Gaslighting -- Prime Minister Style. Why Justin Trudeau's comments just made a radioactive situation nuclear.

Gerald Butts and Justin Trudeau are using the same sexist explanation to try to salvage a situation.

What the feint is happens to be gaslighting.

I am not going to link to any reference except for one, but place this observation here on its own.

Jody Wilson-Raybould is a lawyer by trade. She did not get her position out of a Cracker Jack box. She has experience, and I would like to point out this passage about her:

Jody Wilson-Raybould has a way of making an impression. Oddly enough, for a politician, she often makes it in private. There was the day in 2011, back when Wilson-Raybould was heading the B.C. Assembly of First Nations, that she ran into former prime minister Paul Martin. He later said she treated him to a “brilliant exposition” on First Nations issues, which led to Martin talking her up in his Liberal circles. 

Smart woman who has an ability to effectively communicate.

So the argument that she repeatedly misunderstood the multiple requests for her to cave in to corporate interests is pure bullshit. The end.

The argument drops dead from her end.

Now, is the Prime Minister and his manservant general Butts implying that all eleven people who repeatedly went to her lockstep with the same request were poor communicators?

Eleven people whose very job is to be effectively communicate?

Didn’t the Prime Minister win his job by communicating during the campaign?

Doesn’t he give speeches? Does he debate in the House of Commons?

Did he not communicate in his memoir Common Ground?

Aren’t every single one of the Trudeau 11 educated complete with one or more universities degrees?

And the problem is some sort of miscommunication, spanning months?

Who the fucking hell is stupid enough to buy that bullshit story?

The world leaders in the remaining 194 countries must be laughing their asses off…

Jody Wilson-Raybould won the war. There are no do-overs in a political joust.

Gerald Butts and Michael Wernick wasted their words today.

Because whatever bullshit story they puke, Jody Wilson-Raybould has more to say.

And, as she made public, that devastating testimony she gave before was merely a “detailed summery.”

A preface.

Wernick played the same game the last time, and Wilson-Raybould tore it to shreds. She can do it worse again.

The Prime Minister can call off his press conference tomorrow. He waited too long. It is done.

The Toronto Star can go fuck themselves, too: Yes, Ms. Wilson-Raybould is the hero of this entire sordid affair: she took control of the narrative first, she has given details, and she wasn’t the one dawdling for weeks. Anyone who says anything else is trying to spin propaganda.

What we heard today was pathetic excuses, and gaslighting the way abusive men try to pin their crimes on the women they abuse. It is textbook.

The entire world watched this episode and they have chosen sides: Wilson-Raybould’s. It is done. Both Butts and Wernick keep tweaking her nose, and she has said full force that she has far more to offer. Wernick is a patronizing asshole and his condescending bullshit is just prolonging the Grits’ well-earned agony. Not only are they corrupt, they are liars and pretenders who proclaim to be progressive, but when a single woman speaks out, they talk down to her.

Wernick, no one gives one flying fuck that you are “profoundly disappointed.” Get over yourself.

Because whatever feint or ruse you puke, the heroine of this story can trump you. She whipped your skinny ass last time, and she has the proof to do it even worse now. It is over.

The end.

As in, the end.

It is done.

Two of your own ministers have turned against the party.

That is all it takes.

The problem is the Grits are arrogant and are used to scamming and manipulating themselves out of a jam. They have made things even worse by blocking her from speaking again because they have cower in private and fill their diapers. This just makes them look guilty of treason at this point.

The problem is two-fold: Trudeau had pissed off several other nations, and this isn’t the worst thing they are trying to keep clamped down.

All it takes is one more scandal or revelation, and the Liberal brand will no longer be viable. The provincial counterparts lost the Ontario election and could not even muster enough seats to be official opposition.

They are hanging by a thread and Wilson-Raybould has all but said she can drop the nuclear bomb on them.

The bad guys lost.

The problem is that Trudeau and Butts thought they could fool all of the people all of the time, and always be seen as the heroes with smarmy little smirks on their lounge lizard faces.

But those jive turkeys weren’t the heroes. They never were…

Jane Philpott resigns from cabinet...

Speaking of changes, Liberal cabinet minister Jane Philpott does something you do not see everyday: someone who walks away from a coveted position when she disagrees with her boss, the Prime Minister.

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The game within the party ranks breaks from every script imaginable. This is serious business.

And it hasn’t even started yet…

Stop telling women that they don't need to change to be leaders: Sorry, Globe and Mail, but reinforcing the fairy princess archetype is the Supper of Losers.

Here is a garbage article in the Globe and Mail that is the absolute worst advice anyone can give to ambitious women:

Stop telling women they must change themselves to become leaders

No, fairy princess, get over yourself.

Obviously someone was raised on old patriarchal fairytales and related to the fairy princess rather than the hero.

A fairy princess, or damsel-in-distress is the slot for characters who never grow and change, and hence, always need someone else to rescue them.

The hero, on the other hand, evolves, grows, see his deficiencies, learns the skills needed, makes the attitude adjustment, and changes and transforms himself to victory.

Transmutation is the breakfast of champions.

Staying just the way you are is passive, stagnant, and the Supper of Losers.

Those who don’t change die out. This is basic evolution. Movement is so critical that even physically staying in place causes the body to decay.

Let alone the mind.

To stay in place — physically, emotionally, and mentally — is a freeze response — a sign of both fear and defeat.

Women’s glass ceiling is a two-sided one: yes, men have kept women back, but women have kept themselves back thinking that not to change means decisiveness.

