Memo to the National Post: Movies aren't real. Stop confusing Hollywood with reality.



I have written about the nincompoopity of people in journalism romanticizing their profession by confusing movies for their industry.

The National Post has gotten into this stupid habit.

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No, old movies show an idealized version of journalism, not a better age of it. That propaganda was never reality.

Snap out of it, and get a grip…

Why do we have snowflakes throw fits at universities? Simple: they aren't offended. They are just conning you.

I don’t just write books. I teach, and have taught in various venues for years. One thing I learned very early on was that there are students and their parents who will play every dirty trick in the book to get an A with no effort. They are the ones who are perpetually offended. They thump their chests and make big threats. Don’t give in, and make them prove their intellectual mettle, and they always crumble because the scam hinges on the pigeon professor getting afraid and caving in.

I never did. I knew how scams worked and if I had to study to earn my creds, then so did they. No exceptions. No meddling mommies to lobby, whine, or bluster to getting their brats something that they did not earn. You cannot enable kids just so you can brag to your fake friends how gifted and genius they were. Let them study, practice, and work.

So what you have are parents you bully teachers and wear them down, making Big Threats if Billy doesn’t get an A on a failing paper his parents wrote (yes, we teachers can tell), and then you have students with diluted knowledge and big egos think they can bypass the system. Lori Loughlin bribed her airheaded daughters into university, and she is hardly the only one. It is always a scam.

And the faux righteous offendedness is just a mere misdirection: put the heat on the university so they are too afraid to kick you to the curb. I remember when I was an undergrad at Mac, someone I knew went there in their first year and failed seven out of eight courses. The dean told this person that they were not smart enough to go there.

Back then when universities still had merit and didn’t water down things not to be seen as politically incorrect.

Just grow a pair of ovaries, and call them on their bluff.

There are enough YouTube videos showing just how stupid university students are — they don’t know what language British people speak. They cannot do math — a skill that builds logic and is an absolute essential — and then skip the math and then still want to pretend they have intelligence.

No knowledge. No skill. No respect for those who do. You have manufactured grifters who think offence is the best defence.

Sorry, suckers, it is among the worst: do it too many times and people can figure out that you are bluffing because if they took a look at you, they’d see an empty-head trying to pass as a genius.

But universities often have people on their roster who are just as shaky with their knowledge, so they cannot push back and risk being exposed as charlatans. They have to keep quality out, and enable their fellow scammers.

If you had to earn that degree the hard way, there is no way in hell that you are going to give in to a temper tantrum or threats.

Which leads to this knee-slapper column in the National Post that doesn’t quite seem to get it.

People like Camille Paglia are actually highly and solidly smart. She is the real deal. The scumbags trying to remove her are not doing it for moral reasons: that’s an old ruse.

These simpletons have memorized one or two things and do not want to reveal the extent of their ignorance and now inability to learn: they could never compete with Paglia — so have her removed and the contrast is no longer glaring. They have memorized a script by rote means and do not want to have to learn anything new.

Especially not something that proves their shitty theory to be hopelessly wrong.

The problem with the Youth Grifter Movement is that sooner or later, one of two things happen: they try to oust a street smart person who can outfox them, such as Jordan Peterson. His theories aren’t all that, but he is cunning enough to read his marks and play them for fools. The Youth Grifters handed him his fame on a silver platter because he knew how to play them. They are not smart, let alone experienced. Peterson is a psychologist by trade, and he managed to exploit his detractors for a mainstream career and book deals — things his haters will never accomplish because they are neither intelligent nor original. He wiped the floor with their faces, and laughs all the way to the bank.

Then you have people such as Paglia who actually has a serious body of work and made it despite a slew of bigotry serving as barriers. She is tough as she is smart. She can handle these nobodies who are empty shells. She has substance, and she can eat these twits for breakfast.

So what you are beginning to see is a backlash against the moral masturbators who try to deflect criticism by pretending to be moral, just like the Catholic priests did when people started wondering if the clergy were diddling with their kids. The gambit works so far because this is a mob with little substance.

And it is the reason universities will either have to develop a backbone and call out these poseurs for who they really are — or they continue to give in and then an alternative to universities will replace them. There has already been talk for the last few years.

When everyone thinks alike, no one thinks very much. Those were the words from another smart person Walter Lippmann. When people don’t think and are too lazy to do so, they throw fits, hoping people go on the defensive and back down. You hit back much harder. You expose the grifters for who they really are — and then you go after their enablers twice as hard and make them accountable for their con games.

The University of Alexandra Kitty would be a place somewhere far away in nature with no contact with the outside world for two years — and then the next two years, you’d be having your classes in the streets, walking among your fellow man in the boardroom and homeless shelters. There would be no rest. There would be no time to think up excuses or be offended.

You’d have to justify why you alone didn’t stop the greed in the boardrooms or why you didn’t do anything but walk over the homeless when you were staring at your godphone with earphones on making Corporate America rich. You’d be in trouble for faking wanting socialism. You’d learn to be a genuine human being with emotional intelligence who could stand alone.

We have a shameful generation on cons who are just a bunch of loud-mouthed schnooks. Nothing more.

And it is a needless waste of a generation who never understood the reasons why you sit back and learn before you make lofty decrees and try to disguise self-interest lobbying as wokeness. It’s not. You are just trying to rig the board so that you can frighten people up the food chain into giving you a piece of the pie you never earned — too bad there isn’t any pie left for you — those who made it already had their share, and there are crumbs left.

You have to go make your own pie with your own knowledge and labor, just like every generation before you did.

Imagine that.

Your games won’t work on those who had to earn their keep. They have respect for themselves and their knowledge.

And lies cannot stand up to the Truth…

Fourteen years ago today, OutFoxed: Rupert Murdoch's war on journalism was published.

Disinfo is no longer in business, but the book is still around.


As I am still toiling away, I would like to take a breather and point out some of the fuckery going on in the press.

Like this bullshit piece from Quartz:

A new Twitter account is outing shoddy reporting in science stories

You misogynistic motherfuckers, some white guy starts a Twitter feed, and you give him free publicity about showing shoddy reportage about science?

I wrote two books chronicling the same thing and showing how to spot it, and I did not get a mention.

Don’t Believe It!: How lies become news was published in March 2005 and I had an entire chapter on this problem.

When Journalism was a Thing also extensively went into this problem last year, and you ignored it.

The man posts five seconds on Twitter, and you drool and slobber all over his ass as if he did something original. Go fuck yourselves.

And speaking of fuckery, boy, someone with big boy pants must have taken over the propaganda arm of the federal Liberals.

The National Post are being dutiful little minions and are doing free propaganda for them:

'Inconsistent with democratic values': Internal conflict flared over Jody Wilson-Raybould's controversial last act as justice minister

An internal memo claims Crown lawyers were being overruled and told not to use certain defences to appear less adversarial toward Indigenous plaintiffs

Really? JWR was your pick, assholes. That was the culture of control you cultivated. She was well within the brand of political reasoning — and you wait until your little SNC-Lavalin scandal got this far away from you to try to take swipes at her?

You losers do realize the more you slag her, the worse you sound, right? You either mistreated her, which speaks poorly of your prime minister, or you picked and propped up a lemon for years, which speaks even more poorly of you. If you had class — which, by the way, you don’t — you would be better off copping to the former rather than the latter.

Do you idiots realize this has now gotten way, way bigger than two ousted female MPs? You are all going to get hit with a bigger scandal or three before October, and it won’t matter. It doesn’t even matter now. You all sound like vindictive spouses going through a divorce and come off as petty shits. Get a crisis management team and get over yourselves.

And as for the National Propaganda — stop being stenographers for the Man. No wonder you guys bleed money.

But it goes beyond the childish and psychopathically abusive nose-tweaking. The Grits are desperate and reek badly of it with their vast conspiracy theories of political interference being floated as a possible bogeyman for them to frighten the little people into voting for them.

Dumbasses, here is the memo: all countries meddle in the affairs of other countries. That is why Julian Assange had to be silenced by bribing the regime who gave him refuge with loans — who knows what drugs were given to the guy during his exile to discredit him, but WikiLeaks released information that showed the the “political interference” happened everywhere all the time, and the Left sound like Loopy Lous trying to make it sound as if meddling happened only with Trump, and we have people in the Liberal Party sound like paranoid potheads warning that other countries will meddle in our election.

