Friday, August 12, 2005

The Roasting

ExtremeBlowback
SpinGoneWrongVille



If the Roving Cheneyburtonians and their Sock Puppet are getting roasted on the Cindy Sheehan issue, who is really to blame?

The Commies?

The Pinkos?

The Anti-War Nutjobs?

Barbara Boxer and Maxine Waters?

The Ph.D. students at the University of California Berkeley campus with nose rings who are in 'relatively close proximity' to Ms. Sheehan's hometown of Vacaville California?

Well, actually, none of the above.

Because, as the Peking Duck has pointed out, the blame looks to be resting squarely on the the shoulders of the Media Megalomaniacs that have been on the frontlines of the Slime-O-Rama. Thus, in addition to Ms. Sheehan herself, Mr. Bush will.....

"....also have Bill O'Reilly and Michelle Maglalang (Malkin) to blame. She (Sheehan) was a curiosity a few days ago. Then they turned the big guns on her, and whaddayaknow, a star is born. Thanks for your good work. Now let's watch Fox News and Rush Limbaugh continue running on overdrive with stories of Sheehan torturing small animals and passing out ricin-soaked brownies at the playground."


Real moral of the story:

"They only slime that which they fear the most."


And quite a few folks are suddenly waking up to that fact thanks to Ms. Sheehan.

We've said it before, and we'll say it again: She's Got the Power.

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Fat City

FreakPowerRevisited
HSTFriday8thEditionVille


Hey!

Here's a thought.

Instead of the taxpayers, why don't the greedheads, those who are going to make a fortune a gazillion times bigger than Ross Rebagliati's appetite after a monster dube-in-half-pipe session, cough up the dough for the capital costs of building everything from highways, to sewers, to the onsite venues required for the upcoming Olympics?

And we could start with the biggest, of the biggest snout-in-troughers.... Intrawest:

"In a move one senior official called the most significant change in the company in 10 years, Intrawest this week announced a corporate shuffle aimed at “growing” the company’s resort business.

Today’s move by Intrawest, the parent company for Whistler Blackcomb, brings together a number of disparate elements within the company to form something called the Leisure and Travel Group.....

The group, which is to be headed by Dan Jarvis and Hugh Smythe, brings all company operations except for real estate development under one umbrella.

The move, Smythe said, is meant to “create a more systematized approach” to the resort business in an effort to increase the number of visitors coming to Whistler and other Intrawest resorts..........

Dave Brownlie, formerly executive vice-president of Whistler Blackcomb, is now executive vice president and chief operating officer of Whistler Blackcomb and Panorama resorts.

Doug Forseth retains the title of senior VP of operations for Whistler Blackcomb. He will report to Brownlie and will take on the added responsibility of guiding the company’s preparation for the 2010 Olympics.

Smythe said Brownlie’s focus will change to one that looks at coordinating company-wide efforts and finding “synergies” within the company....."

'Reporter', Squamish Chief, May 21st 2004.


Of course, making the land-rapers pay their fair share to have us rocket their profit margins into the stratosphere will never be easy as long as the Man from Marathon is running the Province and a chap named Hugh O'Reilly is running the township of Whistler.

What's that you say?

O'Reilly is leaving?

By gum, you're right.

And surprise, surprise here's why:

"The current mayor of Whistler, Hugh O'Reilly announced last Wednesday he would not be seeking re-election, instead taking a job in Hawaii to sell real estate for a division of Intrawest Corp."
Sean Holman, Public Eye Online, Aug 05th 2005

So, what do you do to counter a little piggy-in-a-blanket politico like that?

Well, you could go throw the bum out and go looking for a very different candidate with a different set of principles and a very different election platform.

