Freddie P's Blog

Sorry folks, but it's the same old excuse. I've been very busy lately and haven't had the necessary time to devote to CanadianThinker.com

Meanwhile, I've thoroughly enjoyed most of the comments that have been posted under my last posting from October 6th. (check them out)

I found one especially intriguing. It suggests that rather than waiting for my next posting, you the readers should send me postings.

Guest bloggers so to speak.

I love this idea. So over the next few days why don't you write some stuff and send it to me at freddiepee@gmail.com and I'll post it. With pictures and everything.

I know you've heard it before, but I do plan on getting back to this once the dust settles, but for the time being, why you don't help me out.

I know of lot of you use bullshit names for whatever reason, and that's OK. Write anything you want, e-mail it to me, and I'll post them like regular postings.

How to you like this idea? Get me through the week and then I get back to the CanadianThinker keyboard on the weekend.

Who knows, maybe even some of my radio / TV buds will help me out.

Let's be doing it. Touch me where it counts.

Category: Stuff

You want to know one of the things that's really pissin' me off these days? It's the way the phrase "angry middle aged white guy" is being thrown around.

I've been called an "angry middle aged white guy" many times on this blog, but that hasn't bothered me so much as the frequency that it's being used in general these days.

It's one of those great defense mechanisms. If you're not a white guy, or you're a white guy who doesn't like what another white guy says or stands for, you call him an "angry middle aged white guy."

How screwy is that?

There's nothing better to shut down dialogue than accusing someone of being a racist or an "angry middle aged white guy."

That's what it means. By calling someone an "angry middle aged white guy" you're basically calling him intolerant, and that's what really bothers me. The meaning behind it, the intent in using it, the double standard it represents and the basic acceptance of it.

Would it be acceptable to use the term "angry middle aged black guy, or "angry middle aged Asian guy?" You know the answer. It's a flat out no!

If you used the above terms you'd be accused of distinguishing between races. You'd be told there's no need to add the race part to the accusation, "angry middle aged guy" would be enough.

But when it comes to adding "white guy," for some reason it's OK, and this leads to another dose of irony.

I've often been told that when "white" is used in a phrase it's acceptable because of all the years of oppression that white people have inflicted upon every other race on earth.

Hey, I'm not going to argue with facts, but what I will question is what is to be gained by catching up or getting even, because that's what it is.

If we're told on one hand that distinguishing people by race is wrong, why is it OK to throw around the term "angry middle aged white guy" on the other?

If distinguishing people by race was wrong in the past, why is it OK now? Seems rather regressive to me.

Believe me, I know how this works. There are people who are going to read this and twist it into something that it isn't. They'll probably accuse me of being an "angry middle aged white guy because I don't like being called an "angry middle aged white guy."

But that's OK, because I can look in the mirror and be proud that it hasn't shut me up.

Category: Stuff

Hey asshole
48 hours has come and gone. You going to be be a jerk like you have all summer? If your not going to post anything then get rid of the site.
Troy

I haven't blogged for most of the summer because I simply couldn't find the time. I know what you're thinking, that's a pile of horseshit. What's the big deal sitting your ass down for a few minutes every day and peckin' away at a key board.

You wouldn't think it was a big deal, but when you're kid's getting married, you're trying to take advantage of your tin palace, your house is being renovated and you have a job, it's amazing how quickly a day slips by.

I couldn't never really find the time to muster the necessary concentration that's required to maintain a blog of this quality. You know what I'm sayin?

Not only that, but on those lovely summer nights that I managed to make my way to the tin palace, I didn't have internet access.

And that leads me to an explanation of why I didn't blog about the "trailer" at all this summer.

You see, when I was there, nobody else was. Most weekends me and my sweet were tied to the city for pre-wedding festivities, or we were home stressing over how long it was taking to have the house re-vamped.

Other years, the trailer postings came from the mixture of weekends, friends and booze.

Something always seemed to happen that became worthy of a blog posting. This year there were only two such weekends, but it just so happened that my schedule didn't allow me to blog about them.

So I will now. On the August long weekend the wonderful people who populate the trailer park held an amazing Jack and Jill shower for my precious daughter Melanie and her respectful chosen mate Josh.

It was freakin' crazy.