No, it means defeat. It is a form of self-sabotage.

If the lessons and evolution of life has not inspired you to radically change over the years, you are unteachable. Not just in responses, but in personality.

Far from women not changing, they should radically change and frequently.

You should break your routines and habits every so often in order to shake yourself — and your environment — out of slumber.

Because success depends on it.

For example, many people — men and women — stall in their careers and don’t know why.

They have a problem called a panda: there is something real — and defective — in their personality that prevents anymore promotions. They are clinging on to a rote routine or bad habit that keeps them back.

It is not the workplace. It is the person who refuses to look inward, get feedback, and change.

And because women have had less experience in leadership roles, they do not have a wealth of history to draw from.

But men have countless manuals with the common theme of how to adopt and change in order to obtain success.

The power rests within them.

If you are a woman and think you are perfect and have no need to change, motherfucker, you are going to make life a whole lot harder for yourself for no reason at all.

You are not showing strength by staying just the way you are. You are showing a lack of growth potential.

You have to be inconvenienced. You have to have the ability to admit you are wrong and deficient because people are not born equipped to be perfect.

We have an ability to learn, grow, and change.

And it should be something to embrace.

The strong are those who change. Leaders are those who change. They are not intimidated by novelty and learning new ways of being.

Women do need to change. In fact, when they did change, they got a massive improvement in their lots in life. When they sat back meekly, they were their husband’s property who weren’t allowed to vote or have rights.

When they changed first, guess what? So did the laws. Had even more women gotten involved, they would have gotten more rights even sooner.

Had women stayed the same, they still would be their husband’s properties not allowed to be educated or vote or do anything they wanted or needed.

And in order for your actions to change, your thinking needs to change.

And in order for your thinking to change, your attitude has to change.

And in order for your attitude to change, your personality has to change, too.

You turn the leaden shackles in your heart into the golden lasso that helps you climb to the top.

And there is nothing wrong with changing. It is how the brave thrive under any circumstance.

How will you ever reach your potential standing in one place thinking the same thoughts and way?

Deal with it…

Jody Wilson-Raybould didn't disclose everything...

She warned people before her testimony.

And yet, she made reference to Watergate.

That is ominous. There is more she has to make her case, very likely a smoking gun.

The Prime Minister has made veiled threats in his disingenuous denial speech last night. He all but called her a liar…but never flat out denied her facts, just like Clerk of the Privy Council Michael Wernick. There is a huge difference between denying and disagreeing, and that is the sign that what she said is the truth. He is a word parser, like Bill Clinton. Being smug and slippery is how he thinks he got out of scrapes in the past, but he has one too many global enemies for it to work anymore, and his entourage have no script to get him out. He no longer can use his little trick of smugness to upset people — Wilson-Raybould’s calm demeanour yesterday proved it. She was a lawyer — a Crown Prosecutor — she ate smug players for breakfast.

When the other shoe drops, it may literally kick his backside out the door. His perpetual bungling has brought shame to Canada, and in a Zero-Risk country, that is an unforgivable act….

Adlibture: the stream of inspiration that will take you to the strangest of places. Follow your instinct, not the script.






Reading journalists whining is a real pain in the ass. Shut the fuck up.

Stop spinning a narrative overtly or covertly. What is done is done.

When you ignore people like me, expect the same treatment in return from the public.

Because no one is listening.

For a reason.

Journalism is following old scripts. The new kids are all frauds who are cribbers. Fuck them. They are riding on the coattails of the old and broken antiquated models.

If the profession wanted to be reborn, then they have to start from the very beginning.

And learn Adlibture, not scripture.


The first step is anarchy, and with anarchy comes adlibture.

Follow your instincts, no matter if people disagree with you or think you are strange.

You take risks, not gambles.

You find inspiration wherever you wish.

For me, I have many, but let’s talk about one: my adoration for a comic book character who is seen as Steve Ditko’s other bug-themed superhero.

Ted Kord the Blue Beetle.

He is what every person should be: a person whose word is their bond.

You make a promise. You keep that promise.

The end.

He made a promise to a dying man where no one else heard him.

He did not have superpowers, but he was smart and made the technology.

He was inconvenienced. A police officer dogged him convinced he killed the civilian who was the original Blue Beetle.

But a promise is a promise.

He may have been rich, but he used his wealth for good. He could laugh. He could fight.

But most of all, he could absolutely be trusted to do the right thing.

I have the entire Charlton run in my office.

For a reason.

Because I have an affinity for the character, I have no problem being inspired in different ways.

Make use of what you have. Keep your promises. Help other people. Don’t forget to have fun.

And I did that all while having to deal with cancer.

And it took me out of very dark places. The Kordian System is a resounding success, and who cares if it came in a comic book?

Wisdom lurks everywhere.

That is the reason journalism’s collapse is an enigma.

But it is a selfish profession that hordes in anarchy, stealing scripts.

Not creating adlibtures that make you fluid and adaptable.

Because once you prove that you can be absolutely trusted in anarchy, you are on to the next step: alchemy.

Turning lead into gold.

Because alchemy is the emotional science that takes those adlibtures and puts them to good use.

You can improvise and assess on the drop of a hat.

And then, when you have your personal gold, you share it.

The third step of altruism.

You do not tell people how moral you are: you show.

No virtue-signalling or teeth-gnashing.

You give. You give credit where credit is due. You do away with pecking orders. You are not petty or jealous, let alone vindictive or closed-minded.

Your adlibtures begin to create new worlds on their own — and if you do it right, long after you breath your last.

