Whiny Bitch alert

Well, at least I'm not Wesley Crusher.

Anakin Skywalker

Springfield, USA

For those of you trying to find your way to Troy McClure's Springfield Heights estate for disgusting fish-fetish parties...

The big map of Springfield, USA

Bitch

It wasn't too long ago that I was lamenting the loss of Sheila Copps, because her insane leftist rantings and willingness to spend public money on her vanity projects was always good for a rant or two.

But for every idiot that stumbles and falls, another will arise to take his or her place...



How 'bout an apology for idiocy?



It surely is, Miss Fruit-Loop. Guess somebody told you to take a hard line, rather than the pathetic backpedalling you did last time.



The issue, of course being that the bleating sheep of Mississauga-Erindale keep giving you a soapbox from which you spew your vile anti-U.S. venom, without punishment or hindrance, and that your party hasn't seen fit to toss your sorry ass to the curb.


AND THEN: Jon at Blogulaciousness posts the full text of Carolyn's email response, in which she shows the world her incredible superiority, vanquishing all her opponents and declaring herself the all-knowing expert on all things idiotic and missle-y...

What ever happened to Discretion?

I'm kind of seething at the moment.

We Germans have a term called Schadenfreude:



Someone today had the gall and poor taste to question me about my financial situation - unprompted and completely blindsiding me in what was, up until that point, a friendly social occasion - because I've been on parental leave, moved my family to B.C. and managed to balance everything without having a job yet.

This is not a nosy relative. This is not someone I've signed contractual papers with or taken a loan out from (which would justify a bit of nosiness.) This was not the RCMfuckingP or Revenue and fucking Taxation Canada. This is a friend I thought until that moment had a bit of tact and judgement.

How does one deal with the question? "Mind your own fucking business" is too little, too late, because at this point the jolly happy little gang will start to whisper about how "stressed" you seem, and how "concerned" they are for your "welfare," all the while doing secret calculations about how much your wife's dead father left her, what you sold your house for, what you earned for how many years minus the appearance of new vehicles in your driveway, etc. etc. Once the question is out there from a close friend, the damage is done.

The only motivation to ask such a question would be to see if I had any "problems." Hence my suspicion of Schadenfreude.

Why the fuck do you need to know? How the hell does this make your life ANY better? Do you realize how uncouth this question is and how such a question asked in such a way DIMINISHES you in my eyes? For it has, my friend. It has.

From my wife's collection of choice Italian that explains my feelings about this and you.



Am I making my point here?

I am Barton Fink

I first saw the movie Barton Fink after watching and loving Raising Arizona also by the same writer/director combo Joel and Ethan Coen.

I hated it. It made me uncomfortable. I didn't get it, nor did any of the descriptions handed to me by various critics make my suffering any less as their explanations failed to find the mark with me.

What the hell was this movie about? And then a short time after that a friend told me the simple secret that unlocked the meaning of this movie for me...

It's about writer's block.

It was written by two guys who were suffering from writer's block on another project (my favourite gangster movie, Miller's Crossing) and provides as convincing a vision of Writer's Block Hell I think I'll ever see.

You see, I am Barton Fink. Metaphorically, of course.

It's getting harder and harder to come up with anything original to say. It's getting harder and harder to get mad at things I can't change, which was one of the reasons I wanted this site in the first place.

I find that I'm reading quite a few good blogs out there with entertaining, intelligent ORIGINAL content, and a truckload of other crap sites that are imitating the hell out of them, badly, I might add. I wonder what people think of this site when they pass through when something they were interested in turns up on the search result.

Does that mean I'm shutting it down, packing it in, taking my ball and going home? No...but I do have some thinking about what I want to do with this site, what I want it to be...

There are many blogs that do news better than mainstream media.

There are some bloggers who are more scathing than any foul-mouth stand-up comic that I've ever heard.

I have to figure out what I have to offer you, gentle reader to want to be here reading this site, and whether I have what it takes to provide it.



Then again, maybe something will make me mad tomorrow...

A Good Question

Rue's asked a question. A good one, that I think deserves an answer. C'mon Lefties! Justify the hate-on you have for W:



Why is W hated so much more than Bush Sr. or even Ronald Reagan?

Red Ensign #4

...is at BumfOnline.

Draft Dodging Memorialized

In the ever-growing need of society to memorialize absolutely every damn stupid group that ever lived upon the planet:

Draft-dodger memorial to be built in B.C.

I'm starting to remember the sheer amount of touchy-feely claptrap that goes on in this province.



Tribute? 'scuse me, but don't you actually have to do something NOTEWORTHY before you are paid tribute? I mean all the draft dodgers did was run scared to the border because they were afraid of getting shot.

That is not courage. That is not tribute-worthy.



Courage? Vietnam War resisters actually stayed and fought for their country by fighting for change, even if that meant jail and martyrdom. Herb Gott of the CBC in 1967 explained the difference.

I believe that this is a picture of Mr. Romano. Shocking, but he appears exactly as I envisioned him. The stench of patchouli oozes from the page. Like the '60's man. Far out!

Draft dodgers made a choice to run. Live with it, man. The fact that Carter pardonned the losers in '77 means that they've got more than they deserved.

The true concientious objector stayed and faced the jail time, because he was doing what he BELIEVED was right. Running away is hardly brave, and should hardly be commemorated.

What do they want now? Medals?

Cowards.



This better not have been funded with taxpayer money.

Well, Toronto's Boned then isn't it?

Kerry would close U.S. border to Canadian trash

And you thought Toronto stunk during the garbage strike of '02. I was next door in Mississauga and whew! did it ever make me want to retch...

I smell the stench of protectionism in the air. Oh, I'm sorry. Did my fellow Canadians think that they'd be part of the giant lefty group hug? That their so-called "support" would result in some kind of consideration from Mr. Flip-Flop?




So Kerry is supposed to be a "friendlier" president for Canadians to deal with?

And you thought the beef and softwood lumber disputes were bad...

Martin's in town

Cabinet Arrives Today

I guess this shows how much I'm paying attention to the local scene here in the beautiful Okanagan Valley. The PM and his accomplices were able to sneak into town without me having enough over-ripened tomatoes at hand.