Yesterday, for the second time in a month, an immigrant who should never have been in the same country as a Canadian steering wheel killed a double-digit number of (mostly white) people.


Yesterday, for the second time in a month, an immigrant who should never have been in the same country as a Canadian steering wheel killed a double-digit number of (mostly white) people.


Don't even get me started on how iPhones only Bluetooth with other iPhones

Business Insider tackles why it's so hard to replace a battery on your iPhone:

It's in Apple's best interest to make sure customers are upgrading to new $700 iPhones instead of extending the life of their current devices with a new $29 battery. About 2/3 of Apple's revenue comes from iPhone sales and Wall Street judges the company on how many iPhones it sells each quarter. On top of this, Apple has been giving customers fewer reasons to upgrade the iPhone each year. New iPhone models have looked the same pretty much since 2014 and the iPhone 8 doesn't have a lot in there to convince people to upgrade from the iPhone 7. And the iPhone X's $1000 price tag has turned a lot of people off from upgrading.
All fine and good, non? It's probably not news to anybody that the Laffer Curve Moore's Law has basically ended and a phone made in 2016 isn't that much better than a phone made in 2018. Other than wear and tear on the device (as you routinely bump your phone around and/or drop it you can cause microfractures and miniscule short circuits which can add up over time), the only need to replace your iPhone is if the battery caves in on you. No real news here.

But then the article by two imbeciles named Kevin Reilly and Steve Kovach goes off the deep end. Like, off the deep end if there was no water in the pool and they damaged their brains:
Even though this process sounds annoying, it's actually better than a lot of Apple's competitors. Samsung, HTC, Motorola, and several other companies have said they don't intentionally slow down their devices to preserve battery life but they also don't make it easy to replace it. It's not like there's a Samsung store you can walk into and get your battery replaced. You have to mail it in.

No, there isn't a "Samsung store" you can just walk into and have them manually replace your cellphone battery. But do you know what Samsung, LG, Motorola, and basically every cellphone manufacturer other than Apple do have? That's right, removable batteries!

Honestly, are people really that clueless? You can pick up the battery while you're picking up the weeks' groceries for crying out loud!


In Soviet San Francisco, Uber Eats YOU

On Sunday night/Monday morning in Arizona, a self-driving car being tested by Uber was involved in a fatal crash in which a 49-year old woman was struck while walking across the street.

There will be tons of thinkpieces and speculatory pieces and blame-assigning pieces coming out about these over the next 168 hours or so, so pace yourself. That includes you, Chief Moir...

Police have viewed footage from two of the vehicle’s cameras, one facing forward toward the street, and the other inside the car facing the driver. Based on the footage, Moir said that the driver had little time to react. “The driver said it was like a flash, the person walked out in front of them,” she said. “His first alert to the collision was the sound of the collision.”

She added, “It’s very clear it would have been difficult to avoid this collision in any kind of mode [autonomous or human-driven] based on how she came from the shadows right into the roadway.”

Safe streets advocates were quick to denounce Moir’s comments as tone deaf, inappropriate, and possibly misinformed. The Tempe Police Department has since walked some of it back, issuing a statement that reads, “Tempe Police Department does not determine fault in vehicular collisions.”
Now what we can do, however, is note some of the curious aspects of the story. Let's start with what the Tempe PD said just now...they do not determine fault in vehicle collisions. Well who does?
Since Arizona is not a no-fault state, car accident forensics often determine who caused an accident and therefore whose insurance company will pay for damages.
Oh. Well then. But then why is the National Transportation Safety Board investigating? Is this a special squad sent out to protect (or crucify?) companies with driverless cars?

