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20 Apr

Random Thoughts – Manitoba Hockey Hall of Fame, The Blame Game and More

1. Congratulations to Michael Gobuty, former owner of the (real) Jets, on his induction into the Manitoba Hockey Hall of Fame. Gobuty, along with so many others including Ben Hatskin and Dr. Gerry Wilson, don’t get nearly the credit they deserve for the vital roles they played in the franchise’s history. As Paul Friesen of Winnipeg’s only newspaper put it, the only surprise was what took them so long to put him in.

1a. Did you know that inductee Rob Martell worked the first home game for the Fighting Moose back in 1996?

1b. I’m guessing there were no ex-Jets on the selection committee by virtue of the fact that former Tribune writer Vic Grant was among the inductees.

1c. In a bit of an odd coincidence, inductee Jim Benzelock was officially my last Fighting Moose ticket representative. I still remember his voice mail greeting, which led off with “Nice Guy Jim Benzelock.” We never met or spoke on the phone, so I can’t confirm whether or not he is indeed a nice guy.

2. Former Fighting Moose Jim Montgomery will be interviewing to become the next head coach of the Florida Panthers. Yes, I do remember him from those lonely IHL days sitting among “crowds” of less than 4,000 at the Winnipeg Arena.

3. I enjoy reading Patti Dawn Swansson’s postings, but I don’t understand why she, of all people, keeps hammering on Kevin Cheveldayoff for the perpetual failures of the Mark Chipman Personal Hockey Club. For example, in a recent post, she took another shot at Cheveldayoff, sarcastically pointing out that it was indeed possible to use the trade route in building a winner, a route the Chipman franchise has seldom traveled.

I have no doubt that Cheveldayoff is well aware that making trades can and possibly should be an integral part of a well-rounded plan to build a successful team. I also have no doubt that Cheveldayoff would love to the opportunity to barter a few of Chipman’s player-cronies, if only he was given the freedom to do so. I suspect he’s just as frustrated by having his hands tied as any scribe, paid or otherwise, or paying customer.

But continually blaming Cheveldayoff for the franchise’s woes is akin to paying big bucks at a five-star restaurant and blaming the dishwasher for the lousy meal. It’s time to turn the focus to the general manager. Leave his flunkie alone.

3a. I don’t always agree with her, but I hope she keeps up the blog she’s threatened time and again to abandon. It’s definitely worth reading.

4. No one will be more thrilled when the Conservative Party elects its new leader than yours truly. Over the past several months, I’ve been absolutely drowning in information overload. Give me my ballot already.

4a. I admit to still a little torn between Maxime Bernier and Andrew Scheer, but one thing’s for sure, all the spots on my ballot are going to be used in order to ward off the threat of Kevin O’Leary and, to a lesser extent, Michael Chong.

4b. I believe both Bernier and Scheer have what it takes to make a good prime minister.

4c. My neighbor’s six-year-old would make a better prime minister than the one we have now. At least the kid would be smart enough to listen to his parents.

5. I heard that a pedestrian was killed early Tuesday morning on the 406. What I want to know was what he or she was doing on the 406. If only Darwin Award winners had one last chance to tell us their story before moving on. Like my nutty ex-neighbor in the Old Country who chose to prematurely end her stay on Earth, likely with a lethal cocktail of alcohol and drugs.

6. Watching some 1970s-era classic NHL games recently, I couldn’t help but snicker as the announcers mentioned a “Crippled Children’s Hospital” and a “Home for Retarded Children.” I’m not suggesting open season on insulting people, but I do fondly remember a bygone era when we could open our mouths freely without worrying about using a word that might trigger a meltdown from some offended group. Political correctness has gone much too far, and his strong stance on that subject has endeared me to CPC leadership candidate Pierre Lemieux.

7. Socialism Illustrated reported recently that former Manitoba premier Greg Selinger is looking for a graceful exit from politics. Given the heavy-handed manner in which he governed and the damage he did to the province and his own party, it is not a privilege he has earned. Like Kathleen Wynne here in Ontario, he deserves to be remembered as one of the worst premiers in the province’s history.