The whole park got together and created a progressive party with an international theme.

At about four o'clock, our good friend Gus O'Brien arrived at our dock with his pontoon boat decorated in a love boat them. He even had The Love Boat playing on his stereo.

He picked up the love birds along with my wife and me, and my fine son Daniel and his sweet girlfriend Shawna.

Believe me, it's not a case of boring you with the details, I'm not going to give many details because it wouldn't do the event justice. You had to be there. But here's a capsulation.

Our first stop was Italy where our good friends the Kimbers and Groves had decorated their sites like you were somewhere near lake Como in northern Italy. Food, wine and liqueurs.

From there we went to Greece, where our friends Nick and Karen were frying saganaki cheese and serving it with Pita. It was so good it was nuts.

From there it was back on The Love Boat where we visited Brian and Karen Collins site. We like to call it Collin's Cosy Cove.

As we arrived they had a put a sign on their floating raft that said Cozumel. So you know what I'm about to tell ya. The theme was Mexico. We arrived at the dock and were treated to tacos, tequila and treats.

Right next to Collins was Jamaica where our good friends Dan and Jackie, and Darren and Laurie provided Red Stripe Beer and Jamaican patties. Mmm Mmm good.

Back on the "Love Boat" .... Destination Hawaii.

Special friends and neighbours Gerry and Jen, and Dan and Tracey capped off the night with fruit skewers and rum punch. It was great.

The night ended with a super bash at my Tiki Bar. We nearly knocked the dock off its footings with a wild dance and liquorfest. Even my darlin' Delyse was bangin' back the shooters.

Note to those weasels who like to lurk around this website and accuse me of being a trailer trash drunk - I didn't do much to defend myself with this story did I?

The other notable weekend at the trailer this year was for the annual Jeff Laird Memorial Bocce tournament. It was held the weekend of September 11th.

Not much to say here. Fifty participants and I made the semi-finals only to lose to my arch rival Mike Kimber. I launched an impressive comeback to make it close, but in the end, he beat me by three points, 21-18.

Mike went on to lose in the final to upstart, newcomer Jake (forget his last name) but it was another great day in paradise. We had a pot-luck, but very little booze. We were all too tired.

Now, the big event! September 4th was a magical and very emotional day.

If you're a dad whose hasn't had a daughter get married yet, hold onto to your heart because it's something that you really can't put into words.

All the preparations take your mind off the annual event until it's right upon you, and then you wake up the morning of the big day and you turn into a whack job.

Our day was compounded by a weird weather day. We wanted an outdoor ceremony but it didn't look like it was going to happen thanks to the wind, the rain and the cold.

It gets a little stressful looking out the window every five minutes and then having to decide whether to dump the outdoor stuff and hold the ceremony in the reception hall.

We ain't church people.

But wouldn't you know it. As four o'clock approach there was promise in the skies. At three o'clock when Melanie walked down the stairs and I saw her in her wedding dress for the first time, I didn't give a shit if a hurricane hit. It's a sight I'll never forget and admittedly, I lost it a bit. Actually, a lot.

We hopped into the limo and as we approached the venue it stopped raining. As we got out of the limo, the wind died. As Melanie and her bridesmaids adjusted themselves inside the hall, the sun broke through, and when it was time for me to walk Mel through the park, it became a beautiful summers day. It was unbelievable.

Junie says it was Big Dick looking down on his beloved Mel. Usually I don't believe such stuff, but on this day, I bought right into it.

It was a beautiful ceremony and the reception came off without a hitch. The food was good, the spirits were flowing and the dance was great, not to mention the speeches.

I'm very proud of my little girl.... And my son for that matter... they have both grown to be fantastic adults and both haven chose exceptional mates.

Next up, the house renovations.

We should have known, we should have known that the renovations would take a lot longer than the contractors said they would.

Actually, the kitchen guys were great. They were pretty much on time. It was the flooring guy that screwed up our schedule. When he gave us his original quote he said he'd be in and out of the house inside two weeks. It turned out to be seven.

It was the typical scenario. He got the job, quickly moved in and ripped out the old flooring to make sure I couldn't change my mind and then he went into stroker mode.

