The Con Job Bailout
 

 

“Greed is good”
—  Michael Douglas as Gordon Gekko in the film Wall Street

What a week, eh, folks? A stock market that plummets over 700 points in one day, just minutes after the American Congress scuttles a $700-billion bailout package, an ashen President Bush almost on his knees begging for his suited pals' hineys to be saved, major banks swallowing each other and the possibility of another 1929 looming.

Happy October! I kind of enjoy it, y'know, seeing these fat cats grabbing their foreheads in anguish, watching politicians and the four people vying to run the free world come January 2009 looking everything from bewildered to embarrassed to terrified. And hey, don't think that just because we live in Canada that things will still be humming (sort of) economically if the bottom really falls out of the American economy; remember, when America sneezes, we get the sniffles, up here too. In any case, two major things stand out in my mind: Just how little difference there are between the two main U.S. political parties, and how much the female of the species have done their part to create and extend the life of this U.S. mess. The whole thing is one big con job.

I've just seen a John McCain campaign commercial wherein he is yammering about how greedy Wall Street is, and how incompetent his opponent Barack Obama is to deal with a serious crisis. This is the same McCain who strode up to the microphones just a few nights ago with fellow government guys and gals from the Democrats and the GOP and said that the "bailout package" was a done deal, that the vote was just a formality. But when the vote was taken, down the bill went. Out came the blaming, wagging fingers and insults. As they say in the old movies, "Wha' Happened?" It's not that hard to understand. Congress people from both parties acted as one, a "Uniparty" as it were, terrified of the numerous calls and e-mails from people who didn't want Mr. Pennybags' and his pals' backsides saved to the tune of $700 billion on the shoulders of the taxpayers. Once again, the cries went out, We've got to save the middle class!, and about the only people happy with the fall of the first "Emergency Act" were the manufacturers of headache pills and stomach tablets. Said simply, the U.S. Congress and its reaction to the Wall Street crisis proved that, as the late Dr. William Pierce of the National Alliance put it, "There's not a dime's worth of difference" between the two parties. Like so many politicians who take oaths of office to serve their constituents, they showed their true colors this week, and their loyalty wasn't to the voters or to the Republican "red" or Democrat "blue" but to their paychecks' green and their priority of staying in power by hook or by crook — it's a hallmark of the uniparty system that has wrought havoc on America for years after the so-called postwar recovery. Wow, you couldn't write drama like this. I see a future movie here that'll sweep the Oscars in maybe 2011.

Capitalism and its blood brother greed, have been major sources of ruination of a society wherever it takes hold and grows strong. Yet, sooner or later, as it did in 1929 and this week, its old petrified legs need to be buttressed or else it falls, as does every economic system built on usury, theft, speculation and all the other nasty features that end up with mortgage meltdowns. bank failures, credit destruction (better hang on to your ATM cards) and the other ways and means that create fear and loathing that led to the meltdown in the first place. Well now, the fat cats in New York (and other world financial centers) got some good kicks in the cojones, and the worst of it may not be over. No matter whether Obama or McCain wins the election on November 4, the economic malaise that descended into catastrophe will still be there for a new, untested man whose honeymoon with the USA may soon be over, or the old war-monger who will encounter a new economic enemy he'll have as much success in eradicating as America had with al-Qaeda and the Taliban. Barack Obama is having a field day; his speeches are sounding more like Martin Luther King's "been to the promised land" every day as he sweet-talks the crowd with the enthusiasm of a cheerleader and the sincerity of a game show host. The credit crunch has turned the new Gang of Four (Obama, Biden, McCain and Palin) into a Party of posers and Wall Street shills.

My colleague Don Andrews in a recent editorial commented about how white women were our weakest link. When the bill was declared defeated in Congress, the name of 68-year old Democrat Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi was most assuredly the one that was most-often spat out with the most contempt and cursing by the beltway boys. Seems she couldn't be content with just being part of the pre-vote team saying to the cameras, "Relax, everyone, we have a deal." No, Nance had to put in her two cents' worth of hissy gal anger; heaven only knows how much her mouth scuttled the deal, before and during the vote. She and that twerp, fellow Democrat Barney Frank (Washington's answer to Elmer Fudd). For the Republicans' part, the rebellion of the GOPers sure didn't make their candidate McCrazy look very presidential; he looked more like a babysitter whose charges were trashing the house. And neo-cons everywhere from discussion panels to virtually every host and anchor on Fox News are blaming McCain for the coming meltdown of the Republicans' chances of victory as the campaigns enter the last month. So much for the power of the checks-and-balances system of Executive, Legislative and Judicial making sure government works.