8. I recently heard a story about a cyclist in Grimsby who was hit, by all accounts, through no fault of his own. Yet he kept asking himself what more he could have done to avoid being hit. Listening to the story, it hit home once again as to the difference in attitudes between people here and in the Old Country.

Case and point was the story of the jogger in Winnipeg many years ago who was hit and nearly killed. Eschewing a perfectly safe jogging path, he insisted on running on a busy roadway that I, as a cyclist, had a legal right to use but avoided like the plague. Yet even from his hospital bed, not long after cheating death, he remained utterly defiant and vowed to get right back on the road as soon as he could.

To this day, joggers in that part of the world like him still whine and complain incessantly about how unsafe it is to run on the road and are mortally offended by those who “challenge their rights.” As someone once said, you can’t fix stupid.

8a. Cyclists in the Old Country are no better. As I wrote elsewhere on social media recently, the fact that one isn’t killed every day in Winnipeg can only be explained by divine intervention.

8b. I saw three Manitoba plates around town this week. Even though the SPRM and I didn’t exactly part on good terms, that place does keep following me around.

15 Apr

Random Thoughts – Bill Sutherland, NHL Playoffs, Old Country Justice and More

1. Though I didn’t know him personally, I was saddened to learn of the death of former Jets player and coach Bill Sutherland. He had two years as a player and many more as an assistant coach, even filling in as the head coach on a couple of occasions, and was one of the longest-tenured members in the 24-year history of the franchise.

Oddly enough, what I remember most about Sutherland was how he was always the standby intermission guest during radio broadcasts I listened to in the 1980s in case the scheduled invitee failed to show.

1a. Despite his stature with the Jets, the news of his death apparently didn’t warrant any ink in Socialism Illustrated, a publication that purports itself as the leader in local news. And they have the nerve to chastise me. But I guess they’re just too busy bashing Brian Pallister and anyone else with political leanings anywhere to the right of Lenin.

1b. In today’s funeral announcement, the family asked for donations to Mark Chipman’s youth foundation. I had thought of making a donation in Sutherland’s memory, but I would sooner take a stack of $20 bills and light them on fire rather than give even more of my money to any entity connected with Chipman.

2. Speaking of Socialism Illustrated, I read their article this past week on the senior who was sentenced to nine months in jail for a hit-and-run incident involving the death of a pedestrian who walked out into traffic on a busy, poorly-lit roadway in the middle of the night. The family’s grief is absolutely understandable, but it was sad to see them still wrongly blaming the driver, who was correctly not charged for the death, only for leaving the scene of the accident. In that part of the world, nine out of every ten times when a car hits a pedestrian, it’s the pedestrian’s fault. This case was no exception.

2a. According the severely twisted logic of Manitoba’s justice system, you get nine months for leaving the scene when a pedestrian makes a successful attempt at a Darwin Award in front of your car in the middle of the night, but you can run down a flag person at a construction scene in broad daylight and walk out of court a free man. I don’t get it.

3. Within a day of my last post, our mayor congratulated a small business in St. Catharines on their accomplishments. You don’t think . . . Nah.

3a. Our mayor posted something else the other day about a show he was recording on social justice. When’s that next municipal election again?

3b. Sadly, I’m not expecting Mayor Sendzik to have any serious challengers next year. But he certainly needs them.

4. If there is so little crime going on in our part of the world that the Niagara Regional Police has the time, energy and resources to launch a campaign against the use of the R-word, we should instead be talking about trimming their budget. A lot.

5. Now that the Edmonton Oilers have won a playoff game, there remains only one Western Conference team without a postseason victory since 2011 when Manitoba taxpayers were forced to purchase the Atlanta Thrashers for Mark Chipman. In the words of a former high school classmate, three guesses. But you’ll only need one. Trust me.

