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Jack Layton funeral — the best nationalist show in town

 

It's 3:26 pm in Toronto, Saturday, August 27. As Michael Bloomberg is telling New Yorkers to hunker down for approaching Hurricane Irene, there is excitement also up north, at Roy Thomson Hall, as the funeral of Jack Layton takes on the atmosphere of a 1960's hootenanny, with singing, hand-clapping and selections being played as varied as you can imagine; music from the film Platoon to Van Morrison's "Into The Mystic" to The Youngbloods' peace anthem "Get Together."

Just prior to the service was the procession outside, where Layton's Oriental widow Olivia Chow walked behind his coffin, yet separately ahead of his children. Her face was devoid of emotion. Thousands of Torontonians and more from all over Canada gathered; Those not able to go inside Roy Thomson Hall watched from giant screens outside.

There was reverence, alternating with applause, in celebration of Jack and of nationalism, not the greed-driven free-trade and globalism that is part of business-as-usual with the Tories, neo-Tories and even the Liberals.

It was uncanny. On Friday, I watched much of the procession of thousands from Toronto and beyond paying their respects to Jack Layton at City Hall: Catholics, making the sign of the cross, Sikhs, many with NDP-Orange turbans, Tamils, Buddhists who bowed repeatedly as they prayed, tourists in casual wear and orange "Thank you Jack" shirts. The sight of the flags — the Red Ensign, the flag of Toronto and an additional Canadian flag — was inspiring, and combined with the many thousands of mourners, it was like watching a picture of Canada, with its real people, not the super-well dressed black-suited men and black-dressed ritzy women, but the Canadians Jack Layton made so many speeches in front of in his brief federal party leader's career. We were all reminded of our own mortality, especially myself — I'm only two years younger than he was at death. It was an incredible sight; seeing our maple leaf flag draped on his coffin seemed to bring out the Canadian patriotism and love of land of so many people from so many backgrounds among the common man. It was the best nationalist show in town.

Say what you will about Jack Layton, He was a real Canadian, and the representation of people who visited Toronto City Hall on Friday to pay their respects and to his funeral on Saturday, in a great sense, represented Canada. Though there were many dignitaries in attendance today such as Tony Clement and Jean Chretien, it was the people of Canada who were the "living stars." So many images, so much unexpected emotion and singing and applause at the eulogy.

The service had all the pomp and circumstance a state funeral should: Somber, slow marchers, bagpipers, and reverence. But never have I seen so many people line up, three, four abreast, and rise during the service to applaud the memory of the NDP leader who passed away last week, succumbing to cancer. Never have I seen so many Canadians come to where his body lay in repose, if even for a brief moment, to acknowledge the passing of a Canadian politician, let alone a man who led the NDP for the first time in history, to the role of Opposition in Ottawa.


"Jack re-defined funerals" quipped CP24 commentator Stephen LeDrew. A rather disrespectful comment from a lout like LeDrew, yet given the wake-like nature of it, it had a small ring of truth.

As they loaded the coffin into the Hearse, I thought, chances are good there will never be this kind of sendoff on the day the pasty-faced globe-trotting globalist Stephen Harper makes his final tour. While Harper pushed the globalist agenda, Jack stayed at home, concerned with Canada and Canadians: the poor, the homeless, the disenfranchised. He preferred to be called "Jack" and when he appeared shortly before his death, gaunt and thin, it betrayed the scrappiness of the fighter he was. In a land of capitalists, greed bags and free-trade dogs who have and continue to sell us out, Jack Layton was truly unique.

We shall not see his kind again in our lifetime. Although he supported things that I am four-square against (multiculturalism, gay marriage), I had to admire how he was able to muster, even in death, the worship of the public normally given to pop musicians.

'Bye, Jack. We'll have a nice debate in the next dimension.
 

 

UK riots prove: Nothing wrong with racism

 

If you live in a large city in Canada or England, no doubt the recent British riots are giving you a sense of dιjΰ vu. After all, if there's one thing exuberant youth can be counted on for, it's picking good times where there'll be lots of news and social media around to do damage. In Vancouver, they took to the streets and went nutzoid over the local hockey team the Canucks. Last summer, it was Toronto on the world stage --with everyone ending up with eggy faces in the aftermath of the G20.

Mass riots are not a new phenomenon in modern society. In the days of the Civil Rights fiasco in the USA, you couldn't go a week without seeing one major city go up in flames in summer on the 6:30 news. This month, again, it was London's turn.

And it was mostly race-mixers and non-whites. Yet, none of  Britain's major media -- BBC, ITV, Channel 4 or any of the dailies bothered to mention that aspect-- it wasn't racial in nature,  just young hooligans (yeah, right) who burned, looted and destroyed for almost a week just a year before London is to host the Olympics — great show. If there's one thing the UK riots did prove (and that was before the chicken shit Prime Minister Cameron started crying the blues it's that there's nothing wrong with racism and that racism is for everyone. If you don't get even that, well, pity you.

England has for decades, steadily seen the experience of non-whites in the major cities of America and Canada grow in their major centers. Brixton itself became one of England's first cities to be synonymous with race trouble, and with the incredible tolerance of the Limeys (except for white nationalism, of course) it was just a matter of time before ignoring nature's grand plan of racial segregation was carried to its inevitable outcome.

And let's face it — it was white male race traitors who made "racism" an "evil" word — in the UK, in America and in many other lands where white culture was the norm until massive non-white immigration and multiculturalism  and accommodation of non-whites changed the very character of not just nations like England, but entire continents. Non-white crime is so common place, yet receives so little if any coverage, and when it does there's no mention of the race issue. descriptions of suspects are never by race or color — if anything you hear or see "spoke with a Jamaican accent." It's still not enough.


I say we just face up to things, mention race and stiffly criticize any whites who challenge us.  Self-loathing scumbags are just naive traitors themselves, only worthy of having scorn and derision heaped upon them, at all levels of society. Anti-racism only serves to deny everyone their identities (unless you're "special" of course). There are many who think of England as a racist country. If that laughable belief were true — if racism was really practiced all along, the ideology of racial integrity and identity for all races would have stopped all of August's suffering and carnage.

Racism is as natural as breathing, as Don Andrews says. it's here to stay and we need only to do things the white man's way and continue to respect other racists with common sense. good will and fair play. Anders Breivik of Norway went overboard in his angry approach, but still managed to put the fear of God into race traitors there, in and outside of the Norwegian Establishment.

Those who have race-mixed themselves out of existence can be ignored, and those who want to aggressively oppose us, well, that's what the just-started white cold civil war (that Breivik heated up).

The race-mixed riots of 2011 weren't England's first — and they won't be the last.

Rue Britannia.
 

 

More wild white women

 

It wasn't that long ago that the other side of the wild white woman became hot TV commodity: the woman who was not only assertive and not needing a man, but one who could crack wise and two seconds later, kick a man into tomato paste. Two of these femmes led the charge: The Bionic Woman (ABC/NBC) and Wonder Woman (ABC/CBS.) This fall that nasty tradition continues, but let's go back in time first:

The Bionic Woman, played by Lindsay Wagner, began in 1976 as a spinoff/midseason replacement. She was the love interest of The Six Million Dollar Man (Lee Majors) who suffered severe injuries in an accident and had her limbs and one ear replaced, becoming TV's first cyborg-ette/US government super-soldier When it was cancelled in 1977, it was picked up by NBC to run for one more year. She had all the femininity of a socket wrench and the emotion of a frozen caveman. She only cracked a smile for her boss-mentor Oscar Goldman but continued her Gargamel super-soldier duties against "the enemies of America" long enough to earn a place in TV and feminist history.

Before it became a hit series, they took three runs at creating a TV-worthy version of Wonder Woman. Originally created as an Amazon who fought Nazis in the comics, ABC updated the character in a 1974 movie of the week starring Cathy Lee Crosby, wherein, instead of wearing a tiara and bulletproof bracelets, she wore a jogging suit and her only memorable moment was a catfight with actress/model Anita Ford. When the movie didn't click, they went back to formula and picked relatively unknown Linda Carter as the new superhero. It stayed true to the World War II premise of the comic until moving to CBS in 1977, re-setting the show in the present day until its cancellation in 1979. Carter spent her days after WW in a short-lived series called Partners in Crime before going into obscurity. And that was just in the decade that started the don't-mess-with-me "lady" hero. This fall, there's lots of take-no-guff men-kickers and shooters about to take over the airwaves, in both comedy and drama formats:

ABC is reviving a new generation of Charlie's Angels, the '70's fantasy revolving around sharp-shootin' whore-dressin' undercover detectives who work for a man they've never seen.
Pity Robert Wagner, the voice of "Charlie."

Tim Allen, who made a comedy career portraying white guys as blowhards and trouble-prone buffoons, is in that network's new comedy Last Man Standing as the one male in a house full of libber-gals. Guess who looks smarter in this one? It'll be followed by Man Up! a new series created by one Christopher Moynihan, and centering around a trio of adolescent guys who can't figure out how to be men. It's up to the wild white women to teach them, heaven help them.

At CBS, there's Two Broke Girls, not only broke, but sassy to all the guys in the restaurant where they work, including the Chinese owner and the black cashier. NBC has Whitney, featuring comedienne Whitney Cummings as a gal in a five-year relationship and who doesn't want to settle down and marry.

On the CW, the women get wilder. There's the new Hart of Dixie, a new soapy drama about a female doctor who can't find work in New York, so she resettles in the US South and is ready for all them beer-chuggin' rednecks; and Ringer, a suspense drama starring TV's "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" (Sarah Michelle Gellar) as a woman on the run from the mob who assumes the identity of her suddenly-missing twin sister.

Although there have been reports that Oprah Winfrey's much-lauded and badly-programmed OWN channel was about to tank, it continues on as Winfrey assumed operational control of the network this summer, canning the man she put in charge to get it off the ground. Expect more man-bashing/lesbian/liberal/libber programming this fall.

What happened to the nice girl next door? She's been replaced by the bitchy wife (Marriage Ref.) the snooty never-satisfied whore (The Bachelor/Bachleorette,) the schemer (any reality/game show like Big Brother or Survivor,) the tough cop (The Closer, King, Law & Order, The Mentalist, Hawaii Five-O, ad nauseam) and the growing legion of surly and/or smarter-than-all-men quipper (Rules of Engagement, Mike & Molly, Hiccups, even Corner Gas.) And they'll be around on TV for quite awhile — before they quit TV to do movies.

Even though she's not in her grave, Mary Tyler Moore must be grinning. As TV's wild white woman icon of the seventies, he made being a harridan popular.

And hell on Earth for real men.

 

 

Dangerous Fantasies

 

There's a lot of young people feeling a twinge of remorse over the last adventure of boy sorcerer Harry Potter. And some of it borders on the disturbing. Y'know, it's one thing to have a hobby like stamps or coins, but none of those have the capacity to jerk you out of the real world and lose yourself in worlds of gnomes, wizards, monsters, aliens, sorcerers, dungeons, dragons, and the more contemporary realms of organized crime (the Grand Theft Auto video game series come to mind). There are a surprising number of people, both young and barely adult, who have abandoned their own lives and literally live in these places online, role-playing in games  and letting themselves go to hell (not to mention the worry of their loved ones).

Fantasy used to be the realm of fairy tales, the kind our moms and dads used to read when we were very young. Today, it's a pretty scary realm: werewolves, vampires, Potter, Dungeons and Dragons, and even the ultra-violent video games that have gone a long descending way from Pong and Pac-Man. Technology may have made our lives easier or faster or more efficient, but it's also brought a lot of dark, negative side effects: Opening the door to our young to a world of monsters, human, animal and hybrid, animated 3-D cartoons, and TV shows and films that all are so far away from reality that they cleverly suck in millions of fans along with their money — not to mention pushing such dangerous ideas that black magic and the supernatural are just harmless fun.

Canada is one of the leaders of this kind of un-reality. Your tax dollars went into the production of Spiez! a Canadian/ French/ Spanish animated spinoff of Totally Spies, wherein a group of teen and pre-teen school kids are recruited by a Limey-headed spy outfit to take down bad guys of all ages and fetishes (my fave is The Human Projectile, an almost-gay falsetto-voiced daredevil.) Jimmy Two-Shoes is a riff on Alice in Wonderland, with a hero who's as macho as a petticoat. Hot Wheels: Battle Force 5, another Canadian tax dollar-produced show, is a dizzying half-hour ad for the famous US Mattel toys that have been around for decades. Then, there's Babar and Badou, a new 3D version of the charming old series on the preschooler channel Treehouse, and  still voiced by Gordon Pinsent.

Japanese anime? Don't get me started. The perverts who created the kiddie-centric Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball, Yu-Gi-Oh and the numerous Pokemon series, with the exaggerated non-white facial expressions, race-mixing and gratuitous drawing of girls' anatomies, all need to be locked up. Race-mixing is also the order of the day on Treehouse's Backyardigans, cute little multi-colored creatures designed to bury the equality myth in your toddler's brain, along with Disney Junior's Handy Mandy.

Also on Disney channels (and Canada's Family Channel) there's The Wizards of Waverly Place -- yep, teen witches and warlocks in training. along with race-mixed live-action fare like Cory In the House, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

But wait, there's more coming this fall! NBC has Grimm, a weird combination of police drama and fairy tale fantasy, while the CW network is promoting The Secret Circle, to join its already-creepy hit drama Supernatural.

I'll be going over more of these  in the next few weeks as the new fall TV season unfolds. It's important to remember that the longer kids spend in these TV, film and video-game other-worlds, the more distant they get in psyche and attitude about the real world. And that has resulted in tragedy, in this nation (Dawson College) and pretty well everywhere else where there's a modicum of semi-civilization.

The solution? Watch what your kids watch, know where they go for entertainment and communicate with them. And talk to them about the fantasy worlds they watch and play in, with the eye to keeping them grounded in the real world.

Living in the real word ain't easy — but spending too much time in unreality is no alternative.

 

We Don't Need Another (Super) Hero

 

We all loved superheroes when we were kids. We all loved how they stood for truth and justice and righting wrongs, no matter if they were from Earth or imported from places like Mars or Krypton, just so long as they nailed all the super-villains and saved the innocent, we cheered them on.

Somewhere along the time between the 1970's and 1980's, many of them changed: Superman found out that someone could kill him without Kryptonite (His name was Doomsday), and Batman suddenly was no longer a wisecracking Caped Crusader (or a super-straight dude who left the funny lines to Robin), but a brooding bully who put the Joker in the hospital instead of leaving him just groggy enough to put in a paddy wagon. Green Lantern? Forget the movie — he became a black guy: imagine Shaft with a magic ring instead of a .38.

"Whaa Hoppen?"

To go back in time, Superman was created in 1938 by couple of Jewish guys, one from Canada (Joe Shuster) and one from the States (Jerry Siegel), dually inspired by the Nitzschean idea of a super man -- one with superior strength, a man to be elevated to the status of a god, and the Jewish legend of the Golem, the mythical superhuman monster who destroyed the Jews' enemies. And aren't gods something to be feared? Even Supe's archenemy Lex Luthor (Kevin Spacey, in Superman Returns) grumbled about the world conferring god status upon him, and how Superman didn't want to share his powers. Oh yeah, and he's from another planet, one that blew up, but geez, he can make more of his kind, right? Then where'll we be when they get tired of being good guys?

As for Batman, well, he's pretty politically-correct now; he's more inward; his brutal new dark style, a supposed reflection of the childhood trauma of seeing his folks murdered is still around, despite the fact that he's a billionaire philanthropist who lets a Black guy named Lucius run his company for him. Which brings us to another superhero from the past being resurrected on screen in the new film, Captain America: The First Avenger.

"Cap" as he was called by his sidekick Bucky in the early Marvel Comics, was a skinny all-American guy unfit for military service, until his patriotism convinced the USA to make him a lab rat, endowing him with super agility, California beach pecs and super strength, ready to, as a character in the film says, "Escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of hell." The best Cap can do is go after and defeat a disfigured Nazi called Red Skull, making the world again safe for Mom, apple pie, porno and Paris Hilton.

