What do you get when you replace reality with BS?

We have a yearly health and safety meeting at our place of work each spring. They invite different guests each year give out awards and basically dot the I’s cross the tees when it comes to displaying due diligence if shit every hits the fan. It’s always on the most beautiful of spring days and it ends up being more sad than informative for me.

If there ever was an exercise on covering your ass our annual meeting along with thousands of others in the province of Ontario would be award worthy.

This year we discussed our harassment policy, certainly one should always be fair and just certainly being a foreman. Trouble is there are always truths to be told, faced and adhered to. Heavy construction doesn’t get done passing out roses, hugs , and political correct BS. Guys stand in mud,water and sometimes human shit up to their crotch and get stuff done. They don’t stand at the top of the trench and say ewww . The best jump in put a smile on their face and give it all they got. They swear , loose their temper, smile and tell it like it is. In a good man there is truth in almost everything he has to say even if he’s having a bad day and like that old dog your grand dad had on the farm ; gets a little snarly.

While I sat and listed to our safety rep massage our brains with our new harassment policy, no one got mad even though they know it’s a bunch of crap. All the men in that room who are the best workers never got hugs and admiration because they stood and watched someone else from the top of the trench. Their sweat and swear words stained the air and soil around every inch of road , every inch of sewer line, they have constructed . You haven’t seen an honest smile till you’ve seen a man smile covered in mud, cement dust, or human shit smile while earning your heartfelt respect.

They are men after all and so many before them worked so hard ,wore out and died without an harassment policy, the bureaucracy of safety, or a trail of paper saying they walked with righteousness and that their ass was now covered. I would imagine most of them would have said they lived a good but hard honest imperfect life.

That’s changing at light speed and now real men fill out reports, stay clean. Give out hugs before work and coddle those that can easily place their responsibility on others. Fueling the need for more safety regulations, safety inspectors, and instructors ;its becoming quite an industry, on the journey to a perfect world where no one ever gets hurt or dies, feels hurt or ever has a bad day,and if your a foreman you sure as hell don't rock any boats.

As I raised my hand in defiance of political correctness and asked sarcastically when our sensitivity training was starting I knew then it’s the beginning of the end. An adherence to an illusion has been fostered by government bureaucracies and we seem only to happy to follow. It has taken hold, and reality is no longer hostage it's about to have a bullet put in its head.


"A viler evil than to murder a man, is to sell him suicide as an act of virtue. A viler evil than to throw a man into a sacrificial furnace, is to demand that he leap in, of his own will, and that he build the furnace, besides."

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged. Part2, III
US (Russian-born) novelist (1905 - 1982)

Just Another Friggin Shame

Sixteen years ago working on a cleaning crew for a large turkey grower, I ran into a pleasant older man who worked on one of the farms. He was for the most part always smiling coming up to you and placing his hand on your shoulder striking up a jovial conversation, and showing genuine concern for who ever he was talking to. This too many wouldn’t be much of a feat, but Gupta lost his only child a daughter to boot in the Air India crash.

I remember the tone of his voice the day we where talking about it, most of the conversation is a vague memory, but I do remember him talking of his daughter, how sad his wife had become, and hearing how it was all hard for such a warm uplifting man to bear, not by his words but by how his tone of voice changed and the look on his face when he talked about the incident and the changes it brought to his life.

I was twenty four at the time and certainly felt for the man. Today forty years old and having two daughters of my own, and over time realizing that genuine inspirations that manifest themselves in the form of good men are such a rarity. I certainly hoped justice would be served or at least finally sought out by our government. Instead it has been stifled by a group of ragtag legends in their own minds, who deserve a righteous kick in the behind. Some it has to be said ,never showed up for the vote (they may or may not have a backbone) and one even had the decency to vote with others in favor of the legislation against his parties wishes staying true to what he believed.

If the current news is correct and legislation was struck down pandering to votes garnered at the recent liberal convention, we really need a set of gallows on parliament hill.

I’m no fan of the definition of terrorist combined with sweeping powers when it comes to determining whose suspect and their detention. However if it gets that bad that they have to collect disgruntled Canadians that are choking on values parroted by talking baby seals that Canadian socialists resemble, the government of the day will just think something up to make it seem on the up and up anyway.

We have sunk that far that a good men striving for integrity and selflessly projecting value onto the people they meet, even while they are under conditions of loss brought on by terrorism, can’t even be given even a genuine scrap containing some sort of closure let alone justice. Instead victims of terror are referred to as a side show.