Yeah, the way you stick your pointy little noses in theirs. Fuck you. For a group of blowhards who preach about globalization, why would this even bother you? Globalization precisely means the right to meddle in other countries’ affairs. That’s like wanting to fuck everybody and still be a virgin. Morons.

One last observation: Peter Mackay’s column in the Toronto Sun seems to have a very sly, but nasty jab to Justin Trudeau:

No one is fooled by the crafted image, stage-managed appearances, bold bromides, soaring rhetoric and flashy wardrobe; the stuff of an Old Spice commercial spoofing itself for effect.

The Old Spice reference doesn’t fit — unless you recall that Matthew Perry’s stepdad was the Old Spice guy in commercials…and that Perry boasted in public how he used to beat up Trudeau in school when they were kids.

Trudeau could never compete with Perry in the acting sphere, so go show up the guy in politics where you are completely unqualified. Take that, Matthew Perry!

That’s all for now. I am averaging a chapter a day, and I am picking up speed. Propaganda-busting gets my juices flowing. I could never stand liars because they are arrogant cowards to the core.



The federal Liberals turned the dead corpse of journalism into its slave? You don't say!

Andrew Coyne has a very interesting and must-read column, and may be the only other person in Canada who sees something rotten in giving the dead profession of journalism government money:

Andrew Coyne: It's when you read details of media bailout that the chill sets in

If this goes through, everything will be subsidized: print, broadcast, the works — a whole industry of CBCs. You couldn’t do a better job killing the news business

You don’t say!

Beggars can’t be choosers, and what the beggars got was a chain around their necks. They are now the minions of the government who now will not only call the shots, but can make threats to take away designations on a whim.

The industry should have taken matters into their own hands, creating their own body of governance, and then reinventing themselves with radical empirical changes instead of being passive, arrogant, and whiny paupers looking for a handout.

John Honderich was hellbent on getting free government money, and if anyone in the business had an ounce of sense or survial instinct, they would have shown him the door, forget those self-aggrandizing “J-talks” and gotten down to serious work.

Now, you are all little propagandists shilling lies for the government — and you motherfuckers better do a good job of it, too. Look what happened to Jody Wilson-Raybould when she tried to follow the “Rule of Law” and not His Majesty’s Sketchy Decrees.

I cannot stress how needless the collapse of journalism was. I wrote books outlining the problems — and then offering very workable solutions.

When Journalism was a Thing was a book that showed where the problems were, and even then, how to break the shackles, but because I am Writing While Female and am not a Luxury Brand Name, not only do I get ignored, but people try to rip me off.

There is already a publisher who I found out is trying to pull off such a gambit, and it is the reason I put my book proposal up on Amazon. You will notice Amazon was kind enough to remove the “Look Inside the Book” function — something they don’t usually do, but they understood my plight and cooperated with me.

That’s the blueprint of the solution. That would be how to reinvent and resurrect that kind of profession.

The actual workings and details are not in there for a reason as well. Just the blueprints. I am not some deluded loon or some victim you can feast on at my expense. Fuck you. My entire adult life was researching this to the very last detail.

The profession had a choice: they could have listened to me, and give me credit and the outlet for me to do what I do best, or fellate the Jive Turkey so he can turn them into his worthless minions.

And guess what they chose?


But I knew they would…

National Post's continued peculiar conflict of interest. Newsmaker, client, guest columnist? What gives?

The National Post is a newspaper without a shred of propriety.

How else do you explain the tangled web of manufacturing newsmakers before having one of their lawyer-columnists represent two manufactured newsmakers as clients before seeing both said newsmaker/clients writing for the newspaper?

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And newspaper owners should start policing the muddied waters their editors credit. This kind of thing is highly unprofessional. It is one thing to report on people. That’s fine. It is also fine for an attorney to write a column and represent clients in court. It is also fine to have guest columnists.

But when they are all mixed in, something is definitely rotten in the state of Postmedia…

National Post reprints bullshit narrative. What else is new?

Here is a piece of capitalistic propaganda trying to make itself sound as if it were academic and moral:

Why the legal age for consuming cannabis should be lowered to 16

Adults are able to purchase marijuana and other cannabis products, while adolescents end up suffering the consequences of a prohibitionist regime now targeted at them alone

Motherfuckers, are you serious?

This “essay” is an excerpt from a book, but it is so full of holes, it is worth nothing.

This isn’t being discriminatory or “prohibitionist.” The biological truth is that until your early 20s, your brain is not fully developed. We give children and teens all sorts of legal drugs without thinking about the consequences, and now the authors — who obviously have a vested interested — want us to ignore science in order to help out bank accounts?

Let’s throw the kids under the bus! I want another Mercedes in my driveway to make my siblings jealous! Yay!

I like this piece of bullshit sophistry:

Time and time again, Justin Trudeau, both as candidate and as Prime Minister, emphasized that otherwise law-abiding adolescents had to consort with criminals in order to buy marijuana. They risked ending up with criminal records that would follow them throughout their lives. And illegally purchased marijuana might very well be laced with toxic substances, or contain THC concentrations that vastly increase the mental-health risks associated with marijuana consumption, especially for adolescents, whose brains are still developing until roughly the age of 25.

Uh-huh. I was a teenager myself, and I can tell you, teens were not “otherwise law-abiding citizens.” They stole and frequently, vandalized, shoplifted, had joyrides, and physically assaulted each other, and some engaged in statutory rape. Lots of people have juvenile records, and drugs weren’t the only thing on their rap sheet. You are not supposed to have the smokes and booze at that age, either, and yet whoever wants to do either or both at that age always do.

So don’t feed people bullshit stories. Teen years is literally a rebirth as you are now being barraged by the onslaught of hormones that completely alter your thinking and perceptions. So spare me this precious patriarchal story-sell.

This an entire article is trying to make a case for lowering the age for every other reason but they do not mention: that teens buy drugs from illegal sources, meaning they get their suppliers from someone other than a government or a government-sanctioned business, meaning they are not paying taxes. That’s what this little tirade is all about, but pretends to use facts and reason that do not stand up against reality.

This is about trying to gain a marketshare with a coveted demographic, nothing more. This is a con job, nothing more. What you have is short-sighted people who thought that they’d become instant millionaires with no effort or business acumen and they were going to sell weed and live happily ever after.

Except they weren’t smart enough to see that underaged kids were going to bypass them, go to a tax-free source, and then continue to go there and not their local pot shop where they have to pay more, and be more likely monitored when they want to do things anonymously.

So how do you sell an odious concept you have for self-serving reasons?

You throw out every reason except the real one, hoping people don’t notice.

People tried being instant Internet millionaires, then instant App millionaires, and then instant YouTube and Instagram millionaires. None of that worked, so now off to being instant weed millionaires.

But those magic beans aren’t doing anything for them.

That’s why there are calls to make all illegal drugs legal.

And even if they did, you still won’t be a millionaire with a conniving nature and a Zero-Risk Mindset.

But, nice try!

Memo to the National Post and the Guardian: Maybe you idiots don't see things coming, but I called both.

Canadian journalists are idiots. They willfully ignore the blaring signs, and then when it all comes out, they put on their fake shock face and scream, “Nobody saw this coming!”

Fuck you. I did.

Here is a piece of garbage propaganda from The Guardian written a by tool:

Justin Trudeau’s disgrace is like watching a unicorn get run over

The political scandal engulfing the Canadian prime minister has outed him as not quite the hero we all believed he was

Who is this “we”?

I saw it from day one. He is a classic grifter. The end.

And I am a political atheist. I am not a Tory hack, or any kind of hack. You had to be brain dead not to see the content of this man’s character, especially as many of you hung around him for years and hobnobbed with him. Give me a break.

And the Financial Post also is oblivious:

Canada’s economy practically grinds to a halt — and nobody saw it coming

Data reveals much bleaker picture than anyone anticipated with weakness extending well beyond the energy sector

No, Alexandra Kitty saw it coming and wrote about this for a long time. Read the past entries here for proof. Do you people all live in caves?