It is very telling that Washington just can't go now and bail out the capitalists and Zionists on Wall Streets with the ease they have had over the past few decades. Lehman Brothers was just one of those institutions that couldn't be saved from Chapter 11. Washington Mutual, the sixth-largest US bank, survived the 1980's savings and loans scandals only to be sold to JP Morgan/Chase. Citigroup swallowed Wachovia, while Merrill Lynch is now owned lock, stock and bull by Bank of America. Now there's an angry America dead set against this massive bailout.

Locally, there's hardly been a whisper about the meltdown by Messrs. Harper, Dion or Layton; they're all apparently too busy getting ready for this week's debate or maybe all are scared for their own reasons to comment (I will be watching the debate just to see what, if anything is said about the American credit crunch). As for the obvious question of 'Can it happen here?' well, sure it can. This nation and its politicians, both Tory and Liberal, have been suckling on the Bay Street teat for years, and this nation, in many sectors, is still reeling from Reagan/Mulroney schemes like NAFTA, factories shutting and job importation.

It's just disgusting to see this insanity, this orgy, this culmination of the continuance of shop-til-you-drop greed attitude in the last 40 days of the Bush administration. Given that senators are elected every six years, it's astounding that Congress, one of the "checks" of American government created to prevent the insanity we've seen in Washington, is so impotent, useless and corrupt. If the American voter doesn't turf out ever last one of them who votes in favor of the bailout bill, they deserve every last painful piece of economic ordeal and financial hardship that awaits. When fat cats ruin your land, you don't reward them by saving their cholesterol-soaked behinds, you punish them! That's right, if you let the fox in the henhouse, don't beef about the stench of the hen corpses; just bite the bullet. It's your support of this material-girl garbage culture that wrecked your nation and the welfare of this very planet. It's your fault if you support major presidential candidates who are little more than Wall Street shills and con artists.

The rescue bill (the second version of which has had an extra $150 billion in goodies added to grease its passage) has just been approved. No, my American friends, neither Obama nor McCain nor Biden, nor even Sarah the Chipmunk, will save you from the further effects of the Wall Street Meltdown of '08. And thanks to your loyalty to Zionist capitalism, the only way many Americans will be able to own a house will be in a game of Monopoly. Serves ya right. If you've just bought a new stove or fridge, just don't throw out or recycle the box: between now and December 2009, it may become your new home.

 

 

John Ross Taylor's Spirit Never Rests
 

 

In 36 years in politics, I have known many people of many different personalities. In any area of politics, rare is the true believer, someone who will fight and be willing to endure suffering, imprisonment and all manner of vicious vindictiveness for those beliefs. It takes patience, courage and real fortitude to be the kind of person willing to take your most sacredly held and defended beliefs and fight for them to the grave.

John Ross Taylor, born in 1910, and who died on November 6, 1994, was such a man.

I first knew John in 1972, when the first of my political involvements revolved around the Social Credit Party in Ontario and the newly-named off shoot of the anticommunist Edmund Burke Society, The Western Guard. John was a great communicator. Whether he was discussing the Bilderbergers or the Council on Foreign Aid, or giving a speech in his resonant, distinctive voice, John was captivating. He had an encyclopedic knowledge of everything from history to health foods to the history of economics in Canada. Always a perfect gentlemen, he was impeccably dressed in shirt, tie and suit, fedora hat and his ever-present satchel. On first glance, you would not know that he was one of Canadian Zionism's most wanted, and they spared no effort throughout his life to make it as miserable as possible.

During World War II, John Ross Taylor was interred in a Canadian military POW camp as a "Nazi sympathizer". He was friends with Quebec fascist leader Adrien Arcand and in his life, he fulfilled many roles of political activism: He ran as an independent federal candidate for Parliament, as well as for Ontario MPP under the Western Guard banner in an open White Power campaign in 1974. He served as an executive member of Social Credit as well as the EBS/Western Guard and was one of the creators of the Guard's first ideological document, the 44-point Toronto Manifesto (watch this page for it). He was one of the most respected ambassadors of White Nationalist ideology wherever he traveled, and few of our leaders were better-known, loved and respected than John Ross Taylor. He was a loyal White Nationalist and I came to know him as a leader, a mentor, and a great friend.

Perhaps John's greatest attribute was his patience. He always had time to explain a political point and his enthusiasm and energy was astounding, as he refused to allow a leg injury to slow him down; I don't know any man who could barrel down a street as quickly as John could, and he would always be in the thick of things, whether it was a political demonstration, writing articles or clumping along with us in our annual trips to our remote cabin, where he proved he was as handy with a shootin' iron as with the gift of gab.

