Contrary to what popular opinion would have you believe, women were in the workforce long before the '70s, and they were making equal pay to men. At least if they were union members.
Most of the big industrial plants around Guelph, K-W, Cambridge where I came up employed lots of women on the shop floor back in the sixties. When I worked in Mr. Irving's shipyard in the '90s we had women electricians, women pipefitters, women welders. There was absolutely nothing in the contract that said a woman was to be paid less.
Some of the old-timers at Saint John Shipbuilding recalled the era when women in the trades were a novelty. There was harassment and sexism. To the credit of Mr. Irving, the dinosaurs who didn't want to accept women on their work crew were dealt with ruthlessly.
As in they found themselves unemployed in short order.
The local school board, 100% unionized, has complete gender parity in their pay scale. In fact, they've got almost twice as many women in the $100,000 plus category as they have men.
The folks who are whining about women only making 70% of a man's paycheque obviously never worked in a union environment.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Celebrating International Women Drivers' Day
So this gal is on her way home after a meeting of the Ladies Auxilliary over in Roselle Illinois. She's had a couple, like all the rest of them, but fingers crossed...
Clips off a tree on her way out the parking lot, but hey, fingers crossed! Toes too!
This story happened a month and a half ago. The Roselle PD just released it now as a nod to International Women's Day.
Clips off a tree on her way out the parking lot, but hey, fingers crossed! Toes too!
This story happened a month and a half ago. The Roselle PD just released it now as a nod to International Women's Day.
Hulk Hogan sex tape found newsworthy by CBC
Did a little experiment about half an hour ago. I noticed that the CBC had a link to Hogan's sex tape trial on the home page of CBC news.
How is that news, I wondered, when they totally missed Hollande the Conqueror conferring the Legion of Honour medal on the Clown Prince of Saudi Arabia the other day? So I thought I'd check around and see if any other news platforms were giving the Hulkster's ordeal home page links.
Went to CTV. Nope.
Global News. Nope.
Thought I'd try a couple of US networks.
CNN. Nothing on the home page.
Fox News; again, nothing on the home page.
Proving yet again that CBC leads the pack in breaking the really important stories!
How is that news, I wondered, when they totally missed Hollande the Conqueror conferring the Legion of Honour medal on the Clown Prince of Saudi Arabia the other day? So I thought I'd check around and see if any other news platforms were giving the Hulkster's ordeal home page links.
Went to CTV. Nope.
Global News. Nope.
Thought I'd try a couple of US networks.
CNN. Nothing on the home page.
Fox News; again, nothing on the home page.
Proving yet again that CBC leads the pack in breaking the really important stories!
Monday, March 7, 2016
Stop being stupid, Africans
The BBC has a story on view that once again confirms the popular prejudice that black people are stupid.
Apparently retired Air Chief Marshal Alex Bad Day was able to abscond with 20 millions from the Defence accounts, and this during that minute window of opportunity that popped open between his ascension to the portfolio and his recent retirement.
Well done, my good man!
Unfortunately, he's now in big trouble.
Hey guys, cut that shit out already! You're making a bad name for Nigeria.
Here's how you gotta do it.
You gotta do it like the Americans do it. Don't just steal the defence budget when you're the Defence Minister.
No!
That's just stupid!
Would an American do that?
No! Here's how the Americans do it; you don't steal the budget per se... what you do is cultivate good brotherhood with the defence contractor community.
You know what I'm talking about!
A little pork here...
A little more there...
A wildly larded up contract for the home state...
Hey, once you're "retired" from cabinet you'll find yourself making at least 20 millions every single year just out of the good will you spread around in that "defence contractor community!"
THAT'S how it works, and as an added bonus, you will never go to jail!
So smarten up Africans - be more American!
Apparently retired Air Chief Marshal Alex Bad Day was able to abscond with 20 millions from the Defence accounts, and this during that minute window of opportunity that popped open between his ascension to the portfolio and his recent retirement.
Well done, my good man!
Unfortunately, he's now in big trouble.
Hey guys, cut that shit out already! You're making a bad name for Nigeria.
Here's how you gotta do it.
You gotta do it like the Americans do it. Don't just steal the defence budget when you're the Defence Minister.
No!
That's just stupid!
Would an American do that?
No! Here's how the Americans do it; you don't steal the budget per se... what you do is cultivate good brotherhood with the defence contractor community.
You know what I'm talking about!
A little pork here...
A little more there...
A wildly larded up contract for the home state...