If you find yourself asking what is happening to society, just look onto those in government that always pander to imaginary victims, and ignore the real victims too proud strong and free to raise a stink but sometimes they politely ask for some genuine concern. More times than not they are never really heard but purposely ignored along with common sense and doing the right thing.

Gupta deserved better, the time I spent with him where occasions of lightness and inspiration. I never thanked him for that I guess I was wishing the government finally would.

God only knows how brightly his daughter could have shined.

Here We Go Again

Ipperwash Documentary

"Wed Jan 17 2007 - A documentary on the history of Ipperwash Provincial Park is in the making. It's expected to be an hour-long "easy to follow" case study that focuses on how the park came to exist. The project that has touched a nerve of some neighbours is funded by slain native protestor Dudley George's brother Sam and lawyer Murray Klippenstein. Klippenstein says he has no intention to be provocative and just wanted to invited people to share their Ipperwash memories. The Ipperwash Inquiry report is expected to be released sometime next month."

Hmmmmmmm wonder what they are up to? At least on the surface looks like its their money paying for it. I don't think it matters how it came to be because at the moment the park is a frigging disgrace, and I don't think white people left it that way?
If it's the Indian's land great, give them their money. Then plant a twenty foot wide wind break of cedar around the place(out of sight out of mind) and brace yourselves for the next generation when they reach in their pockets and find them empty, and who do you think will be expected to fill them.

Their tolerant neighbors.

The London Free Press has more info:

"A letter, hand-delivered to Ipperwash residents from Monica Virtue Productions, a filmmaker from Woodstock, stated this film is to be legally and factually accurate and also “fun to watch."

I bet? It all ...... just seems weird and out of place for some reason. Fun to Watch? About as fun as lancing a gigantic abscess.


"“This is a labour of love,” said Klippenstein, adding this is an opportunity for the facts to be conveyed as to how treaty lands slid out of native hands. He said it has no bearing on the cottagers who live there."

Even more weird..... Is this man related to McGuinty somehow? The first cottage is only fifty or sixty feet from the boundary of the park? We used to smelt fish there, camp , and swim now its a burnt out dump. Hope they include then and now pictures.

Something is in the wind, and I may be wrong but I doubt principle has anything to do with it.

I Thought Women Where Equal?

Found this article in the Sarnia Observer .

"Elizabeth Cumming, 38, of Alvinston pleaded guilty to the fraud that occurred between March 1, 1996 and March 31, 2002. Along with her partner they got $70,000 to which they were not entitled by not reporting all their income."
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"Cumming was given a suspended sentence and placed on probation for one year with the condition she pay the government $60 every month. A restitution order was made separately from the probation order. The restitution amount was set at $15,000."

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"The man had pleaded guilty in November to the same offence and was placed on probation for two years. He was required to repay $40,000."



Funny how that all works isn't it?There might be some mitigating factors but I'm sure both their brains functioned equally. Equality is grand until it comes time for a woman to pay the piper .


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Real Gifts

You awake in the morning not knowing what morsels are going to be found on your plate, or yanked from your grasp. One of life’s pleasures is being open enough to realize the moment some power on high chooses to serve up a delectable treat.

Christmas morning while sitting around in my apartment,with mom and dad , and my two daughters. For some reason that escapes me the subject of communism comes up.

Youngest daughter (Abby 13) – “What’s communism?”

Oldest daughter (Mags 15)- “ Its where if you have lots of money and the government takes it and gives it to people that have less, so everyone’s equal.” ( I was actually surprised she choose to comment).

Me – “Something like we have in this country.”

Oldest daughter –“ No it’s not!!”

Me – “Sure it is , our version ( socialism) is just more polite.”

Oldest daughter- silence………………

It became apparent to me that in my daughters silence, reason and maturity have taken hold. Not in the fact she chose to calmly let the matter drop ( a rarity), but you could tell she was thinking about my reply, and how true it was.

Another seed was planted that they can freely do with it as they wish.

Witnessing my daughter climb another wrung on the ladder towards maturity, was the best gift I got this Christmas.

Merry Christmas

I wish everyone a safe and joyous Christmas.
To those overseas in harm's way God bless and take care.

I'd Leave...... A Pile of Ashes

While driving to work this morning at 6 am listening to the local news, it was brought to my attention some unfortunate families that own cottages on leased reserve land have been told to be gone with their belongings by Jan 31. I also heard on the radio they are to be monitored , by natives while they are removing their belongings.

