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Fighting for your 15 min’s

Wednesday, December 17th, 2008

So the internet is aflame over this freak making a ruckus of not getting a birthday cake with his son’s name on it.  (Did you get all of that?)

Mostly, the problem is the kid happens to be named Adolph Hitler Campbell.  How could the parents have seen anything wrong with that name??  If only we could travel back in time and educate them on just who this Adolph Hitler was, perhaps we could have prevented this.

Or not.  His daughter is JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell.

So this guy has been working really hard now to get this attention.  Three children into this before he was able to get noticed.  That’s not insignificant.  That’s purposeful planning.

I’m pretty much convinced that this was the ultimate goal he was looking for.  I mean, who puts the full name on a birthday cake?

CUSA Doesn’t Like White People!

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

One thing is sure, the members of the CUSA are not Karl Rove.  Or at least not as politically savy.

I guess that’s to their credit.  And I think that’s a text book definition of “damning with faint praise.”

For those not in the know, Carleton University Students Association decided to change the beneficiary of one of their charity drives from Cystic Fibrosis.  Why?  They could have had a multitude of reasons but the one they decided to focus on, the one they specifically mention as point number three, is that it mostly affects white men.

Seriously.

And I quote:

And Whereas Cystic fibrosis has been recently revealed to only affect white people, and primarily men

Remember, Cystic Fibrosis only affects white people.  This child is only modeling the equipment.

Remember, Cystic Fibrosis only affects white people. This child is only modeling the equipment.

Cystic Fibrosis is a death sentence.  There is no cure.  If you have it, you will die from it.  Sooner then you should.  And it’s not a pretty death.

Recently with my bronchitis I got a small glimpse of what it must be like.  I was coughing and spitting “stuff” out of my lungs and trying to make sure it didn’t kill me in the process.  Hell, I’m still on medications for it.  I have a $100 dollar bill in my night table to go towards a Cystic Fibrosis charity once I’m actually cured.  I can not wait till I can drop it off. This stuff is terrible.  It’s been only 2 or 3 months for me so far, can you imagine going 20+ years like that?  Just so you can lose in the end?  It’s the slowest form of drowning I’ve ever heard of.

The Student Union has every right to change what they do charity work for, it might actually be a good idea to expose students to information about other diseases but boy did they screw this up.  They might have had good intentions but they worded it as a racist statement.

Back in my early days in Ottawa I was on a bus ride home from work that had just me and two girls around Junior High age.  They were talking rather loudly (and vapidly) and just using some really rude language.  At one point the driver had enough and asked them to stop with the racists comments.  To which one of the girls replied (outraged):

I’m Latino!  So how can I be racist?!?

Not actually having the guts to speak up to her I thought to myself: “It’s not what you are, sweetie.  It’s what you do.”

(CUSA, feel free to label me a misogynist for referring to a female as “sweetie”.)

“There will be no nuclear accident.”

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

I swear to God, he’s calling down the thunder with this one.

Anita told me about this when she was reading the news.  Politicians are overriding the Canadian Nuclear Safety Commission’s opinion that the Chalk River nuclear reactor should stay closed until it’s safe.

Yes, it’s terrible that the isotopes aren’t there for the medical scans, but this is the sort of thing that’s just not suppose to happen.

Seriously, it’s the sort of the thing your read about happening in the USSR during the Cold War.

How about we do something different?  How about we not throw caution to the wind.  How about we not put all our eggs in one basket.  How about we not run a nuclear power plant which isn’t safe and have a backup for times like these.

Yes, I imagine that it wouldn’t be cheap, but it would be responsible.

I can’t wait to vote these idiots out.

Drive By Shooting

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

Some soulless twit shot a woman in the eye with a paintball gun. And it’s very likely she’s going to lose the eye.

Maybe I’ve been fortunate it my travels but I’ve come across very few people in my life who would just go out and think stuff like that was a good idea. At least in Canada.

Which leaves that (hopefully) small percentage of human offal that thinks that this is cool. These people must be fundamentally broken. It’s the only excuse that they could possibly use to justify even the thought of it.

About 4-5 years ago while I was living in my first apartment in Ottawa I was walking down Meadowlands from the corner store back home with a bag in each hand. I was mostly looking down as I walked but I took a quick glance up for no particular reason and a wet snowball exploded on my neck. Or at least that’s the only thing I could think of as I reeled from the surprise impact.

I had been egged.

