Thursday, 30 June 2016

Goodby Garrison

Last night it was a clear and mild one with enough background noise to be interesting. Unlike the night before when death made a visit. A rabbit, by the sounds of it, got caught by "something" possibly a fox or a coyote and was killed. It's cries went on and on until finally all was quiet. This morning it was the sound of lawn equipment that rousted me from my peaceful slumber. It seemed like there had been some sort of meeting and everybody decided to get their yard work done around eight thirty. Kinda good in a way, I have been sleeping to late these days and there are things to do places to go.

This morning I was sifting through the various news media when I came across a little story about a guy named Garrison Keillor. For those who don't know him, Mr. Keillor is a simple old fashioned story teller. Up here in the Great White North his equivalent would be Dan Needles who writes about the goings on in a fictional township north of Toronto, Canada.
An example of Mr. Keillor's work... Guy Noir

Sadly Mr. Keillor has chosen to end his stage show and devote himself to writing. He has a gift for making people laugh in a kind and gentile way that very few can match. I used to listen to his radio show on NPR when it was quiet at night while at work. It was the kind of entertainment that is very rare these days. Oh well at least there will still be his writing.

In other news one of the Brexit authors, movers and shakers has bowed out of a possible leadership bid. Boris Johnson, the used case salesman of British Parliament, has come to terms with the fact that he is well and truly screwed himself.

Have to say that seeing the photo in this story it has to be the most American accident I have seen in a long time. 

The only thing that is missing with this story about a guy being towed behind a sinking boat going round and round is a video and the theme music from the Benny Hill Show. Before you ask, yes alcohol was involved.

It's starting to look like Alaska is slowly turning into Florida only with ice and snow in the winter. Here we have a story about a guy who has an accident while driving impaired,.that's not really news... Where it gets strange was when the police found a body in the trunk of his car. Crap!  

This is another one, with video goodness, that needs the Benny Hill theme music. Remember if you are going to try and out run the law at least be in something that can out run the law. Seriously.

OK... and that's a wrap for me from up here North of Disorder.  


Wednesday, 29 June 2016

The latest fad...

Yesterday I was in a sorry state, a sad sorry little man with the world on his shoulders. Today not so much and the big difference... sleep. I was up and at 'em at eight thirty this morning to a sunny day. Chores done by nine, yep it's looking (so far) like today will be one of the good days. After I put this puppy to bed I'm going to get out and get some work done on the new/old trailer. It looks like the weather will cooperate for a change with the temps staying in the moderate range and no rain, at least so far. Well here's hoping anyway...

I was looking around and found some links to put up. Some are funny, some... not so much. Anyway I hope they amuse you. 

Remember the shaming of dogs that was all the rage a few months ago all over the net? Well that is now sooooo passé. One of the people whose blog I follow (Joel over at The Ultimate Answer to Kings) raises chickens and some of those are a little bit of work. Well as luck would have it today's hot new fad is shaming chickens. This means I will get to see some new photos from Joel soon. 

When I see stories like this, I can't help but ask how the hell my generation managed to survive childhood. Soon everything will be taken away for our children's safety, every playground will be a simple flat area covered in foam rubber with no play apparatus. Ah screw it. I'm going to go find an old Jarts game with the metal tips on Ebay, buy it and play it.  Never mind, they don't sell them with metal tips any more even on Ebay, darn.

Remember that old joke... What goes clippity clop, clippity clop, clippity clop, BANG,  clippity clop, clippity clop?  An Amish drive by shooting. Well it ain't no joke anymore

Meanwhile the last of the escapees in Hyde Park has been captured.

New sign at Que/Ont border
Back in nineteen seventy four I ran away from home in Quebec and joined the circus military. I was from the Provence of Quebec and was part of the great English Diaspora that was taking place. Since then I hadn't really thought about who is leaving that province but it looks like the exodus continues. I guess the sign at the Ontario/Quebec border needs to be changed. 

I read this little story earlier about a speech "The Donald" made regarding NAFTA and how, if elected, he will rip it up. One of the comments in it about his remarks struck home. It described Donald Trump as being economically illiterate. Seeing him at the podium is very reminiscent of half a dozen other dictators who were good orators in the course of history. Seeing "The Donald" using the Big Lie approach and the people who fall for it is mildly disturbing. Only mildly since I am not an American. I just hope our leaders are smart enough to diversify our trade so if he wins his leadership doesn't effect us too much.

Well that''s about all for me today from up here North of Disorder.        


Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Another day older

I woke up (that's a good thing, yes?) this morning around eleven after a not so good sleep. Damn side was bugging me enough to make it hard to nod off and my last look at the clock before I did doze off showed it was almost five in the morning. I woke up to a grey day which was good because that was how I was feeling, grey. It's all moot, sooner or later the stones will be zapped out of existence and gone... I hope.  Anyway these are my issues not yours so for now I shall do my best to suck it up. 

Here are a few links for your enjoyment.  

