Bob’s Pre-Holiday Movie Tour

 

Whooooooo-ee, what a year it's been, huh? Two close call almost-elections, war poppin' out all over and the Obamination showing all and sundry that black guys can be just as incompetent as white cowboys when it comes to making a mess of things. Just before y'all have to start thinking about that Christmas list and those trips to the discount stores and the liquor stores, it's time to sit back, buckle up, grab your Fritos and let your kindly Uncle Bob do another run-through of the last of the celluloid Hollywood tripe before the first of the holiday films ooze their way into a multiplex near you. Remember, the money you save could be your own!

Capitalism: A Love Story: Directed and narrated by Michel Moore (The Weinstein Company) Here, once again, is Michael Moore, who's made quite a boodle showing (and trying to show) what dirtbags General Motors, the NRA, The US Health System and the Republican Party are, now biting the hand that feeds him. Stunts include him trying to effect a citizen's arrest of the guys in charge of corporate thief AIG Insurance and the usual mix of tragedy and scathing comedy.

Couples Retreat: Stars Vince Vaughan (Universal). Yuppie couple decides to escape the rat race and in up in a cross between Survivor: The Movie and The Love Guru. It's a good show of wimpified men and degenerate America.

Fame: (MGM) YAAAAAARGHH!! WHY? Why ANOTHER bloomin' movie with a plot as thin as No-name brand soup, songs right out of The Archies' Greatest Hits and enough hyper jerky movement to give you seizures? It's been a movie, a TV drama, and continues to have more imitators than has Coca-Cola! Please. Do NOT see this film!

Law-Abiding Citizen: Stars Jamie Foxx and Gerard Butler (Overture Films) Here's a new-age reboot of Charles Bronson's Death Wish franchise of the 1970's, with a touch of the sadist of the Saw films — except this vigilante, even jailed, can reach his victims for vengeance while still behind bars. Aside from condoning individual violent vigilantism — which leads to mayhem — Law Abiding Citizen gives us the "sensitive Poitier" black metrosexual (Farr) as the voice of calm versus the (what else?) a genius white maniac (Butler, telling us that Abu Ghraib-style torture's okay — if you're smart). The Establishment, while shown to have flaws in its justice system, is headed by a guy is no heroic Roy Rogers to address them, just a black wannabe defending the system and the horror it breeds; The attitude In God We Trust leads to the god-awful. The City of Philadelphia as a microcosm of America, is not as orderly a Muslim area under Sharia law (which Americans love to bitch and are sending its young to die to fight). Like the Bronson flicks, LAC is aimed at being a salve for peoples' latent aggressions, and has enough explosions and vehicle destruction for any demolition derby lover. What else? Oh yes, wimpy Foxx gets an earful from a sassy black female Philadelphia mayor, and only first shows anger when the super-evil Butler ends a DVD of his first dismemberment revenge killing to his family. Just another Zionist-Hollywood portrait of a ruined, morally bankrupt USA.

Zombieland: Stars Woody Harrelson (Columbia/Sony) It figures that the front man of Natural Born Killers would show up in this piece of trash that desecrates the dead worse than Weekend at Bernie's, and glorifies monsters more than his nibs the late Mikey Jackson did in his Thriller video.

The Stepfather (Screen Gems) Is there any film made in the last ten years where white dad figures aren't either scumbags, effeminate and/or gay, bumblers, or in this case, homicidal psychopaths? Strictly for the sick Saw fans.

Where The Wild Things Are: Stars the voices of Catherine O'Hara and James Gandolfini (Warner Brothers/Legendary Pictures ) This dark Harry Potter-genre dark, desensitize-to-violence-and-grossness fantasy is squarely being marketed to kids. After learning that you can get away with biting your parents when they punish you, especially when you can run away to a fantasy world and hang out with grotesque monstrous animals. It's a warm-and fuzzy pedophile's dream come true. Oh yeah, Tom Hanks is a producer.

And if this list ain't enough to make you retch, well get ready for the first of the holiday flicks in November, kickin' off with (swallow your food NOW) Disney's A Christmas Carol in 3-D starring Jim Carrey.

Don't say I didn't warn you!
 

 

Hollywood's Impossible Fantasies

 

"Welcome, everyone! Welcome to Fantasy Island!"

Ah, Ricardo Montalban, bless his soul. Each week on ABC in the 1970's (now in reruns on Canada's Deja View channel), he made the dreams of rich people come true. Malcolm McDowell tried it in a brief 1998 revival, and there are plans to resurrect the show again as a reality series.

But Tinseltown is about as far away from reality as you can get, and I'm not talking just about the films and television produced there. Men and women there have built the studios who have produced and distributed the TV series and movies by suckering so many of us — mostly the females of our species — into dreams of romance, fantasy, physiological impossibility and hedonism. And that's not really a good thing, when you consider how much of entertainment over the last century has taken our minds off the important things in life. (Who cares about violence, declining living and educational standards, stupid women's wars — look at those two dance! ) Musicals, sci-fi, "chick flicks," gratuitous violence action films, and let's not forget the politically-correct-saturated films and documentaries with all those “ZOG-approved” messages: Racism is bad, fascism is bad, Muslims are evil, do anything sexually that you want and to who or what you want, etc.
Okay, back to reality, people. For years we've been run by the women and the baby boomers, those fun-loving folks born after World War II who tried hard to make up for the deprivations of their parents during the years when their dads tried to "make the world safe for democracy (nice job, thanks loads)," by dancing their asses off. From the jitterbug to the rock'n roll late fifties, to the psychedelic hippie/commie-run dancing and fornicating sixties to where our moms and dads took over — the go-go disco seventies, to the nihilistic punks and Wall Street greed-bag 80's and 90's to the I'm-scared new century, we were living in a dream world. And they. and we, were kept safe and warm for over half a century by the many fantasies of “ZOG's” Hollywood: cabbage-faced backward-talking guru trolls and space Nazis (Star Wars ); Black dudes who could do anything from save the world, even as vampires ( Blade ) to helping to pilot spaceships while being blind (Star Trek: The Next Generation.)