Like, maybe the following, which was the manifesto of a certain someone who ran for Sheriff in the mountain resort town of Aspen Colorado not so, so long ago:
  1. Sod the streets at once. Rip up all the streets with jack hammers and use the junk asphalt (after melting) to create a huge parking lot and auto-storage lot on the outskirts of town.
  2. Change the name "Aspen" by public referendum to "Fat City." This would prevent greedheads, land-rapers and other human jackals from capitalizing on the name "Aspen."
  3. Drug sales must be controlled. My first act as Sheriff will be to install, on the courthouse lawn, a bastinado platform and a set of stocks—in order to punish dishonest dope dealers in a proper public fashion.
  4. Hunting and fishing should be forbidden to all non-residents, with the exception of those who can obtain the signed endorsement of a resident—who will then be legally responsible for any violation or abuse committed by the non-resident he has "signed for."
  5. The Sheriff and his Deputies should never be armed in public. Every urban riot, shoot-out and blood-bath (involving guns) in recent memory has been set off by some trigger-happy cop in a fear frenzy.
  6. It will be the policy of the Sheriff's office savagely to harass all those engaged in any form of land-rape. This will be done by acting, with utmost dispatch, on any and all righteous complaints.
Hunter S. Thompson, "The Battle of Aspen"
Rolling Stone, October 1, 1970. Republished in RS 970, March 25, 2005.


Yup, that's right, Thompson ran for sheriff on the 'Freak Power' ticket at the tail end of the '60's. He felt that his country was doomed to hell by Nixon. He was in a rut. He was unable to come up with the follow-up to Hell's Angels and he owed Random House a fortune on advances from a book he had been promising them for almost two years whose theme was 'The Death of The American Dream'. He never did write 'that' book, but he only lost the election by a handful of votes, then Warren Hinckle published the Kentucky Derby piece in the soon-to-be-extinct Scanlan's Monthly, and the rest is Gonzo history.

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Update: Turns out that soon to be former Whistler mayor O'Reilly actually lived in Aspen, as a ski-bum of sorts, in the early 1970's. Wonder if he ever ran into, or was run out of town by, the good Docktor or his buddy, lawyer, touch football partner, and soon to by Vegas fellow traveller, Oscar Zeta Acosta?
Sure hope this slakes Thursday's thirst after an extended HST hiatus; now I've just got to finish that darned thing I promised Mr. Barnes.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

The Real Secret And Duplicitous Plan

WhatMeWorry?
GordoVille


Remember the big, fat wedge issue that was apparently 'inadvertently' served up to the big Red LINO* Machine on a silver platter just days before the B.C. Provincial Election?

Well, it looks like maybe it's actually morphed into a bit of a wedgie for Mr. Campbell, as has been noted by our good friends over at Have You Had Enough Yet:

"So maybe BCTF President Jenny Sims is right and she was promised a meeting with His Worship Gord Campbell. But the deal is now off, according to a CBC news item....

(snippity-do-da)

....The moral: anyone wishing to talk business with the Preem had better learn to suck up. Be perky. And no suing the Preem just because he went on television during the election campaign and scored big political points telling lies about you.

All this should allow the newly arrived golden decade of prosperity to kick off with a great strike in the school system. Coming to school near you this September or October."



All of which is ironic in the extreme given that it was Mr. Campbell who, in a hastily called news conference after the Great God Of Flackitude had been servicely primed by his good friends at CanWest (not)Global, accused the NDP and the Teachers of having a secret and duplicitous plan to if throw our children out on the street if the socialist hordes won the election.

And that got us to wondering just how many members of the LINO caucus can even spell 'duplicitous' because, in the lexicon of Napoleon Dynomite at least, such a 'skill' might come in handy given the fact that their fearless leader appears to be a most excellent example of the term.

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*LINO: Liberal In Name Only

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Bigtop-A-Palooza

ShaughnessyShudders
YouGoGirlVille


It looks like the NPA tent just might get bigger.

Way bigger.

And we're not talking about that little town in Saskatchewan.

Because Sean Holman is reporting that Vancouver Downtown Eastside activist Jamie Lee Hamilton has significant support behind her effort to secure one of the party's nominations for Parks Board.

Which would be pretty interesting, not to mention downright entertaining, if it were to happen.

And from a big picture point of view it also suggests that the group some like to call the Developer's 'Cash Cow Coalition Party' (CCCP) truly is trying to broaden* it's base.

