This country won't be getting my vacation dollars...such as they are, after the Lie-berals suck what pennies remain in my pockets.
Pets hurled from bridge in Puerto Rico....government seizure of pets is vicious, unwarranted, inhumane and deserves global condemnation.
Read about it here.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Voting for the Fibs will mean more Toronto taxes
Mayor David Miller of Toronto apparently thinks that the vote for the Fiberals means that everyone in Toronto will pay his new taxes...read about it here.
Bend over and take it, all those morons who voted Fiberal, you're gonna get it good and hard.
Bend over and take it, all those morons who voted Fiberal, you're gonna get it good and hard.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Morons. Most Ontarians are morons.
If the McGuinty government is returned to power, it proves that Ontarians are unthinking sheep who don't object to being lied to, having their civil rights whittled away for the sake of photo ops and sound bites, seeing millions and millions of their tax money squandered, having the health care system gutted, and watching while McSquinty & Minions turn the province into the first North American third world environment.
Thinking about four more years of that smirking chinless hypocritical McSquinty and his robotic henchmen is enough to make me hurl.
Dopes.
Thinking about four more years of that smirking chinless hypocritical McSquinty and his robotic henchmen is enough to make me hurl.
Dopes.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Stop it, Dalton, you're killing me! HAHAHAHA!!!!!
According to the Toronto Sun....
Dalton II: No new taxes
BWAAHAAAHAAAA!!!!! If anyone believes that, I have some great Florida swampland...I mean, development land for sale.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Anyone who votes for the Dalton Gang is uninformed and uncaring.
Dalton II: No new taxes
BWAAHAAAHAAAA!!!!! If anyone believes that, I have some great Florida swampland...I mean, development land for sale.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Anyone who votes for the Dalton Gang is uninformed and uncaring.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Shame on you, Laurel Broten
Toronto's municipal code clearly states that election signs cannot exceed a specified square footage. Laurel Broten signs that clearly exceed this maximum area have been erected all over the Etobicoke-Lakeshore riding....how convenient, just before a long weekend when City workers aren't available to take complaints and remove the signs.
You'd think that after Broten's Garage Mahal fiasco, she'd step more carefully.
I am gravely disappointed. This is NOT what I expect of an honourable candidate conducting an honest campaign. And I don't want to hear the "I didn't know, I wasn't responsible, somebody else did it" victim whine. As the great Queen Victoria said....We are not amused.
I know for a fact that the square footage exceeds the maximum permitted area....the signs are too darn tall for me to know definitely whether they exceed the height maximum - which, considering that I'm 5-2 and the maximum is 6 feet, is a pretty good indication that they exceed the height maximum as well as the area maximum.
Look for yourself. The first sign is a legal Barlow sign versus an illegal Broten sign, the second shows the skinny edge of the sign running up the middle of the pic. Now, figure that I'm 5-2 and holding my camera lens at eye level for the edge pic....does that top look higher than 6 feet to you?
You'd think that after Broten's Garage Mahal fiasco, she'd step more carefully.
I am gravely disappointed. This is NOT what I expect of an honourable candidate conducting an honest campaign. And I don't want to hear the "I didn't know, I wasn't responsible, somebody else did it" victim whine. As the great Queen Victoria said....We are not amused.
I know for a fact that the square footage exceeds the maximum permitted area....the signs are too darn tall for me to know definitely whether they exceed the height maximum - which, considering that I'm 5-2 and the maximum is 6 feet, is a pretty good indication that they exceed the height maximum as well as the area maximum.
Look for yourself. The first sign is a legal Barlow sign versus an illegal Broten sign, the second shows the skinny edge of the sign running up the middle of the pic. Now, figure that I'm 5-2 and holding my camera lens at eye level for the edge pic....does that top look higher than 6 feet to you?
Liberal hypocrisy yet again...should that be, still?
McSquinty is yipping and yapping against a PC statement respecting partnering with private organizations for health care, provided the care is paid for by OHIP.
What is McSquinty yipping about, when his government entered into public-private partnerships for hospitals, the infamous P3 hospitals?
And now the cost overruns in Sarnia and all the questions about who knew what when, look to be taking down the Liberal MPP there.
Read about it here.
And read about Dalton's refusal to answer questions, and how his Fibs flip-flopped from criticizing P3s, to gleefully entering into them.
Hypocrisy, thy name is Fiberal.
What is McSquinty yipping about, when his government entered into public-private partnerships for hospitals, the infamous P3 hospitals?
And now the cost overruns in Sarnia and all the questions about who knew what when, look to be taking down the Liberal MPP there.
Read about it here.
And read about Dalton's refusal to answer questions, and how his Fibs flip-flopped from criticizing P3s, to gleefully entering into them.
Hypocrisy, thy name is Fiberal.
Do we live too long?
And do we waste the time we have?
I found lovely little cemetery yesterday, with headstones mostly from the 1850s. A beautiful place that was so peaceful, as though it were in another dimension from the manic activity of its main street location. Cemeteries are peaceful places; after all, the dead are no threat, it’s the living who can hurt you.
Some headstones were so worn and broken they could not be read. Some were pink granite monuments, still whole and legible, obviously for affluent families. Some only had initials, the deceased's name lost forever. Several headstones were for entire families; mother, father and children – two, three, four children, all dying young. It was saddening to see so many headstones for wee ones; “died in infancy”, “died 2 years, 7 months”, “died 3 months, 4 days”.
Many detailed the person’s date of birth, date of death, and the number of years, months and days the person had lived. Some listed occupation; one deceased was a reverend who lived only 27 years.
I am fascinated by the historical inclination to list every moment of life, and compare it to our compressed version where only years matter. Life was so short then and the spectre of death such a reality - war, disease, accident, even a bad tooth could kill you - that every day mattered.
Do we waste the days we have now? Do we take our days too much for granted? Do we delay too much, believing that there will always be time?
If death were a closer friend, more over our shoulder, if we knew our lives would be short, would we accomplish more?
Perhaps we should start counting our lives in days, not years. And make the days count more.
I found lovely little cemetery yesterday, with headstones mostly from the 1850s. A beautiful place that was so peaceful, as though it were in another dimension from the manic activity of its main street location. Cemeteries are peaceful places; after all, the dead are no threat, it’s the living who can hurt you.
Some headstones were so worn and broken they could not be read. Some were pink granite monuments, still whole and legible, obviously for affluent families. Some only had initials, the deceased's name lost forever. Several headstones were for entire families; mother, father and children – two, three, four children, all dying young. It was saddening to see so many headstones for wee ones; “died in infancy”, “died 2 years, 7 months”, “died 3 months, 4 days”.
Many detailed the person’s date of birth, date of death, and the number of years, months and days the person had lived. Some listed occupation; one deceased was a reverend who lived only 27 years.
I am fascinated by the historical inclination to list every moment of life, and compare it to our compressed version where only years matter. Life was so short then and the spectre of death such a reality - war, disease, accident, even a bad tooth could kill you - that every day mattered.
Do we waste the days we have now? Do we take our days too much for granted? Do we delay too much, believing that there will always be time?
If death were a closer friend, more over our shoulder, if we knew our lives would be short, would we accomplish more?
Perhaps we should start counting our lives in days, not years. And make the days count more.
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