Superheroes are a dangerous propaganda tool of the "Jews media": they all hate racism, sort of tolerate degeneracy (In the sixties Batman TV show, super-square Bats was frugging in a club with slinky-dressed Jill St. John before being busted for trying to drive while impaired.) Although they are not technically duly-deputized cops, the law can't seem to stop them from being self-appointed vigilantes who do something worse than hopscotch over suspects' rights: making the cops and the law enforcement / legal system look like a joke. Sometimes they'll even form partnerships: A legend of Batman goes that Gotham DA Harvey Dent used illegally obtained evidence to nail crooks -- until he was attacked and disfigured by a vengeful mob boss, becoming the arch villain Two-Face.

And Superman's nemesis Luthor has evolved from being just a mad scientist to, in various stories in comics and TV, becoming a megalomaniac evil CEO who in one story, becomes US President. Political correctness is all over. John J'onzz is a Martian who is an important member of the Justice League, a band of super types who keep an eye on Earth from a gigantic space station called The Watchtower (are they secret Mormons, too?).  In the hit animated series Justice League, there was a prominent continuing storyline about  many in the US government and the military worried about Earth's reliance on a team of aliens and super-powered humans who conceal their identities.

Superheroes are enjoying a resurgence in the movies, with the popularity of the X-Men films, and the upcoming Avengers next year — not to mention the next Batman film, the next reboot of Spider-Man and the Superman Returns sequel, Man of Steel. Stan Lee, head of Marvel (now an entertainment conglomerate, like DC Comics) couldn't be happier, as are the "Jews media's" Time Warner, owners of Superman, Batman and Green Lantern, among others.

If an alien suddenly appeared on Earth and declared himself its protector, I'd feel a little queasy. Especially if he was bulletproof and could bend a tank gun into a pretzel. Superhero worship is a dangerous message being sent to our kids. It says that as long as we're too cowardly to defend ourselves and those things which need defending (e.g., white racial survival), hey, why not trust the guy in the cape and blue tights?

We're having a rough enough time as it is on Earth trying to settle our differences. We don't need another (super) hero taking it upon him/herself how Mankind should live.

In fact or fiction.
 

The Murdoch, Punch & Judy Show

 

How the mighty have fallen.

Rupert Murdoch, that rare bird in media — a nice Jewish boy from Australia who built a media empire that included almost every major British tabloid, The Wall Street Journal and the Fox movie and TV conglomerate, has had the "cold light" shone on him as the British government is supposedly set to take down him and his News Corporation empire.  And yet for all the soapy hearings, lurid details over his phone-tappings and chummy relations with major British political parties, one can't help but smirk. After all, this is the same Rupert Murdoch who braggingly referred to himself as "the billionaire tyrant" in an episode of The Simpsons.

Come on, now. Here is a guy who is considered one of the most powerful media scions on Earth. His papers are rumored to have broken and built politician after politician, and there's a lot of terror among the Left in America over the arch-neo-cons at his Fox News Channel (which, no surprise, has uttered little about this "mega-scandal." ) Yet, like Conrad Black, still cooling his heels in the pokey, Rupert has the respectability of Queen Elizabeth.

The whole drama is a tempest in a teapot, a Punch and Judy show played for our benefit (You see, they're going after these lying tycoons!). In an era when more people think the news is what's on TMZ or Access Hollywood, and could name you every one of Brad Pitt's kids but maybe six US state capitals, it's no surprise (well, maybe a little) to see the gasps of horror light up when it's "revealed" that a leader in electronic media has been resorting to the kind of surveillance that would put 007 to shame and — ye gods — buying political influence? I'm shocked and appalled!

Rupert Murdoch virtually invented sleazy journalism. His 160-year News of the World was one of the most successful tabloid papers ever, setting the standard for the kind of garbage that to this day passes for information. His creation of the Fox network in 1986 with co-Jew Barry Diller was only succeeded as a master stroke by the creation in 1996 of Fox News Channel, home of the rip-roarin' warmonger rant and the America's the Greatest mantras. He created a "Jews media" empire that flogged the leftist propaganda as entertainment ("race mixing" soap operas, "youth"-oriented shows and vulgar cartoons) and neo-con rhetoric of the "Right" masquerading as news.
Dollars to donuts he's loving every minute of this little farce. After all, you can't take it with you and at 80 years old, he's happy to hand off this little prob to his son just before he's called to that big Outback in the sky. This Australian version of Hugh Hefner (the other famous dirty old man) is on his third wife, an Asian looker named Wendi, who's a real fightin' tiger (it was she who tackled the shaving cream pie-thrower when Rupe was testifying at the British parliamentary hearings on his News Corp's dirty doings).

There's a supposedly somber attitude at news channels on both sides of the Atlantic, fearful that there's going to be more of a clampdown on their precious estate by governments (yeah, right.) In America, their Freedom of Speech Constitutional Amendment right will keep them in business for some time to come. In Canada, now with "hate laws" that every thin-skinned jerk can and has used to stifle free speech, it's a little different. There is a law being tabled that would make any criticism of Israel a hate crime — really!

Murdoch can rest easy, he won't be doing any time, nor likely will any of his gofers at the rags and the TV outlets he runs. All it may hurt are his chances of taking over the international Sky News Channel. It was downright hilarious to see his mea culpa ad that appeared after the news broke of the wiretappings, signed by him and  complete with the News Corporation name and global logo.

Globalist capitalists are like diplomats — they can crash a car into a restaurant and not worry, sharing virtually the same level of diplomatic immunity as foreign representatives. And if they're media tycoons, so much the better. Yet, journalism doesn't have the same sparkle or glamour it once had (there were rumors that US journalism schools were swelled with applications after Woodward and Bernstein's bringing down of Richard Nixon became the stuff of legend). There's a growing air of sleaze about how the press tosses out the rule book to get a scoop. No one is safe — not the powerful and famous, not grieving mothers after their kids are killed in crime and reporters are on them like leeches.

The media — more accurately — the "Jews media" — has no morals, and this little Brit scandal has already been washed off the front page by the rampage in Norway, just as has public anger over the Casey Anthony trial. We'll be yapping about that awful Rupert Murdoch chap until something else takes it place.

Hey, it's you who pay for it (cable, satellite fees, newspaper subscriptions) and access it online and with your remotes and Blackberrys. But you're smart enough to know the real stories from the B.S., aren't you?

Well, aren't you?

 

 

TV's Dark Racial Chapter

 

Before television, there was radio. And on radio, two "negro" entertainers were stars of a "sitcom" of the medium that carried over into TV's early days. "Amos & Andy" (in real life, Freeman Gosden and Charles Correll — who weren't black) were a pair of black con artists and get-rich-quick schemers who parlayed the portrayal of gullible or sneaky American blacks into one of television's earliest hit comedies. Amos & Andy was widely accepted by radio and TV audiences (its principal sponsors were Pepsodent toothpaste and Rinso detergent) until a black-oriented Pittsburgh newspaper and the AME church began campaigns to have it cancelled. The show left CBS in 1956 (five years later, a cartoon spinoff called Calvin and the Colonel appeared on ABC, produced by the Kayro Productions division of Universal TV).

Since then, blacks have been on TV not so much as buffoons, but as golden-hearted, sensitive, non-threatening ideals for white women to date. For a brief period in the 1970's they were pimps and drug pushers, and still show up as rappers and "gangstas" in videos, but in regular broadcast comedies and dramas now, as pillars of the community. On the syndicated comedy The New Adventures of Old Christine, Blair Underwood appears as the black paramour of Julia Louis-Dreyfuss' divorced white mom Christine Campbell. The only thing closest to a negative image of blacks these days on TV is Seth MacFarlane's Cleveland Brown of Family Guy and his own spinoff The Cleveland Show.

In the 1980's, Bill Cosby became TV's most popular TV dad — until the then-new Fox network moved its hit show about a dumb white dad and his brood (The Simpsons) opposite Cosby on Thursday, regularly clobbering The Cosby Show in the ratings. Today, the ex-comic, after burning himself out in numerous sitcoms, is railing about education, TV images of blacks and how black families can't control their kids anymore.

The 1970s and 1980s laid the groundwork for the imaging of the "Noble/Cool" black Dad (or Dude)  and the Dumb/Abusive/Crude white Father. All the networks had 'em: The Mary Tyler Moore Show's Gordy  (John Amos, who went on to head the family of Good Times, both on CBS)  Scoey Mitchell, who portrayed the level-headed business partner of white cement-head Joe Gerard on Rhoda; "Griff" black buddy of white loser Al Bundy of Fox's Married With Children.  Then there's the clever black guy Darnell surrounded by white doofusses on My Name Is Earl , right up to Carl MacMillan, the black cop partner of white overweight slob Mike Biggs on the CBS hit Mike and Molly.

Race-mixing is a staple of sitcoms, and not just black men with white women. CBS' The Jeffersons tried something unheard-of in the mid-seventies — a reversed-race-mixed couple, the Willises, a white male married to a black woman. Today's it's common in North America: The popular Canadian Body Break health-tip ads feature black actor Hal Johnson partnered with white woman Joanne Macleod. Along the way, we have some amazing black portrayals; On Star Trek: The Next Generation, there's Geordie Laforge, who's not only black, but blind, and wears a special visor that gives him substitute sight. John Stewart (not the TV host) is DC Comics' first and only black Green Lantern, and Marvel Comics hero Nick Fury, originally a one-eyed white man, magically changed races in the film Iron Man.

Pop culture has been changed to make race-mixing "fit" all-white icons. Archie and his Riverdale pals were integrated to make way for black teen Chuck Jones, as has the 1970's animated version of The Hardy Boys, and the legend of Superman himself: Although portrayed and raised as a human white, Clark Kent became classmates with an Afro-American in Smallville, the just-wrapped latest TV adaptation of the superhero.

Some of the biggest criticisms of black portrayals come from blacks themselves. Many don't want them "too white"; others don't want them "too black." Many just claim that blacks are never portrayed realistically. About the only black portrayals that resonated with blacks poor and middle-class were those in Alex Haley's two blockbuster miniseries Roots and Roots: The Next Generation.

Each year, black activist outfits like the NAACP cry the blues over two things as each TV season begins: There aren't enough black people on TV, and what there are on prime time "doesn't reflect black America."  Geez, you have your own TV networks (BET), your own media (Ebony), your own businesses and your purchasing power is respected, give it a rest, already!
 
And in the meantime, all you in Hollywood about to develop TV series and movies for this coming winter, how's about showing some white role models who aren't obese, sex-crazed, dumb, wimpy, nerdy,  evil or conniving?  These are the stereotypes not meant to be funny, but to downgrade and generate hate against whites.

And that, when you think about it, isn't funny at all.

 

Casey Anthony: The single mother syndrome and the "Zanny nanny"

 

There was hardly a TV viewer who wasn't drawn to the tragic, terrible story of Casey Anthony and that of the little girl Caylee, found dead, gone forever before she had the chance to enjoy all the innocent beauty of childhood. Before Casey was found not guilty in a Florida courtroom, all the evidence seemed stacked against her, not the least of which was the image the prosecution painted of her as a single party mom, a woman who would rather down drinks than say, read a bedtime story to her precious child. The jury acquitted her of all charges except that of lying to police; for that, she is scheduled to leave prison on July 17.

There's an old joke which has in it the words of a German psychiatrist: "Zee Muzzer (mother), we look to zee muzzer." In the Casey Anthony case, her mom Cindy plays a prominent role, as perhaps did a medication called "Xanax" which may have been used on Caylee Anthony by Casey to keep her quiet and sedated so she could go and party, as speculation at the trial brought out.  Toronto commentator Gary Schipper gave it a term, "Zanny The Nanny" on his Facebook page, referring to the drug's sedative properties as a chemical babysitter.

Cindy Anthony, from all optics, appears to be the matriarch in that tragically messed-up clan, clearly in charge (at least for the younger year's of Casey's life) of her husband George. That she would be willing to lie on the witness stand for her daughter, as many "Jews media" wags commented, says volumes about how wild white women's out-of-control hedonism and arrogance are not confined to the Under-30-year-olds. Among those anchors, the worst was HLN's Nancy Grace, who during her one-hour Saturday show and weekend special on July 9 referred to Casey Anthony almost exclusively as "tot mom"; the venom was just dripping off her as she led the Hang 'Em High crowd for bloodlust after the not guilty verdicts were announced.

As for Caylee's  granddad George, there's a lot about him that needs looking into, along with so many things that came out at the trial. The meter reader who went poking at Caylee's body. the time discrepancy between the finding of the girl's remains in a trash bag and the murder becoming police and public knowledge; the witnesses who were either idiots in their stammering responses to prosecution questions or conniving cover up artists. In the end, the State of Florida did not make its case strong enough for a conviction. And under the law, a person cannot be tried twice for murder. 

The "modern" single mom is a figure borne of truth in this so-called modern secular age, a terrible legacy of the women's movement that came to fruition in the 60's and 70's, a movement that mutated into a virus in the West and is now consigned to the official role of "post-feminism." This do-what-you-please attitude was passed down from wild 1960s moms to their daughters, who in turned passed it to their daughters. Today we have white women who think of their kids as burdens, as excuses to go out and party and cast their natural maternal instincts (and morals) into the garbage. Can you imagine any of circumstances (that we learned from the trial) going on in a Muslim home, with a mom dangerously medicating her child to go get snockered and dance the night away?

The aftermath of the murder of Caylee is both absurd and heart-breaking: Reports of death threats against the family (who went into hiding,) an offer to appear on (what else?) The Jerry Springer Show (that a spokesman for the show later denied,) movie and book deals in the offing, and an entire world outraged at the outcome. We may never learn exactly who killed Caylee; yet we should remember that the "Jews media"-poisoned collective minds of society in evil, secularized America turned what should have been a murder trial into a horrific daily orgy of a matriarchal society gone mad; Nancy Grace's show ratings went up more than 150% (the ratings of all news networks shot up during covering the trial.)

The trial is over, and even if new evidence is "uncovered" chances are Caylee's killer will never face real justice, whoever they are.  This case, and the media coverage of it, is just the latest part of he terrible media legacy of the women's lib movement: men who have forgotten to be men or go the extreme in the other direction; on the tube or the movie screen, men are wimps, bumblers, rapists, brutes, child abusers. boozers, drug addicts, whiners or criminals, while women are smart, virtuous and/or victimized. In this case, Cindy Anthony, apparently aided and abetted by her husband (who showed himself as alternate befuddled on the witness stand and bellicose to the media) emerges as a main villainess in this sorrowful chapter of America. Compare her drama queen theatrics on the stand with the calm demeanor in the footage of her jail visit with Casey.

To paraphrase a cigarette ad from the 60's, we've come a wrong way, baby. And things won't get better until we re-introduce the natural, healthy racially-aware gender roles in  families and traditional marriage. Love and marriage don't have to be the Harlequin Romanticized ideal anymore, but needs to be a real partnership between men and women. with the emphasis on producing and properly raising strong, masculine boys,  and girls who are taught real virtue, morals and to not imitate the slutty MTV video/Hannah Montana behavior that has killed countless girls (and women) and ruined countless lives.

As the Anthony family continues what is left of their lives, a little girl's soul is screaming for justice that she may never have, thanks to the "culture" of wild white women of hedonism that led to her murder. May God protect her soul.

 

 

Bob's Canada Day Wish List

 

Wow, do I love this country.

Sure it's got a few faults, but what nation doesn't?

Those of who grew up in this great land and have benefited from it owe a bit of a debt of gratitude to the fact that this is still a great land, and as Canadians, we are kind of privileged and lucky.

My way of "repaying" Canada for giving me a nation that still enjoys a good standard of living, where there are still some who cherish our heritage and culture and our uniqueness as a country, is to offer here my wish list, things I'd like this nation to do to make it even better.

Starting with us getting out of foreign lands as invaders and meddlers and stop helping those with evil agendas to kill, maim and torture the innocent. We need to be the Canada of non-involvement again, the Canada that promotes peace — and not at the point of a gun. Let's dump the mentality that blows hundreds of thousands on village-bombing shells (and billions as part of the treacherous-twinned UN and NATO) while our sick, poor and elderly go without. Canadians must come first.

