I know that the squeaky wheel gets the Crisco, and that the shrieking loudness of the gay lobby has brought about a new kind of "equality" in Canada whereby some are actually more equal than others. But I had to shake my head when I saw this article in the Star:

Two concerts have been cancelled after mega-club Kool Haus pulled the plug at the last-minute on two controversial reggae and dancehall artists.

Entertainers Elephant Man and Sizzla were scheduled to perform last Friday night and Oct. 5 respectively, but both Jamaicans have been under fire from human rights organizations who say their lyrics are homophobic and incite violence against gays.

Akim Larcher, founder of Stop Murder Music Canada – a coalition made up of 20 organizations that promote human rights – says the federal government has remained silent in this issue.

Suddenly a lobby group is worried about the violence of the Jamaican music scene? Why the hell did it take the gays to bring this about?? What about women's rights groups, or the anti-gun freaks around Toronto, who are happy to ban an inanimate weapon, but not the inspiration, culture or criminals that perpetrate the killings?

Stop Murder Music talks about human rights, but when will they act against other groups that target not just gays, but women, other blacks, rival gangs etc?

This 2004 article out of Montreal about Sizzla got lots of pro- and anti-Sizzla comments, but no one seemed to mention the other types of dangers associated with the rasta/hip-hop/reggae/bling bling yo homie culture that we actually have to live with every day in Canada and the US.

Here's an example of Elephant Man's anti-gay lyrics:

Ok, don't dat tune a fit fi radio play (Yeah)
Don't dat tune a mek di gal dem wine up when dem hear it waan stay (True)
It tell mi seh dem waan dat tune a day (Boom)
Don't dat tune a mek yuh feel like likkle pickney ready fi play (Yeah)
Don't dat tune a mek yuh feel a way (True)
Don't dat tune a mek yuh feel like seh fi tek a gun and shot a gay (Bo!!!)
Dem waan pollute go dung and not obey
Doolas nah support it not away

Bad? Yes. Terrible to the point of outcry? Well, that depends. How do you feel about this:

Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
And got more whips than a runaway slave

That's from 50 Cent, who isn't banned in Canada, and is in fact considered mainstream popular.

What about sexual objectification of women? Isn't that a more widespread issue affecting 50% of the country, whereas gays only make up about 2%?

This is why I'm hot, catch me on the block,
Every other day, another bitch, another drop,

From Mims.

I see you windin' n grindin' up on that pole,
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I wanna f**k you,(f**k you) you already know
I wanna f**k you,(f**k you) you already know, girl

Money in the air as mo feel grab you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale,
don't tell, wont tell, baby said I don't talk Dogg but she told on me, oh well,
take a picture wit me, what the flick gon' do, baby stick to me & ima stick on u,
if you pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and I'm here to put this dick on you,
I'm stuck on pussy n urs is right, wrip riding them poles and them doors is tight and tighter
and ima get me a shot for the end of the night cause pussy is pussy and baby you're pussy for life.

Akon featuring Snoop Dogg. Two very popular "artists".

Frankly, I haven't the time or the inclination to research the lyrics that glorify gang violence - it's been done before anyway.

Fact is, there's more than just the gay bashing aspect of this culture we should be looking at. Why has it taken a gay advocacy group to speak up about it.

Shame on the other lobbyists. Where have you all been hiding?

But activist and Canadian author Orville Lloyd Douglas says "there are a lot of double standards here."

These organization's "don't go after Eminem or Marilyn Manson."

And there it is. The race card. Double shame.

Labels: Gay Lobby, Misogyny, Race, Race Card, Reggae, Toronto

St. James Cathedral has given up worshiping You, and is now fully in the service of Bono and his 21st century eco-peace crusade.

For you atheists and eco-religionists in Toronto, St. James Cathedral will be happy to host you this evening to listen to the hymns of U2.

