Archive for August, 2011
What’s this? Christy Clark showing off her finery? If the Emporer has no clothes at least Christy might look better then him parading naked down Government Street, but all it would serve to do is let us know what we already do: Clark is all about money, making money, spending money, perhaps even eating money for dessert (chocolate moose toppled with loonies?). In the end, if The Devil wears Prada then what exactly is Christy wearing? Nada. Nothing. Zip. She was too stupid to ask anything in return!
You want transparency in government? You need look no further then Christy Clark’s very visible flip-flopping.
Yes, Christy, families this and that. Yes, Christy, money to go here, no wait, money to go there, wait….move it under the window sill….no, no, no, it looks better under the painting. So how are we to have any faith that today’s HST referendum count will be respected in any way? 55% of the people who voted on the HSt referendum voted to kick it out. The B.C. Liberals like to play ‘hide the peanut’, so Kevin Falcon’s seemingly sincere adddress on the HST flop could have us going all over the map. I trust him like I trust NO liberal…and that’s simply purely pragmatic, there’s no conspiracy theories here.
And how about the gloating Bill van der Zalm? EW! MSM hasn’t picked up on the fact that the NDP did it’s lion share of campaigning to get rid of the HST. “Oh my darling, Christy-tine”. I guess Adrian Dix drives a Lada and that’s not enough to impress the permanent press.
Oh gawd, how long are we to be doomed by the Liberals???
This from Mohawk Clan Mother, Kahentenita Horn:
Youth Riots – Ravenous Hunger for Freedom
MNN. August 9, 2011. People and animals don’t live or breed well in captivity, unless they think they are free. Indigenous had mental, physical and spiritual freedoms. Europeans were born into cages, conditioned to be obedient to their masters. They can’t see the horror of their slavery because it is too painful to look at directly. Europeans have tried to bring everybody else into the cage with them. We can only be kept in cages we refuse to see. To see the cage is to leave it.
I’m still adjusting to life in the projects…the neighbourhood is sweet . I’ve gotten most of the bus routes downpat and like to ride my bike downtown; it’s an easy route with a small hill that allows me to coast back downhill.
There’s a million Chinese elders in the building, most whom don’t speak english, but like to wave and say ‘hello’. They make me feel tall. I can’t imagine how they got here and what they left behind. People complain about them not speaking english and all I can say is that if I lived in a place that was filled with poverty and crummy conditions or my parents took me to a new place when I was a teen , I’d probably hang out with ex-pats and merrily speak english all day. I’m not good at language. So, there but for the grace of gawd go I.
Rat-man got kicked out. He was down the hall from me and I’m sure responsible for the cockroaches in my apartment. Rat-man would leave his junk collecting shopping carts out in the hall and it’s rumoured he had more in his suite. Professional cleaners have been here a myriad of times hauling garbage out of his room and every time that happens there’s a cockroach crawl in the elevator. He obviously need assisted living.
The outside of the building is being given a facelift and the workers get to their scaffolding via motorized lifts. The lifts have to be cordoned off and this sets off some of the fellows here. They start yelling at the workers and are in obvious need of medications….it’s pretty clear: safety is a factor. The workers have to listen to the bullshit hurled at them and do their best to keep quiet but every now and then they engage in the fire. Hard not to, I guess.
I like my little suite. It has it’s downfalls but I’ve grown used to them. Still, I want to be making money and in a nicer place. Time, time….time.