Thursday, March 26, 2009

Creative cities seek solution to potholes

With increasingly hard times and crumbling roadways before us, a modern city requires faith. Visions of smooth pathways to work and fried chicken haunt our crumbling dreams.

At a recent workshop, somewhere in the bowels of Chity Hall, solutions of heroic initiative were sought.

"Infrastructure", the mantra, was chanted.

A stomach growled.

A cell phone vibrated.

"Let's order some takeout," suggested the Deputy Mayor.

"Creative cities demand creative thinking!" exclaimed Gord Hume.

"Fast food restaurants must be held responsible for the excess weight on our roadways!" demanded Gina Barber.

"Companies which target a people's most fundamental desires must pay for their exploitation of human need," extolled Susan Eagle.

The problem was solved.

Colonel Sanders appeared and all were refreshed.

London requires the repairing of potholes by those responsible. In addition to the payment of fines, the guilty parties must be forced into humiliation. They shall be required to write their names in chalk on the afflicted areas.

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

The invisible Randy Richmond

I was thinking about Randy Richmond, newshound for the London Free Press * just the other day. I was calling in to cancel my subscription to the London Free Press, and he does work for that paper. Pierre Burton's son is the editor.

If you go to wikipedia and check out the latest version of Kathy Shaidle's entry * and lo and behold, there is Randy cited three times. He must be an important, influential guy. And he must have gifted psychic powers, too. He was never at the Kathy Shaidle event, but his astral body allows him to pass judgement, because he was there in spirit. Such is the nature of progressive, activist newspaper persons. He could have dragged his carcass to the event, and found out for himself, asked questions, and based his judgements on facts, rather than the second hand stuff told to him by his friends. But I am not a journalist and do not know how they turn second hand rumor and innuendo into copy.

I was talking to one of the advertisers of the London Free Press. I shared with him my experiences of the invisible Randy Richmond. His business is in peril because of the economy, and his mind was on the collapse of his Canadian dream. And potholes, of course. Nobody in London likes the constant crop of potholes. I wondered if the invisible and psychic Randy Richmond could spill some ink about the pothole problem here in London. He is, after all, a newspaper person with a nose for news.

The advertiser cancelled his subscription to the London Free Press. He has to cut corners, what with the automobile industry that the environmentalists hate going down. I hope that the invisible Randy Richmond sends his invisible spirit to this man to give him the press coverage of his plight that he deserves. He no longer advertises in the London Free Press, and he no longer subscribes, but I am sure that the impartial, fair, balanced, and all around good guy Randy Richmond will give him a good report, even if the advertiser has all the advantages that come from the invisible knapsack of white privilege.

Some day, the invisible Randy Richmond will attend in the flesh one of the events, personages, and situations that he writes about. I want to see what he looks like. Maybe he lives close to where I live (there are two R Richmond in the yellow pages database *). Maybe he drives a car I like and we can swap stores about driving. Maybe we can share anecodotes about our common chum, Warren Kinsella. Maybe recipes. I think Randy Richmond is much friendlier to Warren, and knowing Warren is a great way to get a leg up in non-Conservative politics. Meeting the invisible Randy Richmond is a special project of mine. Maybe I can learn how to make him invisible, too. Some of my ancestors, who settled in Sicily *, learnt how to make people invisible. Maybe Randy Richmond does it the same way.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this

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Red Menace

Red Snapper caught jamming on a couple of my favourite tunes in Moscow, 2008:

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Thursday, March 12, 2009

London Free Press and Human Rights Sleaze

Kathy, Mark, don't be surprised by London Free Press deception, innuendo, and sleaze when it comes to "Human Rights".

I came to understand what "human rights" actually means, and what they're for, back in the mid 1990s -- all because of the London Free Press' collusion with local politician Susan Eagle to ruin local businessman Elijah Elieff.. Together, they smeared the man as a racist, using the HRC to break him, seemingly so that Eagle could turn his properties into social housing.

It was a textbook example of Human Rights in action. All the elements of the eternal fight against hurt feelings can be found in that case -- from crooked media stoking the fire, to grasping, cynical activists, to nobody (apart from Freedom Party) really caring or doing much as an innocent man was ruined by a bunch of greedy assholes unbound by the rules of law or evidence.

Eagle's ambitions were warmly received in the London Free Press. Coincidentally, her husband Joe Matyas, was a long-time editorial writer and reporter with the paper. Eagle, with the moral authority granted by her position as minister in the Church and -- with a seeming inside edge with the Free Press -- was in a dominant position for the next set of miseries for Elieff. A series of local media stories, which often cited Eagle, essentially painted Elieff as a prejudiced, stubborn old bigot of a landlord...

Approximately half of the tenants in the buildings were from Southeast Asia, and many were recent arrivals from rural backgrounds. Consequently, Elieff was often in an uphill battle to keep the buildings clean and intact...

When interviewed on this issue by a Free Press reporter, the exasperated landlord was quoted as saying "They're like little pigs, they think they're still living in the jungle." This was the fatal mistake -- if indeed Elieff actually said it. Eagle had a splendid opportunity. The Asian tenants of the buildings were canvassed until a Cambodian woman, Chippeng Hom, was persuaded to lay a complaint against Elieff with the Ontario Human Rights Commission. Eagle and the Free Press Reporter who interviewed Elieff, Greg Van Moorsel, buttressed Hom's complaint...

Elieff is now driving highway transports and is more than $100,000 in debt. His properties were seized and sold under power of sale, and both his business and reputation are ruined.
Read about this case and hate the Free Press even more right here.

The London Free Press has a very long and very cynical history of promoting Human Rights.

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Quintron & Miss Pussycat

I was lucky enough to jump around to New Orleans' super fun Quintron live last night.

Definitely scratched a Foetus/Suicide/CCR/Jerry Lee swamp organ itch for me. Looks like they're playing in Toronto on April 18.

Better footage from a different show:

and a tutorial on his light-activated sequencer the Drum Buddy.

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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

"If you pay people five hundred dollars a month a head for their house cats, will there not be more kittens?"

Fenris mourns the predictable loss of Canada:

Another thing I am going to miss about Canada, now that Canada is no longer Canada, but a multi-cultural paradise of entitlements, handouts, and oozing, open sores of social diseases, is the companionship of my fellow members of the working class. The old world where people worked, and an unfortunate few struggled to overcome adversity with the help of a social welfare system, is gone. Now the controling minority struggles to get more social welfare, a cabal of socialist social services sector satraps work to enlarge their empires, and the taxpayer is despised, ground down, and told to shut up. In the new world, fourty percent of people pay no taxes, so what do they care for taxpayers or their country of convenience but to demand more, based on the fairy dust logic of guilt and reparations?
Yet all is not lost:
The good news is that those who know the world has ended have moved on. The hunted, slandered taxpayer now embraces the cash and barter economy. The thinker no longer speaks his mind, but acts accordingly. The worker looks to a secure job in the welfare state. The economy marches towards crisis upon crisis, all predicted, and those that can adapt can profit from the collapse of news papers, television stations, and ivory towers. Hide your wealth from the vermin that eat your grain, everyone else is doing it.
Be sure to read the whole piece.

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