Deadlines and Diaper Donnie is Upset

Posted on July 31, 2025 | Leave a comment

Today is July 31st. On August 1st if Canada doesn’t do a deal with Diaper Donnie, he’ll put some horrible tariffs in place against Canadian goods being imported by Americans into America.

Ooooh, we’re shaking in our boots up here. This is somewhere around the fifth deadline this year from The American Pedo-In-Chief, all of which suddenly get extended, or don’t exist anymore. Last night The Grifter, Serial Bankrupt and Pussy Grabber was annoyed that Canada was willing to recognize Palestine as a state at the UN. So he said there wouldn’t be a deal and has also said that Canada is ‘nasty’ to deal with.

Canadians have heard all this crap before and we don’t take kindly to it. Canadians have retaliated with Elbows Up. Canada to US tourism has dropped by 40%, representing an estimated $12 Billion in lost revenue to the US. Grocery products in Canadian stores have slipped by one estimate, 18% of sales. Consumers actively go out of their way to, often, turning US products upside down on the shelves, or going outside to farm gate markets to buy local, Canadian products, or at least not American products, shopping other countries, like Mexico, Brazil, Costa Rica and so on.

Then there is the problems US producers are having: Tariffs imposed by Washington have caused Wal-Mart to raise prices on several hundred products that either are imported, or use imported materials in their manufacture. Ford and General Motors have both said their prices are going up anywhere from $2,000 to $6,000 per unit because parts that make up a vehicle cross borders all the time and the tariffs get applied all over the place.

A good example of Shit-For-Brains not knowing which hole to put it in, is Aluminum. The entire United States of America produces about 600,000 tons of aluminum every year. Cans, cars and aircraft, aside from foil for QAnon Tin Hats are all made with aluminum. Quebec by itself, produces 4,000,000 million tons a year and a lot of it is super-high purity aerospace grade aluminum. Go ask Lockheed where they get the metal for the F-35: It ain’t re-melted Pabst Blue Ribbon Cans.

Electricity is another irritant for The Beauty Pageant Inspector: Most of New York State, Ohio, Michigan and Illinois get their electricity from Quebec and Ontario. Oil? Canada exports about 4 Million Barrels a day to the US. The US can’t even refine their own “drill baby drill’ oil because it is high-sulfur fracking crude that the US doesn’t have refineries able to refine.

Which is why the media coverage of the mythical deadline of tomorrow for a ‘deal’ is a yawn up here. The EU cut a deal last week, which says nothing, is not binding, has no legal status and costs the EU nothing. The Japanese Trade Deal with Mushroom Dick is not even an Memorandum of Understanding, has no enforcement mechanism and does not send a half-billion dollars to the US, despite what he says. The same is true with the groundbreaking deals with Myanmar, Cote d’Ivorie, Ghana and Peru. In fact Ghana a fair-sized chocolate producer is raising their prices significantly for the product, so Hershey’s can go suck it and raise their prices.

It is all smoke and mirrors as the Orange Taint-Stain tries to distract from Epstein and from his failures on the home front. Like rebuilding with FEMA after floods and hurricanes have decimated the US housing construction industry. Masked men in ICE vests kidnapping citizens off the streets. Calling opponents scum (Gavin NewScum) or having his surrogates tell everyone that there is so much prosperity that they can’t even handle it, as well as the six wars that Bone Spurs has personally stopped. Except Ukraine, let’s not talk about that.

Really, it’s Thursday Afternoon. Canada does not care. Same Shit, Different Day and TACO Don won’t do jack. And if he does, well, #FAFO, which is Fuck Around and Find Out.

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Catching Up, bits and pieces

Posted on July 28, 2025 | Leave a comment

It wound up being a few weeks between posts for some understandable reasons. Canada Day I was dropped by a hard, nasty cold. Doctor visits, meds, etc. Felt like a complete bag of shiite for two weeks and even then another week to recover enough to go back to work. No excuses, just illness, but I’m fine and back on the horse.

It’s too easy to finish up a week, park your ass on the sofa and become a farting lump of humanity that only moves to eat, excrete or struggle to find the remote. Then come Sunday around 4 pm, recognize that you’ve blown a whole weekend doing nothing, contributing nothing and accomplishing nothing. We’re making an effort to do ‘something’ every week, so we’ll catch you up with some short snappers.

