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Not In Canada

January 30, 2012 @ 06:22

I was the thrilled with the outcome of the Shafia murder trial in Kingston, because it gave a Canadian statement to the disgusting practice of honour killing.

It told the world that in Canada, women matter and they matter every bit as much as men.

I know in a lot of twisted and backward countries around the world that's a little hard to comprehend, but in Canada, you can't treat a female like a dog. You can't "put them down" because they misbehave.

It's another reason why I have no time for religion, because make no mistake about it, honour killings are always tied to religion and the putrid things that come with it.

Honour killings!

Where's the honour in caring more about some fairy tale freak in the sky than you do about your own offspring?

Whose honour?

The honour of some brain washed no mind father who cares more about his reputation than the actual lives of his daughters?

Where's the honour in choosing death over understanding?

There's no honour - and that's why I'm so glad Mohammad Shafia, his wife and his son will have their asses rammed in prison for the rest of their lives. That's where they belong because in Canada we don't subscribe to killing kids because they have minds of their own.

This isn't some shithole wasteland that refuses to enter the 21st century. This is a country that by law recognizes women as equal citizens.

And you know something? Even that isn't completely fair because if anything, women are superior to men. Women are not only the backbone of this country; they're the backbone of the goddamn planet and it starts with family.

On a world wide scale, what's the percentage of women raising families on their own compared to men? I bet the discrepancy is staggering.

Women do the work and men take the credit. Men take the lead, but really they follow.

Men are credited with strength but its women who are strong. They bare children and deal with monthly plumbing and then go through menopause - all while carrying on.

Men can't even imagine.

And that's why I can't imagine that in 2012 there are still people and places that practice honour killings. There are thousands of young women who will die this year simply because they wanted to be their own person.

And that is so sad.

Mohammad Shafia is going to have a tough time in prison. In Canada fellow prisoners don't take kindly to child killers but I sincerely hope he isn't killed.

Instead, I hope he has to play the woman and he suffers a lot.

Afghan man kills wife for giving birth to daughter.

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Where Was God Last Night?

January 15, 2012 @ 14:30

Last night was a great example of why religion can be so bloody stupid, especially when you take it out of the mind and heart, where it belongs, and put it on the playing field.

For the past week the Tim Tebow God shit has been off the richter scale because of their surprise victory over the Pittsburgh Steelers.

I would hope that no one other than those who may have suffered a brain injury really thinks that God had anything to do with it, but the God circus that it created was unbelievable, most notably the John 3:16 connection.

What it did, mostly in the United States of course, was escalate the debate on whether someone should be criticized for overt displays of faith in public.

Personally, to the extent that Tebow does, I think they should be. In fact I find it so horrifically self absorbed that it borders on creepy.

Especially during a game.

As ridiculous as I find it to thank the Lord after a game, at least the outcome has already been decided. During a game is sickening, and that's what Tebow has continuously done, overtly prayed on the sidelines during the game like God is going to take sides while the ball is still in the air.

I know Godians will argue that thanking the Lord after a game is more for their physical safety than anything else, but what's your excuse during the game?

Last Saturday, during the game Tebow must have been praying for a so called miracle, praying that God would help the Broncos win... and wouldn't you know it, as coincidence and nothing else would have it, he got his way.

But this started a shit storm of God talk that I'm sure had millions of the weak minded actually thinking there was connection, and worse than that, promoting it.

Ironically all it does is back fire on them, and it will every time. Because it leads to this question, where was God last night?

If He was so instrumental in Tebow's accomplishments to date, where the hell was He last night when the Broncos were getting their balls handed to them?

How the hell does He all of a sudden not show up? It's not like He was working on a famine, drought or atrocity somewhere because those are still going strong around the globe.

Who knows, maybe He only hands out only one football miracle a day... and it was used up on the San Franciso 49ers.

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I'm Glad I Don't Live In Quebec

January 15, 2012 @ 09:09

As someone who has live his entire life in Southern Ontario and who as seen and felt the affects of political correctness, I'm totally blown away with the unchecked bigotry in Quebec that has engulfed the Montreal Canadiens.

When I first heard that there was an issue because newly named coach Randy Cunneyworth couldn't speak French I thought it was a joke... because none of it made sense.

