Red Pill? Or Blue Pill?

I was just reviewing a YouTube video I posted last New Year's Day.

I find it useful to go back to see what I might have been thinking and saying at the time, and to measure whether my opinions have changed much. And if so, why.

They haven't.

Does that mean I am intellectually rigid?

I don't think so. I think it comes from a dedication to recognizing certain truths which manifest themselves in myriad ways, along with an ability to recognize when they are easy to extract from all of the background noise.

When you hear others saying the same thing do you ask yourself - am I just succumbing to confirmation bias? Or is it that this person is seeing the same thing as I am?

If you are the kind of person who stops to ask yourself that question, then you are not of the "woke" class.

Congratulations.

Has anything I have learned since then given me a reason to materially change my mind?

Compare that approach to what you see from the mainstream media, politicians, and all of those celebrity know-nothings who, clearly and obviously contradict themselves depending on what the spin-du-jour is.

They change their minds as often as they change their underwear and they accord the act with just about enough thought and consideration as they do while changing that underwear.

Discussions of politics and reporting "news," is just a routine daily habit for them. There is no past. There is no future.

There is only a reflex. A trained response to whatever talking points and psychological hints they absorb immediately via their senses. They are like animals. Smarter than house flies, but perhaps not as smart as dolphins.

No past. No future. Just the present deluge of stimulae.

By the way, that's how people like Justin Trudeau get elected.

Why do I think that I am on the right track?

It's because I have always been outside of "the box." When you are in the box, you just see the walls. From the inside.

When you are not in the box you see a lot more. It's like you're watching the whole show from a distance. Even though you aren't sitting backstage, you can figure out a thing or two about who is directing the whole performance.

“Once you see the boundaries of your environment, they are no longer the boundaries of your environment.”
― Marshall McLuhan

“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is a hallucinating idiot...for he sees what no one else does: things that, to everyone else, are not there.”
― Marshall McLuhan

Some of my YouTube guitar experiments.

The Brock Monument "Insurrection."

Saturday, June 26, 2021.

A group of people gathered. What they had in common was a tendency to analyse political policy in terms of costs vs. benefits.

While the costs, to most Canadians, have been hidden behind borrowed and newly printed money, used to provide enormous handouts to sufficient numbers of voters so that the acceptance of the shredding of traditional human rights in Canada could be accomplished with almost zero resistance.

However, there have been those who have slipped between the cracks. The media doesn't cover them, or, if it does, it blames their plight on the pandemic, instead of the lockdowns.

It requires little intellectual capacity to understand that the economic, social, psychological, spiritual, and medical damage was not caused by the WuFlu. If that were the case the lack of access to normal living would have been caused by all of the illness and death, wrought by the virus. The economy would have been shut down by the lack of people capable of working.

But that is not what happened.

Government edicts shut the economy down, creating THE SAME ECONOMIC RESULT as a truly devastating virus whould have. And we continue to suffer the insolence being propagated by the Junk News media as it blames all of the harm on the virus.

It's just too stupid to be stupid.

I am not religious at all, but I enjoyed Pastor Henry Hidlebtandt's impassioned speech.

I didn't realize that using maximum zoom would degrade the video. I appologize for the poor quality of the video, but the mic picked up the sound very well..

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One million views of this amazing footage of today's Freedom March in London, which I took from a helicopter.
Thank you @reformparty_uk @TiceRichard for making sure people see these huge crowds - we knew mainstream media would pretend it wasn't happening! https://t.co/5zqPKgYzde

— Isabel Oakeshott (@IsabelOakeshott) June 26, 2021

Lyin' Eise

Given that censorship has now become acceptable in Canada, it comes as no surprise that Mayor Fred Eisenberger wastes no time taking advantage of this new political tool.

I must say though, I am slightly flattered that this coniving charlatan would rather not be exposed to my criticisms, nor of course, does he want anyone else to see them.

I suspect that he especially didn't like some of the videos I posted to his Twitter feed.

HE DIDN'T FLY

LYING EISENBERGER

WHO FLUNG POO? THE FRED COMEDY SHOW.

Why Do Buildings Collapse?

Just some thoughts on the building that collapsed in Surfside, Florida.

I worked on a highrise building in Hamilton back in 1975. That building was unique.

I was installing kitchen and bathroom exhaust systems in that building. Part of my job involved attaching the exhaust boxes to the ceilings. If you live in an apartment building, the exhaust boxes are what is behind the grills you see in your kitchens and bathrooms.

I would use a Hilti gun, or a RamSet to fasten the boxes to the concrete. The thing that was unique about this building was that when I pulled the trigger, which ignited a charge, which drove a piston, which drove a steel pin into the concrete, often the piston would blow right through the box and into the ceiling, and a cloud of concrete dust would fall back in my face. I had hit a hollow spot in the concrete.

In order to get the boxes to attach to the ceiling, in this case, I would have to move the box to a different location and try again, hopefully finding a spot where...

there was actually some solid concrete.

Even though I was supposed to fasten the boxes with four pins, sometimes I had to settle for three.

My dad was a sheet metal contractor specializing in ventilation for highrise residential apartment buildings. When I mentioned the issue to him he said, "that's probably because they didn't bother to properly vibrate the wet concrete."