Wes’ Chips. If you only know french fries from Mickey or the King, we mourn for you and your poor palate. Chip Wagons are indispensable, as they provide a very high quality product. Wes’ Chips in

Arnprior Ontario has been around since the dawn of time. Big bags of potatoes go in the back, perfect french fries come out the front. You can tell it’s the real deal if they ask you “Halfway?” even if it is a size small. “Halfway” to translate from chip truck slang, means, we’ll fill it halfway, hand it to you to add your toppings (salt and malt vinegar please) then you pass it back to the counter person who fills it the rest of the way up. Then you dose the rest of it. It’s not me saying it, it’s a God thing: In Fallopians 3:17, to quote: “The halfway is the way of the Lord and merchant who does not, shall be cast unto the fire” I don’t make the rules…

Countryside. With all the technology grabbing at our eyes, algorithms designed to frustrate, reward then frustrate again, we forget to do the basics. Basic #1 is this: Look out the effing window!

We live in Ontario, which is stunningly beautiful if you look out the window. Drive somewhere, eyes up out the windshield. See the hills, trees, houses, farms, birds, cows, pigs. We joke about the big round white poly-wrapped hay bales as being part of the early marshmallow crop.

Take the back road you don’t know, or tell your GPS voice to get stuffed. It will recalc if you want to go elsewhere, or just go home. Buy some veg from a farm stand. Part of our trip to Lake Huron involved us covering part of the Butter Tart Trail. Destinations abounded and then rewards of butter tarts, several of which are residing comfortably in our freezer for later. Did we see all kinds of beautiful pieces of Ontario that we didn’t know about? Sure did, picked up a couple of t-shirts and shot the breeze with the locals here and there. Even talked with some Americans who were up being tourists. We did welcome them, as we are Canadians and polite. They did apologize for their Toddler-In-Chief and we replied that we like you, just not that asshole. They agreed, we shook hands and life went on.

Eganville. Small town north and west of Ottawa, in the heart of the Ottawa Valley. It’s a ways from the Trans Canada, Highway 17, so it is back in the bush, not gravel roads, but a bit off the usual. A pretty little town on the Bonnechere River and they held their Taste Of The Valley event last weekend. Various artists, weavers, jewelry makers, pet treats, soaps and lotions. Sunshine, food and as added hook, an old colleague of mine from television days (’81 to ’88) lives up that way. We semi-stay in touch over social media but have not actually seen each other for close to 30 years. We dragged our various spouses along, prefacing things with “You both will be bored to shit, as we talk ancient history” Spent a lovely hour and change catching up and NOT boring our spouses. I call that a win.

That is the sort of pleasure of Countryside Basic #1. You never know what will show up, or who will show up. You get to enjoy the scenery, disconnect a bit and share some experiences. Can you do it yourself? Do you have a bicycle, or access to transit? One I’d like to accomplish, probably in the fall, is use a day off, get a day pass for OCTranspo and ride the whole length of the LRT. Might take a couple of hours, north-south-east-west and see the stations, as well as parts of the city I haven’t been to in years. Plus, my taxes are paying for this shit, so I might as well take a ride on it and see what we paid for. I may be pleased, or I may be aggravated. Who knows.

If you’ve got a trip, or an idea, comments are always welcome, but keep the scope close to your home. Yes, I would love to fly to Nepal and hike up a mountain for complete enlightenment, so let’s keep it local and a daytrip.

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Will the Epstein List crush the Toddler-in-Chief?

Posted on July 12, 2025 | Leave a comment

The headline describes the essence of this post, so hang on as we do a quick review, then a prediction or two.

Short form here for the TLDR people. Jeffrey Epstein and his sidekick Ghislaine Maxwell spent many years as investors, model agents and social butterflies among the rich and powerful. There were significant rumours that Epstein and/or Maxwell or others in their employ trafficked very young women to various wealthy and connected people for them to fuck. Young, as in under the age of majority.

Epstein even had a private jet to ferry the girls and the guests to his private island in the Caribbean. Both were investigated and both were arrested for sex trafficking. Maxwell was convicted first and sentenced to 20 years in the crowbar hotel. Epstein was arrested and held in jail before his trial, as he was deemed a flight risk. Epstein died in custody under less than straightforward circumstances, August 10th 2019.