People patronize me, ignore me, bully me, and dismiss me.

But they can never stop me.

I made a promise a long time ago.

And I keep my promises.

I have no trouble telling people off.

But I also have no trouble being inconvenienced to help someone when they are down without them ever knowing that I did.

That’s what should have been journalism. It should have been a noble profession.


No alibture.

And hence, no way of getting on track to altruism where it could freely create castles and gardens of gold without losing anything in the bargain…

Sometimes, the response that works isn't outrage. It's appalling humour to reflect the reality.






If you want to find the solution that works, start learning to laugh at yourself. Bring light to yourself in order to see.

Humour is not supposed to be a weapon. It is supposed to be a tool.

Triumph does not come from anger, fear, or sadness. Tears solve nothing, and neither do temper tantrums.

When you use humour to lighten a load, you are on the right track.

When you use it to pretend you are superior to others, you didn’t get it right.

Laughter is the best medicine, but it is also a primitive drive to work through problems.

I don’t have problems making appalling jokes. Not racist ones, but appalling ones.

You do not have to applaud my humour. You are allowed to dislike it, but I do not go against my nature.

Nor do I make apologies for my giggling at the strangest of places.

I just see through the lies and absurdity as I work through a solution with kindness and wisdom.

Deal with it, motherfuckers…

The Trudeau 11: A cabal that is in the crosshairs of disaster.






Justin Trudeau’s non-response response to Jody Wilson-Raybould’s testimony is tone deaf. He never actually denies any allegations, but “does not agree with”, which is classic word parsing. He used an indirect approach, putting forth questionable “positive” things his regime has done, all in vague and flowery terms that mean absolutely nothing — all irrelevant to the actual substance of the accusations. His little lapdog Chrystia Freeland did the same thing — and their lack of specifics and concrete terminology reveal the Wilson-Raybould is telling the unvarnished reality.

Going by that alone, this is a regime in serious trouble. He should win a Razzie for worst performance tonight.

Wilson-Raybould kept notes. She named names and was precise and specific. Eleven people who hounded her points to a choreographed effort, and a government in the pocket of corporate interests.

Trudeau’s attacking the Conservatives — and accusing that party of bowing to corporate interests was not the smartest tactic to use. They are not “Stephen Harper’s Conservatives” — and even if they were — they aren’t the ones accused of potentially illegal thuggery. Trudeau deflects, which also is not a wise move as she clearly indicated there are things she cannot say yet — meaning she has aces up her sleeve.

Eleven people involved in targeting a single cabinet minister is a serious charge. If the prime minister thinks he can dismiss her, he is sadly mistaken. Ignoring Alberta that is suffering and then claiming his regime is about “jobs” doesn’t fly. This is a corporation writing law and dictating what a government will and will not do. For all the talk about “rule of law”, this is a regime that doesn’t actually care about that one whit.

This is a political death match.

Compare Wilson-Raybould being detailed — while he claimed he didn’t hear what she said, but completely disagreed with it. His flippancy is meant to degrade her — and says something very troubling about his mindset. He will not be able to fluff this off. He has become too much of a liability to the Liberal Brand, and his response tonight proves it.

Saturday Night Massacre, indeed.

For the first time in our history, this is Canada’s Watergate.

And it hasn’t even begun.

Poor, sheltered Justin…

The Intellectual Barbarians: How emotionally illiterate over-thinkers create their own Kaizo traps.



A Kaizo trap is something you find in some video games: you beat the big bad, but you still miscalculated or ignored something, and you still die at the end.

Like the old game Karateka. If the hero approaches the princess with an aggressive posture, she is going to kick his cojones and he dies.

The point is to be kind to the one you need to rescue, not be the same brute you were when you had to go up against kidnappers and murderers.

But that old game did something very instructive: it challenged a player’s TORTEE. The One Rule That Explains Everything doesn’t exist. The game made sure that you learned your hero’s manners. There is a fine line between a hero and a barbarian, and this was the game that made it amply clear where the line resided.

In order not to fall into a Kaizo Trap, players need to do something other than go through the motions of playing. It is not just rote; you need another element to resolve the problem.

Kaizo Traps in video games are rare.

But the ones in the real world are bountiful.

And in modern society, we have no shortage of people creating their own Kaizo Traps.

The Intellectual Barbarians.

How so?

Simple: while they are strictly focussed on intellectual intelligence, they ignore half of the landscape, meaning they are too emotionally illiterate to see the big picture.


We know a lot about intellectual logical fallacies, but almost nothing on emotional fallacies. This was made amply clear to me when I had cancer. Doctors and nurses quizzed me about all of the factors in my life that may have triggered it off. They asked if I was a drinker or smoker. They asked about family history. They became increasingly agitated when there was no a single checkmark they could scratch out because I did not fit the profile. I am not genetically predisposed to it. I am healthy. I never needed to see a doctor. I still don’t need any medication. I am not a drinker or smoker. I never did drugs. I am the most exciting boring person you’ll ever meet.

My jobs have never had me exposed to carcinogens. I eat healthy. I take vitamins and minerals. I look after my health and immune system.

So after going through that list, a doctor will sheepishly say, “Sometimes these things just happen.”

And I will say, “There is one thing not on the list that you forgot to ask me — has there been some traumatic stress in your life?”

Because there was.

And then immediately, the doctor will dismiss that.

Well, my mother had the same traumatic stress and she got cancer at the same time.

Still dismissed.

“There is no proof.”

There is no proof?

Of course there is scant proof. The studies are not devised in an emotionally literate way.

