Thursday, April 30, 2015

Canadian gets NBA Rookie of the Year

Let this be the moment we recognize that hockey is NOT the national religion.

Especially if you're a Leafs fan in South Ontario.

More and more kids who grew up on hockey are making basketball their first choice.

More and more grown-ups who grew up on hockey now watch the NBA instead of the NHL.

On those nights where you got a NBA playoff game and a NHL playoff game in the same time-slot, hey, chances are a lot of folks are going to watch the NBA. And I mean a lot of folks who came up watching hockey.

There's reasons for that.

First off, hockey's getting more boring. The Ken Dryden types who want to totally over-intellectualize the game have taken the high ground.

Meanwhile, you've got more and more Canadians reaching the top tier in the NBA.

So even old-school hockey nuts would rather spend the evening with Wiggins and the Timberwolves than spend another minute watching Phaneuf and Kessel.




About those Schwartze in the Holy Land

I see where the "Ethiopian Israelis" are in a flap over the supposedly racist policies of the government of Israel.

Talk to any Jew you know about Ethiopian Jews and you'll get a whole lotta eye-rolling and tsk-tsking.

The Ethiopian Jews were doggerel trotted out for the benefit of the diaspora.

They were a statement about how inclusive and liberal Israel was.

Of course!

And some day soon Israel will have a black prime minister!

Or not...

Canadian Forces: Strong. Proud. Horny.

The Deschamps Commission Report pulled the covers from a culture of blatant sexual harassment in the Canadian Forces today.

What did former Justice Marie Deschamp discover in her discoveries?

Why, a culture of blatant sexual harassment.

I think "harassment" is not quite the word they're looking for. When your next promotion is contingent on treating your commanding officer to a leg spread, that's a little beyond harassment.

Lawson, Kenney and the rest of the DOD bigs are of course trying to give this a viable spin.

They had no idea.

They had no idea their armed forces were all about strong, proud, and free love. Free for the big dogs, whether the little bitches liked it or not.

After all, if the little bitches wanted to get ahead in their careers, they'd go along to get along.

And they did.


Wednesday, April 29, 2015

In these turbulent times, thank God we've got pro sports to bring us together...



Or maybe not.

"Moderate" Arab dictator gets two thumbs up from Canadian media

Jordan's King Abdullah II is just the kind of guy Canada should pitch in to support and sustain, according to the wankers at the SunPostMedia conglomerate.

After all, while he may not be too popular at home, he is muchly loved in " the West," which is all the proof we need that we should give him lots of guns and money...

At least according to the twats at SunPostMedia.

So we're off on another so-called "training mission." Why Jordan needs the Canadian Forces to train them up is not a question asked or answered. Obviously, Jordanian troops are far more experienced in fighting terrorists, insurgents, and just plain ordinary domestic malcontents than the Canadian Forces.

But none the less, Big Steve has committed us to another front in a war that is none of our business.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Granny busted for "stunt driving"

I see where a local elder has run afoul of the law by being caught out doing more than fifty clicks over the speed limit.

Fifty over is all it takes to warrant a charge of "stunt driving." That's a legacy of the Fantino era, when Julian Fantino, the greatest living embodiment of the Peter Principle, was the big boss at the OPP.

When I read the part about being late for a card game, I panicked...

Oh my God, Bubby's in the hoosegow! Sit tight, Ruthie, we'll have a top lawyer on the case by morning!

Monday, April 27, 2015

Cruising down the Alzheimer Highway without a roadmap

Found myself staring out the window this afternoon absently reaching for the name of the cat I've had for at least 18 years.

Reaching... reaching...

Just couldn't get hold of it.


Chloe!

Ya, it's Chloe of course! How could I forget? Chloe got fixed at the vet clinic where Karla Homolka worked back in the day. I'm pretty sure Karla was in jail by the time Chloe was at that clinic, but still, that leaves Chloe one degree of separation from Karla... and me two.

There's a history of Alzheimer's in my mother's family. Her mom, my grandmother, Leokadia Packull, spent the last twenty years of her life institutionalized. I used to go and see her from time to time. We were close when I was a youngster. We were still doing things the old-world way where the elders live with their children and their children's children.

Somewhere along the way we adopted the new-world custom of dropping the elders off in a home.

That seems a cruel abuse of language if you ask me.

"We're taking you out of your home and putting you in a home."

Leokadia, or Lotte as she styled herself, had three children.

My mother, who still has all her marbles rolling in the same direction.

And two uncles, both on the Alzheimer Highway. The younger one went to a home just before Christmas.

He's fifteen years older than me.

Maybe he's my roadmap.