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.
Mason Baveux Goes Oly
We turn the blog over to our pinch hitter Mason Baveux for his, um, unique take, on the Olympics in Sochi. Mason?
Thanks for bloggery Davey as you know I watch er close enough for four people, let alone just meself.
The Openin Ceremonials were what I’d expect from a country what was Commie for so long. It looks like they sold off the producin rights to the drug-addled dope heads what did the French Winter Olys in 1992 in Albertville. There was dancers flyin all over the place while they shot pictures down on the arena floor and then reenacted the Battle of Kursk with flyin rigs and no tanks. Plus they left out the bit about Stalin killin about a third of the population when he woke up from a four-day vodka toot. Not all of us are as forgetful as that, doncha know. Citius, Altius, What the Fookius?
As for Sochi, there were enough stories about rooms without doors, or taps that dispensed hot and cold sewage that I don’t need to bring that back up. Oh and the shots of the main drag in Sochi havin friggin palm trees for chrissakes. Jesus Mary and Gord, do those dough-heads at the IOC not check an atlas before they give up the rights? It seems they got snow alright, if you consider ground up ice that’s sloppier than the ex-wife’s twat to be real snow-snow. Crap lads, hold the Winter Olys somewheres they have Winter. Should maybe write that down as Rule #1.
I was all wound up to report on the Snowstyle Skiing what it is a new Oly sport, when I come down with a case of of the flu what caused me to be on my arse for near close a week. They fed me full of over the counter cold medicine that when mixed up with the rum I was takin for medicinal purposes caused a couple of issues. I think Canada won some Gold Medals there, but all I could see was some girls and a couple of guys fallin down a hill arse over teakettle on skis, what then get a score. Seems you get the high score if you don’t actually die. I think I missed some in there from the medicine, so’s it not the whole story.
I want to take a moment here and talk about the Gay Right thing what was all in the papers before the Sochi Games. It’s like CCM or Bauer for skates. Some like the Taks, other like the Bauers. I’m a CCM guy, so don’t be wavin your Bauer’s at me. And don’t come round with some raggedly ass Nike skates. There just wrong and then there’s Wrong with a capital letter. I’m from the old school of what you do in private is up to you. If you like this or that equipment, that’s your choice and as long as you’re not offerin something I don’t want and are willin to accept a polite “Eff Off” then I got no issue.
When the Russian government and Vladimir Putin gets up on the back legs about the gays not bein gayish in Sochi, then maybe they should look at some of the sports, like two-man luge, ice dancin or Bobsleddin then think for another eleven seconds afore openin your borscht hole. Don’t be a bad host or a bad guest, but if your host is offerin you a roasted goat ballsack covered in chocolate sprinkles, you can just say no, politely and wait for the Chex Party Mix to come by again. A good guest don’t do nothin to offend and the host don’t offer somethin that’s goin to make people angry. A bit of give and take, is all I’m sayin.
Fancy Skatin: Patty Chan did a fine job today, nailin a Silver in the Fancy Skatin and that Japanese 19 year old kid is goin to be a killer come 2018 wherever the hell they’re hostin next. I was confused, or mebbe I didn’t hear right, but one of the Oly commentators said Patrick Chan had a chink in his armour. I didn’t near but laugh my rum across the room in a spit take that Sid Caesar woul’d laughed at and now he’s dead, don’t you know.
Girl’s Ski Jumpin: Holy Fook me! I’m for it.
Cross-Country: Mother of Pearl those folks are fit. I’d like to see them change up the biathalon though. Two loops, one clockwise, one counter, but they meet in the middle where the gun range is. No targets, except your competitors across the way. I think that’d change it up a bit and harken back to the early days of WWII when Finland took on the Russkies and damn near beat their asses.
Tag Team Luge: This’ere a new one, but I think they missed the boat. They should start side by side and be allowed to duke it out on the way down. Sort of like the bike pursuit in the Summer Olys. One chasin, and one runnin away from the other, but we’d have to say no to the spikes in the gloves.
Canada’s gettin’er done over there. And I’s back to the Benlyn with the Codeine and the Captain Morgan chaser. Later.
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