Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Politically Incorrect Hand Gestures

I'll admit that there are things I occasionally do not understand. I am, afterall, human, and do not have a masters degree in linguistics and wurds. Not that I feel such a paper is an open license for permanent douchebagery and fuck-headedness. Then again, I suppose if you really want to split hairs (offense intended to all the genetic phreaks born without the ability to grow even a single eyelash, fuck those people), then everything is offensive to at least one humourless half-wit in the 7+ billion people currently sharing this planet. That said, I think we must do away with language altogether since anything I say can be used to offend somebody... I shall begin this protest to this offensive and racist bigoted dictionary by using only hand gestures to communicate... Unfortunately, at this time, I only know one universally understood gesture, and I think it's likely offensive to everyone.

Friday, 12 December 2014

Long Division Based Addition

I've been highly focused on local news in the hopes that there would be some mention of that bus corralling episode. Alas, there has been nothing to suggest it actually happened, maybe I need to check the French papers...

What I have found instead, is that politicians in this country seem to think the economy will fall for reversed psychology. I can see no other way to exemplify how introducing tariffs is supposed to lower prices... Can you? The optimistic and hopeful side of me wishes that these proposals were simply the rantings of idiot savants who still have no idea how they managed to land their cushy seats of presumed power, but the realist in me knows these moronic ideas which will come into being law are in repayment of blood-debts they owe to those corporate sponsors and bankers who made their undeserved jobs possible.

Worse still, this is from the same political party, who, years ago, opened the floodgates to all kinds of 'settled out of court' lawsuits by corporations against the government for cutting into their profits by introducing tariffs, or 'clean up after your own messes', or 'no you can't turn 5 lakes into swamps of toxic gelatinous orange goo' types of rules all those years ago when Mulroney gave us free trade. I challenge you to find a single corporation v Canada free trade case that made it to a verdict, or even one which the government didn't put the citizens tax moneys into the pocket of a corporation that cried out 'no fair!'. If I still had rights as a person I'd start my own lawsuit... I simply don't have the financial backing to become a corporation and, as such, reclaim my right to personhood.

Come to think of it, I have no idea what I am in the eyes of the law now that corporations are human... A garden slug? No that can't be it, I'm pretty sure even they have rights thanks to the terrorists @ PETA and/or Greenpeace.

I suppose it is part of the effort to criminalize free thought that leads to the identity crisis some of us face in a world surrounded by automatons not ready to accept the ugly face of cold hard truth. Everything is founded on a blind faith that voting brings about change and money is an asset, and thus far, blind faith has kept things going. The trouble with blind faith is that one only need lift the blindfold to realize that where we are is a very different place to where we'd assumed we were. The only reason for not lifting that blindfold is the fear we don't have the resolve to accept that we were misled because we allowed ourselves to be.

Sure there will be some who are too invested in the lie to back out now, but I am optimistic that the numbers will ultimately be low. This is why the bean-counters have been recording our every word in order to try to gain some kind of leverage to hold us in check. My past is well known to those I am closest to and I own my fair share of not so proud moments, but the past cannot cloud the future. If I disavowed my past I'd doom myself to the exact same failures I should have learned from last time, which, is similar to how we collectively ended up exactly where we should not want to be. The history of our mistakes was written to be the nostalgia of the good old days even if there was little good about them at all. Why else would a name like the great depression be chosen? One might think the awful depression would serve as a better testament to just how shitty things were, but no it was great...


Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Drop-n-sniff Checkpoints And Full Access Pants

Maybe it's the constant barrage of headlines I'm supposed to be outraged by constantly being lobbed at me from all sides of the media and the not so media, or maybe it's the obvious and self-evident nature of the A to B to C to D action plans which were always hiding in my peripheral vision just on the edge of plain sight, but presently there is not much impacting on me. Maybe I've become jaded, or maybe it's the reassurance that I've not been insanely ranting over nonexistent shadows of things which will only worsen over the years. Maybe I've simply run out of ways to reword myself such that even a copyright lawyer wouldn't find traction were I to attempt to sue myself for plagiarism... -OR- maybe we are finally nearing that pivot point where sudden change can happen in the blink of an eye making things infinitely better or worse...

Admittedly, I've never been great at reading the present moment for being exactly what it is, but generally understand that something big is in the realm of 'very soon' in much the same way as one can smell the rain before it falls.

(Long pause between starting and ending work)

I found out that, had I taken my regular bus home from work yesterday, I would have been held captive (by armed thugs) along with every other bus through a busy bus terminal for four hours without explanation, only to be questioned by someone who doesn't speak my language... Yes the TSA style terror checkpoints have started on the Montreal public transit system, even of the news media is apparently unaware of it... Maybe this counted as something big, but I doubt that this is that... It certainly does change the conversation though.

Nope just scanned local news about 24 hours after the event and there is no mention of it... That likely means they did not find whoever they were looking for, and if it's me, I won't be there again today. It's unlikely that I'm a big enough blip on the radar to cause a rush hour transit blackout for a quarter of the island of Montreal on a frigidly cold evening, but then I read all kinds of outrageous stories even more clandestine than this scenario I've invented. It's unfortunate that in these times we are left to fill in the blanks with or wildest imaginary story, only to realize it doesn't even sound extraordinary next to the real (if that's what real even is anymore)...

I've lost my train of thought, or maybe it hit a drop-n-sniff frisk-n-measure terror in the front drugs in the rear check-point... I'd heard they were planning that with trains too.