After John was released from custody after the war, Canada's Zionists kept an eye on him as his fiery, passionate and non-stop exposure of Zionism and Communism and their leaders and many fellow-travelers in Canada carried on long afterwards. He was dubbed as Canada's "High Priest of Hate." For his part, he referred to TV as "the electronic Jew" and bestowed the sobriquet of "The Red Rabbi" to communist-promoter and John Lennon chum Rabbi Abraham Feinberg. He was the first voice of the Western Guard's White Power Phone Message, for which he faced new wrath from Zion when he was imprisoned twice in the 1980's, the latter for violating a kangaroo court Ontario Human Rights Commission order. He was a great articulator, appearing on local Toronto TV shows as well as the cross-Canada syndicated debate shows Cross-Fire and Under Attack.  His energy was unbridled, and he was an unstoppable force for truth, anticommunism and the White Nationalist cause.

His spirit dwells today in all of us who worked with him and respected him as a man and as a leader. John Ross Taylor was a beacon of inspiration to all who knew him as a tireless crusader for racism and an undefeated foe of the forces of darkness who could not silence him. Fourteen years after his physical passing, his star continues to shine.

Rest on, my friend. Your torch is in good hands.

 

 

The Kids Aren't All Right
 

 

" Dad's not so bad and he seldom gets mad /and we aren't about to desert him,
Kids today like to have their own way / and what Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him"

Those obscure lyrics are from the theme music of Wait 'Til Your Father Gets Home, a 1972 animated syndicated sitcom that has resurfaced this fall on the Teletoon Retro channel. Even back then, long before Family Guy, The Simpsons and American Dad, families like those on WTYFGH were being peddled as the model modern family. And fans of that show grew up (pardon the expression) to produce this young generation of spoiled, historically-ignorant, bad entertainment-obsessed and disrespectful brats.

"Youth culture," as it's called, has been with us for decades, starting pretty much with the rock-and-rollers of the fifties, the rebellious commie hippies and layabouts of the seventies, the punks, Goths and nihilists of the eighties and nineties, to the current crop of young people, too many of whom share that arrogance common to their predecessors, that they are all-knowing, all-wise and ready "to make a difference." Well, here we are in 2008, where pollution and global warming are years from being solved, we're all pigging out on our resources, and the burned-out flower children who are now moms, dads and also grandparents are either grimacing arrogantly or shrugging their shoulders; "Sorry, man, hope the new generation'll do better."

 

God help us all.

In the 1950's and 1960's two of the most popular family sitcoms were Ozzie and Harriet and Leave It to Beaver. In both, we had the genesis of the easy-going, anti-disciplinarian father who, when faced with a kid who got out of line, was more likely to say, "You know son, when you cheat on a test, you're really cheating yourself," then go back to his pipe and newspaper than to ground his kid for two months and make him do yard work and chores. The sixties' end (and the 1970's) gave us the reverse, the dimwitted, easily-outsmarted and "square" head of the house so prevalent on All In the Family, Green Acres and even The Flintstones. Fast forward to now, and it's not hard to see why kids don't respect their elders when the closest they get to seeing any dad is Homer Simpson, Peter Griffin, and the stupid/lecherous/gross nincompoops of Two and a Half Men, Malcolm in the Middle, South Park and the now-cancelled Aliens in America.

And what's worse is how we have elevated "youth" to the near-status of a mainstream religion, instead of being responsible adults and laying down the law in the house to our kids. Oh, yeah, there's the biggest factor as to why our kids aren't alright: that force that has done the most damage to youth, dividing the generations with "music", the worst of role models on TV and on film, violent, brutal video games and other mind- and morals-destroying people, places and things, known collectively as the media. I'm talkin' about everything from the Beatles and the Stones to cartoons, to the celebration of boys acting effeminate and gay, to young girls being encouraged to dress and act like promiscuous trollops, and to the eradicating of awareness of any ethnic/racial identity (unless of course, you happen to be Asian, Hispanic, Black...you get the idea.)

For that part, you as parents need to watch what your kids watch, and whatever crosses the line as to something your young'ns shouldn't see or hear, well then, it's time to get on the Internet to CBC.CA, CTV.CA. NBC.COM, CBS.COM, THECW.COM, et cetera, or invest in a few stamps and write to them, your MP and the CRTC at CRTC Ottawa, Ontario K1A 0N2, and to the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council at http://www.cbsc.ca/ .

It's time that we of the older generation who are raising families put off plans to get away as often as possible for dining and dancing and ski-trips and romantic vacations, and concentrated on our progeny. All the way, I mean. Sit down and have regular meal with your kids. Ask them how things are at school, their friends, any problems. And don't let them walk away or blow you off to Facebook or for an iPod session with Sam Roberts — that's the first sign of trouble. Teach them morals, at home and at church. Set rules and see to it they are followed. Communicate, not as their friend, but as their PARENT.