We need to replenish the European element of Canada that both our Liberal and Conservative governments tore down since the 1970's with the insanity of multiculturalism and open immigration, and the use of our tax dollars to pay for the accommodation and upkeep of liars, economic sneaks and opportunists from the Third World who come here and take from us daily.

We need to smash this open-borders free-trade fiasco that has been a boon for capitalists and  consumerists who put The Gap and community-killing Wal-Mart stores all over and will soon turn our Zellers stores into Target locations. We need to stop this nonsense that allows companies to ship our jobs far away and pay garbage wages, lowering our quality of white man's living standards to the point where unions must fight for the very human dignity of their members.

Let's pay everyone in this country a decent, livable wage and encourage community pride by planting trees and flowers and encourage national pride by putting our maple leaf up everywhere. This weekend, there should not be one street in Canada not sporting a Canadian flag.

Let's support Canadian arts and entertainment, not tie up our cities as has happened this week when a busy part of Toronto was closed to traffic to allow the questionably-talented Katy Perry to flog some perfume. Let's teach our kids real Canadian history, not the "sanitized"  politically-correct crud where a kid knows by Grade 13 about the 1970 FLQ scare but not what Jacques Cartier and John Cabot were famous for.

And let's encourage the free expression of ideas in the public square, not gasp when a critical word against Zionism, Israel or special minority rights is uttered, printed or posted. Let's chuck all sections and additions to our Charter of Rights and Freedoms and the Criminal Code that criminalize political speech. Remember, as my colleague Don Andrews said, "Free speech means the right to say what your opponent doesn't want you to hear. " 

As a lad, for me there was nothing more Canadian than to go to the CNE every August and watch Canadian agriculture, Canadian goods and Canadian pride on display, not to mention Canadian entertainment at the Grandstand like Bob Goulet and Gordon Lightfoot. I have even been known to get a tear in my eye on occasion; Watching the Rockies from a distance on a vacation many years ago, and not just on a postcard, swelled my heart and renewed my love of being Canadian.

I hope your love of Canada grows, too along with your determination to make it greater, this Canada Day. Go to a Harvey's burger joint instead of McDonald's. Attend a Blue Jays game. Buy a Maclean's (or go online) Buy a Burton Cummings album. Or just watch some festivities either on CBC or in your local community.

And, get involved in your community. Raise hell if your government does something dangerous, wasteful and/or stupid. Being a good Canadian means being a good citizen.
 
Celebrate our nation. It's a great place to live.

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

 

 

From Peons to Icons

 

Riddle me this: What do Scooby-Doo sleuth Freddy Jones, a co-star of "Hiccups" and a spokes-singer of bananas have in common?

Answer: Latin America. Freddy Prinze Jr. traces his lineage to Hispanic comic Freddie Prinze (R.I.P.); Stan's wife on Hiccups is portrayed by one Paula Rivera and as for Chiquita Bananas — you get the idea. Hispanics and Latinos have carved for themselves in the United States a mini-nation of their own. They are one of the largest visible minorities in America. Spanish is a language that stretches from virtually every major US city (where, in some, it is mandatory on government forms and signs.) There are two major Spanish TV networks, Univision and Telemundo (although the latter is owned by NBC Universal and run by one Jeff Gaspin). It is said that their economic clout in American politics and the economy rivals that of the black and gay communities.

It wasn't always this way. The earliest time in TV most can remember when there was so much as a leading man in primetime was Desi Arnaz, who starred in I Love Lucy with Lucille Ball. Arnaz directed and co-produced that show along with many others, until Ball cleaned him out in a nasty divorce, taking their company Desilu (today it is CBS Television distribution.) In films, Latino males had two basic characters: swarthy, nasty thieves, and romantic leading men like Ricardo Montalban, who crossed over from movies. The ladies, more often then not, were prostitutes, singers, dancers or "spitfires" hot-blooded Latina women as dangerous as they were amorous. Throughout the years, many Latin actors were given roles that hid their heritage: Montalban played both the murderous arch-villain Khan in the Star Trek TV and film franchises and also in the 80's, the mysterious Mr. Roarke of Fantasy Island, while leading man Cesar Romero made a nice pile as the late 1960's live-action Batman baddie The Joker.

Multicult and TV allowed Hispanics to be themselves, in many modern roles: Erik Estrada as motorcycle cop Ponch of CHiPS, Henry Darrow as cop Manny Alvarez in 1969's Harry-O and Gregory Sierra as the amiable cop Chano in the '70's sitcom Barney Miller (to name a few.)

In 2005, so popular were the Latino-TV "Tele-novelas" (prime time soaps) that the first schedule of the then-new My Network TV were US adaptations of two telenovels, Desire and Fashion House.  They didn't last, and MyTV shrank in the next few seasons to the status of a syndicated program provider.

The Latin influence has had an influence on the music industry going back to Hollywood's golden era. There was a romanticism in films like Flying Down to Rio, And Now Miguel and the race-mixing musical West Side Story, which carried over to today, along the way making international stars of Sergio Mendes and Brasil 66, Herb Alpert's Tijuana Brass, Julio and Enrique, Iglesias, Ricky Martin, Menudo, Jennifer Lopez, Christina Aguilera — the list goes on. There are even Latin Grammys now;  One of the hottest disco hits of the 70's was Santa Esmeralda's cover of Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood, later reworked as the theme of the '70's game show Bullseye.

Canadians have become used to multiculturalism for years. You don't have to look hard to find signs or government brochures in many languages or a can of Campbell's Chicken Broth in English and Chinese. It's primarily in the US where it began and spread to Canada and Europe, where the Latino culture and languages (primarily Spanish and Portuguese) have contributed to the billions of the "Jews media" recording industry.  Gone is the image of the peon or the idiotic/sneaky sombrero-wearing Mexican once popularized in characters like Warner Brothers' Speedy Gonzales or 60's snack pitchman the Frito Bandito. Latino performers are icons of society now, the white man having gladly stepped aside and allowed the machismo of the Latin male to take a dominant role while he secretly lusts for that cute little gal with the long dark hair and fiery eyes.

Latino culture and its influence has made its peoples the fastest-growing group in America. Although the "dangerous" image of Latinos still pops up in crime shows and violent films like Scarface, chances are there's a fan in your family of actor Mario Lopez or even former movie queen Dolores del Rio.

There's a good reason why there's something called The National Council of La Raza (The Race) active in US politics; it has become the Hispanic version of  the ADL (B'nai Brith) and should you choose to hire a more-qualified white for a job instead of a Latino, you might get a visit from one of La Raza's folks. That organization has made and broken enough political careers to make politicians take notice. Then, there's the obvious burgeoning of America's Hispanic populations. After all, what was bloodily won from these people (whose collective heritage includes heart-eating  tribes) with the bayonet, is being taken back with the bassinette. The bottom line is always, move over Whitey, you're about to be replaced.

As Bart Simpson would say, Ay caramba!

 

 

Canada TV this fall: Your $$ at work . . . sort of

 

In case you didn't hear, CBC celebrates its 75th anniversary this year, starting with a bunch of special programming commemorating over seventy decades of your dough at work, from Razzle Dazzle to Front Page Challenge to Mr. Fixit to Republic of Doyle. They kick it off in August with a special called The People's Network leading to their fall schedule in September.

Coronation Street gets another nightly episode added to it, bumping Jeopardy! to 4:30 pm (whew, thank God Oprah's gone).

 

The classy stuff this year is Camelot -- no, not a new musical version, but more in the style of The Tudors and The Borgias, on Tuesdays at 9. Michael Tuesdays and Thursdays (scheduled for Wednesdays-- don't ask) is a one-hour offering about a shrink who's a writer and a teenaged patient with issues. What, being a shrink doesn't pay enough? Nicole Appleton, formerly of the band All Saints, hosts a new reality competition, Cover Me Canada, where you can a whack of money if you can outdo Bryan Adams' "Everything I Do."  It airs Sundays, following the returning Battle of the Blades. Also back are Heartland, 22 Minutes, Dragon's Den, Ron James and Rick Mercer Report. TV you can be proud of (wince).

CTV will be running the new US shows Once Upon A Time, X Factor, Man Up, Pan Am and Free Agents on its regular network and on CTV2 (formerly A-Channel.) There's no new fall Canadian series  -- you'll just have to make do with Hiccups and Dan For Mayor this summer. Sorry. It's a pity they've got enough money to re-brand A-Channel, but not enough to bring us better (and original and Canadian) stuff than US pap.

New at Global is Recipe to Riches, a kind of downsized version of Master Chef. They've bought the new US fare Prime Suspect (US), A Gifted Man. How To Be A Gentleman and will move NCIS to Mondays before House.

City-TV stations have the new multicult-oriented Quon Dynasty (no pun intended) on Sundays, as well as returning US series Fringe, Murdoch Mysteries, Rules of Engagement, a Canadian movie every Saturday, and Fox's new sci-fi adventure that's getting lots of buzz, Terra Nova on Mondays.

You probably already know that even though the Canadian government is a little stingier than before with the money (your money, that is)  it gives out to develop Canadian content, there will still be the bare maximum in prime time that's done up here.
Considering how much we pay for the many divisions of the CBC (I'll be getting into that later this year), it's not a lot we are getting back on screen for the money -- if you don't count what HBO Canada spends on tripe like Good Dog or cartoons made here (the only one worth the investment is Teletoon's hilarious Wayside.)

Unlike the US, where the only TV the taxpayer shells out for is PBS and its state-run partners, we get to cough up dough for CBC and for educational channels like TV Ontario (and if you donate to TVO, congrats, the system's getting a double-dip from you.) Still, it would be nice if the TV we watch and that our tax money pays for could be of the quality the CBC used to actually have, like Festival and This Hour Has Seven Days. I still don't like that snashed-tomato CBC logo (the original that it was based on cost $300,000 to design and millions more to implement.)

Well, that's the fall for TV. I recommend getting an MP3, or if you must, well, there's the Grey Cup in November and the seasonal specials. Only six more months till the next running of Frosty Returns.

 

 

The metamorphosis of wild white women

 

"That was no lady, that was my wife."

There's an old chestnut of a joke that has taken on an ironic significance lately. White women over the past half-century have morphed into an entity that saw them go from being the homemakers and partners in raising the kids to a self-centered, spoiled matriarchal quasi-cult that has all but seen the traditional family become nearly extinct in our world.

Today's wild white woman wants hedonistic "fulfillment" — basically, to do and say whatever she pleases no matter who or what it damages. It's been a long time coming. You can draw a line from the suffrage movement that got women the vote in 1920 to the 1970's women's libbers and their never-satisfied libidos or need for pleasure. TV and films sure did their part: from TV's screeching Maude and the we-don't need-men gals like Mary Richards and Rhoda Morgenstern of the 1970's to the recent tough-muscled killer babes like moviedom's Lara Croft to the mouthy know-it-all Golden Girls of the '80's, to virtually every female sitcom character now in prime time, guys are — well, obsolete. Men are dumb (Home Improvement, Red Green), "unhip" (Big Bang Theory) weak (Roseanne, The Mary Tyler Moore Show), lecherous and evil (Rules of Engagement); Women are wise, strong, tough, and always know best.

Matriarchy — where the woman is boss, has been a slowly-creeping feature of Western society for so long, we've grown too used to it. Despite women never knowing in history a time when they have had more power, more rights and in many areas, preferred treatment by the law, they still want more, more, more. More romance, more attention paid to them, and yeah, more good times. And if kids or the family gets hurt, so what? these banshees crow. Everyone's doing it.

One of Hollywood's most tear-inducing films is Kramer Vs. Kramer, a template picture revolving around a vicious divorce and custody battle. In that film, Dustin Hoffman is left a whipped, spineless jellyfish while his ex hits the jackpot and is free to whore around again — after she puts the father through hell for custody of their son (she ends up giving this boy to his dad). Not long after it premiered in 1979, the quickie divorce, community property and other woman-favorable laws and customs became as common place in the USA as Cheerios.

More and more we are hearing of what happens when wild white women's longings are not balanced by common sense patriarchy. Jon-Benet Ramsay was a beautiful white child pushed into porno kiddy beauty pageants (by her mom, no doubt) and ended her young life brutally murdered. The Casey Anthony trial underway is the best current reminder of the dangers of political correctness: no matter how "right" and "tolerant" we try to be, someone always pays a terrible price:
Anthony has been alternately and "appropriately" breaking down in front of the cameras, while at other times seems to be a dispassionate creature only sorry that she was caught. Wild white women and their antics only benefit globalist goals of having white men fight their wars for them, and multiculturalism and race-mixing, as white females increasingly seek non-white male partners. Women have no qualms about sending men to fight wars against the God-believing patriarchy of Islam, where Muslims who are true to their faith recognize the woman's natural role in a family, and cherish modesty as a virtue, not something old-fashioned.
Then, there's the "feminist" effect on the family: Without two parents in the home, the children, unsupervised, are prone to trouble, crime and jail. In the end, only pimps reap the benefits of wild white women. In too many cases, white mothers become angry and resentful, feeling that they are handcuffed to a baby stroller as some form of punishment.

Marriage and the family — the traditional or "nuclear" one as it's called now — is about to be become extinct. Major religions have altered their liturgy to accommodate braying females with everything from female priests to "modern-dressing" nuns to rewriting divorce laws, true to hippie/hootenanny garbage of the 60's and 70's when singing the Our Father in church (in Latin) was replaced by strumming long-haired effeminate minstrels wailing out Bob (Zimmerman) Dylan's tripe. Today, with gay marriage gaining acceptability, race-mixed couples and interracial adoption, the white family as an entity is at a crucible.

And, of course there's the racial double-standard: When white men stand up to this nonsense women's lib (father's rights are a good example,) they're berated as misogynists. White women have a different view of black "gangsta rap"; you don't see or hear any real loud lasting outrage to rap songs referring to women as "ho's" or "bitches."

White women have always played an important role as part of a healthy racially-oriented society, as mothers, homemakers and help-mates in the family. In today's crazy anything-goes world, men are toys, five-o-clock-shadow-sporting playthings to be cast off on a whim, not to be viewed as a future father and foundation of a family (the "cougar" movement of older women desperately chasing skinny, immature younger men, is a good example of that dangerous whimsy).

The white male in our culture has been reduced from the strong, masculine head of the family to sperm in a cup, his essence reduced by mad science and "progress" in the field of studying human reproduction. We face a possible future as a group of worried whites looking to set up our own home and native land they denied to others, thanks to meddling white women.

The "old days" — the last of them being The Fifties, in terms of recognition and respect of the traditional family are gone, left in memory to be made fun of for profit by the TV/movie "Jews media" (American Graffiti, Happy Days, for instance). They are promoted by feminists and the likes of Gloria Steinem as being "oppressive" and "backward" yet were the last days when Western society and enjoyed high living standards, prosperity and much lower violent crime. That's why when you remove the traditional family and replace is with things like gay marriage, immorality, sperm banks and fertility clinics, you wreck societal stability and the white race goes down the drain.

When selfishness and hedonism rule, there can be only tragedy. White nationalist men are the only ones who can, and must, speak out against this hedonism. Our white women, and their diverse appearances from all over Europe, are beautiful. But today, the white man and his relationships with the white woman are overwhelmed with women's obsession with sex and romance to the point where too many of us cannot see the forest for the trees, and that means suicide for our race.

In one sense, women already have an extremely powerful role as bearers of our future. For their part, it is time for them to celebrate their femininity by remembering and respecting (and attending to) the positive roles of women in white society and as the foundations of our white peoples' future. In other words, they should celebrate feminism by being feminine again.

White men and women must work together to maintain our racial integrity and the survival and resurgence of the white family in the world. It is the most important legacy we will leave to our children and our children's children. We can start by thinking racially, by tossing away the craving for good times and putting the white family and its future first. Let us all recommit ourselves to making that legacy so.

 

 

Radio's sleazy stars

 

Rush Limbaugh and all those other guys, I'm sure didn't dream that the steam valve they popularized as a genre on its own — talk radio — would go from a popular format on AM radio to the colossus status it enjoys today all over North America. Here in Toronto, we have our own batch of phonies who, depending on your point of view, brighten your day or anger you from early in the morning until late in the evening.