And I have never ever had a doctor ask me about any trauma in my medical history.

So, of course there isn’t proof: no one thought to define and measure it.

Get back to me when that is the standard question during the Cancer Quiz portion of the medical visit.

And the funny thing is, I will talk to people in the same waiting room, and an interesting percentage will bring up some trauma in their life that happened roughly two to three years prior to their diagnosis. A spouse died in a horrific way or there was a home invasion, or a child died.

They will rattle a list a tragedies, and then came the cancer, as if it were part of a long unlucky streak, never quite wondering if the trauma may have triggered the cancer.

You can’t find things if you don’t look or use the right mindset and tools to look for them.

It’s like anti-vaxxers ignoring the fact that when there is mass immunization, certain diseases are wiped out. As soon as people stop, they come roaring back.

Dr. Ignaz Semmelweis died in an asylum because he figured out that women were dying in childbirth because doctors never bothered to sterilize their hands, even after performing autopsies. Doctors thought he was insane and too emotional when he called hospitals murder dens.

He was right. The collective of intellectual barbarians were wrong.

Or once upon a time, people who had numb hands were thought to be mentally ill — until it was discovered it wasn’t “hysteria” but carpel tunnel syndrome.

Or when certain men had a succession of wives who died of cervical cancer were thought to be unlucky, not carriers of something that passed on something that triggered it, and now we have a vaccine to stop its spread.

A true scientific mind never dismisses anecdotal evidence or any evidence that does not fit a pattern. The first instinct should be to consider what it means — and then keep testing it to see if there is something new to be gleaned.

A pseudo scientific mind dismisses evidence, pushes people who challenge the status quo as being silly or intellectually inferior, and then reads the scripts and marches lockstep with that status quo.

If something doesn’t catch your eye or pique your curiosity, and you keep trying to explain away the exceptions to the rule as you cite flawed and crude irrelevant studies as if they were divine decree, you do not have a scientific mind.

You have a rote mind. You are not emotionally strong or literate enough to see there is a line of inquiry to explore.

I find it fascinating that we do not discuss traumatic stress. We know it can compel people to commit suicide or drop dead of a stroke and heart attack, but we don’t have traumatic shock specialists who could actually codify and quantify the physical impact of extreme emotional trauma.

And that is a shame, but considering that we have no formal educational structures to teach emotional literacy, we are always seeing half a picture, and always drawing the wrong conclusions.

And when you strictly stick to intellectualism, you are mimicking the thinking patterns of a psychopath.

That is what destroyed journalism. If you have no feel, you have no instincts and no internal measurements of the changes transpiring — and conspiring — around you. You live in a void vortex and facts can be no fortress unless you have the emotional literacy to know what it means.

In other words, you become half-stupid. Following a script and throwing tantrums is not going to salvage the plans of the half-stupid.

You can have you inner android honed, but unless your inner Neanderthal gets equal attention, your solutions will never work.

It is an internal — and eternal blind spot. The reason we have emotional illiteracy is that people are afraid, and then retreat and avoid the very things they must confront in order to solve the problem.

Intellectualism ranks and labels. It creates scales and pecking orders, sparking competitive thinking, and then those same intellectual barbarians become terrified of being seen as inferior; and hence, cannot see an obvious solution because it is standing behind the monster they fear the most — the one that psyches them out by taunting them that no matter how hard they study or what paper crowns they wear, they are stupid, deficient, and inferior.

And as long as they remain emotionally illiterate, the monster is right on the money.


Western thought is patriarchal, competitive, rote, and emotionally illiterate, and over the years, many obvious answers were ignored as the intellectual barbarians laughed and dismissed people who noticed healthy patients who had endoscopies were having problems because no one was sterilizing the equipment, spreading diseases, or that children living in certain toxic areas were all having a plethora of defects and diseases way above the national average. The people who first noticed it often weren’t scholars, doctors, or researchers — they were just people who were vigilant and noticed patterns, then started asking questions and challenged established narratives of Authority.

I remember when I was a psych student, I was taking a course in abnormal psychology, and we were going through (at that time) DSM-III-R, and we learned about alcohol withdrawal — what were the symptoms and indicators. Around the same time, a family friend developed a nasty cough and she was taking cough syrup. She was never a drinker, but as mom begged her to go to the hospital because the cough wasn’t going away, the dear friend stuck to over-the-counter syrup.

And then before anyone knew, she was in the ICU, having to be tied down. They told her husband to go buy a casket because it was over.

All of her symptoms screamed alcohol withdrawal, and I said this to the doctor who arrogantly dismissed me. Who had the medical degree? I did not back down — she must have had heart trouble, and the cough syrup had alcohol and she was having withdrawal symptoms.

Another doctor overheard me, and promised to look into that possibility. She made a speedy recovery, went home soon after with heart medication, and lived over a decade more after.

No, I did not have a medical degree. I didn’t need one. There was no medical mystery here as the first doctor implied. They can treat alcohol withdrawal and your heart at the same time.

My first family doctor could look you in the eye, shake your hand, and be 100% accurate in figuring out what was wrong with you. He would do all of the examinations, and tests, but he was always right. I learned from him as a little girl the importance of looking for quiet signs — but that takes feel.

You are not going to detect it staring at a computer screen or relying on AI because it takes more than input-output.

People are trying to eradicate emotions in intellectual thought. It doesn’t work. If you don’t hone your emotions, you miss everything that counts.