5a. With said playoff victory by the Oil, I couldn’t help but reflect back to the summer of 2011 when my inbox was filling up with messages from media types eager to find out how excited I was to have an NHL team back in Winnipeg. Not surprisingly, they dropped me like a hot potato after getting some thoughts and opinions they didn’t expect, but you have to wonder if they might be looking back today and thinking that I might have been on to something. Not that I’m thrilled to have been right.

6. One of those media types was Sheila North Wilson, who was then with CBC. Today, she’s a grand chief of a northern reserve and was in the news recently desperately trying to making a prima facie case for racism based solely on the deplorable conditions in her reserve. She also challenged people to come and live on the reserve to find out how bad things are for themselves.

One Socialism Illustrated reader said it best:

“Mr. Pallister should take her up on the offer. Very good chance Mr. Pallister would clean the place, take care of it as if it’s his own and maintain the property. Could be a good lesson for everyone.”

In other words, the state provides. Most generously. Yes, for the benefit of the uninformed, people do choose to live that way.

6a. When you keep playing the race card, you become like the boy who cried wolf. No one takes you seriously anymore.

7. Is it just me or do the Minnesota Wild’s uniforms get progressively worse every time they change them? Rather than firing their coach, they need to fire their uniform designers.

09 Apr

Random Thoughts – Lisa Raitt, Patrick Brown, NHL Playoffs and More

1. Yesterday, I was part of a gathering of around 30-35 assembled to hear Conservative leadership hopeful Lisa Raitt speak at the Beacon Harborside Resort in Jordan. Unlike fellow contenders Maxime Bernier and Kellie Leitch, she actually let loyal party members like me know before she arrived instead of after she left. Unfortunately, no one in her campaign team felt it was important to inform the hotel that she was coming. Many of us stood around along with the sales manager until MP Dean Allison finally arrived around 10:15, 15 minutes after the scheduled start time, and hastily arranged a meeting room. Raitt herself didn’t arrive until 10:30, then spent much time chatting at a table before finally addressing the crowd that had come from all across Niagara to hear her. She could at least have made a half-hearted apology and chose not to. Fashionably late doesn’t cut it.

1a. Raitt was much more impressive in Burlington a few weeks ago than she was yesterday. In particular, her pillow-soft position on the CBC caused her to sink a few spots down my ballot. In response to a question, she derided the CBC’s largesse, yet as to what she would do about it, all she said was that she would trim their budget a little. Lame. Just like her tardiness.

1b. I am always troubled by the fact that I am generally the youngest person at these Conservative meetings, and yesterday’s gathering was no exception. More young people need to get involved in how our country is run and not just pose for selfies with Bobo the Clown.

2, While speaking with a couple at my table, we were lamenting how far Ontario PC leader Patrick Brown has strayed to the left. Like me, they had also voted for Brown in the leadership race and feel very much betrayed. I recall how he chastised rival Christine Elliott for being a “red Tory” and how he would not make any major policy announcement without consultation with the membership. Oh, how times have changed.

2a. Like it or not, Brown can’t help but become the next premier of Ontario next year. One thing’s for sure, he can’t do much worse than our current premier.

3. Walking through the Beacon yesterday, I could see that its popularity is entirely due to its location nestled right along the lake.

4. Out of curiosity, when was the last time our mayor posted a selfie with a business owner, thanking him or her for investing in St. Catharines?

5. Not that I care a great deal, but congratulations to the Toronto Maple Leafs on making the playoffs. It’s certainly not a parade-worthy event, but it is nice to see a well-run organization get rewarded.

5a. It’s also nice to see a horribly-run organization like the Mark Chipman Personal Hockey Club get their just reward by having to watch the playoffs on television. Again.

6. You know things are bad when even the Mark Chipman News, also known as Socialism Illustrated and officially known as the Winnipeg Free Press, runs a couple of damning articles on fan apathy. Even the ultra-naive Scott Campbell vaguely hinted at the possibility that Chipman might think about stepping aside from hockey operations, another damning line that his editor shockingly chose not to squash.

6a. The odds that Chipman would voluntarily relinquish one iota of control of the team Manitoba taxpayers bought for him are slimmer than my odds of winning the big jackpot in the Lotto 6/49. And I don’t buy lottery tickets.