But, then again, others might surmise that what it actually means is that they are having a heckuva time scaring up viable candidates.

Speaking of which.....if Peter Ladner really is in trouble re: the party's mayoral nomination, it would be interesting to contemplate the possibility of a total NPA implosion if he were to accept an offer from a group of folks with Vision for a centrist councillor's slot with expanded responsiblities for, say, alternative transit development and pre-Olympic bike-a-thons**.

Not that we want to be giving Mr. Ladner free political advice.....we're just suggesting that he might have considerably more leverage with the CCCP's backroom boys than he realizes.

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*Pun not entirely unintended.
**If such a thing were to happen nobody could fault you if you were to lay down a big fat a wager betting that Fast Eddie G's Masonary Man will be the last to break the story six weeks after the fact.

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The Church Of The Sacred Bleeding SUV

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SelfDelusionVille


Apropos of our previous piece on the bicyclification of one of Vancouver's main arteries and the greedhead pressure being brought to bear on those who support it, along comes today's column from Globe and Mail media mop-up maven, Margaret Wente.

"The other day I stuck the nozzle in the tank of my dainty little SUV and paid for my first $50 fill. It was a shock, but I knew it was coming, and I know it's going to get worse. Gas prices in Toronto are about to hit a dollar a litre, and the outlook is not good. I have a feeling that one day I'll remember my $50 fill as fondly as a 25-cent Coke."

So, clearly Ms. Wente is fond of her Cute-You-Vee. In fact she's very fond of automobiles in general, as becomes abundantly clear as you move further into the bowels of the piece.

"....No matter how good you make it, public transit will never be able to compete with cars. Cars are private. They're convenient. They're comfortable. They're fun."

That's right. Because when you're spam in a can 24/7 the whole world smiles at you. And as for the rest of you who can't afford the $50 dollar cutesy tankful or those of you who have a different philospophy of being in and of the world.....well, screw you Jack and Jill, because Maggie the Magpie is free to be, well, free.

".....break our dependency on cars? Never. We may have to run them on electricity or wind power or moonshine. We may have to pay a fortune for the privilege. But pay we will. Cars mean freedom, and freedom's worth a lot."

Wow.

You reckon David Frum just called up the Cheneyburtonians to ask if they could put the Magginator on the payroll?

After all, wouldn't The Junta be ecstatic if it could convince the serfs the next time out that, after an initial diversion to make the world safe for NASCAR, that the war against Iran was actually designed to strike a blow for the liberation of global, single occupancy vehicular commuters everywhere brought to them by those freedom-loving folks from GM, Ford and the non-Daimler part of Chrysler.

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That Was Then......

BunsOfSteel
WillOfCast-OffIronVille


A lot of folks, myself included, were impressed when right-sided Vancouver councillor Peter Ladner had the guts to vote with both the Lites and the Classics on a progressive decision that could help give the people of the city a leg up on the once all-mighty SUV invasion.

And we were all the more impressed because Ladner's decision was sure to raise the ire of a certain mythical group of Backroom Boys that run the Developers' CashCow Coalition Party with an iron fist.

Not to mention the NPA.

Here was Charlie Smith's take on the issue on July 21st:

"An NPA elder statesman has suggested that Peter Ladner might have hurt his mayoral chances with his recent vote concerning the Burrard Bridge. Ladner, a commuter cyclist, voted with th COPE members of council to set aside two outside traffic lanes on the bridge next year for cyclists on a minimum six month trial. NPA Coun. (and fellow potential mayoral candidate) Sam Sullivan was the only member of council who voted against the initiative."


Well, apparently, the BBD-CCCP goons have since gotten to Mr. Ladner.

And while they left no visible marks, speculation is rampant that the goonsquad did pin the misguided cyclist down and whisper four little words into his ear.

Because the July vote was then, and this is the August now, as reported by the no-longer-so-Giant98:

"The NPA's Peter Ladner initially voted in favour of taking away two lanes on the bridge from motorists and giving them over to cyclists for a six month trial period beginning next April.

