When the Natives do absolutely nothing except smoke, drink and fuck their daughters. This Friday will mark the Native Day of Action(tm) here in Canada. It's their chance to whine and complain that us white guys who pay 45% in income tax to support their smoking, drinking and daughter-fucking are ripping them off. How they can justify that, we're not entirely certain. But what we can be certain about is that it will cause a new committee or study group to be formed - also at our expense - and it will solve exactly nothing.

I have no sympathy for the plight of the Natives, any more than I do for the Palestinians. In both cases they have the choice to get the hell off the rez, become fully-functioning, voting members of democratic society, but instead they choose to live in concentration camps, hands out to the government, ever ready with a complaint on their lips for the shoddy treatment they chose for themselves. Shut up and get to work, losers. You can bang the drum (not a euphemism for daughters) on the weekends, the way some overgrown white boys still get together to rock out in a garage band. But Monday to Friday belongs to The Man, same as it does for the rest of us.

Which neatly segues into an article I read this morning, about the trouble with Native populations sniffing gasoline to get high.

Aboriginals in Labrador are hoping a new fuel that doesn't intoxicate gas sniffers could help solve a persistent problem among young people in their communities.

But even though BP has offered the formula free to anyone who promises to produce it, it's still not clear how Opal gas, developed in Australia, could be brought to the Canadian communities that want it.

"We'd love to have it available in Canada," said BP spokeswoman Anita Perry. "The issue really is logistics."

Opal gas was developed as a partial response to the problem of gas-sniffing in aboriginal communities in Australia.

Daniel Pottle, a member of the Nunatsiavut government created by the Labrador Inuit land claim, heard about the product last Christmas through contacts with a business development group at Newfoundland's Memorial University. Intrigued, he travelled Down Under this spring with a delegation of Inuu, Inuit and government officials to see what Opal's effect has been.

"Where the product is being used, gas sniffing is no longer an issue," he said. "We came back with a very positive impression of this product."

This is taking things a little bit too far. When we're in the process of trying to stave off environmental damage, and reduce dependency on foreign oil, BP is wasting their time and energy creating a sniff-proof gasoline to deal with the huffing problem so common among native populations. And now Canadian natives from Newfoundland want in on it. Guess who pays?

Yup - that's right. You and I, the whipped taxpayer. We're not paying enough in gasoline taxes, now we're expected to foot the bill so the notoriously substance-abusing natives will have one less thing to huff? Here's a better idea: why not just remove petrol stations from reservations? Then when they complain that they can't get around, can't get out to bingo or whatever, can't fill their snowmobiles, freeze to death in their Northern climes etc, we can remind them why. Bad enough most reservations have to lock innocuous substances like mouthwash and cough syrup behind the pharmacy counters. I, for one, do not wish to be buying these people snort-proof gas because they can't take responsibility for their own lives.

Let's not have just ONE day of Native Action. Let's have 365 days of it. Maybe then they'd find they only have the same problems everybody else has, and not these bizarre problems that seem to proliferate while you sit collecting the dole and looking for something to complain about. You know what? Make it 364 days - they can have Christmas off like everybody else.

Labels: Canadiana, Injuns, Nanny State, Natives, Palestinians, Substance Abuse

What the hell took them so long to catch on? The mainstream media has always been anti-Israel, pro-Palestinian, and playing the woe-to-the-poor-uprooted-Palestinians violins all the damn time. But now that it looks like one of their own may never return from the clutches of evil in Gaza, the press may have finally cottoned on to the fact that Muslims can't be trusted.

"Up until now there has always been the assumption that there will be protection from the Palestinian authority or from Arabic and Islamic customs on treating guests. Now that trust is gone."

Isn't there a fable that goes something like this?

Labels: Islamic Terror, Main Stream Media, Middle East, Palestinians

Linda has a roundup of girls named Rachel murdered by Palestinians in Israel. Why? Because the brainwashed are busy canonizing the idiot Rachel Corrie - AKA St. Pancake.

Who knows. Maybe someday I'll be crossing the street in downtown Toronto, busy traffic, not looking both ways, and I'll be hit by an Iranian cab driver. And maybe someone will decide to celebrate me for being an idiot, and punish all Iranian cab drivers around the world for the misfortune that befell me when I walked in front of a cab. Why not? If someone can walk in front of a steamroller and be celebrated as a hero, surely the same applies to anyone who does something stupid in a dangerous situation?

Labels: Islamic Terror, Israel, Middle East, Palestinians

Further to yesterday's popular post about the "Apartheid" demonstration in front of Indigo last week, I have decided to have a little get-together at that self-same Bloor/Bay Idigo on Friday after work.

If anyone is up for it, I'll meet you at the Starbucks. See ya!

Labels: Books, Israel, Palestinians, Toronto

But they don't call themselves anti-Semetic. Oh no - they know there's too much negative press attached to that. Instead they are "anti-Zionist", and "against Israeli Apartheid". These groups include Jews, much the way there were Jews in Nazi Germany willing to sell out their friends and family members, thinking they would be saved. In the end, everyone died.

This past Saturday there was a Kill the Jews March (oh wait, I'm told it was an End Apartheid March - tomayto, tomahto...) in front of Indigo at the corner of Bay and Bloor. Heather Reisman is a Jew, and her business was being targeted because she supports Israel. And so Arab-Canadian students and suicidal Jews picketed in front of her store, waving Palestinian flags.



I wasn't there (aparently no one was - I guess the memo wasn't in NOW or EYE Weekly, but there were only about 100 people), but thanks to Casey we have pictures.

I think on Friday I will loiter around that very Indigo and spend my paycheck on Heather's books. Anyone care to join me for a coffee?

My only concern is that Heather has been known to bend with the prevailing breeze before - I hope she doesn't become one of those Jews holding the flag of their own destruction.

Labels: Anti-Semitism, Israel, Jews, Palestinians, Toronto