One of the characters that I really enjoyed reading and watching was (is) James Bond. Good old 007, master spy with a license to kill. Turns out that the movie version got it wrong about his drink of choice, it wasn't the vodka martini. Mind you having read all the books I already knew this. 

Remember that scene in Raiders of the lost arc at the end in the huge warehouse? Did you know in the States there are around six locations, all of which are top-secret scattered around the country. These locations are not for the storage of magical things, it turns out that the US Government believes in prepping. I wonder just what medical catastrophe they are prepping for? 

Speaking (writing) of James Bond it turns out that Rolls Royce is developing ships that the head of SPECTER would love. Unmanned ships to ply the seas, just what the super villeins ordered.

Nothing makes your day as
exciting as a hammer head
So there you are, a nice day out and about fishing. You start to haul in your line and... OH MY GOD!!! IT'S IN THE BOAT! GET IT OUT, GET IT OUT!

Hey, who says gun control in New York isn't working? Personally I think these guys could try out for a Pirate movie or something by Quentin Tarantino.

Looking at the state of the education system in the United States, I can see why this has become a thing. It may be the only prom these guys ever get to go to. 

On a more serious note, here is the author of the Brexit debacle. This is a man in need of accountability for what he did given the fallout of his actions. He is a modern-day Joseph Goebbels who is a master of the Big Lie which 51.9% of Britons fell for.

Monday, 27 June 2016

Better late than never...

Looking at the clock on the side of my personal confuser I see that I'm a tad late with this post. Don't worry there will be questions asked later. I shall be the inquisitor and the defendant in this investigation. See it is good that I do talk to myself after all isn't it or this could get awkward. 

Today was a weird one. It started with tossing and turning last night so there wasn't a lot of sleep action involved. Went to our excuse of a big town and had a meeting with the industrial vampires to give some of my blood. Then after a light lunch I thought, nap. What the heck I will just have a short snooze and all will be right with the world. My wonderful wife came up a short time later and said those magic words... "Honey, it's after five. " Well I roused myself from my rendition of rip van winkle and got up. 

So here we are with the day basically shot to hell. Oh well, sucks to be me. Anyway here are a couple of links for you. 

The other day I posted a link about a Chinese driver who was pulled over and ticketed for having no front wheels on his truck. Well I guess this sort of thing happens more often than I realized. Seriously...
Whose afraid of the big, bad cat?

You ever eat something an a few hours later you are suffering from a bout of flatulence? Me too! Usually I just laugh it off but if you play soccer then it can be an issue. Yes there are those who take the game very seriously so keep your stinky old farts to yourself, or else...

Cats, like them or not it's your choice. Personally I have had cats underfoot for a long, long time. There have been times where dealing with my little furry friends has been a chore. I have been scratched on a regular basis and even occasionally bitten. Never have I been afraid of a cat to the point of calling 911 like these pussies fools.

Well I think that's enough fun for the day. I promise to try and get this blog out earlier. But... That's it for me from up here North of Disorder.

Sunday, 26 June 2016

2016... Earth Abides

Strangely enough this morning I was wide awake around half past six. Yes that's is an ungodly hour but the fact remains I woke up. By quarter past seven I had come to terms with the realization that sleep would not be dragging me back too the land of slumber so there I was... awake. 

Lately I really haven't been getting up that early, boasting about getting up around ten or so. I had forgotten what a different world early morning is on a weekend. The neighbors haven't started with the lawn mowers and other power tools. There isn't the rush of people headed to work in their loud cars as the go past the house. It's just quiet, peaceful and nice. The only problem now is that I can't have a coffee until my wife gets up. The coffee maker has a built in grinder that is loud enough to wake the dead. Oh well that's the price I have to pay for good coffee I guess. 

I have been looking at the web these last couple of hours seeing what is going on. The Brexit foolishness is still going on and it looks like it ain't going to stop anytime soon. There are a lot of Brits who are down in their cups these days. Can's say that I really blame them that much. Their biggest weakness was to believe what they were being fed by politicians. Oh well they made their bed now they will have to sleep in it I guess.  

Meanwhile in China we have this little story about a trucker bringing his truck in for repairs. The only real issue the police officer who stopped the truck had was the two front wheels that were missing.

Over in the UK they believe in punishing a crime and they will not simply let it go if the bad guy is dead. Kinda like beating a dead horse but that's the Brits for you.

Speaking (writing) of crime it is a big issue in Alaska. There is a rampant theft of street names taking place. Name the street something cool aaannnnnndd it's gone.

Well now that my wife is up and coffee made I am going to have a cup then grab a shower (how does one "grab" a shower?) then get out and face the world. It is such a beautiful day I suspect there will be some sort of watery adventure in the offing later. That's all for me from up here North of Disorder. 

Saturday, 25 June 2016

Sit back and enjoy the ride

Saturday, sunny warm wonderful Saturday with things to do and places to go. Today there will be alcohol, cooked animals fun and frivolity  served up with the visit of a few friends and our niece. I'm looking forward to it. These days I have been a little in the doldrums and this, I hope, will get me out of feeling down. 

