I've been seeing a lot of negative postings online about immigration lately, to the point that even immigrants have started posting anti-immigration memes, which has made me confused; but inspired to make this ridiculous statement:
I've been trying to figure out which country I am even supposed to go back to; but all my family immigrated from different goddamn countries; now I hate myself in so many different ways because I am a job stealing immigrant TIMES FOUR OR FIVE OR SIX AT LEAST...
It's horrible... I can't sleep at night...
I have a terrible confession to make...
As a child... My family and I were immigrants...
My parents stole innocent Australian's jerbs; ruthlessly damning those Australian's entire families to certain death.
I spent years laying awake thinking about those families, and how hard it must be to exist since my mother took the one industrial seamstress job that the other families mother could have had, obviously; and my dad ruthlessly stole the pastor job from what obviously is now a dead Australian pastor and his entire family, who is also dead; from exposure and starvation...
Sewing our immigrant seeds of chaos, we moved back to Canada; as if to flippantly say "We didn't even need those jerbs, anyway; dead Australian families numbering in the millions that we caused the deaths of by stealing their jerbs."...
Seriously tho, everyone is an immigrant, we all come from Africa; all these arguements people are having are riiiidiculous; even 100 years ago you didn't need paper work to cross national boarders, now we have to pay to travel and must be Government approved, and an attitude of hostility to the OutSider has fermented...
Total fucking bullshit.
... Given how hard it is to spell "foreigners"; it doesn't surprise me that most of the ignorant people here are against "immigrants"... And specifically avoid the word "foreigners"...
Can't expect people that dumb to know how to spell a word that hard...
The following was typed out as a Facebook status feed; while waking up and stumbling my way through the nightmare that is the Window's 10 inaugural boot up with all the useless crap running.
... Fuck Windows 10...
~Am not even awake yet, and am insanely mad and hungry and confused; all because of Windows 10...
It is making me dizzy...
~I hate this goddamn CIA operative motherfucking pig ass operating system from Hell...
~HOW DO I MAKE THE SPANISH WOMEN NOT SPY ON ME SO I CAN GET THAT RAM BACK?
~HOW MANY FIRE WALL TURN OFF BUTTONS ARE THERE HIDDEN IN THIS MOTHERFUCKER?
~Based on Windows 10's retarded amount of security features; I'm guessing the average Microsoft employee won't have sex with their own spouse, without having put on five condoms, layered over one another, first...
~Average Microsoft employees enjoying alone time with their spouse:
Can't have enough security.
~Still cannot find uninstall menu
~Found it... Had to use this 'search function' thing...
~Still no idea where it actually is...
~Still don't know how to get start menu back...
~Windows 10 is the hipster of O/S...
It's utterly useless, has zero function, shouldn't have been born, should have been aborted, should have been eaten as a soup instead in some sketchy back ally Chinese restaurant that serves tiger penis as well; it's flashy; and has a lot of useless colours and bobbles all over it; and clearly no engineers had anything to do with it's development, just a bunch of Andy Warhold wanna be fucktards; who wouldn't know the first thing about function over fashion, if their miserable, deluded little hipster lives depended on it...
I'm just glad Microsoft hasn't taken over the fishing rod market...
~Seems to takes several seconds to load anything; even when saving a picture there is a long delay and a loading icon to bring up the save file dialoge window.
Oh and you got to buy a shit load of the programs that used to come with Windows for free; like their half retarded DVD player for 15 bucks; that doesn't do nearly anything VLC player does... For free...
Even Solitaire is up for sale now... I don't play it ever, but that is ridiculous...
The only thing that kept me calm and not on the edge of killing myself to avoid the experience of dealing with Windows 10 'security apps'; was a cat to pat the whole time, and Brian Eno playing calming music; the same Brian Eno it turns out as my friend Joe points out; wrote the original Windows intro music song we all love; which in Joe's opinion was to ".,.specifically to calm people down before they had to deal with Windows..."
Final Rating:
Pig shit out of of a possible 10 stars.
Canada is so corrupt now, that way too many of my blog postings have to use this painting as a header image...
NOTE TO BILL C-51 CENSORS, MONITORS, ANTI-TERRORIST UNITS, CSIS, RCMP, JTF2, AND SO ON:
THIS BLOG ENTRY DOES NOT ADVOCATE VIOLENCE OR TERRORISM; IT IS SIMPLY AN OPINION OF AN OUTRAGED CITIZEN WHO IS TIRED OF GOVERNMENT AND CORPORATIONS CONSTANTLY BEING ALLOWED TO DESTROY, RAPE, AND PILLAGE THE WORLD AROUND US.
