Please Stand By

Life has a funny way of changing everything you ever believed to be solid and true… sending situations and people onto different paths, in opposite directions and at times, separating two individuals who at one time, despite relationship dichotomies, appeared to be of similar mind, similar path with one end goal.

So while we attempt to navigate our differing paths and life directions, I feel it kind and prudent to let our dear readers that the life of this blog is in the hands of fate.

I know – the horror!!
How shocking!

As you can tell by our extremely intermittent posting, it is being neglected and ignored by the creators. It might simply be time to let her go dormant.

I cannot say for certain if it will be reprised or return in its existing format or if we will let it fall into the archives of blogosphere as a ‘it was once a good idea’ …

Thank you to all who’ve come by and commented … your blogship was greatly appreciated and welcomed.



I really was minding my own business.
Content with writing heart wrenching, poignant and emotional posts about unrequited, lost love(s) and various life interests… truly covering a gamete of topics.
I had a steady stream of bloggers and commentators coming by, leaving their mark and remarks. I knew most of them with not to many new commentators. The passer-bys would leave their two cents and move along.
And then along came this… (see image below)


Not sure why but I was honestly creeped out by this Old Iron.
So I ignored him – figuring he was some old creep looking to hit on me, a one time commentor, a creepy passer-by.
Boy was I ever wrong.
So I continued to ignore this Old Iron person who suddenly appeared to comment on all my postings.
At least this time it was more than just one word sentences.
His comments appeared to be somewhat, well, coherent and at times, well – intelligent.
He appeared to have something to say and left insightful and funny comments.
Still, I figured he was an old disgusting creep.
A persistent one at that.
Eventually, wearing down my guard and suspicious nature…
Replacing my “Who the hell is he & what does he want?” with “Where the hell is he and why hasn’t he commented yet?!

That was how Old Iron & I met.
He initially creeped me out.
Eventually, I learned he was just this young dude who worked overseas, newer to the blogging community, looking for something different than his own… and he had found that with my blog… and then, me.
Eventually he gave me a link back to his co-owned blog that it not only horrified me at first, as much as it knocked every politically correct sense that existed within me into a wild, chaotic frenzy.
But it didn’t take me long to realize what that blog was all about (getting a rise out of people, done very well) and even I eventually started to actually, comment on his posts.
Still – I stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of his Bar Slaves.
But that didn’t matter to him… and eventually to me.
Not exactly sure where or at what point did we start to communicate outside the blogs, but we did.
A natural progression I suppose.
The rest is history, a dusty reflection in the rear view mirror of life.
In a very short time, Old Iron and I became best friends.
We’ve lived/survived a few lifetimes during the short time we’ve been friends.
My life isn’t complete without him in it in some important capacity or another.
Which of course doesn’t sit well with any potential suitors meandering my way…
Most don’t get our hybrid relationship/friendship.
Many don’t approve but meh, what do they know?
And while at times it’s annoying to have to justify its existence or importance – we actually like it that way.
What we have fits like a glove.
His idiosyncrasies complement mine, while grounding the other into whatever reality we’ve built around us.
We’ll be creepy old life long friends, sitting on some porch, in some beachy hot-weathered locale, rocking the rocking chairs in our twilight years, cackling at each other saying “do you remember when…” And we’ll both chuckle at our foolishness, with nothing except pure contentment that happenstance found it important enough to bring us together.

Hooo-dda thunk that this creepy commentator would come to play such a pivotal role in my life?
Oh hellz, not me!
And at the end of the day, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
For I was blessed on that fateful day with such an amazing and the bestest friend any human being could ask for, even when he annoys the living shit out of me and vice versa.

I’m not sure what to call it… but is happy anniversary appropriate?
Who knows… who cares honestly…
What I can tell you is that the last 3 years have been the best 3 years of my life, and it all started with a single word…
Thank you Old Iron.
You rock the Kasbah like no one else ever can, could, will or would.
May the next xxx amount of years be just as eventful as the last 3 have, and then some.

Lubya muchly.


Sovereign Neighbours

A video created last year during the Olympics explaining Canada to the Americans.

Canadian Elections Explained à la Rick Mercer Style


Green Party:


NDP/Bloc Québecois:

… No Missiles Required

Damn civilized societies.

The Canadian minority Conservative gubberment was defeated last Tuesday forcing the country back to the polls for another round of bullshit promises and lies.
And it hardly made international news, if it even made front cover news in our own country.
And I believe the reason being is: we didn’t blow up Parliament.
No cruise missiles were required to defeat a party who has been found in contempt of Parliament.
The first time in Canadian political history has a government been found in contempt of Parliament forcing a non-confidence motion to be passed and now a Spring election.