Labels: Religion, Toronto

Twelve years ago today, at 6:04am, I officially became an orphan. I was sweaty and smelly from spending two days in the hospital - I remember I was wearing blue Calvins, a white Washington DC t-shirt that I never wore again, and my black cowboy boots. My hair was tangled and natty. I was sleep deprived and running on adrenaline, barking orders to nursing staff, relatives and friends. I had a list... after Dad was pronounced at 6:21 (we had to wait for the on-call to arrive), I went into the nurses' lunchroom and pulled out the little black and gold plastic card (it looked like a VIP card for a posh and exclusive club - and it was, in a way. it was the 24-hour contact number for the undertaker, for pre-paid clients only) and arranged for the "pick-up", like some kind of mobster.

I called work, told them I wouldn't be in.

I called my father's best friend (who also happened to be my best friend's father) to activate the "Danny's dead telephone tree".

I called my cousins - my father's brother's girls, even though their father was with me. I had assigned him the task of cleaning Dad's room instead. He needed to be kept busy.

I called my Godmother. She hated me, I hated her, but hey, these are the things you do.

I called the lawyer.

I called Air Canada to begin the process of giving me my quarter million.

For the next three days I donned my staid black dresses and low heels. I smiled wanly at distant relatives I neither knew nor cared to know. I allowed old people to pat my cheeks and kiss me; already familiar with the smell of death, what was three more days of it. I stood vigil to make sure that no one opened the casket - Dad's express wish, because cancer is a disease that makes you ugly. I arranged cars and hotels like a good travel agent. I signed forms and checks without paying much attention to fine print or dollar value. I mouthed the 23rd Psalm which I already knew by heart, having been to so many of these events since the age of 7.

Occasionally I remembered to eat, remembered to feed the cat. I desperately wanted a whiskey, but there was too much driving to be done. And when it was all over, and everyone had gone and left me alone, I baked pies. Really, dozens of pies. I was all by myself, my boss had forced me to take more time off than I needed, and I realized (after almost running over a group of schoolgirls on the sidewalk) that I was in no fit state - with or without alcohol - to be driving. So I was trapped in my apartment with nothing to do and no one to talk to. And I baked 23 pies.

A few days later I turned 19.

Labels: Ghosts, Personal

I've had some strange searches lead to Girl on the Right: naked girl on a golf cart. armpit fetish, a variety of child porn requests (all of which were reported to cybertips.ca)... but this one takes the cake:

islamic explanation for doing sex with dead mother

Whoever ran this search (they were Canadian!) is one sick fucker. Just sayin'.

Labels: Blogging, Google, Islam

Animal expert Jack Hanna and an 11-month-old flamingo became trapped while trying to squeeze through an airport security turnstile. It took firefighters to finally get the flamingo out.

Man, nowadays they'll stop anyone at airport security, won't they?

Hanna joked that the next time he flies through the airport, the biggest animal he'll bring is a gerbil.

Richard Gere could not be reached for comment.

Labels: Random News

Day By Day

Labels: Blasphemy, Cartoons, Islam, Islamic Terror, Jihad

...it's a little annoying to have to stand all the time, just because the Star Spangled Banner is on my iTunes playlist.

However, things have improved immeasurably since it ceased being my ringtone. It was causing havoc at the office every time it rang - most of us standing, the Muslims running and hiding under desks... utter chaos, I tell ya.

Labels: Star Spangled Banner

Remember when this was the kind of thing you'd find at the back of a newsprint magazine, offering you the chance to draw Woody Woodpecker or Betty Boop for a $25 prize and a cartooning instruction book? Geez, I remember stuff like that at the back of my Archie comics when I was little.

Times have changed, though, and $25 doesn't buy quite as many Sea Monkeys as it used to. Nowadays a book of art instruction goes for more than that! Heck, you'd be lucky if you could buy 5 Archie comics!

Now the cartoon prizes are much bigger, and the rules have changed. No longer do you submit your attempt along with a proof of purchase and a $1 entry fee. No, now you have to go out and slaughter another artist like a lamb.