And you walk int an abyss hoping the numbness is a sign of intellectual victory as you don’t see that you have thrown yourself into emotional — and intellectual defeat…

Facebook moderators see horrific did I. Except I wasn't making a quarter of a million dollars a year for it.

The Verge has a sob piece about the horrible “working conditions” of Facebook moderators.

Yeah, they see graphic things.

So do police, soldiers, firefighters, social workers, and doctors and nurses every day.

I did, too.

First during the war in the former Yugoslavia. I got my hands on video footage of Serbian soldiers and civilians being tortured and killed by Croat and Bosnian forces, as well as the Mujahideen who were dispatched there.

I saw soldiers getting roasted on a spit. I saw eyes getting gouged out. I saw horrific and traumatic things and I was in my late teens.

And then, when I called editors and producers to tell that their coverage was skewed and that there was footage of atrocities being committed against Serbs, I was told “So what.”

I didn’t become a conspiracy theorist. I didn’t become broken or hardened. It just realized journalism was a sham, and decided to do something about it.

I couldn’t help those dead people. All I could do is promise them I would fight for truth and peace until my very last breath, and ensure that I built a foundation that would carry it on long after I died.

The second time I saw disturbing coverage was when I had to shot list wire feed a few years later. It was disturbing, but not as disturbing in comparison.

I was still sad at what I saw, but my job was to ensure that someone in the newsroom would run the story so that people would know what was going on in the world. I learned how to list things in such a way that the most disturbing information would get an editor’s attention and would run with it. I had a very good batting average.

If you retreat at injustice, you are a very me-centred person.

If you push forward and do active things, you are a very you-centred person.

I take no pleasure at looking at disturbing images. I avoid it, but reality can be very ugly, and we have far too many people with sick ideas and no impulse control.

And they are putting their work on Facebook in an attempt to normalize their destruction. It is very deliberate. Once they shock and create an unnatural habit, then they have a foot in the door and try to lure people to see what they are doing as normal, moral even.

I was a teenager, and I never saw it as moral, just, or normal. Those people are bullies, and even they don’t believe it, either.

They want to control other people, and be on the top of a fake pecking order, and this is the only way they know how to do it.

If someone did to them what they do to others, they would be hollering the loudest.

It is a vile game.

If Facebook wanted to be of service, they ought to record the names and addresses of all of these people, and then publish them in a list along with what sick thing they did.

And then call up their mothers and fathers to ask them how proud they are of their children — in a public forum.

Maybe the parents are proud. The world has a right to know.

People get upset at a John Wayne interview from 1971, and never ask what sickos live next door.

I never cowered, back down, broke, or justified the human trash who tortured and killed Serbs.

I moved forward as I live my life to the fullest, happy to be alive, and grateful for all of the wonderful people in this world.

You are neither going to taint me, corrupt me, or destroy me.

Because people like that are weak, and they try to steal the life blood of the strong.

No dice.

To have to bother with the hopelessly wicked can be draining, but there are ways to deal with them without becoming lost in that wickedness yourself…

Watching the political jousting in Ottawa...

Those who get their positions through being luxury brand items do behave as if they are two feuding lords dispatch their knights to fight their battles for them. It is very predictable. Jody Wilson-Raybould and Justin Trudeau are engaging in a media match that is a very interesting narrative slap-fight.

Proxies are employed to “leak” narratives and drop little bombs to smack around any rebuttals.

The WIlson-Rabould/Justin Trudeau match is interesting in that Trudeau until this point, was Canada’s Golden Boy who could do no wrong, but now, he can do no right no matter how much his minions at the Toronto Star try to salvage his narrative that was contingent on not doing naughty things.

The National Post has dithering ditzes questioning the woman per usual, but they aren’t important players in the propaganda war here. Why didn’t she resign? Why didn’t Raj Grewal? Why didn’t the countless male politicians who did something wrong and stayed put? Wilson-Raybould didn’t do anything wrong — so why should she be expected to step down?

Maclean’s isn’t playing into that narrative, but they, too, aren’t really important here.

What we have is two outlets who are maintaining narratives — the Globe and Mail on Team Wilson-Raybould, and the Star on Team Trudeau.

The Globe painted a portrait of a real heroine here, which was overplayed just enough to hint where they are getting their dirt.

The Star, on the other hand, is trying to spin things to pretend there is nothing to the scandal and things should go back to the way their sugar daddy wants it; so you know who is leaking things to them.

Once upon a time, this would be so transparent. The articles have breadcrumbs as big as loaves. No finessing, no trying to balance that coverage. This is a serious inter-regime brawl.

Because this story is so narrative driven — and one that has a patriarchal structure, there is no wiggle room for balance — one has to be the Good Guy and one has to be the Bad Guy. Hero and villain and the rage is very obvious.

Top that off with the arrogant sots of SNC-Lavalin who are throwing temper tantrums because they are being questioned and challenged as they are not getting their own way, and what you have is a showdown.

Add that to the external threats Canada has been facing lately, this country is in uncharted territory, and politicians too busy micromanaging their image than to notice there are bigger problems afoot and a press too eager to run with whatever PR narrative they hear…

Lara Logan says the things I have been saying for years. And writing books on.

I went into journalism to find out how and why it wasn’t doing what it was proclaiming it was doing.

In 2018, my book When Journalism was a Thing came out outlining it.


The book was ignored by the press. I did three interviews in total, and it isn’t as if my publisher or me didn’t put it out there to be discussed. I had similar problems with OutFoxed and Don’t Believe It! back in 2005, but I still had more interviews for those than I did for this one.