Or you just hid the facts and now that it is out in the open, you have to pretend you didn’t see the obvious that I have been writing about repeatedly.

So do not use the word “no one.” I am not a “no one.”

I am not some hysterical loon. I just see reality and keep myself up to code. Not like you, children, who never learned to use your eyes to see or your ears to listen…

Statistics are for shut-ins who never leave the house. You don't need figures when you can walk among the Spinning Laboratory called Earth.




Someone at the National Post thinks poverty is in decline in Canada.

Yeah, that’s why we have homeless people in Middle Class suburbs, people no longer able to borrow from payday companies, Uber drivers, people no longer having gold to sell, or a sudden decline in home sales and home equity loans.

We see a lot of businesses closing. The people in Alberta aren’t upset because they have too much money. SNC-Lavalin isn’t calling the shots and changing laws because if they go under there are a dime a dozens replacements — or even one.

This is a classic bullshit story.

Do not try to snow me with statistics. Those are bullshit figures used to tell the jittery shut-ins that everything is okay! Really!

It is like crime statistics: if people don’t report it and police refuse to file them, the numbers look lower than the actual reality.

The numbers tell you nothing. If numbers were reliable, polls would predict election outcomes, which they never do.

If you want to know what is happening, stop staring at your godphone, get off your worthless ass, and walk.

Not drive. Not stare at your phone or go window-shopping, but walk.

You walk up and down the street. You have a look. You people-watch.

You want accurate “statistics”, you hit the pavement and you walk.

I walked in the blasted cold at a university campus yesterday, you want to see disconnected and unhappy people dragging their carcasses like revenants, go to a campus. I felt as if I was a kid forced to visit an auntie in a nursing home.

I walk in all sorts of places day and night. I walked in downtown Chicago at two in the morning, being called Cagey and Lacey. I could within a short time tell you all about the regular panhandlers there, and I was an outsider.

Walk in a hospital and watch all the interns stare at their phone in desperation as certain medical staff duck out by riding up and down an elevator for hours. They go up, and then go down, never actually leaving the elevator.

You want to know the health of a region, get a pair of walking shoes and walk.

That’s it. You don’t need stats. You don’t need a government to tell you what’s what. Move around yourself and you have a more accurate picture of reality.

That was journalism in another life. Those were the people who hung around corridors and talked to secretaries and janitors, getting the real story — not those press releases.

Statistics is canned food. Walking in that spinning lab we call the world is the fresh food of facts.

You don’t need Big Data. You don’t need a census.

You need to be willing to see the world, not avoiding the places the scare you or make you jealous.

We lost that ability. People think there is a magic app that will give them the memo.

Don’t count on it. Count on yourself and move…

Nothing much to say today...

I have had a lot on the go, and I am tired.

I am still working on the first Chaser arc. I wanted it out much sooner, but I keep researching just to be precise, and then want to write it in such a way that it isn’t too dense.

After that, I don’t want to do heavy things for a spell. I want fun. 2018 was way too heavy, and I want to lighten the load.

But then I scan the National Post and shake my head at their nincompoopity. This column is the absolute worst of the worst. Spinning and justifying is a bad thing. You have a troubling little gathering and you need to acknowledge it, not blame the person who is calling you out on the carpet for those troubling details — and then throwing their past and disavowed beliefs in their face. Not only is it a logical fallacy, it is also completely irrelevant to the charges.

But this is the newspaper that serves as minion PR flunkies for Steven Galloway and Jordan Peterson. Journalism they are not. Intelligent they are not.

Worthless, they are.

Lara Logan is repositioning herself in her career, but she is a day late and a dollar short. Journalism isn’t “losing credibility”; it got destroyed, and it got that way because people in that profession stood together, creating a wall that kept ideological diversity and intellectual innovations shut out completely.

There was no need for it. It chose to be in cages, and not roaming in the wild. Journalists became animals in a circus and freak show, and have no natural instincts for survival.

I plan at least two fun entries here tomorrow, then the the first arc of Chaser.

We will see where my heart and mind wander from there, but today, I went to my old alma mater for a concert with a friend and did lunch at the Phoenix…with this classic as one of the songs played…


Who cares about the Oscars? The next generation will call you out for your pretentious thinking, anyway.

If you are not smart, refined, or cultured, but want to fake it, bitch about what should have won Best Pictures at the PR event called the Oscars.

On the other hand, don’t use that cheesy hack because it’s transparent.

I am pretty sure the Oscars do what American Idol does: pick the second choice to ensure enough attention and whining in public to give it more free publicity.

And if you are using Facebook and/or Twitter to puke how bad or good the choice was, you are a gullible tool.

But it didn’t stop the Globe and Mail and National Post from wasting their lives whinging about it. And the National Post used a chart! To prove what? That movie studios are strategically spending money on less box office successes in order to make more money in ensure those films are in the black? How naive are you, children?

If you don’t know by 2019 that the Oscars are just a vehicle to make more money on movies, you shouldn’t be running loose on the streets. You are too gullible to walk around without adult supervision.

So what if the comic book movie Black Panther didn’t win? It already made a profit. What’s wrong with you?

And besides, you would think after the temper tantrum people on the Troll Scroll threw over a 1971 Playboy interview John Wayne gave recently, that a little light would go off in those lone brain cells to make people wonder if the next generation would look down on their beloved movies and thespians.

Oscars have given awards to rapists, tyrants, drug dealers, philanderers, thieves, drug abusers, and all sorts of people who are not very nice over the decades — and you think this award means something positive?

In forty years time, the plaudits will be seen as a sign that this was the Stone Age and people were horrible and unenlightened.

So don’t get too worked about that a piece of disposable entertainment didn’t get a lollipop. It’s not a big deal at all…

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…

Narrative hyperbole, Canadian-style: the Gerald Butts yarn doesn't hold water.

The columnists are marching lockstep, a huge sign that the story told isn’t the real story.

Both the National Post and the Globe and Mail seem to Gerald Butts — aka General Jeeves the Manservant General — was responsible for Trudeau being Prime Minister. Don’t kid yourselves.

As I have said long before this mess, Canadians love their luxury brand politicians. Mom and/or dad was a politician of note? You will be, too. You can mess up, and people will still vote you, at least in the beginning. Zero-Risk dictates that train of thought.

A Trudeau doesn’t need a Gerald Butts to become a Prime Minister. He has the name. That’s good enough.

Much has been made of Butts’ tenure under premier Dalton McGuinty. Big deal: McGuinty also has the name. That’s good enough.

The press has made it sound as if Butts was a visionary founder of a start-up he made from scratch when what he has is a talent for riding in already-established properties.

And what makes him indispensable or cunning? Bitch-slapping critics on Twitter? Sticking close to the ones in power, never giving them any space or chance to see how they function without him? Meddling and keeping people away? “Virtue-signalling” that hints at deliberate deflection because of the idea that offence is the best defence?

That sounds like a crap marriage to a control freak rather than a strategy guru. That doesn’t take any particular brains or skill.

And for all the gushing, McGuinty had to bail. Trudeau’s first lap around 22 Sussex has been plagued by scandals usually exposed during the second or third lap. This kind of bad publicity and in-fighting is unprecedented in a freshman regime here. What the hell?

Butts failed upwards until he couldn’t deliver the goods, which he never really had to do because his overlords had built-in votes.

This passage from the National Post made me laugh:

In 16 years, I have never had occasion to think he lied to me, so I am obliged to take at face value his statement that he has done nothing wrong, and that he quit as Justin Trudeau’s principal secretary on Monday because he doesn’t want to be a distraction for a government fighting to retain its credibility against the background of the SNC-Lavalin affair.

He didn’t do anything right, either. He knew how to name-coast. The end. Big whoop.

And the Globe headline is even funnier:

Where does Trudeau go without Butts?

Maybe if the little brat had to do his own original thinking for once and not listen to hangers on, perhaps he could actually do the job, but that takes guts, not an entourage, and not cheap props like ugly socks, a selfie stick, or culturally appropriated Bollywood costumes.