Finally, this bit of #FakeNews by the far-left Globe and Mail accidentally reveals what is probably the biggest part of this story...that nobody after the fact could decide what the speed limit on that road was.
The Arizona collision happened on a road with seven driving lanes and two bicycle lanes. The speed limit there is 35 miles an hour, the equivalent of 55 kilometres an hour.
Sorry Oliver Moore, lying reporter but check out some of the other coverage. Here's the Verve article linked at the top of this post:
The vehicle was traveling 38 mph, though it is unclear whether that was above or below the speed limit. (Police said the speed limit was 35 mph, but a Google Street View shot of the roadway taken last July shows a speed limit of 45 mph along that stretch of road.) The driver, 44-year-old Rafaela Vasquez, has given a statement to police.
Now it's possible that the road has changed the speed limit. That's been known to happen, as many a person has been charged with speeding for following the speed limit indication on a navigation device or app.

But here's where all the media seem to have missed the point. It's probable that this dumb hippie cyclist jumped out in front of the automated car inappropriately: their kind do that a lot, you get numb to it. Meanwhile the difference in reality between 35 and 45 is going to be pretty much negligible, as readers of this space are well aware I'm an advocate of driving double the speed limit all the time. But if news agencies after the fact can't agree on a road's speed limit, what chance to driverless cars have? And if you abhore speeding how do you account for the possibility of it happening ignorantly en masse (without the human factor of knowing when your abilities are better than your current speed allows?) More vitally, why don't these pricks get charged with speeding like the innocent guy who followed his TomTom (no chuckles please), or even just went on what he remembered or assumed the speed limit to be?


Happy Saint Patrick's Day 2018

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone. Your humble blogger is currently in an exciting and undisclosed location celebrating this holiest of occasions by embracing two modern traditions that would be totally alien to both St. Patrick and a devotee of his a mere century ago.

The first is drinking. March 17th falls smack dab in the middle of Lent, and Saint Patrick certainly never touched a drop of liquor on this day during his entire life (he did drink whiskey, if Pota Phadraig is to be believed, but wouldn't have drank it during Lent). On the more modern side of the house, Ireland was legally mandated to be dry on St. Patrick's Day until after the Beatles were broken up. But I will drink, even drink green beer, not to mention a shitload of Guinness.

The second tradition is wearing orange in addition to (or even instead of) green. As astute readers of this blog may have noticed, I'm not Catholic. On top of that, not only do I support keeping Northern Ireland as part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, but I think the Republic of Ireland was a mistake in the first place and the UK should have been the totality of both isles. As a result, it's only fitting that I support the orange third of the Irish flag. (I'll probably drink a Black and Tan as well, just to be cheeky). As Pulpit and Pen puts it (profoundly):

First, Patrick wasn’t Irish. Patrick was born in Dumbarton, Scotland, where he was raised to the age of 16. Secondly, Patrick wasn’t Catholic. Patrick’s father was a deacon and his grandfather a pastor in the very early Christian Church of Britain, which had no affiliation whatsoever to the Bishop of Rome.
Put plainly, any attempt to Catholicize Patrick by the church of Rome is pure fiction, made up by the Harlot Beast herself.

In Ireland, Roman Catholics wear green. But Protestants, however, wear Orange (in honor of William of Orange, the great Protestant king). So when you go to that St. Paddy’s day celebration, wear orange and explain to people why; it’s a good opportunity to share the Gospel.

Now all this talk about green and orange and Ireland and beer and whiskey makes me think, naturally, of Corb Lund's first hit "It's Time to Switch to Whiskey (We've Been Drinking Beer All Night).

In the song, he covers a little bit of Irish whiskey drinking. When I was in Ireland a few years back I made sure to start up a round of this song at the bar: there were enough other Albertans around that we could make a solid go at singing it. The key lyrics are:
Well I've heard it said that you can get some heat in Irish pubs
Servin' Jamesons to an Orangeman and Bushmills to his cuz
Well here's what you do with Tullamore Dew, you can meet 'em both halfway
It's time to switch to whiskey they've been drinkin' beer all day
For those of you unfamiliar, Bushmills is distilled in Northern Ireland where the Orangemen are, and Dublin is certainly not a friendly place for Irish Loyalists!

Regular readers may note that I am spelling "whisky" the wrong way in this post. For St. Patrick's Day, especially this one, it's only fitting to spell it "wrong".