Don't get me wrong, in the end he did a fabulous job, better than we expected, but holy lord liftin' bejesus Christ, it dragged on and on and on. It was insane.

He held us up so long the painters didn't end up leaving the house until two days before the wedding - out of the gate we thought we'd have at least two weeks. And I'm serious when I say insane.

Before the reno started several people said to me how stressful it can be. I laughed it off thinking how stressful can it be. I don't have to do it. Stress? Over what?

Ha. Believe me, when strange fellas are in your house day after day after day for close to two months, it gets stressful. Especially when your stove is in the living room and your fridge is in the foyer. The laundry was a make-shift kitchen for way too long and I got bloody sick of micro-waved food.

However, in the end, it got done. Not on time, but right on budget and the finished product is very nice.

Other stuff.

I'm going to give you a quick state of the union statement because over the next few days I'm going to get back into the bloggin' big time.

Municipal - All eyes are on Toronto where Rob Ford is stretching his lead in the polls by being a punching bag. The more the other assholes takes shots at him, the more the electorate loves him. It's beautiful.

Provincial - A skunk never loses his stripes. The HST fiasco is so typical of Dalton McLiar. He rejects everything the federal government does, but when it comes to sucking off the HST tit, all of a sudden Dalton loves Stephen. You might want to blame Harper for the HST, but remember, in the end it was Dalton's decision. He bought into a Conservative idea. Prick.

Federal - Stephen Harper continues to steer the country in a level headed, productive and rational manner. Meanwhile, Michael Ignatieff continues his hopeless and awkward quest for power. Dick weed.

Sports - Yes, the Toronto Maple Leafs will finish ahead of the Montreal Canadiens this season and the reasoning is simple. They have more talent.

That's about it kiddies, and to address some of the e-mails I received, let me say this.
No, I am not ill but thanks for asking. I had a thyroid biopsy earlier this summer, but that's precautionary. I'm clean.

I already told you about my colonoscopy, so I don't have to belabor that. I had the snake forced up my ass but it wasn't nearly as bad as some people said it would be.

And on the subject of snakes, I really have to tell you how disappointed I was with some of the ridiculous notes I received from some people regarding my lack of blogging. Downright nasty and cruel.

But I shouldn't be surprised, because I'm assume they come the usual suspects There are a lot of frustrated dick heads out there that love to fling shit at people for no real reason. They like to take a shot, and then, of course, not put their name to it.

To those I say. Bite my clank and call me Larz.

That's about it folks. You're up to date.

I don't like to make out like my welfare is any more important than anyone else's.. but hey, you asked.

Come back and visit often because I promise the posting will pick up.

And by the way, Neighbour John won the hamburger contest. Hands down. And he thanks you for your support.

Category: Family | Friends | Neighbour John | Stuff | The Trailer

The complete story behind Freddie P's lack of blogging during the summer. All the sordid details will be revealed on this page within the next 48 hours.

Find out way Freddie became so detached from this written aspect of his blog. Find out why Freddie didn't update the Trailer Page or why he didn't have anything to say on several other personal and public topics throughout July and August.

Including his disappointing third place finish at this year's Jeff Laird Memorial Bocce tournament.

Find out why he's disappointed in a few regular readers, who rather than show concern for Freddie's delicate well-being, chose to take shots at the chubby little fuck and threaten to never come back.

Within the next 48 hours, find out what Freddie thinks about the current state of the GTA, the province, the country and the whole goddamn world for that matter.

Find out why Freddie thinks the Leafs will finish ahead of the Habs this season.

Witness Freddie's declaration regarding the future of this blog and what he has in store for the coming months.

It's all coming soon. Within 48 hours.

Baby come on! Let's be doing it!

Category: Stuff

Yea, I'm a bit of a hypocrite. As Program Director of the two Corus mega stations in Peterborough, I'm forever telling my jocks to keep their blogs fresh and up to date.

Look at me; this is my first posting since July 29th.

But if I may, let me offer a few excuses. First of all, my house in Brampton has been turned upside down with some renovations. We had all the floors replaced on the main level and then a new kitchen went in on top of that.

My computer has been set-up make-shift and between all the little jobs associated with having your house re-done I really haven't had time to sit down and write about stuff.