The baby boomers, especially women, ate this stuff up — and still do. From Hollywood's early days, when the woman was a gal who got what she wanted, manipulated all around her and was able to "justify" it, to the latter days when "men" were killing and acting like total jackasses for the privilege of getting next to these gals and virtually asking them to be bitches to them, the matriarchal image of women ruled, and still does, at the movies and in prime time. You can see them in movie harridans and leg-waving sluts like Bette Davis, Katherine Hepburn, and Marilyn Monroe, to smart-aleck TV prime-time queens, harridans and princesses of the past 40 years: Elizabeth Montgomery (Bewitched); Jean Stapleton and Sally Struthers ( All in the Family ); Ellen Degeneres, Roseanne Barr, Mary Tyler Whore — oops, Moore, Katey Segal (Married With Children,) and the entire female casts of shows like Charmed, Desperate Housewives, and new fare like 90210, The Good Wife and Melrose Place, all so noble, so courageous and so, so righteous in the face of what all those horrible kosher-inspired TV boyfriends, husbands, dads, grandfathers and other males do to them.

And the guys of the late sixties and seventies don't get off, either: they were the pioneers of the "dumb-dad/hubby" era. You could take the dads of every family sitcom from say, 1960 to the 80's and 90's right from The Flintstones to Home Improvement to the Griffins of Family Guy to The Simpsons (hey, if I were a cartoon husband, no way in “ayche-ee-hockey sticks” would I let my wife pose for Playboy!). And late night shows like Saturday Night Live and Mad TV built their reputations featuring “sozzled,” drugged-up and smart-assed jerks like Dan Akroyd, John Belushi, Chevy Chase, and hundreds of others cavorting away acting like gross, oversexed college frat boys and athletes on steroids (Michael Richards, Seinfeld's Kramer, got his start on an SNL copycat show on ABC called Fridays.) Real men (or the closest thing to them) were relegated to cowboy movies or the just-macho-enough mercenaries of the spy flick craze.

The trouble here, mainly, is that there are so many young boys watching and listening to these "men" who think that this is the ideal way to be, that these guys, the "modern men" of the new century, are what men should be: cowardly, acquiescing to any and all female whims, pushed around by their kids, and about as far away from what real men should be as the North and South Poles.

All this, thanks to the fantasy world of film and TV pumped out 24/7 and squarely aimed at women from 18-49. This fantasy, taken to the nth degree, is the first step of the fall of a civilization.

Real men, where are they? All I see at the flicks and on the tube are mostly effeminates, openly gay guys, skirt-chasing insecure idiots, clumsy dimwits, psychos, dancing fools, wiggers, lecherous men chasing or married to young whores-in-training, befuddled dads and evil S.O.B.s into rape, murder, child abuse and genocide. These are the "role models" we (or rather, the women) want our boys to emulate these days? Lord save us all.

It's long past time we promoted the ideas of true manhood (and I don't mean going out in the woods in groups, dressed like ancient tribes and engaging in primal screams and "getting in touch with our feelings" — no thanks. all you Modern men.) Dads need to teach their sons the real meaning of things like character, strength, courage and all the other things the wise men among us used to learn from our fathers and grandfathers.

Wimps, metrosexuals and the rest of you so-called "men" — it's time for you all to hit the road; go to an island somewhere, build a town or two for yourselves, anything, but get away from us, from our women, and most importantly, our sons.

And you ladies out there, the boat is waiting: It's time to leave Fantasy Island. The real world — and real men — beckon.

 

 

The Kids Are Still Not Alright

 

(and Tinseltown Needs a Trip to the Woodshed)

 

Growing up in Toronto, I used to tune into the 11-o'clock late night Buffalo TV news on the weekends and watch the reports of violent non-white crime, arson and mayhem that seemed to be as much a part of Buffalo life as Kaufman's Rye Bread. There was so much coverage of arsons that I dubbed that city's nightly local roundup "Frywitness News." Smug and sarcastic (and ignorant that I was, I still naive figured that level of no-values-inspired crazy violence would not be reached here in Toronto The Good. Nope, my Canada was immune from hideous senseless violence committed by all races.

Flash-forward to 2009, and the disturbing tale of a young "man" just sent to prison for brutally killing another teen on the whim of his girlfriend, right here in the Big Smoke. Oh yeah, they were white. A young teen's life is lost forever, thanks to an immature and oversexed male most likely surrounded in the media, music and movies with erotic and violent images, kills another human being on the demand of and with how-to instructions from, another evil, vicious creepette.

Once upon a time, you were regarded as being lower than pond scum if you told a dirty joke and using the F-word was met with icy-cold stares in your direction. Thanks to the likes of "comedians" like Lenny Bruce and George Carlin and the Zionist-run film and TV industries who slowly, almost imperceptibly (yet gradually), made sexual, vulgar and immoral language and behavior acceptable, we have gotten to the point that anyone who gets upset over it is treated like a old fogey, a square, or in need of psychiatric help. And a lot of this behavior and attitude comes from "youth," that fourth major unofficial religion. It is they who are way more "hip" than mom and dad thanks to the Internet and the I-Pod, and the entire disrespectful disregard too many of them show toward the simple values of right and wrong, left unchecked, will be instilled in the next generation of parents, Lord help us.