Since then, the US Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation have held the evidence that convicted Ghislaine Maxwell and was going to be used to convict Jeffrey Epstein.  Which leads us to some obvious observations.

Why would Epstein and Maxwell traffic in young women? Answer, to curry favour with their clientele, rich, powerful (almost always) men. Since Epstein was at least on the surface an investment advisor, this could be construed as getting and keeping high-net-worth investors with “entertainment” and favours.

If these entertainments were in keeping with their own particular sexual practices, then so much the better. That the women were not always willing to consent to the arrangements speaks to the trafficking charges. There were several dozen women who testified to being sent on ‘dates’ or to ‘look after’ certain clients who were Epstein’s “friends” who could also help the young women with their ‘careers’ as models. Was there non-consensual sex involved? Yes, and the correct term is ‘rape’. Which is why Ghislaine Maxwell is in jail, the prosecution proved fully in court. It is also why Jeffrey Epstein was next on the docket.

Which means there is a paper trail, documents, notes, meetings, photos, video and the rest of the evidentiary chain. Is there a well-thumbed little black book with all the names, dates, times and physical interactions listed? Likely not, but there is enough corroborating evidence including emails, photos, videos, flight logs, witness statements and physical evidence to make it a slam-dunk.

Prosecutors don’t go forward with charges unless there is a smoking gun and they certainly do not go to trial, especially with high-profile suspects unless they have all the bases covered four times over. There is enough public domain images of Donald Trump with Jeffrey Epstein and various women to state with certainty that Diaper Don knew Epstein and was observed several times at parties with Epstein and several dozen women in entertainment venues. Even dimwitted observers could tell that most of the women were most likely under the age of 21, but were holding what would be commonly observed as alcoholic beverages and behaving in a more-than-friendly, if not flirtatious manner with Epstein, Trump and others. We’re talking about back in the 90’s here and of course up to the 2010’s or even later.

It got to the point where Maxwell had to organize others to procure for her, to introduce the women to Epstein and then on to Epstein’s friends. This means there is an extensive paper and testimonial trail.

Fast forward to Monday July 7 2025. US Attorney General Pam Bondi said there was no Epstein Client list.  Even after several video clips of her saying she has the Epstein files on her desk and was reviewing them before releasing them were brought forward and widely distributed.

Here’s where we get into that peculiar language of lawyer-ese. Is there a piece of paper in Jeffrey Epstein’s certified handwriting, headlined “My Client List of People I sent underage women to for sexual purposes” No. That is what Pam Bondi has said, there is no client list. All the other stuff that convicted Ghislaine Maxwell and was to be used to convict Jeffrey Epstein still exists, but unless you ask for a very specific title or piece of evidence, she can truthfully say there is no Epstein Client List.

If you were to ask, very specifically, for the flight logs for Jeffrey Epstein’s private jet currently registered as N550GP, a Gulfstream 550, or what was called the “Lolita Express” a privately owned 727, then you might get lucky. FAA rules are that the owner of the aircraft must keep these documents, essentially forever. As part of the flight logs (We flew from here to there) is the passenger manifest (And these are the folks that we flew in the aircraft).

Adding two plus two, if you were on a flight from the US to Epstein’s Caribbean island, the likelihood of you being involved in Bible Study, is mathematically insignificant. Not impossible, but highly unlikely.

So it’s not the Epstein Client List that we want: It is the rest of surrounding documentation. Catering bills, flight manifests, emails, voicemails, computer files, spreadsheets and the rest of the evidence that put Ghislaine Maxwell away and was lined up to put Jeffrey Epstein away.

That’s the real ask. Don’t let up on that because there is enough evidence to tie someone important to sex trafficking underage women. That is a line that even the most MAGA brain rotted wouldn’t stomach. Kiddy Diddler.

 

 

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Summer Cold

Posted on July 11, 2025 | 2 comments

Yes it is a contradiction in terms. Summer is hot. Winter is cold. But a cold in Summer? We know that means mass suckage. Which I rolled into on Canada Day and am only now seeing the word recovery on the distant horizon. Chills, fever, lassitude, tired all the time, endless coughing, being a snot fountain and generally feeling like a 6 foot bag of crap that can only sit up for a half-hour at a time.

