How do we go back thousands of years and change the human condition of race and superiority, or the illusion thereof? How do we move forward and change the future? We can’t do either. For lack of a better term – we’re screwed.
All the work done in the name of friendly race relations doesn’t seem to be sticking, or working, or getting into the thick human skull that we’ve all come to know and love. The oppression against every race in some way, shape or form is seen throughout our very busy, sometimes happy, but brutal human history.
It would appear that if humans aren’t beating each other into a bloody pulp… we’re not having any fun. Yes, we’re just that sad.
All the feel-good videos, songs, stories, posters, and conversations have done squat. Some may argue that the internet has made things worse by actually opening up the racism door even wider by the simple fact that it is a world-wide medium – for all of us to use. All of us.
The flip side to this is our inherent desire to speak our minds in whatever fashion we deem suitable despite who doesn’t like it. Although that’s a different story, the results are connected to this one.
Perhaps many thousand of years ago we should have stayed in our respective caves with our respective races and not ventured out to other lands. But we all know that wasn’t gonna happen.
“We meet again, Mulcair, Trudeau, and May” scowled Harper as he stroked his evil kitten.
Think about it, like any James Bond villain, Prime Minister Stephen Harper has gone out of his way to take over Canada, while he sacrifices his henchmen any time bad things happen. Remember Nigel Wright? He was Harper’s “Number 1” (the one with the hidden poisoned-tipped knife in the shoe).
It must be bloody frightening to be a minister under Harper, because it would mean that you are subjected to jumping to your death on your own accord to save Harper from any scrutiny, while you mutter “It’s been a privilege serving with you sir!”
And don’t do anything too stupid. Also known as a “Duffy”, a “Del Mastro”, or an “Oda”. You’ll get thrown into the shark/alligator/piranha tank.
From day one, those who have been unfortunate enough to cross Harpers’ path the wrong way know his wrath – or at least his dirty looks… while they are forced to walk away from their post. How many ministers have ruined their political careers lying for Harper over and over and nauseatingly over again on the many news programs and political talk shows?
As the publisher of the GFP, I suppose I should say a little bit about the Free Expression Awareness Campaign that’s currently underway in Paris, France, courtesy of the controversial publication Charlie Hebdo, and offer my rendition on this complex issue.
It was without a doubt, a most un-cool thing for the Charlie Hebdo people to be killed while drawing crappy cartoons. And by crappy cartoons I’m mean crappy cartoons that I can’t be bothered to look at (except for the cover of the “Je suis Charlie” Issue, which is on the GFP Facebook Page because the GFP supports Reporters Without Borders and they put the cover on their Facebook Page and I shared it yadda yadda).
There are a lot of “things” I don’t look at.
Anyway, it’s very simple - “If you don’t like what you’re watching – change the channel!” That’s right, if you don’t like what they publish, print, video, text, or whatever, you have an option to NOT look at it.
Kidnapping one person is bad enough, kidnapping almost 300 teenage girls aged 12 to 15, to be sold as sex slaves in this day and age is sheer lunacy.
Abubakar Shekau, (the bone-head in the image) Boko Haram’s self-proclaimed “leader” is quite simply bat-shit insane. This clown with the funny hat is making other terrorists look bad, even Al-Qaeda is upset!
Boko Haram are annoying, shit-disturbing lunatics, who think that they, like all terrorists, have the right to inflict their brand of hell onto innocent Nigerians, without pondering the outcome, be it good, bad or ugly. In this case… seriously fucking ugly.
Boko Haram’s translated meaning of “western education is sinful” leaves little to the imagination, but it’s not the stupid name that gets our backs up, it’s the cowardly tactics they use while pretending to be big bad asses when they are essentially hiding behind the skirts of a few hundred little girls.
If you haven’t heard of Toronto Mayor Rob Ford and his latest escapades, then you’re a very fortunate person and live in Antartica. Do yourself a favour and try to keep it that way.
Unfortunately for the rest of us, the Ford garbage pile keeps getting larger… and larger. In fact, it’s a bigger pile than during the garbage strike under Mayor David Miller. Literally. And it smells just as bad. Maybe worse.
And the “Ford Nation” (which we nauseatingly have to hear about far too much) must be the garbage-can that holds the Ford garbage pile. Sounds legit.
What sane individual backs up an ignorant*, public-peeing, crack-using, drunk-driving, pot-smoking, foul-mouthed, quasi alcoholic? The only taboo not on the list is a prostitute and… oh wait…
Kingston, Ontario… Canada’s first Capital until Ottawa was declared the new Capital just prior to the War of 1812. Parked on the shores of Lake Ontario at the most eastern end and across from the United States, Kingston lies between Toronto towards the west, Ottawa to the north and Montreal to the east. It’s home to Queen’s University, more penitentiaries that one can imagine, and Sir John A. MacDonald’s home, who was Canada’s first Prime Minister and an all-around cool guy.
And for some odd reason I live here too. But that’s another story.
Imagine… a city with a population of roughly one hundred and twenty odd thousand and we get to have some homophobic cretin sending out threatening letters to a same-sex couple, describing how [they] will apparently shoot at the home and/or at the couple themselves using BB Guns – because as I quote from one of the ‘Letters’; “…in Canada, real guns are hard to find…”. Comforting thought.