The total lack of morals and our incredible shoulder-shrugging attitude towards acceptance of the wicked, the evil and the heinous, has been underlined by the events surrounding two recent high-profile criminal cases involving two well-known celebrities: The arrest of filmmaker Roman Polanski and the efforts to return him to America (and the celebrity outcry for his freedom) and the revelation to a worldwide TV audience by David Letterman that he had sex with members of staff and the blackmail scheme aimed at him allegedly by a producer for his network, CBS.
Polanksi, best known for films like The Tenant and Rosemary's Baby, is fighting efforts to see him face an American judge in a case involving the rape of a teenage girl. He's getting lots of support from the male, female and whatever Hollywood whores like Woody Allen and Whoopi Goldberg, and whose biggest excuse not to go after him is "Well, it happened so long ago." Unbelievable! While reading a Toronto Sun piece about the case, I learned that one of his lesser-known works was a remake of Oliver Twist. The thought of him working around kids made me shudder. But the Hollywood harlots, appallingly many who are moms, shrug their shoulders: No biggie — after all, if there's a problem involving the committing of a despicable act like child rape, the Left, “ZOG” and the other entertainment industry players have many solutions: ignore it, deem it as "an issue' ("He's got issues") or give it a new high-faluting name to lessen its seriousness: It's not statutory rape, it's "inter-generational sex," so let's help the criminal, let's put him in a chi-chi psychiatric place with a pool and sauna, not punish him, say, by throwing Polanski into Leavenworth.

David Letterman, host of The Late Show, shocked a nation last week when he openly admitted to a tittering, then silent, audience, that not only had he engaged in sexual relations with members of his staff, but had become the target of an extortion scheme for which one Robert Halderman, a CBS News producer had been arrested and charged. As it was, when he went before his audience on matters like his health problems, he seemed to try to project a "noble victim" image as part of his mea culpa, and the ramifications of this go far beyond whether it will cost him his career (my bet is it won't.) Apparently, Letterman, who thought nothing of violating the most sacred (albeit unwritten) job law — don't violate your employees — must have thought it cool to "fall on his sword" on national TV.

With his status as a powerful TV host and producer, he didn't have much to worry about in his mind, even though there are legal and civil ramifications to his shameful antics, but I doubt he will go to jail or lose his show. Maybe a quiet settlement of a few million to get it off the pages of Variety....

So here as we approach the end of the first decade of the century, I'm really not holding a lot of hope that things will improve in the near future, that the wickedness and hedonism that was once condemned and abhorred is now celebrated, ignored. or accepted as "modern culture" (now there's an oxymoron.) All of a sudden, the Bible-waving elderly people I used to smirk at on downtown corners who predicted Armageddon and demand that we repent for our evil, don't seem so crazy anymore. Maybe we need to get our "moral" on, and maybe you should be having a talk with your kids about morality, values, right and wrong, and why it is still not just relevant, but vital to the maintenance of the human spirit's well-being.

Yeah, so you're competing with everything from your kids' socialist teachers to MTV to your kids' MP3 and X-Box, but trust me, it's important. So, finish my column, then shut off your computer and, as the Nike motto says, just do it — no better time than the present.

 

Kaddafi’s and Ahmadinejad's UN One-Two Punch

 

This has not been a good week for lovers of Zionism at the United Nations. Two men — one, the leader of Iran, and the other who has ruled Libya for forty years — delivered speeches whose many points ranged from world peace to the Holocaust to the futility of the United Nations — and together, delivered a one-two punch to the Zionist warmongers (i.e., the USA, Canada, Britain, e.g.,) who, while "brave" enough to fire missiles and level houses and commit genocide, could not even have the base courtesy to remain in the same room as each man, Iranian President Ahmadinejad and Col. Moammar Kaddafi of Libya, addressed the General Assembly and the world.

He rules a land that over history, has been civilized and ruled by ancient Berbers. Greeks, Romans, Turks and Vandals, among others. Kaddafi has ruled Libya since the 1969 coup in which King Idris was dethroned and the Libyan Arab Republic (now known as the People's Libyan Jamahiriya) was established. It evolved from a poor state into a major manufacturer of oil, and therefore became a ripe target for globalists and internationalists. And later, a great concern for Zionism and Israel.

Kaddafi’s speech, topping a hundred minutes, was pure theatrical oration at its best. Wearing an African continent-shaped pin, he tore up and threw in the direction of UN Secretary General Moon a copy of the UN Charter. He denounced the United Nations, saying "It should be called the terror council," an understandable statement when you consider that a former president of one of that council's members, America's Reagan, bombed his nation, killing one of his adopted children. He boasted that al-Qaeda was in prison, professing a crackdown on fundamentalist religious Islamic groups. (As part of Africa, Libya should look and see what's going on in secular neighbors Tunisia and Algeria, maintained by Western-trained armies and now trained by Britain.) When he stepped down, the “ZOG” news channels' commentators were almost beside themselves, if just for the length of time it took as the execs at CNN and Fox News were likely sweating bullets over the ad revenue lost over commercial pre-emptions: When he had his kick at the UN awhile back, Red dictator Fidel Castro took around four hours to mouth off, but it made no matter as one air-brained anchor and pusillanimous pundit after another began to whine like grounded naughty schoolboys.

President Ahmadinejad's words were considerably shorter in length, and he carried himself off like a smooth, confident man with a message — and not wild and frothing like Nikita Kruschev's drunken "We will bury you!" or drama like the gun-toting CIA lackey Yassir Arafat, but an appeal for peace and conciliation and a vision of a future world where morality and prosperity replaced genocide and war. It may have been a futile effort when it comes to trying to appeal to the destroy-first-and-apologize-later USA, whose classic war strategy of supporting whatever side calls for help first, then taking the place over. While the Iranian president spoke, by the way, our supposed representative, Prime Minister Stephen Harper was scarfing down Tim Horton donuts and marveling about repatriating the nationwide coffee house/community centre chain back to our shores.. a real class act, after telling our diplomats to boycott Ahmadinejad's speech. Real diplomacy and defense of democracy at work.

On Thursday, the portly figure of Benjamin Netanyahu of Israel pulled out his "Auschwitz diagram," like he was doing an infomercial, and in a measured tone, invoking the Holocaust (the official version) as he pleaded with the representatives of the UN General Assembly (or those who weren't yawning) to "stand with Israel." It was classic Zionism, damning the "bad stuff" committed against little Israel while conveniently forgetting the bulldozers, the violation of Palestinians' rights, the wholesale murder and displacement of them and their families, and sadly failing to realize that, like the last rabbit pulled out of the magic hat, the audience had enough hearing about Israel's problems and crises. He referred to the Iran government as the “Tyrants of Tehran,” and there were lots of plugs and references to Nazi atrocities, and a thorough trashing of Goldstone Report that condemned Israel's brutality toward the Palestinians, everything but a tear-filled rendition of Sunrise, Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof. About halfway through, the lone female representative of Palestine had heard enough, stood up, packed her notes and headed out. His whole speech only lacked rubber chicken to eat and a toastmaster like Don Rickles.