6b. A general manager who had delivered so little in six years would be figuratively roasted on a spit in every other market in North America. Just like the late John Ferguson was after so many empty promises left unfulfilled. Yet Chipman blissfully soldiers on and is still hailed as a hero in many circles around Winnipeg. I understand being grateful to have a team, but is this really what you had in mind when you were pounding your head against a stone wall for 15 years?

7. Why is Don Cherry popular?

8. As flood waters rise on the Assiniboine River, I hope that, unlike the case in 2011, that the provincial government in Manitoba cares more about helping victims than in lining Mark Chipman’s pocket.

30 Mar

Canada Summer Games: A Dissenting Opinion

So Niagara has “won” the right to host the 2021 Canada Summer Games.

Hoo-ray.

Politicians from across the region from St. Catharines to Fort Erie tell me we’re supposed to be excited. And who isn’t? After all, according to the responses they got on a website, where the option to state a differing opinion was conspicuously absent, “we’re all in.” The true definition of a Liberal referendum.

Well, count me as one of those Niagarans who isn’t quite so excited. For some strange reason, seeing so many politicians doing cartwheels over the prospect of spending gobs of my money doesn’t give me the warm and fuzzies. Go figure.

For starters, admit it. You hadn’t even heard of the Canada Summer Games until all the politicos started shouting from the rooftops about how it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. Even those of you who might have happened to have heard of them likely had next to no interest in them. If they were to disappear from the face of the Earth, they’re likely something you’d miss about as much as that fly buzzing around your head. Or that cold you had this winter.

So if you hadn’t hitherto heard of or had any interest in them before, you can bet that some sap sitting in his recliner in Four Mile House, Saskatchewan hadn’t either.

Yet those same politicos would like you to believe that people like him all across the country are just rushing to their travel agents right now to book flights and hotel rooms, all so they can watch some rowers or high jumpers in four years time.

And if you really believe that, I’ve got a bridge to sell you.

No doubt, Niagara will be besieged by tourists in the summer of 2021, just as we are every summer. But they’ll be here for the many attractions the region has to offer.

Not for those games.

24 Mar

Random Thoughts – CPC Leadership, Our Mayor, Niki Ashton and More

1. I was among the group who came out to hear CPC leadership hopeful Pierre Lemieux speak at the downtown library last night. Though it’s not likely he’ll win, I was again very impressed and his views align very closely with mine. As he pointed out, even if he doesn’t win, think of the message it sends to the new leader if a social conservative like him has a strong showing on the first ballot. Something to seriously think about.

2. From talking to others last night, I wasn’t the only CPC supporter well connected to party communications and social media who failed to hear about Maxime Bernier’s recent appearance in Niagara.

3. I may be adding more names to my ballot to ward off the threat from faux Conservative Kevin O’Leary.

4. When I mentioned to the woman seated next to me last night that I was originally from Winnipeg, she asked, “Can you send us your premier?” After I returned a puzzled look, she said, “Oh yeah, Brad Wall is from Saskatchewan.” Manitoba, Saskatchewan, what’s the difference? They’re both “out West.”

4a. I added that she wouldn’t want Brian Pallister, who’s proving to be NDP-Lite.

5. It was highly inappropriate of Mayor Sendzik to use the Top Hat Ceremony earlier in the week to play partisan politics and bash Donald Trump. Save that for your re-election campaign, Mr. Mayor.

5a. When I see Sendzik together with MP Chris Bittle in public, I keep half-expecting Bittle to say “heel” and have Sendzik kneel at his feet. Woof. And before you call me cruel for making that comment, watch them in action for yourself before passing judgment.

6. In voting for Sendzik, the electorate rejected an ultra-leftist in favor of someone who preached opportunities and jobs during his campaign. Yet they ended up getting the ultra-leftist who seemingly can’t get the Liberal rhetoric out of his mouth fast enough. His latest pillar is “inclusive community building.” If I wanted Jeff Burch, I would have voted for him.