Over the last day or so I have been monitoring the events in  Europe (like there is a lot I can do, sure) and I see it is starting to  calm down a bit. For a while there it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. This morning I was lucky to see some risk analysis from Stratfor that shines a pretty good light on the subject. Even though I don't subscribe (they want how much?!?!) their analysis is very good. You may just want to down load "What Brexit Means for the World," it is well worth the time and free. I also got another analysis from "my guy" at the bank and it pretty much sums up what is said on Stratfor. 

One place where I'm glad I am not living as a retired guy is the UK. As a friend put it yesterday  "To all the over fifty crowd that voted for exit you should look at your investments and ask yourself 'what have I done?' " Yes these are interesting times. So for me and you it's time to strap on the seat belt and enjoy the ride.

 So much to do, so little time, gotta run. That's about all from up here North of Disorder.

Friday, 24 June 2016

Waves in a pool

The English Bulldog wins
I've been up for a little while now trying in vain to digest what I stayed up for and watched last night.  Brexit. The shock waves are rebounding around the world now like waves in a pool. The imitate results were a huge drop in the British pound and a drop in the Euro. On a personal note the drop in the euro, if it holds, will be nice for when we visit Germany this fall. All I can say for certainty right now is the next two years of negations between the EU and UK are going to be interesting. In the wings there are other countries that are not so pleased with the EU and this could be the start of it all unraveling. Given how interconnected the world is I hope this isn't like a starting chapter in a dystopian novel. I like to read them but I would not want to live one.

Well here are a few links for you. 

A bit of good news from Halifax. A ninety four year old vet, who has had to fight for a bed at federally-funded Camp Hill Veteran's Memorial hospital in Halifax, has won and will get to die in peace. This is a fight the old fellow should never have had to make. 

It hasn't been twenty four hours since the votes were counted in Britain and already there are those trying to pick the bones.  

In England this is true now more than ever.
If we Look at the searches on google about Brexit that were made by the British voters is added to Nigel Farage (leader of the Exit side) basically admitting that he lied to get Britons to vote exit this is more true then ever. Well the Brits have made their bed and now will have to sleep in it. 

I have to admit something, I'm not a big fan of heights. I have never been able to step out onto the glass bridge at the CN Tower for example, even knowing I am totally safe.  Here is another such ride that I will never, ever experience. Why? These things are built by the lowest bidder and if you look at it from that standpoint, think of the space shuttles. Remember what happened to some of the space shuttles?  Boom... 

Well that's about all for me today. I'm off to cut grass then work on my new/old trailer. Signing off from up here North of Disorder.

Thursday, 23 June 2016

Another year, another reenactment

I was up early today because I promised my lovely wife that I would have coffee ready for her when she got up. Today is an auspicious occasion, it is the reenactment of her 29th birthday. When I got up I did the old quiet as a ghost thing and got coffee ready, her gifts out and a reasonable facsimile of a birthday card made. 

Later, when she finally decided to grace the world with an appearance, I gave her gifts and fed her coffee to which she was very happy. I'm just not sure what she liked better the gifts or the coffee. The game plan for the day is later we are going out for ice cream and sit on the dock of the bay (hummm there could be a song in that... never mind it's been done) and enjoy it. Tonight it's dinner at a nice place in town where the beer is cold and the is food excellent

Tomorrow I'm going to resume work on the new/old trailer. I found out one thing about it yesterday, the guy who built it had a sense of humour. It took the better part of an hour and a half to just take the lid off. The builder used 3/4 inch plywood and 5/4 by 4" to put it together. As well he used four different types of screw heads and the wrong type of bolts. He used carriage bolts with a square base designed to sit in a square hole and not turn when the nut is turned. This is wonderful when the bolt is in metal, not so good in wood and everything is covered with a thick layer of paint. Using the power driver simply made the bolt/nut turn as one. The work around wasn't pretty and involved an air cutoff tool, a flat head screw driver, a socket wrench and a lot of cussing. I used a air cut off tool to cut a line in the end of the bolts then used a flat head screwdriver to stop the bolts from spinning while using a socket on the nut. Tomorrow, because  everything is covered with a thick layer of paint, I have to pick up some stripper... not the fun kind, the paint kind. I figure in a week or so I should have the modifications done. What's that sound? Oh, it's just God laughing at me. 

Well that's about enough for now from me up here North of disorder.

Wednesday, 22 June 2016

Links Day

From where I slouch sit there really isn't that much going on. This morning I utilized a little technology to let my wife know I was awake. I sent a text from bedside simply saying I was awake and she could start the coffee... and she did! Ain't life grand? Today we have set aside for some much needed housework. The pile of laundry and other things that need attending to will be attended to. Depending upon how fast I get through the chores I may have a little time to work on "little red," may new/old trailer conversion. We shall see how the day progresses. Anyway for now here are a few links to tide you over. 

I saw this story a very short time ago and had to share. It starts off with a bigoted Baptist minister and ends with an eviction. Yes paybacks are a bitch. 

There are some dads who simply don't give a rat's behind and then there are dads who cant do enough for their kids. This is the story of a dad who is the latter type.  