Though they loved to diss both Kaddafi and Ahmadinejad, the news channels couldn't get enough of them:
Friday night, CNN aired a one-hour Larry King Live with Pres. Ahmadinejad as sole guest. King, who usually features TV and movie stars on Fridays, was sweating through his suspenders, trying to "nail" the Iranian leader on the famous "hidden nukes" and only ending up with Pres. Ahmadinejad exposing America's own brutal hypocrisy, with King having to cut to commercials more times that night than on any other episode. Although the bullshitting media did its darnedest to portray Kaddafi as a court jester and Ahmadinejad as a dangerous buffoon they forgot one important thing: sometimes, the court jester has something that is worth listening to, and it is to the detriment of all of us id the West and the Zionist groupies fail take those they curse and criticize seriously. CNN's Fareed Zakaria had a similar uncomfortable experience on Sunday in an interview with Col.. Kaddafi.

Thanks to the media, the blogosphere of the Internet has been able to assure that the bad-mouthing and insults leveled at the leaders of Iran and Libya are not just the approved ones; One dumb slam was "He's a Jew." It's telling how you never hear that most of those who persecuted Jews were Jews themselves, such as Torquemada, the Grand Inquisitor of the brutal Spanish Inquisition. And for US pundits calling him the Iranian leader and his election a fraud, when they're singing the praises of their Afghan puppet Karzai and forgetting the famous Election of the Florida Hanging Chad while mouthing off about the "phony" Iranian election — come ON! Maybe you guys should do something more constructive, like shipping some Fifth Avenue fashion barons across the Pacific to spruce up the wardrobe of North Korea's Kim Il Jung.

Hey, it's a crazy world out there. Even though the UN has not been able to stop humanity from fighting and killing in the few decades it has been around, it is still a darling of starry-eyed liberals too blinded to see how its takeover by Third World and Redder-than Red internationalists have transformed it into a worldwide poor-folks complaint department with enough built-in veto rules and bureaucracy to keep it ineffective — except of course, when deploying meddling muscle or tanks and blue bereted "peacekeeper" soldiers are needed for show and to justify its existence.

As for all the cluck-clucking about the leaders of Libya and Iran, dear diplomats, let's all lighten up. Okay? After all, those speeches by Col. Kaddafi and the Iranian president had something to say — if it happened to be entertaining as well as blunt, so what? It sure beat Mr. Starry-eyed Obama's gassing away for the millionth time of his myopic world vision any day.
 

 

The Media's Culture of Rudeness

 

This time, we're going to talk about civility. You remember civility.

When I was a kid, it meant a lot of things: Not lipping off to your elders. Opening a door for a lady. Giving a bus seat to an elderly or disabled person. Generally, it means just trying to be nice, considerate and/or mannerly. The recent mini-epidemic of black celebrities behaving badly, like tennis pro Serena Williams potty-mouthing to a judge and Kanye West upstaging Taylor Swift to yelp about how Beyonce was robbed, triggered a new debate about what a bunch of uncouth, ill-mannered troglodytes too many of us have become (mind you, not how blacks need to mind their manners, but whites) and how the "Jewsmedia" has made being crude and obnoxious the latest craze.

In my political career (and way before that) I've had many encounters with jerks and jerky behavior from people of all ages and walks of life. Some, like violent Maoists and Trotskyites and sundry other pea-brains, just can't be reasoned with (except when they try to get physical — then, it's on.) Others — the ones who have had some education and can carry on a conversation of more than one sentence — in too many instances — all need an appointment with a mirror ASAP. It's kind of sad how rudeness and other abhorrent behavior became elevated to the point of "coolness" in our "culture," starting with movies like Animal House, later, South Park; Bigger, longer and uncut; TV shows like Jackass, Trailer Park Boys and America's Funniest Videos (how many more years are people going to laugh at a father get hit in the jewels by his kid's errant baseball?) and the many drunken louts who capture themselves being idiots and can't wait to get it over YouTube. Shows that used to teach morals and good values are now scarce or are being "youth-ized" to attract a younger audience, or are just cancelled (my best example is the long-running soap opera Guiding Light, which was a religious morally-based show in its infancy until it was first "modernized" by the Jews at CBS, and now is off the air after over 70 years on radio and TV.)

We've had generations of kids growing up sans religion, morals and rules, and sans anyone teaching them what is acceptable behavior at a certain time and place. We are In an age affected by the feminized, do-you-own-thing garbage ideology of the sixties, continued to women's lib/hippie 1970's, the in-your-face Punk 1980's, the toss-out-tradition, gay-rights, sleazy bankers and youth-rules `1990's, and today, where anything goes. All through these decades, the reds and "Jewsmedia" have divided the traditional family through TV, flicks and music and have created a "counter-culture" of moral irresponsibility, sexual abandon and female-oriented hedonism that stands tall as a major reason why we still are, as our elders used to say, going to hell in hand-basket. There's been no dad around enough to keep wayward kids in line and mostly indulgent mommies who, (at least the ones who haven't taken off to whore around) when young were more often than not spoiled brats themselves. Just add movies and TV and modern music to a young, impressionable life searching to learn how to behave (along with the unwritten rules of life), and you have a recipe for mayhem. Many of us have experienced the results to a minor degree with the rude and/or the young: during a transit ride, thanks to some clod who wants to share his love of heavy metal or gangsta rap with the world, or if you're trying to have a peaceful meal in a restaurant, or just from the neighbors where a parent-defying youngster won't stop making loud noise — and the reaction from parents is either fear, "He's just being creative," or some other re-enactment from the first ten minutes of Supernanny. And of course, corporal punishment is out — the best a parent can punish a kid with is a time-out or if they're older, locking up the video games.

