Saturday 30 June 2018


Summer is here and the fireworks happen this weekend. It is time to celebrate the greatness that is Canada. Not the Canada that is being destroyed by today's politicians but the country that has been a source of pride and strength for centuries. To all who love this nation and its basic values, Happy Canada Day!

Not only that but yours truly steps into a new decade. As of July 2, I will reach the venerable age of "Three score and ten" which sounds so much more accomplished than "seventy". It has been just over a year of fasting and I am right on target; feel better than I have in decades. Almost done; by mid autumn I will be "normal size" for the first time in almost 40 years. The best gift I will receive is family returning to live on the island and a first grandchild due in a few months. It gets no better than that! 

Hope everyone is well. In the meantime, enjoy this Saturday's offerings; rejoice in your nation, whether you be Canadian or American, and count your blessings. Gratitude is the greatest attitude when it comes to where we live. 

Meanwhile,  this lady, Rough Ruth speaks MY Canadian truth on this issue as well. As an 11th generation Canadian, I have thought things through to this very same conclusion.

Use a seedless watermelon. Looks so nummy for a hot afternoon treat.
And yes, we picked the berries; Mom made the pies and jams. 

It gets no more Canuck than a split bird and bannock on a stick over an open fire.

According to Stilton: It's a glorious time to be alive.

Supreme Court Justice Anthony Kennedy is stepping down, meaning that Donald Trump gets to pick another Supreme Court nominee, and those on the Left are having a white-hot thermonuclear meltdown which is more spectacular and beautiful to witness than any sunset... especially since this likely does represent the sun setting on many of their most beloved violations of the Constitution.

Many progressives are especially bereft of hope because, judging on their social media posts, they actually believe that all laws come from the Supreme Court rather than being created by our elected officials (including the ones the Left has been claiming were heading our way in a tsunami-sized "blue wave" in November).

Granted, there's a certain de facto truth to the notion that the Supreme Court has been creating bad law out of thin air through highly (ahem) imaginative interpretations of the Constitution - but we're pretty sure that President Trump is about to slam the brakes on that aberration. Somewhere, the founding fathers are breathing sighs of relief and exchanging high-fives.

Adding to our delight in this turn of events is the chilling knowledge of what could have been and would have been had a certain other presidential candidate weaseled her way into office...

Meanwhile in South Africa.

There really is no comparison between the baker of cakes and the actions of the staff of The Red Hen.

I'll agree with Ford on this one. No brainer.

This is what I grew up doing on a lake just like this up in cottage country. Canada Day meant just being out in the wilds, preferably on the water, (I loved chasing loons in my canoe and could get very close to them if I was silent) topped off by a family meal and a marshmallow roast on a rock by the lake. A lot of night-time frog hunting on those nights, catch, admire, release. 

Those gold-flecked eyes. Such natural beauty in the common Ontario Leopard Frog. 

 Hey, Zap! This one's for you!

A local island beach as tide goes out. As much as I love living beside the ocean, the beaches do not stir me as the smaller bass- and trout- filled freshwater lakes of Ontario.


Is that Chelsea he is groping?

The reason? This lovely woman was not happy with her food and bit off the owner's ear!

Heaven looks like this.

From a parody account.

This woman has turned down every request from Christian and Catholic folk but magically made this happen. It's... like magic!

I pray this one is just another sick joke.

By now, you’ve all heard the tale of Permit Patty, the San Francisco woman who called the cops on an 8 year-old girl for selling bottled water in front of her home; calling the cops on black kids doing normal kid stuff seems to be a big trend among the pasty these days. It’s also interesting to note that Patty is also a Hillary Girl; it figures that she’s a Demanding To Talk To The Manager kinda gal. Talk about the banality of tyranny; the American Stasi has turned out to be a bunch of middle-aged white women with mobile phones.

Angry rhetoric encouraging Lefties to seek out and harass those with whom they have ideological disagreements has gotten way out of hand.  

Things are so bad that following Maxine Waters spittle-flecked demands for mob actions against members of the Trump administration (and presumably Trump voters), that Nancy Pelosi ~ no stranger to ugly rhetoric herself ~ had to step up to condemn the Democratic representative's threatening words.  

For lack of a better term, we'll call Mad Maxine's law-abusing minions "Lynch Mobs," as a tip of the hat to Loretta Lynch's long stint of corrupting the DOJ along ideological lines. And really, who needs due process these days before attacking those who you don't want sharing your community, your government, your restaurants, or your drinking fountains? 

Meanwhile, the mainstream media is doing its level best to clamp down on this dangerous excess of unthinking hatred...
Mike Luckovich won a Pulitzer for drawing brain dead crap like this. Even so, if you see him and his family dining in a restaurant please don't pee in his soup. Unless, of course, you can get video. 

Only kidding! They're ramping the whole fake situation up by ignoring Trump's many accomplishments while calling him ~ and us ~ Nazis, and they won't be satisfied until there's actual blood running in the streets. And they don't care whose blood it is ~ they'll be able to spin it the way they want (against Trump and against America) no matter who assumes room temperature.

When an entire political party is so out of ideas that they resort to calls for violence, we should all be afraid. Not afraid for ourselves as conservatives, libertarians, or simple patriots (in violent confrontations, pussy hats, placards, and smart phones will prove to be of surprisingly little tactical value in the face of second amendment tools), but rather afraid for our country itself. 

No enemy can defeat us from without...but there can be no winning another civil war. 

And we are very near the point where law enforcement should be enthusiastically used to curtail the Constitutionally unprotected hate speech that is calling for such. The laws are, after all, already on the books: 

  US Code 2101 on Riots:
(a) Whoever travels in interstate or foreign commerce or uses any facility of interstate or foreign commerce, including, but not limited to, the mail, telegraph, telephone, radio, or television, with intent~
(1) to incite a riot; or
(2) to organize, promote, encourage, participate in, or carry on a riot; or
(3) to commit any act of violence in furtherance of a riot; or
(4) to aid or abet any person in inciting or participating in or carrying on a riot or committing any act of violence in furtherance of a riot;
and who either during the course of any such travel or use or thereafter performs or attempts to perform any other overt act for any purpose specified in subparagraph (A), (B), (C), or (D) of this paragraph~ [1] Shall be fined under this title, or imprisoned not more than five years, or both.

This cartoon speaks the truth.

Am I horribly naive to be disgusted by minds that think in this manner and speak of such obscenities in a very public forum to an adoring (albeit shrinking) audience?

An oldie but a goodie. Classic.

Fears growing over prospects of peace. How very Liberal...

Facebook sends out private polls to various readers. In this case they sent the above to a journalist who was so shocked by the content that he exposed it immediately. In this instance the poll concerned acceptability of pedophile imagery being exchanged by an adult male and a minor female.

Not really. 


So often I paddled home under these very circumstances. Looks like an August moon. I did not use a light. Once I was shot at because the very small noises my craft made in the dark had the shooter thinking he was drawing on a pesky beaver. These animals did a fair bit of damage with their poor engineering skills and cabin rooftops. 

Oh, the shooter was my Dad. 

Yep, good Canadian memories.