IninewCrow

Yeah … how about you don’t tell me anything … anything at all … until you can tell me that he is dead.

I’d vote for Bigfoot instead

After two months of fire arm training, they take part in a three day training simulation learning how to raise your open palm length wise over your nose to block the dreaded two finger eye poke.

Clearly this officer didn’t pass that training session.

I grew up with a few old time union people who fought in picket lines and strike action in the 1940s and 1950s in northern Ontario … mining and forestry towns.

One old Irish friend of mine looked like Popeye (the cartoon sailor man), short tough Irish guy with a squint, old hunt cap and always ready to curl his fists for a fight … and the guy was tough as nails with forearms that could crush any man’s hands. He said he was the front of the line in lots of strikes with his brother … during the war, they were too young to join the army so they switched over to the Merchant Marine. When they returned, they joined unions and strike actions on the west coast of Canada in the 1950s … and it was an ugly period for unions … they literally fought a war where people died on a regular basis to get what they wanted … beatings, stabbings, out right murder and assassinations of labour people. My old Irish friend lost his brother to murder one night during a period when they were striking on the docks and fighting against scab labour and anti union thugs … he said things were getting heated and for the companies, murdering people to get the unions to stop was not uncommon.

He always reminded me and so many young people working in big companies and businesses … never be afraid to stand up and fight for your rights … no one … not the government … no one will stand up for you except yourself. If something is not right … the only person that will stand up for you is you.

And second cousin’s, half sister’s former college roommate’s best friend from high school Lenin

I’m up in Canada and we have provinces here … I live in Ontario and in the year 2000 me and a friend took a motorcycle ride across Canada to the west coast. Great trip.

But for motorcycle riders in Ontario, especially northern Ontario, its famous for rain during the summer, especially when you want to go riding. Sure enough in the first week of July that we started our trip, trying to make sure to catch the best weather for riding, we rode through rain for about three days as we drove through northern Ontario.

The funniest thing was … as soon as we crossed the Ontario/Manitoba border, the skies parted and I could literally see dark clouds over Ontario and bright clear summer skies to the west … right at the border of the two provinces.

We had great weather the rest of the trip! … and sure enough when we did the return trip, we were rained on again in northern Ontario!