Because I back up what I say with facts. Just look at my reference section if you want to play mind games so that you can knock it off.

Jill Abramson went after her old profession, but then got pummelled immediately.

Lara Logan is the next one in line, and she too is getting thrashed for it. Even in Variety, they cannot just report on her comments, they have to bullshit, too:

Logan’s “Hannity” comments come on the same day anchors at MSNBC and CNN, as well as prominent Democratic politicians, were found to have been targeted by a Maryland Coast Guard lieutenant after he was arrested on a firearms charge. CNN’s Don Lemon, Chris Cuomo and Van Jones and MSNBC’s Joe Scarborough, Chris Hayes and Ari Melber were among the media figures cited in a computer file that prosecutors believe was a list of public figures targeted for racially and politically motivated attacks. 

So do actors, politicians, police, teenagers, and regular citizens all the time. The US doesn’t have regular school shootings because you don’t have that kind of garbage going on. You have a loon who was caught. Get over yourselves and stop avoiding the criticisms.

How many people has the press made targets because of their reportage? I noticed the Variety article didn’t spew about the $250 million dollar lawsuit filed against the Washington Post or all of the outlets that treated the Smollett hoax as if it were real. Very convenient.

While I agree with Logan that Western mainstream media is overwhelmingly limousine liberal, the bigger problem is the umempirical methods the press uses. Your plumber could have radically different politics than yours, but the leftie and the rightie will still fix your plumbing problems in the same way.

If there was true discipline in the profession, it wouldn’t matter: it would not be able to creep in and taint the product.

But notice it is women who are standing up to the profession’s horrific and entrenched problems. This is the reason why we are seeing those kinds of attacks. The profession is a misogynistic one. France’s journalistic garbage is being exposed, but they aren’t in isolation by any means.

The profession is pure garbage. It shouldn’t be garbage. There is no logical or inevitable reason, but when you have undisciplined brats allowed to take control of the playroom, that’s what happens.

Change will not come from the profession. It will not come from universities. It will come, but not from the two places that should be doing it.

The Smollett Debacle is proof that the profession just spews propaganda and lies, not truths or reality. It is pure lunacy, and Logan’s critique truly doesn’t go far enough or deep enough…

You can look for a hero to save you. Or you can be one for yourself.




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I was never the kind of kid who looked for heroes. I literally wanted to be a superhero as a profession when I was a kid.

I didn’t think heroes should beat people up. I thought they should bring kindness to the world.

The picture above is me when I was a kid. That deer was in Marineland and was chasing and bucking kids all over the place.

I just went up to him and kissed him and petted him, calming him down.

Love and Truth. The two things that can calm us and inspire us the most, and yet we play keep-away or run-away from them both.

Journalism became infected with lies and hate.

Because they lost another key element: Bravery.

They became cowards.

But as they were turning their profession into a dark joke and suddenly seeing their purpose as character and ideology assassins, I had a horrific stretch of my own.

And yet I could get through it while I re-invented myself in the process.

I could speculate why an entire profession and its academic counterpart never bothered to do so, but there is no point in doing so.

Suffice to say they are looking for some They to make people come crawling back, and I decided that I had me, and I could be the hero of my own life.

And that’s what I have chosen to do.

There is never a good time to start anything because there are infinite unknown variables at play, but so long as you are the one reliable factor, that’s all you need to start.

And things are coming along because of it…

Memo to the Globe and Mail: "What happened to our ‘feminist’ Prime Minister?" We never had one.

Silly, silly questions.

The Globe and Mail has a column that seriously asks this question as a headline:

What happened to our ‘feminist’ Prime Minister?

SIllies, we never had one.

This is what privileged boys say to the gullible girlies to get what they want.

They will whisper all sorts of a sweet nothings in your ear, and then, once they get the goodies, behave the way they really do as they openly disrespect you and blame you for being naive. The second a certain cabinet minister stepped out of his line, she was kicked to the curb and brandished as being “difficult.”

But if you were real feminists yourselves, you would have seen the glaring warning signs a hundred miles away.

Even in the article, the blaring warning sign was there, and the columnist still doesn’t see the significance of the statement I underlined:

In September 2017 I was in the audience at the Women in the World Summit in Toronto, and listened to Prime Minister Justin Trudeau talk about his feminist bona fides. Well, first we had to watch a video – many clips set to a pumping rock score – on that subject.

…Then he made a very interesting point about how it was relatively easy to recruit women into politics, compared with keeping them there, which he called “a challenge around retention.” Women would be elected, he said, and after a couple of years wonder if this business was really for them, “because of the nastiness, because of the negativity.”

What? Are the womenfolk so weak and feeble they can’t take the heat and we need a man person to make it all nice and comfy for us? We needed Justy to give us all pats on the head and lollipops and balloons?

And you didn’t call him out right then and there? That’s as misogynistic as it gets.

Y’all are so hopelessly oblivious and naive, it’s too funny…

The Internet as Disruptor, Part One: Princes, Princesses, and their failure to compute the battlefield.

I always said that politicians should be drafted, not elected. If you want to be a politician, you shouldn’t be one. The ideal politician is one who is weeping as they are being dragged kicking and screaming to the highest level of office because they are too smart to run in the first place.

And it would shut up the Troll Scroll and the armchair bullshitters because they picked that person in the first place. It would be on them.