The purported head of al-Qaeda in Iraq has offered a reward for the murder of a Swedish cartoonist over his drawing depicting the Prophet Muhammad.

The $100,000 (£49,310) reward would be raised by 50% if Lars Vilks was "slaughtered like a lamb" said the audio message aired on the internet.

The speaker, said to be Abu Omar al-Baghdadi, threatened a new offensive during the holy month of Ramadan.

Last month's cartoon showed Prophet Muhammad's head on a dog's body.

Several Muslim countries protested.

Hmmm... wasn't more than two or three years ago that the Religion of Peace was telling us that violence during the "Holy Month of Ramadan" was haram, or verboten. I guess they noticed we weren't buying into that bullshit, dropped the charade, and went back to what they do best: Threats and killings.

But Saturday's taped message said the militants were announcing a "call to shed the blood of the Lars who dared to insult our Prophet".

"During this generous month we announce an award worth $100,000 to the person who kills this infidel criminal," the speaker said.

He also announced a $50,000 reward for the killing of the editor of the newspaper.

Yup, Islam is a generous religion indeed.

Labels: Blasphemy, Cartoons, Islam, Islamic Terror, Ramadan

Derek Leonard, 27, of no fixed address, is facing assault charges after allegedly attacking a man who would only identify himself as David near Spadina and Dundas streets.

David says he told Leonard not to touch his vintage vehicle when he approached it and offered to clean the windshield. David says Leonard then banged on the vehicle, jumped in and began beating David on the head.

Toronto's lenient attitude toward vagrancy has turned our city streets into a war zone between those who work and contribute, and those who don't. Whatever their reasons for being on the streets, it does not give them the right to attack others. Not other homeless, and not the general public. There is too much untreated mental illness out there, and with a progressive lefty mayor not willing to admit the problem and tackle it head on, it is only going to get worse. We've already had a murder. What more has to happen before the mayor is willing to clean up our streets?

Labels: Homeless, Street Violence, Toronto

Tammy's With Fred! My pal Tammy was lucky enough to see Fred Thompson speak in Florida today.

And in other presidential news, Beth got to tour the White House while her husband John was hanging with the Prez.

Labels: Donovans, Fred Thompson, George W Bush

Except today it's raining. I'm glad. I always flinch when the sky is that particular shade of blue, as if it is a personal affront. I'm glad it's raining today.



Instead of wasting our time thinking about Osama's fake beard and Democratic talking points, let's remember a Canadian who lost his life that day: Ken Basnicki.

Labels: Islamic Terror, Ken Basnicki, September 11

...still has mighty sharp thorns. None so sharp as those of Kathy Shaidle, even though she has retired Relapsed Catholic for something more descriptive of her physicality.

Five Feet of Fury

Labels: Blogging, Kathy Shaidle

Further to my earlier post on the annual dick-suck of Hollyweird, it just so happens that I will be attending tonight's Gala premiere of The Jane Austen Book Club. My ticket is VIP, and will include champagne (thank God) and general schmoozing.

Cross your fingers that I don't walk away from the experience as a raging liberal.

Labels: TIFF, Toronto

"We are law-abiding citizens, and we want the people of New York to know that Muslims are part and parcel of the landscape,"

I couldn't agree more.

Labels: Islam, Muslim Parade, New York City

The Toronto International Film Fest has descended on the city once more, bringing with it pet causes, star fuckers, and sycophants of all sorts. It also brings with it the inevitable press conferences. After all, why travel to this backwater if not to do lots of press and promote your latest (most likely anti-American) film?

Mr. Right and I made the mistake of going downtown last night, rather desperate to eat at our favorite Indian restaurant, and not caring about the throngs. At least, not till we were in them. Mr. Right's mood started to go downhill as we pushed through the Yorkville crowds (mostly Japanese tourists with Prada shoes and top-of-the-line digital cameras, crowded around the doors of the hotels, waiting for someone of interest to pop their heads out like cuckoo clocks), and he began to notice the stickers on the newspaper boxes, "9/11 was an inside job!" My own mood hit the dumpster when I saw the stage set up outside the ROM, all set for some type of glitzy SAVE DARFUR tragi-comedy. I knew that could only mean the George Clooney hadn't flown out immediately after his premiere on Friday night. Dammit, why will that man not just go to Darfur and stay there??