We tend to forget how much random factors play into our lives. The zeitgeist and ortgeist often make our good timing seem as if there is something more to it. Keep close to power and often people will think you are a cause for it.  Correlation does not imply causation.

A lot of people will be rattled, nonetheless. The Grits blinked, and that’s bad enough. The cracks have opened enough weak spots to strike, and it is interesting to see how easily people delude themselves — and then psyche themselves out as the rest of the world watches…

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We don't need politics. We need empathy, respect, and compassion. You know, the things that count.


His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing. Upon my quoting Thomas Carlyle, he inquired in the naïvest way who he might be and what he had done. My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. That any civilized human being in this nineteenth century should not be aware that the earth travelled round the sun appeared to me to be such an extraordinary fact that I could hardly realize it.

“You appear to be astonished,” he said, smiling at my expression of surprise. “Now that I do know it I shall do my best to forget it.”

“To forget it!”

“You see,” he explained, “I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skilful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”

“But the Solar System!” I protested.

“What the deuce is it to me?” he interrupted impatiently: “you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.”

—Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson in A Study in Scarlet.


I am not pretentious, but I am not stupid. I know details, and get nuances and catch on to Shibboleths. I don’t shop in Manhattan, but Secaucus, New Jersey where there are those fabulous outlet malls, for instance. I have ever since I was a teenager. I prefer the complexities of Bénédictine over most other liqueurs. Armani for the wife, Versace for the mistress, but Moschino for Alexandra.

I am not some yokel. If I don’t know something, don’t assume I wanted to know it. I heard it, determined it to not be all that, and promptly forgot it.

Such as whatever script someone spews at me. Brag all you want. In one ear, out the other.

What interests me is human motivation and strategies. Who are you as a person matters, not some bullshit story you are telling me to impress me or make me jealous.

Because I am not obsessed with keeping up with the Joneses, people think that I am going to be impressed and feel inadequate. Don’t be silly. What Alexandra wants, she gets, one way or another.

And Alexandra gets what she wants and needs all by herself.

I am choosy and I am fussy.

I love to learn. I just signed up for this Oxford short course. I love to write books, and that’s what I am doing.

I don’t have to take the course, but I like to expand certain areas of my mind, and bring them up to code.

I have three more pieces of unfinished business. Right before January, it was a dozen. None were minor.

After those are taken care of, it is the next level upwards and forwards.

But I never forget my roots.

I don’t look down on people who didn’t have the same opportunities. I respect and admire them greatly, and not in some precious, condescending way. People survived wars, slavery, incest, abuse, terrorism, illness, poverty, and victimization. They didn’t “bring it on” themselves. I am genuinely outraged that my country treats First Nations people like they were disposable, for instance, while we have grifters who live it up on the taxpayer dime.

The US Democrats act like the Catholic church — they talk a good talk about liberties, preach to tell you that you are inferior and need them to guide you, use Doomsday scenarios with their environmental policy, and yet keep begging for donations as they ride around in limos.

And like the church they emulate, they are the ones who get caught doing really infuriating things that prove they are hypocrites, making the New York Post very giddy.


What is with this whole blackface thing, anyway? I mean, it happened in my junior high during class, and even then as a tween in the 1980s, I thought it was downright racist.

I can believe in forgiveness as a general concept, but it isn’t my place to forgive. I’m a white Canadian. I take my cue from the people who were wronged.

I remember The New York Times having this priggish Op-Ed piece when Megyn Kelly said kids did it in her time, and the opinionist got all snooty, claiming it wasn’t happening in his time and he was a couple of years older than Kelly.


It happens now, but as we know, it happened then, too. I smell pants roasting.

So here is one group of people who branded themselves as a morally superior party having a cemetery of skeletons jumping out of their closets proving that it really doesn’t matter who you vote for — they aren’t authentic. The labels of these political sects is just a front for conniver who wants to wear a paper crown and will tell you whatever you want to hear.


Canada has the same problem right now. The federal Liberals are equally troublesome. While Postmedia owns both the Toronto Sun and the National Post, getting to play both sides of things, I found this National Post column interesting:

The other jab in this combination of punches is their regular mentions of Justin Trudeau’s “family fortune” — a phrase the prime minister himself used inadvisedly in a press conference.

“That amount ($5,000) is peanuts for a prime minister who inherited a great family fortune,” said Conservative Rosemarie Falk, by way of example.

…But there is good reason why the Conservatives are adopting such deceptive tactics: they are working.

What deception? That the Prime Minister has no empathy or ability to adjust his perspective? His policies are not for the poor. They aren’t good for the Middle Class. They cater exclusively to limousine liberals: people with money who do not want to be inconvenienced economically nor personally.

And then Trudeau opens his mouth and proves it, as the Toronto Sun gleefully pointed out:

“We see proof that the conservatives simply don’t understand that low income families don’t benefit from tax breaks because they don’t pay taxes,” said Justin Trudeau.

It is Trudeau who doesn’t even know the basic reality of his own poor. Poor people do have to pay income tax even if they make less than $12,000 a year.

They also pay HST on goods and services. There is no tax exemption when you buy basics.

The left-leaning press kept their mouths shut on this one, as usual, hoping not to draw attention and censoring unflattering nincompoopity from the Jive Turkey because they know if the Tories win, there is no goodie fund for them.

What you have is a prime minister completely incapable of genuine compassion and empathy:

“While we continue to stay focused on Canadians, Conservatives continue to stay focused on how I grew up,” Trudeau shot back.

Yes, because you never grew up. The Grits focus on themselves, no one else. When you keep the poorest at arm’s length, you have no idea who they are, what they need, or how they came to be poor.

Method Research would go a long way to understanding what needs to be done.

For one, I would force any candidate running for prime minister to be forced to live for two years among the poorest of his or her nation with no help. All funds would be cut off, and they would be monitored.

You are going to live in a shitty little shack. You are going to have to get a joe job. You are going to have to pay the bills with whatever you earn.

Two years.

No limos. No colorful culturally-appropriate costumes. No designer clothing or children’s socks.

And, for giggles, you’d be sent up to the remote location where everything is more expensive.

Then you would be grow up, put on your big boy pants, and have a fresh perspective.

It would be good if everyone was healthy, happy, and prosperous.

This isn’t reality.

And ignoring it isn’t actually working for the Left. People aren’t blind or numb to their own whispering problems.

With Trudeau, it is shallow gestures and empathy phrases with no core to it, He apologizes for other people’s actions of the past, thinking that means something.

Not if those injustices are still alive and well in the present and you don’t see them.

Anyone with drama training can shed a few crocodile tears. So can people clocked for speeding and bawl to the nice police officer not to give them a ticket.

Kids in toy stores can do it, too.

That doesn’t prove you have empathy, respect, or compassion.

I am still haunted by my grandmother’s agonizing death. She chose to live because she didn’t want to be away from her family. To her, she did not want to abandon us and sacrificed everything to look out for us. She worried about how much sleep I got and agonized about my derailed career. She gave me pep talks and advice as she lay dying.

I looked after her 24/7. I had been so focussed on her that I abandoned myself in the bargain. My mother did the same.

And then my mother was diagnosed with cancer and then I was, too a few short weeks later.

We looked after each other. I had to trudge in the snow to walk a long way to the hospital to see my mother after her surgery three weeks after have surgery to remove my left ovary.

They gutted me. My stomach muscle was split in two. I was oozing and in absolute agony. I didn’t take the morphine I was given. I didn’t even pick it up because I could not be under any influence because I had to drive and look after my mother.

And I can barely walk, but I make the trip twice a day to the hospital where my mother lost a lot of blood and had a hard time keeping awake because of it. I had to look after her as I am terrified that my cancer has spread.

But I march to the hospital every day like a soldier. I would go to Fortinos to buy my mother something with flavour to eat as I also would bring her coffee, and try to cheer her up, and I can barely sit in the hospital chair, still in shock that asymptomatic me had motherfucking ovarian cancer.

And then she comes home, and a few weeks later, she has to have another surgery because she had something so rare that the doctor who had to operate never seen it before.

It is a never-ending siege of trauma.

And I know there are people who not only had it as bad, they have it even worse.