A coach's number one priority is to communicate with his players and there isn't one member of the Canadiens who speaks French only. In the dressing room, where a large measure of a hockey team's fortunes is determined, Cunneyworth has no problem delivering whatever message he has.

You'd think that's all a true Hab fan would care about.

But no, it's become a huge issue and the flames were fanned by a shockingly bigoted French media that claimed "the coach of the Montreal Canadiens should speak French, not only for cultural reasons, but to keep an open dialogue with the media."

Bullshit.

It's not Randy Cunneyworth's job to communicate with the French media, its French media's job to communicate with Randy Cunneyworth.

I'm willing to bet there isn't one member of the French media that can't speak English, yet they make an issue of language through blatant intolerance, and the scary thing is, they're speaking for a lot of wing nuts.

There have been pre-game demonstrations outside of the Bell Centre by staunch Quebec language kooks. People who could care less about Randy Cunneyworth or the Montreal Canadiens, but people who are more concerned with cleansing their society.

And this was before the Habs plunged into their current losing streak.

It was highlighted again this week when the Habs traded Mike Cammalleri to the Calgary Flames for power forward Rene Bourque.

Considering their roster of pip squeaks Bourque was exactly what the Canadiens needed but that didn't matter to the bigots. As one Montreal reporter stated, "Bourque is a good player, but Montreal was hoping for a good "French" player".

You see, Rene Bourque has a French name, but he can't speak the language, so that too has become an issue. I'm sure if Bourqe performs, his language won't ultimately matter, but the fact that it's even talked about is disturbing.

And rivaling the bigotry in Montreal is the stupidity.

The days of having the French market cornered are over. Under a draft system, the only control you have is when it's your turn to pick. You take the best player or you take the best player who can speak French?

Would these people prefer a lesser player simply because he speaks their language? Some actually would and they make no bones about it.

They argue that the French language in Quebec must be preserved and protected - but when they apply it to a hockey team that really only needs to win games - they expose themselves for what they are.

Disgusting bigots!

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We Can Be Very Forgiving

January 14, 2012 @ 12:45

Earlier this week while going through my news feed on facebook I came across a segment on the Howard Stern Show about the thievery of the band Led Zeppelin.

Right off the top, I'll admit I've never been a Led Zeppelin fan. I've never been one for strident / hard rock and today the very sound of Classic Rock on the radio, any classic rock, nauseates the shit out of me.

To me, Classic Rock on the radio is like watching an Andy of Mayberry marathon. A couple of episodes are alright, but I'm quickly bored and need to escape before I get depressed.

It's alright by the campfire in small doses, but I'd prefer my radio enlighten me.

I've never really understood the fascination with Led Zeppelin, and that's before I learned that a good measure of their work was actually somebody else's work.

Their screechy uneven sound is something that I've always found more aggravating than appealing. Stairway To Heaven was a small exception, but it turns out even that was a rip-off.

When I hear The Ocean I want to drive ice picks through my ears and run to my Beatles collection

I don't even know how old the segment on Stern is, but it really doesn't matter. There is no time limit on thievery or proof and I'm not about to explain it all. Go here and have a listen for yourself and then go here for more proof.

The point of this essay is this. After I posted the link to my facebook I was amazed at the comments and e-mails I received actually defending Led Zeppelin.

I guess I really shouldn't be surprised. It's human nature to defend, at any cost, something you have a vested interest in.

Taste is subjective and I'm not about to criticize anyone who adores Led Zeppelin because we all receive art differently. One mans Van Gogh is another mans finger painting.

But I find it extremely amusing when people, having had proof laid in their laps, still want to defend them.

They use the excuse that all bands "borrow" music, and that may be true. Influence is something that's hard to resist, but when you steal material word for word and pretend it's your own till you're exposed, it's slimy. Especially when you begrudgingly allow credit that was due at the outset.

But again, it's human nature. The same way my mother in law is willing to over-look Tiger Woods behavior because she absolutely adores the guy. The same way I'm sure there were Philadelphia Eagles fans that were ready to defend Michael Vick because they wanted him back on the football field.

OJ Simpson got way more support than he deserved. I think you get my point.