It would force people to be informed. There would be no passively marking an X on the ballot and expecting some They to give them goodies. Decide what is the most pressing issue, hold a referendum, and the sky is the limit of which citizens can be leader for a fixed term, but once they are in, what they say goes. No sass, no lip. Referenda for other issues, but the directional issues are entirely up to the one conscripted for the job, and once that job is done, they are honourably discharged and the next kicker and screamer is dragged up that hill.

When people ask me why I don’t get excited over politics, I point out we have a rigged system that favours the same kind of people. It is a never-ending rerun.

And in Canada, the people who run are bolstered by nepotism. We just recycle the names.

And there is a chasm between the roles of nepotistic politicians that few even see, let alone be able to make the leap.

Maclean’s has an interesting take on the Jody Wilson-Raybould-Justin Trudeau slapfest that is very instructive.

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The problem is both see themselves as a prince and princess, when the second they won the election, their roles radically changed.

When you win an election, you are on a chessboard. You are no longer a prince or princess. You may be a queen to your roots, but when you enter cabinet, you check your tiara at the door because you serve a bigger purpose.

Both forgot to check their tiara at the door.

Trudeau was elected prime minister, and he ascended from prince to king. That position is carved in stone, and that means you have to think like a king in battle. Not Buckingham Palace tourist attraction kind of king, but a king who has to think in terms of strategy and get the job done without making the Middle Class jittery because they are of a Zero Risk Mindset.

But Wilson-Raybould wasn’t in the queen position on the chess board. That was reserved for Chrystia Freeland, and at least she comprehends it as she follows order dutifully on behest of the king, never rocking the boat as she clumsily struts beside him giving him goo-goo eye stares. Her tenure is crap, but she knows she is on a chess board and moves as such.

Raybould was a knight on this board, not a princess. There are no princesses on a chess board. She was to fight on the king’s orders without hesitation. A knight doesn’t pick and choose her battles, merely her weapons and her strategy.

In that, she was woefully miscast, given the parameters. She had no clue she was on a chess board until she was demoted to mere pawn.

And then she snapped out her slumber and turned on the king with a series of very strategic moves the king never saw coming and was spectacularly blindsided, proving she is a highly proficient chess player when unleashed. He picked his chess pieces based on virtue-signalling and optics, and then did nothing to ready the board to battle a specific target because the cabinet was very Justin-centric and all about making him look good like a tourist attraction prince charming.

Because he had no idea he was on a chess board. He had no idea who his chess pieces were, what their reality interpretations were before being elected, and how to re-align those perceptions to fall into place.

If he were a capable strategist, he could have easily kept Wison-Raybould in her position, but used a vastly different strategy. She was no problem before the clash. She is obviously capable. The fault lies with the king who didn’t know his place, and hence, misaligned the board.

Part of the reason is that luxury brand names don’t make good leaders. They are always protected and shielded. Very few are thrown into a gladiator’s arena and made to fight for real. It’s a pity Wilson-Raybould’s talents were misused in cabinet. She can fight politically, and should have had Freeland’s post instead, and should have. USMCA would have been a better deal if we had someone not afraid to outmanoeuvre a world leader.

But the climate has changed where these kinds of gaffes are more common. Once upon a time, you would never had a regime this oblivious, and certainly not this soon. Canada thrives when it flies under the radar, but with the Internet giving the world free attention, when you have a prince used to getting all of it, he can get competitive and start focussing on too many selfies, not realizing how patently worthless they are as political currency.

The Internet has too many distractions, and is a warehouse of endless and worthless complaints. It has devalued criticism to the point of becoming mere noise, and devalued accolades to the point of creating ennui.

Princes are used to getting attention, and will even run for highest political office to get it. The problem is, if not properly groomed, they still keep thinking they are princes. It is just a paper crown, and an illusion.

And the Internet is the incubator of infinite illusions that turn into traps for people to fall into. Most do not have lofty positions where it actually matters.

But once you step on a chess board, you have to watch every step — and king’s must make as few as possible if they don’t wish to be checkmated, and the current king is two steps away from it…

First Julie Payette, now Jody Wilson-Raybould: Slag the Female as a political tool.

When Julie Payette was slagged in the pages of the National Post, you knew that she wasn’t behaving according to what her overlord thought she should, and then employed journalists to chasten her.

She was difficult! She is in for herself! Really, she is just not a nice person, and poor us for having to put up with the likes of her.

And we see the same playbook used for Jody Wilson-Raybould.

The Canadian Press was employed this time to do the public shaming:

Several Liberals approached Friday said they were confident the story came from Wilson-Raybould herself.

“She’s always sort of been in it for herself,” said one insider who didn’t want to be identified. “It’s never been about the government or the cabinet. Everything is very Jody-centric.”

Not a team player. Not a good girl.

Here she is, just an average schmuck, who got a visit from the political fairy godmother, and gave her a posh cabinet post, and then, she let it all go to her head and gave Prince Charming sass and lip, and she just ruined the Sunny Ways Narrative! How dare she?

Yeah, imagine that. A woman with her own convictions and stands by them.

I thought the hatchet job on Payette was calculated. I have the same thoughts on Wilson-Raybould.

Mind you, I do think there is some misunderstanding of the political process going on: people think a cabinet minister has autonomy: sure, just so long as you do whatever the reigning PM dictates you do. You get marching orders along with your paper crown or plastic tiara, and you march.

It is the reason I don’t get giddy over politics. It has always been about optics. Those optics are there to placate the Middle Class who think fairytales are reality and they can ignore how they are being played because some They is looking after them.

Now that the curtain has been lifted, it is making people very uncomfortable, and the more the PM tries to spin this, the worse it becomes. I seriously doubt this will be the only scandal to smack the Grits before October…

Jody Wilson-Raybould resigns from Cabinet. The Wild Ride continues.

