They were all wearing them

The Emperor's New Clothes.  I'm talking about the swearing in of the new GG, Louise Arbour, where every poobah was gathered to take part in a Monty Python skit, remember the "Minister of Silly Walks?"  Ya, that bunch.

The gang on The Hill today.

When I arrived at the pool this morning, the radio told me the ceremony was just getting underway.  I parked.  When I emerged, it had just concluded.

Thankfully, I had missed it and judging by B's reaction when I came home, I was glad I had.  "It was absolutely sickening," he said.  "I bet there were a lot of Indigenous, feather headdresses, throat singing and land acknowledgments, right?" I replied.  

According to B, the whole thing was given over to the natives.  Can I bear to watch it?  Probably not, but I will have to just to prove I was right.  My question is, why were the Indigenous featured to prominently when they accuse The Crown of such heinous crimes?  

That's the same question I asked when we attended the ceremony, hosted by the Lieutenant Governor of Alberta, when B was awarded with the King Charles Coronation Medal?  Why were so many Indigenous leaders there to receive theirs?  Shouldn't they have refused?

Rhetorical.

When Mary Simon was appointed -- a ludicrous, affirmative action appointment in my opinion -- she went to Buckingham Palace to meet the King sporting pink and blue hair!  Feature that!

Well, she's gone, but sadly we have another leftie, human rights lunatic as the representative of The Monarchy in this country.  Sorry, but "We are not amused." 

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

 

  

Just saved $700!

Good old Cochrane!  My rear taillight was out, so I took it in for a quote.  Naturally, you practically have to replace the entire car, not just the bulb, which meant the whole thing was going to cost $1,200 -- which is outrageous!  "But I'm going to call around and see if I can source it somewhere else," said James, the garage owner.

You can't replace just the bulb, you have to get a whole new unit!  That little piece of nothing costs $1,200!!

The darling young man just called and told me he had found a certified unit for $500, so I just saved $700 bucks!!  That's what a lot of little Mom-and-Pop garages do in this town, actually try to help the customer.  Naturally, I'm thrilled!  He also gave me a work order to keep in the glove compartment, so in case I get pulled over I can show I'm on it and hopefully avoid a ticket.  What a great place!

I have also contracted with a local landscaping company to have our grass cut front and back once a week, so things are getting organized around here!

Now, if it would just warm up a little..........sigh.........

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

As you know, B's relationship with his offspring has been fraught since his divorce from their mother, 45 years ago.  

It's still fraught.  I am not going to dwell on what a disaster his son has been, because you know all about his self-made plight, but I do want to say a few words about his daughter's abominable, ungrateful and disrespectable treatment of him.

As I have blogged before, she never, ever calls him.  So he called the other day and left a message.  She called back and, as he is edging towards 85 years old, I thought I would send her an email practically begging her to call him again.  Here it is:

"Hi, Sarah.  I am so glad you spoke to Dad the other day.  He misses you and is sad that you never have time to call him.  Just a quick call every now and then would lift his spirits immensely.  As you know, Scott has completely botched his life up and he no longer has anything to do with Dad, nor Dad with him — especially since he owes us thousands.

"Anyway, Dad is frail, walks with a cane and no longer has a driver's licence, so it all falls to me to look after him in every way.  He would love to chat with Jack and Caitlin now and then too.  So, just a note to thank you and hope you will reach out now and then.  It would mean a lot.

"Regards,
Nancy"

Of course, Diary, she didn't reply because her disrespect of me is legion -- even though I raised her and paid for her entire life.  It all centres on money; her mother has lots and we don't, so guess who gets the attention and guess who has to be shunned?  Rhetorical.

Sad days as the runway gets shorter.

So, Diary, the sad state of affairs continues.  I'll keep praying and I thank God every day that we have my kids and grands here to love and cherish.

Signing off, 

Nancy

p.s.  I am blogging this so it will be published in my next book for posterity.  

  

Technical?

No, this Carney-created economic recession is real.  It's not "technical" and all of you who voted for this charlatan can clap yourselves on your self-satisfied backs for falling for his con.  We're the only G7 country in a recession and bankruptcies are at an all-time high.   Great job!  I actually see photos of some fb "friends" sporting huge grins, posing proudly with this quack.  What is wrong with them?!

B, who has a graduate degree from the London School of Economics via a tough-to-obtain Leverhulme Fellowship, has been saying this for two years, but finally even the Carney-friendly, drooling legacy media has to admit it.  Have a listen to political commentator Georganne Burke, senior VP at Pathway Group, on Marc Patrone's YouTube podcast, during which she called him a pathological liar -- among other damningly-accurate things.  She nailed him.  

Burke outlined the many promises he made during the campaign, which have been unfulfilled and which he has no intention of carrying out.  It's a long and depressing list.  Look at Mexico.  Trade negotiations with that country are humming along.  Canada?  Nothing.  I've been posting about this since Jan. 17, 2026, when I blogged "He finally uttered them".  Have a read because I said CUSMA was dead then.  And it clearly is.

Finally, 'The Globe and Mail' is talking about the mess we're in.

It's not a "spectre", it's real.

So, folks, you've been had.  Wake the f-ck up!

What in Gawd's name.....

....is Carney doing handing Latvia $100 million for its military??!!  Why??!!!  Our own military is starving and struggling, with vets living on the streets, and he's giving Latvia -- Latvia! -- $100 million!!!!  And all without any Parliamentary oversight or approval whatsoever.  