Meanwhile, I can't find the time at work - which is not only true but obviously the correct thing to say, and when I'm at the trailer, my laptop and Rogers stick is so bloody slow I don't have the patience.

So here we go. I managed to find a couple of hours today so I thought it would be a good idea to get caught up before I lose all the readers I've managed to build up over the past four years.

I went to see Paul McCartney last night and it was worth every penny of the $270.00 price tag attached to each ticket.
You might recall I had serious reservations about spending close $540.00 on a pair of tickets when I made the decision a couple of months ago but that was all wiped away last night when Sir Paul walked onto the stage and proceeded to put on a fabulous three hour show.
Believe me, when you're a stones throw away from Paul McCartney while he's singing Let it Be, money becomes no object.
Let me simplify it further. When I consider all the pleasure that Paul McCartney has provided me since I was a child, and then be in the position to watch him live while performing Yesterday, Hey Jude and Blackbird, what's a few hundred bucks?
I'd say it was a bargain.
It was interesting to see the age diversity of the crowd last night. From young children to senior citizens, all focused on one of the greatest entertainers in the history of entertainment.
It was actually emotional at times. When Paul first walked onto the stage I'll admit I got a bit choked up because piles of memories came flooding through my brain.
Beatle songs provide so many bench marks to my life and I can confidently make the same claim for my wife Delyse who wiped away tears on more than one occasion last night.
Band on the Run was current just around the time we started going together in the early 70's, so when he sang the title song, right there in front of us, with exceptional sound and voice strength and clarity, it was extremely moving.
And you've got to give it to the guy. Sixty-eight years old, but he's still in great shape and able to do what many half his age couldn't do. Romp around a stage for three hours under unbearably hot stage lights.
It was a great show and a great experience.

Not so great was the fleecing we took prior to the show. My good buddy Darren made dinner reservations at the Sultan's Tent on Front St. and although somewhat interesting in décor the product wasn't worth the hit.
They draw you in with a set price menu for a four course dinner - $39.95. But once you've ordered your first round of drinks and have a closer look at the menu items you realize most of the good stuff has an added cost.
It's $39.95 if you have what they say, but if you want the rack of lamb instead of the braised lamb it's another $9.95. It was the same with most of the appetizers and desert.
In the end, dinner for four with two half litres of wine, a beer, two cranberry somethings and a martini the bill came to $317.00 dollars before tip.
Sure there was a belly-dancer with a nice bum and a wonderful what ever you call that area from the belly button down, but in the end it didn't add up.
The food was OK, but far from sensational, and not nearly worth what we had to pay.
As we left I said to Delyse, have a good look because it's the last time we're going to see this place.

Other stuff.

I missed an opportunity last night. When we arrived at the ACC I had to have myself a leak so I went into the men's room with Darren.
He noticed, but I didn't, that right next to me was Brian Burke having a squirt. After we came out Darren said to me, "did you see Burke, he was at the urinal right next to you?"
No I didn't and I was pissed.
For some reason, Darren, who's rather forward chose this time not to nudge me or make a comment while we were in the washroom.
I would have loved to have said hello to Burkey without looking at his wang, although it's tough in those situations. Your eyes tend to wander.
I would have shook hands with him (after washing) and asked him about Tomas Kaberle and a few other things.
Man oh man I was disappointed.
Meanwhile, back to the "having a glimpse" angle, it reminds me of and incident that happened many years ago. Mike Murphy was coach of the Leafs at the time and after a golf tournament Humble and I found ourselves in a communal shower with Murph.
Same thing, you couldn't help but have a look but it turned out to be worth it because it provided us with a couple of great breaks on our morning show the next day, talking about the lumber that belonged to a Leafs coach.
It also provided Howie the opportunity to come up with one of the classic Humble and Fred lines of all time.
He described my package as a "cork on a bean bag."
Delyse still talks about my "cork on a bean bag". Actually, a little more often than I'd like her to.