7. I will give Sendzik credit for spearheading the inter-municipal transit issue. Now if I could only use my Presto card here in Niagara. The way I can on GO and in Hamilton, Burlington, Toronto, Whitby and Ottawa.

8. For some writing material, I watched the recent NDP leadership debate and Niki Ashton did not disappoint. In fact, I may even base a character on her. I laughed especially hard when she spoke about making the rich pay, conveniently omitting the fact that her provincial counterparts in Manitoba, where her father was a senior cabinet minister, dug into the pockets of the little guy whose cause she purports to champion to buy an NHL franchise for the richest man in the country. Gotta love those highly principled socialists.

9. Checking the headlines back in the Old Country, I couldn’t help but notice how Mark Chipman’s top assistant is getting fricasseed in the media on the heels of yet another failed season for the Mark Chipman Personal Hockey Club. A good leader does not crawl under a rock and allow his subordinate to take the heat for his own failures.

9a. There’s no way he would ever admit it publicly, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Kevin Cheveldayoff wishes he could turn back the clock six years and instead wait, in the words of Joe McGrath, “for a good front-office job.”

10. In six seasons, the late John Ferguson, himself a failed general manager, took a team from expansion and in four playoff appearances, his teams won four games and one series. In six seasons, Mark Chipman took an up-and-coming team with some good players on manageable contracts approaching the primes of their careers and has delivered one playoff appearance and not a single playoff victory. Yet people in Winnipeg still fervently defend that man. To coin a phrase, you get the owner you deserve.

11. To reward his team making the playoffs for the 10th consecutive season, IceDogs owner Bill Burke reportedly took the group out to dinner at The Keg. Given how they backed in, however, a Happy Meal at McDonald’s might have been more appropriate.

14 Mar

Been There. Done That.

As someone who suffered through an endless procession of disappointments during the NHL era of the real Jets, I read this article on arcticicehockey.com with considerable interest.

Penned by current season ticket holder Kevin Doherty, it eloquently sums up how years of neglect on the part of the Chipman organization has sucked the passion out of him and many other rabid fans. It sounded exactly like something I could have written back in 1989 when I gave up my season tickets for many of the same reasons. Or when I stopped going to Fighting Moose games back in 2004. Classic symptoms of Battered Fan Syndrome, something for which there really is no cure.

Having seen first-hand how Mark Chipman operates, the only surprise is that it’s taken fans this long to figure it out. Some still haven’t, while others choose not to.

Part of me is sympathetic. After all, it’s not the fans’ fault that they’re stuck with an owner who cares more about playing general manager and polishing his image than in delivering a quality product and treating his customers with some modicum of respect.

Unfortunately for fans like Doherty, it won’t get any better.

During a recent conversation with a friend, he made the point that sports teams need to sell hope to their fans. But with Chipman, there is no hope. The financial and emotional investment he expects from his “stakeholders” will never be returned.

And he will not change. Ever. Oh sure, he might shuffle a few of his cronies around. Maybe throw one or two under the bus. See Noel, Claude. Someone who, by the way, would likely still be behind the bench if it weren’t for an impending season ticket renewal deadline. But it will just be for show.

The worst part is that he’s not going anywhere. Flush with cash thanks to his practically unlimited access to public coffers and in a position of absolute power, there’s no reason for him to sell or step down.

As I’ve said before to people in that part of the world who laughed and figuratively wagged their finger in my face back in 2011, you wanted a Mark Chipman team, you got one. Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.

04 Mar

An Interesting Exchange

An interesting exchange between me and a woman at the anti-M-103 rally held here in St. Catharines this afternoon:

Noticing that I was taking a lot of pictures of the event, as I do at most every event I attend, the woman asked me, “Can you send these to Preston?”

I return a blank stare.

“You know, Preston the photographer.”

Um, am I supposed to just go through the phone book under “Photographers” and find someone named Preston?

“He’s with Bullet News.”

“Bullet News Niagara has gone out of business.”

“Well, you can find him under Niagara news or Niagara photos.”