For the "older children" who have moved out of mom's basement and are now loose on the streets, it's a different matter. At a certain age, the state allows you to vote in elections, drive a car and drink alcohol: it's how society judges you as being mature enough to handle your own life. Yet, from the moment kids are plunked in front of the idiot box and are exposed to how "adults" behave on TV (along with the 'tween and young adult "heroes" of That's So Raven, Gossip Girl and 90210 (to name but a few) and in so many new films these days. Many of them will grow up getting a taste for gruesome horror flicks where murder is "cool" or in the mornings, or groove to the wit and wisdom (ahem) of Howard Stern. Believe me, I have seen time and time again the results of indulging kids and not discouraging crude and rude behavior (and every day I read about those results in the crime news reports.)

Aside from snotty kids and rude adults, the gay community needs a collective time-out, too: You'd be hard pressed to find another group (not counting certain ethnic minorities) who are so arrogant, self-indulgent and bully-pushy, especially since the de-criminalization of homosexuality. And how they hate tradition! How they hate the legitimacy and normalcy of the nuclear mom-dad-kids family, how they diss tradition and morals and are constantly hitting the streets to tear down laws protecting traditional marriage. I have yet to see hordes of them marching for tougher laws against child sex predators (it's only on TV shows like the new Goode Family and Modern Family where gays even want to adopt kids; when it happens in real life, well, I'd rather not think about it). They, along with the fan-boys lost in fantasy worlds stemming from Harry Potter pinheads and Lord of the Rings loony tunes, need a good talkin'-to. Over time, it might be necessary to "Talibanize" our culture somewhat — where rules and a code of conduct and the traditional rule of the Man is the order of the day. An overall toughening-up on morals here is needed; the basic pervasive attitude in our society that anything bad or suspicious is okay as long as you don't get caught, has got to go, and the sooner the better.

There's only one instance when rudeness gets a pass, and that's when we in the NPC offer a little payback to those of the generations who have tormented racists and anti-communists with their ignorance and persecution of our leaders, activists and ideology, through our nominations and naming of the recipients of the annual Walter Duranty Awards for Obfuscating Propaganda Journalism in Print and Broadcasting (see The Walter Duranty Page for the latest nominees.)

Truth be told, it is long past time we need to promote the ideas of respect for tradition, manners and just acting properly toward each other. Teaching manners isn't enough. If you are a parent, for Pete's sake, turn off your kid's Halo game or TV show and be a parent, not just a "pal." Communicate to your kids healthy habits, choices and values, and why they are so valuable and important to uphold. Take them to the museum or on a drive around the city and show them the old architecture, and talk about the frame of mindset that created it, and encourage to learn real history, not the internationalist Marxist propaganda that is rife in the educational systems everywhere these days. And get on the case of your local school, school board, City Hall and legislators when they try to promote this dangerous commie "diversity" junk with assemblies, speakers or whatever. Raise hell if you have to — it's your job as a parent to protect your kid. And for those of you old enough, who think that all there should be in life is fun, fun, and more fun — no matter how dangerous it is to yourself or a healthy society's future, I have just two simple words: Grow Up!
 

 

Michael Bryant's "Final Destination"

 

Darcy Allan Sheppard was a bike courier who had dreams of being a comedian. Yet, on the evening of Monday August 31, there was nothing funny about how he died, fatally injured in a hit-and-run in downtown Toronto, a tragedy for which a former Attorney General of the Province of Ontario and possible future Premier, Michael Bryant, would face charges of criminal negligence causing death and dangerous operation of a motor vehicle causing death. A life was taken and an ambitious, successful career and a powerful, high-profile politician's future (part of which included a position as a David Miller appointee in the new "Invest Toronto" corporation) went up in smoke... but not before a few disturbing events happened that should make us all pause and think.

The entire incident started (if you believe what's been reported so far) with an altercation between Mr. Sheppard and a friend at a Toronto apartment on Monday August 31. Mr. Sheppard, allegedly intoxicated, was ordered by Toronto Police to leave. Roughly an hour later, Michael Bryant, a former Ontario Attorney-General and a man many thought would one day be the province's Premier, was traveling with his wife, returning from a wedding anniversary celebration, later, there was another altercation between Sheppard and Bryant, who was driving his Saab convertible when the trouble started after Sheppard allegedly kicked the Saab, escalating the dispute. In either man's case, alcohol was most definitely a factor: Sheppard was reported drunk, and I doubt that Mr. and Mrs. Bryant celebrated their anniversary with Dr. Pepper.

It is believed that after the initial encounter with Sheppard that Bryant roared off, with Sheppard clinging to the car, and then, a series of collisions occurred, apparently killed him. The tragedy happened near Toronto's trendy Bay/Bloor area. The next afternoon, Bryant walked out of Police Traffic Services — not out of a police detention cell or a prison facility, with two serious charges over his head. He gave a brief leave-me-alone/my condolences-to-the-family speech to the media before departing. His first court appearance is in October.

Now, hold up, here. Here is a man whose vehicle and perhaps, a little road rage, took the life of a young man. If it were you or I at the wheel of that Saab, chances are good we would still be in the bucket awaiting trial or the Bail Fairy. But here is Michael Bryant, a up-and-coming darling of the Ontario Liberals, a gay activist (and a guy who has no love for racism), and in line for a plum job with the City of Toronto, who gets in an accident causing a death, then gets the Conrad Black four-star treatment; no stinky, urine-soaked cell, just a night at Traffic Division doing paperwork and getting processed before being let go the next day with no word on how the matter was dealt with before he was released. Wonder if he got a free complimentary newspaper and continental breakfast?