I have to admit I was somewhat pleased with the outcome of the latest attempted attack on Toronto's only choice for mayor, Rob Ford.
Ford made the mistake of being honest by saying he believes in traditional marriage, that being a man and a woman I understand the interpretation changes on a daily basis, but for arguments sake let's say a man and a woman.
It fascinates me how anyone who believes in the traditional way is often labeled homophobic. It's not fair.
I'm not homophobic, and I could really care less whether gay people get married or not, it's really not an issue that's high on my list. But if someone was to press me and make me choose one way or the other, I might actually side with traditional.
Why is that such a crime? It doesn't mean you dislike homosexuals. It doesn't mean you think they shouldn't have equal rights, it doesn't necessarily mean you're against gay marriage, all it means is that given a choice you prefer the traditional way.
It was nice to see that Rob Ford wasn't totally beat-up by the usual suspects.
And to all of you ready to pounce, relax because given our new laws, which are perfectly fine, it won't be long, maybe another generation, before gay marriage becomes part of traditional.
By then we'll be on to something else.

I don't like the provincial law that forbids any alcohol in the bloodstream of anyone less than 22 years of age.
On the surface it seems reasonable as a way of dealing with booze induced car accidents that claim far too many of our youth, but it's just not fair and it goes right back to basics.
If you can be trusted to vote at 18, why can't you be trusted to not drive while impaired?
If you can hop on a plane destined for Afghanistan and defend democracy at 18, why can't you be extended the same rights as anyone else when it comes to alcohol?
Heck, when you get right down to it, based on the above, I don't think the current blanket drinking age of 19 is fair, because it always comes down to this - what about all the responsible people under 19 or 21 and all the irresponsible people over 21.
It just doesn't make sense to me.

I promise, with my house slowly getting back into shape and summer winding down, I'll be able to spend more time on this blog.. and I will.

Category: Stuff

I had a video camera that I bought back in the 90's and I have no idea where it is. But that's only part of the problem. Here's the biggest part.

I have about half a dozen tapes filled with wonderful family memories that are on those tapes and I have no way to transfer them.

It was a Sony Super 8, I can't tell you the model number but the pictures I've provided show the tape format it used.

If anyone out there has a camera I could borrow or buy I'd love to hear from you.

I understand there are places you can go and have the tapes transferred at a hefty cost, but I'd rather transfer the taps to digital myself and only grab what I need or want.

Having said that, if you can recommend some "transfer places" I'll appreciate that as well.

Loving ya's all, each and every one of ya.

Category: Stuff

Anarchists, you really hve to get some rules.

Category: Stuff

"I'm just trying to keep people happy."

Who is she trying to kid? If the sweet and innocent Courtney Winkels was trying to keep people happy during the G-20 summit, why didn't she turn her ass around and blow the bubbles into the "people" instead of two police officers.

Good for Constable Adam Josephs who probably had to put up with his fair share of crap from every mis-informed punk agitator who slithered onto the streets of Toronto a few weeks ago.

Anybody who really thinks Courtney Winkels was just an innocent little protestor who was abused by police needs their head read.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She was in the face of the police with the sole intention of getting a reaction... and she got one.

The first question that comes to my mind is this. Would she walk up to anyone else in the street and start blowing bubbles in their face? Probably not because it's invading someone else's territory, ironically the type of thing the likes of Winkels would definately protest against.

I love the way the some of the media has tried to paint a picture of a big bad police officer pickin' on a fun filled woman who wasn't doing anything wrong.

Bullshit.

Officer Bubbles hit the nail on the head when he accused Winkels of baiting police. That's exactly what she was doing, and like so many of the other assholes that crept onto the streets of Toronto during the G-20 she got exactly what she asked for, she got arrested.

But not for this actual incident interestingly enough, believe it or not after she was warned by Officer Bubbles to put the bubbles away, which she did, she was arrested for something else.

You'd think the moron would have gotten the message.

Part of me was hoping fallout from the G-20 was over, but no such luck. There is still a band of assholes out there trying to make the police look bad with their selective videos and second hand stories.

And what about the goof ball who steps into the conversation between Constable Josephs and sweet little Courtney and accuses of Josephs of not showing any respect.

Is this guy for real? Is he that much of a imbecile to not appreciate what the cops had to go through that weekend and that the last thing needed was some punk blowing bubbles in their faces.

Man oh man.

The asshole brigade should stop releasing these videos because all its doing to is driving a bigger wedge between rational thinking people and yahoos.

Toronto should be proud of Constable Adam Josephs.

Category: Stuff

It's nice to be missed.