Personally I have been a fan of Monty Python for a long time but this is silly.

This week we were treated to another incredible extremely rare  event... again

So lets go shopping I can just feel my arteries starting to harden now. Meh. who wants to live forever anyway? 

So let's go to the ball game. Maybe do a little tailgating and listen to a few tunes. What's that you say? I can't hear you...

Well that's about all the fun I can stand for now. Tomorrow I will have more but for now that's all from up here North of Disorder.

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Birth of a New Day

After a restless night it took several attempts to rouse this lazy old man from his peaceful slumber. The first attempt took place sometime in the middle of the night, around seven-thirty AM I think. Seeing it so nice bright and cheery outside I chose to turn over and great the new day on my own grumpy terms and not Mother Nature's smiling one. Attempt number two came a little before eleven and, feeling guilty at wasting the day, I chose to evict myself from my blanketed womb and into the harsh reality of a sunny new day.

Yesterday was one of those “if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans” kinda days. I went down to the semi big city and picked up the stuff I needed to deal with “odeur de field mouse.” I picked up a new cabin filter for the truck to replace the mouse urine soaked one. I wasn't sure about the size so I did the un-guy thing and asked. The youngster at the parts desk gave me a number and I went and found it. To my eye the replacement didn't look right so I asked the kid once more and once more he assured me it was the one. At the truck I tore off the wrappings and found the filter was too big. The kids response: “Sorry we can't take that back because we can't resell it.” Actually it was more my fault than his because I could have test fitted the filter without unwrapping it from the plastic. 

I picked up the other items with no hassle and went home. I grabbed some water and took five then in the driveway, I started to work. Yesterday was one of those hot enough to melt led kinda days. With that heat always comes the risk of thunderstorms. I had just got everything out of the truck when I felt the first drops and there was a faint sound of thunder. So everything went back in the truck real fast and back to the house I went. After the storm passed and I had a little dinner I was able to deal with the residuals of Mr. Mouse. Today my wife took the truck into town for an appointment so I will learn shortly how effective my treatment of the problem was. Pray for me...

Well that's about all for me from up here North of Disorder.

Monday, 20 June 2016

The Heat is On

And now for the continuing adventures of...

Yesterday wasn't too bad a day. It was one of those hot and hazy, lazy days with a heat alert that we were going to take full advantage of. I finished yesterdays edition of the blog and had a little lunch then we got ready to go out. Being Father's Day our first stop was the cemetery. Next, according to the game plan, was a visit with a friend for a pot luck type dinner and swimming in her pool. 

The game plan got tossed into the dumpster when we got to the truck. A smell, stench really, smacked me in the nose like a heavyweight fighters punch. They were back, field mice had once again invaded my truck. Transplanted city boy that I am, I just couldn't help but wonder why the hell field mice just don't stay in the damn field.
Silently watching, waiting for the chance to infiltrate...

A quick look around the cab and I noticed two small grey fuzzy things near my feet squirming, newborns, so I took care of this first by returning them to the forest where they belong, yes ladies alive. I'm not that cruel. Next up was a check of the engine air filter which was clean as a whistle. Looks like my screen on the intake had at least worked there. Next was the cabin air filter and that's where their little home was.

I removed the mouse urine coated cabin filter then looked at the nest. Thought for a few seconds then cursed a bit and returned to my home and retrieved the vacuum. Yes the recently, after so much drama, fixed vacuum which I now really needed. I cleaned out the nest as well as I could and told my wife no AC until I replaced the cabin filter replaced. Remember that heat alert, ya it was hot enough to melt lead and here we were with the first world problem of no AC.

Well such is life I guess. With this behind us we went out and did our thing. I was a little uncomfortable but somehow we managed. At our friends place that pool was a very nice way to bring the body temp back to normal.

On today's agenda is a visit to the semi big city for a replacement cabin filter and some stuff to take care of the residue of the stink and replacing of that cabin filter. I also plan on getting some peppermint oil and putting cotton balls soaked in it around the truck. The little fuzz balls hate this stuff so I'm hoping it will keep them away. Once again it's hot enough to melt led out there so I don't plan on doing a lot aside from these little chores. Summer and the heat is on.

Well that's about all from up here North of Disorder.

Sunday, 19 June 2016

Happy Father's Day

To all of you Dads out there Happy Father's Day. I don't have any kids and my two Dads (father and father-in-law) are gone but that doesn't mean it shouldn't be a good day for you guys. And kids, take this day and every day while your Dad is still around to let him know how you feel. Very few things are worse that having regrets later for things left unsaid, undone. This afternoon my wife and I are going to visit my Father-in-law, or at least where he was laid to rest. My Father-in-law, my friend passed on a few years ago and these days (I hope) he is armored advisor to God him (her?) self. It's times like these that I really miss him.

Well that's made me sad so here are a few links to brighten the mood.

Public service announcement... Later on there will be questions from your children as they grow up. This is one of those things you really don't want to explain, so don't be this guy

By the same token it is OK to have a bit of fun with the kids, just remember that one day in the far future you will be asked... Why Dad, why?