IF THEY DO INVESTIGATE AND ARREST/CHARGE ME OVER THIS BLOG POST, IT ONLY PROVES HOW BAD THE POLICE STATE HAS GOTTEN.
Knowing words in this day and age is a dangerous thing to know...
Update: The Race Traitor Leona Aglukkaq; has banned me from her Facebook page, without even interacting back to my questions, and then allegations that she is in bed with Big Oil, and all her pretending to care about the people is just that; a theatrical production.
This blog in it's entirety was created originally for philosophical thinking space; and a few days earlier I had sworn off 'being aware of politics' altogether; as it is 'a stupid child's game'; and I have better things to do with my time than know how fucking petty our leaders are.
As a regular viewer may have noticed, this is not the case... OR... Philosophy and Politics are inseparable; and if the philosophers are not thinking about politics; who is?
Surely not the politicians, look at the mess they've made of their world and ours!
Now that I've written that, I bet they will really freak out; because anytime they read anything I write about politics, philosophy and environment combined together; they freak the fuck out...
The 120 page report that seven detachments of RCMP, and the National Counter Terrorism Unit wrote and delivered to me while charging me with threats against Big Oil, that I forgot I made online; shows me more than enough of their logical thinking skills; they are all up at 3 in the morning snorting massive lines of coke and losing their shit over 'terrorists behind every corner and bush'.
"I SUGGEST YOU SEEK COUNSELING AND MEDICATION."; I would say to these people, mocking the Big Oil supporters who usually say that to environmentalists who's equilibrium is disrupted by the chaotic destruction of all that is good around one's soul.
The ethics and moral philosophy that is illegal in Canada; so don't read this and go do it; or even think it; just read it then pretend you never read it; so then Harper can't see your thoughts that your heard it and headbag you of to secret terrorist prison, for thinking terrorist thoughts:
We should be allowed to threaten and kill politicians and corporate people all we want; seeing as they constantly go on Television to threaten and kill us; also given how much power they already have...
But only if we have a well written out reason; I don't mean just randomly throwing them off bridges (Although I'm sure that would help the economy and nation over all...); but when they commit actions that threaten your life and well being, you should be entitled to commit actions back to them.
It would create a balance... But Politicians and Corporation hate balance, they want to be the cheaters on the game server who have hacked the game, kicked all the admins out; and are now ruthlessly killing everyone on the server to wrack up utterly meaningless points (Money in this case.) as a result.
A politicians job is essentially to sit around doing nothing other than finding ways to steal your money, and kill you without you noticing.
A series of checks and balances in power; like a guillotine next to every Politician and CEO's desk, to remind them of their ultimate fate, should they step even a goddamn inch out of line.
Politicians and Corporations would be a helluva lot more careful about what they built, and where, and the environmental outcomes of said projects...
DISCIPLINE; WE NEED GODDAMN DISCIPLINE FOR OUR LEADERS.
HARDCORE, MOTHERFUCKING, MAKE YOU PUKE BLOOD PRECISION ORIENTED DISCIPLINE.
Woke up today, and was immediately faced with this article; before even having drank coffee.
Canada's traitorous "Environmental" Minister (See also: Minister of Toxic Industry and Pollution.); Leona Aglukkaq; who is ALLEGEDLY a Native Canadian; but clearly has betrayed her blood line, and sits comfortable in the ranks of the Crown, the Commonwealth, and the Industrialists.
God. Damn. Her.
She clearly either has no intellectual capacity for the job; or is utterly under the influence of the industrialists.
This dizzy cunt; who's very blood should rebel against her; allowed "Under its Well Containment Plan, Shell says it can have a primary capping stack in place within 12 to 21 days after a blowout."
While in America; land of the goddamn oil spill; we see:
"The U.S. Interior Department's Bureau of Safety and Environmental Enforcement has given Shell an exploration permit on the condition that it must have a capping stack on a vessel nearby on standby that must be deployed within 24 hours of a blowout."
You know your nation is fucked, when your Government is more corrupt than the United States of America's Government.
Don't even start with that "Well the Canadian Government wasn't ALWAYS evil!" line of bullshit.
If you study your Canadian history, you will see every facet of our Government is designed for genocide of the Natives (Which makes Leona Aglukkaq, a race traitor, as well as an environmental and political traitor.), destruction of the environment in favour of foreign Governments (Originally Britain, now America; shifting to China, who is even taking our fish and lobster.), and utter contempt for the rights of the individual, while promoting an international image as a "Human Rights Champion".