This would also explain the lack of posts here. My apologies, but when you have a nasty cold, even staring at a screen to write, hurts. We’re now at the “please cough your testicles off every hour” phase. No, it wasn’t Covid-19, I was tested frequently with the brain swab tests, all negative. It also wasn’t pneumonia, again x-rays. It was/is just a big nasty cold.

Yes I am taking vitamins, cough suppressant, expectorant, acetaminophen as needed, plenty of water and resting. No I have not tried taping a live otter around my throat, a mustard and frog-tongue poultice, breathing in hot creosote fumes with a towel over my head and my feet in a bucket of warmed linseed oil or a hot beverage made of tea, gin, milled cream of wheat, capers and pickle juice.

Nor have I tried any of the other strange remedies that are out there and everyone swears cures the malady in mere hours, just like Great-Aunt Esther did in 1911 during the Influenza when everyone else in the village died and only she survived. Please stop.

I’ll be fine in a couple more days. There will be more writing, pix as appropriate and the usual shenanigans.

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Vacation Continuation Pt.1

Posted on July 2, 2025 | Leave a comment

Continuing from the previous post on our vacation to Lake Huron.

While vacationing, one must eat for survival, for simple reasons: If you don’t eat, you don’t shit. If you don’t shit, you die. Dying tends to ruin ones’ day and is a tad permanent.

Food is one of those things that motivate us, not just for sustenance, but for the luxurious pleasures of the table. Combined with travelling about in the area, one seeks out places to dine, if only to find that one undiscovered treasure that only the locals know about. We eschew chain establishments, if only because they are consistently adequate, or are at a minimum, non-toxic.

One place we hit on the out-drive was Butchie’s in Whitby, just outside of Toronto. Andrea Nicholson from Food Network owns the joint and it is named after her Dad. Meat and Three is the staple, so you know the sides are going to be excellent and the meat will make you smile all the way up from your toes. Brisket, done right, no garish sauces, just salt, pepper and smoky low-temp time. Mac and Cheese, perfect and actual french fried potatoes that started as a fifty-pound bag of potatoes, fried and seasoned properly. Burger? Excellent, as expected, char, seasoned, toasted bun, correct condiments and very good coleslaw. Worth a stop if you have to go through the 416.

We use fries as a rudimentary yardstick. If the fries suck, so will the rest of the meal, or at least will have significantly lower expectations. We are of the Belgian or Twice-Fried persuasion when it comes to the humble side. They should never be frozen, but start as whole potatoes. Cut into the size that you desire, fried once at 300 F to almost fully cook the potato, then cooled for a bit to stabilize the starches. Then, cooked to order, (a la minuit) at 370 F to finish cooking to turn the outside into that Golden, Brown and Delicious (GBD) crunch. Seasoned, usually only with salt, as soon as they come out of the fryer then rushed to the diner, hot enough to burn your palate. What to put on them is a longer post with much potential for argument.

Relaxing during vacation time is an imperative. Gazing off into middle-distance, or leafing through your ‘summer’ book is one of the reasons you are on vacation. There is no expectation of profound revelations or astounding intellectual banter. Sometime the most one can hope for is a mumbled apology for farting or grunting if asked if they want another drink. One grunt, “yes” two grunts “no”. This is especially easy when surrounded by friends whom with you have traversed most of the Rideau Canal in a 32 foot cruiser over several days.

Sunsets? Heavens be, we had some glorious ones, facing due west. FYI, these are camera originals, only converted from .NEF to .jpg, no colour correction. There are several dozen more, but these will suffice for give you a taste.

Daytrips are always a fixture. We rambled about, Sauble Beach, a tourist town in summer, home to a sand beach more than seven kilometers in length with delicious white sand. Tourist shops of course, including an old Airstream trailer done up as a coffee bar. Southampton is a charming village town a touch further

south along the peninsula, with a break for lunch. Other trips included an abandoned stone homestead from the earliest days of the area originally built by a prosperous family, but now fallen into disrepair.

A boat tour took a pleasant piece of a whole day, sailing from Tobermory around the large spit of land around the Flower Pot islands and other geologic features peculiar to the area. The Bruce Peninsula is the site of several Parks Canada preserved areas for their geologic uniqueness as well as their wilderness habitat.

Then there were restaurants and brewers. Someone decided that strong cider would be a sound choice, so we did visit a couple of brewers near Thornbury. On the return home, we posit that half the weight of the car was cider in many forms and formulations.