Oh sure, I’ll just do a vague Google search in the hopes of finding this person I’m evidently supposed to know. When I do, I’ll be sure to dump several megabytes worth of pictures he may or may not want into his inbox.

Sounds like a plan. Or not.

19 Feb

Return to Pearson Airport

Yesterday, I made another voyage to the universe’s center, this time making a return trip to Pearson Airport, the place I first touched down as a new Ontario resident following my momentous defection from the SPRM more than two and a half years ago.

Bright and early, as always, I boarded the #12 bus at Fairview Mall for the all too familiar trek to Burlington. It turned out to be a perfect time to go, since there were so few people on the bus and traffic was so light on the QEW. At least on the way there.


The dungeon leading to track 3.


It would go up to +15 on this day, yet they still apparently needed the proverbial ton of salt. You can never, it seems, put down enough salt in this part of the world. Sometimes I wonder why the salt trucks aren’t out in the middle of July.


As the Lakeshore West train was pulling up to the platform, I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw a 20-something woman shivering as if it was -45, like they had in the Old Country this winter. These people just don’t know how lucky they are not to have suffered through such bitter cold. And on two wheels, like I have.


Aboard the train was this highly offensive ad from CBC Radio. It wasn’t the ad specifically, but the fact that it came from one of the world’s leading purveyors of left-wing political propaganda. I certainly hope GO reconsiders and refuses to accept advertising from such revulsive sources.


From Union Station, following a short break, I made for the subway station.


The entrance to the subway station.

Union, like all the other stations in the system, now accepts PRESTO cards, but for those who don’t have one or haven’t heard of PRESTO, you can pay with cash at the booth.


Waiting for the subway.


Minutes later, the subway came, and I got off to change to the #2 line at the St. George station. For the benefit of those who haven’t taken the subway and need to transfer to a different line, there is always an announcement to that effect when approaching a connecting station.


From there, I proceeded down the escalator, where the #2 was waiting for me. Yes, there are multiple levels underground. I know of at least one reader who is bothered by that concept.


Aboard the #2 line, I made myself comfortable as it made its way westward toward the Kipling station, the western terminus of the line.


Back up at street level, there were platforms for many bus routes, including one for the 192 Airport Rocket, an express route to Terminal 1 at Pearson Airport. There was even a bus waiting, but first, I took off on foot to get some highway pictures of 427 a short distance away.

During my hour-long diversion, I managed to avoid getting accosted by some Jehovah’s Witnesses who were canvassing the area around Bloor Street and got some excellent shots, soon to appear on a website near you.

I then returned to the Kipling station and caught the Airport Rocket bus. All TTC buses now accept PRESTO and, like many OC Transpo buses in Ottawa, you can even board in the rear if you are paying with PRESTO. Being at the Kipling station, however, you can’t even get to the platform without paying, so it was all academic.

As the name of the route suggested, after putting on his seat belt, the driver then rocketed north on 427 before meandering around the airport until reaching ground level at Terminal 1.


While there, I toured around at got some pictures. When flying to and from the universe’s center in the past, I had only been in Terminal 3, so this part of the adventure was all new.


Of note in this shot was the booth for the Peel Regional Police. For those who are not aware, Pearson Airport is actually located in Mississauga, not Toronto.

Next, I followed the signs to the link train, a free service which takes passengers to and from Terminal 3 and the attached Sheraton Hotel.


There are two sets of tracks and seats inside each car for the short trip between terminals. As shown in the first shot, the arrival times are pegged to the second.


Inside Terminal 3, I toured around before stopping for a break, not coincidentally, by the Niagara Airbus check-in desk by Door C.


There, I could not help but think back to the 2013 trip when I came St. Catharines for the first time to investigate the possibility of relocating to the city. It was in front of this desk where I sat wondering lay in store and whether or not this dream would ever become reality. As loyal readers are well aware, less than a year later, it did.

Following the break, I returned to Terminal 1 via the link train, then took the much-heralded UP Express train back to Union. At $9 for PRESTO users, it is a little more pricey than the $3 subway fare, but it gets you back to Union in only 25 minutes, and without having to change subway lines.