But the Led Zeppelin response floored me. We still don't know absolutely for sure if OJ cut off his wife's head, but we sure as hell have blatant proof that Led Zeppelin stole other peoples work.

And as I stated above, there is no timeline on theft. One guy commented this morning that at this point it doesn't matter. "Let's just enjoy the music they gave us."

I beg to differ, it does matter.

Here some other comments, with the position that Led Zeppelin wasn't alone, which for some crazy reason makes it OK.

"Plagiarism is part of music."
"It's not like Zeppelin was the only band to rip off a song."
"There is no new rock and roll."
"Is this any different than Elvis ripping off black artists?"
"What about the originals that Page and Plant penned?"

All are pointless arguments given the circumstances. Again, influence is one thing, but ripping somebody off word for word like Led Zeppelin did is another thing.

And please, don't respond to this by defending Led Zeppelin "the musicians" because I'm sure there are musicians I like that you hate.

This is all about integrity and apparently Led Zeppelin had none.

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The Face Of Education - Is It Too White?

November 19, 2011 @ 09:35

I haven't posted much on Canadian Thinker over the past several weeks, and it keeps playing on my mind because people keep e-mailing me asking why.

I've been busy with the podcast thing and in the back of my mind I guess I've needed something juicy to write about. Well this might be it.

Where do I begin?

First of all, I'm not sure I'd like Krishna Nankissoor as a person because I get the impression he's somewhat spineless and someone who likes to take the easy way out even it means hurting the reputation of others.

Krishna Nankissoor, I believe cares about only one person, and that's Krishna Nankissoor.

He's the latest in a long list of system users to run to the abhorrent Ontario Human Rights Commission because like a spoiled brat, he didn't get his way.

For the full background, read this piece in the Toronto Star, which once again, is trying to fan the flames of racism where there's hardly a spark.

The arctial is actually called - The face of education, is it too white?

Nankissoor is a math teacher in Malton who twice was turned down for promotions so he did what a lot of losers do, he refused to look in the mirror and looked for someone else to blame.

Let it be known that there are many cases of non-white teachers getting promotions in Peel Region, but that doesn't make for a good story in the Star and it doesn't help make Nankissoor any more money so it becomes a matter for the pathetic Ontario Human Rights Commission.

Nankissoor's argument is very simple. He's South Asian and that's the only reason he isn't the head of a math department today. Even though there are countless examples of South Asians being promoted in Peel Region it doesn't matter any more in our twisted and frustrating system that often manages to turn alleged racism into real racism by providing an unfair advatage to complainers.

I always play the reverse game in these situations. If a white person was failed to get a promotion in the predominantly non-white school and then went to the Ontario Human Rights Commission, what do you think would happen?

Once the laugher subsided the case would be pushed to the side.

But that's not what happened with Krishna Nankissoor. He ran to the Commission and before his case was heard, he "settled" with the Peel Board.

As a taxpayer in Peel Region, whose tax dollars go to public education, I'd love to know what that settlement was. Was it a cash settlement? If so, I have a big problem with that because based on other promotions in the Region, I don't think he deserves it.

But that is the way of the Ontario Human Rights Commission. In the eyes of this bloated waste of time, every white person in Ontario is a racist and every non-white is victim.

The pressure was probably overwhelming at the board, so they gave-in.

And doesn't that tell us something about the real motives of Nankissoor? He's still not a department head, but he was willing to fore-go that for a "settlement." So what did he really want? So called justice... or money?

Sort of stinks doesn' it?

And what we still don't know is what kind of teacher Nankissoor is. Is he worthy of a promotion? Does he have the credentials? According to a letter in the Star, someone looked into his background and he's completed only one upgrade since 1997 and that happened in the last year, since he went cryin' to the Commission.

Once again, this provides a scary precedent for all of us, and shame on the Toronto Star once again for featuring this crap.

When you read the article another bizarre point is made. If a school is full of brown students then the school should be full of brown teachers. What?

Can you imagine if the same claims were made in reverse? A white teacher complained that there were too many brown teachers in a school predominantly attended by white kids?

I think, or at least I hope you get the point.

And as you read more into the story don't you find it interesting that the point is made that teachers should reflect the cultural aspect of their classes, in this particular article that Punjabi being spoken in the class in vital.