The REAL Canada is a heartless thug, with millions of people's innocent blood all over it's hands, who has burned down all the forests, and poisoned all the animals.
You call that a culture you are proud of?
That is degeneracy.
There... I think I got it all out. I feel better now.
Oh, and fuck you Leona Aglukkaq; you are a goddamn evil cunt and deserve no respect, as you have no honour.
Fuck you too, Harper; for making Canada even worse than it already was; but: "Thank-you", also; for opening my eyes that it was always 'this bad'; you are just the one crazy enough to go fully public with the Canadian Police State.
This age of corruption and willful ignorance to reality must come to an end; not to sound like an Old Testament prophet, but if you, oh Children of Canada; do not change ye ways; all ye shall see the outcome of your actions in the premature deaths of your children, your land, your crops and livestock; you will reap what you have sewn; while all may seem well today, at this moment; things will not continue on this path; the oceans are very close to total collapse; and once they go; we all go.
The only way to even minutely turn that damage back is to change our industrial ways, and even then, scientists are predicting it will be at least a 1,000 years before the damage we have wrote is corrected by nature in the slightest.
"Ocean acidification;is the ongoing decrease in the pH of the Earth's oceans, caused by the uptake of carbon dioxide (CO) from the atmosphere. An estimated 30–40% of the carbon dioxide released by humans into the atmosphere dissolves into oceans, rivers and lakes."
There is a thought going around, showing two of NASA`s Blue Marble photographs of the Earth; one from 2000 and the other from 2015; with the former having a clear view of the lands and oceans, and the latter having a smear of grey over everything.
Did NASA just happen to take the 2015 photos on a very cloudy day, across the entire globe?
Many are claiming this is the final proof of the scale the Weather Modification operations are working on.
I took some time today, to go Googling about for NASA space pictures; and frankly; they are not as common as you'd think; and there are a lot that are out there which, even with my keen life long interest in space; I have not seen before; with tidbits I did not know about.
So here I will share some of the stranger things I found, and the obvious Blue Marble photos.
Let me get a coffee and a smoke, first...
This is a series of photographs taken in 1948; utilizing a captured Nazi V-2 rocket, with a camera rigged onto it in place of the war head.
This has nothing to do with Weather Mod; it's just crazy that the Nazi's V-2 rocket was capable of reaching Near Earth Space...
Think about that for as long as you need to..........
This is a photo from 1960; the caption explains it pretty well; not much of not here; other than the enormous weather system reaching across the ocean... If I'm not mistaken; that weird shaped bit of land sticking out, is where I live; Nova Scotia; which makes that the Atlantic; and I watch weather charts in real time (They are my browser's opening pages...) and never see storm systems like that form. Note the wispy trails coming off the edges...
The 1950's and 1960's were a time of heavy weather modification experimenting; I've read about some devastating results; including entire American towns being wiped off the map; along with it's utilization in the Vietnam war.
This is from Apollo 8; taken by the astronauts in 1968.
It is called "Earth Rise".
We see some very strange weather systems in place here, including one that is splitting into two hydra head like shapes in opposing directions in the lower left quadrant..
Now for the more recent, higher resolution images...
This is from 2002... Looks good right?
Some minor wisps around Southern Australia; looks like they are trying to pull rain up and inland...
Over all though, the globe is clear looking in terms of cloud cover.
Natural even... Although from what I've been seeing in terms of scientific studies via Google search; I might not have ever seen 'natural weather' in my thirty one years of existence in this body, on this planet.
Now the fucked up part...
This is the Blue Marble image released by NASA in 2012.
Something looks... Different... Eh... ?
First; America is an enormous fucking desert.
Second; there is as assload of cloud cover smeared across the globe; an awful lot of which has the give away wispy trails of a cloud seeding operation.
"But isn't making rain good?"
You might ask...
No... We don't "make" rain... This operation speeds up the water cycle, and the negative results outweigh the positive; from torrential downpours that wash out embankments, leading to the loss of rivers; and the increase in evaporation/degradation of water retention and so on.
What the Governments and Corporations are publicly listing as their intent in most of these cases are "Solar Management" operations; I.E. clouding the skies over to block the Sun; using Sulfates; including Sulfuric Acid as this nut on the Colbert Report states on international television; along with various other uses; including "reducing hail size"...