Many talkers on radio aren't much to look at, like ex-comedian Mike Bullard of CFRB, who along with his midday colleague Jim Richards, engages in what's supposed to be witty banter and comment on the events of the day, but usually descends to the level of Animal House/Howard Stern-wannabe adolescence, using words that would have gotten their station's license pulled decades ago. Bullard's claims to fame aside from doing stand-up are his two failed talk shows on the Comedy Network and Global TV, and his stint as a shill for a weight loss clinic.

AM 640's John Oakley leads the parade of gung-ho warmongers; you won't find a guy on the air who believes more that Canadians have a holy right to wipe out villages in Muslim countries (where simple, primitive God-believers want to be left in peace) and to act as partners, Igor-assistants and participants to bombings, prisoner abuses, torture, murder and other vile crimes in our name and in the name of "security." His recent lack of compassion over a blogger who died of cancer (as noted on his station's web page) underlines the "humanity" of a lot these jokers who call themselves voices of the people. He's not big on unions, either, as is his "happy capitalism"-spouting colleague Lou Schizas, heard at least twice a day on 640. Schizas, who oozed his way north to Calgary after being raised in Queen's, New York (home of Archie Bunker) before settling in Toronto, is a die-hard believer in the deadly free-trade globalist capitalism that's caused misery everywhere it's reared its ugly head.

 

Not far behind Oakley on 640 is nationally-known Charles Adler, who also fronts a weekday show on Sun News channel. This pompous arse gives you the impression that he's done TV and radio for half a century, when his highest-profile jobs were the now-gone talk show "Out of Bounds," a director of the Just For Laughs comedy festival and an adviser to car parts manufacturer Frank Stronach's Magna International. Like many shills, he's done the rubber chicken circuit at fund-raisers while piling up the dough and going to bat for "ZOG."

After the morning rush hour on 640, there's the (Mike) Stafford Show. Mikey's real qualified to pontificate on anything. His web page bio lauds him for both his "top notch" coverage of the Toronto 2003 blackout and his treasure-trove of knowledge about The Simpsons. A real Jimmy Olsen, this guy is.

John Moore, a former "drive time" guy now riding the early-morning show on CFRB loves bagels, is smarmy, full of himself and gives you the impression he is Canada's authority on all things. It doesn't explain why his Man TV show "Guy Stuff" was canned. He did, fittingly work playing bad guys in films and TV. Most disturbing are the revelations that he appeared naked on Radio Canada (French CBC) and taught pre-school.

John Tory landed on his feet after politics — his "Live Drive" on CFRB weekdays has him at his kosher-conservative best. He doesn't really have a good radio voice, but with talk radio enjoying a big resurgence, he's a name brand that 'RB's owners Astral Radio love.

These self-appointed sages and pundits are not sincere, they're not for real. they'll go along with you and "be your friend" —  until you talk about what's verboten on radio: the truth about non-white immigration, abortion, media control, etc. Then, they'll be on you like loud, braying flies on a dung heap, or just signal to the engineer or screener to chop you off the air to make their point.

And the gals on the air, usually on the weekends, have the sultry voices but the same don't-mess-with-me attitude as the guys; Arlene Bynon of 640 is the best example. Burned out after her own Global show "Bynon"  she's  trying to be the new heiress of retired afternoon yapper Carol Mott, her dialogue has all the value of an empty soda bottle.

Like actors and their TV anchors counter-parts, radio hosts serve a valuable purpose to "ZOG"; to allow many of us who are up to here to "express" our anger — but only to a point. Each has their own clique of "regulars" and followers, and for their respective owners, (the Greenberg family's Astral Media owns CFRB, while John Cassady's Corus owns 640) they are raking in the advertising dollars.

And that's the bottom line -- as long as no one complains  to advertisers or the CRTC in Ottawa  about the warmongering, hate, idiocy, crudeness, "ZOG"/pro-Left lies and distortions and generally reprehensible behavior of these squawkers, their little dog and pony shows will continue for years to come.

If you've had enough, get busy and make some noise. With any luck at least one of them will be driven off radio to a worthy punishment — maybe, hosting the next revival of Match Game.

CFRB's contact page is here at
 http://www.newstalk1010.com/contactus.aspx

AM 640's is here at
 http://www.640toronto.com/Station/ContactUs.aspx

The main page of AM 640's Corus Entertainment is here at
 http://www.corusent.com/home/Radio/tabid/1663/Default.aspx

And the CRTCs complaints page  is at
 http://www.crtc.gc.ca/eng/info_sht/g8.htm

TV Scuttlebutt

 

Bell Media, the new owners of the "A" network, will be changing its name again this fall to a new name, CTV Two. It's another way big techno-communications companies bully their way around by eliminating local aspects of smaller communities' stations. Already they have banned "ZOG's" Sun News over a money dispute. It marks the third title change for the group of stations that were purchased by Craig Media years ago before being swallowed by the former CHUM TV and later. CTV and Bell.
Fear Factor is returning with new episodes. The NBC stunt game that had people confronting their phobias for big money is being rebooted for next season. Joe Rogan has not been confirmed to continue as host  (the original FF ran from 2001-05 and is now in reruns on TVTropolis.)

 

 

"Jews media" makes white dads duds

 

Many years ago, around the end of the sixties, a nice Jewish boy named Norman Lear took an idea of a British sitcom and presented in Americanized form to CBS. The British show, "Til Death Do Us Part" centered around a crotchety bigoted old British guy named Alf Lambton. Transplanted to Queens, New York, Alf became a bigoted, insult-spewing gasbag named Archie Bunker and All in the Family became one of TV's most successful and controversial sitcoms. Its unholy Leftist-slanted and lying treatment of subjects like race, violence, rape and abortion crossed the line and made oodles of millions for its producers and CBS It rewarded them a lot more than it got them in trouble with the FCC.

Archie, as many who saw him remember, became an insidious weapon the "Jews media" could not only flaunt but recycle in many other future forms: a dull-witted blowhard who was passionate about being a patriotic American and always had a bad word to say about "pinkos," women's lib, minorities, and his "Polack" son-in-law Mike (affectionately known to him as "meathead." Archie was always proved wrong in his intolerance near the end of the story, and he became then (as now, AITF plays daily on Canada's Deja View channel) a Jew representation of the dumb, bigoted white head of the house. It's a stereotype that's been rehashed in shows like The Simpsons, Family Guy, American Dad, Married With Children, Roseanne and Home Improvement, just to name a few.

Archie did his thing on network TV starting in 1971 for eight seasons before the show morphed into "Archie Bunker's Place" for its last five seasons. By its end in 1983, Archie had softened somewhat, and had an adopted daughter to keep him company after his wife Edith died and he had bought his favorite watering hole Kelsey's — in partnership with a Jew played by Martin Balsam. Along the way, he even turned on a local Klan group who tried to recruit him (after they burned a cross on his lawn.) Both shows were hits; Today, the chair Carroll O'Connor sat in as Archie is in the Smithsonian Institute.

AITF creator-producer Norman Lear even tried a few variations on Archie (Sanford and Son, The Jeffersons) as well as launching mostly successful spinoffs from the original, including Maude, Good Times and Gloria (the latter starred Sally Struthers as Archie's daughter who now worked for a veterinarian.) It even launched an animated spoof on NBC called The Barkleys complete with a canine Archie.

But it was Archie who became the archetype bigot/bird-brained Dad: disrespected by his kids, emasculated by his mate, constantly being made a fool of, and often by himself. This is how Jews like the white man portrayed when he gets older (the young guys just are idiotic or effeminate and are usually doormats, like on Hiccups, Corner Gas, Friends.) It's an insidious and awful way to show a male role model to young kids, yet it fits the "ZOG" agenda so nicely that no one notices. And we're so busy laughing at the likes of Archie (and his contemporaries Homer Simpson, Al Bundy and virtually every white male character on prime time TV) we don't CARE that it's the "Jews media" masters who are laughing too — all the way to the bank. When was the last time you saw a black on a sitcom get laughs talking with a jive accent (and I'm not counting Amos & Andy or the sewer-mouthed rappers)?

It's time we all give serious though to how men are portrayed on TV (particularly white men) and let the producers and broadcasters know how we feel. If you want to make us laugh, fine. But don't shove or sneak your anti-patriarchal propaganda down our throats. Thanks to syndication, Archie Bunker will be playing around the world for years to come, but we don't have to accept or watch it right?

In the early 70's the Western Guard magazine Straight Talk featured the show in a cover story and outlined how white self-hate was a master stroke of those wishing to destroy the concept of race and racial identity. The photo on the cover featured star O'Connor with his black girlfriend at the time (O'Connor himself was a liberal who later starred in the TV adaptation of the vicious anti-white atrocity In the Heat of the Night). Anti-white/anti-male TV is hot on TV now and there's more on the way this fall (I'll be taking that on in an upcoming fall TV preview column. Watch for it.)

Something to think about tonight when you're perusing the TV listings.

 

 

I'm sick of the anti-white royals


Okay, have we all heard enough about them? You'd have to be living under a rock or in a cave to not know about the wedding of Jewess Kate Middleton (Goldstone) and Prince William. On April 29, at 4 a.m. our time (EDT), the couple will tie the knot in London in the midst of what is expected to be the most watched TV event in decades. This, in spite of the fact that it will take place around the time that only farmers are up and about on this side of the Atlantic. It'll be all over the dial — on the news channels, the broadcast networks (sorry kids, no Hannah Montana today) and we'll be seeing specials, along with footage over and over AND OVER again until the next war breaks out somewhere. I have heard everything, from the hats and dresses the women will wear to what'll be fed to the goldfish at the reception, and I'm sick of it all.

Canada has been an independent country since 1867. We repatriated our constitution in 1981. The once-colonized USA fought a bloody war over the British King's self-given right to be a jerk and tax them to death, and gained their independence almost a century before Canada did (only to have certain gents from East Europe get their mitts on the place.) Yet the whole world will be watching Kate & Willy tie the knot in a week. Why is Canada and so many other nations, so ga-ga over people who are just as vice-filled and self-absorbed as so many movies stars — but who are way richer and never have to worry about paparazzi catching them swinging a fist in a pub fight or getting booked over boosting some necklace? Or sneering, "WINNING!! DUH!"

England, like many nations in the West, is suffering badly: high unemployment, rampant Third World-imported crime, searing poverty and a mess financially. Yet, $30 million is expected to be spent just for security for the royal wedding. And that's not counting how much the tab will be for the clothes, the reception, everything involved in it. How many of you remember the last royal fairytale that paraded itself before the world with such pomp and grandeur. We all remember how that came to a gruesome end in a tunnel with the death of Diana Spencer, and how so many pathetic people passed emotional kidney stones for months afterwards.

In all of England's history, no one has really given the Royals a pain in the biddy-biddy-boom (if you don't count Oliver Cromwell) They've lived through history as graceful observers to the world, as schemers and as reprobates behind the scenes for as long as they've existed. Let's face it, history is full of chapters of the goings-on of British royalty past and present that range from stupidity and adolescent childishness to stories better suited to be seen in movies rated X.

In the colonies where they ruled with iron fists for centuries before getting tossed out (or in some cases, made to flee for their lives), the royals and their governors treated East Indians and blacks like bratty children or street urchins in need of a wash and some Epsom salts. They had a pretty hard time keeping their boots on the necks of the Irish and the Yanks, and if stories about concerns over Irish terrorism at the wedding are true, apparently, some of the Sons of Eire haven't forgotten or forgiven, me boy-o.

The royals live in their own bubble-world, insulated from or not caring over the turmoil outside Buckingham Palace, that splendor only every now and then to be interrupted by war, only to go back to a nice little ennui. In a matriarchy, it's not hard to find Brit-lovers/royals-lovers. At the CBC, there's only one other inexcusable sin than replacing a hockey game and that's trying to cancel or pre-empt Coronation Street. Monarchists and Brit lovers know everything from the families' members' names to those of every dog and horse owned by Queen Elizabeth II. Our money still bears her image, despite the fact that she never discovered a Canadian river, founded a Canadian city or so much as won a local chess tournament. Officially she is our "Head of State" despite having as much legislative authority as a medium Tim Horton's coffee; the closest she gets is to have a representative who hands out Order of Canada medals and to say "Yeah. whatever" when our government is defeated and an election writ is dropped.

Zionists don't mind royalty — whatever keeps the goyim's mind off them, that's cool. And it is downright hilarious to see male royal family members sporting yarmulkes every now and then (as a kid, I didn't know the significance of the skullcap when I saw Prince Phillip wear one; I asked my mom if they'd turned Catholic like the Pope and she looked at me like I'd just grown another head).

If there is any better reason why Canada should seriously consider being a republic, it is the irrelevancy and the wasteful way we adore the British royals. As perhaps the richest family in a world that is tearing itself apart, one can understand why leftists and anarchists hate them. They are symbols of selfishness, privilege and arrogance that we need to ignore or condemn.

On April 29th, go out with the family. Unplug the TV. Don't watch Kate and her mate grin arrogantly as they stroll out of church full of themselves and a grandeur they neither earned nor deserve. Just say no to the royals. There's much better things to occupy our lives than moaning and mooning over symbols and ghosts.

 

 

The Sad Legacy of Mary Tyler (Whore)

 

"You're gonna make it after all."
— "Love Is All Around" by Sonny Curtis

One can only wonder how many people thought that Mary Tyler Moore, the heroine of the show whose theme has that last line, thought her career would end with her being just an older version of fictional 1970's fem/lib icon Mary Richards.

Sadly it wasn't. Ms. Moore now is older, thinner, stricken with diabetes and a shadow of her former glamour. Her TV production company MTM, that she co-founded with husband Grant Tinker, ended up getting sold to Pat Robertson's CBN empire and later to Rupert Murdoch's Fox/Newscorp conglomerate. More importantly, her popular sitcom, now airing in Canada on Comedy Gold, needs a fresh look at how it showed and encouraged disrespect for the traditional family, dissed the elderly and promoted the dangerous feminist agenda that has become the rulebook of wild white women worldwide.

Mary Richards, in the show, was a 30-ish woman who moved to Minnesota to work in a TV newsroom after her boyfriend that she put through medical school dumped her. Her workplace was filled with "bad males": a gruff, boozy boss named Lou Grant (Jew commie Ed Asner) an ego-tripping incompetent anchor man (Ted Knight) and an effeminate, neurotic and, yes, her best bud on the job, Murray (Gavin Macleod). At home, she shared a house with a man-crazy Jewess named Rhoda (Valerie Harper, later spun off into her own series,) and a dippy mom named Phyllis who projects her "strong woman" philosophy onto her daughter Bess.

Her character was inconsistent. One minute she would challenge her boss or a colleague, the next, be reduced to sobs at the mere raising of Lou Grant's voice. She had no steady relationships; there was no real intimacy with her boyfriend of the week and she never developed any real closeness to any of them. She was always butting into others' problems even when not asked to, and her parties became the butt of jokes. A straight-laced person most of the time, she giggled at the funeral of an employee of her station and her only honest moment occurred in the last episode when a teary-eyed Marty Tyler Moore/Richards wept and gave a maudlin speech about friendship and family.

Those who came after her, the tough broads, weren't far apart from her life philosophy. On Murphy Brown, Candice Bergen's best pal was a wimpy, whiny anchor/reporter and she bristled at her younger co-worker, a former beauty queen who was a total ditz. On Roseanne, a fat, sloppy Midwestern gal who never outgrew her hippie days led her rude brood through near-poverty and ended her series with her TV family winning millions in a lottery. Charlie's Angels could coo at you one minute and shoot you dead the next.
Ellen DeGeneres was a neurotic, goofy-eyed book store owner on her series who, one day blurted out on an open microphone, "I'm gay."  Even the females on cartoons have the lib agenda down pat: Marge Simpson is on the pill, her daughter Lisa ascribes to possession-scorning Buddhism while still enjoying her Malibu Stacy doll. Francine and Hayley Smith Smith of American Dad are almost bi-polar and even Dot Matrix of the 3-D Canada-animated Reboot takes her pal Guardian Bob after he makes anatomical remarks about her in one episode.