And for Pete's sake, mind your kid's life at school. Keep abreast of their curriculums, whether they are learning straight, factual history or Marxist femmo-garbage-slanted tripe. If there's something they're learning at school that is B.S., dangerous, or just plain doesn't sit well with you, contact the school, the board, anyone and everyone and raise bloody hell about it. Be an advocate for school safety if your kid's school has been the scene of crime.

Sure being a parent is tough, but even tougher is having to deal with the results of not being a proper parent, maybe having kid a with a criminal record, a hospital stay or God forbid, a place under a tree at a cemetery.

Tough love — it's one thing that is not out of style.

 

 

TTC: Take The Car
 

 

Toronto's transit system: many Torontonians think it's great, cheap, reliable and environmentally friendly. But, if you drive a car, you like neatness and safety, or you've had to stand out in the middle of a windy outdoor shelter in the middle of a 20-below day waiting for a bus, for you, the TTC is not the better way.

For decades now we have patiently put up with a transit system that is costly (and getting costlier), inefficient, unreliable (count the number of crippling labor disputes we've had the past while), not safe to ride on (shootings and stabbings in the subway and on transit vehicles), dirty (we really are in bad need of more cleaning staff), and drab (no, I don't think the older subway stations look "cool and retro"--they're just old and neglected). And since heaven knows when, we haven't had one TTC Commissioner who even remotely seems to know what they're doing (more on this in a bit).

And now we have the latest nonsense: The TTC is phasing out the adult tickets and not fast enough: passengers have until October 31 to trade in their cardboard tickets for tokens, or had better have exact change (are the trees disappearing that quickly, that they have to pull this jerkiness?). Furthermore, we have just witnessed the boondoggle whereupon Canadian transport giant Bombardier (inventors of the Ski-Doo snowmobile) has just been snubbed for a $1.25 billion TTC streetcar deal that may get scooped by Germany's Siemens; so much for buying Canadian and stimulating the economy (way to go, Adam Giambrone.)

To be fair, there are a few innovations I am happy to see on the TTC, such as the self-elevating entrances for the physically-challenged, along with the electronic readouts and pleasant voice on surface vehicles that display and call out street names. But I can do without the wait-forevers, the constant streetcar short-turns (this is especially bad in summer in the east end); and the glut of advertising; I'm particularly offended by entire vehicles that are festooned on the outside by one sole advertisement for a radio station, a cell phone provider or some other damn thing; how much of my $2.75 went to pay for this?

I saw this decline coming quite a long time ago, when the "Exact Fare" system came into force after drivers were worried about robbery. Not long afterwards, oddly, came the P.O.P. (Proof of Payment) system, where you could board a connecting bus and just have your transfer ready when (and if) you were asked. Later, some guy whom I believe was named David Gunn was imported from the USA to fix the squeaks in our system. His forgettable reign was soon replaced by Howard Moscoe, who bumbled and grinned his way through as TTC head until Adam Giambrone became TTC Commissioner. Now, Gunn and Moscoe may not have been the best men to run something as vital to Toronto as the TTC, but at least they had more experience with hands-on municipal department management, unlike Giambrone, who didn't have so much experience as running a lemonade stand, let alone the Better Way.

As I have stated in this space ad nauseaum, transit is an essential service in Toronto; it is the lifeline for so many of us to jobs, to medical facilities, to school, to our loved ones. And it is in sad need of overhaul, starting with Mr. Giambrone, who has had enough time to prove his ability, I would think. He needs to go, as well as the over-commercialization of the TTC. Hey I don't need my hard-earned money spent flogging the TTC everywhere from garbage bins to those little bulletins that hang from streetcar hooks and tell me stuff I could have found out elsewhere, or bearing bad news like the ticket scrapping (see above).

Let's look at the budget: TTC was ordered to chop of $30 million from last year's budget and $100 million this year. Giambrone, when asked, told the media he would have preferred to raise fares than cut service. Ye gods, it's been years since Scrooge Harris and company made way for Dalton McGuinty's Liberals, who promised us more than the King James version in the last provincial election, then still kept the money that this town still needs, and not just for transit, but also for the roads and potholes, graffiti cleanup, hydro that won't stay on in a storm. etcetera. God forbid we shut down the presses printing Toronto trash collection calendars and OHIP info in a zillion languages, or midnight basketball, which hasn't done a bloody thing to keep the gangs and the gangstas from tossing lead at us all! And let's tell Siemens that the streetcar deal is off. Use the one-billion-plus to fix the service!

