On the Topic of two-face

BC Premier Campbell faces more charges

When this guy was in opposition he was a straight-shooter (in public, of course - who knows what'll come up now that the press will be digging?) always yelling at NDP MLA's to resign at the merest whiff of impropriety, that they were compromised by their personal misconducts.

An MLA could maybe get away with this, but not a Premier

Quit.
Now.

While your just a drunk and not a total laughingstock/hippocrite, which is where you're headed.

Sauerkraut

From Merriam-Webster online

Main Entry: sau·er·kraut
Pronunciation: 'sau(-&)r-"kraut
Function: noun
Etymology: German, from sauer sour + Kraut greens
Date: 1617
: cabbage cut fine and fermented in a brine made of its own juice with salt

Main Entry: kraut
Pronunciation: 'kraut
Function: noun
Etymology: German, cabbage, from Old High German krut
Date: 1855
1 : SAUERKRAUT
2 often capitalized, usually disparaging : GERMAN


If only it were that simple. Much like Gollum in Lord of the Rings who both loved and hated his "precious" ring, I both hate and love sauerkraut. Like many first-generation Canadians born of European parents, I had "ethnic" (in my case, German) food stuffed down my throat from as early as I could remember. I would come home from school and see that giant pot steaming away knowing --KNOWING!! -- that I'd be eating that stuff for at least two weeks...

And now after writing this I find I'm incredibly hungry.

They're on Our Borders!

North Dakota Found to be Harboring Nuclear Missiles



I wonder how many slack-jawed yokels didn't "get it."

Glory Days...

We just saw Sittler's number being raised to the rafters of the Air Canada Centre before the Leafs-Canadiens game. The fact that number 27's wife didn't live to see this made my wife cry. She remembers all the same games I do from the 70's - Is there any question about why I love her? Ahhhhh, the glory days: Sittler, MacDonald, and Tiger Williams. I always cried my eyes out when we didn't win the Cup...

Photo Radar

From Today's Toronto Star: Police want photo radar brought back


I wasn't going to start off this blog with traffic rants. I've read many that have and will do a much better job of explaining the issues involved but I have to say something about this one:

Speed doesn't kill. Rapid Deceleration kills, usually when that rapid deceleration is connected to an object, like a wall, barrier or other cars. Stop using buzz-phrases.

Erratic, numb-skulled lane changes kill. People who multi-task cell-phone dialing, radio station switching, make-up applying and child abuse in the form of disciplining their little monsters all kill. Stupid arrogant pricks who boast about their superior alcohol tolerance kill. (Your last "kegger" was twenty years ago dipshit!) Soccer moms, in vehicles that are twice as high and three times as heavy as the one driven by the poor dumb bastard they've just crushed, kill. ("I just love that safe feeling that the Navigator gives me when I take little Johnny to camp")

Fast drivers have never scared me. Fast aggressive drivers who see me as their next potential "kill", kill. (Beating me to that last bit of open space that is my only hope of merging is such a triumph of your human spirit isn't it, Dickhead?) Cheap bastards with vehicles that were new before the first shuttle launch that have major body components held on with duct-tape scare me (they really don't care if you hit them)

The last time photo radar was implemented it was nothing more that a traffic-congesting cash-draining (to us, the driving public) nuisance. It was scrapped for a reason.

I'd much rather have red-light cameras, as those idiots deserve to be nailed to the wall...

Enemy of the environment

I drove to work today alone in my car. I was surrounded by others who were also alone in their cars. I played tag with 18-wheelers for a car-length of available space. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Stop. GO GO GO! I called countless drivers countless names and made many silent mental death threats. My finger behaved itself.

Elapsed time door to desk at work: 45 minutes.

If I did it by transit: 1 hour, 30 minutes.

Time saved on 1 trip: 45 minutes
Time saved today: 1 hour 30 minutes
Time saved in a week: 7 hours 30 minutes
Time saved in a year: 17 days 8 hours

I want to take transit: but the train and subway are stealing the minutes, the hours, the days of my life.

The one thing you can't buy more of in this world is time.



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Stupid Assumption

Yes, I know. It's a big assumption that I'll actually do something useful with that time. And I guess I could read...
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Shut up.