Inside, there are special luggage storage areas, plugs and complimentary Wi-Fi. There are even pull-down trays, just like on an airplane. Regrettably, announcements are made in Canadian and Quebecese and, unlike the case on GO trains, staff come around to verify tickets. In the case of PRESTO users, they scan your card to check that you did indeed tap on before you boarded.


Leaving Terminal 1.


Once at Union, simply follow the signs to guide you through the maze. In addition to the walkway to catch a GO train, VIA train or TTC subway line, there is also a walkway to the Toronto Convention Center.

Before returning home, I needed to visit a couple of places, so I exited via Front Street, where I spotted a pair of homeless people sitting on the sidewalk holding a sign that read, “Homeless and hungry, any little bit helps.” They didn’t have money for food, but they did have money for cigarettes. But, as someone once said to me, I just don’t understand the real issues behind poverty.

Moving on, I returned to Union and caught what was a crowded Lakeshore West train back to Burlington in enough time to catch the 2:54 #12 bus back to St. Catharines.


As you can see, I was certainly not the only one waiting for the bus. Maybe one of these days, GO will increase the frequency of this route. Though our mayor seems convinced otherwise, I’m not sure the daily train service to Niagara will become reality any time soon.

Decompressing after a long day, what was probably the most humorous part of the trip began when a retired steelworker with a faint odor of alcohol on his breath got on at Stoney Creek and sat next to me. We began talking and when I told him I was originally from Winnipeg, he began talking about his relatives in Chilliwack, BC, almost as if I was supposed to know them. As I’ve observed more than once since moving here, “out West” is just some small place on the fringe of the Earth where everyone more or less knows each other. In many respects, people from Southern Ontario are like Americans, whose only knowledge of Canada consists of Toronto, Montreal and Vancouver, and assume every Canadian lives in or near one of those three cities.

It got even funnier when I was mentioning the bitter cold in Winnipeg, which he began to equate with the climate in Chilliwack. Of course Winnipeg and Chilliwack have the same climate. Didn’t you know that? I’ll take this opportunity to pause and allow you to finish laughing hysterically before proceeding.

As we got closer to St. Catharines, as part of his life story, he mentioned that his father has “Altheimer’s.” Well, whatever that is. I hope it’s nothing like Alzheimer’s.

That conversation certainly proved to be the perfect way to cap off what was an interesting little mini-holiday.

16 Feb

Random Thoughts – Winnipeg Transit, Our Mayor, Salt, The Leftist Elite

1. If you haven’t heard, a Winnipeg Transit driver was fatally stabbed at the end of his run at the U of M this week. As someone who frequently used public transit in that part of the world, it certainly hit home for me. For all I know, I may very well have had that driver on one or more trips.

Not to make light of someone’s passing, but I nearly laughed when I heard that police called this a “very rare event.” This just in. Winnipeg is the violent crime capital of Canada. It’s not safe off the bus. It’s not safe on the bus. I remember a bygone era when I waited for a bus in a bad neighborhood and was relieved when the bus finally showed up. Today, the real danger comes when you get on the bus.

I understand why this was a crime that shocked people in and out of Winnipeg, but thinking about it, the only surprise is that it hasn’t happened long before now.

1a. Don’t you wish the judges who kept letting the suspect, a thug with a record as long as his arm, back out on the street after repeated probation violations were held personally accountable?

2. Speaking of the Old Country, it looks like another season is circling the drain for the Mark Chipman Personal Hockey Club. As Chipman continues to lazily squander his customers’ passion and hard-earned money, not to mention taxpayers’ money, even after all this time, people in that part of the world still rush to defend him. To coin a phrase, you get the owner you deserve.

3. After delivering his sanctimonious lecture on hate and intolerance, I’m still waiting for Mayor Sendzik to hold a vigil for the young girls at the West Edmonton Mall who were sexually assaulted by a  Syrian migrant. But I won’t hold my breath. You see, according to the Liberal narrative, some victims are more equal than others. Case and point, M-103.