Well those 40,000 dollar cottage's up for sale on leased land at Ipperwash sure don't seem a bargain anymore.

Could it be that some natives get squeamish when the prospect of a white man setting fire to a place of sanctuary, he built or purchased to keep it from falling into the hands of those that don't deserve it?
Knowing of someone getting screwed two hundred years ago doesn't qualify you for victim status so you can chant "where's my cottage?".
If you didn't build it buy it, or inherit it you don't deserve it.
All you deserve are the glowing embers of another s lost dream.

To those affected or anyone that could be a tire, some diesel fuel , some gas and a match should be all you need, to remove all traces of your existence from sacred Indian land and leave it basically how you found it.

Failing to see the real insanity

A commenter at Small Dead Animals asked the question "Why isn’t something done ?" Pertaining to the murder/suicide that occurred in Toronto this past week. I don’t think it is a case of what can be done. It isn’t a problem that can be undone overnight or with a parliamentary study. We have lost our way, whitewashed traditions and the values that where passed on with a duty by parents or a parent no matter the sacrifice. Expecting many in the media to speak out and scold the shallowness that has invaded the hearts and minds of Canadian parents, is a pipe dream. The problems rests in the hands of fathers and mothers, and as individuals they must pass on the common sense and devotion adults hopefully taught them as they grew.

The left as always will embellish a real tragedy , with a multitude of reasons . While standing as the only real entity with any understanding. They will blame anybody or anything that symbolizes strength or security. Like a child they will try and hide the damage done by their progressive and insight less policies and either they are skilled at looking innocent or the Canadian public are just to sheepish , or drained of intellect to perceive the road liberals have paved for them.

Things will change when all of society takes a stand. Not just the vocal(usually victims and their masters) in Toronto ,Vancouver or Montreal, but by those from the fringes where common sense is nurtured like a garden , and the individual groomed to freely partake in life with a sense of responsibility no matter what gender they are.

We have let this country be legislated into a grey void.So far, I believe it is easier for many to carry on oblivious , asking pointless questions they already know the answers too. They are either unwilling to spend the time quietly thinking and reaching a clear and steady understanding on their own, or they are too afraid to face the facts.

We have been led to overlook life, our duty to it, and the natural consequences that flow from it. The honest peaceful moments we fail to embrace tightly and cherish , the hard bitter moments we try to run from and hide with denial and excuses, never garnering wisdom or strength : a contemporary liberal trait .

So when a woman reaches the point of insanity , instead of looking on her child with a timeless grace and letting her soul fill with hope and reason, she holds him tight and jumps into space … to their death.

What do we get in return from one of the scholars “women are almost more gentle“?

Almost isn’t a difference when it comes to dying their dead.

Maybe the wrong people are jumping?

The Pied Piper.

What's wrong with this?

Hey Liberal women's caucus , I have a hint for ya, if you think fathers would like you to be a role model for their daughters, your sadly mistaken. For one thing I'd like mine to think with their head not their crotch. Oh and here is a pic of my girls preparing homemade gnocchi for Sunday dinner(they may actually be barefoot).
What a terrible thought my intelligent young ladies someday pregnant and barefoot cooking Sunday dinner for their family, with a smile on their face. I don't know maybe that beats chasing some ladies husband for happiness and a sense of self?
One of the main reasons I do this on Sunday is that maybe my girls will take one day out of their busy week as mother's someday to notice how lucky they are, and pass it on to their family in their bare feet, and flour covered face. I don't see it having anything to do with government handouts, or equal rights. Nothing trumps a sweet proud woman barefoot, pregnant and cooking anyways. Its not rocket science........ simple things that really mean something to the soul usually aren't.

Succumb to the $ea$on

I'm not trying to be cruel , well maybe I'am a little . For those of you that hold out to the last second to get in the Christmas mood I'd thought I'd share a wee bit of the Christmas spirit early.
Yes I live in a basement apartment, but not with my mother, and I usually blog (when I do) in my pajama's ( Warren).

Days Forgotten

Darcey has a story up about a man catching a HUGE catfish which is remarkable in itself, but what I found most interesting is a story left in a comment from Fergy.

It left me to thinking how many boys these days get to go off by themselves and explore the neighbour hood stream, river or pond?

I can relate to Fergy’s story involving the big purple beasts called channel cats. The excitement , real innocent excitement as natural as a sudden thunderclap, and so eye opening you can look back years later and remember that day and unlock those wonderful feelings and memories of what it was like to be a innocent life loving boy.