Here is a good and bad story. It starts with a bad thing, a car crash that puts a student in a coma so a graduation was missed. The story progresses to a good thing being done by friends when the long sleep ends. Very cool. 

Last, but never least for you guys and gals who don't have kids in the normal sense. You can now celebrate, party or just tie one on with your kitties. Hopefully dogs are next on the list. 

Well lunch is calling and I have to go. That's a wrap from up here North of Disorder.

Saturday, 18 June 2016


Today is a bittersweet one. The sun is shining in a perfectly clear blue sky, warm bordering hot. The northern hemisphere is advancing into the summer season. It's a few days from my beloved wife's birthday and today is the anniversary of my friend, my mentor; my Father-in-law's internment. It's times like last night where we were sitting around on the porch having a few beers, laughing and joking that I miss him the most. RIP Dad...

Last night we had a few friends over, it was Friday and that's a time to unwind from the stresses of the week. Have a few beers, have a few laughs, have a few more beers, well you know how that goes and if you don't please feel free to come down from the monastery where you reside and join us.

This morning I was woken up by the sounds of the coffee grinder (good) and an industrial wood chipper (not so good). I'm glad it was the coffee grinder that jolted me back to the land of the living first. Waking up to a wood chipper sound and the “Hey whats that sound? OMG they're feeding me into a wood chipper!!!” feeling is not so nice. A neighbor is in the process of getting rid of some trees he took down to make way for a swimming pool. The only thing that would make today even better will be when my teeny tiny hangover goes away.

Since today is supposed to be “hotter than a snake's ass in a wagon rut” hot I'm not really planning on doing that much. With the “planning on not doing much” theme in mind here are a few links.

I read this story earlier and my first thought was; why wouldn't you want to sneak a large lizard like an iguana into a courtroom?" I wonder what this person's thought process was at the time. 

It was nice to read that there was no bitterness in this divorce.  

Over the last sew days since that horrible tragic mass murder on Florida there have been some very vile rants about it being "Gods wrath" and some such nonsense. I'm glad to read about this Pastor and his counter point. I wish there were more like him.

The age old problem... Decisions, decisions... Ah, just pick 'em all

Well that's about it for me from up here North of Disorder.

Friday, 17 June 2016

Aannnddd I'm Up

Puddie Tat on the hunt
Cats are solitary animals mostly except when they are not. Usually the solitary aspect of a cat's nature changes like Dr Jekyll into Mr. Hyde without the potion. This transformation mostly happens when it is the most advantageous to the cat and least advantageous to you.

Take last night for example. 

Puddie Tat having made sure
all is clear returns to bed
I settled in around midnight figuring to be up and at 'em, or at whomever, around eight or nine in the morning to get some work done on the to-do list. My little fur ball settles beside me and off to slumber land. we go Just after sunup, while I am sawing logs, my little fuzz ball hears birds so she springs into action with yours truly as the spring board. I wake with a start to see her at the window chattering at the birds. Understand that my cat has the attention span of a gnat, so a short time later as I'm drifting back into la-la land she springs back on the bed with me as the landing pad and I am now toast for the day. 

Yesterday I returned to the scene of the incompetence where my vacuum was being repaired. I had girded my loins and  was ready for combat. I walked in to the pit of vipers and was greeted with a cheery hello. The new receptionist smiled and took my paperwork, fetched my vacuum, printed a copy of the completed work order for their files and I was off. No fight, no drama, no problems. I left and went shopping to bleed off some of the fight or flight adrenaline.  

Here are some links for you...

The other day I got a text from one of the neighbours about a bear. She had spotted a black bear at the end of her driveway checking out her garbage. I texted her back with some advice and all was well. I guess seeing a black bear sniffing at your trash is one thing but looking out and seeing a black bear on the railing of your deck is something totally different. So in the end I guess it could have been worse.

When I was a kid in school I sure wish this had been around.  

So let me get this straight... Leave the country, avoid paying any tax provincial or federal on anything you earn, demand the right to vote and have a say in how the money you don't contribute to is used. Well that looks fair

I guess the next step will be issuing cuffs, batons and giving self defence training to these employees.

One of the things I have seen in action is the law on unintended consequences. Here we have a perfect example of that law in action

All I have to say is nothing makes a solemn occasion even more so then screaming revolution and  attacking the Provincial premier.

 Well that's about all I got for now from up here North of Disorder. 

Thursday, 16 June 2016

The End of the Line

My alarm clock went off at eight this morning, well actually not my alarm clock but the neighbour's construction people started then. They are putting in a pool and getting some landscaping work done to make their new home theirs. My only issue with this process is the back up alarm on the machines they are using and they back up a lot. 

The big excitement for this wonderful sunny day is it's finally the end of the line for the vacuum saga. I received a call yesterday letting me know it was all fixed so I'm going to go get it this afternoon. I'm waffling now about if I should file a complaint with LG because of all the drama that has gone along with this repair. I guess it all depends upon how I'm treated when I get to the shop.  