And as if this weren't enough, once again the debate has been opened up (along with its wounds) about cars versus bicycles and the "rights" of both sides in a city where having a car is virtually a necessity. The bicycle bunch was out in force, with memorials and anger galore, seeing the perfect opportunity to further aggravate an already tragic situation. There wasn't a lot of love for them from a lot of car owners, especially those who need a car to make a living (i.e., cabbies,), and who vented about the atrocious, arrogant manner in which many of these helmeted yuppies operate their bikes.

Let's talk to the bikers first. A bike is a vehicle, albeit smaller and lighter than a two-ton car, but a vehicle nonetheless, and is, or should be, subject to the same rules of safety as a car for one simple reason: It takes a human to operate it safely and with courtesy for all others on the road. Just because it is smaller and more maneuverable or a better ecological choice to travel does not give its owner the deed to every road and street in the country and the right to be a jerk in a way that could cost a life, as it may have in Mr. Sheppard's case. And, while many people ride bikes, this is not Europe or China, where there are more bike riders and drivers who share the roads and manage to get along quite well together. Like it or not people, a lot of you cyclists need to work on your manners, and those of you who have a problem with it, well, maybe, you need to be licensed, and governed by laws similar to that which govern motorists., including initial driver/operator tests, and occasional re-testing to make sure you still deserve to have and ride a bike. And if the current laws and penalties aren't enough to keep us all safe, perhaps they need toughening.

That's not to let car drivers off the hook either, especially bigwigs in government or who are trendy-cause advocates (like Bryant) who look down on those not in politics as nothing to concern themselves with until an election is called. You need to be treated in the same punitive way that any of us are when we're caught speeding or had one too many Molson's. When you act like a jerk in a moving car, you endanger all of us and your own fool selves, and need to pay for it.

And now we come to the kid gloves treatment of Mr. Bryant, a guy who made all the right political movement and had nothing but political steak and gravy ahead until that fateful August night. He gets to walk around free, to try to rebuild his life (given his leftist record, I doubt that'll be as difficult as, say, Helen Keller learning to communicate). He stands accused of killing a man in a road rage incident that might have been prevented if both parties had checked themselves in a mirror regularly — and I'm not referring to physical appearances. And it might not have happened if the cops who encountered Darcy Sheppard had taken him in or driven him home, instead opting to let him go to his death.

What really went on with Mr. Bryant from the time he was driven grim-faced away from the scene of the death in a police cruiser and the time he walked out a free man pending trial, is between him and all whom he came in contact with, for now. It should bug us all, though, that there is a perception of him getting special treatment just because he was a former Attorney-General. The "one-law-for-the-rich-one-for-the-poor" rule sticks up like a sore thumb in need of attention.

Some things, sadly, will not change: Darcy Alan Sheppard is dead, forever. His friends will no doubt carry the pain of their loss and his violent death, possibly for the rest of their days. Hopefully Mr. Bryant will get a fair hearing — and by "fair," I mean he will be treated the same as any other Ontarian who, accused of motor manslaughter, gets the same justice as the next guy, with no favor attached because of his former status as a lawmaker, law enforcer or mover/shaker.

Cynical guy that I am, I'm not holding out hope for it. But you never know.

 

 

Ted Kennedy's Tarnished Legacy

 

Saturday, August 29, 2007: As I write the opening lines of this column, in the background there is the somber voice of kosher conservative Fox News Channel's Sheppard Smith heaping praise upon the "liberal lion" of the Left, Edward Moore Kennedy, as his body is being carried out to a Hearse awaiting burial in Arlington National Cemetery beside John Kennedy. It's pouring rain in Massachusetts, and umbrellas are everywhere. Already, there has been at least, if not more, media coverage of his death, with the never-ending tributes and funeral masses, than of Michael Jackson's death, whose birthday would have been today. All local programming on Boston channels was virtually wiped out upon learning of his death on August 25th.

Let's get it out in the open right away. Ted Kennedy was a lout. He was a womanizer, a killer who got away with the death of Mary Jo Kopechne at Chappaquiddick, and a race traitor who did his best to endanger American white people, as much as his brother JFK did in the early 1960's before being cut down by an assassin's bullet. Like the rest of his family, he sleazed his way through politics, an Irish crook (no letters, please, I'm half-Irish) on the same level as killer Whitey Bulger, the fugitive who also had others do his dirty work. He had a soft spot for the commie IRA, and was all for the current push to flood Ireland with non-whites, this, years after spearheading the end of US immigration quotas based on nation of origin in 1965, which ended up wrecking the racial demographics of America forever against whites. As a leading Democrat — who wore the Kennedy name and reputation the way that John Gotti wore the sobriquet of "The Teflon Don," his power was such that he was one guy you didn't cross in Washington.

In the 1980's Mr. "Ladies Man" championed women's libbers and gay rights, and defended abortion rights advocates such as Vice Presidential nominee Geraldine Ferraro, and arm-twisted Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev into releasing a number of Soviet Jews including Anatoly Scharansky. In 1991, he and his son Patrick and nephew William Kennedy Smith were involved in an encounter with two women in a bar in Palm Beach, Florida, which ended in rape accusations against Smith.

It baffles me still, a bit, to see all this love being heaped upon a man who acted throughout his life not as dignified and responsible and moral as we used to expect from a public official, let alone a US Senator, but a lustful, boozy, out-of-control jerk more at home falling off the furniture on New Year's Eve, who used his name, his power and the absence of morality in his conscience, to slip out of trouble again and again and again, all the while flaunting himself as a great man. Then again, Ted Kennedy was a living symbol of what America and Americans have become and still are today: a nation of murdering, warmongering, sexually immature and hedonistic bullies who can't figure out why (or pout like a petulant child) whenever someone says they don't like Americans.

Yet, in the finality of it all — as he stands before the “Final Decider” — all his money. power and name will surely be of no use to him when he gets dispatched to the fires of hell. Perhaps the best tribute of him comes from the liberal Boston Globe: "It underscored the evolution that surprised so many people who knew the Kennedys: Teddy, the baby of the family, who had grown into a man who could sometimes be dissolute and reckless, had become the steady, indispensable patriarch, the one the family turned to in good times and bad."