I can still see those days spent back at Roder’s pond fishing for sunfish, and seeing the big looming black shape of granddaddy bass lumber close by the shore with four or five boys all chasing it casting to beat the band never being blessed by a strike. We camped their the first night Friday The Thirteenth ( number 1) played and the older boys from town scared the shit out of us, and I even kissed my first girl there (Candy was her name) and god was I innocent and stupid. I guess though that’s how nature intended it all once upon a time. Just like the day my cousin made a cast out in the middle of that two acre pond and got a bite, set the hook and eventually brought to shore a beautiful purple channel cat. Who would belief us, a channel cat this big from this pond in the middle of no where, we thought? All we had to do was land it.

Somehow I was delegated to grab the beast only knowing to well those barbs built in to the fins hurt like hell , and that was just from little bull heads. As I pictured the barbs from this big “cat” going clean thru my hand I reached out gingerly to grab the leviathan, but missed it - then the line broke and the beast defiantly slipped back into the deep. As if to say sorry you little shit’s better luck next time.

I can’t exactly remember the colorful words sent my way, if I remember right, they where very colorful, and I survived.

All this near a pond deep enough to drown in at the age of 8 to 13 and never an adult, a fence, or warning sign around we where just let be as boys, to explore.

So we could dream and weather the storm when we became men.

"Your" Kids, Lube , And A Lefty

I’ve been rather at peace when it comes to my oldest daughter who’s just entered grade 10, and my youngest who has just entered grade 6, but its posts like this one that I read over at Dust My Broom that remind me that the important moments to pass knowledge onto your children are at an end when they reach an age , and social status where their own individual free-will, will be the deciding factor when their life turns into the crap shoot of personal choices. Which is fine and dandy, trouble is there are those on the left side of the spectrum that see no boundaries , or the big picture when it comes to teenagers and their sexuality. The real kicker is they think they know best, while frowning on trying to get your kids to see that life is the ultimate teacher ,that the best defence is learning by watching others make mistakes and the reasons for them , so its best to try and think your way into only making the small ones while accepting them.That’s child abuse to the orgasmic mind of a lefty.

The left gets stuck on the big O , and feeling good and somehow think that’s a lasting enlightenment. I knew once my girls left their catholic school they would be dealing with the “cool” types you know the ones that laugh teaching my girls how to give a good blowjob- “something to be so proud of.” Yet they fail to see dad covered sex in a general way three years ago, because he knew those skilled at undermining tradition would come a calling like banshees on crack, only to willing to pass on the non exsistent virtue of jumping off a cliff with everyone else.

Sex is great , its spiritual , so is oral sex is isn’t taboo - WHEN YOUR ADULT ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE IT. Its not all fun and games , and if you want the real thing -the spiritual wow factor you have to be a thinker, not a what’s the difference between sheep shit and liquorice balls type of teenager .
That’s what I tell my girls. It doesn’t pain me thinking of my girls having a sex life , its hoping their woman enough to experience its soul stopping grace, in a committed relationship.

What pains me is these idiots that don’t have a damn “red cent” invested in my daughters lives as they make the LONG journey evolving into women, wives, or mothers and finding real earned happiness while being a benefit to their community not a blob of cells that lives for the next orgasm. I’ve warned my daughters that having calluses on their knees is no badge of honour. I’ve told them one day they have to choose and they will be hearing many different views that will be the total opposite of dad’s. They have always been FREE to think on their own because they have always known their actions lead to consequences that THEY will bear, so choose wisely because dad will not be standing in front of them as a shield, or ready to catch them until after they have fallen when they themselves chose the path to follow when directions have always been given up to the point “cool” idiots tried to take the helm .

Here’s what I said in the comment section over at Dust My Broom;

“I realised something upon hearing some snippets from my nephews first class dealing with sex in high school, taught by a lady from the county health unit. People like her have nothing at stake other than being a cool adult friend that has no opinion on the negatives of sex other than aids and the like, and have no intention of being around to pick up the pieces when their logic and soft morality helps pull the “pin of a grenade” in the middle of a family.
They remind me of drug dealers.”

So I thought.” hey I haven’t asked my daughter in awhile what she was learning at school when it came to sex ed, and who was teaching it?”

“She replied Mrs so and so SHES SO COOL!” , she got in a huff when I asked for more detail she replied “ there is nothing about morality dad !!”