They have children with incurable degenerative conditions.

I have a bracelet a student made for me in jewelry summer camp that I taught one year. She was the sweetest, cutest, kindest little girl who took the class so she could make things to raise money for the fatal disease she has.

But she gave me a present because even though she is ill, she wants me to know that she likes me.

And it moves me. If I had the power, I would make her problems disappear.

But I don’t, and it bothers me.

I have known people who are going through extraordinary lengths for their terminally ill children, fighting a brawl with the heavens to extract every extra second at the expense of everything.

And we have a deluded prime minister who has his panties in a knot because his rivals have his number and keep dialling it.

We have never had a prime minister — on the left or right, who put children first.

And no, photo ops of you reading to them doesn’t count. Fuck you.

Neither is giving people money per child — it encourages the wrong kind of people to keep having them for the free money. I used to sit in the solarium and watch outside my old house on Main Street East in Hamilton and see Stroller Row.

We have children in battered women’s shelters. We have children who are sex slaves being passed around and videotaped.

The Grits give money to newspapers who fucked up their own worthless profession — but completely ignore children’s services.

This is vile and disgusting.

I like my art. I like my surrealist paintings, my books, my theremin, my Kintsugi, my Alexander Katsulin pottery, Turkish coffee, and antique furniture.

I like Sherlock Holmes, Han Hoogerbrugge, the Hives, and the Blue Beetle.

I am self-indulgent and eccentric, and if you don’t like it, go fuck yourself.

You aren’t paying my bills. You don’t care that I had cancer. Go to hell. I don’t have respect for your negging.

Because it is all meaningless if you don’t have a moral compass.

And politics isn’t the place you’ll ever find it.

Neither is this neo-Victorian façade. It’s not genuine.

A kinder world comes from empathy and compassion.

That requires vulnerability and connect, not cheap acting stunts and empty words…

Piaget, Pandas, and why there is absolutely no "war" on men or boys. As usual, the National Post is afraid of women with self-respect.






When I was in my early twenties, I had a rabbit named Trixie, given that name because I got her on Halloween (trick or treat), not because of Beatrix Potter.

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Trixie Pixie weighted 900 grams.

She was a tiny little thing, but had a heart of a lioness. I also had a red canary Ben who was free and the two were inseparable. When Ben passed away because the vet gave the wrong antibiotic twice instead of once, Trixie was very sad. I rescued another rabbit Susie, and the two also became inseparable.

Trixie had numerous operations because her jaw was too small for her teeth. She went to the University of Guelph constantly, but she lived about six years. She was loving, bossy, nosy, and very brave.

Particularly when it came to standing up to humans that rubbed her the wrong way.

There was one man who was a family friend who was not the most sensitive person in the world. He thought it was funny to make loud nonsensical noises when he saw Trixie, and tried to twist her nose repeatedly. She’d run away, I would tell him that wasn’t acceptable, he’d dismiss me as some sort of snowflake, and do it again.

But Trixie always got her revenge.

Because she knew which pair of shoes he wore and then promptly pissed in them. Only his. Never anyone else’s.

Then he’d put them on, complain they were wet, but never quite hit upon the fact that he was mucking around in rabbit urine.

And then he’d come for the next visit, where the cycle went on without deviation. I never went to hide his shoes from Trixie.

That’s what you get for intimidating a 900 gram herbivore.

Trixie was a smart little bunny. I had to euthanize her when she developed a brain tumour. I think her passing hurt me the most in the fuzzy kid division.

She had an unbelievable sense of fairness. I had been dealt a serious blow in my professional life, and one that would have been a breakthrough. I can count on one hand the number of times I have cried in my life, and that was one. I was blowing off steam on my sofa in the living room with my mother on the love seat that was in front of a ledge with potted plants on it. Trixie ran to the ledge, and promptly knocked flower pots right on my mother’s head by pushing them with her own little noggin.

What can I say? She thought mom was responsible for me getting upset and was going to level the playing field. She was a righteous little mini-lop.

She was protective of me, and I always returned the favour. I did not take kindly to people trying to abuse her, but it seemed every time I told a male — and it was always an adult male — to knock it off, they would fly off the handle, and keep doing it. I had a male relative do the same thing, and neither one of those people are in my life anymore.

They were both ill-behaved and unteachable. When someone tells you not to make loud and stupid noises and try to twist their pet’s nose, stop doing it. You are being a swine. There is no benefit in frightening a small animal. There is no benefit in bad manners that net you no rewards, but impede your social standing as you alienate people who just want you to stop annoying them and their pets.

It is not a “war” if someone tells you to stop being uncivilized. It is the inevitable byproduct of feral behaviour. I never went to these men’s houses to molest and disturb their animals.

But it wasn’t just my pets. These were the same people who belittled every one of my achievements, called me names, tried to gaslight me as they patronized me, telling me what to think regardless if I had expertise and they never heard of the subject before in their lives, and thought they had every right to tell me how to dress, dye my hair, put on my make-up, and that I should stop having a career, and do something of value, like get married and have children.

I never stood for it. I told them off, even as a kid, and then they got upset with me, calling me rude.

Excuse me, I just said, “Hello.” You made lengthy comments about a pimple on my chin. That is a deliberate attempt at establishing a pecking order by making me feel inferior to you and be too consumed with my alleged deficiencies to see what you are doing.

I am not a moron. The fact that I push back doesn’t mean there is a “war” against snowflake you.

Instead of getting your knickers in a knot, you can sign up for some etiquette lessons.


They really are miracle workers. Bless the Brits for their centuries-long dedication to sensitivity to other people’s feelings.

They didn’t write a silly column in the National Post whining about some non-existent war on boys and men, and then try to impose a narrative about it being “ideology versus science” because it isn’t.

So what’s really going on here?

Simple: communications technology finally caught up to reality, and what was always happening suddenly could no longer be suppressed by a patriarchal news media.


In Canada, men are a minority, and have been for at least thirty years. 50.4% of the population are women, and yet men are vastly over-represented in positions of power in both business and government. We have always had rigs that favoured men, and biology has zero to do with it. White men, who are even a smaller piece of that demographic pie, are even more over-represented based on the population make-up.

So here is a single minority group among a mosaic of minority groups, who are upset because the Internet finally allows us to hear what everyone around us is thinking. Stop mansplaining is not throwing a grenade; it’s feedback that the individual does not need to be treated like she is in kindergarten when she has a graduate degree and has expertise in the field under discussion.

Before, the press would either ignore the complaints, or worse, spin them to make it sound as if some lunatic fringe was spewing insanity. That is a crying shame. If people understood that in a planet of 7.4 billion people, you will have a sea of disagreement, outrage, support, and differing opinions decades ago, they wouldn’t take the peculiar stance that they are.

Fox News exploits this demographic: they target frustrated white men and then tell them nothing in their lives is their fault, which is ridiculous. Sometimes you are the architect of your own misery, and the sooner you see it, the sooner you can do something about it and get yourself out of your slump.

A big problem for men is the fairytales they have been told where there can only be The One, and if someone opposes you, that they are the Villain to be vanquished and women are just there to be saved because they are inferior to you and are made to drool all over you.

That is a fantasy.

And a horrible lie. If we reversed the gender roles, it would be no less horrific. No one should be following this destructive rigged script.

A more sensible map is that we all have hopes, dreams, and goals. We all have different life requirements. We are all flawed and make mistakes. We have rights, but also responsibilities. Life isn’t always looking for an entourage to drool all over you, nor find an inferior ditz to relieve your crude urges. People who have different ideas have the same rights as you do.

Cooperation and negotiation to coordinate our competing interests is far more profitable and liberating than some competition where it is all-or-none. A shrewd person makes alliances, and ensures that there is a balance for everyone in terms of work, risk, responsibilities, and payoffs. Jealousy, greed, laziness, and ego are very destructive forces, but they are not some static force that chains us forever to ruin our lives. We have to face our worst traits, acknowledge them, realize they manipulate our perceptions of reality, and then do something about them.

Men shouldn’t feel threatened if a woman is a visionary who is ambitious. She has every right as does he to aim high, but the second a woman does break through as a man is called on the carpet for trying to sabotage her, other men get scared and then make up a propaganda tale of there being a war on men.