All this while our beloved Snowbirds are being grounded.  This is a national crime!  As I blogged the other day, Canada has three iconic symbols:  The Group of Seven, the Mounties and the Snowbirds.  And he's just grounded the Snowbirds!!

I can't stand this guy.  He is a disgrace to the country of which he is the prime minister -- something he seems to have forgotten, as he pursues his personal ambitions in Europe.  He has also given millions to dumps like the Sudan!  Sudan!!!  Why??!!  And billions to that crook Zelensky!!

And of course, he keeps poking a fork in Trump's eye.  His latest smarty-pants move it to buy an early warning system from Sweden, not the US -- even though all the experts and the Canadian military say they prefer the American system.  What's that going to get us?  His "elbows up" trade deal with the US?  Ha!  

The problem is his arrogance and the fantasy that he thinks he's still a can-do-no-wrong-I'm-always-right bank governor.  He's not.  He's just a garden variety, assh-le politician.

I'm sorry, but I can't handle Carney betraying Canada over and over again.  He said he should be judged on the prices at the grocery store.  Well, push a cart down any aisle, buddy.  You've failed miserably!!     

He needs to go!   

The arrogant, self-proclaimed King of Canada.

Surprise, surprise

I swim with a lovely guy.  I'll call him T.  He is silver-haired, handsome and charming and I thought he had said he was a lawyer when we introduced ourselves.  The other day, however, I learned he had been a social worker.  No wonder he doesn't agree with many of my blogs!  "But I like you," he courteously said the other day in the lanes.

Went and re-read a few and can't for the life of me discover what offends him?  Maybe he objects to the posts I do on the Indigenous? But everything I write is fact-based and numbers-driven and you can't argue with numbers, as B, my London School of Economics husband, has taught me.  

There's another fb "friend" on the other end of the spectrum who agrees on pretty much everything I post.  So, you never know what readers think?  I have few official followers, because anyone can read my blogs on the internet, but I get the stats from all over the world and it amazes me how many people read my random musings.  Thousands!  Go figure?!

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But what I really want to blog about are two dead beaus, who have popped up on the internet lately:  My two Brian's -- Smith and Watson.  Both NHL players, they were great guys and unfailingly polite and charming.  My Mother loves them.

Brian Smith, below, was a beau from 1968.  He took me to a Beach Boys concert that summer and we also hung out at The Chaud, where bottles regularly flew.  I remember him grabbing me and pulling me under the table more than once to escape injury  If my Mother had only known!  

He was gunned down in the CJOH parking lot in 1995 at age 54 by a lunatic who was hearing voices.  I was at the cottage when the news came on and I had to sit down.  It was so senseless.  Such a great guy, may he Rest in Peace.

Brian Smith, left.

My other beau around that time was Bryan Watson, who also played for Montreal, among other clubs.  Bryan got his old girlfriend "in the family" way and actually came to Toronto to tell me in person he was going to marry her.  What a class act.  

The summer of 1967, Bryan and I took a trip to his family cottage outside of his hometown of Bancroft, where we went to a barn dance.  I remember his girlfriend, Lindy, was there and was very upset that he was dating me.  Was that why she got pregnant?  Maybe.  Here is the great "Bugsy Watson" in the penalty box for fouling Bobby Hull.  

Bryan in the penalty box with Hull,

I am blogging this because when I get another volume printed (#15), it will be recorded as part of my legacy.  Hopefully, my grands will realize I was not just an old lady who made muffins!

  

Another national failure

Canada has three things that are unique:  The RCMP, the Group of Seven and the Snowbirds.  Soon we'll have but two because the Snowbirds are being taken out of service.  Why?  Because successive governments -- both Liberal and Conservative -- have failed to replace them and they are now too dangerous to be allowed off the ground.

Our beloved Snowbirds, soon to be grounded for years.

This is an appalling failure of leadership and a slap in the face to what's left of our withering Canadian identity.  

In a report released in 2003, when Jean Chretien was PM, our proud aerobatic squad was deemed to become obsolete by 2010.  Chretien did nothing.

In 2012, Stephen Harper rejected a $755 million proposal from the military for new Snowbirds.  Again, nothing.

In 2021, Justin Trudeau actually did one positive thing:  He approved $30 million to keep the Snowbirds flying until 2030.  (For a guy who boasted Canada was the first proud, post-national state (an oxymoron, BTW), that was actually impressive.)

So, for at least the next four Canada Day celebrations -- and probably much longer -- there will be no beloved, familiar, red and white birds streaking gloriously across the sky, celebrating the day.  

This is a wretched lack of leadership.  Even worse, they will be replaced with....wait for it....sit down....turboprops!  I kid you not!  Not jets, turboprops!!  At first I thought this was a joke, but no.  Canada's beloved Snowbirds will be travelling around the world to air shows in descendants of the Wright Brothers originals.  

We are an international laughing stock! No wonder Trump cancelled the Canada/US cooperation board.  I mean seriously.  The best we can do are turboprops!  

And don't expect Carney to do anything about it.  His secret recent meeting in Toronto with Soros and Obama makes clear his intentions to abandon Canada and turn us into some sort of global pawn in their international sabotage efforts.  The Snowbirds?  Who cares?!

Well, I do and I suspect so do all Canadians.  All I can say is, throw the bums out!