Final image...
This is from 2015; brand spanking new.
Look at that cloud cover!
It doesn't even make sense any more, it's just massive smears of grey, dirty looking cloud cover. The globe even looks dimmer (Hilariously enough:The ability of stratospheric sulfate aerosolsto create a global dimming effect..."...) and all blotted out.
Is someone trying to turn our planet into Venus, or what?
Finally here is a link I found along the way; discussing how one of the worst mass extinction events was caused by conditions (No one is sure of what CAUSED the conditions, however...); very similar to where our society of industrial pollution and toxic technology; is taking the conditions of our planet at this very moment; from the oceans collapsing, to the mass removal of forests; it's coming: When Planet Earth Nearly Killed All Life.
A cranky old man (Presumably... Or it was Waye Mason...) on the internet demanded someone post a link to something that explains why our Politicians are tit headed morons, knuckle dragging, and incompetent boobs.
I posted links to the Waye Mason entries.
To which he responded by going on a rant about the 'unreputable blog'...
For everyone over the age of 35, let me explain something about the internet to you.
If you consider something 'unreputable'; all it takes is a quick Google search, and you will find out (Sometimes you will have to figure out, through critical thinking.); that the information is either true or false.
Of course CBC has turned off commenting on the story, so it's impossible for me just to say this to that guy; so I am saying it here; because if I said it on Facebook; I couldn't generate ad revenue from the words.
Thank you, Google; oh supreme corporate over lords.
My previous boat was left on a giant ass hill top, over looking the ocean; with a crazy old man.
That's another story entirely though.
A horrible, horrible, horrible other story, entirely... Which we will not speak of right now, until some other time.
Never let an impatient person push you into anything, unless you feel 100% okay with the jump.
Here are some pictures of my previously built boat at different stages of completion...
It's a basic Jon Boat; 4 foot wide, 11 foot long, 2 foot deep, with a conservative displacement of 1995 lbs; but she can take more.
Installed an old 10 person tent on a rib cage made of PVC water piping for protection from the weather while out sailing; which I never got to do in her.
View from the front with tent deployed.
From the stern, and entrance to the tent proper.
Then this massive tarp deployed over everything to completely water/weather proof the innards, in emergency storm situations.
Installed 26 inch mountain bike front forks and wheels; but placed them in the wrong position for full leverage and learned a lesson there; it is still fully mobile however; just takes a bit of oopmh... A lot easier than moving it without the wheels and lever, that is for sure.
Finished up and kitted out; I then had to move house literally within days/hours of this picture; and within 24 hours of that, had left it on a mountain top with a lunatic who's dog tried to eat my kitten; because he wouldn't help me get it up the loading ramp of the truck; and for some reason; who I gave a painting to after all this; along with my favorite book on farming.
And that was the single worst day of my goddamn life.
Anyway.
Here is the new boat design I am going to be putting together; these are just rough measurements right now, and will probably be expanded from 3 foot wide, to 3 and a half foot wide; and 1.5 feet deep to 2 feet deep, just to maximize inside room space and the addition of a small wrap around shelf.
It's designed to be two independent units, which click together to make a 12.5 foot long boat; then disassemble to make a small camper trailer; that can be stored in a city apartment, and pulled by hand to the water's edge when utilized for boating.
The design on the left hand side is a rough idea for a door, I am torn between one large door, which can operate as a small awning for rain coverage; or two small doors; which would be trickier to get out of without breaking the lower door with my weight.
I have a set of solar panels which will be rigged onto the outside; and an electric trolling motor for propulsion; it will also be rigged with oars, and a Yuloh, (Ancient Chinese Secret.) for extra style points.
I still have to draw up the trailer, but more or less know what it is; a simple frame with bike front forks/wheels; when the boat deploys from clam shell mode; the trailer flips upside down, and clicks into place on top of the bow section; placed flush and out of the way of the passenger(s) up front.
This is an older design from last summer when I first started thinking about a cabin trailer boat cart thing. It's a lot clunkier, but it's also a lot roomier, and potentially can fit a small garden in the top segment; if done with precision.
It cannot however be easily store in an apartment, but would be perfect for living in full time; should one chose to. Which I've considered. Winter here is pretty harsh; but I enjoy it; so it's more of a pleasurable challenge to me than a bad thing. That is why there is a chimney from a small wood stove that is built into the front, utilizing my Solo Stove.
So that's that.
Boat plans, ideas, and future potential.