Rambling is one of the lost arts of travel. We’re so invested in getting there, seeing the things on our list and hustling to the next destination that we forget to look out the window and see whatever the hell is out there. In the day we called it following the hood ornament. Since the vast majority of cars no longer have hood ornaments, this is an archaic term, but the concept is to go in that direction, or this direction and whatever shows up, shows up. If we want to stop, we will, or if we’ve discovered a patch of rust belt toxic landfill, we will keep moving. We choose.

As an example, the portrait to the left was done by a high school art student in Wiarton, on found media, specifically a piece of a cardboard box. We had no idea the gallery was hosting a display of the students’ creations, some primitive but showing promise, or this piece that is the result of many hours of diligent study of the form. We didn’t search it out, or Google up “Art in Wiarton”, we just walked into it and spent a few moments enjoying the display.

More highway, more beach and more sand, which sums up rambling. More to come later.

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Our Regularly Scheduled Programme

Posted on June 27, 2025 | 2 comments

We got side tracked a bit by events from the US who did/did not completely destroy/obliterate/dent/modestly annoy Iran’s nuclear capabilities depending on what colour Kool-Aid you drink.

We had intended to cover off some of the vacation, so that’s what we’ll do.

With another couple of long-standing and his Mom we arranged accommodation at an Air B&B on Lake Huron for seven days of disconnection and reconnection with the outdoors. If you don’t know Lake Huron, it is one of the Great Lakes and we were located near Wiarton Ontario right on the shoreline, essentially looking at the halfway point of the thumb of Michigan. Lake Huron is a couple of hundred kilometers wide at that point, so we couldn’t actually see Michigan, but that should locate our Amerikan readers.

Getting there from home in Ottawa would normally be a seven-hour highway drive, door to door, but we had slightly different plans. One of Marylou’s senior colleagues was retiring and there was a going away ‘do’ for the colleague in the suburbs of Toronto, out near the airport. Marylou wanted to be there to wish the colleague well, so we stopped for the evening at a hotel near the restaurant. The fascinating thing with the hotel is that it is located about 500 meters from the PAPI (Precision Approach Position Indicator) for runway 24L at YYZ. As in right in the friggin’ flightpath, just outside the perimeter fence! Looking out of the hotel room window, aircraft are going right over your head. Look downrange and you can watch the landing lights in the ATC lineup stretching back miles on the final approach of several flights per hour. Turkish, KLM, Air France, WestJet, Porter, Air Canada and most of the US mainline carriers whistled by our fourth floor window.

Next day we pointed the GPS at our destination and rolled in a few hours later.

The first thing you notice getting out of the car is the lack of noise. There is no hum of traffic, the steady drone of air conditioners or the usual city sounds of trucks, construction noises or animals making their presence heard. Instead you hear wind moving trees and leaves around a little bit with the coda of small wind-driven waves barely brushing against the rocky shore. Then a gull cry or the sweet chirp of a robin.

The second thing you notice is the air, filling your nose and your lungs. We live in a city, not one with particularly large manufacturing concerns, mostly office folk, so there is no grand evidence of the economy working. The old saying in Cornwall was if the air stinks, then the people are working. (Cornwall had a large papermill for years and years) Ottawa doesn’t do that, but we still have the noticeable pong of a few hundred thousand people moving around each day in cars, busses and transit.

The air at the lake? Cool and sweet, fresh from blowing across the lake. The occasional waft of something like decaying water grass, but natural and welcoming, never offensive or intrusive. The smell of rocks and soil and sunshine, which can never be adequately described, but is so very calming.

That’s the fascinating part of vacation, you feel the city, the stress, the high-performance vibe, the constant striving, grasping and pressure flowing out of your fingertips, dripping on the ground, leaving your body, turning to dust then blowing away in the breeze.

The usual glad to see you, you guys take this room, we’ve got this one, working up a grocery list, how was the drive, did you see the whatever. Unpack, sort stuff out, have a coffee and sit on the deck. Fortunately the couple we’re with are longtime friends and serial vacationers with us, so dialogue is never obligated or forced and long silences looking out the window are expected and respected.

