One year ago today: November 24, 2024, robot density.
Five years ago today: November 24, 2020, Starbucks sucks.
Nine years ago today: November 24, 2016, goof-ware.
Random years ago today: November 24, 2007, the original “trailer court”.
Do we see a replacement for Jason D. Brown as the most famous of the “Most Wanted” list? An Olympic snowboarder (2002) is wanted for questioning, that grey area of law enforcement. Once again we see the tactic of guilt by inference. Ryan James Wedding is now plastered over the airwaves as the top criminal in the world. Until you look closely, none of the posters or the announcements by Bondi actually state that there are any warrants. The most they say is that Wedding is “accused”, which is not the same thing.
An indictment is a very low standard, little more than an opinion that a crime has occurred. Careful, I must say, I am NOT defending any criminal. I am criticizing the foul method of putting people on a list that implies they are criminals when they should be presumed innocent. You have the right to not talk to the police, but they will label you a fugitive if you take measures to exercise that right. And I disagree with that kind of thing on principle alone.
He’s probably guilty as hell, (Don’t let his blue eyes and name fool you, this guy is a Columbian thug.) But the list buffaloes people they don’t have enough evidence to formally charge. My beef is with that policy. There is no right to remain silent if they can keep you in a prison cell in the meanwhile. There is no presumption of innocence if they can turn you into a fugitive, also in the meanwhile. I’m saying if a person is merely “wanted for questioning”, he has a right to walk right past a police station. Anything less is coercion.
The first winter fog and it is bone-chilling. Visibility around a half a block, but my concern with weather centers on if it stops me from getting anything done. This morning I fed the cats and then myself. They are feral so only the other neighbor’s tame cat, shown here, will chow down right away. The wee pyramids of food on individual blocks is so they won’t fight over the food. There is one older cat, almost blind and deaf, gets a special private serving.plate to one side.
More rumblings from Alberta, which in effect is already the 51sth state. It’s significantly more connected to the US as a trade partner than to Ottawa. Plus, it seems recently Alberta began asking Ottawa for an accounting of the money being shipped east and were snubbed. The big question is, will I make a special van trip to Bartow just to buy coffee? I am out and the local shops don’t sell what I like. The slide of house prices, ever so slight, is now a trend in Tennessee. I’ll be watching, but houses there still cost twice what they are worth.
Pardon if I fixate, but more news of western Canadian separation arrives and in a new form—not talk, but conditions that show this move has been in the works for a long time. And anticipated every countermeasure from Ottawa so far. Folks, 88% of my investments are in or near that part of the world. I have been there, and except for a tiny corner of British Columbia, you might as well call the whole place Alberta. And I probably will. Compared to southern Alberta, the rest of the terrain from Hudson’s Bay to Vancouver Island isn’t worth the time of day unless Calgary says so.
It makes sense, after the treatment the west got over the convoy protests, discontent changed to hatred. Separation would not just change the map, it would destroy the whole rotten Ontario structure. The easterners could no longer even pay their debt. The free $25 billion they’ve been looting Alberta for has propped their spending spree and even if the breakaway is a no-go, they will never see that money again. At least not with their accustomed heartlessness.
To solidify their position, Alberta is apparently kicking out Federal offices and their employees. No more eastern stranglehold on the system and Ottawa had it coming. Other countries have malaria, Canada has Ontario bureaucrats. I won’t go into detail at this time, but the events in Alberta have a direct bearing on my situation.
College remedial math class.
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Here's the big breakfast for the cats. This is the back yard. The cats don't know me, so most are under the house. They get a choice of wet or dry food, I think Howie spoils them. I have to put out smaller piles to tempt them, where all he has to do is rattle the box. The critter shown here is Max, the other neighbor's feline grabbing a free snack.
I made it downtown for the coffee. As feared, I spent $74, including a windshield wiper for the Hyundai. One wiper, the driver’s side. $22. Yep, I guessed right, our Algerian renter is about to make some land claims because his father was a scissors salesman. He’s helping our 31-ish Boston lady study Paris in the last war, so dollar to donuts he’s about to “discover” WWII was all about how badly the Jews were treated. I’m debating trashing the disks, but let’s see how far this goes for now. It’s another lame holocaust narrative posing as a coming of age plot. As if I don’t find that French accent annoying enough.
In grade school we were assigned articles to read about the Libyan independence war against Italian colonization. This was back when TIME magazine actually reported mostly unbiased news. It was the same as in most colonies, a tiny group on about nationalism. When they won there was some dancing while the Europeans left. But it died down when the electricity went out and the water became unsafe. The food shortages began and the garbage piled up in the streets. The people who didn’t die looked around at their new-found national freedom and thought, this is it?