3a. I fondly remember a bygone era when our mayor spoke of jobs. Opportunity. Growth. He sure has changed, and not for the better.

4. Rumor has it some CBC radio host passed away recently. Again, I don’t mean to make light of anyone’s passing, but if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

5. There is so much salt on our streets and sidewalks right now that if we were to get hit with any significant snowfall between now and, say, December, they should not need to apply any more. Case and point, I spotted a city truck parked on the side of a busy street recently. No less than three guys were out there shoveling salt out of the back of the pickup onto someone’s sidewalk like it was going out of style. This truly is the Great Salt Republic.

6. Rumor has it the IceDogs have been getting sellouts for a few of their recent home games. I haven’t been at a game for a while, but judging from the pictures I’ve been seeing from the team’s official photographer, many of those “fans” have been coming dressed as empty seats. Or maybe Wile E. Coyote is standing by the Rankin Gateway tossing some of his unused invisible paint on unsuspecting passers-by on their way in. The puffing of attendance figures doesn’t appear to be as bad as it was during the Fighting Moose era, but as they say, something’s rotten in the state of Denmark.

6a. As tensions between the IceDogs and SMG percolate behind the scenes, count me as one of those who would not be sorry to see the latter get turfed for reasons I’ve already covered many times.

7. Dear leftist elites: The more you censor those you disagree with and cover up facts, the more suspicious we become of those you are desperately aiming to protect.

7a. I love what Donald Trump has done so far since assuming the presidency.

07 Jan

Random Thoughts – Our Mayor, Donald Trump, the Old Country Library and More

1. After hearing his remarks at the New Years Day Levee, I continue to grow disillusioned with Mayor Sendzik. He remains an outstanding booster for our city, but he’s seemingly trying too hard to curry favor with his fellow Liberals. The endless droning about First Nations, his tired vision of a “compassionate city” and the oft-repeated story about Frank, the homeless man, would have been better suited for a Liberal party meeting.

1a. If he had spent any length of time living in the SPRM as I have, I dare say Mayor Sendzik would not have mentioned the First Nations in his speech.

2. I think Mayor Sendzik is also growing increasingly disillusioned with the job. He appeared visibly frustrated at the first dual-duty councillor forum, and though he tries to hide it, the petty minutiae appear to be getting to him.

3. I will not be surprised if Mayor Sendzik seeks a federal or provincial seat under the Liberal banner within the next decade.

4. As the federal Conservative leadership race heats up, Lisa Raitt sent out a divisive email attacking her opponents who allegedly have divisive policies. Strike her off my list.

4a. As things stand now, my vote goes to either Maxime Bernier or Andrew Scheer.

5. As Donald Trump prepares to assume the awesome duties of the presidency, with his outspoken nature, I expect his time in office will be most noted for empowering the people to speak out and reclaim their country from the liberal elitists rather than for anything he does in the Oval Office.

6. During my countless hours at the downtown library back in the Old Country doing research for my Jets, Fighting Moose and Generals books, I saw many so many oddities there that people in this part of the world can’t possibly appreciate. None, however, topped what happened this week, when a would-be Geronimo tumbled four floors to his eventual death.

6a. More noteworthy is that the Winnipeg Police Service appeared to treat the man’s death as a reportable offense.

7. Former Jet Scott Campbell penned another article in Socialism Illustrated this week, highlighting how the improving Leafs could teach the Chipman franchise a few things. Not surprisingly, he conveniently failed to mention the underlying reason why the Leafs are doing better than the Chipman franchise. The Leafs are run by skilled and respected hockey men. The Chipman franchise is run by a used car salesman and a professional tax collector.

7a. I respect all that Campbell did as a player, but his naïveté is palpable.

8. Speaking of Socialism Illustrated, isn’t it interesting how they’re hammering Brian Pallister for being in Costa Rica, yet they remain silent as our adolescent prime minister/ex-drama teacher travels the world on our dime? But the media isn’t biased, right?