Friday September 04 , 2015

What Would YOU Do With A Cheque for $90 Grand?

Sitting on my backyard patio this morning reading the Saturday Globe & Mail, an article about Salvadorean parents having to send their children on dangerous journeys through Central America to hopefully better lives as unwelcome squatters in the United States.

Now I’m reading about the people termed migrants, who are, of course, refugees, found suffocated in an abandoned truck in Hungary.

The other night, I was watching The National and a Syrian refugee, a tired young man who could have been from Ottawa, so familiar did he sound and seem to me, said of the backlash there: “None of us wants to stay in Hungary, believe me.”

In a way, my reaction to this humanitarian crisis reminds me of my reaction to watching oil gush out from the earth, where it’s supposed to be, and into the Gulf of Mexico, where it isn’t. I feel helpless, defeated, depressed. I said to the young man on the tv, “I believe you. I know people who’ve lived in Hungary.”

This morning I deleted a couple of comments I made on a Sun columnist’s Facebook page. I like his stuff but I just can’t stand Canadian vox populi anymore. I’d happily trade every Conservative in Canada for just that one young man about whom I know nothing except what he said, “None of us wants to stay in Hungary, believe me.”

By the way, I think I spotted an actor from a Conservative Party ad in “Trainwreck”.

Fitting if it’s him.

Speaking of assholes, millionaire asshole, John Snobelen, was preaching to Sun “folks” about what a joke it is that the Duffy trial is over a cheque for only $90 grand.

I think the NDP should have a contest asking Canadians what they would do with a cheque for $90 grand.

 

“Dancing Queen”

So I saw “Trainwreck” last night with my Beau. He had a gift credit card for $30 and then on the dog walk he found $20 so we went for dinner first. It was kind of a do it yourself affair and I imagine a lot of patrons create a dog’s breakfast dinner but we both liked ours.

We even shared a fancy dessert. We basically spent triple the $20 but that’s okay, we’re not really poor, we just don’t make any money.

And we have $8 left on the gift credit card for another half movie.

Normally I want to get my money’s worth at the movies by seeing something that I couldn’t watch at home on Netflix, which Stephen Harper isn’t going to tax, but I wanted to see “Trainwreck” because of all the hype.

I was curious.

And I found myself quite shocked that anyone in 2015 would be shocked by anything in “Trainwreck”.

Because there is nothing shocking in “Trainwreck”.

And Amy’s character isn’t a trainwreck, either.

I was sitting in the theatre, tense with anticipation of horribleness about to befall her and everyone involved with her – any second now – because of all the hype, and-

Seriously, am I the only woman in her mid-50s who remembers the 80s?

 

Sales Facts

“My Book! My Book!” is morphing almost into a play there’s so much dialogue in it, but I thought during the election campaign, which has ceased being fun now that the Duffy trial is suspended until November, I’d toss out this little gem for any visiting politicos to ponder and pass along.

Fact: Prices are up on the fall collection – substantially.

Fact: Quality/variety of collection is down – not substantially, but noticeably.

Fact: Sales were down from August of last year – substantially. (New sales are way down – customers wait it out for sales.)

Fact: Shifts are being canceled based on a new wage costs vs sales profits formula.

Fact: All current middle-aged staff are getting fewer hours.

Fact: New young hires are coming.

Interestingly, the current staff getting fewer hours include two former full-time employees with exemplary sales records both past and present who actually buy and wear the clothes being sold.

I’ve been boycotting the clothes since the dress I bought at the end of last summer started pilling at the beginning of this.

 

Lipstick on a Sooey

I don’t know that anyone has commented on this so I thought I might. I couldn’t help but notice the other night on The National that Rachel Notley, Premier of Alberta, who was briefly featured, wasn’t wearing any make-up – or didn’t appear to be wearing any make-up, anyway.

It was striking, how noticeable it was, too.

I wear lipstick (ugh, just typing “lipstick” is weird) to work, when I go out anywhere, but maybe I’ll stop. It would upset the store manager, but, oh wait, it would upset the store manager.

Okay. No more lipstick. I’ll show you, I’ll show you all.

Although you may have trouble seeing me if I’m not wearing lipstick.

 

Why Duffy’s Trial Matters

Gee, I’m not a REAL backroom girl or political pundit, but I’d say Duffy’s trial matters because his lawyer has proved beyond a reasonable doubt that we can’t trust the men who run our country to tell the truth even when they’re under oath.

And we can’t trust their boss (if Stephen Harper even is their boss) to tell the truth whether he’s standing in the House of Commons or in front of the country’s media.

And rather than tell the truth, the men who run our country have been willing to completely humiliate themselves in court and/or shred their reputations and credibility in public by continuing to lie to the media.

Over a Senator’s expense claims?

It’s always about the cover-up and this one has spiraled into a 5-star shit show.

Why?

 

Why Canada?