Should I fuck off from society in my clam shell boat cabin thing; you can be sure when I find free Wifi connections, and will update the blog with whatever the Hell it is that has happened along the way.
Here is a video from when I finished building the hull of the boat; only to realize I wasn't able to lift it more than half an inch, due to it's enormous weight (Used way too much wood, and way too thick wood... Lesson learned... But damn, this thing would survive the Biblical Apocalypse itself...); so that is when I learned how to use levers...
I enjoy engaging in both the act of fishing, and the act of making art.
Fishing is great fun; and so is making art.
The two are a lot a like however.
I never catch any fish, and I never sell any art.
Today I am trying a different kind of lure tho, if I manage to get to the store to get it.
Walmart is more convenient; but they fund Israeli propaganda; so I'm not too keen on shopping there; even for a one dollar lure.
Canadian Tire is good; but at least 2-3 kilometers out of the way, then another 2-3 kilometers to the fishing spot, which is approximately 4 kilometers from my abode.
I live across the street from the ocean inlet known as the Halifax Harbour, but I cannot fish there; as an enormous cargo yard sits between me and the ocean waters. It's kind of frustrating, but that is how it is when you are poor. Being rich get's you convenience.
Maybe based off that skewed logic I should put the extra effort into going to Canadian Tire, since I'm poor and suspicious of convenience.
The lure I was using, is too big for the fish; this was not obvious at first; as the fish the mackerel go for are about the same size as the lure on the line.
However, yesterday while fishing, the guy SITTING DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME; was pulling up fish like there was no tomorrow; while I sat there for HOURS not catching shit.
I saw his lure tho, tiny little silver thing; exactly like my buddy had described to me, only way smaller than I imagined it would, thus the larger lure on the line.
Something tells me I need to do the same for art; but how is the question; a German guy told me a story about an artist yesterday; and how as a younger man he lacked the maturity to sell his paintings, but the gusto to paint; so he painted; until he was mature enough to hold an auction sort of thing.
While the German guy was chatting, he showed my friend and I his new camera phone, which I looked up later; it shoots at 16 mega pixels.
I shoot with a 5 MP camera at the moment; and do recognize it's limitations; which I try to work into the photo itself; so I am well aware of digital photography and blah blah blah...
This thing was crazy as fuck tho.
Like seeing through whole new eyes or something; it was ridiculous.
Took incredible photos; every detail of the water's ripples was captured for a vast distance out into the harbour; this bastard even picked up the sun light and how it moved INTO the water.
Suffice to say, I want one.
It was an easy sale.
Before that my friend and I saw a guy riding a self propelled board thing, like a sideways skateboard; with electric motors and glowing blue LED lamps...
We've stumbled our way into the beginning of the cyber punk, science fiction future everyone was starting to doubt would ever arrive.
And I still donno how to catch a goddamn fish or sell a painting.
Patience.
All lessons come with time.
Hopefully a lot sooner than right before I die from old age.
After a long day out marauding I like to come home to a good smoothy.
Tonight, while not wanting to waste good things; I found a great recipe by mistake.
Take a bucket of moldy strawberries, cut the mold off; them.
Use black squishy bananas.
Add whatever else.
Blend.
Force your self through the first couple smashes; then wait a bit; then you are golden; drink with caution from there.
After the first half liter; wait for the hot wave of sweat to start on your body; maybe have a smoke or something during that; after this you are golden. Weed goes great as a complimentary dish once you get the drunk sensation.
Try not to kill yourself with it.
Don't do this if you are under legal drinking age; I guess.
This is the blog post that will most likely be responsible for my assassination; give the circles we will be dealing with.
Up until a few days ago, I only knew Waye Mason as: "That politician that constantly insults people online; and always shoots down good ideas, if they don't have anything to do with his special little district; in favour of terrible ideas that have to do with his special little district."
So I engaged him on social media, stating all his kind should be euthanized; as they are stopping the progress of our civilization; to which he responded to 'say that to his face' (Oooh; fightin' words... lolol...); but I didn't want to do the three hour round trip walk; because I was too hungry and only had so much food to last the last few days of survival; and because his behaviour on Twitter made it clear all I would get was 10 minutes of juvenile big mouthed politician, who wouldn't let me get a word in edge wise.
Remember; his job is literally not letting other people talk, so that he can talk.
I posted a previous blog entry, laying out exactly what I meant by my comment, and the, in my opinion, the why's and how's of our regressed progress.