Let's turn it around again, and I've been witness to these cases. In Brampton for example there have been parents of white kids actually take their kids out of heavily populated "Punjabi" schools because too much time was being spent on translation and not enough time on the three "Rs." The South Asian kids hear nothing but Panjabi at home, and the parents leave it up to the schools to make them bi-lingual

A lot of time is spent catching up.

How do you think the parents of those white kids are looked upon? They're considered intolerant and racist. They don't want to assimilate. Meanwhile, there are pockets all over Peel Region that are becoming exclusively South Asian because parents want their kids to be amongst their own. I've seen it; I've heard them admit it.

If a white family moves out of a pocket, it's called racism.

If a South Asian family moves into a pocket, it's called culture.

Its madness and it makes you wonder where it's all headed and the irony is, as long as we have bodies like the Ontario Human Rights Commission, and people like Krishna Nankissoor it's only going to get worse.

It's a wonderful country we live in and diversity is one of its greatest attributes but like most other things, its got to find its way unencumbered and naturally. People are generally good and they will find a way to co-exist if common sense is the leading contributor.

I live in Brampton and when my son has his friends over it gives me a great sense of pride. It's like the League of Nations. My son if officially non-white and he's Asian friends, South Asian friends, white friends and black friends.

They're colour blind when it comes to race and they're all making their way as best they can, on their own merit and conscious of their own personal responsibilities.

Not the stilted advantages of the Ontario Human Rights Commission.

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Good Coffee

October 13, 2011 @ 08:33

I'm a bit of a suck when it comes to beverages. I like Diet Coke and Bud Lite, I even cut my orange juice with a shot of water.

I don't like strong stuff. I love beer, but it's got to be thin. I don't want to be challenged by what I'm drinking and sometimes can't understand why someone would want to drink a beer that you can almost chew.

Same with coffee. I don't like strong coffee and I'm often ridiculed by friends when I tell them I'm not big on Starbuck's coffee.

To me, Starbucks's is too thin and bitter, even their breakfast blend is harsh to my sensitive taste buds.

When I'm out and about, I do what most Canadians do, I go to Tim Horton's. But that's about to change.

I like Timmy's and although I prefer it to Starbucks I admit it's not the best cup of coffee on earth. I've always fantasized about something in between, and finally, I think I've found it.

For months and months people have been telling me to try McDonald's coffee, but I never took them seriously. I thought it was part of the mocking process for not liking manly Starbuck's.

I remember McDonalds coffee as something you put up with to go with your Egg McMuffin. It was like dishwater. No body.

Well let me tell ya, I had the opportunity to try a McDonalds coffee last week and I couldn't believe it. It was exactly what I've been looking for. Tasty but mellow, a more than adequate coffee flavour but not over powering.

Yes, it settles right in between Starbuck's and Timmy's.

And what's cool about it is the accessibility. I often hear coffee snobs complain about there not being enough Starbuck's around, but that's no problem with Mickey D's. They're everywhere and they're totally revamping the d├ęcor.

I was at a leadership conference last winter and McDonald's was one of the topics when we talked about strategy.

Believe it or not, McDonald's doesn't care about Tim Horton's, that's a lost cause. Instead they're more interested in taking Starbuck's out. Nice surroundings, including fireplaces, wifi and great coffee.

I've been to a couple in the past week, and I'm sold. Not only that, but McDonald's breakfast sandwiches are every bit as good as Tim Horton's.

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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.

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Half A Football Field

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?"
"Sound panels" I replied.
"How many"
"About eight"
"How big are they?
"Two feet by four feet."
"So what do you need 50 yards for? I don't think I have 50 yards of anything. Even at four dollars yard do you realize its going to cost you over 200 dollars.?"

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?"
"No way" he said. "You don't need expensive stuff; just get 50 feet of something in the bargain bin."
"Fifty feet?"
"Yea."
"You told me fifty yards."
"No, I said fifty feet."

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.

He apologized.

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.

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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?
Is in black people in general who you think are apes, or is it just hockey players?
Is it OK for black people to play baseball and football? Would you throw a banana at them?
Was this pre-meditated or do you usually bring fruit to hockey games?

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.

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Fate

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.

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