I was looking at the news this morning and have a few links for you. Some of this is funny and some, well... not so much. 

The Liberals in Ottawa have chosen to side with the obstructionists in the inter provincial trade restrictions war between provinces. I'm surprised that the Liberals would take this stance since they say they are champions of free trade. I guess the only free trade the Liberals are fighting for is only between countries not provinces.

Under the file heading "Last on out please turn off the lights" we find that the Nova Scotia Green Party is closing up shop. Poor Elizabeth May the federal leader of the Greens is saying hold let's not be too hasty. Here statement sounds a lot like that line from Monty Python's The Holey Grail: "But I'm not dead yet" just before the poor guy gets his brains knocked out.  How the demise of a political party, any political party for that mater, can be see as bad is beyond me.

Back in the day from nineteen seventy four until the very end of nineteen eighty I was a fire fighter so this story strikes me a funny, sorry. It's about fire prevention guys getting smacked on the head by irony, yes their van caught fire. Not to be out done there was this from the Vancouver fire department about one of their fire boats. There will be a slight delay in the delivery of the boat to the Fire Department.

I read this story and all I could think of was there must have been a mistake. The person must have been doing a little research for their next book.

Remember that old phrase "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?" Well it looks like hell hath no fury like a woman who finds out her boyfriend is HIV positive. Note when you watch the video, as I know you will, turn the sound down.

Have you ever wondered what the play book is when presidential candidates square off?  Well here is the Clinton playbook for her battle with Trump.

Looking across the pond at the impending referendum in England we see the two sides are out in force and it's getting serious. One British MP has found out just how serious after a constituents meeting she was accosted outside and shot. The first reports said it may have been a knife attack but who knows so who really knows what's going on until the media fog lifts.

 Well that's about all from up here North of Disorder.  


I just go home from picking up my vacuum (more in tomorrow's post) and went on line. Yes I really don't have a life, OK. Anyway, I was surprised to learn that the British MP that had been shot has died. There are all sorts of smart ass, pithy things I could write right now but I'm going to let it go with one exception. England has some of the toughest firearms control laws on the books anywhere and yet this happens. What this says is simple, all the restrictions in the world will not stop the crazies. 

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Time Keeps on Slipping

Time keeps on slipping away these days. I've been looking at all the twits on Twitter this morning. A glance at my watch tells me that I am going to have another time crunch if I want to get anything done. One thing I may have to do is start an actual to-do list with objectives because the list I have now is sitting in my head next to the word meh and that's not a good thing. You know being retired isn't as easy as one would think. After I post some links with this I'm off to the wilds of my back yard where I am going to start working no my new/old trailer.

Looking at the news I see that we are slowly coming to the end on the innocence with regard to Russia. Sad really, one of the places that I had wanted to visit was Moscow. Kidding aside, I wonder if this is just scare tactics or if it's serious. With the lead times for military hardware procurement and the pitiful size of our military we could be screwed. 

The news is out, the cop who ordered the mass detainment during the G-20 meeting in Toronto has had his wrist slapped. While it is slow the wheels of justice still grind along. Sadly for him along with the loss of pay comes the blot on his service record. He will probably never see a promotion while still on the force and when he retires the chances of his finding a new job are almost nil. Personally while I don't feel that much sympathy, I think he was a fall guy for the bosses who stood by as things unfolded and didn't say anything.

Well now that lunch is done, so am I. From up here North of Disorder over and out. 

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Three Hours

When the tragic events took place in Orlando on the weekend one fact that a lot of people are choosing to ignore is starting to raise it's head. In any emergency when seconds count the police are minutes or in this case three hours away. Now stop and think about that for a moment, three hours away.  When I was still working it took me one hour and forty five minutes to drive one hundred and twenty nine kilometres to work
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In Florida I am given to believe that in bars and nightclubs there is legislation in place that prevents patrons from carrying a concealed firearm. I can see the flawed reasoning here. There is the risk of a drunk shooting up a place. This reasoning is based upon the logic of arrogance, predicting peoples behaviours based upon wishful thinking not on reality. For example one can go to an axe throwing event and bring beer to drink while tossing axes at targets. Yes, throw axes while drinking beer. With the logic employed in Orlando there should be a lot of axe injuries or fatalities but there aren't.

The saddest thing about all this is the needless loss of 49 lives. I wonder how many would have survived if not for that three hour delay, if not for the restrictions placed on the club sheep patrons.  The lesson from this is simple, in an active shooter event don't count on outside help. The odds are help will be coming about as quickly as the glaciers in Greenland are retreating. You can do one of two things, cower in a hidden spot in a pool of you own fear generated urine and wait to die or act.

That's about all for this subject from me. I'm signing off from up here North of Disorder. 

Monday, 13 June 2016

Monday Musings and Links

I'm sure that you heard about the mass murder in Orlando the other day, I sure have. The discussion has been dominating the Twitter-verse since then. The act of murdering over 50 people is something that I will never be able to grasp.