She excuses herself from Cabinet, lawyers up with a top gun, and that is a very interesting turn.

The Ethics Commissioner is started to nose in this affair just before, and while the Prime Minister tries to back away from the stench, either way, his leadership is shoddy: you either were a leader a screwed up, or you lied and pretended you were a leader. Can’t have it both ways.

Is the treatment of Wilson-Raybould racist and sexist? Yes, it is, but politics is an ugly beast that will lure you will promises that it is neither. Sooner or later, that reality has to click in.

The decay of this regime has picked up speed and reminds me of Brian Mulroney’s final lap as PM. It is shocking how much sooner these little eruptions have been having for the Grits…

Jill Abramson getting pummelled by corrupt hypocrites: Just another day in the trash can called journalism.

For a profession that criticizes people viciously, journalists certainly do not like when people criticize them.

Oh, what a shock.

They either suppress information or try to tear into someone if their profile is high enough.

So when former New York Times editor Jill Abramson dissed on the corrupt and dead profession of journalism, the book couldn’t be ignored; so journalists went to attack her credibility like a rapist attacks the victim, blaming her and saying she deserved it.


Make no mistake: the level of vitriol has more to do that a woman dared call them out for their sins than the actual content.

Also note, it was the white boys who instigated this very coordinated hit.

So before discussing the guts of the allegations, let me point out that Jill Abramson made it all the way to News York Times editor.

A very lofty position in the profession. That’s as prestigious as you can get. 60 Minutes correspondent or head of a network news outfit possibly trump it.

Back then, she was doing the basic same things she did for her entire journalistic career, and she was employed and got promoted.

And that was just dandy keen for years.

But then she was a cheerleader on Team Journalism.

Now she isn’t.

I wrote a book on journalism’s ethics last year and that book was exhaustively researched.


I had no assistant. I did the entire researching and writing all by myself up in a cottage in Selkirk right on Lake Erie in the winter in the middle of nowhere because it was always my dream to write a book that way.


For five months, that is what I woke up to seeing every morning while drinking Turkish coffee. I wanted absolute solitude, but The Fabulous Ladies drove up every Sunday for brunch and mischief, and I am grateful. I did take some time out to go to Chicago to get semi-precious stones for my jewelry-making. I stayed at the fun and posh Virgin Hotel and dined at Miss Ricky’s and The Gage, but still brought my laptop to work on my book. I still have my little shower lamb from the Virgin Hotel


My book was ignored by journalists in public, though people are still buying it, despite the shut out. So much for free speech. As usual, word of mouth can break through any blacklist.

I still did an interview here and a funky one here.

But journalists couldn’t do that with Abramson. They had to stomp on her and stone her to discredit her work.

You cannot discredit mine, however. I did not go into journalism with stars in my eyes, and then turned into a bitter and disgruntled failure. I went in knowing exactly who they were, and wanted to study the profession by being a journalist for real. I conducted unprecedented and exhaustive experiments. My beat was the business of journalism and my audience were people in the profession.

When I had enough information to write an informed and empirically-sound exposé, I walked away.


I also wrote one on Fox News, and then over a decade later came When Journalism was a Thing.

Abramson was in deep, and as much as she knows about the people in that sketchy profession, those in the profession know all about her.

So those trolls knew where to look and how to strike.

And then went batshit crazy on her in a frenzy tirade, hoping to nullify her revealing of their disgusting dirt.

They nitpicked on a few facts, but even that is under debate. Journalists fuck up on facts all the time. They do not use empirical methods.

But then came the “chargeofplagiarism! Oh, no! Run for your lives! Don’t listen to the scary woman with the book that exposes us!

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It is a pathetic ruse.

The poseur “journalists” at the garbage publication Paste really overplayed the melodramatics:

Jill Abramson Is a Disgrace to Journalism

Yeah, as if you grifters know what this “journalism” is. You are not fooling anybody, you twits. Stop using the movie Reefer Madness as a guide on how to behave. You come off as disingenuous nerds.

The only publication with any sense here is the National Review that has a more accurate take:

Jill Abramson Is a Hack, Not a Thief

I am currently reading the book. She knows who she is dealing with. It is kind of a stretch to call it “plagiarism” because the writing for both are so banal and unoriginal, that really, it is like writing, “Bob likes his new job” and then someone else writes “Robert has positive feelings toward his most recent career” and then make some over-the-top tirade because you both are writing about the same damn thing.

Seriously, no winners here. I would not classify it as a “sourcing error”, either. I would classify this as typical journalism nincompoopity, and it needs to be replaced with a more responsible alternative.

Vice is pure garbage. Sexist pretentious trolls with one who got nabbed for being a drug dealer, and Vice got Canadian government money to boot. What does Vice know about journalistic ethics?

I wrote about Vice in my latest book. They are to journalism what a soiled jock strap is to journalism.

And they’re ranting about Abramson?

And other outlets are parroting their meltdown?

I can tell you straight up my book is exhaustively researched, and I didn’t plagiarize. I don’t need to because my writing is superior to Vice hacks or anyone else in that dead profession. It would be a serious step down from my own abilities.

So yes, the pot is calling the kettle black, but who is the pot and who is the kettle is your choice.

If you want to read a book that tells it like it is that doesn’t pull any punches and fears no angry mob of hacks, read When Journalism was a Thing.

You can even read while enjoying a cup of Turkish coffee — because you haven’t lived until you had a cup…