We took a hard right down Bay Street, hoping to get out of the madding crowd. Instead we were treated to a veritable swarm of media types, all headed from a press conference, I can only assume at the Sutton Place where Sean Penn made the grave mistake of smoking a butt last year - that devil. Of all the things to malign Sean Penn for, I can't believe the media focused on his smoking. Ugh. So there they all were, overdressed women and badly dressed men, with their press passes hanging around their necks on Starbucks lanyards. And then I was attacked. She came through the crowd, in an obvious hurry, tripod slung over her shoulder in its sheath. WHAM. The tripod nailing me hard in the wrist, my cry of pain, and she didn't even stop. The mainstream media, folks. The media that cares about the pot-bellied war child of Darfur, but attacks the people of their own city. Suffice it to say I wasn't surprised.

After a couple of cocktails in a very busy restaurant on the strip, and a lovely hot curry meal, we were a lot calmer and ready to head back out in search of dessert. Only to come face to face with a Truther. Up at the corner of Yonge and Dundas (I suppose we could count ourselves lucky that it was only a Truther, and not some homey with a gun), he stood there in his 9/11 truth.org t-shirt, handing out his pamphets of hate. I had to be restrained by Mr. Right and two tourists who happened to be walking by.

What has this city come to? Have we fallen through the looking glass? People come from all over the world to suck the collective dick of American filmmakers who loathe their own country, and find kinship in the loonies who believe the president of the free world murdered 3000 of his own countrymen on their way to work one morning and destroyed his own economy, just so he had an excuse to do what? Go to Iraq? Give Halliburton a war contract? What? Somebody tell me why?

Labels: Main Stream Media, September 11, TIFF, Toronto, Truther

From today's National Post comes a letter from an addict's relative, saying enough with the pity parties and poverty pimps.

As a family member of one of Victoria's junkie population, I do not agree that "most wish their main remedy did not have to be a dose of crack or heroin injected in an alleyway." As many a family member of a junkie will tell you, until the day they actually reject a dose in favour of detox, addicts wish for little besides more and more doses of crack or heroin, and the fewest possible distractions from getting on with them. The feelings, needs and rights of other people are distractions that junkies very readily dispense with.

Junkies are pretty ruthless about acquiring the means to get more drugs, and one of the means they need is territory. They need a place to hang out with their cronies, a place to connect with dealers and a place to shoot up. They don't care if it's an alley, as long as no one hassles them. As both Vancouver and Victoria have shown, any territory not aggressively defended by civilized society will be lost to the drug scene.

It is very convenient, but not at all believable, to assert that mental illness is behind the majority of drug use, panhandling and street life. If drug use were not so generously supported by society, via the generous supply of free food and shelter that allows junkies to concentrate better on their drug-seeking rather than on self-care, I think a lot of purportedly mentally ill people would recover their sanity quite quickly (leaving services available for the truly mentally ill).

It is also convenient, but, again, not believable, to assert that drug users are victims of urban society. If lack of services caused drug addiction, then there would be a lot more addicts. To see addicts as hapless victims forces the conclusion that they are powerless over their actions, in which case they should not be autonomous. If we consider them as autonomous as other citizens, free to use the streets, then they need to be accountable for how they use them.

Drug use isn't easy to beat by any means. But making excuses for drug users and supporting their drug use doesn't make it any easier. In fact, it makes it nearly impossible.

Labels: Drugs, Personal Responsibility

Even more paranoid than the parents of a peanut-allergic child, we have the Religion of Peace(tm). In the past we've seen them refuse inoculations against diseases like measles and polio because they feared it was a Zionist conspiracy to give their children AIDS. Now the Muslim cab drivers of New York City are refusing to have GPS devices installed in their cars, because the Infidel (that's us) will use it to spy on them!