Now Ladner has changed his mind and is withdrawing his support for the initiative.

He says the experiment is being interpreted as a power grab for cyclists and he says as a result tension is mounting."


And those four words that caused Mr. Ladner's spine to turn to jello as he feebly tossed his principles out the window?

Well, only his panniers know for sure, but rumour has it that they were actually a two and two combination.......

"Nancy Chiavario"

and

"Philip Owen."

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Note: All similarities between the mythical/satirical BBD-CCCP goonsquad and any heretofore unmentioned real life NPA bagmen are purely coincidental, not to mention unintentionally intentional.

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Monday, August 08, 2005

Screwed By The Surplus

WalleyesAtTheGate
Where'sChristyNowVille?


Cue the Whirlitzer and start spending a few mill on the PropMachine, because British Columbia definitely is:

The best place to......
Get help if you happen to be a kid, or a parent, or a family in trouble.


Well, actually, apparently not.

Paul Willcocks summarizes the Morley Report:

"It's grim. Families who need help to avoid tragedy can't get it, because there's no money or time. Scared teens who want to kick their addictions are turned away, because there's no treatment programs. Young adults suffering from fetal alcohol effect are launched alone into the world at 18, to become criminals, addicts, prey. A little continued support and their lives would be saved (and taxpayers would be spared the far more costly consequences of their later disasters)......"

There is absolutely....no.....excuse....for....this!

And if the newLINO Centrists (are you paying attention Ms. Taylor? Mr. Oppal?) don't have the guts and/or clout to step in and correct this situation by convincing his Gordness to spend, let's say, a measly 2 or even 3% of that bloody surplus (ie. $75 million of $2.6 billion), well, we will remember, and we will do our best to make sure that the entire province remembers to ensure that they are thrown on the top of the scrap heap with the rest of the Red Meat Faction when the SS Gordon Campbell is completely dismantled next time around.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Not With A Bang....

Where'sTheBork?
CoxPartDeuxVille


.....But A Whimper


When the heat was really on, Richard Nixon resorted to a Massacre, Saturday Night Fever style:

"On Friday night, October 19, 1973, President Nixon began what many people have since come to regard as the most reckless step of his political career. Plagued by the Watergate and related scandals, and ordered by the courts to relinquish the tapes of nine of his private conversations, Nixon announced that he had effected a "compromise" that would both allow him to maintain the confidentiality his office required and give Special Prosecutor Archibald V. Cox the material he needed to conduct his investigation at the same time.

Under the plan, Nixon would submit summaries of the relevant portions of the tapes to Judge John J. Sirica, and an independent verifier, Senator John Stennis of Mississippi, would be allowed to listen to the tapes to authenticate the version given the judge. It would be Nixon's last bow to Cox---the Special Prosecutor would have to agree not to use the judicial process to seek further tapes or other records of Nixon's conversations in the future.

Because of this shortcoming and others in the plan, Nixon's aides knew that Cox would not accept it. On Saturday, as he refused, White House chief of staff Alexander Haig ordered Attorney General Richardson to fire Cox. Richardson resigned instead. Haig then ordered Deputy Attorney General William Ruckelshaus to fire him, and Ruckelshaus also resigned. Finally, the number-three man in the Justice Department, Solicitor General Robert Bork, was named acting attorney general, and he fired Cox......"

Now the kicker here is what happened after.

Not in the Congress, or the Senate, or anywhere else in Washington for that matter.

But instead what happened out in the rest of the country, amongst the peons, far from the Halls of Power:

"...What came to be known as the "Saturday Night Massacre" then unleashed the torrent of public anger at Nixon that had been building across the nation. In a period of ten days more than a million letters and telegrams descended on members of Congress, almost all of them demanding Nixon's impeachment. Before long, according to some, there were three million letters and telegrams, and an impeachment inquiry was begun."


So the question is, is there another massacre coming for Patrick Fitzgerald, the special counsel who is putting a hammerlock squeeze on the Cheney (mal)Administration over the Plame Affair and other possible impeachable acts?

