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Mitchieville Remembers

Tuesday, September 11th, 2012

We in Mitchieville know who our enemies are. They hate us, yet they come here and infest our land. They tell us they left their *home country* to get away from the fighting, the death, the horrors. Yet when they get here, they do everything in their power to make our country into the country they left. They use our laws against us. They try to bring in *their* laws. They divide and conquer, lie and cheat.

One thing they have gotten wrong though: they have mistaken our kindness for weakness.

The worm is turning.

We know who our enemies are. And we’re coming to get them, not the other way around.

9/11 – Mitchieville Remembers

Professor Bob – Mitchieville Marathon

Tuesday, December 7th, 2010

Professor Bob is a wise man living at the top of a mountain in Toronto. But the people do not want to climb the stairs. Professor Bob introduced me to the meme of The Money Tree. This piece * was written November 22, 2008.

I knew a lady, single, two kids. She is blond, slim, smart and good looking. She lived on welfare in No Dad City, up on the west hill in Owen Sound, in Ontario. I met her on a beautiful August evening, perfect for sitting with the neighbors on the patio, sipping beer, talking and smoking. I heard her laugh before I saw her.

Later, as the evening passed, we talked. Music, dreams, likes and dislikes.

She believed in the money tree. She thought that “ they “ should provide better schools, clean up the environment, provide “ good jobs “ and end racism.

She had been told, I guess, that with her brains and good looks, she would be a success. She was hanging out, going to school, volunteering, waiting to get hooked up to the money tree. Don’t ask about the man she married, right out of high school.

Maybe Prince Charming is supposed to have a Money Tree in the garden of his castle ???

All the politicians have one.

OJ got off and “ they “ put Martha Stewart in jail.

Hmmmmm. Professor Bob

Remembrance Day, who cares?

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

On my walk to work today, I counted three people wearing those red poppy things. One was a bus driver, one was a gay lawyer, and the last was an old lady walking her dog. I walked past around a hundred people. This duplicates the observations * I made when I lived in Toronto. Remembrance Day is forgotten in Canada. You can argue with me, if you wish. Disagree. Those ninety-seven percent of the population are really quite full of thoughts about whatever it was Remembrance Day was supposed to get you to think about. When I was a kid we had assemblies in school; I do not know what they do in the Toronto District School Board now. The products of that school board do not seem to have picked up the habit. Remembrance Day is forgotten.

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Mitchieville Remembers

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

9/11 – Never Forgive, Never Forget

Saturday, September 11th, 2010

Mitchieville will never forgive & never forget. Our hearts are still with all the family and friends of the murder victims.

**And as we remember the 9th anniversary of the massacre that took place in NYC, we are reminded by the msm that America remembers “amid religious tension”, and that a Pastor of a church of 40 congregants has the power to incite furious violence against us by a group of people that paraded up and down their streets on 9/12 to celebrate the destruction of the great evil – The US of A.

The New Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

Monday, March 29th, 2010

Dmorris sent me an interesting article yesterday that says researchers have concluded that the Edmund Fitzgerald crashed, not because of human error as the U.S. Coastguard attained, but because of a 50 ft wave that split the ship in half. What is the Edmund Fitzgerald, you ask? Hmmmm, you aint from around these parts, are ya?!

The Edmund Fitzgerald left Superior, Wis., on the evening of Nov. 9, 1975, bound for Zug Island, near Detroit. The next day, it encountered a fierce storm and sank. Twenty-nine lives were lost — the greatest disaster in the history of the Great Lakes. The U.S. Coast Guard concluded that the boat sank because the crew left the cargo hatches open, allowing the holds to fill with water.

In the show “Dive Detectives,” a new series for History Television, a diving team deployed wave-generating technology to simulate the conditions faced by the Edmund Fitzgerald. The tests demonstrate how the force of the freak wave, crashing down on the midsection of the boat — already low in the water because of its heavy cargo — might have caused it to split in two.

If this is true, you know what that means, don’t you? Yup, it means Gordon Lightfoot better be working on some new lyrics:

Lightfoot said the conclusion is “definitive.” Instead of singing “at 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in,” he’ll sing “at 7 p.m. it grew dark, it was then, He said, ‘Fellas, it’s been good to know ya.’ “

Whoa, Lightfoot, let’s not be too hasty about this. I mean, why not give the common folk a shot at creating some new lyrics? Maybe the person with the best new line can get an autographed copy of Summertime Dream. Let’s draw something up in pure Canadian fashion. Yes, let’s put a real Canadian spin on this.