The top story on The National last night was “The Markets! The Markets!” – of course – because stocks were down and Stephen Harper didn’t suggest, as he did in 2008, that now is a great buying opportunity.

And it is, isn’t it, so that much he knows about economics, I guess.

Did we ever get the straight skinny on why he told Laureen to sell, though, when he was telling Canadians to buy?

It’s possible, I suppose, that he wanted to impoverish her so that she couldn’t run away, although she appears to be traveling quite willingly with him.

And campaigning. Cripes, she’s more visible than he is this go ’round.

Well maybe she needs him to win again and make her money back for her.

Anyway, it’s fun not giving a shit about the stock market. A depression? Bring it. Don’t care. Maybe it’ll kick start a new economy and we won’t live like idiots anymore.

Speaking of depression, could Syrians be any worse off do than they are now? I can’t imagine what a nightmare their lives are. And yet I read a piece in the Globe and Mail just the other day about what a problem migrants are for Europe, you know, because everybody’s a migrant now, not a refugee.

I’m just not clear on why we’re not doing anything to help them. Or anybody. As if Canada isn’t a part of the world anymore.

 

Implausible Deniability

Guess that’s what the PMO is going with today, implausible deniability.

But seriously, if you’re not a corrupted douche nozzle yourself, why would you support or vote for the Conservative Party?

Honestly, I don’t get it.

Oh wait, I forgot, tax cuts.

Never mind.

 

Unfollowing The Old Guard

I lost my temper this morning at the NDP old guard on Facebook this morning who have decided that now is the time to speak up about their disillusionment with Mulcair and his views on this and that (Israel and Thatcher).

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about stifling free speech. I just think it’s a bit rich for the old guard to expect those of us who make $11/hr and are alarmingly lacking in pension to line up behind their musings.

Cripes, returning the OAS qualifying age to 65 is good enough for me, so I’m not only voting NDP, I’m donating a hundred dollars to the local candidate.

Screw the Palestinians (er, not literally, Minister!) AND the British miners! I’ve just been up in Sault Ste. Marie visiting the future and allow me to paraphrase Bette Davis but gettin’ old ain’t for paupers!

 

 

On The Line

I said this in a comment to “Ugh, Us Again” but I thought I’d post it in an entry, too. I suspect Mike Duffy balked at paying back any money because he was told when he was appointed that he could expense everything, just fund raise for the party, we’ll make sure you’re covered, don’t live in PEI? don’t worry about it, we’ll fix it so you do.

Then Deloitte came sniffing around and the CPC Mafia that apparently runs our country got nervous so they told Duffy to pay back his expense claims, not realizing (or caring) that he’d been running his own little publicly funded empire and handing out cheques to every Tom, Dick and Harry who came calling.

So keeping our money in the economy, at least, which counts for something where I’m from – the Sault.

And even if he did have the money and so could have paid it back he didn’t want to because the promise had been made to him that they had him covered.

Also, The Ol’ Duff would have figured it out, that he’s not one of them, that they were using him then and using him now.

He was never going to be a made man.

What’s interesting to me about the Duffy trial is the lesson it provides about standing up to bullies, in that you really have no choice, eventually you have to do it.

Other people are a part of life, like them or not.

What’s scary to me is wondering what they would have been prepared to do if they’d had even the slightest inkling that people pleaser Mike Duffy, The Ol’ Duff, was going to land them all in court under oath (let’s pretend that matters).

Here’s the thing that kind of scares me about all this now, though, and I hope I’m wrong, but I almost get the impression they’re hanging Stephen Harper out to dry now.

Gulp.

 

 

Ugh, It’s Us Again

My Conservative friend doesn’t think the Duffy trial matters because it’s only $90,000 and anyway it was paid back by everyone’s favourite millionaire, Nigel Wright.

Do we know that? Do we know that the $90,000 cheque to Duffy was then used to pay back Duffy’s Conservative Party fundraising expense claims?

Why is Deloitte auditing our government when we have an Auditor General?

A legal beagle of my family acquaintance says there’s really not much there, legally, that it’s a bit of a shit show but the charge of bribery should not have been laid.

I thought interfering with an independent audit, which the Prime Minister’s office did – Senator Irving Gerstein even tried to get his “contacts” at Deloitte, “contacts” who also audit the Conservative Party, to stop it – would be the end of them, but I wonder now if the skeptics might be right.

Certainly my Conservative friend doesn’t care. His answer to it all?

Adscam.

Grr. No offence, Liberal Party, but fuck you.

Anyway, John Ibbitson has a piece in the Globe and Mail this weekend that pretty much reveals the problem. We’re a country of suburban parasites, citizenry is completely awol, and a bunch of phony politicians have managed to convince at least one third of us that government is the problem.

So now I care less than I used to about the outcome. In fact, I almost think the Conservatives deserve to win again, and that we deserve for the Conservatives to win again, too.

We’re kind of gross, I guess, is what I’m saying.