I rest my case, and instead of beating my head against a wall, I am fearful but content letting morality let its context to a peaceful life hit home with my daughter some time in the future, as it surely will.

Sadly the shallowness of our society easily permeates the teenage mind at times and my daughter is at the stage where she drifts from thinking maturely , to thinking like she is in grade eight again, and that’s the realm where Mr and Mrs “cool progressive” like to reside in. They don’t mind taking the easy way out and being a teenager themselves, they enjoy that more than getting old and wiser.

I tolerate it, what else can I do as my daughter will chose, she’s at the beginning of that point in her life. I have had my time its not over but my influence is contained to moments in the past when its comes to my daughters reflections on which path to follow.
Any new moments where I have something to add only come now when she’s ready to accept them.

I just state the wise option where cool doesn’t have much merit, and let life and brain matter collide or hope it does, the left well they are reserved to collison's of the groin areas where all the thinking thats needed is the ability to don a condom.

Its amazing those on the left fail to see all those young "women" pushing buggies, with dad(?) or maybe a better term pretend "man" walking beside them, and the most important thing is missing, it is their smile? Why would that be?Other than well we where too horny to use protection?
Could it be life as they know it sucks when reality slapped them upside the head?

I think so, poor kids all three of them, and the "teachers" too cool to reenforce parental reality.



To those parents feeling like "the utopian world" is ready to undermine the structure you've tried to pass onto your children, reality will prevail.

Sunday Banter

Its Sunday and I wonder how many kitchens around the country are starting to smell like heaven today as a woman (or a man) sweats by the stove listening to her children , or are watching them come to the front door herding their brood through it . It must mean so much seeing your family progress through the years until the next generation gets ready to firmly take the reigns of life while you find the strength to let yours go with dignity and a sence of accomplishment.

One thing I have learned growing up in a small community, in a home with a strong mother, and father is that the simple things in life matter much more than the material things. Mom having a home cooked meal ready every night, simple vacations, Friday night bonfires in the backyard roasting wieners I could go on and on.

Mom ruled with an iron fist, dad was actually the gentle one. I could complain that hugs where in short supply but for some reason common sense dictates that the love she had for me was shown with the devotion she has for our family, and her husband. She is a lion that hasn't wavered much, she says it like it is, LIVES with her imperfections and she puts many “intellectual” feminists to shame.

In hind sight when I hear a feminist ramble on into an intellectual rant against men and the society that “beats women down”, I have to think of my grand mother. She married a man that became a drunk, a bootlegger, a gambler, basically a very selfish person that cared more about himself than his family. He lost the farm gambling, and crapped in his pants regularly (drunk), basically he was a sick man.
Sorry if I seem disrespectful towards this particular grandfather, as his nature dictated I and his family owe him nothing.

Now what did my grandmother do? Divorce him? Nope, she stayed and raised five children; I can’t recall hearing stories of her complaining either. Though she did have the last word, on her death bed. I don’t think grandpa took the cold hard truth very well, I almost think it was the first time in his life he had a look at himself - his real self, and the pain he caused from his selfishness (he actually quit going to the hospital, truth hurts). What a deep lesson to learn late in life, taught not by a feminist but by a woman that went the whole mile for her family. She was never the victim; she bore her burdens, smiled, spoiled me as a grandchild and applied the same love equally (traditionally) to all her children, and grandchildren.

That’s right in a time when there where no social programs for women in situations like hers, or support groups my grandmother smiled, lived her life and laughed. In hind site she taught us a valuable lesson. The same lesson she passed on to her children; to embrace the simple things in life and love them. She never needed pity, or entitlements she was to busy being a mother and running a family.
Her happiness was found in her children and her grand children, Sunday dinners, warm spring days, smiles, her garden, many things.
Feminists could learn something from these women from the past. Who slept in the beds they made, or at the very least where aware of their poor choices.
I don’t think selfishness is a virtue when it comes to a mother and father and their family.
Luckily where I grew up it wasn’t anyways.

It’s uncanny the devotion to family my mother shares with her deceased mother and law.
Actually I’m hoping some will rub off on my two daughters that hopefully will make wise choices most of the time as they grow in a society under assault by moral relativists and their ilk, and take the time when they are older to speak out at those that resent personal responsibility, and may they have little time to whine and complain about men, or themselves being a victim because like the women before them in this family, they too can stand straight and say their piece and lay it out raw for those that know them to digest, while taking the responsibility for themselves and who they are.

