The facts

Contrary to what that imbecile Trudeau and Climate Barbie say and do, here are the plain facts about carbon emissions:

According to Canadian sources, Canada has:

•      990 million acres of forests,
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•      370 million acres of wetlands and
•       167 million acres of crop-yielding farmland

     These are known as "carbon sinks".  I.e. :-  they absorb carbon.

 

     Biologists tell us that trees absorb about 2.6 tones of carbon per acre .

 

     So if you do the math 990 million acres x 2.6 tones/acre=2.574 billion tons of carbon being absorbed every year here in Canada.

 

     Now if you do more math: 36 trillion tones (amount of world emission x 0.0167 (1.67%)=601.2 million tones - this is the amount of carbon that Canada contributes to world emissions - in the forests alone, Canada absorbs almost 4 times the amount of carbon it emits.

 

     AGAIN :--  In the forests alone, Canada absorbs four times the carbon it emits.

 

     This means that the other three quarters of our forests are being sustained by carbon being emitted by the rest of the world.

 

     This calculation does not take into account the wetland or farmland  that also absorbs  carbon.

 

     Canada really couldn't get any greener, so why are our politicians hell bent on punishing us with these ridiculous carbon taxes?

 

     If the media were honest, this information would be made public. SHOULD BE MADE PUBLIC !

 

     Considering the fact that Canada is given no credit for absorbing much more carbon than it emits I think there is a good case for some lawyer to charge governments with a  “class action suit “

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Thank you to my swim buddy Bob for sending this along. 

Everyone has an answer

Here's mine:  Every car or truck rental company must be required to report to police every young man who rents a van or truck.  That's the only way to at least mitigate, or reduce, the number of insane and angry young men who use these vehicles as killing machines.

Just as there are background checks for the purchase of weapons, so now must there be for van renters.  Will it happen?  Not on your life. 

On another mess, Margaret Wente had a great column in 'The Globe and Mail' yesterday about the wave of cross-border asylum seekers poised to invade Canada when the weather warms up and it's not so unpleasantly chilly for them.  The were 20,000 last year -- or was it 40,000? -- and there will be many more because Trudeau stupidly announced, "Canada welcomes refugees."  What a dumb thing to say!  Yes, we welcome refugees, but the people who stroll across unmanned borders are not refugees.  They are economic migrants fleeing the effed-up countries from which they hail. 

Why should Canada be the dumping ground for anyone and everyone from failed states?  As I have said, the only way to manage this is not to build temporary housing in rural roads in Quebec, as has been done.  It is to hire many more border guards to patrol all the border and turn back these non-refugees. 

And speaking of messes, the army remains the only way to get pipelines built.  Federalism has failed, thanks to Trudeau and his antics.  He needs to assert the federal government's authority, as guaranteed in the constitution.

But he's an ill-educated ass and won't.  

Young friends

All of my swim buddies are at least 15 years younger -- some as much as 30 years my junior -- and I have always wondered why?  Why do they want to hang out with -- or at least tolerate -- an old lady like me?  "A sense of humour erases age," said B yesterday.  Ah, it finally hit me!  How brilliant, yes, that's right, if one has a sense of humour -- preferably a self-deprecating one -- people like to hang out with you.  Of all the gifts and flaws bestowed upon me, a sense of humour is definitely one I treasure.  B also has a lot of more youthful friends and acquaintances and trust me, his sense of humour is very well-developed. 

But that's not what's on my mind today.  What I want to blab about are residential schools.  Again.  Reading 'The Globe and Mail' this morning, I caught an obscure piece about residential schools in a small town in India and how they are transforming the lives of impoverished children of the "untouchable" class.  They are being hailed and lauded for educating these unfortunates and teaching them English to give them a chance at life outside their birth lot. 

The natives here in Canada denounce the very schools that taught them skills they otherwise would not have acquired -- skills that have enabled those who embraced them to become anything they wanted.  If they wanted to return to the reserve, they could, but if they wanted to become lawyers, doctors or teachers, they could do that too. 

I call them "boarding schools" everyone in B's family attended from the age of seven on.  Was their sexual abuse?  Of course, but research on Canada's boarding schools for natives has now proven that the perpetrators were mainly other native children, not necessarily teachers or priests.  Child sexual abuse tragically goes on everywhere.  Look at that Canadian "Order of Canada" recipient now being held in an Asian jail for abusing children under his care.  Many of us have been raped or sexually assaulted.  The trick is not to dine out on it forever and allow it to ruin your life.

That's why I have no time for the MMIWG enquiry going on across this country.  What good does it do to cry and re-hash it over and over?  Just get on with it.      

One coffee

Yesterday, we ventured to one of our favourite lunch spots called "The Lazy Loaf and Kettle".  Always crowded, its best times are just before, or right after, lunch because it's near the University of Calgary and lots of students congregate there. 

Spying a table in a row near the front, I grabbed it while B got the food.  Sitting beside us at a table for four were two female students doing their homework.  What had they ordered?  One coffee each, which they had long drunk.  The rest of the table was taken up by their books and laptops.  They were there when we arrived and still there when we left.  "How can you let these kids sit there for hours, take up space and order only one coffee?" I asked the manager.  "I know, it's a problem," she replied.  "We now shut down the WiFi from 10 to four everyday -- and they actually complain!"  OMG!  My mother would have been appalled.