There were a few drives around the area, being near Wiarton, Ontario, we were obligated by our citizenship to visit the statue to Wiarton Willie. For those who don’t know the story, Wiarton Willie is the weather-predicting groundhog, who every February is forcibly taken from his den and shown the sky, while trying to scratch his handlers to death and pissing on everyone in a two meter radius as he is scared stupid and only half awake being yelled at by the gathered not unsubstantial crowd yelling his name. Legend has it, if he sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of Winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, Spring will arrive in a month and a half. Or, it is the opposite?

Facing due West, there were several gorgeous sunsets and naturally, several delicious meals, as our travelling companions are like us: We love to eat good, well-prepared delicious food, savouring in tastes and presentations. We swapped duties back and forth and made sure we dined well every day. There were day trips around the area, including a boat tour from Tobermory around Flower Pot island, an old shipwreck in-shore, viewable with the glass-bottom of the cruise boat and some other tourist sites. Nothing challenging, no zip-lines, no cliff climbing. Simple relaxation.

We’ll continue in the next posting, but for now that’s the setup. More to come.

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The Expected Shitshow

Posted on June 23, 2025 | Leave a comment

I was going to write about our vacation, but events external to us have moved up the list. Specifically the US under Diaper Donald, the Grifter in Chief, launching an airstrike on Iran and the political fallout that is following along as expected.

That the airstrike was well-orchestrated and carried out flawlessly is a given. The mechanics were excellent and as expected from professional US DoD planners, technicians and strategists. No argument with that, very well done. Did Diaper Don have anything to do with it, aside from saying “Go”? Highly unlikely, otherwise his Secretary of Defense, the DUI hire, Pete Hegseth would have told all his friends and the neighbours around Mar-A-Grifto about it. About all Donny did was point at the plans and selected the with one with the prettiest highlighter colour.

The reason he selected it are manifold.

Starters, media and politicians alike are demanding the long-promised release of the Epstein Files, where Donny’s name figures prominently.

Second: The Economy. Yes, it is cratering in the US because the tariffs are actually doing what tariffs do: Raise prices for the end-user consumer. A 50% tariff on steel means that the cost of a new car just bumped up by about $4000 by one estimate and that doesn’t include the cost bump on trucks, trailers, rail cars, kitchen hardware, electrical transmission towers, girders, steel roofs and so on. Manufacturers have refused to eat the higher prices, so they pass them on and often magically add another percentage for the paperwork and government paperwork submissions.

ICE Agents, with full face coverings and no visible identification kidnapping people off the street without a warrant, explanation, or even an polite howdy do. There is one clip circulating where a bystander was trying to take a picture of the ICE agent’s license plate. The Agent pulled his weapon and pointed it at the bystander and told him to back off or die. Another bystander caught the whole scene. There are significant rumours that many of the ICE agents are not even police officers, either local, state or federal regardless of department. Any sworn police officer has to have a warrant card and be able to produce it on request, or a visible badge number and name. These are not agents, they are paid thugs trying to help Stephen Miller get to 3,000 deportations a day, regardless of due process.

The term than comes to mind is Brownshirts (Nazi party thugs, circa 1933) or GESTAPO (Geheime Statz Polizi – Secret State Police) circa 1936.

Then there is the general cluster of morons cluttering up Washington DC, all barking for airtime and the benevolent tweet from the Grifter-in-Chief. By the way, the Trump Cell phone is yet another in the long line of grifts, starting with sneakers, loyalty cards, Citizenship fast-track grifts, watches, guitars and the rest. He learned from Trump Steaks, Vodka, University and Mattresses that licensing his shit means money in his pocket. Maybe he could help pay for E. Jean Carrol’s judgement against him and toss a couple of bucks to Rudi Giulliani. Just sayin…

Then there’s the two flagpoles at the White House, one of which is right in the flightpath of Marine One when it lands on the lawn. Or paving over the White House Rose Garden and not talking about the Qatari 747-800 that he asked for.

So many distractions, and the bombing in Iran is just a bigger distraction with nuclear implications and millions of potential deaths so the Toddler-in-Chief and his fart catchers can distract us from the parade float of everything else horrible that he’s done.

Sorry, but I don’t recall anyone else but Amerika being responsible for all this sewage. Perhaps someone should do something about it.