Long after Moore's was cancelled, many tough broads took her place: Murphy Brown, Charlie's Angels, Roseanne, Ellen, Desperate Housewives and The Golden Girls, to name a few -- all featuring tough gals of all ages you didn't want to mess with and whose relationships were constantly a mess. Yet   they never ended up in a booze clinic, battered or in jail or the nut house: they always landed on their feet smiling all the way. They didn't need men; old traditions about marriage, courtship and the like, were scoffed at and derided. Kids had a free hand, wherever they appeared. They either ran amok or were dealing problems like, which boy should they lose their virginity to or marry too soon.  

There's tough, liberated broads all over the crime shows: the Law & Order  and CSI franchises, The Mentalist, The Closer, and now the new ABC drama Body of Proof.

All of these shows' success and that of those associated with them, owe it to a once-unknown dancing shill for Hotpoint Appliances and co-star of The Dick Van Dyke Show (and even there, as married mom Laura Petrie, her affection to her TV hubby and son were two degrees above Ice Queen.)

We all remember the traditional families of 50's and early 60's TV: Ozzie and Harriet, The Donna Reed Show and Leave It to Beaver had families who were wholesome, moral and didn't leave a bad taste in your mouth. Then came the "gimmick" family. Single parents raising kids (My 3 Sons, Bachelor Father, Andy Griffith) the fantasy family (Bewitched and later, Sabrina), the blended family (Brady Bunch) all the way to today's Modern Family on ABC, where on set of parents are gay who raise and adopted Asian girl, a yuppie couple and a middle-ager who marries a Latino and is a father to her son. Every fantasy of the wild white woman is in prime time past and present, and from the looks of the new fall TV schedules that will be announced in just over a month, there are more on the way. Here in Canada, the sitcoms Corner Gas, Dan For Mayor and Hiccups have the same formula of dim, loopy guys and hip, smart women.

And it all started with Mary Tyler Moore. It is the sad legacy for a woman to whom the cute image of a meowing kitten is associated with (it was MTM's logo) and while we may pity or curse her, let us keep in mind the lasting legacy of Mary Tyler Moore and the contributions she and her company's series made to the destruction of the family, alongside those of Bella Abzug, Gloria Steinem, Jane Fonda . . .
 

 

Japan: Land of the Setting Sun

 

Japan and its people have been the stuff of myth, legend and modern history. It prided itself down through history as being a proud nation with a rich past and noble-charactered people. From James Clavell's novel Shogun to the fun of driving a Toyota (hold laughter) Japan, its people, (believed history and culture) and products have been very much part of the West.

Among the stories that have been a part of Japanese legend are definitely not the cruelty that also shares Japan's heritage with its shrines, Shintoism and cherry blossoms, along with its atrocious war conduct towards captured prisoners, and its peoples' down-the-nose attitude toward the non-Japanese — and there will be debate about how much to include in history books of its newest chapter, the earthquake and tsunami that triggered its biggest biological national disaster ever that now threatens the entire world.

New developments go by with the rapidity of time as oceans, land and food grown and harvested in Japan have made it a hot zone of danger, destruction and horror. The Japanese, like so many of us, think that we can master nature as well as the atomic Frankensteins (nuclear power) that we create. Japan and the world continue to learn a cruel lesson in both. But the Japanese still seem to take a little too cool an attitude to a disaster and crisis that may affect everyone and everything on Earth in the coming weeks.

As events in the Middle East and Libya heated up, the focus of the world news media went away from Japan, as those entrusted to try to halt the nuclear Armageddon began to suffer from illness and exhaustion and the body count went up and up. The government obfuscated and tried to downplay things, nations flew in experts to help with everything from scientific expertise to safe food; even the Emperor expressed his concern. In a way, the triple-punch Japan is feeling now is a sort of just nemesis. The exotic image of Japan as a land of natural beauty and technological triumph is on its head now, replaced by concern and fear among its media-promoted stoicism and courage.

Many of the reactors that they tried to cool down and fix after there were reports of leakage and containment breaches, have now been ruled permanently unusable. Although many 'experts' insist that the radioactive particles now floating around the world pose no more danger than an X-ray, the scenes of horror I have seen (one which contained a disembodied arm on the ground) have gotten me strongly on the anti-nuke side. You would think that a nation whose people have already had the experiences of the nuking of Hiroshima and Nagasaki would know better. Instead, they turned it into more B-movie legend — Godzilla, Gammera and Rodan ("It is Robot Godzilla! We must flee!" Cue Raymond Burr).


It reminds me of the arrogant Asian Colonel Saito of the film Bridge on the River Kwai, who told his British captive, "You British have no shame." Turn that scene around today and you won't see many bowed heads in the Japanese government, its administrators or at the power company TEPCO, whose jerks orchestrated this real-life disaster movie. It is a telling sign that says volumes of the arrogance of the Japanese people. I'm still waiting for the Japanese UN ambassador to stand up at the General Assembly and apologize to all those present and future, whose lives and loved ones will be destroyed or crippled by their arrogance and incompetence. Then again, there are nations still waiting for the apologies from Japan about the brutality, executions and horror they committed on all those in their custody in wartime.

Every one of those involved in the Japan nuclear crisis should commit hara-kiri, the Japanese suicide ritual. Their attitude and pompous-ass demeanor as people, on their handling of the crisis, the lying, the back-pedaling and the attempts to downplay its casualty figures and seriousness, as people still wither and die daily, is unacceptable to the civilized. They have much to bow their heads for, and not lift them for quite a while.

And while we're at it, let's get these nuclear plants shut down in North America and elsewhere. They are a clear and present danger to us all. I don't care if it is cheaper (it's certainly not as safe as the nuclear-lovers bray about). We need to develop safer energy sources and put billions and trillions into that, the same amount of dough our nations are now using to bomb the crap out of poor Muslim nations and meddling in other nations' uprisings or just to get rid of some nasty dude or double-crosser.

Japan's flag symbolizes its rising sun. Perhaps a new one is needed -- one that displays the sun not in the centre, but sinking.
As Japan is.

So much for new century belonging to Asia.

TV SCUTTLEBUTT

 

 

Four teens, a cowardly dog and an American 'toon classic

 

As the wacky 1960s drew to a close, a group of people in the cartoon and TV industries-- William Hanna, Joe Barbera, Joe Ruby, Ken Spears and Fred Silverman -- were about to create a comedy/ quasi-suspense show that had a lot going for it. And forty-two years after its first appearance on CBS as Scooby Doo, Where Are You?, the adventures of a group of crime-busting teens and their Great Dane pet have won over new generations.

Scooby Doo has been on television all over the world, in at least eleven different forms and formats, plus made-for-TV animated movies and two feature films. The show itself has a comfortable predictability about it: The characters never age, the plots are simple as mysteries go (crooks use special effects and costumes to conceal their smuggling, theft or treasure-nabbing operations) and there's enough silly slapstick to endear kids and adults. Though the latest incarnation of the show, Scooby Doo: Mystery Inc., has a decidedly edgier, darker tone, the show hasn't strayed from the formula, with two exceptions, which I expect to be designed to grab new fans and hang on to its core audience:
The series is designed as a prequel to the 1969 original, with Mystery Inc.'s early days as amateur sleuths in a small town whose main tourist trap is the unusual. There's also a back story of a darker nature: the unsolved disappearance of an earlier Mystery Inc. band and the presence of a menacing voice (comic Lewis Black) only identified as "Mister E.," who's part helper, part foe to our heroes.

SD: MI has been successful enough in the USA that a second season is in production (the first now airs twice a week in Canada on Teletoon).

in the many years that Scooby Doo has been on TV, it remains a constant entertainer: Not politically correct, not too scary and something TV needs more of.

 

 

The pathetic American culture of schlock

 

Fame has been described as many things. If you're famous and the impossible happens to you (you don't get a swelled head) you just might survive it. Unfortunately, the antics of Mr. Carlos Irwin Estevez, better known as Charlie Sheen, give one pause. He is the latest in a long line of the famous whose behavior and penchant for weirdness and self-destruction (e.g., Mel Gibson, Tom Cruise, Nick Nolte, Gary Busey, "Five Fingers" Lindsay Lohan and Michael Richards) make us contemplate: Why do too many of us continually worship these people, why do we hold them up as the new gods, people whose behavior, egos and reckless disregard for anything and anybody would land us hard time and arrest records galore if we engaged in it? A few, like River Phoenix, don't make it out alive. Yet we give the Charlie Sheens of this world a pass.

For so many of the fanboys soused on Hollywood and the "Jews media," it's almost expected they act like frat-boys (and frat-girls) and bitches. Hey, they're STARS! They're under pressure! Fame is fleeting! Bullocks. Charlie Sheen, as I write this column, is the highest-paid comedy actor on US television. If CBS follows up on its decision to put Sheen's series Two and A Half Men on hiatus by cancelling it by May, ol' Charlie's still going to die a rich man. Long before TAAHM, Sheen entertained us at the movies in such flicks as Hot Shots, Platoon and Wall Street. the salaries of which I'm sure helped finance his rocket ship ride on his own private shuttle that went blooey.

Sheen was once a big hit star. He was handsome, popular and wanted by every studio in Hollywood. Then, something happened. He started to have a penchant for the ladies and various controlled substances and partying. It certainly didn't help his career, and one can only think of how it affected those of whom he worked with and those of his family. particularly, dad Martin Sheen and brother Emilio Estevez. His brushes with the law and any "punishments" he received didn't straighten him out. The latest tragedy of course, is the removal of his sons from his custody. But instead of eating a big helping a humble pie, Chuckie ended up everywhere from the tabloid shows to Internet stories to — well, suffice it to say he ended up being seen in more places than McDonald's — and insisting that he was a winner, he had a handle on his problem, and in effect, the entire world can go to hell. Except the fans, of course, who earned him all that money by tuning in every Monday night on CBS and in syndication all over the dial. As for Charlie, his arrogance is that of so many who are admired in the movies, on TV and in the music industry. They think they're something, and if you don't think so too, well then there's maybe something wrong with you. Charlie's just more open about it. That's not a warm smile of appreciation — it's a smirk that says, thanks, worship me more, sucker.

As I said, Sheen isn't the only star who supernova'ed and blew up. Geez, an entire slew of shows (Celebrity Justice, TMZ, Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew) are forming their own genre. Just be famous and be more obnoxious and worse than anyone on Jackass, and hey, you're a superstar. No such thing as bad publicity.

Yet, Sheen is just one part of the American cultural schlock that passes for entertainment. After all, where else but in America was born the idea of making news shows into entertainment? And vice versa? Where else do comedy shows pay so much attention to the backside and its various functions? Cheap laughs these days are better than trying to create intelligent humor. I could do a column each on the comics, minstrels, bimbos and other assorted media "gods" held up and adored as "geniuses." At least all of them haven't made total train wrecks of their lives the way Charlie Sheen has. Time was, Catskills comedians could get a laugh of a funny story about marriage. Today we go nuts over guys slamming into trees on YouTube, or almost killing themselves trying to win cash on Funniest Videos. It's a sad state of devolution we have all sunk to. No wonder people who aren't from North America either laugh at us or secretly and openly detest us.

This generation of Hollywood pinheads and their meltdown antics in many ways make the shenanigans of Ozzy Osbourne and Alice Cooper looks like bonus rounds on a Japanese game show. As actors, they can fake their way through rehab (too bad there's no awards show yet featuring Best Performance By A Pill-Popping Lecher). It would be funny if it weren't almost as pathetic as the enablers who keep these brain-dead boneheads going and the goofs who keep them popular.

And it's finally time that, instead of tolerating them or bemoaning how they're such awful role models, we all started getting more serious about life and maybe spending more time with the latest news on Al Jazeera or at the library, helping our kids with that history project. Hopefully one day, all the above-named children of Brattywood will be as famous as Elwood P. Winslow.

Who is Elwood P. Winslow?

My point exactly. Get some help. Charlie.

 

 

Tarnished Golden Girls

 

Long before she became a media hit, Betty White was part of a cast of very popular NBC sitcom now in syndication, The Golden Girls. She played one of three women in their middle years who shared a house in Miami, Florida with an elderly woman, who was the mother of one of them.

The difference here, as that though they were women, they weren't exactly ladies. They fought over men and pursued them sexually. Led by Dorothy Zbornak (Jewess Bea Arthur,) they were leftist. liberal, into race-mixing and fighting for illegal immigrants. Most of the men they knew and were married to were portrayed as lechers and idiots. The eldest, Sofia (played by Jewess Estelle Getty) even befriended an elderly black man until it was revealed that he suffered from Alzheimer's. From the time of its creation by Susan Harris, Golden Girls was like a weekly commie indoctrination school for people in their middle and later years.

Sadly, the public ate it up. Its three leads, Arthur, Betty White and Rue McClanahan, all had previous TV hits (Arthur and McClanahan starred in another women's lib hit "Maude" and White was the slutty Sue Ann Nivens of "The Mary Tyler Moore Show"). It was almost a natural they would come together.

One particular episode found Sofia, the shrill Italian woman given to insulting "Fantasy recall" angry over learning her deceased son-in-law was a cross dresser, and refusing to accept him — until the episode's end. The other "golden girls" all have relationship troubles: Dorothy is at odds with her son over his life choices, southern belle stereotype Blanche Deveraux McClanahan)  is estranged from her daughter and Rose Nyland (White), an otherwise kind/ditzy lady who works as a grief counselor and hailing from the fictional St. Olaf. Minnesota, even refused to help a sister who had just lost her sight.

There is a mean spirit to Golden Girls, for all its tone about "liberated ladies of certain age." The series finale was totally insane: After a whirlwind courtship with a lawyer (the late Leslie Nielsen), Dorothy marries him, spurning a last-ditch attempt of her divorced hubby Stan to reconcile. They pretty much do what they want, including putting down the local Miami "snot noses," one of whom gets an earful from Dorothy when she refuses to let Sofia's date, an elderly Jewish man,  tag along at a fancy restaurant.

The show launched two spinoffs, Golden Palace (the remaining Golden Girls end up running a hotel and Empty Nest. about their neighbor, a veterinarian whose daughters still seek his advice. Only the latter show became a hit.

Only Betty White remains alive; the other Golden Girls passed away, and White now stars as a foul-mouthed boozy Northern European gal named Elka in the new hit comedy Hot In Cleveland, a basic next-generation version of GG, now on TV Land and Canada's Comedy Network. It certainly not the wholesome Betty White who used to host the Rose Parade and married Allen Ludden, first host of Password.

Wild white women can thank shows like Golden Girls for acting like flighty, mouthy idiots. It's going to be a while when feminine women get to star in comedies.

I hope it won't be too long a wait.

 

 

TV's Nasty Messages to Kids

 

Youth. They're everywhere on TV and the movies and films. Young teenagers (even younger) in dramas, sitcoms, cartoons, even those god-awful "reality" shows. Yet, for quite awhile, the "Jews media" masters at the networks (especially those in charge of webs like The CW, YTV, MTV, MuchMusic and even TLC) have been pushing the envelope in terms of sexifying [sic] young kids and exposing them — and the world at large to inappropriate scenes, language, plot devices and characters that paint a disturbing picture of promoting porn and adolescent sexual situations that explain in part why violent sexual crime committed by and against young people, is on the rise.

In the 60's those in charge of the "Jews media" had to be very careful (on I Love Lucy in the 50's, despite the fact that Lucille Ball was carrying hubby Desi Arnaz's child, no one was allowed to use the word "pregnant." Married couples (even the Flintstones) had to sleep in separate beds. Little by little, sex on TV, (especially shows aimed at young people) had to be carefully inserted, with "bold" concepts (e.g., gay sex, marriage) introduced now and then. The Fox Network led the way with its soaps Melrose Place and the first 90210, with raunchiness that could have had their license pulled had they done it in the '70's instead of the late '80's and early '90's. Fox also introduced the kind of ribald cartoons that showed bare backsides, made sport of religious belief and glorified sleaze. And let's not forget its raunchy dating shows like Temptation island and Mr. Personality.