The vibration of the concrete, as I understand it, is intended to ensure that all of the wet concrete is properly settled before it dries and solidifies. I saw it being done many times. They would use a long snake that looked like a vacuum cleaner hose and just let it swim around in the liquid concrete.

To make a long story short, every time I either picked up or dropped off a fare at that building over the ensuing forty-plus years, I would think about that vibration issue with the concrete. And it would have been one of the first things in my mind if I ever contemplated renting a unit there.

During my short career in the sheet metal business, I worked on quite a few high-rise apartment buildings. I don't recall any of them having that problem, or at least having a problem serious enough that I can still remember it 46 years later.

Oh, and one other thing. I recall showing up at the site on a very windy day. The exterior panels containing the windows, which I think were also attached using Hilti guns, and because the building was only partially constructed, hence some of the floors were effectively wind-tunnels.

The wind was ripping some of these panels from their moorings and they would come sailing down to crash in the streets, with the windows violently shattering. It was pretty exciting for a 21-year-old sheet metal installer to see this shit going down. So the concrete walls had no more integrity than the ceilings.

If the vibration issue applied to the floors/ceilings of the building, who is to say that the vertical supports are any better?

If a highrise building ever collapses in Hamilton, I bet that will be the one.

Should Experimental Vaccines be Mandated for Children and Young People?

In order to answer that question, one requires access to information. Unfortunately, we have rapidly descended into an age where information that does not conform to the dominate narrative and, I suspect, not coincidentally, information that might impede the ambitions of a spectrum of special interests, is being viciously censored.

Even before I heard what Dr. Robert Malone and Prof. Byram Bridle have to say, I smelled a great big stinking rat with respect to the speed with which the COVID-19 vaccines were rolled out. The fanatical zeal with which the politicians and information gatekeepers have been promoting its application to the entire population sets off screaming red warning signals in my mind.

It has become a natural reflex, after a lifetime of observation, to regard anything that comes out the mouth of a politician, or one of their hirelings, as diametrically opposite to the truth. I apply the same rule to most of what I hear or see on corporate, processed, junk news media. (For example, see here.)

Consistent application of these rules makes me right more often than I am wrong.

It's reassuring to me to learn that some of my own reservations regarding the fanatical effort, now in play, to cajole the population into accepting the injection of these experimental vaccines, even to the point of volunteering their own children, are shared by some highly credentialled individuals who know infinitely more about the subject of COVID-19 vaccinations than I ever will.

Click on this link to hear a Trish Wood Podcast about the concerns several experts, including Dr. Robert Malone and Prof. Byram Bridle have about the rollout of these experimental vaccines. It's a long podcast, but well worth hearing, especially for anyone considering having their children vaccinated.

Or not.

1/ THIS IS NOT OKAY.@cdcgov just posted its myocarditis/pericarditis update. They are now admitting that post-second dose risk in people under 25 could be over 200x the background rate (and that’s not accounting for underreporting).

But the real news is even worse... pic.twitter.com/dP1IH5ZLqs

— Alex Berenson (@AlexBerenson) June 23, 2021

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The Yuk Factor

I was about three years old when I first saw another kid do something that almost made me puke. She was slurping water out of the road gutter by the sidewalk.

The next thing I remember was playing with this kid in the schoolyard at Earl Kitchener Public School on Dundurn Ave. in 1959. He showed me something he thought was quite brilliant. The playground pavement was splattered with flattened chewing gum that other kids had spit out of their mouths, and what he had figured out was that he could peel this flat, greyish slime from the tarmac and re-chew it. Yummy! I can still hear the crunching from the bits of tar and other detritus like sticks, gravel, and worm and insect guts that were now part of that candy.

Sometimes I wonder if that kid got polio.

I doubt his parents were the ones who taught him to do that, but these days, seeing how many parents are happy to force their kids to wear face diapers and get injected with experimental mRNA vaccines, I am, perhaps, a little less doubtful.

People who know me will attest to my germ phobia. I've had this condition since before I went to Kindergarten. I know I got the condition from my mother probably out of fear of the poliovirus.

I won't drink out of another person's glass, or take a bite from someone else's sandwich unless I can get an unchewed portion. I don't wipe chip salt off on my pants because that is where urinal splash drops might congregate and it is only with the greatest reluctance that I will open a door to a public place, especially if it's a washroom without using a paper towel or something similar.

Not everyone has this condition. In my cab-driving days, I had many opportunities to see the kind of people whose asses sat on those seats. In the days of vinyl seats, which I believe were mandatory for cabs when I started driving in 1977, and especially on very hot, humid days, you would not always know just how filthy some people are until they exited the cab. I developed a theory about that. My theory was that most of the greasy stink on some people was coming from the butt area. When sitting on a taxi seat, this area was covered, but when they left the cab you would be treated to a strong whiff of what they had left on the seats.

I was talking to a cab driver friend of mine about this issue and he told me a story about a drunk he had who dropped his french fries all over the seat, then nonchalantly picked them back up, and ate them. I don't know if they had any ketchup on them.

And now, here we are with this global mask hysteria. It makes me wonder how many people who, having forgotten their mask to enter a grocery store, might just pick one up off the ground and use that. To me, that is the equivalent of licking toilet seats in a sleazy bar or a jail cell, but hey, as I hope to have demonstrated with my rant, it takes all kinds.

If the video doesn't play, try clicking here.

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