Well, if it is, it looks like it might be a slow, twisting in the wind that will bring Mr. Fitzgerald down this time around rather than a quick, messy bludgeoning.

Because, instead of Borking him, it appears that they are instead stripping Fitzgerald of his protector in the Department of Justice.

Specifically, the man who appointed Fitzgerald in the wake of John Ashcroft's self-recusal when it was pointed out he was in a conflict of interest, James Comey is stepping down.

And that leaves Fitzgerald in the hands of a DoJ that is now run by the memo-writer extraordinare, Alberto Gonzales.

And what's worse, Fitzgerald may actually be under the thumb of this paper-pusher:

"Associate Attorney General Robert McCallum is "likely" to be named as acting deputy A.G., a DOJ official who asked not to be identified because of the sensitivity of the matter tells NEWSWEEK. But McCallum may be seen as having his own conflicts: he is an old friend of President Bush's and a member of his Skull and Bones class at Yale."


Which has us worried that Fitzgerald's investigation may soon fall prey to extinction by a thousand memo-assisted paper cuts.

Which would be a great tragedy.

Not so much because it might prevent the indictment of all the deserving players/conspirators involved, but rather because it may work to blunt the American public's lion's roar that saved saved them from a constitutional crisis three decades ago.

And now, more than ever, America, as well as the entire world, needs to hear that roar.

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Saturday, August 06, 2005

Defusing The Google Bomb

IndulgingTheSiteMeter
AdvanceApologiesVille


There is absolutely no insight in this post.

In fact, what we are going to say below is, if possible, even more obvious than the most half-baked Gary Mason column.

But it has to be said if only to ward off all those people (could it only be one, from multiple ISPs, operating systems and browsers?) that keep bombing us using 'Erin Airton' as the search term.

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Yesterday, after she was cornered like a rat on a sinking ship by both Mr. Schrek and Mr. Mair on the Terasen issue, Ms. Airton executed a perfect double reverse spin-o-rama from the piked position by saying that Canadians don't have the 'guts' to do to an American what the Americans are doing to Marc Emery. The double came when she turned back this deranged argument on itself to imply that no Canadian company had the guts to buy Terasen.

While Schrek and Mair moved on, we believe that calling us, the Canuckistani People, gutless is a scurrilous charge that cannot go unchallenged.

To whit:

Was it gutless when we went to Afganistan to fight the real terrorists?

Was it gutless when we did not go to Iraq to kill people that were not?

Was it gutless to say no to a thoroughly offensive missile defense program?

Was it gutless when we had the guts to pass a same sex marriage law?

Are we gutless because we still protect our pension funds?

Are we gutless because we can still go to any hospital in the country?

Are we gutless because we still have a social safety net?

Are we gutless because we still have (a few) public institutions that serve the public?

Are you gutless because you espouse a quisling's position on BC Hydro privatization that is apparently directly antithetical to your own?



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We now return this blog to its regularly scheduled attempts to illustrate the non-obvious.

Thank-you, and goddess bless the Revello during these hottest of the hot days.

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Friday, August 05, 2005

Spiking The Kool Aid

CarryingWater
OnTheInsideVille



Apparently, in the eyes of CNN at least, cussing is now officially worse than treason.

"While discussing Rep. Katherine Harris's (R-FL) plan to run for a Senate seat against Sen. Bill Nelson (D-FL), (Robert) Novak told (James) Carville, "Just let me finish what I'm going to say, James, please. I know you hate to hear me." Carville said to host Ed Henry, describing Novak: "He's gotta show these right-wingers that he's got backbone, you know. The Wall Street Journal editorial page is watching you. Show 'em you're tough."

Novak responded: "Well, I think that's bullshit, and I hate that." He then said to Henry, "Just let it go." As Henry asked Carville a question, Novak walked off the set.

After the segment ended, Henry apologized to viewers for Novak's leaving the set "a little early," adding: "I had told him in advance that we were going to ask him about the CIA leak case. He was not here for me to be able to ask him about that. Hopefully, we'll be able to ask him about that in the future."