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Schadenfreude

Posted on June 6, 2025 | Leave a comment

Definition: Literally harm-joy per Wikipedia or taking pleasure in someone else’s misfortune. Which, of course, applies to Elon and Diaper Don spitting on each other like the toddlers they both are.

The piles of lies, which we and other media have pointed out since Trump 1.0, the endless grifting, then Trump 2.0 and DOGE cuts, not cuts, massive savings, um, no, then judges, education, lawyers, health care, retirement savings and the cratering of Tesla stocks. Then Elon pulls the yellow pin with two toxic words: Epstein Files.

The GOP/MAGA inbred folks have never wanted to acknowledge the existence of the Epstein Files, despite the US AG saying she has them and will release them in a day or two, two months ago. They don’t want to release them because Diaper Don is all over them as a guest at Epstein’s Love Island, likely center-punching several underaged women since shortly after whothefuckcares?

The schadenfreude comes with you and I watching all this happen. Now, is this polite and nice? No and we do not care. Trump and Musk who manufactured these crises, disputes, lies and arrests are the causal elements of this complete shitstorm.

We’re getting the popcorn maker down from the cupboard, as now the mainstream media has found their genitals and are starting to do actual reporting.

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Daddy Elon and Daddy Donny are Divorcing (During Pride no less!)

Posted on June 5, 2025 | Leave a comment

If you’ve been following the latest shitstorm out of the US yesterday and today you will know that the MAGA Daddy Elon has said that the Big Beautiful Bill sucks a load of dick. It’s a fraud, a massive lie, will do nothing for Amerikans and will increase the debt by some huge number.

Meanwhile MAGA Daddy Donny has said that Elon was unliked by Cabinet and Barron. Stephen Miller disliked Elon ’cause Elon was shanking Miller’s wife, etc. etc.

Elon retaliated with Trump is all over the Epstein Files and Donny is afraid to release the files and be a documented pedo, as well as a convicted sexual abuser.

Does this not sum up the entire MAGA movement?

Two Daddy figures that everyone must obey, both men, neither particularly bright, or honest.

Two Daddy figures who inherited money and never did an honest days’ work with their hands.

Two Daddy figures who would steal, lie, cheat, fudge, shade, bribe and break any and all laws and then deny they did it, or deny that any of it applies to them, then sue the judge for daring to apply the laws to them.

Two Daddy figures with egos large enough to have separate area codes.

Two Daddy figures who have no vague idea how to maintain some kind of consensual relationship with a female of the species unless they transactionally pay for it, grab a handful of it, or bury the body on a golf course.

Two Daddy figures who have no spiritual aspect to their personalities; one cannot say what his favourite passage in the Bible is but professes bigly knowledge of said Bible

Two Daddy figures who are both grifters on a massive scale, primarily from taxpayer dollars, but also from their economically marginalized supporters.

And so on.

Let us examine the catfight from an independent lens.

MAGA fans worshiping two (!) Daddy figures. That sure sounds CIS gendered to me and isn’t that what MAGA wants? A traditional set of family values ( Note to WordPress, we need a sarcasm font) for the support of Amerikan Family Values! Um, two Daddys?

MAGA fans wanted honest governance to “Drain The Swamp”. They got one who lives and dies on the government subsidies for his EV car business, his space rocket business and his internet business. The other signed +200 Executive orders cutting core government programs, ignoring states’ pleas for disaster assistance and demanded several large law firms pony up millions in free work for him and possibly for the government, or they wouldn’t get ANY federal business, be blacklisted and booted out of every federal building.

MAGA wanted someone to make America Great, meaning respected, leading on the world stage and building wealth beyond measure. The G7 has invited the US to get fucked. Canada, the closest and best neighbour has Elbows Up as the ending of the national anthem, O Canada. Travel from Canada to the US has dropped by 49%, approximately 10 Billion dollars this year alone. The EU said #FAFO and Trump folded like a tissue paper tent in a rainstorm. China said the same thing and the tariffs went from 145% to 15% in a classic Art Of The Deal strategy. The strategy in Art Of The Deal is called “Wave your dick around like a bully then cry like a little bitch when we kick you in the balls and invite you to go fuck yourself”

Folks, Amerika is not Number 1, by any measure, except sheer stupidity. The rest of the world does not trust you, believe you, or even admire you a little bit. Amerika has become a laughing stock. Nobody wants your products or services, in fact many countries have countervailed duties making your stuff too expensive to buy and are encouraging local purveyors of the same stuff, Canada being a good example: Millions of shoppers putting “Made In Amerika” products back on the shelf, but upside down so we know not to touch them. They rot on the shelves and we send them back.