However, this lyric bothered me more than a little bit. Having explored Ireland I learned that the song is ridiculously inaccurate...it may explain some of the weird looks they were giving me at that tavern in Dublin (not far, of course, from the Jameson Distillery). A few days later I visited (as you might) the Tullamore D.E.W. Visitor Centre, a leisurely half day drive almost due west of Dublin. The key note here is that Tullamore is smack dab in the middle of The Republic of Ireland (almost literally) but is no closer to the 13 provinces of Northern Ireland than the republican capital is. Both in a geographical sense as you can see in the map below) but also culturally.

The worst thing is that the Tullamore Dew distillery seen in the photo is a historic building dating back to...2014. The original Tullamore Dew ran from 1829 until 1954, after which production moved to County Cork in the far southest of the country and about as far from Northern Ireland as you can be without drowning. While founded by Michael Molloy, the real father of the distillery was one Daniel E. Williams. Williams was born in the Quaker (ie. Protestant) down of Mountmellick but he himself was Catholic. So we have a Catholic "greenie" making a whiskey with a green label that for the last 50 years was produced in the heart of the greenest part of Ireland...and that's "halfway"?

In fairness, Jameson was founded in Dublin but is no longer distilled there...it is instead distilled...in Cork...next door to where Tullamore Dew was made from 1954-2013. So in fairness new Tullamore is closer to halfway to Bushmills compared to the new Jameson distillery, but that only works if you listen to the song now (Corb Lund released it in 2002).

The song is badly written
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Catsmeat Kinsella is not the Ur-example

Somebody nailed the Shiny Pony with the National Lampoon tag a couple weeks back.

Of course, Rat Bastard 2.0 is way dumber than Clark Griswold. Hell he's dumber than Cousin Eddie.


The CBC only publishes racial slurs against the race who overwhelmingly funds them

Today Small Dead Animals posted a story about Red Indians doing the shit that Red Indians so often do: try to bilk productive white people out of the spoils of their labours.

The main thrust of the CBC story by "investigative reporter" Geoff Leo is regarding Red Indians jacking up the leasing fees (before the lease expiration) in order to either generate more revenue or drive the renters away and leave behind their infrastructure improvements. It's a really really shitty story, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.

As an en passant in the story it talks about how the Indian Reservation at Crooked Lake (no, srsly!) recently had an election fight over who would be Big Chief No Fart. The winner was a disgusting piece of shit named Lynn Acoose who was behind this dickhead move. She beat a much more moderate candidate named...oh, wait, sorry, I'm being told over my earbud that in fact she was the moderate candidate. She beat an even more batshit insane Red Indian named Lyle Acoose.

This was apparently an election issue, and Lyle Acoose had something to say about it.

One of her competitors, Lyle Acoose, argued the leases should be ended outright.

He raised concerns about the fact the cottages are mostly occupied by "moonias," a Plains Cree term for white people.

"We had a settlement down there; now it's all moonias down there," Lyle Acoose said in an August 2017 election speech in Regina.
McScuze me? So this candidate was letting loose with racial slurs on the campaign trail and it's just a bit of local colour to deal with the outraged tenant issue as far as the CBC is concerned. At no point was "racial slur" or "racist comment" used in this story. You may notice that "moonias" is often repeated in the CBC story.

So let's look at a different recent CBC story involving racial slurs: a high school bball coach in Dartmouth (ie. Halifax) got called a nigger. Or, in this case, as the CBC calls it...
Lance Sparks, who is African-Nova Scotian, was dropping off supplies at the school Thursday night when a parent pointed out the slur, n----r, on the hood of his car in what appeared to be purple marker or lipstick.
So when the racial slur is against a black guy [or at least a one quarter black guy to look at him... -ed] the CBC will edit the word out of their story and even censor it in the picture. However, when the racial slur is against whites who have dared to make a Red Indian community better, CBC prints it multiple times.