Some patriarch! Goodbye Teddy; It was not a matter of "We hardly knew ye" — t was a matter of the truly good of us knowing you too well.

 

 

Health Care, Hypochondria and Hypocrisy in the USA

 

If there is one thing Canadians can truly boast about, it is the fact that even in tough times, we haven't allowed our views on health care (and who runs and pays for it) to descend to the level of silliness and absurdity that has been the order of the day in America of late. Call it what you want, except a "debate" — in the USA, it has degenerated from civility to, literally, screaming mass hysteria. News channels have replaced coverage of war, bombs going off, piracy, natural disasters and celebrity scandal with images of angry Americans, at least one of which came to one of these "town halls" in New Hampshire packing a gun (I don't remember any of these guys going John Wayne over things like busing and forced integration or forced reverse discrimination).

Let's back up a bit. And, if I may, let me provide some of my own experience with government-run health care. Years ago, I relied on this nation's health care system to sustain me and get me on my feet (literally) after an accident took my right leg. The people who handled it did so with compassion, professionalism and care, right from the point where I was first pushed into the emergency room to the time I last left the hospital with my brand-spanking-new prosthesis. And, I'm sure there are other success stories of Canadians who would fall on both knees and thank Providence for our system, just as I'm sure there are some who felt they got a raw deal (more likely, they were or are the seeds of those brought here from the Third World who came here expecting us to hand the deed to Canada over).

The USA for years has allowed trillions of dollars to be spent digging themselves into the biggest financial hole in history, a lot of that dough being spent bombing the hell out of Muslim and other sovereign nations for a number of treacherous, murderous reasons from "protecting American interests" to telling Muslim women how to dress, to shoving the American "way of life" down the throats of anyone who likes their culture the way it is. It's sad and hilarious — and scary — to see all these small-town Kiwanis Club kosher conservatives and bigots who have no qualms about seeing their money used to commit mass murder (while non-white crime ravages the entire nation and local politicians yelp, "we can't afford cops, we need the National Guard!"), get their dander up over a health care system that caters primarily to women and hypochondriacs from coast to coast.

It is downright laughable to see the bigwigs of the Establishment medical community, from the American Medical Association, to the big health insurance outfits, to these doctors playing Chicken Little (The sky is falling!) at the prospect of government taking a bigger role in the administration of health care, maybe taking away some of their future plans to buy a bigger house or a new boat. On the other end of the scale, you have the low-income Americans who have seen so much of the money they grumblingly give to Washington go to stupid "stimulus projects" (few if any, involving keeping their communities safer), coming out as angry as a cheated hooker, threatening the wrath of God on politicians who don't give them what they want, like spoiled toddlers.

It is estimated that in America there are 47 million people who don't have any health insurance at all. Yet these people are certainly no priority of those who are A-okay with an annual expenditure of trillions for war, but are loathe to spend one damn dime for health care that includes everyone; that is hypocrisy of the highest order. And among those in the forefront of advocating money spent on war and warmongering rather than on health care for the neediest are the women, who are doing their part filling up waiting rooms and lineups for medical care, and whose women's lib fantasy world includes the idea of gender- and racially-imbalanced medical care.

It's time to calm down, Yanks, and instead of dissing our system up here in the tundra, put the energy from your self- righteous wrath into supporting a government health plan where everyone gets covered and no favorites are played.

And as for all of you "yes-dear" kosher conservatives and women's libbers who thinks it's okay for the medical establishment or the insurance industry to pick your pockets (there's no sacrifice too great for capitalism, right?) while going ballistic over government-run health care — which, handled properly, will police the snake-oil floggers and insurance scammers way better then they will themselves) you can shove your pickets and bullhorns where the sun don't shine. Now go home and watch your favorite sports team to blow another game.
 

 

"Family Channels" Need Parental Guidance

 

Film lovers are marking the death of John Hughes, a director who was instrumental in the 1980's with elevating "youth culture" (one of my favorite oxymorons) almost to the degree of a fourth major religion. With films from The Breakfast Club, in which group of punks from both genders vent their spoiled frustrations during weekend school detention) to Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which launched the career of Matthew Broderick (the live-action version of Inspector Gadget finished it), Hughes captured what trendies call "teenage angst" during the Ronald Reagan beating in the hearts of young neo-criminals. which was also being celebrated by all those slick Wall Streeters in the 80's and 90's, such as the vipers who ruined so many at capitalist temples like Enron and Tyco (the latter run by Dennis Kozlowski, who, like the recently-jailed Bernie Madoff, swindled millions and cried not so much as one glycerin tear).

In films, and now especially on TV, the young, immoral rebel-without-a-clue whose ambitions include aspiring to be criminals — and, if they're pre-, and teenaged girls, dressing and acting like whores in training, are all over the dial, broadcast, digital and satellite and have been for years. But let's focus first on the late eighties onward, when Fox Broadcasting, in its infancy, launched the first nighttime teen soap Beverley Hills 90210 (its remake is entering its second year on the CW network), about a Midwestern US family who move to you-know-where to get a taste of the good life. In no time at all, the young'ns Brendan and Brenda and their new spoiled pals were jumping from bed to bed, boozing, drugging, getting in car accidents, crime, everything they could to put mom and dad in the Cardiac Ward. And wow, was it COOL! 90210 was the most popular show on Fox until The Simpsons came along, and it spawned a slew of successors to this day: Dawson's Creek, One Tree Hill, Felicity, and Gossip Girl, to name a few, and the coming-this-fall Vampire Diaries and (The New) Melrose Place — all aimed at that demographic of 18-49 (preferably teens) females so easy to sell clothes, cars and Gatorade to, and all while watching young people around their age act like immoral and amoral idiots, sleazeballs and sleazettes.

