It has always been my contention that governments recruit from asylums for the criminally insane.
Examples abound, but you really don’t have to look much further than how they “improve” the transportation services.
Take Bus Only lanes as one example. They make a lot of sense. Restrict a lane for a vehicle that comes along every hour or so, in areas where population expansion is encouraged. All the drivers of cars will be driven mad.
And I love the posters in the bus shelters in Toronto that say to Support Local Business to get the economy moving again. Of course they are referring to the local businesses that are currently shut down for months due to the Scamdemic.
And you vote for these psychopaths. God help us.
How does it make sense to protect people, while simultaneously destroying their livelihood and a large chunk of the world economy?
Since 95% of the cases of this virus are MILD, maybe they could turn the panic meter down and just report on the number of severe cases.
But then you wouldn’t be glued to CNN and WHO authorities scaring you to death. Fear destroys your ability to think critically and makes you more susceptible to suggestion.
And don’t be fooled by numbers. On one website reporting on the number of closed cases and the death total of 11,300, the percentage is an alarming 11% death rate. But this isn’t accurate. The total cases of 272,056 and the death total of 11,300 is 4% not 11%.
Another thing that doesn’t make sense is the diktat to refuse cash as payment. Why is it okay for the cashier to touch all the items you buy, but not touch your cash? And they are wearing gloves, which probably increases the chance of transmission since they are touching every order and not washing their hands. Even if you tap by credit card, you still have to touch the screen to indicate the number of bags etc. And if fomites are really that dangerous, everything you come into contact with is a potential killer. But I don’t see people dropping dead in the streets.
I still detect a sinister motivation in all of this destruction, but I have always been the ‘Emperor Has No Clothes’ kid.
For the trees, that is. For a city that claims to love trees, there are a lot of them marked for death. The chainsaws are slaughtering giant trees at Byng Park in Scarborough as I write this. Trees that provide beauty and shelter and shade and air purification. For no other reason than some petty bureaucrats decided that certain trees are invasive. They write pointless multi-page reports and all the reasons look good on paper, but it is pure sophistry. Tress that grew for over 50 years with no problem, but now they have to go. And not only are they being ruthlessly cut down, but the stumps will also be sprayed with a herbicide (which is a euphemism for poison) to kill the sucker growth that will take over.
So they take our trees, our natural heritage, and give us saplings with shallow root systems that can’t survive drought, and poison. The list of people I want to throw into the lake of fire is growing.
A couple of years ago, this same gang of criminals cut down a number of large trees on the main street near where we live. No reason was given. They weren’t dead (unlike people, trees die slowly). Then, about a month later, full-page ads, paid for by the city, appeared in the bus shelters along the same street, promoting the planting of trees because of their importance to the ecosystem in the city of Toronto! This is psychopathic behaviour.
It’s madness. Our beautiful ravines are under threat. Like many people, I love trees and forests. The loss of these trees makes me feel sick to my stomach, sad, furious and depressed.
It really is the time of the Orcs. God help us. Where is Thoreau when we need him.
If you are wondering why the streets are not plowed first, but the sidewalks and bike lanes are, you can blame Sweden for this current round of insanity.
Sweden brought us the marvelously pointless Vision Zero that Toronto has adopted. More on that in another post.
More proof that the world has gone nuts.
The line ups to the washroom and the popcorn concession took forever! Three weeks in fact.
In reality, I didn’t have enough tech info with me at the cabin to be able to access my blog.
My royal consort just got a new iPad Pro, so we should be able to figure out how I can post from the great white north. And when I say we, I mean asking our brilliant tech friends how to do it.
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FYI – the heat and biting insects are atrocious up north.
So, the saran wrap and blue magic marker tech didn’t quite work.
Of course, I am referring to Ontario driver licence plates, which have been peeling off for years. The 3M company was contacted and basically denied there was a problem. And it is our responsibility to pay to have them replaced. They are only guaranteed for five years.
The old ones used to last forever, but now we live in the wonderful new ‘green’ economy where everything has a profit motive.
And a landfill problem, because things made like crap don’t last. The fancy term is planned obsolescence, which should be spelled planned obscene-escence. The concept is thought to have originated with the head of General Motors in the 1920’s. Here is how it works. Read it for a glimpse into the society we are all trapped in, and how we are routinely separated from our money in the revolving door of consumerism.
There is a lot of gloating that comes from the lips of my northern acquaintances. People who live two and a half hours north of the big, bad city love to watch the news to hear about the daily shootings and stabbings in the city, and report it to us with manic glee.
Conveniently deleting all the news stories about the drunken morons in boating, hunting and snowmobile deaths in the north.
Violence and stupidity are no respecters of lattitude and longitude.
It’s too bad, because it is prettier up north, and it would be so nice to have a place to go where everything is just the way you want it to be. I guess that’s why we hope there is a heaven.
Toronto should change the official colours of the city flag from blue, white and red to orange and black, to match the millions of pylons that are on every fricking street, making travel in this city an annoying nightmare.
I probably missed an investment opportunity by failing to buy the stock of the company that makes them.
Our mayor has committed over a billion dollars for ‘infrastructure improvements’ like re-paving roads that don’t need it while ignoring roads with gaping holes and crumbling pavement that are crying out for new asphalt.
The province of Ontario is over 300 billion in debt, but can magically print another billion to give to asphalt, pylon and cement companies. That’s what I want for my birthday: the machine they use to print money to spend on things that you never have to pay back. The bills are sent to somebody else – the taxpaying dupe.
And I would use some of my magic money to put ads on the back of buses admonishing YOU to Get Out Of Debt, while I spend myself into oblivion, without a thought for the future. Just like they do.
She got a raise. After tax deductions and new user fees (euphemism for taxes) on other services, she was able to take the family to Swiss Chalet once this year.
The government gave us a tax break. We bought a pair of socks with the windfall.
It is the tragic absurdity of it that I find funny.
Predators still roam the world, but now they wear suits over their scales.
There was a weird label on a snowbrush I bought for the car last winter.
Warning: Cancer and Reproductive Harm.
And then a website for more information, which was quite pointless since I had already purchased it.
Do you think the Manufacturing Industrial Complex is maybe a bit out of control? Why do they need to add something that causes cancer to something as innocuous as a snow brush?
What about a nice old fashioned wooden handle and nylon bristles and no cancer threat?
The food supply is no better. I have a fridge magnet with the slogan:
“Try Organic Food…or as your grandparents called it, “Food”.
So many things are just ludicrous.