I have a few lines I’d like to share with you. Sure, they might not be as wordy as Lightfoot’s new line, but I happen to think they’re pretty darm special.

Here goes:

“at 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in,”….”Me and the boys were all loaded on gin…

“at 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in,”….”the androgynous crew were all celebrating diversity.

“at 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in,”….”But not to worry boys, our healthcare is free.”

“at 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in,”….”obviously the hatchway wasn’t CSA approved or union made.”

“at 7 p.m. a main hatchway caved in,”….”I suppose this is even more proof of the effects of anthropological global warming.”

I can’t see how anyone can possibly come up with anything better than that, but if you feel you have a contribution, I’d love to hear it. Who knows, you just may be writing history. Wow, chew on that thought for a second!

Remembrance Day

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

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Mitchieville remembers and will never forget all those that sacrificed their lives for our freedom.

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

‘For the Fallen’ by Laurence Binyon (1869 – 1943)

**Picture – British Columbia Regiment 1940

Mitchieville Remembers 9/11

Friday, September 11th, 2009

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The memory of 9/11 is as fresh in my mind now as the morning it happened 8 years ago. We at Mitchieville will never forget, nor will we ever forgive.

Today we think about the victims and the friends and families that lost a loved one on that horrible day. Our thoughts and prayers are with you, may God bless you all.

Mitchieville Remembers June 6, 1944

Friday, June 6th, 2008

The anniversary of D-Day is always remembered in the Reginaldson household as my Great-Uncle Felix landed on Juno Beach as part of the second wave on that historic morning in 1944.   I posted about D-Day last year (see here) but haven’t gotten around to telling the story of Felix yet.  I’m not going to post about Felix this year either.  One day I’ll write a post worthy of his sacrifice.  Till then, I’ll leave things be with the inscription my great-grandparents chose for his headstone:

"Your death has left a loneliness the world can never heal"

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(Reg visiting Felix, April 2004, Beny-sur-Mer, France)

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LEST WE FORGET

Mitchieville Remembers Jeff Healey

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Canadians will wake up this morning to hear the sad news that one of our nations finest musical talents, guitar great Jeff Healey, passed away yesterday at the young age of 41. The hour is late and this won’t be the definitive post on his career but I have a “Jeff Healey story” to tell that will rival my Avril story.

Back in high school (the late 80’s) his song ‘Angel Eyes’ was a huge international hit. It was around this same time that Jeff made his acting debut playing a wise (and blind) blues man in the otherwise forgettable movie ‘Roadhouse’ with Patrick Swayze. I took a young lass, my first real girlfriend, to see the movie and the song ‘Angel Eyes’ quickly became “our song”. We danced to it at a couple high school dances, listened to it in the car, and I lost my virginity with that song in the background. Ah young love, I went away to work for the summer and returned home to find she had been sleeping with the guy down the road, needless to say we weren’t an item anymore.

Fast forward to the end of high school, I meet and fall in love with the woman destined to be my ex-wife. What song do we first here on our first date together, yup, ‘Angel Eyes’, which of course becomes “our song”. A year later we are going to college in Peterborough and we got tickets to see The Jeff Healey Band live at The Pines in Bridgenorth. The Pines was a great seedy place to see a guy like Jeff Healey, 300 young and drunk good ol’ Ontario kids in a small venue. The show was incredible and I’m telling you he pulled out all the stops. The closing number of course was ‘Angel Eyes’. The future sole occupant of my house gets teary eyed and says “our song, remember the first time we heard our song together”*. I stuttered something in reply but I’m sure you can all guess as to which ‘first time’ I was really remembering.

Whether it be his at his bar in Toronto (where he gave a pre-teen Jimmy Bowskill his first break), on his radio show, or live in concert Jeff Healey was always the consummate gentleman. In recent years he would take his Jazz Wizards band on the road and play with high school jazz\blues bands to help develop students and spread the good word called The Blues. We will never see his like again.

If you never had the pleasure of seeing Jeff play guitar then this clip will give you a glimpse of what you missed:

*we were on our way to Belleville on a date and I was driving my dad’s ‘72 Chrysler Newport, the song was playing on AM800 CJBQ.

Benazir Bhutto Killed By Her Car Sunroof?

Friday, December 28th, 2007

*Please see updates at the bottom of this post.

