble and Fred Radio, the service will be free, but you'll also have the choice to support it financially.
How would you like to buy a Humble and Fred share? An actual certificate delivered to your computer that gives you special privileges. Like weekends at my trailer or golf lessons from Humble.
Essentially, put your ears, and money if you wish, where your mouth is.
These are the things "you" are going to have to do if you really want something different in Toronto and Canada.
First a radio show, and then maybe a radio station - a station that doesn't need millions of listeners to be viable. Only a few thousand (several thousand actually) - but we guarantee, it will be a kick-ass radio station that will never ever have a serious "Hollywood entertainment report."
Instead, we'll mock the shit out of it all - with absolutely no restrictions - hear that, no restrictions!
And we promise not to make you sit through a bunch of songs you don't like, just to hear a song you do like. You can program your own music, I'm sure you already are, Humble and Fred Radio will look after the talk side.
Delivery systems are changing at a meteoric pace and we're on the verge of being able to receive on-line content anywhere, any time. Soon car radios will have the ability to stream and you'll be able to listen to exactly what you want when you want.
It's all pretty exciting, and all very doable. But we must work together. Humble and Fred Radio doesn't have a big radio conglomerate behind it, so we've got to do it the new way, the fun way, the viral way.
Now, without sounding any more like a politician lets me leave you with this. Like any venture a business plan must be developed, a financial forecast must be considered and proper execution is a must and that's what we're doing right now. If this is going to be done, it's got to be done right.
I would ask that on your own particular facebook and twitter networks that you ask you're your friends to support Humble and Fred Radio.
And this includes any former Humble and Fred or "Spirit of Radio" listeners who have done well over the past two decades and are looking to "support the arts."
Florching is an art.
I mean it, the work starts now. Please spread the word, it's vital in reaching the next step.
Thank you, and good day. More details will be released daily.
Comments We Like - Bob Lefsetz
September 12, 2011 @ 08:13
"Can the present style of radio survive? Will people listen to hackneyed delivery of songs they don't want to hear when music has become an on demand item?
September 8, 2011 @ 08:10
I didn't write about the Wade Belak story last week because I really didn't know what to say beyond this.
Wade Belak was a big, strong, good looking guy who had just completed an NHL career, something very few can claim. He was about to start a TV career in Nashville and on top of everything else, he had a beautiful wife and two little girls.
To choose death over this is inexplicable. It sheds a light on depression that I'm sure will never be explained.
Yesterday provided a completely different scenario for the hockey world. The crash of that plane in Russia pushed all kinds of thoughts through my brain, the least of which was the living hell it must be to know you're about to die when you don't want to.
The passengers had to know there was something wrong right off the bat, and given that the plane was just taking off the fire ball on impact must have been horrific if not a blessing because it probably prevented a lot of suffering.
And I can't help but think of head coach Brad McCrimmon and how fate can play such a large part in our lives... and deaths.
Brad McCrimmon made a big decision within the last year that I'm sure he struggled with, but ultimately thought it was the best thing to do. I'm sure he never dreamed it would end in a fiery crash, in a suspect plane, 250 klms north of Moscow.
A Canadian guy who came up through the Canadian hockey system, played in the NHL and then chose a career as coach after his playing days were over.
He became an assistant coach with arguably the best organization in hockey, the Detroit Red Wings, but then decided he wanted more. He wanted to become a head coach, but rather than wait for something to break in the NHL, he chose to take a job in the KHL.
It must have been huge decision. Far from home, I presume far from his family and in an environment very much different than what he experienced in the NHL.
Since yesterday more and more reports are coming out about the state of aviation in Russia and the standards that allow suspect planes to remain in service.
I'm not a bad flyer, but I'm not completely comfortable either. It's those first few second while whipping along the run way that always unnerve me a bit, and my heart jumps when the wheels leave the ground.
There's no way I could work in the KHL if the planes were questionable. Yesterday I heard reports of bald tires and weird sounds and loose safety checks. There's a startling history of crashing planes in Russia, and it was just a matter of time before another one went down.
And the timing sucked for Brad McCrimmon.
Using The "F" Word
September 7, 2011 @ 18:23
I had an interesting conversation with my mother yesterday. While telling her about the project I'm working on with Humble, she asked me if I was going to forget about using the "f word."
This took me off guard because my mother is no prude and definitely not against the use of the word in question. As a matter of fact, she's quite comfortable with it and I heard her say it long before I ever heard my dad say it.
I asked her to explain what she was getting at, and from what I can gather she's not against the use of the word in every day conversation, but I think Junie, who's a big fan of this blog, doesn't like it when I write the word and I don't think she liked the sound of it when she listened to some of the earlier podcasts Humble and I did.
It's quite the dilemma. What's a guy to do?
I explained to her that my blog and our podcasts aren't like the radio shows we used to do. I pointed out that there's a whole other side of entertainment that allows for naughty words.
I told her about the shows on HBO, shows like Curb Your Enthusiasm and Entourage that feature language that you'd hear on the street or in a bar or amongst friends. There's a whole area outside of what she thinks is the standard and that's what this blog and our podcasts will fall under.
I'm not sure it made her feel any better.
I think my sweet mom is concerned about my reputation. I know she can handle the "f" word, but I think she's worried about other people she knows seeing me write it or hearing me say it on a broadcast or podcast. I think she's worried about what they will think of her little baby boo boo.
I'm convinced that she thinks it takes away from the product.
It's interesting because earlier this week Humble and I had a conversation about show content and the key to being successful on-line is to offer a product that isn't available on regular radio and sometimes that might involve graphic subject matter and language.
I told her this and then recommended that the best option might be for her not to listen.
Her reply - "fat fuckin' chance of that happening."