For starters, let's put a subway line to Pearson Airport, you know, something that this town's commuters will really benefit from. Imagine getting off the plane in January, going to a station in the airport and never worrying about getting frostbite. That will be something at an airport that will be a refreshing change from delayed flights and having your shampoo confiscated. Then we have what seems to be a hidden anti-car agenda by the powers that be. It's simplicity itself on the part of the City: first you discourage people from using cars which, like it or not, is still a necessity in the city (sorry Green Party dudes); then before you know it, you are dependent on the TTC for getting around. What a joy, sitting among all those tense passengers waiting for the next fare/transfer dispute and praying not to see a repeat of the Manitoba horror. It's like being in the great suspense film The Taking of Pelham 1-2-3, except there'll be no Walter Matthau to save you if there's trouble: I hear a third version of this film is due in 2009. We definitely need more cops, uniformed and undercover on transit vehicles to stop the scumbags instead of more video cameras which may catch an occasional thug on tape but don't do squat in terms of transit crime prevention.

Until our transit improves, starting with turfing out Giambrone and TTC manager Gary Webster here's a few Be Nice tips you can keep in mind to make your transit ride (and others' ) a bit pleasanter:

Move to the back! Unless you're disabled, surely you can hoof it to the back instead of turning the aisles of streetcars and buses into obstacle courses. And don't take your beer-case filled-shopping carts on board to block the aisles, that's why you have arms and the cases have grip-holes and handles.

In winter or really bad weather, keep the windows closed; not everyone is a Fresh Air Fiend, and we don't like getting rained on.

Turn your radios and I-Pods down, or use earphones--don't infect everybody with your love of Third Eye Blind, Miley Cyrus or whatever. We'd like to enjoy the ride.

Be prepared: Have you fare or ticket or pass out and ready to show instead of fumbling around like Columbo and delaying the rest of us.
 

Finally, if you have a beef about the fare or the validity of a transfer, don't take it out on the poor driver, they've got enough to deal with. Get off the vehicle, jot down the vehicle number, the time of your trip and the nature of the dispute and file it with the TTC.

Or, just Take The Car. It's a better bet than using this disgraceful part of T.O.

Happy commuting!

 

 

Multicultists Come Home To Roost
 

 

One of the side issues that you don't see covered a lot in the hoopla over the Beijing Olympics is the billions of dollars poured into the presentation of the games: everything from the buildings of the venues to the security (nice job so far, guys) and that funny little runner/fake Chinese character that serves as the Games' symbol. Mucho dinero has been forked out to give the Olympics China's best spin in light of its human rights/public relations problems and the houses and land razed to build the facilities, among other problems. Toronto, and Canada as well, are having a PR dilemma of our own when it comes to the spike in horrendous and violent crime committed by non-whites.

Thanks to the federal policies of multiculturalism that dumped wave after wave of non-white immigrants for close to forty years on Canada (and especially, on this town) and the total willingness of this City to tolerate the mayhem and crime too many of them are responsible for, we're finally — even if it's just a little — starting to acknowledge the folly of that idiotic municipal slogan Diversity is Our Strength. And, as the shock and horror that happened on that Greyhound bus in Manitoba is only now starting to deaden, its circumstances will have a lasting effect from coast to coast. That, coupled with the recent unrest on the streets of Montreal in mid-August, will now having even some liberals and libertines having to admit that we have a race problem in this nation. Let's face it, a lot of Canadians will not be looking at Asian Canadians the same way after the murder of Tim McLean.

Over the decades a number of high-profile non-white crime cases and criminal activity have touched this city: the killing of Barry Cobby by Paul Smithers in the 1970s, the Boxing Day 2006 murder of Jane Creba, the no-go areas that rose in Toronto such as St. James Town and Regent Park to name a few, the areas of this city that even the police charged with keeping safe fear to enter. By tolerating it and by electing time and time and time again nothing but gutless cowards afraid to name the problem and doing something about it — aside from midnight basketball.

Locally, the old policy of censoring out the ethnic/racial descriptions of non-white suspects and arrested individuals by the police and media is starting to crumble. Even the Toronto Star, which once had a policy virtually written in stone to leave out racial descriptions of criminals and suspects, finds it getting more and more impossible not to refrain from covering the racial aspects of Toronto's violent crime, and photos of non-white suspects are starting to appear in their crime reports.

The multicultists — those who supported open immigration and the observance of special rights and programs from English as a Second Language to City documents and forms printed at taxpayer expense in Chinese, Korean, Hindi, etc. —  are coming home to roost, as the resurgence of high-profile violence by non-whites in Canada is laying bare the lie that their brand of diversity works.