There are those who want "military style" firearms banned. This looks, at first blush, like a good idea, except... He could have used any number of hunting grade firearms or, failing that, he could have caused as much carnage with a stolen dump truck

Some people are ranting about how he was able to buy the guns. To buy handguns in the United States there are background check's that have to be done and passed. The FBI looked at him several times but didn't find anything to haul him in on or deny him access to guns.  

There are those who want all Muslims deported. Well this too is an interesting point except for the minor fact that the shooter was an American citizen.

There are those who say we are at war and need to "deal with this threat" sooner rather then later and there are those who have their heads buried in the sand. The "kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out" crowd are the folks that frighten me. I understand the logic in their call for proactive measures but if history has shown us anything, it's that proactive responses by government agencies tend to suffer from mission creep.  

The shooter (I refuse to dignify him by using his name) targeted a LGBT bar for this travesty in the name of the Daesh, a group of radical Islamist jihadists. Why were they targeted? Because the LGBT community is an affront to the twisted beliefs of Islam and the Daesh

The thing about mass shootings a lot of people can't grasp are the three things needed for one to take place. The first side of the triangle is a target population that will not defend themselves. In this case it was the LGBT patrons of the night club. The second thing needed is for the police to give the shooter time to do his work. The Orlando police recieved several calls from the shooter before he started his nastiness and it still took three hours for the police to deal with him. The third thing needed is a person who is willing to do the deed with no remorse.   

Niven's Law
So how can a person protect them self you ask? Well there in lies the million dollar question. Crazy people have always been with us , are with us and will be with us forever. That's one of the things about living in a free society.  All you can do is the best you can with whatever you have. 

Well that's about enough from me for now. Signing off from up here North of Disorder.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

The Most Dangerous Man

Today's post is going to be a short one. Lunch is almost done and there are things to get onto like my lawn tractor. My lawn is slowly starting to resemble a meadow and I'm sure the neighbors will start to talk soon.  

I have been following the debate about the proposed changes to the way politicians are elected here in Canada. The biggest issue these days is if there should be a referendum or not. The Conservative Party wants one as does a majority (73%) of Canadians. Meanwhile the Liberals don't


I suspect there are two reasons for this. First any new system will probably favor the other parties where first past the post (FPTP) doesn't and this is a threat to the CP regaining a majority. The second reason not to have a referendum is the majority of Canadians can't be counted upon by the Liberals to vote in favor. The Liberals are afraid of "that guy" as described by H.L.Mencken.

Over the years I have come to one conclusion about politicians. One could say that they are drawn to power like moths are to a flame but I don't think that's true. From the machinations I have seen over the years I believe politicians are drawn to power like a shark is drawn to blood. It is for this reason that there should be a referendum. If nothing more a referendum is a check against a potential power grab. 
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Saturday, 11 June 2016

Saturday Musings

Here we are, the weekend... Hurray! By the way that "hurray" was for you not me. I'm retired (ha ha) and my weekend starts on Thursday and ends on Wednesday, sorry. As per a normal weekend with an airshow being held nearby (C F B Borden) the weather is hazy and a little humid plus there is the risk of thunderstorms. Typical Saturday airshow weather. Woody Allen once said "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans" and boy he was right. Well the big guy is sure laughing now. 

I was told yesterday that my blog entry was a little to mean so today I'm going to try and lighten the mood with a few funny links. 

Here is a tale of jealousy and revenge, A tale of the perpetrator making a fool of his antagonist by making a fuel  of his ride then making a fool of himself by telling the cops. 

Under the heading of "The best laid plans of mice and men" we have this little gem. A group known as the Incognito Bandits did everything right in order to stay incognito except one little thing... Their car wasn't as incognito as it should have been.  Now pay attention too this kids... "Always learn to walk away, live to rob another day."

From the Monty Python department: But I'm not dead yet... 

There are some things that police will do that aren't exactly nice. Then there are some things that police do that are simply wrong, wrong on so very many levels that it is asinine.  I wonder how this is going to play out in front of a judge.

You may think this is a joke but in reality it's not a laughing matter.

I have always had a fondness for cowboys and after reading this, doubly so. 

It's nice to see things looking up for these folks who recently heals a summit up on a summit

If you are going to build and sail an ark (yes ark) it would be a good thing for you to know how to sail an ark

Well that's about all I have for now from up here North of Disorder.

Friday, 10 June 2016

Too Good to be True

I'm a bit of a bear when there is talk about privacy and encroachment on my privacy by door kicking agents of the dawn government agencies. I know that they have their job to do but it is the expansion of their mandate that bothers me. There is a military term for this, mission creep

One of the shining lights in the privacy area for a long time has been BlackBerry. I had one for years and my wife still has one. The only reason I traded mine in was the performance was getting sketchy due to little things like being dropped. I know, my bad. The big reason I had a BlackBerry was the privacy. I liked the knowledge that what I was texting and emailing with my BlackBerry was private, for my eyes and that of the intended recipient. 