They certainly aren’t weak, know the difference between wrong and right, and realise life isn’t a bowl of cherries, but many moments of it can be. And those fill your soul.

My grandmother showed her love for me in so many ways, I can still see her smile like it was yesterday, and like all good women it was the widest watching me devour her home cooked meals, especially her pot pie, macaroni salad, or the jello she always took the time to lovingly cut into perfect squares, even while married to a selfish drunk she picked .Thats a woman that let beauty shine and made sure someday you'd know you helped her find it. My mother does the same to her grandkids , the one difference dad surrenders to his wife and his family never himself. Its been beautiful to watch , and at the same time hard as Dad has CLL and you can see moms concern at times when she lets down her guard, but they still charge on with a smile, and a graceful understanding of how things are.

If you pull back the curtains and peer into life , you'd see beauty exists in harsh realities.

Just like it is

Well I have to apoligize to anyone thats stopped by here lately, only to find the same post up for sometime. Lifes been copasetic of late and I find my time is spent idling along with lifes basic chores. I haven't had to dwell deeper into my soul to tolerate the lefts drivel or their attempts to hijack the natural progress earned peace of mind brings to a society . I guess I should address my bad grammar , and terrible proof reading at times they are what they are I'm sorry to say , and to be honest at the moment thats me. Not that it won't change, or progress into something more developed it probably will. I guess I'm apoligizing if you feel I'm cheating in some way or pretending though I do have points to make . Even though I'm a ditch digger (really) and proud of it .I've watched generations work hard , wear out , and meet their maker. Whats more nobel than that?

Looking back and being aware of the present ,while we are looking for the big purpose the million dollar question its important we don't forget tradition, where we come from , and why things are the way they are with reasons that all share simple answers. All it takes is faith love, devotion , acceptance of imperfections, a multitude of beautiful reasons that bend the mind like a steady summer wind bends stalks of grain ,to reflect the sun like threads of gold.

Thats just the way it is.

Don't screw with the bee's

To me it seems simple when you look at Israel and its less than hospitable neighbours, sure some of the reasons for all the hate get complicated and slightly grey.
However reading about the recent conflict reminds me of the time when I was much younger when my friends and I where poking a yellow jacket’s nest at the back of my parents house for fun.
The yellow jackets where just going about their business of collecting food and keeping the hive healthy, that is until we decided to hammer the area their nest was located and then run seeing who was the first to get stung. Someone always did, and we eventually grew up with a respect for any insect with a stinger especially wasps.
It doesn’t take much brain power to see the similarities between Israeli’s and bees, dunderheads poke their “nest”, and they take flight and repeatedly “sting” those with the sticks.
Just like bees Israeli’s would like to just go about their business, but their always seems to be one dumbass that needs to poke their nest, or swat at them.
Myself I hate standing beside someone that has to swat at a bee just because it’s flying around them, why? Well sure as shit they swat I get stung.
Just like the civilians that are dead on the Lebanese side of the border they happened to be standing to close to those that like to swat, its as simple as that, sad but simple.
Trouble is some people never seem to learn.

Benchmark Moments

Its times like these – hot Sunday afternoons, when the girlfriend’s headed home, or my girls are not around or are soon headed home to their mothers that I go into neutral mode contemplate life, and thank my lucky stars for all the simple things life has taught me to enjoy and cherish.

I’m a lucky son of a bitch, my kids have never been a terrible burden, they have carried more weight on their shoulders then they had to, and even when I’ve told them to take it easy and relax they still look at some things in life with the seriousness of someone twice their age.

I’ve never had to hear one bad parent- teacher interview (although there has been one bump maybe two that I will try to address later). To be honest I’ve actually had teachers look at my ex wife and I with disbelieve that we are so blessed, I kid you not.

I’m not bragging I’m giving public thanks for my good fortune with my daughters.

They have bestowed a gentle responsibility upon me. I’ve been lucky as a father of daughters to experience a metamorphosis of beauty a steadfast adherence to a healthy innocence, and a rising grace in my daughters over these past 15 years.

It all started with a purple screaming baby we named Maggie , I must have held her it seemed for an eternity and I just cried tears of wonder and joy and looked into her eyes. I used to fetch her come feeding time and in the moonlight that little cute loving smile would melt my heart with its innocence and heavenly honesty, as I reached down into her crib to deliver her to her mother.

Then ten minutes later she would re-enact a scene from the exorcist and spew projectile vomit four feet across the room- thank god the eruption would start with a belch from hell. Before long at the sound I learned to be across the room out of range.