Now you might conclude that all of this means that the pressure is getting to Mr. Novak as well as CNN, which quickly moved to suspend him indefinitely.

And you might be right.

But then again, what if all this kuffufle, essentially about nothing (ie. Novak's reputation, not the Plame outing itself), has another purpose?

And it doesn't require a hat or Reynolds wrap to start thinking this way.

All you have to do is ask yourself the following.

Which got more play in the mainstream American media today, the Novak tantrum or the fact that two members of the pro-Israeli lobbying group AIPAC were indicted for receiving and passing on US state secrets?

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Update: Doug Ireland, by way of Common Dreams has a very interesting analysis of the AIPAC thing and its implications for the Wolfowitz/Feith/Franklin axis of boweevil derring do.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

The Fetish of the Firewall

TellUsWhy
AlbertVille(definitelynotfrance)


Linguini linguist Jim Bobby recently got into a tussle with a group of folks that live just east of the Rockies who want to set up their very own Republic of the Marvellous Marv Alberts.

And apparently it all begins with firewalls, both metaphorical and literal.

Even big business is getting into the act.

Exhibit A: In an effort to prevent their docile workers on the Alberts side of the continental divide from running amok and uniting with those radicals from the left coast, the boys with the fabulous hairpieces running Telus decided to build their own firewall around a union website with - gasp! - pinkopicketline photos.

Too bad that in doing so Telus also blocked out hundreds of other sites as well which, at least on the face of it, is the kind of free speech suppression you wouldn't normally expect from a union-busting, freeper loving operation to undertake. Rob Cottingham and his trusty side kick Thomas Dirks have the been riding the story into the sunset.

On the other hand this could be viewed as one of those examples of the ideological spectrum's extremes coming together on the darkside of the moon.

Because while he likely never sported a rug as nice as the Marvellous One's , big Joe Stalin was never averse to throwing his workers from the tops of flaming walls into the red hot lava moats below when he decided it was time to crank up yet another slave labour-assisted five year plan.

Update: Tom Barrett, over at the Tyee has a nice piece on the broader implications of Telus' actions for ISP regulation (the discussion thread is pretty good too).

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Creationism Rising

StandingAtAttention
CavemanVille


Well, it looks like Stockwell Day and his compatriots down South just might have to partake in a wee bit of revisionist thinking.

Because if dinosaurs walked the earth with men six, or even ten, thousand years ago that looks to be at least 18,000 years after God or, perhaps more likely, the Goddess made this.

Now that's what we call Intelligent Design.

In a purely artistic, rather than a functional, sense of course.

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Original Links Source: Rooks Rant.

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Bob & Doug Milobender



LooCooCooCooCooCooCooCoo
It'sABeautyWayToGoVille


Billmon has worked himself into a lather because a Canuckistani heavy-hitter named MDS Nordion, a company that makes medical radioisotopes, has managed to pull off a reverse N/CAFTA, lobby-assisted legislative swindle.

As a result, the US government is all set to sell Nordion a big whack of weapons grade uranium sans security restrictions.

"Now I bow to no man in my love for my would-be adopted mother country and her proud commercial traditions, but the idea that a medical company in the Great White North has enough weapons-grade uranium to recreate the Manhattan Project is frankly terrifying. Think about it: the Mackenzie brothers with nukes."

Now I can understand why Billmon might be a wee bit upset. After all, this means that if we don't straighten up and fly right one of those Big Apple mushroom clouds that Ms. Rice likes to talk about just might be generated by hosers rather than terrorists.

We do think Mr. Mon is a little off base, however, with respect to the identities of the potential hoseriferous, back bacon-sucking perpetrators.

Because if anybody is going to build a beauty of a fissionable take-off vehicle it will not be Bob and Doug.

Instead, we think that it is much more likely that Geddy Lee will be responsible, especially given the fact that just the sound of his voice is enough to cause certain Randians heads to explode.

Not to mention the fact that, as he ages and loses his hair, Mr. Lee is starting to look more and more like a certain comedian who once played Major Major Major in the Mike Nichols/Buck Henry cinematic take on the Joe Heller classic.