And I had been pretty lucky. Since there was no one around me it had to have been thrown from a passing car. I think I took a quick glance but figured whoever did it was already gone by then. So the 40Kph+ shelled projectile mostly struck the hard point of my collar bone so it didn’t actually hurt that much. An inch up and to my left and it would have hit a soft spot on my throat. Which would have hurt a lot.

If I had been as unlucky as this poor woman and caught the egg in the eye, while not as hard as a paintball, there could have been real risk from eggshell shards.

So what kind of worthless person does this kind of thing? What makes them able to do this to another person? Is it violent video games? Too much TV? Unlikely. The only games I play are violent and I’m proud to say I was raised by Television – and there’s no way in hell I’d be a part of stuff like this. Sorry Jack, no easy way out.

I really hope that there’s some justice to this, but I think it’s doubtful. The kids involved in this might not do this again, but I don’t think they’ll really regret it. And it probably also means that they have what it takes to climb the corporate ladder.

The kids these days.

Monday, April 9th, 2007

This must be one of those signs that you’re getting older. (A theme I explore on a daily basis.)

I just don’t understand the “young folk” these days.

Strilchuk, 16, said she and her friends had no life-jackets. When she saw a man clutching one, she pleaded with him to hand it over.

She said she made a fist and punched him in the face when he wouldn’t.

“He was holding it and he was 40 years old and we were kids,” she explained, adding that she pulled the life-jacket from him and gave it to a friend.

Strilchuk said she later punched another man and took his life-jacket for herself.

We were kids is not a justification!

What the hell is wrong with these people?

Mr. Allain just happens to be 40 years old. Some are doing the theoretical math.

I’m a little ashamed that these were Canadian students.

Optimus Prime: Patent Slave

Monday, April 2nd, 2007

This is a total travesty. A total travesty.

Geeks of the world rise up to free Prime!

He’d do it for you and you know it.

Faith and Devotion

Friday, December 8th, 2006

I couldn’t say that I’m among the the devout, I try more to look at the message behind the messiah. If the rapture was held tomorrow I’d be wondering where everybody went.

I’d like to say I was agnostic more then anything else, but I’m not sure I even believe in that.

Aliens, Magic and Life after Death are all things I wish I could believe in.

In any case, I still find it easy to get a good hate on for Righteous Christians. Like Vegetarians, it won’t be long into a conversation before they’re telling you just how Christian they are. These are the people with bumper stickers and bracelets all trying to convince you that they are very Christian. They spout Gay Marriage is WRONG, Pro-Choice means you’re Anti-Life and you’re damned if you don’t do as I say.

It’s kinda sickening. It’s been 2000 years since this poor fella got nailed to a tree for saying:

Hey, wouldn’t it be great if we just went around being nice to each other?

-Jesus

And some people can’t even do that all while saying how much of a follower they are. You’d like to point out the hypocrisy but these people are one Televanglist away from blowing themselves up on street corners in the name of God.

I stubled across these videos that make me think on the subject more:

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Well Happy Birthday to Ross…

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006

A buddy of mine from work today had a birthday…. What did he get for it??? Looks like some random jerk walked by his car dragging a marker behind him.

What the hell? Who does stuff like this?

He was able to get it off with some special car cleaner thankfully. The irony of this is the big thing about turning 25 is that you car insurance goes down.

Yes, I’m invoking the Morissette Irony Clause of the 1996. Back off dictionary Nazis!

This makes me nervous about getting back into the drivers seat.

But without the gun

Saturday, September 23rd, 2006

Canada Shirt and Threadless.com

Awesome T-Shirt at Threadless.

Filipino kid: You are American?
Tourist: No, I’m a Canadian. It’s like an American, but without the gun.

-Kids in the Hall

Like Money for Chocolat

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

Because I signed up for Canada Post’s mail redirect service, I’m kindly getting a year free of Chocolat, Canada’s Shopping Magazine for the Home.

I’ve only flipped through it briefly but I’m almost appalled by what I see. This is a nightmare of Conspicuous Consumption. They show chairs which go, *ahem* , for between $5,643 and $7,593.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Apparently artists/designers explore and push the boundries of morality and ethics in everything but price!

If you’re spending 5 thousand on a chair, not even a sofa, but a CHAIR, do the world a favor and spend it on crack cocaine and enjoy your final moments blitzed out of your mind. The Earth will thank you.

Good Lord, I just flipped to another page and they have a roll of wall paper for $208. A single roll.

Hell, I should throw paint on people, call it Art, and have people pay me for the experience. How does $1G per colour sound?

I’m actually looking forward to the next issue just so I can loath it.

OOOOooohhh!!! Check out the Median box on page 26! Excuse me while I get my credit card……