No, there isn’t. There is a man person who is prime minister, just as the other two political parties have man people in charge of their party. The only party to have a woman person is the Greens and they have one seat.  The world’s most powerful players are men. That hasn’t changed. And those men have their fans and many are seen as visionaries.

There is no war just because someone calls you an asshole. You are an asshole.

That Fox News can tell bedtime stories to men who are silly enough to believe them is not a surprise. The sad thing is that those men don’t realize that the FNC gets rich by keeping them running on a hamster wheel of hate, and keeps them in a very unhappy holding pattern because that’s how they create audiences. MSNBC plays the same propaganda for losers on the left. Both sides would be wise to look inward, get off the fucking wheel, and break old habits and modify their behaviours to make them prosper.

But the National Post is playing a similar game, recruiting Jordan Peterson into their web, which I find utterly fascinating. Peterson is a psychologist by trade, and this pop psych narrative has many of his detractors unnecessarily stymied. Their counterarguments are too cerebral. They are over-thinking things and not addressing the audience that has had a spell cast on them as they have been primed by the FNC into thinking they are victims.

What’s interesting is that Peterson’s pop psych arguments do not go anywhere near the logic of Jean Piaget’s Stage Four of Cognitive Development (Piaget is Person #31 on the List of People Everyone Should Know). The Formal Operational Stage is one that many adults never attain, but you cannot be an experimental psychologist and not be in that very stage because that’s the very stage where experimental psychology depends on for its very purpose and methods.

So Peterson isn’t someone who could possibly be devoid of a Stage Four mind, yet his pop psych is clearly at Level Two and Three.

That’s quite a feat.

Journalism was never in Stage Four, and I have said that is the reason it collapsed, but Peterson made a career of intellectual regression. It is a cagey move: for one, your detractors will never reach the people who are being beguiled because they will use Stage Four Arguments, and those under the spell have been stymied by their Stage Three prison, and can’t see it.

They very well may be capable of making the leap to the Fourth Stage — but they were led to believe that they didn’t need that leap because the narratives they were told are of lower stages, and they cling on to those stories, thinking it is the answer for Winning At Life.

It is a recipe for self-destruction.

So if there is no “war” on men, why are they stuck in a slump that distorts their perceptions of reality?

The answer lies in pandas.


Many ambitious white collar types — and even the entire profession of journalism — have the same problem, regardless of gender, race, nationality, religion, or age. They make it so far, and then they can no longer move upward in a company or career. They have the right education and experience. They are smart and even social.

Are they victims of outside forces?

No, but they are a victim of their own panda.

A panda is a term for a seemingly benign personality trait or mindset that is more destructive to you than you realize.

Such as indulging in aggressive behaviours and ignoring repeated requests to knock it off. You may feel as if you have power to thwart and emotionally upset people, but if they push back, they aren’t going to give you another inch. They can retaliate.

Do you want short-term thrills — or do you want long-term viability?

In business, being passive-aggressive can get you up so far, but then when you hit a certain level, the rules change and what what worked for you begins to work against you.

Adherence to The One Rule That Explains Everything is a losing gamble.

And if your rule is that you can bully other people and they’ll just sit and take it, you are in for the surprise of your life. There are people like me who don’t care about your gender, race, sexual orientation, religion, wealth, education, nationality, connections, fame, or political affiliation.

You pull some bullshit stunt on me, and I will unleash my righteousness on you. Fuck you.

Treat me with kindness and respect, and I will go out of my way to help you if you should ever be in need or want of it.

No war.

And we in an era right now where we have arrogance and temper tantrums where everyone is accusing everyone else of waging some “war” on them.

No, what you are experiencing is the technology that lets you hear the world’s thoughts at once.

People have agendas. They bully. They try to get things they did not earn. They try to impress people with some image. They hedge their bets on a side they think will reward them.

The fuel of arrogance is messing with a lot of minds, but that’s easily remedied with a good dose of humility.

The only problem is when you chose the medicine, it goes down very easy — but when life rams it down your throat, the cure is often more traumatic than the disease.

And it’s coming a lot sooner than people think.

It’s not a war, but reality people need to worry about.

After all, if we just give in to “biology”, remember, people sure did love to kill, rape, and pillage, and enslave other people.

And they went to watch the slaughter of gladiators, imprison foreigners to serve as their slaves, and spark wars for pure financial profit.

Eventually, people started to become civilized and learned something called empathy.

And they sublimated those biological drives into something creative and productive.

So the biology excuse is pure nincompoopity, and it’s time to go up a rung in evolution — not down…

Reality Denial at the National Post continues...


A man asks a woman if she would be willing to have sex him if he pays her a million dollars. She says yes. He then asks if she would have sex with him for ten dollars. The offended woman asks, “What do you think I am?” to which the man replied, “We already established what you are. Now we’re just negotiating over the price.”

— Old joke attributed to everyone from George Bernard Shaw, Winston Churchill, and Groucho Marx.


I was reading this unoriginal column in the National Post when this naive passage caught my attention:

Scheer may have overreached in accusing Trudeau of mucking up NAFTA. Ottawa, like the rest of the world, is just trying to get through the Trump years with as little damage as possible, and Scheer’s Tories were noticeably mute on how they’d have handled the situation.

This is typical journalistic obliviousness. Canadian journalists still do not understand what permanent damage USMCA had on our fortunes.

As I have said before, the damage was so great, that it doesn’t matter if the US changes its mind and went back to NAFTA.

How so?

Because Canada capitulated and prostituted away their own sovereign rights in this bargain in a lazy and ignorant bid to make a problem go away. They buckled, and there is absolutely zero excuse for it. Your job as a federal regime is to stand your ground even when the going gets tough. You do not wave a white flag. Look at France — the Second World War happened how long ago?

And their reputation and respect is still smarting. To this day. The UK was bombed nightly during that same war, and yet they didn’t wave a white flag — and that’s why the UK still has gravitas and begrudging global respect that has eluded France ever since.

What Canada did was buckle under shockingly not-so-difficult circumstances. This should have never been a thing. Trump is no excuse. What if you were dealing with a real threat? One that could, you know, order airstrikes or terrorist attacks on us? Or had the clout to throw sanctions at us?

In the scale of difficult leaders, Trump ain’t even in the top one hundred, kids. Grow up, weak and deluded loser snowflakes, because dealing with an abrasive personality is not an actual excuse for being an incompetent coward.

And usually that’s what it takes for a country to buckle. Bombs and starvation. Not nonviolent trade negotiations. Morons. This was pathetic.

Now Canada is paying the price. China is not an ally of the US, and are currently at loggerheads with them, but their contempt for Canada goes beyond calling us chicken:

As a Chinese folk saying goes, "You cannot live the life of a whore and expect a monument to your chastity."

Translation: we know what you really are, Canada. We are just negotiating the price.

There was no positive to the outcome. Not a single one. USMCA sealed this country’s fate.

Cowardice and incompetence is not something you can just explain away, and then keep the lie going. If you are pretending to be a leader, there are certain pretences that you absolutely have to keep up, and Canada didn’t.

And other world leaders aren’t going to be snowed by the snowflakes. A few conniving ruses might placate the jittery and uneducated Middle Class back at home, not the cunning who know how to seize power.

It’s already happening, and trying to sunny spin rot won’t make it go away…

Method Research, Part Seven: Can we finally admit that narrative and journalism are incompatible?




If only reality was as simple as a comic book. Good guys are flawless. The bad guys cannot do anything right.

There is only one right answer. Everything is patriarchal with a Chosen One hero, and a horrific villain with no redeeming qualities.

This has been more than just comic book fodder in another time and place because those lines were erased a long time ago.

Reality is not simple. You may think you are always right, but the people you have harmed and wronged think otherwise.

Journalists have alienated groups and people with this game, however. They have a knee-jerk reflex that compels them to decree one side the Good Guy and the other the Bad Guy.

This narrative tick alienated audiences over time.

And now Covington happened.

At first, it was all simple, and now journalists are forced to backtrack and explain away bad information because it wasn’t simple. They did not ask the hard questions because that would have spoiled the narrative.