You may have noticed I haven't posted in over a week and there's no good reason other than I've been busy. Buy hey, what the hell, that's no excuse, if you're going to have a serious blog you have to make time and I simply haven't over the past several days.

If you're going to titillate the masses with your half wit you've got to keep her comin' and I've let you down. Sorry ya peckers. I appreciate the e-mails.

But let's catch up. I'm going to throw a whole bunch of shit at ya.

First of all, I have to talk about the vicious HST that's been inflicted upon Ontarians by the worst politician of my lifetime, Dalton McGuinty.

I realize that the HST is a federal initiative and McGuinty had to be talked into by the feds, but that's precisely the issue. He was talked into it.

McGuinty has a made a career out of blaming everything on Ottawa. No matter what the issue, no matter what the problem, McGuinty loves to point at the Harper government and blame them.

But when it came to the HST, the rules changed. Because McGuinty has so horribly mismanaged this province he needed to grab at anything to cover his ass and the HST seemed like the best way. All of a sudden, the feds were alright.

We shouldn't be surprised. During his regime McGuinty has a list of lies longer than an elephant's pecker, so looking back and remembering that McGuinty rejected the HST during election campaigns only magnifies his lack of integrity.

And to make it worse, he tries to shovel the bullshit like we're a bunch of morons.

McGuinty claims that the HST will be beneficial to everyone. Businesses and corporations will feel the benefits and pass the savings along to you and I. Yea right! I'm going to hold on to that pathetic promise and throw it in his face when the next election arrives.

There's no goddamn way anyone will pass it on to anybody. It's a tax grab of the most blatant kind and if anyone in business benefits, you can bet your ass they'll tuck the savings into their own jeans.

The sad thing is, it's here forever. The HST will never go away and Ontarians become one of the most taxed peoples on earth. Just when it seemed like we were getting our head above water after a world wide recession, McGuinty swoops in with this brilliant idea.

Another dimension to this it's the underground economy that McGuinty will create.

Avoiding tax is wrong and it can be regressive but we all reach a point where we can't take any more. The vast majority of Canadians want to pay their share, but when you're continuously fleeced by incompetent government, you do whatever you can to save a few dollars to improve your own situation. In many cases it's a question of survival.

How could any man be criticized for trying to avoid a whopping eight percent tax increase on so many vital goods and services? Enough is enough.

I can only hope that when the next provincial election rolls around the electorate remembers this period. But that's a stretch; McGuinty shouldn't have been elected the last time. Arshole!

Meanwhile I'm still trying to get my head the ridiculous eco-tax that slipped in the back door. I'm going to read more and learn more before unloading on this one.

And further to eco-crap. It's disgusting what has happened to this province since McGuinty enacted the "no weed and feed rule" in Ontario. The bloody province is a sea of ugly weeds, crab grass a clover and anyone who tells you that "natural weed control" is effective, can bight my clank.

I'll go on the record right now. For the first time in my life I signed up with one of those lawn care companies because I thought they might be able to control the weeds on my lawn. What a waste of 300 bucks.

Thanks Dr. Green. Thanks for nothing Dalton!

Next subject - George Steinbrenner

As I write this compelling piece I'm sitting at the Tiki Bar in my Brampton backyard and I'm listening to the Bill Watters Show with guest host Brian Duff and the topic is George Steinbrenner.

Steinbrenner died last night of a massive heart attack at the age of 80. He was quite the fella. Love him or hate him he helped change the face of sports by using his flamboyancy as a owner to rival the popularity of the players on the field.

We like to blame George Steinbrenner for ruining sports and baseball in particular by paying outrageous salaries to his New York Yankees, but he played within the rules and used his means to create a winner on several occasions.

It all comes back to this, if you're a Yankee fan you loved the guy but if you're a fan of any other team in the American League East, you despised the guy, but remember, baseball doesn't have a salary cap and the Yankees have an unlimited supply of money.

Why not spend it? Who wouldn't? Some might argue that given Steinbrenner's funnel of money he should have won more than 11 pennants and seven World Series.

Steinbrenner was a rare breed and in some ways only adds to the aggravation of Toronto Maple Leaf fans. In his hey day Steinbrenner was a lot like Leafs owner Harold Ballard with his outrageous statements and ability to grab headlines.