Waye repeatedly refused to engage over this posting, deleting the link each time it was Tweeted to him; then finally banning my Twitter, calling my childish in his final message, which also declared the block (How grown up of you, Way......... lolololol...)...
So I contacted his Facebook page, which he had posted a video to, mocking that I did not show up; then had carried on a conversation with a follower, further mocking that I had not shown up; so I posted the link to the blog, and explained why I had not shown up; which he deleted, repeatedly; until he blocked me.
Then a fellow Thought Gang member took the initiative, and soon had Waye threatening to call the police on me, for thinking I was he.
Waye hates when someone responds to a challenge that Waye has issued.
After all this however; a local person approached me about my blog; giving me access to information.
There are a lot of rumours on the street level about Waye; he's got a long and sordid history among the populations of Halifax and Dartmouth; fleeting in their time; mostly living abroad; but getting his kicks in while he was here.
He says with the introduction, that he was born in Halifax/Dartmouth (He was born in two different cities?); then states he's 'lived abroad'; but doesn't get into specifics.
A few lines later, we see him stating he's been involved with the Halifax music community 'for since' 1989; implying he must have lived here since 1989 at least; but doesn't get into his pre-University era life much; 1989 seems to be where little Waye is born into the public light, at least in terms of internet public information about him. So he's still a mystery man; allegedly from Halifax/Dartmouth, one or the t'other.
Waye then goes on to not only make a joke about viewing his posts with suspicion (Some would say all jokes contain a kernel of truth.)...
...but then goes on to brag about attempting to break the law (Which I am pretty sure is still breaking the law; as people get arrested and charged for attempted murder this, that and the other; all the time.) by hacking into Dalhousie University... Which my esteemed cousin Ernest Guptill; help set up the physics lab of; so I find this personally insulting on some vague ancestral level; chalk it up to viking genetics... "j/k".... lolololol...
Okay, so onto the real dirt.
Further rumour on the street has it Waye is gunning for the Mayoral position of our nepotistic little city (That is foreshadowing, folks...) and might even have dreams of hitting up Federal politics one day.
But first...
An interlude.
And the part that is going to be responsible for my assassination.
What kind of stock does Waye come from?
What's his breeeeeed?
He positions himself publicly as Dartmouth boy (Dare I say, hoodrat; even.) done good; and full achievement of the dream that is entering local politics to help his community through the manipulations and machinations of being a local representative.
Ooookay; so maybe he is... Or maybe he's part of an extremely wealthy and influential family who's very existence, should Waye enter Federal level politics, be a professional conflict of interest for his career?
"That's CRAAAAA-ZZZ-YYYY!" you say to me through the computer monitor as you put your coffee mug back down; and enjoy the warmth of it flowing to your stomach.
Well according to publicly obtainable information online; the previous statement is not only true, but not even close to the full craaziness that is Waye Mason's family and thus connected financial interests.
Lord Jeazhus Fuck; don't let me be assassinated over this.
If my apartment is blown up by a drone strike, or I vanish under mysterious circumstances; or am killed 'by a heart attack' (They have heart attack guns you know, look it up...); or anything, anything, anything, anything out of the ordinary of me being alive and existing happens; THIS IS THE REASON WHY...
Are you still with me?
Sorry for going all Alex Jones there...
I'm not use to dealing with this kind of content, I'm more of a 'farm conspiracy' kind of guy...
*Deep breaths*
Okay...
I'm going to go have a smoke first, and pour myself a coffee; I will be right back...
According to Lynn Mason's Wikipedia ARTICLE (The man has an article, not a user name profile... Jeazhus... What are we dealing with here, some kind of historically relevant character? ... More foreshadowing...)... He has been, is, was, or heralded to be eventually:
So basically he was in charge of everything in the Navy, ever.
The last sentence is the one of interest though; it's so subtle; doesn't suggest anything; "How boring." you say; "CarteNav Solutions? What an innocuous name. It makes maps I bet."
/Spanish accent No, my friend! /Spanish accent
CarteNav is a terrifying weapons solution corporation; based out of lovely Halifax, Nova Scotia.
I would take screen shots of their website; but they've got copyright notices on everything; and are particular about using images without permission; and they can blow up my house from a thousand kilometers away... So I will just copy and paste bits of text here, from their own publicity page:
Starting with the opening line: "From our base in Halifax, Nova Scotia, CarteNav has built a solid reputation..."