And from a snippet video, one narrative came out. Then a longer version made it more ambiguous…but then other things came out, but then some of those “other things” were not relevant, and so on and so forth.

All this mud-slinging on what? Why don’t we see journalists dig that hard when it comes to exposing child molesters or con men fleecing people of their life savings?

Here is a group of adults using their resources to go after a teenaged boy who may be a knucklehead, but he didn’t break any laws or pose a threat.

This is the very definition of insanity.

Do you notice that the press is going after Nick Sandmann, digging up things that do not have anything direct to do with him….but Jake Patterson who has been arrested for murdering two innocent people, and kidnapping their 13-year-old daughter as he kept a prisoner for almost three months, well, who care about him!

Think about that for a moment: I taught kids like Sandmann: smug, cocky, what have you, but not harmful.

Jake Patterson, on the other hand, is very harmful.

But in the drive to virtue-signal, the press ignores a threat and goes after the non-threat.

How brave of you all.

It would be one thing if Sandmann did harm, but a protest is a canned event. People are there to get media attention.

And why are we obsessing over a kid when there are lobbyists who are managing to persuade lawmakers to change the structure of society? Why isn’t the press going after them?

I wonder how many lobbyists, political operatives, and PR firms got what they wanted at the same time as this protest?

Simple: they want a narrative. Not facts, not information, not reality.

A story. A fable. A fairytale and morality play.

Nothing more.

When I went into journalism in order to study it, narrative was an obsession.

I had editors who got angry with me because I would not use narrative. I got in trouble for it.

Facts, I was told, were “dry” and “boring.” Make the pre-set narrative, I was told, regardless of the information I had.

That is why we have journalists tell people to dismiss critics: those are the people who break the narrative spell.

For example, the National Post decreed that a whistleblower was making himself over to be some sort of “spy.”

Memo to the National Post: All whistleblower are self-appointed, you morons. Every person who calls the police to report on witnessing a crime is self-appointed.

Every person who speaks out — whether or not they once engaged in the practice — is self-appointed.

We don’t have a government-sanctioned committee who decides who gets to speak out on stuff.

And every single reporter is self-appointed. They decide what stories to cover and who to interview. Their editors are self-appointed, too.

You verify claims. That’s the job. Was there a dark business going on or not?

The nincompoopity of the National Post is cringeworthy, but not surprising.

I saw the extent of rot and hubris up close.

It’s all about narrative, not facts.

Heaven forbid we educate the public with the real stuff going on around them.

It’s worse than bullies on a playground.

The story of Covington is that there was no story. It was over-covered with a pre-set narrative that had no basis in reality.

There aren’t any good guys or bad guys. Just flawed human beings muddling about being angry at something.

Because they don’t have facts or context so they have the information they can use to deal with the frustration that’s drowning them in order to get themselves to better places in a kinder and more productive way…

To the ditzes of the National Post: You can't solve your own stupidity. Your "solution" to Canada's spat with Saudi Arabia is just...moronic.

I would the simplistic and fragmented world of the National Post: no man is a rapist, and no woman ever tells the truth.

But when it comes to their political solutions to big problems, heaven help us all.

Like this piece of childish tripe:

How Canada can really hurt Saudi Arabia (Hint: export our oil)

Shutting down Canadian oil does not reduce global oil consumption — it only increases the Saudis' market share

Go ahead, and the Saudis just flood the market and give it away. For pennies. That will do wonders for our oil industry, wouldn’t it?

Think, dummy. The Saudis have nothing to fear from Canada.

And you are stuck on the same planet as people who do not like you. This petty and vindictive nonsense is puerile. The Saudis have a staple the world currently cannot live without. That includes you.

Instead of looking for ways to tweak the noses of other countries, we would be better off using our brains and understanding that the point of a government is to govern. Not to swagger like a hick buffoon.

Because unfortunately, we have a jive turkey buffoon as Prime Minister. The elitist prime minister trying to pass off the Tories as being “elites” is jut plain stupid.

He wants to use political propaganda to ignore that fuckery his brand of petty and vindictive nose-tweaking his regime has cost this country in the last year alone. Let’s pretend we didn’t get screwed over with USMCA, by the Saudis, and by China. Now, there’s a hat trick.

And to egg on the arrogance by deluding people that Canada has cards to play? We don’t.

Do you know why Canada is knee-deep in cow shit?

Because we have morons who want to retaliate and settle petty scores instead of think, plan, and get right down to business as they keep an eye to the bottom line and the future.

You start a petty spat, you hurt no one but yourself. You come off as some snot-nosed five year-old who keeps death grudges because baby sister got one more jelly bean than you did.

Grow up, children. This isn’t WWE where you cheer and boo on cue. We are losing liberties and have a pseudo-leadership who is telling their members to sweep it under the rug and pretend as if it hasn’t happened.

Because Canada doesn’t have a history of going up against veterans alone. Saudi Arabia is no pushover.

Logic, my friends. No narrative fantasy of Reality Deniers. A solid education in mathematics would have developed that part of the brain for you. You really got to get yourselves beyond Piaget’s Stage Two.

Seriously. This is why journalism collapsed. No logic, and no sense priorities, strategy, or reality…

Temper tantrums aren't saving Canada. Let's try something that actually gets results.

The Reality Deniers of the Toronto Star are at it again, using irrational and oblivious chest-thumping in lieu of actual reportage:

China needs to pay a heavy price for its treatment of Canadians

Are you serious? Are you truly that stupid? Canada stepped into dog shit without thinking about something called consequences.

Canada has no cards to play. Our economy is tanking. Housing is crashing. The few quality jobs are being lost. We fucked up USMCA because the Arrogance-Obliviousness Disease the federal regime has. We pissed off the Saudis as we are tweaking their noses as they can still make damage.

But China is another matter. They can, for instance, recall all of their university students studying in Canada. That can screw up our post-academic viability in a heartbeat. Canada can recall all of their students studying in China, and…that regime will not feel a thing.

Or, China can decide to stop all exports to Canada. Canada would collapse. We don’t have factories that can pick up the slack. We don’t have the workers who are trained. From medical equipment to food, most of our staples come from China.

And you asshole think that China gives one flying fuck about your threat? We put all our eggs in one basket, and then dropped the basket.

China is now throwing every single word we threw at them back in our faces, and this has been a long time coming.

Grow up, children. You have been nannied and sheltered. Stop making a mockery of this country with your moron hick schtick.

This reminds me of a horrible tragedy that happened in Toronto in 2003.

It was a ten-year-old girl named Holly Jones. She was grabbed by an adult male and dragged away to her death.

She was a lithe and dainty girl, and I remember the case very well. I have always had issues with adults who prey on children. There is cowardice, but that kind of cowardice is vile.

But I remember one columnist who basically opined that had young Holly taken self-defence lessons, somehow, that would have saved her.


A grown adult male and a child fighting. He has a plan, and she doesn’t.

Self-defence is not some sort of magical cure-all.

We could train a 10-year-old to box and then put the kid in the ring to fight the adult male.

You wanna place your bets on who would win that bout?

It takes a special kind of stupid not to understand that kind of grossly unequal fight, but it broadly hints that Canadian journalists have not gotten very far on Jean Piaget’s Four Stages of cognitive development.

That they have not reached Stage Four is not a surprise, but they are struggling through Stage Two — the Pre-operational Stage where they have yet to master this key concept:

Children at this stage tend to be egocentric and struggle to see things from the perspective of others.

They also have serious issues of Stage Three’s Concrete Operational Stage where children:

[B]egin to understand the concept of conservation; that the amount of liquid in a short, wide cup is equal to that in a tall, skinny glass, for example.

There is no logic. None. It is just anger control issues and temper tantrums. How does Canada go up against China? With irrational vendettas, wasting thoughts, money, and resources with childish tweaking? By making alliances where they have to enslave themselves with odious and costly favours? China can do to Canada whatever it pleases. They can literally hit us with such economic force that we will not be able to recover for decades.

And they know it, but we don’t.

But the Star column is as privileged white bread as you can get — sounding like some rich snot who becomes enraged because the foreign nanny spoke out of line. How dare she? I’ll show her! Do you know who I am?