We've got a spiking crime epidemic no one give a hoot about, except to score political points or to embarrass us with useless and stupid "Let's Ban Guns" petitions and drives. Two main areas need focus: the scrapping of the Youth Justice Act, including the provisions forbidding identification of so-called young offenders. Let's see the faces and read the names of these predators. And let's punish them like adults when the violence and gravity of the crime is equal to that committed by adults. They're not hard done by or misunderstood; they're criminals; let's give these punks and monsters hard time, not a youth advocate, a press conference and book deal.

Not all our crime trouble is imported or from the grandsons of those we brought here. Aboriginal peoples in cities large and small have contributed to violent crime, and not just the anarchy in Caledonia that continues to fester unstopped. It's disgraceful we allow it to continue, let alone allowed it to take place at all. Let's get our troops out of foreign wars that are none of our business and send them to checkpoints and to restore and keep the peace here, in Caledonia for starters.

For all the tragedy and mayhem of the murder of Tim McLean and the Montreal riots, there is one tiny bright spot: the potential that we finally will see the dangers from the strangers placed among us, and that enough of us will have the courage to speak up and spoil the media/politicians/police troika of deceit and censorship over a problem that is as much a threat to out well being as a society as pollution.

It's time we faced up to some truths that only cowardly libertines deny — that race is a factor in this city's and this nation's growing crime crisis. We have a bad habit of allowing our rage to dissipate top quickly after hearing about murders such as Tim McLean's or Jane Creba's. We're angry, and in a week, it's gone. We don't remember the outrages for a long time, or at least until the next atrocity. That's a real indictment of us all, and one that should stir us to think hard (we've thought long enough) about how multiculturalism has failed and how it continues to endanger Canada and Canadians.

How much longer?

 

 

Lousy Mothers Endanger Us All
 

 

It was around this time of the year when, in 1970, just after my family enjoyed Warrior's Day at the CNE, my mother Alice succumbed to a heart attack and I lost her. She was a wonderful woman, despite being my foster mother. Her kids were her treasures and she worked her guts off to see to it we were clean, clothed, fed properly and loved. Moms like her are sadly near extinction, if not totally vanished from our society.

Understandably. I get my skivvies in a knot every time I hear or read about some wild woman who neglects, hurts, sexually abuses, or damn them, murders their children. Women's lib and trollops like Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan and just about every "modern" gal from Oprah to Ellen Degeneres to Hollywood sluts like Paris and Lindsay and the Olsen twins need more than a good talkin'-to. Maybe a week in the bucket would do them a world of good. Unfortunately, the damage that has been caused by almost four decades of fun-loving bitches goes on. Every day there are stories of children neglected, starving, beaten and involved in all manner of criminal activity, largely thanks to their moms (and grandmoms) who care more about a night on the town and "self-actualizing" than to tend to home and hearth. Some recent stories caught my eye:

In Florida, a grandmother was charged after police found her driving around a parking lot with her three-year-old granddaughter on the roof of the vehicle.

A woman living in Hollywood (!) who coos over a puppy that was cloned in Korea denies she kidnapped and raped a Mormon missionary thirty years ago.

A two-year old girl, Caylee Anthony goes missing and her mother does not report it until over a month later in Florida. Later press reports and pictures show her going nightclubbing just days before she reports the girl's disappearance.

Simply put, these women are out of control — no morals, no religion and devoid of any understanding or sense of duty and responsibility to their families

In other cultures, there's reason to worry, too: Chinese women are a mystery. In that part of the world (and in other Asian cultures) there's incredible pressure on kids to succeed at school and to be high achievers. When that gets to the nth degree, there's good cause to worry about how the kids will turn out — especially if one of them is sitting on a bus next to you.

Aboriginal Indian women don't believe in good old fashioned discipline for their young'ns. Anybody who has had to share urban living space with them can see the tragic results of poverty, alcohol and substance abuse and violence in North America's cities and small towns.

And, of course, there are the loud, shrill black moms either MIA or too busy trying to be Oprah or too afraid to tell their sons to quit hanging around their "gangsta bros" and get in the house. They save their loud voices to yell and blame us white folks when their son is charged with a violent crime or ends up on the wrong end of a bullet.

And what to we men do? Well, there's sure a lack of intestinal fortitude and spine among so many of us to do just about anything in this matriarchized society. You can end up in a police car just for raising your voice to the missus in many places, and don't think these harridans don't know it. A lot of these shrews are now getting downright physical, starting brawls often times right in front of a kid that's wearing dirty clothes and likely hasn't a decent meal in days. It's little wonder why cops hate handling domestic calls; a dispute over whose turn it was to do dishes can turn into a stabbing, shooting or beating administered by some hefty gal, and who wants to get in the way of that?

