This is insane. Ebay and Eefquay (to borrow the Poor Man's turn of phrase) are objectively worse than "the Americans". By any criteria you care to mention -- cold-blooded murder, rape, pilaging, Olympic-athlete-torturing -- Saddam and his sons more "barbaric" than Bush, Pat Buchanan, Ann Coulter, and David Duke combined. The only way the unlamented sadistic bastards are anywhere near Bush for barbarism is if we redefine "barbaric" as "having the quality or being George W. Bush." And I am amazed, saddened, and disappointed in people who sincerely do not see the difference. posted 12:26 AM
Except for some people who just don't get it. But we must be kind to idiots and other small furry animals, just as Jesus was. When it seems that you are surrounded by the slow-of-thinking in the future, Angua, just ask yourself -- what would Jesus do. posted 2:41 AM
No more following the news for Angua. Bad for my mental health. posted 8:26 PM
I read this and I truly feel like a foriegner in my own country. There's moral equivalence and reflexive anti-Americanism and all that, and more power to you, friend... And then there's HAVING NO ACTUAL CONNECTION TO ACTUAL REALITY ON THIS FUCKING PLANET!!!!! (Pardon me for yelling. But someone here is insane, on the "I am Napoleon" level of insanity. I am just hoping it's not me.)
What I mean to say, I think, is that there's something to saying a five-year-old deliberately killed by a terrorist as she cowers behind her Mom is the same as a five-year-old accidentally killed in a military operation to apprehend a killer, with all the attempts and intentions to avoid civilian deaths. I don't necessarily think the cases are identical, but I do understand how someone may think so.
Similarly, I understand looking at the US and seeing an arrogant bully, rather than an immensely diverse country with untold positive contributions to art, science, and politics. I don't, but I can see how someone might.
But this... I think it should just make me quitely sad for my fellow Canadians. Instead, it makes me too angry to write effectively. Sorry. posted 5:23 PM
Oliver Kamm: "I ruefully record that I've tried this highly calculated move on various people of similar views to my correspondent's, and it doesn't remotely have the effect he claims for it."
And another one goes on the blogroll.
Bloggers in the house: When you link to someone, do you write to let them know? Is it too much of "me, me, pay attention to meeee!!!"? Or merely a polite thing to do? Bear in mind that this is a rhetorical question. (I don't think I could work up the nerve to contact someone without them contacting me first. Yes, I am a riot at parties, at least until the sangria get flowing.) Also bear in mind that my reading audience is 2 and a cat -- there is no appreciable benefit to being linked by me. posted 12:10 AM
I know it's old, but it's good. Trust me -- I am doing 3 hours of sleep a day for the past week, with the hope of sleeping from Friday noon through Saturday 7 PM. The only things keeping me happy is posting silly comments on Flit and Tacitus (you know the URLs), and this. Oh, and watching KaZaA'd Neverwhere on computer between distillations, in 10 minute chunks.
Oh, and I am going to Hay next year. You have been told. posted 3:42 AM
I've only managed to see Toothpaste and Cigars so far. It's quite good, if dragging a bit towards the end. It's based on a 10 minute play, expanded to fill a 55 minute timeslot -- what did you expect? But the dialog is funny and fast-paced and rings true most of the time; the actors are charming and talented; and the premise, while not unique, is handled with style.
I am consistently amazed by the level of acting in the city: Michael Rinaldi, especially, is outstanding. (These things are tough to judge, sometimes, based on how close the character is to the actor's real personality. What seems like good acting may just be "being yourself" taken to a higher level.)
Left-wing nutcase: This proves Bush is Hitler!!!! And he was selected, not elected. Oiillll!!!! Quagmire!!!!!
Right-wing sane person: Another fact. Polite opposing opinion.
Left-wing nutcase: You are an ugly smelly troll. You make no sense. You are connving and evil. All conservatives are dumber than rocks. You shouldn't engage in ad hominem attacks, you baby-killing fat Texan racist!