Hey, once you're "retired" from cabinet you'll find yourself making at least 20 millions every single year just out of the good will you spread around in that "defence contractor community!"
THAT'S how it works, and as an added bonus, you will never go to jail!
So smarten up Africans - be more American!
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Up and down at Falling Downs
The other morning the Farm Manager comes down the stairs, and catches the cat up on the cutting board.
Not only is the cat on the cutting board; she's licking the butter knife!
This immediately raises a number of questions.
How long has the cat been chilling out on the cutting board?
How long has the cat been licking the butter knife?
Not sure how much it matters... we've probably got immunity to every cat-borne disease imaginable!
It's a good thing!
Funny thing about these old farm houses. Even though the Falling Downs homestead is of a relatively modest size, it's got a front staircase and a back staircase. The front staircase is kinda fancy. Nicely turned newel post and all that shit, whereas the back staircase is kinda plain.
We use the back staircase pretty much 100% of the time. It's just way more handy.
So I was in the basement a little while ago, mainly because the spring melt is upon us, and I was checking on the water level. Ya, these old farm houses tend to get wet in the spring. Anyway, we're good so far, but as I was moving some of the cardboard boxes out of harm's way, I happened to look into one and holy shit, there's a bag of weed!
Must have been there for a year or two. Maybe even three or four... but sealed up tight with not a hint of mildew!
What a happy surprise!
For my whole life I've usually just lost bags of weed, never found them. Even as a 15 year old, living with Mom and Dad, I'd lose my weed. You'd smoke up, and then you'd get all paranoid, and then you're like, "oh fuck, I better hide this baggie real good to make sure Mom and Dad don't find it."
If Mom and Dad ever found it, they never let on, but one thing's for sure; I never found it again.
No, I remember to this day hiding my weed in the most creative hidey spots. The fold in the bottom of the living room drapes. Who the fuck would ever find a bag of weed there?
Ceiling tiles were good too. I remember I used to keep a stash in the ceiling of the staff room at the K-Mart at Stone Road Mall, back when I was a department manager there. Same deal; one day you confidently tuck your baggie back in the ceiling, next day it be gone! Who the fuck would ever find a bag of weed in the ceiling of the staff room at K-Mart?
Ya, who?
I don't know, but when I went to retrieve it, NOTHING!.. is it possible that Mom and Dad have something they'd like to tell me? Or that shifty-eyed old fart in the men's wear department at K-Mart? Fifty years after the fact?
I digress. There's a bunch of paintings in the attic in very ornate frames, of people who look like nobles from the era of empire. The British empire. We figure those were the original homesteaders here. After all, we bought the place from the 90ish spinster daughters of those original homesteaders.
The original pioneer log cabin, vacated when this pile of bricks was put up circa 1914, sat empty till it was bulldozed in the 90's. There's still a mound of mossed over logs under a tree in the side pasture that marks the spot.
The way the deal went down in the pioneer days was like this; job one was killing off the natives or herding them onto reservations. That cleared the way for your huddled masses from Ireland/Scotland/England, who had been cleared off their land during the "clearings," to come over here and start new lives.
Once these folks got a bit of traction, they moved out of their dirt hovels and log cabins and built themselves some nice brick homes. These folks were by nature "upwardly mobile." They'd have to be. Otherwise they would have stayed in some shit-hole Belfast/Glasgow/Liverpool slum and drank themselves to death.
But no, the ones who got over here obviously had enough get up and go to get over here. And when they finally got round to building their real brick houses, they'd put in two stairways. A fancy one at the front for the beautiful people, and a plain one at the back for the servants.
And they did this even if they never had and never would have servants. It was an aspirational staircase.
Once they had that two storey pile of bricks with the servants' staircase, they were ready to sit for a professionally painted portrait portraying themselves as landed gentry. It was their reassurance to themselves that they had "arrived."
Anyway, I'm gobsmacked by the good fortune of finding a bag of pot when I'm not even looking for it! How often does that happen in your lifetime?
Like, never!
Not only is the cat on the cutting board; she's licking the butter knife!
This immediately raises a number of questions.
How long has the cat been chilling out on the cutting board?
How long has the cat been licking the butter knife?
Not sure how much it matters... we've probably got immunity to every cat-borne disease imaginable!
It's a good thing!
Funny thing about these old farm houses. Even though the Falling Downs homestead is of a relatively modest size, it's got a front staircase and a back staircase. The front staircase is kinda fancy. Nicely turned newel post and all that shit, whereas the back staircase is kinda plain.