Let's not forget that most repulsive of creatures, the MIA and/or permissive mom who lets her teen or adolescent daughter go everywhere dressed like a Yonge Street trollop or is just away from home so often to go clubbing and boozing and you-know-whatting, that the kids have carte blanche to commit any and all manner of mayhem.

Frankly, I don't see why women who decide to get married and have children are so miserable. They squawk about not having enough power. Ye gods, they have the power to change the course and progress of Mankind right there in their reproductive systems. And instead of using it for the purpose God gave it — the continuation of the species, too damn many of them either refuse to continue the tribe or try to mate outside their own kind. They carry on with total abandon, not caring about the health and welfare of the gifts from God sitting at home (or heaven knows where) and doing who knows what. Hey, your job takes you away from the family? Quit! Be a mom again and re-budget yourself to live with less.

It's time to put away the picket sign and quit meowing, ladies (and I use the term ladies advisedly). The real world is not some Mary Tyler Moore fantasy; there's still real men out there who will make good mates and great fathers for your kids. Just delete the Marxist garbage some fat gal or failed hippie-turned academic probably taught you in college and start being real women. Take care of your health, and be feminine.

And for Pete's sake, let's stop treating crappy moms like Joan of Arc, and making excuses for them; when they're caught neglecting or hurting their kids. punish them with the full force of the law and with the same equality-treatment they spent so much time marching for in the 1970's. They're not misunderstood, they're just bitches, and even if they do suffer abuse or had a bad childhood, it's no excuse to take it out on their own flesh and blood. Just get off the cross and take your medicine. And if they kill their kids, to hell with whether or not they had Munchhausen's Syndrome or told the court they were trying to kill a demon possessing their baby. Lock 'em up and toss the key in the lake.

Lousy mothers endanger us all, especially when they or their lawyers try to justify the crap they pull or give some kind of lousy excuse as to why their kid is half -starved or neglected or wearing tatters. I've heard them all, from spousal abuse to being abused themselves to a misfiring brain cell, and it doesn't wash.

Shakespeare didn't know the half of it when he wrote Taming of the Shrew. Sins of the fathers? Hey, let's tend to the sins of the mothers, too, okay?

 

 

Crime Reporters: MIA
 

 

In large cities or semi-civilized nations like Canada, we have — or had — an abundance of reporters and journalists who once could be counted on to report all the facts of prominent and important events and stories. They didn't have to worry about being "politically correct," or have their paper's legal department go through their copy with a fine tooth comb to avoid lawsuits; they were much like their TV and movies images: fearless and doggedly determined to get and report the truth, hurt feelings be damned.

Today in the real world, it's a different story. In Toronto, you have access to three national TV networks with news departments, two of them (CBC and CTV) with separate all-news channels, urban-based TV channels/mini-networks like City-TV and A-Channel (soon to be re-christened as "A") and here in Ontario, CTV Globemedia-owned Pulse 24. You have four — count 'em, four — daily newspapers in Toronto alone, not to mention all the news your heart desires over the Internet. And still, two recent stories indicate how so-called journalists' spines have turned yellow or how they (along with the rest of their anatomies) have disappeared, gone M.I.A., if you will, and have refrained from giving us the 411 on important stories dealing with the rise of crime and the backgrounds of those human septics committing it.

Those who have had their bikes stolen can relate to the tale of the accused thief/fence Igor Kenk, now facing 58 charges relating to bicycle theft and drug trafficking, now out on bail. In connection to the investigation, 2,700 bikes (yes, 2,700) were seized by police along with $70,000 worth of prohibited substances. Only 330 of the bikes' owners have recovered their bikes. This lowlife Kenk, who lives common law with one Jeannie Chung, was allegedly selling the bikes like some law-abiding businessman living in Toronto's chi-chi Yorkville area before he was busted (the Sun related that at least 16 search warrants were executed by police). That's pretty much all the media's said or speculated about him. We know nothing about his background (is he Hungarian? A Russian Jew? Does he or did he have connections with the Russian Mafia?) It's a good bet that Igor didn't get here on the Mayflower or win his passage to Canada on The Price Is Right. So where is the skinny on this guy, the same kind of lengthy biographical stuff that would normally fill one page of the weekend edition of your favorite paper: Criminal history, associates, family, was his dad a drunk or a philanderer? Did his mom have to raise him alone and support him by slinging booze at The Nag and Weasel? You know, the kind of thing every local Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane should have burned the midnight oil to find out and report on, preferably before Kenk supposedly began his little nefarious business.