The author who published the racial slurs on the CBC website can be reached at geoff.leo@cbc.ca

You can also file a complaint against Geoff Leo with the CBC Ombudsman at http://www.ombudsman.cbc.radio-canada.ca/en/contact-us/.

. You might notice that the two choices were apparently Lynn Acoose and Lyle Acoose. For all the fears about George W. Bush's brother and William Jefferson Clinton's fake wife being the two choices Americans could have faced in 2016, that doesn't compare to which flavour of incompetent Acoose the Crooked Lake Indian Reserve apparently gets to chooce from. Regular readers of this site may recall that previously we uncovered another Red Indian family that was defrauding white taxpayers as some sort of grim family bonding exercise. At least the Twin Acooses here are just thieves, while the Mitsuing clan in Loon Lake made it rich while little boys burned to death due to their corruption.


Sir John A. was a great Canadian. Red Indians and faggots not so much.

Earlier this week the Sir John A. Public House in Kingston Ontario actually changed their name because a bunch of uppity Red Indian whiners demanded that Canada's first Prime Minister be banished for alleged crimes against their  savage ancestors.

Mark Steyn posted a photo of the craven establishment, and while his article concentrated on the loss of heritage suffered by losing our connections with the past, I noticed a subtle difference between the Google Maps screenshot at the top of this post and the file photo at the top of his.

That's right, this place that panders to the eternal outrage of a primitive child race has no problem insulting normal and moral people by putting up the faggot flag and endorsing people who have made a fundamentally evil lifestyle choice.

In the meantime, call the poofter-loving Injun apologist out on his dumb decision. No, literally.

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This looks legit

I don't remember purchasing anything with "PayPl" but I have drank a lot of rum and eggnog lately...


Boxing Day 2017

As I write this I just got home from a family event in a medium sized Alberta city. Driving with other family members I figured it would be good to listen to some Christmas music, so I turned the radio to 92.5 Power Fresh 92, which has been incessantly playing Christmas music since December 1st.

So of course they don't play Christmas music anymore...as of today, they switched back to soft rock. This is patently ridiculous. I'm not the only person in my circle of friends who had family dinners today as well as yesterday, and whether background music or to put people in the mood on the drive over, terrestrial radio yet again fell flat. And for no perfectly good reason.

I can understand American radio stations doing this, of course.

"Are you working over Christmas?" I asked the waitress at my local diner in New Hampshire last Thursday – December 23rd.

Erica looked bewildered. "No," she said. "We're closed Christmas Day."

My mistake. I'd just been on the phone to an editor in London who'd wanted early copy for the late January issue because no-one was going to be in the office "over Christmas". I'd forgotten that, in New Hampshire, "over Christmas" means December 25th. In London and much of the rest of Europe, it's a term of art stretching as far into mid-January as you can get away with.
In Canada though, December 26th is a holiday and a well celebrated one. So it's really a shame that a radio station interested in playing Christmas music almost four weeks before Christmas can't play it the day after.

When people might still be in the spirit.


Grey Cup 2017

Live from the city of Ottawa Ontario (which lazy broadcasters refuse to ever say, going with the hackney and cliched and makes-you-hate-the-city-even-more term "nation's capital") tonight is the 105th Grey Cup, and the end of the Grey Cup's lengthy eastern road trip.

Next year the big game returns to Edmonton...it should have been our turn this year but the Canada150 celebrations mandated a game in Ottawa instead. Of course, the Esksimos should have playing in the game but you're already sick of Eskimos fans complaining about this. Instead we have the despicable Calgary Stampeders playing against the detestable Argonauts of Toronto the most evil city in the world that deserves to be destroyed by nuclear weapons. Oh yeah, and a squaw lady playing the halftime show.

I guess if I need to cheer on anybody in this game it needs to be Ricky Ray: it's rumoured the former Eskimo will retire after this season if he leads Toronto to a Grey Cup. And because the only thing worse than the Stampeders playing a Grey Cup game in Edmonton is having them do it as the reigning champions.

Prediction is Toronto 34, Stampeders 27.