There is an old saying "If it's too good to be true, then it probably is" and it looks like this is the case with BlackBerry. It looks like BlackBerry is like the double oh spy who could stand anything... torture, electric shock, drugs, beatings, sleep deprivation et cetera. The only thing he couldn't stand up to was direct questions. Well it turns out that this describes BlackBerry to a tee and the methods they use are coming to light including the ease by which police agencies access the information with the help of the Quislings at BlackBerry. 

My only hope having learned about this gaping flaw in the BlackBerry system is the company will go under as it deserves to do for lying misleading users.

Thursday, 9 June 2016

I Love the Internet

I switched things up a little yesterday, I actually went to bed at a regular hour as opposed to the ungodly times I have been hitting the hay. Oh my goodness what a difference. I was awake at a little before eight this morning and to my surprise the sun was up and shining. Hey who knew the sun was up that early in the day? So it looks like today may, just may turn out to be a good one. Yes I know the old saying about tempting the fates. 

Later today I am going to pay a visit to my old friends at Northern Electronic Services down in Barrie Ontario and once again try to get my LG vacuum fixed. These are the same folks who only have one guy, a "vacuum cleaner repair specialist," who can do the work. My vacuum was with them from March 16 to May 10 and not even looked at. The problem was the "vacuum repair specialist" was on long term disability and nobody else in the company could look at my vacuum. 

The biggest problem in this entire french farce was my being too nice and polite. Well that has ended for me and now the new game plan is to be firm, polite and "scream" my head off if I don't get my way. One of the things I have learned over the years is when a person complains the higher the rank the better and "scream," in this case, means letting that person know there is a problem not tearing his head off. 

I went on the internet searching for a contact at LG who had a high enough  level. The search took a total of around five minuets to do before I hit pay dirt. Now gather round kids, today's lesson is how to search. For searches like this the trick is to figure out the correct search string with quotation marks on the ends and + signs between words. This cuts out a lot of the search BS that one has to go through. The person who I will be unloading on (if there is any more problems) is a guy named Paul Pike, Vice President of Service and Quality at LG Electronic. I really hope not to have to send him a nasty-gram (cc to various media of course) but if I must, I must. Don't you just love the internet?

And now for something completely different...  

I was looking around the web and found this little gem. It appears that a lawyer who works for Mr. Trump and is defending him against the Trump U lawsuit knows what side his bread is buttered on. He is a donor to the Hillery Clinton campaign. I wonder how well "The Donald" is going to take this when he finds out. 

I read this ruling about the Supreme Court of Canada's take on bestiality and I can't think of anything to really say except it is wrong on very many levels. 

Last, but never least, here in my home province Our Fearless Leader Kathleen Wynne has announced another "Five Year Plan." You know what they say... nothing buys bygones quicker then cash even if it is our own cash we are being bought off with. It's ironic that the Ontario Liberals who are a socialist party would use the term "Five Year Plan." That was the term used by the old U.S.S.R. to tout their plans for the development of the national economy of the Soviet Union. Just look at how well those five year plans worked out for the former Soviet Union.

Well that's about all for me for today, signing off from up here North of Disorder.  


Wednesday, 8 June 2016

What's in Your Pocket?

This morning after arising from the dead sleep and going through the morning routine I was getting dressed. Since the temperature outside had dropped to the sub zero single digit  range (as I type this it's 8 deg C) I had chosen to wear long pants which meant re-positioning my every day carry items. As I did this my wife commented that I had a lot of things in my pockets and that got me thinking. 

Every day when I get up one of the things I do is look at my EDC stuff and figure out what I will need during the upcoming period of wakefulness, today was no different. I looked at my EDC stuff and discarded a few items that I suspect I would not need and went downstairs. 

Here are the items that I carry depending upon the to-do list and where I will be during the day. 
  • Swiss Army Pioneer Knife - it has just the right amount of tools on it that I use regularly.
  • A Bic lighter - melting rope ends, using on heat shrink, lighting candles. 
  • Wallet  -  for my "vast wealth"
  • Maglite Solitaire flashlight and a spare battery - My eyes ain't what they used to be.
  • Ear Plugs - For when I'm using various pieces of power equipment.
  • Cleaning cloth for my glasses.
  • Tuff Writer pen - It's a hold over from my security days.
  • Metal container with toothpicks. 
  • My Gray Wolfe challenge coin - for luck.
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  • My cell phone - Long distance, next best thing to being there. 
  • My Ray Ban sunglasses - I have an image to live up to too you know, and
  • My key-ring

So what's in your pocket?

I see that Ms Clinton has wrapped up the Democratic nomination but Bernie Sanders just will not quit. The saddest thing about all of this is that the biggest losers are the American people. On the one side the candidate is a career criminal politician who has engaged in activities that in any other circumstances would have ended in jail time. On the other side is a "business" person with no political experience, who is also scandal prone and is a raciest.  

So my American friends here are the choices for the next four years. Just remember what Woody Allen once said:

“More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.”

With that in mind I hope that you folks down South choose well.  As for me it's time to go. That's all from up here North of Disorder.

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I was going to get my blood work done this morning, so I was up at the crack of nine thirty(ish). After doing the shower thing and making...