Sadly, there is not a lot of real gutsy, get-the-dirt-on these guys evident anymore in the local and national media. It's amazing how well journalists can get all the bias-angled dirt on enemies of the Zionist-controlled papers and news departments when it's a Muslim fundamentalist or a White Nationalist who're in the editor's and/or publisher's cross-hairs; but when it comes to street trash who are a little bit cagier and more arrogant than the guys too busy stumbling around or upchucking in alleys from the wages of drugs, you don't hear nada, zip, zilch, bupkis. Just details of the arrest, accompanied quite bit by the oh-my-God-look-what-this-guy-did, and some prose that gives this twerp the same air of glamour that reporters of many years ago gave to murderous bastards and bitches like Alonzo Boyd, Al Capone and Bonnie and Clyde. Back then, Al Capone was glowingly nicknamed the Mayor of Cicero and the now-famous details of Bonnie and Clyde, portrayed as a latter-day Romeo and Juliet, except they were bloodthirsty killers with tommy-guns who died bloody deaths.

Why is it that there is so little we hear and see or read on how scummy these s.o.b.'s are and were? Well, police aren't much help, especially when the hunt is on for the more violent ones running loose who do not happen to be white, but rather, "young, urban and poor." And we see the shameful cowardice exhibited at the too-little details given and revealed about suspects' ages, clothing, known associates, hangouts and yes — background and RACE (I'm talking to you, Toronto Star ) — is nothing short of aiding and abetting these vipers. And where is all the backlash commentary against this joke called the Youth Justice Act and the mollycoddling way treat these hoodlums instead of giving them a good dose of hard time with other gun-toters and killers? And that is not the worst of it.

Anybody notice just how slowly the cops and the Winnipeg and Western provincial news media got details to us about Vince Weiguang Li, who stands accused and will be tried shortly for what has to be the most gruesome act of savage murder ever committed in Canada, the stabbing, beheading and cannibalization of Tim McLean aboard a Greyhound Bus as cowardly spectators watched? What were they (or anyone trying to hide about Li, anyway?) For hours just after the first reports, all the TV media did was to loop footage of the isolated bus sitting near Portage La Prairie, and later, the grief of Mr. McLean's family and friends; virtually nothing was aired about the bastard who allegedly waved around his victim's severed head and held off cops (who wouldn't even fire a stun/gas grenade or swarm him or taser him into submission, but reportedly tried to negotiate with this monster).

Finally we got some details, albeit at a snail's pace: The accused was working as a member of Grant Baptist Church in Winnipeg, just an average Joe, another short-time immigrant trying to be a useful, productive member of society, to hear Pastor Thomas Castor tell it in his interview with CTV. Yeah, he did real good ...until he apparently snapped and horrifically expelled his anger on an isolated road on a sleeping young man. The Winnipeg media barons, TV, radio and print, should be flogged in stocks for not telling us about Li and allowing your city and its inhabitants to suffer for your political correctness.

Another thing that burns my biscuits is this line that began popping up in comments, letters to editors and from "professionals": "It's only one incident/it's isolated/let's be careful not to over-react," HELLOOOO! A human soul, while he was sleeping, was stalked by a man brandishing a "Rambo knife," had his head brutally and bloodily severed from his body by a creature who allegedly fed on his flesh — a scenario right out of a Hannibal Lecter movie, except the accused wasn't a demonic shrink, but a real-life monster who wasn't even born here, one that we let in and coddled and allowed to be protected by people like the "good pastor."

Failing to report on crime and criminals has a lot a bad effects. When journalists fail to tell the "five W's" on suspects and those charged and/or convicted, we put our whole communities at risk. We further strain what fragility of safety we enjoy now. When crooks see that the media isn't on their heels, it will encourage them and soon, crime of all stripes — theft, rape, robbery and violent murder — flourish. Same goes when we don't try like hell to get this abomination called the Youth Justice Act held up to the light and shown for the sham it is, and abolished.

As for the horror of the Greyhound Bus killing, I hope that on Thursday August 7 at 10 a.m., when the Facebook group R.I.P. Tim McLean, calls upon us to observe a minute's silence, we all also remember how little the press and media does to prevent people like Igor Kenk and Vince Li from victimizing us.

And as for you media clowns in Winnipeg and in Manitoba (and the rest of Canada), I sincerely hope this horrific crime snaps you out of your collective cowardly stupor, and that you remember that we, the public who buy your papers and watch your stations, have an incontestable right to be made aware of the evil among us. Get off your rear ends, tell your bosses' lawyers to go to hell and tell us the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth about crime, about criminals and all who prey and endanger us. It's your job, dammit. Start doing it.

And if you think your favorite station is slacking off, contact them or write to major companies who sponsor their news shows (there's links on the NPC Links page). Don't just accept what little pap or lies or sanitized news you're fed. Get active and raise a little hell and their blood pressures.

 

 

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