Oh, get over yourself, you morons, and take some racial sensitivity courses.

Or didn’t you get the memo that this is the Woke Generation?

If China were to call Canada’s bluff, we’d be screwed, and royally.

The Globe and Mail also is making silly remarks: yes, Canada was in a weak position, but we have already lost that war. We lost it when the US knocked us off that pedestal. We got cocky and like our housing market, we vastly overestimated our value and power.

So is the National Post who are oblivious: China doesn’t need to “frighten” Canada — they can just fuck up the economy. They can flood the market and undercut us. They have intelligence they can use. If it comes to a brawl of might, Canada is cooked.

And once again, Canada had to go crawling to the United States for help because we are not an actual power.

Anger is not Canada’s friend. We can roar, and then get stomped on by someone who’s power is bigger than our own.

We don’t need propaganda sending us down the wrong path. We need an accurate picture of reality. We need strategy based on our own unique circumstances. This storm was brewing for months. We ignored it, thinking some They was going to make all better. It has gotten worse.

So instead of petty and vindictive rage puking based on nerdy revenge porn, we need a plan that actually works, given Canada’s deteriorating circumstances. Use wit, not a shit fit.

Because the longer this drags, the more incompetent and weak we show ourselves to be — and no temper tantrum can hide that bottom line…

Authoritative Ennui in a Zero-Risk Nation: When there are no consequences, it is Alfred E. Neuman all the way.




The National Post’s lone sane man Andrew Coyne has a tough job: being aware of the situation, and this column is interesting:

Andrew Coyne: Trudeau seems unperturbed as trouble brews on all sides

The Liberal election strategy would appear to boil down to this: sit tight, and hope there’s no recession

Particularly the opening paragraph is of note:

The prime minister was his usual insouciant self through the traditional round of year-end interviews: a shrug here, a smile there, with comments just ambiguous enough to justify each news organization’s decision to trumpet its own interview without actually committing his government to anything.

Yes, why is the jive turkey so nonchalant given all the motherfuckery his regime is responsible for?

Why should he be anything else? What are the consequences to him if, let’s say, the worst happened to Canada? That we fall into a depression, all the social safety nets end up with giant holes in them, and everything collapses?

Not likely, but not that far from being unlikely.

What happens to him?

Will he be arrested and sent to jail? Will he be fined? Will he end up a pauper on the streets as punishment for being incompetent?

No. He will get a cushy job somewhere far away where he can have someone ghostwrite his memoirs, get a speechwriter, land a few gigs, and continue to be a jive turkey.

He will have all the money and time to cultivate his image, perhaps hire a crisis management team to rehabilitate his image, and spin excuses because those who were harmed by his policies and decisions will be too busy warding off homelessness and despair.

He has nothing on the line.

It reminds me of my Sociology of Mass Media professor when I was an undergrad studying psychology, and he thought game shows were a snore because you never actually lost. You got a consolation prize, and you lost nothing of your own.

To spice things up, he said, people should actually lose something for real, like their own refrigerator if they lost the game.

Being a leader in a Zero-Risk Nation is like being a loser contestant on a game show: the leader loses absolutely nothing if he loses the election. You see US presidents leave office and suddenly become near billionaires. How is that even possible? We never question anything or follow the money.

And while Canadian prime ministership is nowhere near that lucrative, there is no loss. You just don’t come back to the next episode of the long-running game show Fuck Up Your Country With Your Shitty Ideas.

Whoop di do.

I mean, here is a country insanely rich in profitable natural resources, and the government has to give over a billion dollars to keep one sector afloat.

You have a government that tried to give money to the dead industry of journalism quietly and had to backtrack when it came out. And instead of pushing for investment to reignite the industry with fresh blood, newspapers are stuck with the same old scribes who never met an accused rapist they couldn’t spin a bullshit story for. The same profession that nitpicks on people they do not like, but pretend they are perfect as they watch their fortunes crash and burn.

And yet they never do deep digging at just how precarious everything is, even when they notice that household debt is spiralling out of control, don’t seem to call the jive turkey on the carpet when he crows about that nation’s credit rating — the provinces can’t say the same thing, neither can your citizens.

So how long before the bankers start keeping everyone’s credit rating aligned?

A Zero-Risk Nation never holds people accountable — not the people who count. That would be an admission of fault and flaw — and an admission to the entire global village.

The shame! The horror!

The gamble.

Citizens should realize that no matter how bad it gets for them, those who put them in that bind will go on with a happy, care-free life. Of course it will always “sunny ways” for the PM: he knows that he will not be called on the carpet for anything, no matter how bad it ever gets. He can apologize for other Prime Minister’s bad ideas, but never has to say he is sorry for the consequences of his own actions. It is the greatest of rackets, and he can be confident that he’ll be re-elected because he is in a cushy job in a Zero-Risk nation.

Why should he worry? Why should he care? What are the mechanisms in place that would bring about any other outcome?

None. The top job in the nation and there is not a single thing anyone can do should the one keeping that chair warm make a colossal mess of things…

Even when the National Post gets a clue, they Lestrade it. Mycroft Holmes they are not...

I have been saying for months that Canada is being isolated from the global stage, and this has been a slow, strategic, and deliberate process.

I will say now do not expect this game to be over anytime soon. We are merely in the first arc of this torture.

The game is strategic and the Canadian federal regime are arrogant morons and trolls who keep making things very easy.

Look at the how strategic this isolation has been:

The United States has slapped “national security” tariffs on us. Not just any tariffs. Our prime minister was accused of being a slimy boyish deceiver by the US president, and we lost our rights with USMCA. That takes care of North America.

Then came the dispute with Saudi Arabia with big dummy Chrystia Freeland mishandling that as well. Saudi Arabia has marked us and struck at us with no sign of ending their punishment. That takes care of the Middle East.

And now China. They, too have declared Canada an enemy with no forgiveness in sight, and their retaliation is only beginning. That takes care of Asia.

Do we see a pattern, children?

Do you realize South America and Europe will also have powerful players on the Hate Canada list in the near future, and those streams are already starting to show themselves?

This is a political and economic Gesamtkunstwerk: this methodical take-down has an artistic flair with everything being part of this disturbing masterpiece.

Canadians get snooty and pride themselves on being liked globally, and now, all of a sudden, that narrative — the only trick in our bag — has been disproven.

It took the National Post this long to realize that Canada is being isolated.

You don’t say! Reading my web site for story ideas again, children?

And memo to the National Post: your “guide” for watching the Fox News Channel is seriously wanting.

The superior one was written in 2005, by me, and it still applies.


What are we going to do with you, children? What is going to happen when the dumbass motherfuckers of the federal government get so stymied that they can’t give away monies to the newspaper owners in sneaky ways, anymore, like they did for your pals at the Toronto Star who had their contract canceled after word got out?

Canada is in serious shit. It is in serious, mothefucking shit up to its eyeballs. It has zero to do with us babbling about “human rights.” No one is actually buying that bullshit story when they see First Nations people live in shacks without so much as electricity as they mourn of the women that vanished; so just because a few universities have a faculty and make a disclaimer that they are on First Nations land, means nothing but lip service and insincere virtue-signalling.

It also has nothing to do with our paltry economic power or political clout.

It has everything to do with our natural resources.

China has been busy in this department for years, buying up mines and other raw areas in Africa and Serbia — all for a song.

You don’t think they were making nice with Canada because we’re so cute and cool, did you?

And now that they see the US has staked their claim and their intentions and mean it, it is war, and Canada is the battleground.

We are in uncharted territory without allies, but plenty of vulnerabilities, and a regime of goobers that the press insists on trying to pass off as competent, although others have seen how they could have dodged a bullet, but didn’t.

You have no idea what’s in store for you. Ontario tried to cut it off at the pass, but Moody’s still downgraded this province at the worst possible time. Think about it.

2019 is going to be an ugly year for the Reality Deniers, Script Followers, and Thought Thieves. They are in for a series of serious shocks and jolts like they have never experienced before.

But it was all avoidable, if only they thought their own ideas and faced reality instead of looking for scripts to crib…