The global-positioning systems being installed in all 13,000 cabs will be used to target and spy on Muslims, according to pro-strike literature being distributed by members of the New York Taxi Workers Alliance, the group behind the two-day walkout.

"This is where deep racial, ethnic and religious prejudices and biases come into play," one flier reads. "DNA samples are obtained, scrutinized and archived. Personal and family histories are scoured for evidence of ethnic and religious fervor. Clearly, surveillance technology can be a death sentence once you are in its crosshairs."

Taxi and Limousine Commission officials say the city has no such sinister motives. The GPS will be used to automate the paper trip sheets each driver has to keep, and will transmit only the start and end location of each fare, officials said.

The new technology system, which will also allow for credit-card payments, was approved in 2004 as part of the same deal that gave drivers a 26 percent fare hike.

So they were happy to take the fare hike, but don't want to uphold their end of the bargain. Yup, sounds like one of the tenets of Islam to me.

Classic from the comments:

I mean, if NYC is only doing this to monitor the Muslim drivers, they should only require GPS in the Muslim-driven cabs, and the Muslim drivers should have to pay for the GPS and installation. Plus, they should be made to have some kind of amusing haircut.

Oh yeah, also, NYC should charge Muslims double for their drivers' licenses, and when they pay for their licenses the DMV guy should grab them by the beard and slap their faces three times. And any cab company that hires Muslim drivers should pay a surcharge for each one, which surcharge would be remitted to the Christian Children's Fund.

And while we're at it, cabs driven by Muslims should all have pink hexagrams on their hoods and fly big green flags with Porky Pig's face on them from their antenas to ID them as Muslims, so that we could avoid them. And in a taxi line, Christian drivers go the the front.

Furthermore, the name of Mohammed should be on all the floor mats of NYC cabs. And all cabs driven by Muslims should be required to make liquor deliveries for people who can't drive because their licenses were suspended for DUI. And Muslim drivers should be forced to charge half-fare for people taking their dogs to be groomed.

And Armenians ride for free.

Labels: GPS, Islam, NYC, Taxi

While dumpster diving late last night for something to blog about, I happened upon an article over at Rabble, where Krystalline Kraus (described as writer and activist) laments the violence on the streets and turns due process on its head.

The situation is similar in Vancouver. Last month Peter Collins, a 79-year-old church patron, was mugged by a homeless man in a downtown Cathedral. His assailant, 43-year-old Darcy Lance Jones, was apparently unsatisfied with the money Collins gave to him, and has now been charged with one count of robbery.

In regards to Collins' mugging, Vancouver Police spokesperson Constable Howard Chow commented to CityTV.ca: "I'm to understand that (Jones) touts himself as a bit of a professional panhandler... He's well known in the area and he is known to police."

Comments such as these are not the first times that the media has tried to link 'social ills' and violence.

Comments such as these? You mean, the facts of the case? The guy was known to cops, and had a history of this kind of behavior. That makes him a criminal.

But Toronto Councillor Michael Thompson, who claims he himself was the victim of an assault near Toronto City Hall last year, is calling for a complete city-wide ban on begging (in Toronto, aggressive panhandling is already illegal).

He claims to have been a victim. But he's a rich white guy, so he can't ever be a victim. Ever. Just like Ross Hammond. He deserved what he got, right? Oh, and by the way, shooting someone is also already illegal in Toronto, but that doesn't stop the progressive left from adding gun law on top of gun law. Maybe we need a panhandler registry...

Similarly, Vancouver Mayor Sam Sullivan has launched Project Civil City, aimed at tackling 'public disorder' problems in time for the 2010 Winter Olympic Games. In a press release describing the initiative, Sullivan lumps the scourge of panhandling in the same category as open drug use.

Actually, in many cases they are one in the same, but our narrator doesn't bother to mention the drug addiction that leads many to the streets in the first place.