But most disturbing is the content on the so-called "family channels" — outlets like America's The N and Disney Channel and in Canada, YTV and The Family Channel. Here, in many of the "family" sitcoms (some of which run on ABC and other broadcast channels your younger kids have access to), you have spoiled brats running amok in The Suite Life of Zach and Cody, a young teen who has millions of fans as country rocker Hanna Montana (while disguising herself as an average teen); an Afro-American teen who gets in one spot after another despite having the ability to see into the future (That's So Raven), and that show's spin-off, about a black kid/hustler acting like Dennis the Menace in the president's (not Obama) pad (Cory In the House). In virtually all of these geared-for-the-young sitcoms, the adults invariably are: a) divorced; b) widowed; c) step-parents; d) "squares," or e) dim-witted, clumsy role models (and heaven help any kid who has a role model like them in real life, like the negligent parents of Hughes' Home Alone). Also, you never saw so many race-mixed young people raised in suburbia hanging out together and getting along so well. Anyone who knows modern America these days know that familiarity with one's own kind still rules in cliques of all races. Each episode is like a fast-forwarded "After School Special," each with a life lesson of its own, e.g. — love all minorities; parents are old-fashioned and tradition is for losers; and, since your folks will forgive you anyway, it's okay to disrespect and lie to them and/or break the law.

Then, there's fare like 90210 and DeGrassi: The Next Generation. The latter, a Canadian production, took its name after Cynthia Degrassi, an Italian greengrocer's daughter who escaped from rebels and snitched to Lord Simcoe during the 1837 Upper Canada Rebellion. From that bit of history, her name survived as the Toronto street where D:TNG (and its predecessor series) are set. Both shows are known for a surfeit of premature sexual content and a shortage of morals. It's a TV feminist course where hedonism rules and tradition and respect are things to be ignored, ridiculed or thwarted. The emphasis on sex and anything-goes makes these shows a lot more of a concern for good parents than any of the older teen-oriented series like Dobie Gillis or Gidget, which are harmless compared to the likes of today's teen soaps and sitcoms.

Remember, parents, you paid for the remote, so use it and help guide your teens to watching TV. Rule one: After your kids watch one or more of these kid-coms and dramas (all of which need a PG rating), sit down with them and talk about the episode they watch; discuss the "messages" both obvious and subliminal, and keep abreast of the plots. Also for future reference, jot down a few sponsors who buy time on commercial networks who air anything you find disturbing or offensive. Rule two: Get to know your broadcasters and those in government who regulate them (.e.g., FCC and Canada's CRTC). Write to them if your concerns aren't addressed by networks and stations.
 

 

A Friendship is as Unique as a Fingerprint

 

Each friend we make in our lives is a unique relationship, as unique as our fingerprints and our signatures; the nature of each one is such that we really don't think about it — until that person dies.

Last week, I lost a friend named Mel McCready, who died suddenly of a heart attack. I first met him as a supervisor when I worked at the Toronto East General Hospital in the eighties, along with "Clarke" Andrews (as he was known there). Mel was an affable, well-liked man who could be both "one of the guys" and yet still the boss. Many was the time he would walk in, the place being less than proper, while the guys were standing around and declare, "This place is a write-off.” He literally ran our department, and while being a regular guy, would not tolerate a dirty work area or half-assed job. He was a local legend, and when he went into hospital for minor surgery people from many hospital departments went to his bedside to wish him a speedy recovery.

Later, I knew him as a social friend, and he was a most interesting one. He had a keen sense of justice and right and wrong, and if you did or said something he felt was out of line, he let you know about it. He was, like me, a trivia buff, and he gave me an idea for a trivia game that I later spent my spare time trying to develop for television. He was no a slouch as an "action man": facing nasty protesters at the Ernst Zündel trial, he waded in, knocking the thugs around like bowling pins. He was an active sportsman, participating in a wide degree of sports from golf to fishing to billiards.

Mel liked a house that was in order and quiet. He liked gardening and today in his backyard, a still-growing sunflower attests to that.

Like me, was a cat lover and he was a helluva cook. He was a gracious host and tried to keep a sense of order in his east-end home. He could converse about anything in modern "culture" and many was the time whenever he was stuck on a movie, TV show or song detail, I was his "go-to" guy. I felt flattered.

I will miss Mel. Deep inside he was a good person, as were many of the people I have known and lost over the years, most of them in my political circle:

John Ross Taylor, whose effectiveness as a white racist and ideological authority earned for him from “ZOG” the sobriquet of "The High Priest of Hate.” To hear him talk about history, politics or ideology, there was not a microbe of hate. He was a kind, reasoned sage who shared many hours of conversation and wisdom with me. Always optimistic, he would occasionally say with great feeling "We've won, Bob! The Jews are through!” Despite a leg injury, he had the walking speed and vigorous energy of an Olympic hopeful and he will always stand tall as a mentor and a friend.

There was Jim Spearin, always a handy, beefy guy as adept at conversation as he was as a sergeant-at-arms; no one got out of line with him around, There was Jack Prins, a gentle giant of a man who loved his wife Sabina and once earned fame as wrestling's "Masked Marvel." There was Leo Jutting, the Dutch Aryan adventurer (a tribute placed on his grave monument along with our sun-cross symbol, who traveled wide and regaled me many a night over french-fries and gravy about his experiences in Australia and Canada. And there was "the Baron.” Axel von Strohl, who enjoyed the high life as a scion of a family descended from Swedish royalty.

Part of the meaning of any friendship is the part where we must endure the pain of when they leave us. We cherish their memories and spirit, and those who read the tombstones designed and worded in tribute to those we lose would be most interested as to the nature of who these friends were. The more memories we have of departed of our friends as individuals, the richer and stronger we are, as it sustains us through the period when we mourn their passing, and makes us better people. And the better a person is, contrary to popular belief, we can, just from knowing them and inheriting the knowledge and the sharing of their lives with us, get through the grief process easier.

Mel McCready — worker, fighter, sportsman, gardener, moral man, cat lover and friend, I shall miss you deeply. May God guide this part of your journey, and thank you for having made each of us who knew you a better person. Your spirit will dwell always within us.

 

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