Which reminds me.....

Is it possible to play 4 rounds of 'The Beer Hunter' when you're two short of a two-four?

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

The Team

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GasSniffingVille



In response to our previous post on the coming establishment of EnronNorth, reader 'public static' had this to say about the folks who are helping push the deal:

"I swear to work for those people you must have to huff gas until you pass out for 7 straight days..."

Which may or may not be true.

But, regardless, we figure that there is a group of folks in Victoria with a buzz on these days. And that would be the members of the 'Offshore Oil and Gas Team', a LINO flack/hack group whose job it is to open everything up for Mr. Nancy Kinder and his ilk so that they can work their big money, neandercon-inspired ponzi magic on all of us.

Seem far fetched?

Maybe.

But let's watch what happens to the Gasbag Team's budget, which is sure to be buried in Hansard but we're counting on Holman and/or Willcocks to dig it out, before we make the call for real.

Still, I wouldn't be averse to giving up short odds right now to get some action on a wager that the Gasbaggers' budget will go from the mid-sevens to something in the low eights in the coming year or two.

After all, what's 10 or 12 million dollars a year, a significant proportion of which will go straight down the gullets of high-priced lobbyists, media-monopolists and mid-level Martinis when you've got a province to sell off.

Ugh.

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Monday, August 01, 2005

A Kinder, Gentler Enron?

BeautifulBritishColumbia
It'sStill(Barely)ThereVille


Just getting back from holidays, so am a little wobbly and even less insightful than usual......

Didn't go south this year...... Except for short trips down to Pt.Roberts, where the border guards are still human, we just can't bring ourselves to do it.

Instead, we went native in the wilds of just-off-coast, left-sided Canuckistan (a.k.a British Columbia's Southern Interior).

Much of it is privatized, and I'm not just talking about our gas company which apparently has just been sold lock, stock and two billowing barrels to Kinder-Morgan which is fronted by, yes folks, that's right, that Richard Kinder just in case you were wondering where the hearts, minds and gubernacula of the Neandercons running the Good Ship Lollipop (ie. the S.S. Gordon Campbell) truly lie.

What really got to me on this holiday is the state of B.C.'s public campgrounds. Clearly, they are being run into the ground, quite literally, by the private contractors who now control them. The exception on this trip was a little place at Otter Lake which is tucked into a high valley between the Hozameen and Okanagan Mountain Ranges. It was fantastic - not because the company running the place is any great shakes (ie. all they really want their value-added for no value $6 a night reservation surcharge that makes their no capital investment-assisted, gravy train profit margin even richer than usual) but rather because the three young kids doing the actual work of running this little outpost really love both what they do and the people that come to visit them. Heck, one of them even brought us...... get this.....frozen chocolate-covered cherries when he found out that we were having a reunion of sorts with another family we semi-regularly head out into the woods with.

So, here's the thing.

Do you seriously think that Richard Kinder and his Ranger friends are going to give a hoot in hell about any of us peons, either the indigenous campers or the folks running 'our' campsites, when they buy up that all that ranch land up the road in the Bernie Ebbers firesale and then gobble up every bit remaining range and forest land from the Coquihalla to the Kootenays for their own private hunting and fishing reserves to be protected by razor wire, laser-guided attack dogs, Mr. Coleman's minions, and roving packs of 2nd line trigger happy punks on nitro-burning ATV's who couldn't quite make it with Kellogg Brown and Root?

I think not.

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A couple of random musings after being offline and almost totally in the grips of Canwest (not)Global's print media organ grinder monkeys for 10 days or so.....the Province is no longer my derriere polisher of last resort because the National Post, even sans Conrad the Marauder, is a truly vile pile of xenophobic spew filled to bursting with gutless, posturing wonderment....Gary Mason should change his name to John Obvious; I mean, who the the hell is he writing for, people in BC who know that real estate is overpriced, that labour relations are on the rocks, and that Vancouver's upcoming civic election is going to be interesting, or is he still pitching his job to fast Eddie G. months after he got the gig?

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