Archive for April 2010

There is never so sweet a sound as when the arrogant are brought down. Helena (Dear Editor) Guergis has resigned from cabinet.

An ethics investigation may follow. Something about the possibility of favouritism on obtaining a heavy mortgage. That story by  Jane Taber, Globe and Mail.


For every question (almost) there is an answer. Followup to last post, here’s Planetizen, a good site to bookmark.

Blame Jeff Rubin and his book for waking us all up with the spectre of our never-ending underground ocean of oil getting scarce and expensive. A good read. You’d be surprised to know how much of the world of people and businesses is comprised of oil. You’ll shake your head while reading. And it’s us he’s writing about. Oil is the blood of business and daily living. Once it’s burned, it’s gone and we burn a lot of it every day.

An economics writer, Megan McArdle, has this story on an International Energy Agency (IEA) report on the demand and supply of oil over the next decade or two. She quote’s the leader of the IEA report as saying, “This is a dangerous situation.” That should wake us up. Oil will, to put it mildy, get pricier. You can take that to your petro-bank.  The McArdle story here, in the Atlantic Online. Sell your V8. Buy a bike. That trip to Europe looks like it won’t get any cheaper.

Dear Aardvark Cola,

This being president of Afghanistan sucks.

President of Afghanistan is not a job most people would take. The pay is lousy, unless there’s opium money in it, the elected representatives don’t approve my cabinet picks automatically, and those irritating United Nations people are all over, always trying to make elections fair. One person, one vote. I mean, we can count here. We don’t need them around. I want to count the votes myself. After all, I’m the president.

It’s enough to make you want to join the Taliban.

I mean they get outdoors more, get exercise, they don’t have to worry about voting on this, voting on that, if they want something they take it. It’s appealing to me right now.

I just want to count the votes, that’s all. After all, you Canadians and the Americans and the British and  whoever else there are here, I’m sure there are more, all all good people, you Western infidel bastard dogs, you. But I have a country to run. I can count. After all, I’m the president. So next election, tell the soldiers to use their guns and bring all those ballot boxes to me. I’ll count them. Don’t worry. I’ll do it.

Have a nice weekend, don’t work too late .

Cheers, Aardvark.

Love, Hamid.

PS. I said hi to you on Facebook and you didn’t answer. What’s up with that?

I really don’t think I’m a Facebook kinda guy. I mean, there are people I haven’t talked to for decades and that has suited me just fine for decades. Now I can see what they look like all these years later. It’s not a pretty sight. Well, with one exception. A former neighbor, Brenda, who hasn’t changed one iota from high school. Not a bit. That’s just not possible, but there it is.

A friend of my sisters, Carol, sits in a photo with a relaxed dog on her floor. A girl I remember from high school, Annette, her father, very British, fought in the Royal Navy in WWII, was the town magistrate, and the high school principle. She became a teacher. There are others, but those stand out. Why say hi? I guess I’m just not a Facebook kinda guy. Iit was interesting taking a look, but I’m happy to let the Facebook thing lapse, actually.

Maybe writers are anti-social. It’s closing on 9 pm now. I’ll be stuck in this office til who knows when, working on several hundred- no, actually thousands- of photographs taken over three days and I have to rush to get the best ones out. All sports shots. You don’t have a social life when you do that to make money. Working on pipeline was easier in some ways. And those I worked with there are good guys, most of them. Would I say hi to them on Facebook? Not a royal chance in hell.

And now back to work.


Damn great story by Grant Robertson at Globe and Mail on a Chinese Spy Ring. Link at bottom.

In haste I write the following before adding the link. There has actually been a lot written on Chinese spying as in industrial espionage of very sophisticated sorts. I should track my past reading down and make a blog entry. A couple come to mind. One, a well-known company in China with its sign on a large building, logos on the vehicles, doing business, logo on the stationary, licensing other businesses to use and sell its stuff, and guess what? The whole thing was a fraud. I have to track that down. Another, a  German businessman, suspicious of activity in his shop, he made some very special industrial component, announced he flying home, but instead parked himself outside his shop to watch and saw teams of unknowns go in and do work he was certain was reverse engineering.

Bad to just throw up memories like that without verifying but I’ll do that later. In haste, I include this link, the reason for my thoughts on the matter. Globe and Mail’s Grant Robertson on Chinese spy ring busted.

The Alberta Clipper pipeline is now in place and starting to ship that Canadian oil- sorry, scratch that- Alberta oil to Wisconsin. The pipeline is in place, and will be closer to capacity by June.

This spring the Enbridge application to build a pipeline from Redwater to Kitimat will be in place. Big projects always have their protesters. Most of those protesters are bulldozed away with the scenery.


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  • wordbeeps: No, he doesn't deserve an apology. Who tweets during a funeral? If you do, expect feedback. I didn't say the mourners were faking it. I think they we
  • Holly Stick: Look you fuckwit, are you too stupid to realise that Ghomeshi was an actual friend of Layton's, when you tweeted to him that the mourners were faking
  • aardvarkcola: Thank you. I see the rest of your message now. i'm honoured to to have your words on my blog. That alone is a delight. Lawrence