But Fox wasn't the only culprit; ABC, once home to family-oriented shows like Ozzie and Harriet did its part, and being taken over by a company with the image of Walt Disney Company didn't matter: Only a few years after Warner Brothers produced the hit film Beetlejuice, all about a dirty-old-man ghost who tries to have his way with a young mortal girl. that company's TV division, along with David Geffen Productions and Canada's Nelvana Animation (now owned by Corus Entertainment) produced an animated adaptation that aired for years on ABC and the Fox Kids Network. Though the sexual content was toned down a bit, ("Any saloons in this western? Not in this timeslot" went the dialogue in one story) the primary hook of the show was Goth girl Lydia Dietz' disturbing friendship with a poltergeist with magical powers and who had no rules.

One of America's still-creepy unsolved crimes is the death of Jon Benet Ramsey, the little girl who was being pushed to participate in kiddie "beauty pageants"— and who died a horrible death at the hands of a person(s) unknown. You'd think that these so-called beauty contests would've been knocked off the social scene altogether. Forget it, now we have "Toddlers and Tiaras," an obscenity we can thank the folks at TLC for, the same people who brought us "John and Kate Plus 8."

Watch almost any cartoon and you'll see kiddie sex or teen sex promoted. The newest version of 70's favorite Scooby-Doo. titled Mystery Inc. (Teletoon Canada) has our formerly-wholesome heroes Fred and Daphne about to go at it like muskrats with the kind of sexual tension you see on any teen-skewed soap/reality show, while brainiac Velma gets to chase and physically abuse chow-hound Shaggy. The new show is way darker and edgier than the lighter, relatively safer previous ten or so versions that have been around since 1969. And it's a big hit on both sides of the Canada/US border.

In this space I've repeatedly covered the sex/youth aspects of The Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad (Fox/Global). Most are out there, in-your-face, disrespectful, lewd (and oh yeah, multicult-promoting) examples of politically-correct leftist propaganda that teaches one minute to love everything and the next minute, that it's okay for kids to bare their private parts and that child molesters are funny (A recent American Dad showcased a child predator who was targeting Steve and his pals). Fox's newest addition, Bob's Burgers, has the 'tween daughter of diner-owner Bob having a crush on an older, adult Latin American martial arts instructor. And what do producers like those on The Simpsons think of those who monitor the media for indecency and crudeness. Their response is episodes like "You Kent Always Get What You Want" where Christian Ned Flanders goes after a local newscaster after an injury causes him to swear live on the air.

And let's remember the horror-is-cool crowd — shows like Buffy, Angel, True Blood and Vampire Diaries and endless reruns of The Addams Family, live-action, animated and the two theatrical films

Despite the fact that many of these shows are supposed to be regulated by federal outfits like America's FCC and Canada' s CRTC (not to mention "self-regulators") like the National Association of Broadcasters and the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council, governments take a hands-off approach to TV content. About the only avenue open to parents who want this trash off the air are to target sponsors, many of whom are large corporations like Kellogg's, Mattel Toys, even the movie companies corporately connected with the shows such as Viacom (Nickelodeon) and Disney (ABC, ABC Family Channel and the Disney networks.)

As usual, the prime responsibility is with you, the parent. Talk to your kids and watch what they watch and remember, there are regulatory bodies (see above) there to make sure that TV is supposed to be safe to watch for everyone. And watch along with them. Don't have the time?

Make the time. And remember who's in charge of the TV.
 

 

Fall 2011; Rated X (Factor)

 

Hard to believe, but in just four months, the five US broadcast network will announce their schedules to advertisers in the "upfronts" and are now deciding among a hundred or so pilots (per network) which new series will get slots on prime time next fall.

There are a few that have already made the grade or who stand a chance of showing up in September or even by next Christmas.


The biggest buzz so far is from The X-Factor, which Fox is hoping will step into the breach when American idol runs out of gas. like Idol is a singing competition, and Simon Cowell will be among the judges.


Unlike Idol: It will have a whopping $5-million contract with Cowell's Syco Record label as a grand prize, it will not be confined to solo singers, and Simon is the executive producer, as he is with the British hit version of the show.

Last fall, CBS got lucky with its reboot of Hawaii Five-O. Revivals of hit shows can be a hit or miss deal (witness Fox's attempts to revive Get Smart.) Now the next redo will be Charlie's Angels. All that's sure at this point is that Robert Wagner will take over from John Forsythe as the unseen voice of Charlie. Five-O was a hit by staying just true enough to the 70's original and balancing it with politically correct casting and guys that the gals drool over.

Over at ABC, there's a new one called "Pan Am," an ensemble piece about stewardesses, and "Poe," a period drama, a long with a woman in a small town whose life is guided by fairy tales, called "Once Upon a Time."

NBC is banking on a Fringe type show called "17th Precinct" and a Western called "Reconstruction." Guys take it on the chin in new proposed comedies "Man Up" and "My Life as an Experiment."

At CW, expect more butch gals in soaps and action shows like Nikita.

None of these pilots are sure bets, but some may show up in May. And none is a sure bet for success. Watch the papers near the end of May to find out who made the cut. Oh yeah, CBC's doing a new version of "Camelot" too.

Now we just have the rest of winter to get through. We'll go through more pilots as details become available.
 

 

My 2010 Top Tens
This year's coming to a close has me very happy about certain things, and disappointed about others in the news, the entertainment world and elsewhere. So without further ado, here's my top tens of:

Things That Disappointed Me

1. The Chicken Run: All that bluster from North Korea about "catastrophic" results over the "provocative" US/South Korean war exercises. North Korea is nuclear now (so they say) but so far, Kim's People's Paradise has been all clutch and no throttle since that South Korean "anger" over their boat-sinking. Maybe they need to see some car drag-racing movies. And America, just butt out and let the kids settle this one, okay?

2. More Reality TV: Geez, hasn't this genre burned itself out yet? Each year I pray for the death of American Idol, and now it heads into a new cycle with J-Lo and Steve Perry as judges. Burned-out stars judging the deluded — that's not entertainment anymore.

3. Rob Ford. Yeesh, he's barely started as mayor and already shaping up to be worse for Toronto than Lastman, Babs Hall and Miller combined. Maybe I'll start a pool to bet on when his first embarrassment of Toronto internationally will take place.

4. The election of Julian Fantino as an MP. This guy during his reign as OPP Commissioner sat on his hands as First Nationers took over and held Caledonia, Ontario hostage, to this day. Now he's in Ottawa, and knowing our government, Julie may end up as our next Aboriginal Affairs minister.

5. Don Cherry. This annoying guy's face is getting in more places than Betty White's. Can someone give him a show on CBC North Radio or a bad sitcom that will get cancelled soon, so we can re-wire his jacket to get cable TV?

6. The Madoff Scandal. Here has to be the most arrogant Jew in the USA, cooling his heels in the clink while those he hurt try to carry on. Hey, let's have him do some road trash pickup or community service; you know, get him out in that nice fresh air and exercising. It's less than he deserves, but better than him resting in a cell.

7. Million Dollar Money Drop: Fox's new rip off of Deal or No Deal may be back in the spring. It's one of the real disappointments of the game show genre, faked or not faked.

8. Quebec: Mon amis. make up your minds. It's bad enough we have to explain to foreigners why we have a Bloc Quebecois party in Ottawa formed supposedly to break up the nation, but you take longer to say goodbye than Columbo. If you love somebody, set yourselves free and stop the "nationalist" poop de bull.

9. Piers Morgan. Who thought this guy would be suitable to replace Larry King?
With CNN still getting creamed by Fox News, a guy whose only TV cred consists of
reality TV judge just doesn't cut it. You guys can't afford David Frost?

10. The Toronto radio pinheads. The likes of Charlie Adler, Jim Stafford, Jerry Agar and all those all pompous warmongering blood-lusters have it wrong on everything they claim to be experts on. Worse, they get paid for spouting their verbal methane five days a week.

Have a safe and Happy New Year!

 

 

Commercials: The Steak and the Perverted Sizzle
There's an old saw in the advertising world: Sell the sizzle, not the steak. In layman's language, that means you entice the customer by showing your product's practical/sexy/titillating qualities, then show him the label. It's been true in TV, too. How many times have you seen women in glamorous, revealing and/or scanty attire flog everything from cars to fridges to wine over the past while?

You can sell anything with sex. It's one of three ways to flog a product, the others being humor or loudness. But putting young, good-looking with-it people or rockers in a commercial and you've got a winner on your hands, especially if they are half-dressed and showing just enough to get past a censor.

Lately, though, commercials have been getting kind of creepy, many of them taking on an erotic/homoerotic and disturbing tone. It's bad enough we have ads that went from the kind of tasteful feminine product slogan "I don't really feel fresh" to actually showing you some of the real things (feminine pads, pregnancy tests, diabetes meters, etc) that most decent people would rather not see anywhere except a doctor's office.

Time was, you couldn't even show real booze on Canadian TV commercials — just the plain label, with no "beer sweat" on it. Those days are gone (though you still don't see anyone actually sipping the stuff). But commercials are getting a little too much over the line.
Some examples:

Charmin bathroom tissue, as part of its animated bear family ads, has Junior Bear conga-dancing around the house, shaking his bear bottom at dad which has a few flakes of tissue on it. Natch, dad thinks it's cute before [he] tells us all why Charmin doesn't leave sticky flakes on you. Eww. I don't CARE if it's a cartoon bear! It's disgusting!

The ad for the new M&M's Pretzels snack features a talking M&M piece saying, "There is NO WAY you're going to get him in there!" in a loud, panicky voice. His deep-throated pretzel says, "Look, I don't like this either." Guy-on-guy candy action (?)

Let's not forget the Reitman's ads over the past few years, with those FAB-U-lous gay dudes being oh, so chi-chi with their comments; even Wal-Mart and SteinMart in the USA don't gay up their ads aimed at ladies.

There are kids in ads you can see with their toilet-trainer diapers around their ankles as they're sitting on the can. In some ads, the camera follows the diaper as the kid pulls them up around his belly. ECCH! What pervert wants to see the last part of a B.M., especially that of a child?

And there are the ads that use lame humor to get away from the serious point that you shouldn't drive while high (I speak of the famous Mothers Against Drunk Driving Ad with the talking "Pirate" cigarette papers.)

There is another M.A.D.D. running in which a little girl lies down on the ground as a blanket lowers itself to cover her from head to toe (She is the dead victim of a drunk driver) while a creepy haunting song is sung ("I've got a lot of friends"). Sure it makes a point, but it's frightening to see this image and a child used in it. It's ghoulish. And if you're a producer of a grisly movies like Halloween, Saw or Jason of Friday the 13th, just show enough violence and they'll com a-runnin' to the Cineplex or to the video store for the DVD. it's not personal, it's just business.

And there is, finally, ads run for adult products like booze that are run all over TV at all hours, even during children's programming ("Hey mom, can I have as beer?").

It's interesting that once, even the Flintstones were used to sell cigarettes (cigarette ads have been banned now pretty well everywhere) but you can get away with almost anything near-explicit now. And it's too much.


It's bad enough for us who don't have DVRs or Tivos to zip past four minutes of ads every 15 minutes without seeing the crude, the over-sexed or just plain unsightly
(like the 'before' people in the weight-loss plan scam ads).

See anything you don't like on commercials? Well, beef about it — to the station/network that airs them, to the sponsors, to the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council, the CRTC/FCC and your provincial/state departments of commerce. Trying to sell you something is one thing; it's another to flog degeneracy and offensive images.

We really need a cleanup campaign for the airwaves — including commercials, and we need it now.

 

 

The Bad Shepherds
Don't know if you've noticed, but the late-night TV landscape is getting pretty crowded lately. Time was, only one late-night guy prevailed in TV's infancy: There was Jack Paar and Steve Allen, then Johnny Carson.


Later, with varying degrees of success came David Letterman, Joey Bishop, Merv Griffin, Pat Sajak, Chevy Chase, Joan Rivers, Arsenio Hall and starting Monday, there will be Jay Leno, Letterman, Jimmy Kimmel, plus Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart and George Lopez — and the return of Conan O'Brien on TBS and CTV (there's also a new local show called Being Frank on Hamilton's CHCH, making two up here, counting George Strombolopolous on CBC.)

The format of all the talk shows hardly ever varies: one host, a monologue, the desk and sofa, and the flavor of the week star flogging their new movie/TV show / book/whatever. The only variance comes with the skits and performances of music bands or comics.
Only PBS has straight yakking on broadcast TV with its hosts Charlie Rose and Tavis Smiley, and that is all straight B.S. disguised as intellectual discussion.

But it's the guys on NBC, CBS, et al, who really are the darlings of the young and hip. Now that Conan has moved to cable TV his material will no doubt be edgier, one thing he will still share with his competition:
To laugh — at you. Since the US Supreme Court ruled in its final decision after the quiz show scandals that TV was all entertainment, anything goes. So, you get Jay Leno, a car fanatic who would have remained an opener for someone at The Improv had it not been for his famous chin. Letterman had a promising career as a game show fixture (he even hosted a game pilot that was rejected) before NBC made him an offer to follow Carson. Arsenio Hall did a voice on the cartoon version of Ghostbusters before Paramount made him a cult hit. Sajak? His CBS stint as a yak host showed why you don't see game show hosts considered as talk show hosts anymore. Hits or failures, they're all shepherds playing their hip music for us sheep with their hilarious sum-ups of the idiocy of politicians and celebrity train wrecks — and written most of the time by others. Ironic in Conan's case: he began as a comedy writer and and editor of the Harvard Lampoon and was a writer/producer on The Simpsons (and they picked Chevy Chase for their 90's talk show disaster?). Like the jerks on Dancing With The Stars, they keep us distracted from thinking about serious things we need to tackle.

In the early days of TV, people loved the "intellectuals" like Jack Paar and David Susskind and the goofy guys like Steve Allen. Today, they want a guy who would fit in on "Jackass" or who can belt out the latest rap hit. In TV, the rule is the same as in films: You won't go broke appealing to the lowest common denominator. But like soaps, the talk show is getting stale at all hours of the day and night, even the who's-your-daddy antics of Maury Povich and the chair tossers on Jerry Springer. I personally am getting really tired of the bellicose crank Regis Philbin at 9 am. And Ellen DeGeneres' dancing. And the desperation of the gals on ABC's The View (CBS just debuted their clone, The Talk, which boasts as its hosts Big Brother's Julie Chen, Sara Gilbert, Holly Robinson Peete and Leah Remini — all washed-up series actresses. )

So don't be fooled, though something you see on late-night might crack you up, it'll be the guy on the other side of your TV screen who will be laughing all the way to the bank.
 

 

Tempest In A Chalice
 

 

Catholicism today, to me, doesn't resemble anything like the Catholicism that I grew up with, having been educated by the elementary schools of St. Brigid's, Corpus Christi and, back when I lived near Variety Village, Immaculate Heart of Mary School in Scarborough. I was never picked or asked to be an altar boy (I guess I was too homely), but there was still a magic in what I experienced attending church, taking the sacraments and learning of Christ and His life on Earth. It was a deep, tradition-laden, mysterious and slightly ominous faith that spoke God's praises in Latin, yet filled with hope and reverence for Our Lord.

Today there are two sources in which young people baptized Catholic learn of their faith: in church and Sunday school, and through the elementary schools supervised by the Toronto Catholic District School Board, and whoa, are things in a bit of a mess there, sort of like modern Catholicism today (wince). Although I may not practice my faith as diligently as many Catholics do, I still try to observe its spirit and I bristle like an angry cat when I see government messing around in it and when I see anyone try to "update" it by replacing the Latin service's text with English or trying to make it "accessible" to everybody. The reason it is a faith is because of its distinctive, particular rules and liturgy and doctrine.

Many "Catholics" find it important to today to challenge the Pope and the Vatican on matters as left-agenda-ish as women priests, abortion on demand and, of course "peace." On that last one, we expect spiritual leaders like Pope Benedict to condemn war, but the Holy Father isn't the sort of man to go to the wall to back it up further — like, say, why doesn't he just issue a holy command (just like in Islam) ordering Catholics to refrain from participating in war or combat? I'd say it's high time he did, given how much in the past the church has gone after Muslim lands to occupy and convert or wipe out those who refuse to accept Christ; this practice is especially obvious if you study colonial history (more on this later).

