Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Andy tells us what the issue REALLY is.

Thanks Andy. We always need to be brought back as we froth at the mouth, pulling violently at the chain that typically keeps the masses docile, believing that questions regarding your departments failures should be answered.

I'm not talking about the calls for a "public inquiry", buzz words for "blame someone", "increase funding for programs", and "preferential treatment".

What I am talking about Andy having the gall to say,  "The issue right now is making sure we stand with the families and the communities...", refusing to answer questions about Lamb's early release.(Wpg Sun)

Well Andy, these murders happened in YOUR riding, and I want to know why this looser was in MY community at all. YOUR department let him out early Andy, and we're all a little sick and tired of your lame ass excuses for your incompetent department. The judge ruled that he was to serve MORE time, and YOU let him out.

That's what being Justice Minister is about Andy. Being responsible for your portfolio. YOU Andy.

Don't tell us what the issue is you arrogant clown. We elect YOU. WE'LL tell YOU what the issues are.

Loosing prisoners, early release, a general malaise to stiff sentencing, and seemingly coddling those who your constituents fear the most.

In other news, Pat Martin is being sued by RackNine for $5 million. pat is looking for donations to cover his legal expenses.

http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/local/martin-raises-cash-for-lawsuit-defence-160491955.html

No word on how to donate to RackNine's legal team.

How (or perhaps why)  does the West End continue to elect such POOR representation?

Friday, June 15, 2012

Father's Day

There is perhaps, no group as under appreciated as Fathers.

While as a society, we embrace Mothers, our Fathers are quietly provided with a tie, or a pair of socks and we feel that we've fulfilled our duty to "honour" them.

No disrespect to Mother is intended when I say that Fathers are perhaps the most influential people in our lives. That said, it almost seems that the role of a Father is eroding, or being usurped. My intention is NOT to enter into a dissertation explaining the apparent demise of that role in today's society.

The father of a righteous man has great joy;
he who has a wise son delights in him.


It's unlikely that the above statement would hold true had the Father not himself been a righteous man... as well as wise. Things like righteousness and wisdom are not easily measured, yet they are certainly recognizable. These things are not "taught", rather they are modeled. So much of the "teaching" has nothing to do what what we traditionally understand as "teaching".

“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he'd learned in seven years.”

 

Mark Twain's quote continues to be true, even twenty plus years (in my life) after the time in his life he had his epiphany.  Most fathers are a product of their times. Mine was of a time of war, hunger, displacement, and an understanding of children as chattel to be used as needed. I am of a time of affluence, progress, liberation, and generally peace. Is it any wonder that there may be paradigm differences in how we view things?


Aside from a few years of taking Twain's stance, there has always been a level of respect for Dad, even if at times it is solely as his position in the family tree... Father. No one could have taught me a better work ethic, and helped me to develop skills that are multi faceted, simply through the expectations that were at times perhaps a little excessive, but served to entrench the "you can do it, it's not that tough" way of thinking.

 

I credit my, "This was created by a man, so certainly it's not beyond my understanding" creed solely to him.


Fathers, good Fathers are the back bone of future generations. Without them, the skeletal form that allows us all to stand together, will collapse into a quagmire of a jello like substance. Need proof? Look around.

 

I've heard it said that, "You don't know if you've done a good job being a parent until you have Grandchildren."

 

Well done Dad.

 

Love you

Sunday, June 3, 2012

We should go out more...

That was the consesus sitting at The Beachcomber patio at the Forks. We talked about how when we visit other cities, we engage the down town and gathering places, we eat out, visit the theater district, walk along the river...
So this morning we returned to the Forks for breakfast. After parking, we walked across the street and were approached by a young woman.
"Hi. I'm hoping I could show you some of the jewelry I make. These ear rings are called "dream catchers", and I'm selling them..."
Firstly, I don't have pierced ears. Secondly, you made these? This pair? That's all you have?
"No... sorry, we're not in the market for any ear rings."
"Oh. Well could you spare some change for a King Can?"

Ahh. I get it. You got a pair of ear rings, and are now trying to hock them for some cash, maybe enough for a "snack pack" for you and your guy. I didn't take her for a gold smith.

It's so hard to give a city a chance, especially when it's residents continue to reinforce the stero types you have grown up with. No one has ever tried to sell me anything in Minneapolis, let alone begged for money.

Fast forward to the afternoon, and a quick stop at the Maryland beer store. Sure... I know... "The Maryland!?" but it was closer than anywhere else.

My fist visit had me place my order and take out my credit card. "Cash only!" the server says pointing to the sign taped to the glass.
"The sign says "no interac". It doesn't say anyting about credit cards" I said.
"Cash only", he reiterated.
"Then why not put that on your sign? Why say, " no interac" when  you mean to say "cash only". Try to be clear..." as I walked out of the store to go to a bank machine.

Upon my return ten minutes later, a short line had formed. I realized how out of my element I was after just a few moments.
One gentleman was horking into a paper towl, but eventually he just spat into the gartbage can.
A lady was going on about how,"... some (expleteve deleted)(expleteve deleted)stole my (expleteve deleted) purse last week. I'm just glad I (expleteve deleted) got my (expleteve deleted) purse back. That (expleteve deleted) (expleteve deleted). She should get a (expleteve deleted) job and not (expleteve deleted) steal for the rest of us. No wonder they're all getting (expleteve deleted) shanked. Hey, you got a party at your place? I'll buy another case of Lucky."
The other fine lady chimed in, "Ya, we cleaned up the (expleteve deleted) yard and have tunes. You should come over. We got (expleteve deleted) tunes and (expleteve deleted), 'eh."

Nice. Perhaps an etiquitte book would be an appropriate gift for her? Now I'm assuming she can read...
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Garbage day... oh, sorry Don Woodstock, Recycling day was Thursday for us. We don't eat "ethnic" dishes, rather we have things like fish and chicken. Guess what? Our garbage reeks just like the ethnic folks' garbage.
Well for some reason, the garbage collectors missed our nice black stew pot that Dromo gave us, so on Friday we called 311.
"Well investigate within two business days."
So umm.... Tuesday? No shit? My can of stinking garbage will just continue to "cook" in my back yard for another 4 days, you'll "investigate", and pick it up on, wait, lemme guess... Thursday?!
I literally hold my breath before opening the lid, the stench being too much for me to endure. Whose stupid idea was this? Likely the same jack ass who is responsible for the next mess.

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We sent a report to 311 of a couch in the back lane (600 blocks of Simcoe/Home) on Monday. We were given an incident number and told it would be picked up Thursday. Friday we get back to them... couch is still there.
"Well technically they have until June 15th to get that couch."
No shit. I have to endure a couch in a lane for two weeks in a city plagued by back lane fires, garages, and whatever else can be lit up with a match.
This sort of thing should be followed up in no more than two days, not two weeks. Who runs this place? Does the zoo keeper know what the monkeys are doing, or are we all in "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" mode?

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I applied for a building permit for a pretty simple project back in April (50 days ago). Would someone tell me again how great the customer service survey rates P P & D? Please... if you tell me a story, it must be true! Do they really expect people to plan a small project two months before they commence it? Summer is short on this latitude. Slackers.
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