Maggie grew like a weed, and it soon became apparent her heart seemed to be made out of gold. Her hard work at school always was apparent, along with her love of girl chatter that matched her hair color. It wasn’t up until grade seven, that some real negativity had to be confronted and squashed. That day I must say was a soul shaking experience for me, as it was my daughters first taste of pure disappointment from her father in who she thought she was, and that she was stepping onto the wrong path in britches she wasn’t near ready for yet.

It was a meeting she apparently wanted with the teacher herself and initially just her mother, my instincts told me I should also attend and I did. Maggie seemed to think her teacher was rather hard on her, my thought on that was so….. It was probably deserved after all she was a student in Grade 7 and life is like that learn to live with it.

Anyways I was a good ditch digger, small town , things are conservative dad and kept my emotions in check until the teacher made the attempt to be politically correct and give my daughter the chance to state her ( that I determined by know) trivial and adolescent concerns.


I then became rather agitated as the righteousness of the situation evaporated into a scene from liberal prime time. I then had to tell my daughter in no uncertain terms that her teacher seemed like a nice guy to me and she was in class to learn, and if she continued with this attitude (at twelve) she would be uptown pregnant wasting her life with the other spoiled brats that thought they knew everything and had nothing to learn. After I was done dressing her down, the pivotal moment came, which I think decided the course of my daughter’s maturity, the ability to mature, and the ability to face her own morality. That moment was derived by my ex wife by fours words “your dads right Maggie”.
I shudder at the thought of having one of those less intelligent, hell with what’s right type of women, that would have sided with my daughter. Then it would be me surrendering to a chaos that I would only win against if I sunk to its level something I would never do, as life looms over those that fail to see things are arranged in ways for a reason so we learn and become valuable men and women, assets not liabilities.


I never got a hug from my daughter that afternoon as we parted and after as I took along walk at the local beach. Searching my soul I came to the conclusion as I most always have that I made the right decision “forcefully holding” my daughter face down over the abyss she was in danger of creating for herself, and my ex wife helped her have a good look that afternoon as well.

I then stopped at my mom and dads and wholeheartedly apologized for the hell I put them thru when I was a late teen; of course they lovingly said that’s alright.
I’ve always got off so easy.
I see that day as the start of my daughters surrender towards reason and an awareness of the harshness of life when we skip steps in our thinking and just become selfish.

Myself I learnt just how my parents must have felt, when I behaved the same.

One thing about families that are aware and honest, valuable lessons wait for all involved to learn from.

Today two years later I was privileged to sit down at a table at my daughter’s place of work (her first job) with my parents and my girlfriend and listen to her boss say very pleasant things about my daughter.
As my daughter waited on our table, I looked into those wonderful love filled eyes- the same eyes fourteen years ago that twinkled in the moonlight along with her smile from her crib, just for me and again I was reminded of all the beautiful things many fathers miss.

Passenger dares helmet law and PETA

Today while driving down 40 HWY on the way to the better halves new home in Wallaceburg , we where passed by a Harley. Not unusual, that is until the passenger pulled into view and ever so nonchalantly looked over as if to say...... what?



On stopping at the next light Allison and I splitting a gut laughing, manage to lightheartedly ask the question "shouldn't his passenger have a helmet", the driver replied with a big grin,"he's working on it."

"Learning" the hard way......... almost

Reading about the foiled terrorist plot, only leads one to believe this country is but a shade of what it was. The cities and their desire for enlightenment that blinds reason and responsibility muddy the waters of reason and fortitude.

I feel sorry for urban conservatives, and classic liberals that reside in the middle of bastions that sleepwalk believing in “Canadian values” manufactured by modern liberalism.

It’s ironic that you find more people expecting to be protected from their own stupidity by government, yet sit on comment boards and talk of the complexity and the grey shades of the problems three tonnes of fertilizer could pose to their backdoor?

They see reason in one ton homemade bombs, yet still want justice served?

They cannot find clarity unless they waste enough time until it shows itself to them rather blatantly. Just watch the MSM complicate the matter while they scratch their heads, its breathtaking.
How did we ever help win two world wars?
How have we even got this far as a country?
Could it be progress in this country when it comes to reality has been downward, the last thirty or so years?
We have become so touchy feely, so guiltless individually when it matters, that as a group we are seen to be people that wring our hands and see sorry as the only answer to terror to make up for it. A terrible weakness.