On the matter of school budgets and the Ontario Educational Ministry's Kathleen Wynne sticking her schnozzola in to nickel-and-dime the Catholic Board and its' books, well, geez. It's a sad joke and a farce for Dalton McGoofy's Liberals to be worried about that Board's problems when there's a big, steaming, reeking load o' poop (a.k.a. the public school system and boards) that years of neglect and mismanagement of Ontario's educational system have created — violence in schools, zero educational standards thanks to incompetent and militant commie teachers who promote their damned leftist agendas in the curriculum and just love to threaten and take labor action if they don't get their spoiled way, diversity propaganda, deteriorating school buildings and property, no services, no pool access, to name a few of the short-comings of this province's school system. Yet the public system remains virtually untouchable, with the closest anyone getting to accountability taking place when trustees are elected each municipal election.

Oh, these teachers really burn my biscuits with their "anti-war" crap that stops and does a one-eighty to support our troops half a world away shootin' and bombin' to enforce high hemlines, Starbucks joints and women's lib in Muslim lands. How the teachers whine about how tough they've got it while their super-rich brats are living la vida loca on their folks' salary. Yet Kat Wynne can't find anything better to do with herself than playing Columbo to check out an alleged misspent $100,000 by the Catholic Board. As Jerry Lewis would say, HEY NICE LAAADYY! How about those $150,000-plus-each shells our "brave boys": are lobbing at innocents in Afghanistan, "fighting chaos" as those bullshitting Canadian Forces TV recruitment commercials are telling us they do? Why aren't you on your feet in the provincial legislature condemning this USA/internationalist-directed mass murder campaign (now that's a Crusade, lady...think about it)? This kafuffle is all a tempest in a chalice at a time when there are a lot more worthy seedy goings-on that need looking into by all three levels of government.

It's time for people to chill out, butt out and for Queen's Park to stay out of religion, and maybe, for the Catholic establishment both inside and outside its educational boards to get its act together vis-ΰ-vis "modernizing" the faith to the point where it's too liberal/feminist/Marxist and barely recognizable, and to try to preserve what little tradition still is practiced in the Catholic Church with an eye to restoring the rest of its traditions.

Keep the faith, baby...or in more traditional terms, dominus vobiscum, et cum spirit tu tuo (The Lord be with you, and with your spirit).

 

 

"Fair and Balanced"? — That's News To Me!
 

 

You would think in a continent with nine major broadcast networks (six in the USA and three here), hundreds of local stations, not to mention specialty news channels like CNN, Fox News Channel (America' s Election Headquarters!), CTV Newsnet, Newsworld, regional channels like Toronto's Pulse24 and even BBC World, at least one channel could be a reliable source of open, varied, uncensored and wide-ranging coverage of news and unbiased analysis.

Sad to say, that's not the case. Do some channel-surfing sometime. Whether it's the nightly half-hour starring Katie Couric (CBS), Brian Williams (NBC), Lloyd Robertson (CTV) or Kevin Newman (Global), or your local news with the "happy news" team with guys with blow-dried coiffures and women who all seem to have the same hairstyle and wear the same style of suit, news isn't just insufficient; it's downright bland and censored.

America is by far the worst, especially on weekends when they have those Sunday analysis/panel shows like Wolf Blitzer's Early Edition on CNN or that slob George Stephanopolous on ABC's This Week or that twerp Chris Matthews with his own syndicated weekly show, Up here, it's Mike Duffy on CTV Newsnet, who gives new meaning to the phrase "Big man in Ottawa"; I hear his gut is so big it has its own MP. Then there's that talking-head mortician Don Newman on Newsworld's Monday to Friday yawnfest Politics. This guy even had the nerve to use more than once on the air the slogan uttered by Fox's resident ranter Bill O'Reilly, "The spin stops here". The guests on the panels are a non-stop parade of military "bomb-'em-all" jarheads, kosher conservative bigots, feminists, Leftist wing-nuts and mean addle-brains, and all presided over by jerks who can't seem to somehow ask revealing or tough questions.

And as for the stories, well in this crucial US election year, don't get me started: If it's not making early projections on primaries literally seconds after the polls close, it's sanitized "in-depth" coverage of natural disasters, the latest US/Israeli torture and war attacks, bombings, and interviews so polite and bland and bereft of hard-hitting questions, you'd think you were watching Russian state TV.

The "slick-news" format has been en vogue for quite a while now. Back in 1969, CBC ran a two-night news show every Sunday at 10 and right after the hockey game called CBC Weekend. With its jazz music theme, and Star Trek-like set with a podium that slid out from a set wall, the whole show looked more like Wheel of Fortune than a news show. It was quite a change from the shows like This Hour Has 7 Days, with it's bear-pit in which guests were grilled to perfection over issues ranging from unsafe cars to scandals to Vietnam. Just look for that today on TV, and the closest you get is Mister "Just-What-The-Hell-Are-You-Doing" Lou Dobbs of CNN. Then, there is Jack Cafferty, the old curmudgeon on CNN's Situation Room, who alternately amuses and infuriates me with his shirt-sleeved cantankerous look at the world.

And I'm not lettin' the Canadian radio yakkers off the hook. Yes, I'm talking about John Moore, Mike Stafford. Michael Coren and Stephen LeDrew and all you other raspers on AM 640 and Newstalk 1010 and that awful same-five-stories all day on 680 News. The arrogance of these hosts is incredible: I have yet to fathom what it is about siting in front of a microphone, wearing earphones, with your director/engineer on the other side of the booth and suddenly thinking you are the ultimate authority on everything. And when Joe Average calls in to put in his two cents' worth, he's running an electronic gauntlet from the station's receptionist to the show's producer, nowadays always on the lookout for "suspicious" comments in the little pre-interview you're subjected to as a premise for cutting you off; to reaching Mr. High-and-Mighty Man of the People (or in rare cases, woman of the people) who will "debate," toy and bait you until you're ready to hammer home your point. Then with the unseen flick of a finger in the studio and the magic of the few-second-delay, can stop you cold. Great democracy, radio. Oh yeah, unless you're really determined, forget about the "R" word (race) or the "J" or "Z" word (Jews and Zionists) when making your point. In any case, these arrogant "yobs" at the mike will try to roast you and verbally berate you, yell and try to overpower you with just decibels, all so confident and full of themselves.

Up here, there are places to write to you if you've been shafted over the airwaves. Contact the station, both by e-mail and by Canada Post and write to the station manager or the program director. Even write to the parent company. When they try to censor you or are outrightly arrogant, rude or abusive, don't let them get away with it.

Go get 'em!

 

 

Warehousing The Poor
 

 

It is said that a society is judged on how it treats the worst-off of its members. In modern society, it is bad enough that so many live in poverty and miserable conditions (graffiti, bullet-pocked walls, urine and feces-stench filled hallways, but our city has excelled at forcing this on people through the abomination known as government-run public housing.

It's a lot cheaper (in theory) and less bother for a government to shut people away and squeeze them in like sardines in cheaply-made, poorly and not-all-regulated high-rises and other forms of public housing decade after decade. Still, despite the filthy conditions and the war-zone atmosphere of what have become Canada's "Projects," there are so many defenders of this shameful way to house human beings. The Toronto Sun recently published an article on this issue, and it gave an appalling history of how badly and tragically public housing doesn't work. In addition to profiling people both committing — and scarred by — criminal violence, the article outlined how what was former farmland — 91 acres of it purchased as part of a federal/provincial government partnership and dubbed the "Jane Street site" after being set aside for public housing. Five hundred units of housing were authorized for construction. Problem was, from 1961-1971, the area's population of immigrants would swell from 1,300 people to 33,000: an increase of more than 24,000%. With the creation of the Ontario Housing Corporation, an already-bad situation was to evolve into what the Sun called "an urban planning fiasco." The pro-immigration/multiculturalism Liberals who brought so many of the inhabitants here and shoved them into these hell-holes, filled with starry-eyed stupidity that today is manifested in the belief all through North America that every young black man is a potential Barack Obama: now if they can just get that 400-year old chip off their shoulder known as "slavery"...

Today, these remain, reminders of the horrendous row-housing now existing in major English urban centers. And those who live there and near these areas can attest to how miserable life is. Locally, areas like Jane/Finch have become infamous in the news, in documentaries and in books like Cries From The Corridor for being hotbeds of gangs, drugs, guns and casual murder. Yet, we need to remember that the crime so often associated with these buildings comes from and is committed by the souls of those who live in them, not the existence of the structures themselves. Until attitudes change, nothing else will. Besides, we allowed government to put them there and we allowed government to over-fill them with people. So the solutions must come from all of us...including those who have to live in these areas (teaching values to kids, rebuilding the structure of family life and being watchdogs for trouble when it arises). Remember, criminals hit nice places, too (just watch the local news in large American cities; it isn't just in ghettos that criminals strike.

The government needs to get out of the public housing business totally, and to just assist people find affordable accommodations; they should maintain a list of rooming houses and see to it that they are clean, safe and properly maintained and subject to inspection.

This is an opportunity for government to make a difference by withdrawing all involvement with public housing (except of course to make sure it is inspected, clean and safe to live in and enforcing standards toward those goals). And for those who are still coming to Canada to live from other lands, I have one piece of advice: Please leave your anger at our nation's doors. Quit blaming cops and authority for your own misfortune or reacting to poverty by treating it as a license to victimize others.

With any luck, the candidacy of Barack Obama for U.S. President will uplift their spirits. After all, if you are more successful, you'll be more responsible, more moral, and just plain better as human beings.

Bottom line: Stop warehousing the poor. Make living conditions tolerable in Toronto (and for that matter, everywhere else in Canada).

 

 

Cartoons Corrupting Kids

 

 

Cartoons were once a realm of comedy and fantasy, suitable for all ages.

We all remember if not having seen Bugs Bunny, Yogi Bear, Underdog, and so many of the harmless stuff of our youth, Then, cartoons became a staple of beyond Saturday morning, moving to prime time and all hours of the day getting more into mindless violence, and kept it up until the FCC in the United States stepped in and told animators to clean up their act.

Fast forward to 2008, where we have now been exposed to South Park, Beavis and Butthead, Pokemon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Xs, and a virtually non-stop parade of cleverly-disguised messages promoting not just mindless violence, but
homosexuality, pedophilia, bad messages an leftist-humanistic role models for kids everywhere.

Bill Cosby can be chosen as a pioneer of this politically-correct toon. His 30-year-old Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, which originally aired on CBS and now is in reruns on the Teletoon Retro channel, mixed positive messages for kids like don't steal and don't joyride, with messages of anti-racism, tolerance, women's lib garbage, and others, all wrapped up with cheesy rock songs and an animated feature called The Brown Hornet.

For decades, virtually every animation studio in North America — Disney, Nelvana, Nickelodeon, and Cartoon Network to name a few — have put out at least one politically-correct series for kids most are incredibly sophisticated in animation, in plots and dialogue. But look carefully: the kids in most of them are disrespectful or sharper than the square/doddering/crazy older generation, and the messages and images of family life aren't as wholesome as Davey and Goliath by a long shot:

Starting with Disney, there is The Weekenders, focusing on a pack of multiracial kids: a Jewish clever girl, a hip, all-knowing Black kid (the only one of them with a normal two-parent family , and two misfit Whites a boy with a dating single mom and a tomboyish blond girl who's always up to something. Next up is the five-year old favorite Kim Possible, a teen spy with a clueless dad who is supposed to be scientist and a freckle-faced Jewish partner. A black kid named Wade is her Internet computer buddy who helps her defeat the mostly-white villains like Seρor Senior and Duff McKilligan.

Now we come to Japanese anime, with its grotesque portrayal of how humans look, with misshapen facial expressions, heart-shaped mouths and (For girls) street-level shots up their legs). The plot of these is usually all fantasy, good monsters battling bad monsters (Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokemon) or Harry Potter sorcery/magic fantasy (Sailor Moon) or some other sort o nonsense (on these shows, there is an absence of parents as well, and the surreal character-design style is being carried over to shows produced in the US like Teen Titans, Jackie Chan Adventures and Jake Long, American Dragon. This last one stars an Asian kid whose entire family including himself, can transform into dragons to save fairy creatures and humans from evil. Like most TV animation teens, his buds look like a UN club.

There are two kinds of families in new cartoons: Single or no parent, and nuclear/dysfunctional. Shows like The Xs, Family Guy, King of the Hill and of course, The Simpsons represent the latter. On Family Guy, the prerequisite dumb dad is joined by his smart wife, train-wreck kids, an alcoholic talking dog, and a gay megalomaniac baby. The creation of one Seth MacFarlane, this show is joined on Sunday nights by American Dad, a fun CIA family man with dysfunctional kids, an effeminate alien, and a Vert Chermann-accented goldfish. Oh yeah, he doesn't like Muslims — until he gets a taste of their matriarchal culture, then is made to look evil when he asserts male authority to his wife while his daughter chases an Arab teen in the episode Stan of Arabia.

Europeans don't fare well on new cartoons. Relegated to mostly freak/villain status or objects of ridicule. The newest version of Scooby-Doo (Teletoon/CW), Get A Clue! has an opening title montage of Scooby and his buddy Shaggy (two males) dancing close together, chased by a German alternately-goose-stepping/Russian dancing bad dude named Phineas Phibes. Don't trust white guys with accents, kids, they're bad or nuts, is the message here. On Nickelodeon's The Xs, the whole family serves the government as spies. Like gays on TV? Well, never mind all the rear-end exposure on shows like The Simpsons, or Liza Minnelli-inspired show tune-singing on Family Guy. On Johnny Test, there's Dukey, a talking latte-swilling canine who gives new creepy meaning to the phrase gay dog, especially his scenes with his adolescent master.

Transformers, and its many TV and movie spin-offs (some produced right here in Canada, not only is a half-hour toy commercial, but also tries to tell us that somewhere in prehistory, there were advanced robotic, computerized races who had a tiff and now fight among us primitive humans, some of them protecting all humanity,

Bigotry is okay on TV if you're not white. On Fox's King of the Hill, Texan Hank Hill contends with an arrogant Laotian family (immigrants from a hilly nation who look down at their Texas neighbors as hillbillies and whose daughter is a violin virtuoso) and a paranoiac gun nut who does not know his Indian son has actually been fathered by one John Redcorn making whoopee with his blonde bombshell wife.

History also gets a unfactual play on cartoons check out Disney's The Emperors New School: You never saw such a hipper ancient Mesoamerican type in all your life (I didn't know David Spade could trace his roots to that time, or for that matter, Eartha Kitt, who plays the villainous sorceress principal at the school where his character Kuzco has to take his emperor lessons before ascending his throne).

Is there any cartoon safe to watch? Even innocuous old ones like Inspector Gadget have single-authority bumbler figures. And considering they're all over the place: TV, DVDs movies, the Internet, how do you stop them? Well, how about shutting off the TV and spending a little quality time with the young'ns? A trip somewhere, fishing? Give them a dose of real, healthy family life, not the crud that gets pumped out to them 24/7 on the box.

And talk to your kids: teach them respect and help them separate and be warned about the fantasy and dangerous messages being beamed into their brains courtesy of Family Channel, YTV, Kids WB, Teletoon, et al.

 

 

No Such Thing As “Youth Culture”
 



The 1950s and 1960s are decades that many of us think of as a turning point in society: rock and roll, Woodstock. the so-called Sexual Revolution, women's lib, and the beginnings of what has evolved into something called "youth culture". In reality, what happened was not a youth "culture" but a separation of the generations, carefully crafted and orchestrated by the controlled media's TV, radio, movies, video games and music industries that has led directly into an attitude among so many adolescents in which life has no meaning, violence is fun, parents, family and tradition are to be ignored and rebelled against, and every now and then, murdered.

