Saturday June 25 , 2016

Category: Sooey Says

Too Late Apologies

I noticed this morning on Twitter that apparently Toronto’s police chief will be apologizing for his force’s bathhouse raids of ’81.

I knew a man who was caught up in those raids. His name, along with others, was published (by the Sun?), his life ruined, and that’s with a wife already in the know, a young daughter, friends.

He was a teacher. I met him when one of our MPPs hired him for a time. I don’t know what became of him but I hope it got better.

Toxic masculinity really is the bane of our existence, isn’t it.


Dear Commenter(s)

Turkish border guards are shooting Syrians trying to cross into their country, including children.

So children, they’re shooting children now. Picking them off like cardboard cutouts of Rachel Notley on an Alberta oilmen’s golf course.

If you can believe it – I couldn’t – it wasn’t even the lead story on The National last night. Imagine. A NATO country, an ally of ours in the ongoing senseless perpetration of violence in the Middle East, is shooting refugees fleeing it. And they’re doing it because the EU is paying them to do it. Indirectly, of course, but Turkey is being paid to keep Syrians out of Europe, and they don’t want any more in Turkey, so, in keeping with the country Turkey has become, they’re shooting children and their mothers at the border.

Murder for dollars.

So when I delete or don’t approve your comments, censor you, know that it’s because I think your comments are more than just wrong-headed, I think they’re violent, and I feel a responsibility towards other people to not add to the violence.

To paraphrase Bill Maher once again, it’s literally the least I can do.

And, you know, if you don’t like what I write here, just don’t read it.


Lisa Raitt’s Bubble in the Sky

So Lisa Raitt, who’s no dummy, but who apparently lives in a reality proof bubble in the sky, is concerned that Canadians aren’t saving enough for our retirements via RRSPs and TFSAs, and thinks we should do better.

Oh dear.

I don’t know about you but I’m already living off my private retirement savings, a good ten years earlier than I thought I would be, too.

No, fifteen years earlier than I thought I would be.

It’s how I’ve been able to afford not to be poor lo these past few years, which makes sense if you really stop and think about it, my strategic spending, because the longer I live well now, the longer I’ll have lived well, and the longer I’ll likely live.

Just give me a cup of tea and (half) a pot cookie and my netbook and I’ll be fine wherever I am.

My guy at the bank, who’s gone now because that’s how it is these days, and who knows my high flying friend because that’s how small the world is for Canadians who know about money and how to make/keep it, said in no uncertain terms, “Do not wait to collect CPP. Start cashing in as soon as you turn 60. Because the sooner you start collecting, the longer you’ll have collected. It only makes sense, dollars and cents.”

I’m lying. He didn’t say that last part. That’s my ex’s joke. “It only makes sense, dollars and cents.”

That’s why I divorced him.


It’s socio-economic math, really, straight out of “The Body Economic”, plus the nerve of ten men on unicycles, to live well in spite of not making much money. Or even any money. In fact, it was an internet freak who told me the key to life in middle age is living like you’re wealthy because, well, I forget why, and why doesn’t matter anyway because anybody who’s been following along even a bit knows our economy isn’t working for us so much as we’re working for it.

And that’s not how it should be! That’s just how one of those Desmarais brats said it should be!

So fuck that noise because what I know for certain, certain I tells ya,  is that ever since I stopped scrimping and saving for retirement I’ve enjoyed life more, had fewer health problems, and noticed other people treating me better than they did before when I was like a regular chump casting about madly for ways to save money I wasn’t making.

Also, I’m not really sure there’s going to be a future to save for, anyway. And we’ve got that new legislation that the Supreme Court will knock down as soon as they get a hold of it because it sucks, and once there’s no law on physician assisted suicide, as there shouldn’t be, I expect we’ll be able to just cash out, so to speak, when we’re cashed out.

Although I doubt I’ll be feeling cashed out any time soon after retirement because, Lisa Raitt’s concerns aside, I’ll be making more money then than I have in the years after being laid off by the government of which Lisa Raitt was once a member in good standing.

What, me worry?



Coming home from the dog walk, my blond companion sick as a dog from city hall air conditioning cranked to 11 because hey, it’s summer outside so let’s make like it’s winter inside, and a middle-aged woman in casual chic drives by in a sporty white convertible playing soft rock at a moderate volume.

I almost cried it was so perfect, and even though I’m more of a Texas fan, myself:



Just the Math, Ma’am

My last job gave me a new perspective on our criminal justice system and some really difficult to deal with problems involving our sister and brother humans.

I don’t have the answers, but neither does our criminal justice system, I can assure you.

I was too burdened with gear to read my book on the bus home from my last day – the book was by Louise Penny, coincidentally interviewed by Wendy Mesley on The National last night – so I took in the bus scene instead and wondered, as usual, what the hell it is our political leaders think they’re doing, exactly.

Ottawa is broken in so many places right now it is to laugh. I mean, the giant sinkhole bestride our commercial center a couple of weeks ago actually improved my commute home there at the end, although it added half an hour to my commute in to work. I didn’t have the type of job where it mattered, overly, although I was a temp and paid by the hour so I had to make it up at the end of the day.

My retail job before this office job, well, being late just wasn’t an option, so I had to judge the many failures in our public transit system accordingly, and give myself double the time it should have taken to get in to work.

But looking around the bus yesterday on my way home I saw a lot of riders for whom a bus pass looked to be quite a financial stretch. Even for someone like me, making $15.75/hour, 7.5 hours per day, 5 days per week for 5 months the public transit hit to my purse was significant. At $103.25/month it works out to $516.25.

Luckily I wasn’t sick a single day and only lost pay for snow days and holidays.

And, of course, the typical bailouts required for unemployed millennials that fall to the parent who blinks first, and that would be me, because of my inability to endure the suffering of others.

So yes, I expect to be hugely rewarded in the reasonably foreseeable future for my financial sacrifices today.

Just kidding. I’m happy to do it if it means the next relaunch is permanent.

Oh dear. Did I blog that out loud?

Anyway, if I’m not able to save any money now, and, in fact, am using up tomorrow’s savings to pay today’s bills, so middle-class, middle-aged me, university educated, office experienced, physically/mentally healthy, exceedingly thrifty, relatively connected, reasonably in the loop, unencumbered by dependents – in other words, very very very employable me – how do our political leaders expect us to pay our way in that reasonably foreseeable future?

I mean, you know, seriously – how?