By group I mean liberals, and socialists that expect to live in a country devoid of any positive values when it pertains to an individual and a real contribution to their country. Well expecting not be bothered by cowardly violence even if it means their values lead to chaos and anarchy, as reason built on clarity and an expected personal responsibility is hard to find in a “solurbian”* mind.

Vigilance it seems when it comes to personal liberty ends at the end of a body part used in sexual gratification, or the end of a spliff. Notice also these same personal freedoms help mask the corrosiveness of reality that has existed since the beginning of man (however he came to be).

The ironic fact sadly is that those that hold on to spoon fed values powerful solurbians have fed to us for so many years, live in the center of a terrorist bull’s-eye, and can’t see the symbiotic relationship they have placed themselves in.

Natural selection is a bitch, I suggest they deal with it.


Solurbian – liberal or socialist living in an urban center that would rather roll over and die rather than call a spade a spade.

Some gas for the fire

Any bets when bullets will fly at Caledonia? Terrible thought you say, maybe so?

The real hilarious moments in this whole debate are the property owners that feel guilty enough to side with the natives. I do wonder how they would feel surrendering their home and property? I'm sure if things continue on this haphazard course they may get their chance to be altruistic and merrily take one for their country.

We can debate the virtue of peace , and being a “victim” till the cows come home, but what will change? McGuinty and his back from the living dead minion are only out to appease those that can’t exist without a hand up.The property owners affected?Well sorry for your luck patience it seems is a liberal virtue and a “Canadian Value”.When it comes to a liberal government “sucking” on a minorities schlong that’s all their good for these days whether it’s terrorist organizations or natives in Caledonia. Wrong is right- right is wrong thats their motto.

Don’t make waves god forbid, peace and goodwill and all that crap. This wouldn’t be so bad if the fact it would all end for a good amount of time, and everyone basically existed toiling on different paths headed in the same direction , and respected each other for that.
Trouble is “spare the rod spoil the child” rings true in this case and for generations to come.

However colour trumps logic, good sense, and the heart of the matter. Not to the “white trash” (me included) we seem to think the natives have it in them to rise up and make something of themselves .Governments don’t and either do some Indians themselves.

So the residents of Caledonia are at impasse, how many weeks now have they been asked to eat shit? They don’t really have a choice when it comes to the laws of the land when they are being ignored.

I know…. I know the natives have been eating shit for 200 years, one difference though all it takes for them to change their diet of “crap” is to hold their own spoon , get out of their imaginary high chair and feed themselves a healthy dose of pride. The “whitey’s” either sit back and continue choking on McGuinty’s liberal B.S. or start making some noise like they did this morning. Of course to some that makes them no better than the Indians, but I say they are standing up for all of us that don’t want to be waiting for the next episode of a “Land Claim Near You” brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood peacenik liberal. That would sell YOUR farm for a little momentary peace. After all you kids hard work can cover the next land claim down the road ten years from now.


That’s progress heh? Do we wait for the (entitled) natives to get it? Wait for governments to give it all away , at any cost even for the wrong reasons. When “private property” becomes no more than a native bargaining chip and governments spit on those that own it shouldn’t more than patience be expected by land owners and residents affected by whats happening. I’m not suggesting bullets need to fly, but I certainly would understand anyone who has lived and paid taxes on their property being a very loud pain in the ass to those that want to take it . Especially when the law has been abandoned and their security and maybe the one reason they charge on every Monday comes into question by people of a different race and colour, and those in government that exist in their own Utopia , the working man never has time to fathom because its a fantasy in their world.

Maybe peace isn’t going to cut it anymore? Maybe a gigantic mass of non-natives (stupid word) whites rolling silently at a steady pace across Caledonia's no mans lands in a clear direction will send the message to whiners that really on a grand scale are worthless (they seem to think so) along with the governments that forget diapers are for babies that they are not going to stand for actions that bring life as they know it to a stand still…... after all we all are paying our dues to life an honest life in this country, and don't ask for much.

Choices are becoming fewer and far between to the working masses and when does the price become to high to pay for whats delivered? Maybe its time the signal enough is sent…….. LOUDLY to counter Liberal inaction, other than their sale of our values that have built this country and once where held in esteem by all parties in government once upon a time.

We are watching the citizens of Caledonia being spoon fed shit and they are saying it is , rightly so.Even when the government thinks its apple pie. So far they have been just holding their nose.

Do you want to wait for your mouth full ?

H/t - Kate
H/t - Darcey