We use the back staircase pretty much 100% of the time. It's just way more handy.
So I was in the basement a little while ago, mainly because the spring melt is upon us, and I was checking on the water level. Ya, these old farm houses tend to get wet in the spring. Anyway, we're good so far, but as I was moving some of the cardboard boxes out of harm's way, I happened to look into one and holy shit, there's a bag of weed!
Must have been there for a year or two. Maybe even three or four... but sealed up tight with not a hint of mildew!
What a happy surprise!
For my whole life I've usually just lost bags of weed, never found them. Even as a 15 year old, living with Mom and Dad, I'd lose my weed. You'd smoke up, and then you'd get all paranoid, and then you're like, "oh fuck, I better hide this baggie real good to make sure Mom and Dad don't find it."
If Mom and Dad ever found it, they never let on, but one thing's for sure; I never found it again.
No, I remember to this day hiding my weed in the most creative hidey spots. The fold in the bottom of the living room drapes. Who the fuck would ever find a bag of weed there?
Ceiling tiles were good too. I remember I used to keep a stash in the ceiling of the staff room at the K-Mart at Stone Road Mall, back when I was a department manager there. Same deal; one day you confidently tuck your baggie back in the ceiling, next day it be gone! Who the fuck would ever find a bag of weed in the ceiling of the staff room at K-Mart?
Ya, who?
I don't know, but when I went to retrieve it, NOTHING!.. is it possible that Mom and Dad have something they'd like to tell me? Or that shifty-eyed old fart in the men's wear department at K-Mart? Fifty years after the fact?
I digress. There's a bunch of paintings in the attic in very ornate frames, of people who look like nobles from the era of empire. The British empire. We figure those were the original homesteaders here. After all, we bought the place from the 90ish spinster daughters of those original homesteaders.
The original pioneer log cabin, vacated when this pile of bricks was put up circa 1914, sat empty till it was bulldozed in the 90's. There's still a mound of mossed over logs under a tree in the side pasture that marks the spot.
The way the deal went down in the pioneer days was like this; job one was killing off the natives or herding them onto reservations. That cleared the way for your huddled masses from Ireland/Scotland/England, who had been cleared off their land during the "clearings," to come over here and start new lives.
Once these folks got a bit of traction, they moved out of their dirt hovels and log cabins and built themselves some nice brick homes. These folks were by nature "upwardly mobile." They'd have to be. Otherwise they would have stayed in some shit-hole Belfast/Glasgow/Liverpool slum and drank themselves to death.
But no, the ones who got over here obviously had enough get up and go to get over here. And when they finally got round to building their real brick houses, they'd put in two stairways. A fancy one at the front for the beautiful people, and a plain one at the back for the servants.
And they did this even if they never had and never would have servants. It was an aspirational staircase.
Once they had that two storey pile of bricks with the servants' staircase, they were ready to sit for a professionally painted portrait portraying themselves as landed gentry. It was their reassurance to themselves that they had "arrived."
Anyway, I'm gobsmacked by the good fortune of finding a bag of pot when I'm not even looking for it! How often does that happen in your lifetime?
Like, never!
Donald Trump is just Hitler in short pants
I see where Louis CK is the latest commentator to cash in on the Hitler-Trump trope.
Yup, Trump is a fascist; even a Nazi maybe...
No, Donald Trump is an opportunist who sees that American politics has gone off the rails. And has it ever!
Thing is, that's been obvious for a long long time.
Yup, Trump is a fascist; even a Nazi maybe...
No, Donald Trump is an opportunist who sees that American politics has gone off the rails. And has it ever!
Thing is, that's been obvious for a long long time.
Louis CK latest liberal moron to boost Trump ratings
I see where alleged comic and marginal celebrity Louis CK has come out against the Hitlerite Trump campaign.
If I'm not mistaken, LCK is something of a Hillary acolyte.
Unlike Trump, Hillary has an actual track record in politics, and it ain't pretty.
Hillary is Hitler without the mustache. Or at least without much of the mustache.
Marginal celeb Louis CK doesn't get that his Trump diss fuels a few hundred thousand more votes for Trump.
Dude, shut the fuck up already!
If I'm not mistaken, LCK is something of a Hillary acolyte.
Unlike Trump, Hillary has an actual track record in politics, and it ain't pretty.
Hillary is Hitler without the mustache. Or at least without much of the mustache.
Marginal celeb Louis CK doesn't get that his Trump diss fuels a few hundred thousand more votes for Trump.
Dude, shut the fuck up already!
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