In another demeaning article, Toronto Star columnist Rosie DiManno suggests that the rights of panhandlers now trump the rights of ordinary citizens. She mocks homeless advocates who, in the aftermath of the [Ross] Hammond killing, called on the public not to lose sight of the socio-economic issues at play.

The whisper of sanity can barely be heard over the hysteria. Never mind that it has been repeatedly proven time and again that it is actually the poor who are more likely to be the victims of crime than the perpetrators.

Certainly the death of Hammond and the assault of Collins were tragic. But countless acts of violence - many fatal - are visited upon the urban poor every year.

Yup, very true. Usually homeless-on-homeless crime though. How come this isn't mentioned in the article?

Oh, and my favorite part: Ms. Kraus has decided that a charge is the same as a conviction when it comes to the middle classes harming the quirky and beloved street folk.

Sadly, such reactions are all too rare. Consider the August 2005 death of a homeless Toronto man, Paul Croutch. Croutch was bludgeoned on the park bench upon which he regularly slept by three Canadian army reservists - an apparent case of homeless bashing. All three reservists are members of the Queen's Own Rifles, based at Moss Park Armoury, and all were charged with second-degree murder and assault causing bodily harm.

They have not been convicted. They may never be convicted. They may be innocent. But the law is applied differently to those for whom Ms. Kraus crusades. Had it been a homeless man who had beaten a reservist, Ms. Kraus would have screamed for due process and reminded us that all are innocent until proven guilty. But in this case, she is willing to be judge and jury, and convict these men in the progressive court of the left-wing press.

Toronto has a problem on it's streets and in its ghettos where violence is too often overlooked in the search for "root causes". It's time to punish those who wreak violence on the population at large - and on each other - before this city becomes completely uninhabitable.

Labels: Drugs, Homeless, Murder, Toronto, Violence

Shut up. Really. These nut allergy people are so banal with their Nazi Nut Hatred and their anaphylactic fear of the old fashioned PB&J. Now they're after your cookies...

Bella Cucina's Death by Chocolate cookies contain walnuts, which are not declared on the label and could be hazardous to anyone with nut allergies.

Hide your children! Get to the bomb shelters! Somewhere out there are cookies that aren't wearing their big yellow star... oops, I mean, their allergy label.

These designer kids with their designer allergies need to grow a pair. Yes, of nuts. You know what gives me anaphylaxis? Eggplant. You know why? Because it's from the Deadly Nightshade family - so there's a pretty good reason right there not to eat it. But I have. Sometimes it just shows up in food, and since I'm not one of those people who goes screeching into restaurants howling about how fucking fragile I am, I usually don't think to ask ahead if a certain dish contains it. So I suck it up, drink a couple of cups of strong espresso to reopen the ol' windpipe, and get the fuck on with it. I'll die when it's my time to die. And if you're so thin-skinned that a peanut will kill you, then your time to die was in the womb. It is merely a credit to science that you've remained with us for so long. So long.

Labels: Designer Allergies, Human Weakness, Nuts

Kathy is in fine snark today:

Bunch of guys named Mohammed say guy whose middle name is Mohammed seemed unstable.

But don't be fooled by the facts: you just KNOW this guy is really a Christian who meant to blow up abortion clinics!

Labels: Islamic Terror, Letter Bombs, Mohammed, Toronto

In addition to the CNE, today seems to have been Jump-a-Palooza in Toronto. Twice in the span of four hours the TTC was shut down because of jumpers. First, on our way out (thankfully heading West), there was an Eastbound service break because of an "injury at track level" AKA a jumper. Mr. Right and I were relieve as we headed all the way down the Kipling Station that at least it wasn't where we were going. Then on the way back, a separate incident kicked us off the subway with about 3 and a half miles left to walk. With meat products. In the heat. Bah.

So my tan is deep, my legs are tired, and I am NOT loving "The Better Way" this afternoon.

Labels: Suicides, Toronto, TTC