No cruise missiles were required.
No uprisings.
No pillaging or raping of the masses.
No threats (well that is if you ignore the Harper’s Conservative government for the last year or so – pretend you didn’t hear anything they said and you’ll believe they’re been no threats)

Damn us for being all ‘civilized,’ ‘proper’ and shit.
Perhaps we just don’t give a rats ass?
Seriously – only a very small percentage of Canadians voted in the last federal election.
If memory serves me correctly, it was only about 30 or 40% of Canadians voted.
We take it seriously alright.
Just as seriously as our politicians give back to us.
Why give a rats ass when our politicians don’t give a rats ass about its constituents?

Could be a bit of both honestly.
We are too civilized and proper to give a rats ass.
I mean all I did was shrug, book a massage and a hair appointment.
Oh and I did my nails too.
Talking to a few others, I get blank stares and a request for directions to the Beer Store.
It is afterall premo-hockey season and you don’t want to come between a Canadian and his/her beer on hockey night in Canada.

I don’t know about the rest of Canada but I can say this much for myself:
There isn’t a single party out there that actually stands behind their promises, campaign beliefs without changing on a dime once they get into offices.

Left Over Turkey

It’s all about bashing one another in television ads with millions of tax payers dollars.
It’s about blaming the other parties for their lies and inefficiencies.

I mean honestly this is what we have…
Conservative Party: Stephen Harper
Liberal Party: Michael Ignatieff
Bloc Québecois: Gilles Duceppe
NDP, aka Socialist, Party: Jack Layton
Green Party: Elizabeth May

There are more parties but really, they are irrelevant.
Well… I suppose they all are irrelevant at the end of the day.
It is politics afterall – all broken promises they have no intention of keeping.
So why bother?
I mean we will continue to be taxed out of our ying yangs.
They will continue to bullshit about health care reform.
I mean this whole HST fiasco will never go away, in spite of it being a rather important platform issue. It will go away the same way the GST was supposed to go away, oh how many years ago? Yeah. ‘Nuff said.
The proposed budget is a farce that doesn’t do much for us little guys who hemorrhage our hard earned money just to say we live in this beautiful country that is falling flat on its promises-and-spending face.

It’s all a big ass joke.
And honestly the only thing one can do in the face of such farcery is to book a massage and git ‘yer hair all did up nicely.
And then… sit back with your favorite hockey jersey, beer in hand, and tune out the idiocy that is our politics for a great game of physical hockey.
Because at this point in the political game, for our big beautiful country, hockey is the only thing that makes any real sense, washed down with a good brew, while cheering on for something that is worth cheering on for.
The Stanley Cup.

White America was Spoken for Apparently

I need to rant because I am tired of being labeled a racist because some ignorant, ditzy, spoiled, frustrated, idiot WHITE teenager rants on YouTube about Asians talking the library on their cellphones at UCLA.
I am guilty by skin colour association.
Look that broad is an idiot.
Insensitive idiot.
AND I am taking offense for being categorized with her because of my skin colour… that this is a belief that is shared by all WHITE Americans.
Because she spoketh… it is therefore certain truth for all white Americans.

The issue came full round for me on Facebook when an associate of mine, who is of a mixed race AND a teacher, put as her status the following in response to the girls video and the linked article above:

Hi, this is America where we go to college and bleach our hair and push our boobs up in front of the camera so we can spew hate about Asians when we’re supposed to be getting political science degrees from a university that dares to be diverse.

She then proceeded to following up in her comments with the following:

I almost wrote “Hi, this is White America…” but I don’t think I can be as hateful as this girl.

And as of the time of this post, she has well over 35 comments and counting on this status with several LIKES on her last comment about White American.
All agreeing with her.
I was the only one who spoke out against her ignorant remark!

This is my beef with her statement above:
… nothing frustrates me more than listening to those who preach the need for tolerance, diversity, acceptance and inclusion of all race but seemingly, don’t practice it themselves.
My take on it is don’t ask for what you can’t give in return.
Calling out another persons ignorance followed by an ignorant remark that all persons of that race share their belief simply perpetuates the same intolerance you rage about…
Don’t be hypocritical!!!
It appears as though that WHITE/CAUCASIAN are all ignorant, intolerant asses.
That one person speaks for the entire caucasian race.
That no other race in the world experiences frustration, ignorance, political incorrectedness.
Just use whities!
Because the moment we say something to retort such perpetuation of ignorance – I hear: what do you know about discrimination? You’re White! You’ll never experience what we [insert race here] went thru in [insert century/decade here]

Maybe I can just then say that all black people are socialist idiots because the black president you chose to speak for you spews forth his own brand of the truth?
Maybe I can just then say that all Middle Eastern people (regardless of faith) are terrorists because a few radicals?
OR maybe I can say that all Germans are Nazis because of a time and place where it was the regime?

I mean I could go on and on… but the moment I say some shit like that, the fact that I am a WHITE person saying it: I am IMMEDIATELY labeled a racist. If another race says it… its not.

No longer acceptable to me.

OK. I’m done my rant for now.

POST EDIT: I woke up to this crap on her Facebook page as though this is the gospel from okTrends: Enjoy!
What If There Weren’t So Many White People

The Truth About Doomsday …

… the countdown until our eminent death and utter destruction is here …