So much has come together and collided in a sneaky, calculated effort of propaganda involving films that have become more disturbing in content, steadily more graphically violent and filled with gore and mayhem, like the serial killers of the Halloween, Saw and Scream films, to name a few. Then there's the Harry Potter films (a new one is being readied for this summer), and TV series like Charmed, Bewitched, and Reaper, all starring "good witches", wizards and on Reaper, a teen forced into being a bounty hunter for Satan, TV all brought to you by networks aiming for that "youth" demographic to sell sneakers and fast food (more on this in a bit). The desensitization process these shows and films accomplish have a side benefit for North American governments: Take a teen immune to emotion from killing, couple him with a recruiting ad for the armed forces teaching him how to be "Army Strong" or be part of "The Few, the Proud, Marines" or even in Canada, to join the armed forces and "Fight Fear", and you've got a killing machine: just aim and fire at whoever you want to conquer (Just go online at any recruiting page for North American armed forces and you can get your jollies with everything from job opportunities, simulated games and even a "Support Our Troops" wallpaper).

In any store you can buy graphically violent video games like Grand Theft Auto, despite packaging "recommending" age appropriateness (yet the only ones you hear advertised on TV are relatively harmless ones like Nintendo's Wii and the on-the-border supernatural games like Warcraft and Ratchet and Klank). Entire TV networks try to glorify so-called "youth culture": YTV, Muchmusic, MTV, Razer, Nickelodeon and the U.S. "N" Channel; while some have fallen like the WB and UPN, others have risen like Fox Broadcasting and The CW to take their place, still pumping out the sex and gore.

Then there's the music, everyone from Alice Cooper to Marilyn Manson to Ozzy Osborne's bat-eating antics, to scary, hideous "glam rockers" like KISS and the multiple-busted-for child pornography Gary Glitter. Since the 50's, rebellious rock gave way to the 1960's abomination known as the Beatles, who had the colossal nerve to declare themselves more popular than Jesus (later Mark Chapman proved that John Lennon wasn't as immortal). Later on, we had Woodstock and the manifestation of the "free love" tripe among the hippies who later showed a mighty big chip on their shoulders when it came to order and tradition, and ended up raising a new generation of no-values, no-morality, no-respect for life unruly monsters-to-be. And long with that free love came broken marriages, switching of partners and confused kids, more destruction of the traditional nuclear family and the massive violence, suicide and depression that followed.

You can see evidence of the I-don't-care generation everywhere: A 12-year-old beats his brother to death with a bat for crying to loud. A group of Edmonton teens kill a cat with a microwave oven. Kids killing their parents with the casualty of eating a snack. A 16-year-old Muslim girl is killed by her father over her turning away from the religious practice of wearing the Muslim hijab.

Look to their idols: Just-arrested (again) mini-whore Britney Spears, Spoiled out-of-control trollop Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, Hooker-in-training Hannah Montana -- these are young teenagers and young girls' "role models" these days, heaven help us. The over-sexification of TV, movies and other media, where promiscuity and "freedom" (including the dating aspects of multiculturalism) sends dangerous messages to young girls, a theme that has carried on and on since the 1980s on shows like Beverly Hills 90210 and carries on today on Gilmore Girls, Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill. Trying to follow the lifestyles of these characters has led to tragedy for families time and time again.

Music in history can be a force of unification and true cultural expression, but when "youth culture" took root in North America and England in the 1950's and 60's, and guys like Alan Freed and Murray (the K) Kaufman promoting rock and roll with phrases like "progressive rock' (like "progressive jazz"; just noise, with no beat, but plenty of decibels), the seeds of family and generational division were sewn by radio stations and record companies. Today, the few mega-companies like Sony BMG, Universal and Warner Music still left rake in millions on CDs and "artists" still preaching the destructive gospel of hopelessness, nihilism and destruction. And the subtle and overt themes of separating the families and generations continues unabated.

Bottom line: "Youth culture" doesn't exist — it is a false religion peddled by the media worldwide and used to seduce generation after generation into drugs, violence, race-mixing and ridicule of tradition, family, religion and real culture itself. It remains as an entity, a still-growing danger now facing a backlash from those fed up with what 40 years of it has done.

Nest time you watch TV, grab a pen and paper and copy down the names of sponsors of shows you find objectionable, or whose messages you find disturbing or inappropriate. Then write to the advertisers and send copies to the stations, networks and the CRTC in Ottawa.

Being a parent is a hard job. But it's still your job. You can do your own part in fighting the controlled media's war on the family by taking an active interest in your kids' lives. Keep an eye on what they watch and access on the Internet. And if they object, remind them that you are the parent, and you're just doing your job.

Oh yeah, and don't listen to Bill Cosby. His liberal preaching to kids on his now-rerunning Fat Albert cartoon is also a contributor to a lot of this mayhem.

 

 

Ode to Canadian Patriots
 

 

This Canada Week, just for a change, instead of the usual fare
I thought I'd reflect on our progress up here
And the good people who got us there.
"The only thing needed for evil to win,
is for good men to do nothing (at all),"
Those were the words of Edmund Burke,
and his namesake's Society's call;
Always our rock, always our leader, who led us from Day One
Till racial awareness was a household word
Don Andrews got the job done.
From the EBS to the Western Guard, to the Nationalist Party's epoch,
He was there to man the trenches in front
He talked the talked and he walked the walk.
In a hotel, he, and music teacher Leigh Smith,
and Paul Fromm were the original three
laid the EBS groundwork, for a group that would fight
For a Canada independent and free;

And later, in Ottawa, clad in green
Donna Upson caused quite a stir,
Running for Mayor in the nation's capital
Was the one they called Baby Hitler.
Let us pause in respect for fallen Wolfgang Droege,
Led the Heritage Front, then was gone
And the HF's Jim Dawson, and Ken Barker,
They was a big men in more ways than one.
Young Geza Matrai, from Hungary,
and his daring feat, 'twas quite grand
Jumping onto commie Kosygin's back,
and cried freedom for all captive lands.
And John Ross Taylor, wise to the enemy's ways, of their deeds and cunning he'd preach;
Longtime enemy of the reds and the Zionists,
to them, quite a lesson he'd teach;
He cornered them in the courtroom, with the truth that glowed like light;
"Truth cannot be a defense" said these weasels;
To his last hour he'd not relinquish the fight;
There's the man of Allan Gardens,
William John Beattie by name
When first he hung out the swastika here,
free speech would ne'er be the same.

And the Latvian gent Armand Siksna, who would tolerate none who were rude
Jim McQuirter, budding Klansman, quite famous
As a racist and a Sunshine Dude.
Hats off to all the early stalwarts,
serious Joe Genovese and Jaanus Proos;
And to the ones who came later like Max French, who was
alternately staid and footloose;
Mel McCready, from the Isle of Erin, irrepressible iron-willed boy
Pete Metrewski and the crew of young skinheads
Who made the reds and ARA holler "oy!"
There was stoic and wary Jim Simpson,
Bob Ruminski, with a grin ear to ear
Leo Jutting, the Australian adventurer,
who knew the good life, good art and good beer;
Gerry "Mad Dog" Doyle, a great friend
A hero to the White Nationalist cause,
Limey Stephen Hammond, now known as "Andrea"
He's just not the man he once was.

Evan Jones, who was a great seamster,
Klan robes were his own specialty,
And Armin Aurerswald, who graced both our land and our race
With his own sizable family.
Dr. George Zapparoli, a noble man
of quiet bearing, and a Lombard by birth
And Chris Greenland, never short of ideas
And also considerable girth;
Norm Smith, who had a sad ending,
a perennial, soon, he too was gone;
And the Odinist Norwegian Paul Hartmann,
Keen of brain, large of heart and of brawn.

Let us also salute James Brookman, who won a
following in a councillor race;
Brenda Kildey and her boundless energy, who
could never stay in one space.
Belorussian Kastus Akula, whose books spoke
of his nation's pain;
And Estonian Arnie Polli, who never tired of
the political game;
From Lithuania came Gil Urbonas,
a man of his place and his times,
And a quiet, Irishman who came here from the U.K.,
John Coutts, A.K.A. James Grimes.

And let's pause to also mention George Burdi
An activist and reverend too,
In the flesh, and online and in print
He remained a white racist guru.
There was Rod Young, who was there from the earliest days,
Henrich Van Windt, also along
Captain David Astle, a movement pioneer,
Newshound David Sloan too, did belong,
And from the sun-drenched British Columbia coast
Fred Woodward sent occasional dispatch,
And in typing and spelling and clerical finnesse
Janice Solary was truly unmatched.

There was John Godfrey, John Jewell, old-timer
Bill McPherson.
There was Bert Hiltz, who we called "Country" ;
And two others, a couple who were into spy games
Also part of the movement's history,
They were Hector the Albanian, rumoured CIA man, and
Anne Burton, who hated fluoride;
There was Jurgen Neumann, his skill with cameras evident
In his productions he exhibited with pride.

There was a master of metals, Horst Gobbels,
With a blowtorch, created beauty,
There was young and sarcastic Tom Druery and
Romana Andrewchuk, a Ukrainian cutie
There was Janice Arsenault, the Acadian,
The HF's Chris Newhook, tough as can be,
Dawyd Zarshansky, A.K.A. "Tarzan",
His tough guy image fitted him to a "T";

There were the three Daves, Sutton, Carpenter, Franklin
The first two from hamlets quite small,
Dave Franklin, he was a lover of the fish
In his tank, and cared for them, one and all.

Let's not forget all the ladies, who joined in the activity
Many of them were as tough as the men of the fight
And just as sharp, I'm sure you'll agree.
There's Ann Ladas from Greece, a credit to them
Danube Swabian Rose Perri, too;
And Straight Talk assistant Veronica "Ronnie" O'Hare,
whose tongue cut down morons and fools;

And Victor and Wendy, the Ians, McDonald and Chalmers,
And Ken from Mississauga, friend true.
And also these name shall go into the trome
Those of Grant Bristow and Robert Toope

From Canada's London, there is Martin K. Weiche
A man we would occasionally come see,
And Al Overfield, the only one of our band
Who could trace his line back to Tecumseh;
There was Jeff Goodall, civil servant
And the electronics whiz Michael Doyle,
There was Donna Elliott and husband Wayne, a tree surgeon,
made his living with saw, and in soil;
And baseball-capped Jimmy Spearin, with a vision he would apply,
A white traffic signal man, his idea;
"White man says go" was his cry.

Of the intellectuals, there was Xavier,
Who could converse on any topic at hand;
And our Hollow Earth theorist and cat-lover Ivan Boyes
Still waiting for the Venusians to land;
And John Percy, who adopted a punk style
Before punk was seen to be cool
John Globus also contributed, and
"El Gusano (worm)" Frank DeMarois, too;
Merill Orr and his portable respirator
Always a breath of fresh air
Reliable Frank Andrews, call a meeting
And you knew he would always be there.
There was Francis Walsh, nicknamed "The Funkster,"
Al Brown, his camera always near.
And Tom Reade, as at home talking politics,
As with his motorcycle and a beer.

There was wrestling's Masked Marvel, Mr. Jack Prins,
A kind man, and who always was heard
And his spirited wife, Sabina,
Who went sky-diving and soared like a bird;
Gary Schipper, who played axe and railed
of "hippie-crites", his passion would burn,
And while we are talking performers,
There's Rob Livingston and Janice and more
Flamenco guitarist John Thomas, who knew
Classic Spanish music down to its core:
There was Peter ("The Actor") Herod;
Actor and male model Bob Mann contributed, too;
There was Ilmar Kitsas and Urmas Toming
Proud Europeans both, through and through.

So many of those in the vanguard
Were men with lady friends who pitched in
There was Victor Pataki and his friend Wendy Forbes
Geza's friend Maria, proud Hungarian.

There was a funny old guy named Bill Colimay
Who'd lived quite a colorful life,
owned a mine and drank his coffee two cups at a time and
Asked us to pray for him and his wife,

Imprisoned Brad Love, and Ernst Zόndel,
Caged men whose spirits are still free;
Our Dale Gribble, John Morgan and also Russ Varey,
Who amused with his flim-flammery.
Let us not forget, let us mention honorably
Other stalwarts who should not be missed,
Mr. George Barkhouse and Mr. Verner Cinis,
the Latvian and anti-Communist.

And all those from the seventies who helped with Straight Talk
The premiere Racial Awareness magazine
Those who contributed prose and who sold
and produced it and placed it to be prominently seen;
Stefan Lustofka and his brother,
Quebec's James Phillips wrote articles galore
And brave men like Mike Brown, Hamilton's Len Gilliard,
Sold S.T, on the street by the score,
And in its pages we were to read of our news and the views
The birth of the White Confederacy:
The trials, the heroism, forever in print,
The struggle for true democracy.

There was the charming Marian McGuire,
Who gave our image more polish and class
George Keeping and his brother, always ready for action
And willing to kick commie ass;
Let us also remember Jack Morrison,
From Social Credit's Ontario days
And the "Chosen One" novelist Eric Thomson;
Was he really in the CIA's pay?

And let us include in this list Marc Lemire
and Barbara Kulaszka, here, too
Who hung in against Orwellian tribunals and
Would not flee at the enemy's first 'boo';

And let's give a few lines in salute here,
To the western heroes who had fought the good fight:
Alberta's James Keegstra, Battling barrister Doug Christie,
Who knew telling the truth was just right;
Joining them, persecuted Bill Noble,
To the tyrants a dangerous brain,
Professor Terry Tremaine, the "Mathdoktor"
Targeted in tolerance's name.
Tom Winnicki, four years ago sentenced,
To four months in the dungeons for "hate"
And Chris Kemperling, against gay agendas,
Lost his livelihood, a punishment great;
Also we honor here Melissa Guile;
Al Kulbashian, Peter Kouba, Glen Bahr,
Ciaran Donnelly, were more of the many the law said
Carried Freedom of Speech way too far.
There was Jessica Beaumont, Bob Wilkinson,
Alexandro di Civita, and
Craig Harrison whose names we also add to
The hounded of the so-called fair land.

We cannot forget comrade Terry Long,
Fought for freedom and truth without fear,
Stared down JDL thugs, defied federal bugs,
After starting Aryan Nations here.

And Darcy Hopkins, another man fallen
An unshakable spirit to the end
And "Kick-ass" Kevin, and Tony and his proudly white crew
Many times the white race they'd defend,
And more ladies to mention, Nicola, Vicki, Karen,
Diane, Kathleen, Roxanne, thanks to you all;
And "The Baron" from Sweden, rich in money and spirit.
In his own way, helped when given the call.

There are so many worthy of mention;
names faded in time and in space
And those I've left out, they will understand,
their contributions cannot be erased.
The many nations of Europeans who helped us,
Communities diverse. big and small,
the young and the old, the rich and the poor,
were the ones, the most helpful of all:

Ukrainians. Romanians, Croats, Serbs, Italians
Hungarians and Bulgars as well,
Belorussians, Czechs, Slovaks, many from the oppressed
who knew to first-hand, the meaning of hell;
Men from Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania too,
Eastern Europeans, strong-willed and proud,
Whose bretheren lived under Red Russia's cruel boot, and
Pleaded in voices passionate and loud;
Let's also remember the people of small-town Ontario
Unforgettable in character and name
Specifically, Swastika and also Kaladar,
site of many a weekend's war game.

Those of us who are part of the white people's tribe
Owe them all a heartfelt "thank you";
And no, I'm not modest or bashful,
But I'm in that list somewhere, too.

Oh the many activities, projects and groups
A few men who loved freedom produced,
The tyrants had no idea of the resistance, defiance
When those who craved real freedom were turned loose
The White Confederacy, European Heritage Week
Singular ideas like no other
And when black crime begat the White Peoples' Vigilantes
Toronto's politicians and mayor all took cover.
We can't thank the koshers, we can't thank the cops,
Or the media or print's fourth estate;
It's they who kept putting fuel on the fire,
Slandered white race survival as "hate";

As we pause now to dwell of the good in this land
Let us all in unison celebrate
What they all did to make our race proud, make it wise, just and good
What they all did to make our race great.

Every one is a flag for our racial identity
A credit to our race and our nation,
And each one of these heroes truly deserves
a "Real Order of Canada" commendation.

Let us raise a one-handed salute to them all,
Each, a woman or man of the hour
For all, in one way or another helped uphold
White survival, white pride
and White Power!

 

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