Your "base"? How come if I set up a base, the Government raids me, but you get to set up a base; you USED to work for the Government, and I thought only the Government was allowed to set up bases; for our protection of course; which is why they are all nestled in among high density poverty stricken neighbourhoods; I'm sure; so you obviously can protect the poor and weak FIRST, and not so that when and if someone attacks your base; they conveniently blow up all the poor people you don't want to deal with as refugees anyway; while trying to hit your base in their back yard...
Going on: "Our signature products, AIMS-ISR® and AIMS-HD, maximize the performance and decision-making capabilities of defence, security and industry clients the world over. "
Yeah, no; I have not a sweet clue what that means either... We're going to have to consult the Oracle Of Google...
How eerie... There is no Wikipedia article on it; like an F-16 or other weapon system...
Which is fine and dandy; I mean; I'd rather our super Navy ships, presumably soon to be geared with AI to drive themselves; and go utterly rogue, etc etc; et al; so on and so forth; then the damn OTHER TEAM, whoever they are right now, have them; those fuckers; I hate that other team; they are not our team or our flags!
OUR FLAGS ARE THE BEST FLAGS!!!
I'm getting off track here; it's that last coffee I drank...
After scouring the Google for Waye's position on the recent 2011 $25 billion dollar Navy ship contract; and not finding him taking any official position on such a matter; (His silence speaks volumes in this context.) which is not 'on the surface' surprising; as he was not involved in local politics on any authority level until 2012; what I did find was an old forum posting; under the imaginative user name....... "Waye Mason"...
Brilliant internet handle; it's genius; very cutting edge.
"It is so much money that the various power elites, cliques, special interest groups and old bous won't have to change ANYTHING, we can use the cash to paper over our fundamental, foundational issues as a society and a province."
Yes Waye... Yellow highlights indicate his interest; oh boy; so much money; won't have to change ANYTHING; especially the growing weapons industry in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
"One of Nova Scotia’s fastest-growing industries is defence, security, and aerospace, which generates $600 million in annual revenues and has a workforce of more than 6,000. Add in the Department of National Defence, with a workforce of 9,000 and annual revenues of $1 billion, and you can see why international companies are interested.
In April, CAE, a leader in modelling, simulation, and training for civil aviation and defence, announced that it’s expanding its defence-and-security team in Halifax. In 2013 Jazz Aviation LP consolidated its London, Ont., and Halifax heavy maintenance bases in Halifax.
Another sign of the growing local industry is the Canadian Defence Security and Aerospace Exhibition Atlantic, which has become the second-largest defence industry trade show in Canada with upwards of 1,500 people attending and 100 exhibitors. “It’s a business-to-business event,” says Colin Stephenson, the exhibition’s executive director. “We’re a gateway event. Firms from Europe or South America interested in doing procurement [with the Canadian government] come here to learn how.”
CarteNav Solutions Inc., a Halifax-based technology company whose specialized software is used by the Canadian military and firms worldwide, is experiencing exciting growth and looking to hire. The company had a breakthrough with one of its biggest customers, L-3 Communications Holdings Inc., last year and expects sales to jump. “It’s a growth period for us,” says former Canadian navy commander and CEO Lynn Mason. “We’re excited about the future.” "
Red highlight indicates his interest in lining daddy's pockets; but stating a vague social cause for the surface reasons for supporting it.
Here I was thinking he was going to bash the elites and what not; but then sings their praises; what a man of the people!
I thought this was the end of the article, but I poked a few more pages through the discussion and found these gems...
Gonna pour some more coffee; and then get to this part; in closing.
Oh of course; if "The Province" were flush with cash; everything would be peachy... Currently Nova Scotia generates 2+ billion dollars per year off income tax alone... 921,727 people live in Nova Scotia; not all of them are even paying income tax; most of us are on welfare and employment insurance (As goes the national joke.)... Assuming everyone did pay income tax; and equally; that works out to... $2169.839876666301 a year... Per person... Then there are property taxes, sales taxes, gas taxes, smoke taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes; very low corporate taxes though; and our billionaires seem to be let off easy, going so far as Clearwater's owner; to help snub the local film tax credit, while raking in multi-millions, for his own interests in said tax credits.
A leader....... LIKE WAYE... To lead the way... The way out of the economic activity mire; with huge Navy contracts, that his family will not benefit from in anyway, shape or form!
Uh.......... Oh yeah?... I donno what this means; technically; but what it tells me is Waye is well acquainted with the military equipment; and the needs of Government, which can only be met through private contracts (In the interest of the average Nova Scotian, of course.) that involve rebuilding the entire Navy, preferably.
