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Isn't this just fucking great? Cashless society, anyone? Uber? Self-driving cars? Are you shitting me? Global Migration pact? Global warming?

What I would do if I were boss of the world? If I actually had a choice, being that I live in Canada, and so far as I know, if I wish to subscribe to just one cable TV channel, that choice remains unavailable to me, even though I don't doubt that the satisfaction of my desire is entirely, technically possible, I know it is politically impossible. I leave it to more detail-oriented people to correct me if I am wrong, but my impression is that all cable TV subscription packages in Canada are subject to CRTC regulations. Therefore, FOX NEWS NETWORK is off the table, unless I wish to also pay for a package... well a basic package full of crap, after which I can choose one or more other crap packages, in the hope that one of these crap packages will contain the aforementioned network. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a complainer. But the idea that I should pay for twenty or thirty absolutely boring, or useless, or offensive government-backed propaganda channels (like the CB…

Lincoln Didn't Give a Shit about Slavery I've never been a big fan of Lincoln. From what I know of him he was an opportunistic monster. (Like most politicians.) One thing is hardly controversial. Lincoln didn't care, one way or the other, about slavery. He said so. "My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery." And to save the Union, he was willing to engage in a struggle that would cause the deaths of 600,000 Americans. And ever since I came across the notion that U.S. intervention in WWI set the stage for Hitler and WWII, I have often wondered if the outcome might have been different had the South won their independence and the corresponding diminution of U.S. power had prevented Versailles. Think about it. What would the world look like today if there were both the United States of America and the Confederate States of America? And no. I don't believe the Confederacy would still have r…

That Ain't Bullshit, It's Dogshit! THE UK SAYING A DOG POOPING IS A HATE CRIME IS REMARKABLY LIKE THE BURNING TIMES NOWTHIS GOES EXPLICITLY ANTI-WHITE (MIRROR) SJWs 'Skinny Shame' Victoria's Secret Models The Ethical State Report: Actress Mareli Miniutti Claims Michael Avenatti Dragged Her on Floor, Yelled ‘Ungrateful F*cking B*tch’ LUNATIC VIRGINIA DEMOCRAT MATT WARNER WANTS MORE ONLINE CENSORSHIP Assange Under Siege... Where is Justice? With Lew Rockwell

Professor Calls Cops on Black Student Back when I was a rookie cab driver in the late 70s, I picked up this drunk from some shithole bar. I was driving a Chevy Impala ex-cop car with a bench seat in the front. The guy sat directly behind me, then put his feet on the backrest in front of him, right beside my head. I asked him a couple of times to put his feet down and he refused. Not wishing a physical confrontation with the guy, I took him to the central police station and asked them to remove the guy. A paddy wagon showed up. He was arrested for being drunk and shipped off in the wagon. Big Fucking Deal! Are you saying that if the guy were black I should have put up with it for fear of being called a "racist?" By the way, you learn a hell of a lot about racism when you drive a cab. There are reasons for disparate outcomes that correlate with race.

Mass Shootings When I hitch-hiked across the American south back in 1976, from Florida to California, mostly along Highway 10, it seemed that every vehicle that drove by was either a transport truck or a pickup truck. And every pickup truck had a gun rack in the cab and many of those contained rifles. It was definitely a gun culture. Was I worried? Not in the least. I was thumbing with Ed. We got a ride from these two guys from Arkansas. Talk about your country boy stereotypes. They had a car, a beat up old Caddy or something, and when we got into the back seat, our feet were resting on the two rifles that were just sitting on the floor. But I wasn't nervous. They were just a couple of good ol' boys, with a pronounced southern drawl, probably farmers or ranchers. The trip was uneventful. And of course, I grew up across the street from a guy whose father was a hunter and who had a small, deadly arsenal in his basement. It never bothered me. Nor, as far as I know, did it bot…