Why iseveryonerantingonT.O.? Coming up with stuff I love about Canada takes some time, partly because I don't feel qualified. (Hence the trip to Newfoundland this summer, and not NYC or Italy.) I can tell you what I love about Southern Ontario, and Northern Ontario, and Quebec... And then I sorta peter out. But Toronto? Don't get me started!
Little Italy -- the old Italian men yelling about soccer part, the women in black grocery shopping part, and the back-yard gradens part, not the hip young people part.
Little India
Little Korea
Chinatown. And all the other Chinatowns, including the Pacific Mall one.
AGO. ROM. McMichael Gallery... They are creaking at the seams now, but they are still great places to go and feel inteligent for an afternoon.
The fact that almost every public school looks and sounds like a mini-United Nations (in the "four corners of the world meet and get along" way, not "zionism is racism" way). Which brings us to...
In the interest of full disclosure... What I hate about Toronto:
The lack of public transit that a world-class city like this one should have. It's a crime that I cannot reasonably get to the McMichael Gallery, for example, without a car. (Lifts gratefully accepted.)
The slow painful death of old non-chain cinemas.
The way other bits of the country hate it for being large, loud, and successful. (Remind you of anything?)
No planetarium. (Not even for the Laser Floyd light show. Shame.)
Saturday night. Popular Shakespeare comedy. The Festival Theatre is only 2/3 full. SARS? West Nile? Recession? Canada-hatred? Stronger Canadian dollar? Shitty reviews for the particular play? I have honestly never see such a thing in half-dozen years of patronizing the fest.
Graham Abbey should be making millions of dollars per film. I'd rather he was doing the Festival and the pantomine in Toronto every Christmas, mind you, but, if this world was fair, he would be making millions of dollars per film.
Do a wily Mexican and a thrifty Scot really add a lot to a play? I must be too sensitive, but they jar my ear. I'd rather a wily Scot and a cheap Mexican, for the same amount of laughs. Or a cheap and a wily character of undefined ethnicity.
If we are setting the thing on a ranch, why not set it on a Canadian ranch?
So, as I do every decade or so, off I go to The Truth Laid Bear to see who's linking to me. It's the usual crowd, except... wait... this is something new! Never read 'im, never even heard of 'im, but he's obviously got good taste in blogs, so off I go to check 'im out. But wait! I don't see (a) what he could possibly see in me (either my fucked-up social life or the Jew-thing I got going) or (b) the actual link to me! I look again. And again. And, being smarter than the average bear, again, but this time, by selecting the entire text so that the invisible tiny links hidden in the side frame can be seen.
Now, I link to blogs as a place to store frequent reads. And I check every so often if someone new links to me, strictly out of politeness and curiosity. I don't do stats, I don't chase hits, I have only a vague idea of what BlogShares and similar toys are... I started out this blog strictly for myself. I've never asked anyone to link to me. The fact that more than one person reads it (unless someone is playing a cruel trick with the comments) is as shocking to me as it is to you.
This ass, on the other hand, has linked to every blog in existence, in invisible tiny print to generate some kind of high ranking somewhere. Where? Why? Seriously. It's not like he has a message to promote. Read the bloody blog. He seems like a nice enough guy, maybe slightly dimmer than normal. Why play a trick to get more eyeballs to find out about his upcoming wedding or ... wait for it... his displeasure with the current president of the United States? Geesh, there are blogs out there by people who don't like W.? Well, colour me green and call me a cucumber! Now this is the kind of unique view and analysis I was rabbiting on about earlier this week.
Seriously. It's tiny victimless trick, but it's also a matter of honesty and integrity. I was recently asked by a scary man under what circumstances I would be willing to lie or cheat. It, like the other questions the scary man asked, has a long and a short answer. And the answer, very definitley, is not "to get people to read my musings on Wal Mart and wet dreams". posted 7:17 PM