The difference? Steinbrenner put his money where his mouth is and he won. Ballard accomplished sweet fuck all.

Next Subject - The humidity.

It blows, but what are you going to do about it? Talk to me in January when the snow is crunching beneath your boots.

Next Subject - The World Cup

I tried, I really did, but it too blew. I don't think I'll ever be able to fully appreciate the beautiful game. The beauty is lost on me. The final between Spain and the Netherlands looked like every other bloody game I watched.

Boring as hell. If that's the world's most spectacular sporting event then I guess I'm not much of a sports fan.

Next Subject - Rob Ramage gets four years.

I mentioned earlier that I'm listening to the Bill Watters Show on am 640, and I just heard Bill give an impassioned opinion on the Ramage sentence.

Watters thinks it's a waste of time. It would have been better to put Ramage's celebrity to use outside of jail lecturing on the dangers of drunk driving. Bill says Ramage is one of the best people he knows and he was guilty of one horrible mistake.

Problem is, you can't slice it and dice it that way. Do the crime, serve the time. If the judge thinks the crime deserves time then Ramage has to face the music like anyone else.

Next Subject - The basketball crap

It's actually increased my interest in the game. I cared very little about basketball before Chris Bosh, Lebron James and that other guy conspired to play in Miami but now I'm right into it.

Next season my entire focus will be on the Miami Heat hoping they lose every frickin' game they play. Again, the big three had every right to do what they did and they can't be criticized for that.

However, such collusion isn't good for the sport and it damages smaller markets that could never dream of attracting such a collection. But hey, that's professional sports today. It's all about "me."

Earlier today I heard an interview with Chris Bosh on the Fan 590 and he talked about how overwhelmingly emotional the whole thing was. Please, spare us. Bosh has all the dough he'll ever want or need, he couldn't wait to get out of the situation in Toronto and it would have been way better if he just admitted it.

The irony? I don't really like basketball and I couldn't give a shit about the Raptors, never have, but now I'll check the box scores every day to see if the Heat lost.

Next subject - Ball gravy.

What Neil Morrison aka Brother Bill calls the sweat that accumulates on your fellas during humid heat waves.

Next subject - Poke my eyeballs with needles.

Why is it radio is so willing to hand microphones over the newspaper guys, yet newspaper wanks rarely take radio announcers seriously when most radio guys can write better than most newspaper guys can talk? Follow?

Next subject - My birthday

I'm fifty-fuckin-four. I remember when my dad turned 50 and I thought he was ancient, and now here I am four years old than that and I don't feel any different than I did when I was 30.

I heard Toronto's best talk show host Mike Stafford talking about this today. Hitting the big 50 and how it affects you.

My wife Delyse made a great point the other day while talking with me and my good friend Darren Wasylyk who will turn the big 5-oh in March. We both feel young and "act" young because we worked in an industry that kept us young.

So true, some of my greatest life memories come from the studios of CFNY/Edge where I interacted with so many great young people who helped me hold on to my youth well beyond reason.

You know who you are. Jason, Shwarma, Bingo. Scary and Andy. Loving you!

Next subject - G-20 fallout.

I'm still holding to my original opinion. Although some human errors were made, the cops did a great job and all problems can be traced back to assholes.

Bill Blair made some mistakes in judgment, but nothing compared to the vile little creeps who made all the controversy possible.

It's interesting, I've spoken with many 20-somethings over the past couple weeks, including both my kids, and I was so proud of their position.

Yea, sometimes cops can be jerks, but on G-20 weekend they had to put up with a lot of bullshit that was totally uncalled for.

Bottom line, when a police officer asks you to move along, you move along or suffer the consequences.

Next subject - The Argos

Who? Dig a big whole and bury it. Sad, but overdue.

Next subject - Mel Gibson

He's a cock

And finally - The Queen's visit.

It's 2010 and there are still those among us who refer to this person as your majesty and your highness.

This during an era when we're supposed to teach our children that we're all created equal and status should be earned through hard work and perseverance.

The woman and the rest of her inbred family were born into status and I personally find that offensive.

It's time to snuff the monarchy, but not like the monarchy snuffed Lady Di.

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