I would say "Joining the 21st Century" would involve NOT building further sophisticated Big Brother 1984 Government Super Sense Machines; and would NOT involve killing people in other countries for profit and personal gain; and WOULD involve seeing our planet as a living organism; which we are an intricate part of as a whole; and are a single multi-cellular Gestalt; who has only so much space on this planet to exist; and if we do not work together to establish a firm foot hold in space; will run out of the resources required to do so; and thus be stuck here; hating each other in close proximity, forever; and since Waye's dad's generation blew up all the previously obtainable resources; and now focus on blowing up more of them; we can be sure they will run out of ammunition, eventually one day; even though it can be made out of dirt; it will be a long way off from now; so we will never enjoy peace as long as we let these little boys with big toys continue to run amok for cash money.
That's how I'm ending this motherfucker of a blog entry.
Jeazhus; I thought this was only going to be a few paragraphs at most.
So much for rumours...
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As seen in my earlier postings; I was once beat senseless, kidnapped, and psychologically tortured for 18.5 hours by the Halifax Regional Municipality Police Department.
Two shifts worth of it at least.
Now, every time a video is shared on Facebook; or any other platform; even just seeing the thumbnail causes a spike in adrenaline, leading to the increase in mental and physical stress; which then takes considerable effort to realign back into something of a productive energy; which is essentially what I am doing right now, after accidentally clicking a police brutality video, which on the thumb nail looked like something else entirely.
When a police vehicle drives by, even though I am doing nothing illegal; I get an enormous boost in adrenaline; sometimes to the point that it leaves me shaking and sick feeling; which used to only happen after full out fist fights when I was a kid; it's the come down after a certain amount is released.
I've never had any problem with a criminal, or a terrorist; the only person who has ever used violence and threats of violence to push a political agenda on me, has been the police; and if I did have a problem with a criminal; if it were not for the police; I could just bury said criminal; which would probably make most criminals think twice about committing crimes against others. The criminals know the justice system will not tolerate lethal force, let alone hunting down and avenging an act...
Under Celtic law; order was maintained through honour; once your personal honour in the community dipped below a certain point, people could just start cutting off your arms and legs if they felt like it; with no legal consequences... But you were an asshole; and have no honour; so it's your own damn fault, isn't it?
People would also be exiled into the wilderness as a punishment for delinquency in the community; whereby they would die on their own, most likely eaten by some enormous over sized ancient wolf.
These day's the police themselves fall within these honourless bounds and grounds for exile; yet they are the ones enforcing the rules; most of which they are busy blatantly breaking themselves.
See how many police around you ever use their blinker to signal a lane change for the most basic example.
Then at the extreme end we have physical assaults, kidnappings, threats, and out right publicly witnessed and filmed murders; the acts of which are never justified, or the officer ever punished; usually receiving a 'paid suspension'.
So if you want to become a ruthless serial killer who gets paid vacations every time he gets caught killing someone; become a cop.
With Nova Scotia Power's rising rates; I need some kind of job that will pay the bills.
So applied to this video game company in Montreal.
From that I hope to save enough to buy land to start an off grid farm, either on the St. Lawrence in Quebec, or somewhere in the Maritimes on one of our mighty rivers.
Might start off grid farms in both; who knows,
This means I need a portfolio, proper to their company; which develops science fiction and medieval fantasy games; I sent them links to my regular art; but let them know I'd have a portfolio developed specifically for them within a couple weeks.
Since this is the sort of stuff I like drawing all day anyway; it sounded like a good idea to apply there; plus my muse found the posting, and I'm not going to argue with her on it.
In the last two days, just off the top of my head I drew these two fuckers; and have plenty more coming; each of these concept drawings will also require what is called a character sheet; which shows the unit from front, side, and three quarters view; generally speaking; and then breaks down any particular small details.
This guy is a Tank style Knight; with the idea he can block with his head as well as his forearm shield; and keep on trucking; no idea why there is a feather on the top; just felt right; he's a fancy fellow; and even while butchering his way through the enemy hoards, he likes to have a feather in his cap; to keep it classy; even if his cap is a giant steel bucket covered in ax and sword scars.
His forearm shield is both strong, and highly agile; also offering up offensive options; including large spiked knuckles. While his right shoulder pauldron with it's large array of spikes; gives him the opportunity to crash into opponents with a deadly running shoulder tackle attack.
This man is a metal bear covered in weaponry; because for terrifying bad guys, you need and even more terrifying good guy.
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