What are parents not teaching their kids these days?  The entitlement was breathtaking.  To top it off, a middle-aged man came in, sat alone at a table for SIX, spread out a newspaper and only ordered one cookie!  So, of a total of 12 available spots in that row for the place to make money, B and I were the only ones spending any. 

The nerve of some people with their faces hanging out.   

All blah blah

It was fascinating to watch how many times Horgan, Notley, Scheer and Trudeau could say the same things over and over yet say nothing.  Trudeau and Notley asserted the pipeline would get built; Horgan said essentially he would do everything he could -- both legally and illegally -- to stop it.  Horgan has basically gone rogue.  The other big problem is the Liberals have 12 seats in BC and only two in Alberta.  Therein lies the rub.

The natives are all over the place, some for, some against.  The ever-delusion Perry Bellegarde complained natives had not been consulted, in the face of the reality that they had been consulted more on this pipeline than ever before on anything.  Ever, ever, "In real life," as my four-year-old granddaughter says when trying to differentiate between truth and fiction.  Out of the mouths...............

I actually remember the Parliamentary and constitutional kerfuffle surrounding The Great Pipeline Debate of 1956.  Even though I was only nine, I had started to notice television coverage of such issues.  I also remember dinner table conversations among my parents, grandmother, aunts and uncles about it.  It registered.

Everything old is new again.  All I can say is it better happen.   

Here's the problem

The hapless Trudeau has a Sikh as a defence minister -- and he's from BC -- a Sikh as minister of innovation, science and economic development, a Sikh as minister of infrastructure, a "Barbie" as environment minister and a native as justice minister.  Not that there's anything wrong with being a Sikh, a Barbie or a native, but if you want a firm federalist hand at the tiller of this country these people aren't going to steer it.

To get the pipeline built, as I have repeatedly said, he will need to call in the army.  Does anyone really believe any of the above weak characters will do that?!  No, won't happen.  Which means the pipeline will not be built, costing the Canadian economy $15 billion a day in lost revenue.  It's unconscionable and outrageous that this country is being high jacked and run by an incompetent mob. 

And don't get me started on Horgan -- a guy blackmailed by one, lone green party member in the legislature.  One! 

How Justin thought he could satisfy the greens, the pipeline advocates and the natives is beyond the beyond.  We need a leader who will enforce federalist authority and he is not the guy.  This is very serious because you can't sacrifice the country for votes, which is what he is doing.  Instead of uniting Canadians, with his multi-pronged platform, he has seriously divided it.

OMG!    

It has to be said. Again.

Natives do not have a nation-to-nation relationship with Canada because guess what, they are not "nations".  They do not own the land on which reserves are situated, they cannot defend themselves and -- with the exception of the smart leaders who work with the "dreaded" oil and gas industry -- they do not generate revenue to support themselves.  They neither collect nor pay taxes.  Period the end.  Heard yet another native leader talking about nation-to-nation-blah-blah-blah on CBC this morning and I had to immediately switch the station. 

Could not listen to that drivel yet again.  The amazing thing is no one challenges this notion?!  The interviewer listened enraptured by this guy and said...nothing.  Why is this?  Please tell me!

Reading the obituary of Alan Fry in 'The Globe and Mail' the other day, I was struck by the realization that little has changed in the lives of natives stuck on reserves from his era to this.  Mr. Fry, an India agent who worked for the Department of Indian and Northern Affairs, wrote searing portrayals of native life on reserves in a series of books and clearly, nothing has changed. 

Because natives won't get off reserves!  That's why in a nut shell.

In 'How a People Die', Mr. Fry recounts the death of an infant on the fictional Kwasi Reserve near Vancouver.  The reserve is a human black hole, with homes in states of long disrepair, littered with empty liquor bottles and peopled with "bleary, red-eyed citizens who drink themselves into oblivion each night and stumble through their days."  Then one Saturday morning, the infant is found in her crib, her body covered in sores and encrusted with feces and dirt.  Although the parents are arrested and charged with criminal neglect, the book takes on issues that are as urgent today as they were to Mr. Fry back then:  substance abuse, domestic violence and an overwhelming sense of futility. 

"What do you do when you have no hope or expectations?  What can you do?" he asks.  His proxy in the book says, "Indians are the hardest goddamned people on earth to help."  Whenever he tries, it only encourages more shiftlessness and drunkenness -- a vicious circle in which the proxy feels complicit, frustrated and increasingly helpless.   

Get off the reserves, is what I'd suggest.  Sadly, the native "industry" won't let it happen. 

I don't give a sh-t

Doesn't even matter which Middle East country this is, I couldn't care less.  As my ex used to say, "They're all tent dwellers."  Why are we continually bombarded with the latest too-much-coffee shots of hopeless young men from one "war torn" dump after another? 

 

 

Does 'The National Post' have nothing better to highlight?  Too bad the infantile and hapless Trudeau is letting so many into Canada.  But maybe they'll switch to de-caf and calm down.