You were promised so much winning. You got two Daddy figures who are getting a nasty divorce, in Pride Month, which is tellingly ironic. They’re spitting on each other like snotty kids in Grade Three.

The rest of the world will welcome you back, personally and perhaps financially, after you get rid of those two Daddy figures. They are your problem.

A majority of you elected them. Amerika is better than this and smarter than this. Your Constitution has the needed provisions. You’ve shown the courage before and you are deep down still brave enough to do it again.

Yes, you got scared on 9/11, we all did, but we’ve sucked it up and so can you.

But YOU have to do it. And we’ll be here once you get it done, but until then, we’re moving on without you.

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Bagels!

Posted on May 28, 2025 | 1 comment

This might start some flame wars, but hey, vigorous discussion is a key to an actual life and this is especially true if the subject has nothing to do with international affairs, politics or religion.

Bagels. The doughy, savory, boiled, tasty baked good. History is foggy on where it came from, but we have had a handheld round-ish baked bread thing that your could stuff in your face as nourishment since 1610, which is historically the first mention. Bagels have a fearsome reputation, each region believeing theirs is the One, True and Only type of Bagel that should be allowed. We’ll do an inventory of the ones I have personally consumed with remarks as warranted.

The New York Bagel: Considered the Gold Standard by people who don’t know shit. I’ve had one, with lox, at Katz’ Deli. They’re good, but it is sort of like watching a Beach Boys Tribute band, but you’re not quite drunk enough. Sesame is the standard and it is fine. Nothing wrong with it, but the hole in the middle is smaller.

The Montreal Bagel: Specifically from St. Viateur Bagel which has kept the original recipe since 1957. It is a little bigger than the NY Bagel, a touch sweeter and has a bigger hole in the middle. The outer texture is crispy, as they are cooked in a wood-burning oven after a 30 second honey-water bath.

Toronto Bagel: It’s a deformed Kaiser Roll with a hole in the middle. Not worth the time to eat, let alone buy. If you have never had a bagel, you could do worse, but expect nothing more than Wonder Bread and all the flavour of the exterior packaging. Toronto Bagels also come in 147 different flavours to try and mask their stale, bland and dissapointing taste.

Ottawa Bagel: If a New York Bagel and a Montreal Bagel had an in-bred family member, this is where you land. Not quite as sweet as a Montreal bagel, hand-formed, with a larger hole than the NYC cousin, boiled, usually in a mix of honey water and lye to give you the chewy, well-coloured crust and then baked on long wooden planks in a wood-burning oven. That’s the ones you want.

Other countries and places have their favourites and styles, but they are but peasants, distant relatives and they owe you money that they will never repay. I include the Chicago style, St. Louis Style and even San Francisco style. We shudder at the possibilities. Mass-produced, machine-made and nationally distributed products exist. If that is what you prefer, then we question your self-esteem and wonder why you are punishing yourself. Show me on the doll where the bad man touched you?

What to have on a bagel? By themselves, fresh, hot from the oven, plain, sesame seeds, poppy seeds, or for a lark, the “Everything” bagel, which has onion powder, garlic powder, pepper and sometimes salt is completely appropriate. Toasted or not is a choice. Sliced or not is also a choice. A bagel sandwich is acceptable as well, smoked salmon, or lox, or egg salad is traditional. So is a half-pound of really, really good smoked meat or pastrami, also hand-sliced and steaming hot. Kale slaw? No, stop that nonsense.

Here’s one I had for lunch today: An Ottawa Bagel (Kettleman’s) toasted with butter, a side of real cheddar cheese with some crispy bacon and sweet bread and butter pickles. Uncomplicated, not kosher, carbs, protein, salt, sugar, sesame seeds. Eat with gusto and a side of good coffee. The credit for this goes to someone lost in time, but her name was Madeline L. Wherever she is, she introduced me to what we call the BBC. As in Bagels, Bacon and Cheese.

Bagel, Bacon Cheese and Pickles on a plate

So now we ask, what is your favourite bagel, flavour, style and sides? Hit comments and away we go.

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