Benazir Bhutto hasn’t been dead 24 hours yet and it appears that the world will never know the whole truth behind her murder. When the news first broke reports had it that she had been shot in the neck and then a suicide bomber detonated and bomb. This morning we were told by the AFP:

The surgeon who treated Benazir Bhutto says she died from a shrapnel wound to the head. Authorities initially said the slain Pakistani opposition leader died from bullet wounds. But Dr. Mussadiq Khan, a surgeon who treated her, said Friday that she died from shrapnel that hit her on the right side of the skull. He also says Bhutto had no heart beat or pulse when she arrived at the hospital and that doctors failed in their efforts to resuscitate her ( link ).

In the fog and confusion after this terrible incident I can accept that there would be some discrepancy between the reported facts. Numerous reports stated that a gunman with a Kalashnikov (AK-47) took aim and fired at Bhutto before blowing himself up. If Bhutto’s surgeon said there was no bullet wound then I can accept that, but now the Interior Ministry has an explanation for her death that it expects us all to believe:

ISLAMABAD (AFP) – Pakistan’s interior ministry said Friday that Benazir Bhutto was killed after smashing her head on her car’s sunroof while trying to duck, and that no bullet or shrapnel was found inside her.

The ministry also said it had intercepted a phone call from a top Al-Qaeda figure congratulating a militant for the attack on her Thursday, and said there was “irrefutable evidence” the group was trying to destabilise the country.

Bhutto’s death after a suicide bomber blew himself up at her campaign rally has plunged this nuclear-armed Islamic nation into turmoil, but the ministry said she would have lived if only she had stayed inside her car.

“If she had not come out of the vehicle, she would have been unhurt, as all the other occupants of the vehicle did not receive any injuries,” ministry spokesman Brigadier Javed Cheema said. He said the post-mortem on the populist opposition leader, whose funeral earlier Friday was attended by hundreds of thousands of mourners, found her mortal wound came when she tried to duck after the bomber attacked.

The bomber also apparently fired three times at her but missed, Cheema said. When she ducked, she hit the lever of the sunroof of the car that was to speed her away from a campaign rally as she was gearing up to contest parliamentary elections set for January 8.

“The lever struck near her right ear and fractured her skull,” Cheema said. “There was no bullet or metal shrapnel found in the injury.”( link)

I doubt I’m the only one who thinks this is total BS. The world of Pakistani politics is murky and dirty. While some people pointed the finger at President Musharraf he had no sane reason to have Bhutto killed. Indeed, Musharraf and Bhutto had a common enemy in the radical Islamists that are trying to control the country. Al Qaeda, specifically Usama bin Laden, had (in their warped minds) good cause to kill her (link) and the world would readily accept that they did this as we all know that Al Qaeda is capable of horrendous crimes.

So what is the world to believe? Do we accept confused first hand accounts, do we accept the word of Bhutto’s attending surgeon, or do we accept the word of Pakistan’s Interior Ministry? Malarkey like the above will not serve the cause of bringing Bhutto’s murders to justice and maybe that is exactly what the Interior Ministry wants.


which can be seen here, clearly shows a man shooting at Benazir Bhutto from point blank range as her vehicle slowly moves forward through the crowd. Momements later we see the explosion, her assailant was no more than a few feet from Bhutto’s vehicle. We can say now without hesitation that the assertion of the Pakistan Interior Ministry that Benazir Bhutto died from hitting her head on the sunroof is without merit. Benazir Bhutto was murdered, when will the Goverment of Pakistan stopping trying to deflect blame on itself and start hunting down the people responsible for this tragedy?

Week of Death Finale – Day 7

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

Day 7 of the Week of Death is here and not a moment to soon for some I’m sure. The Week of Death has covered events that have been heartbreaking and tragic but nothing so far compares to the evil depravity and sheer horror of today’s post. The perfect post on today’s topic has already been written by blogging great Skippy Stalin at Enjoy Every Sandwich and he has graciously allowed that post to be re-printed in part here today.

The Rape of Nanking, December 9, 1937

Japan’s unspeakable cruelty toward the Chinese people began with the 1931 invasion and occupation of Manchuria. Indeed, this was the first military exercise that began the long march toward the Second Wo rld War, still two years before Adolf Hitler’s assumption of power in Germany. The full-scale invasion of the world’s most populous nation waited until the fall of 1937. Within a month, the first genocide of the modern era – what has become known as “the rape of Nanking” began.

The use of the word “rape” is not an exercise in alliteration. Once the hapless Chinese military retreated from their imperial capital, the women of Nanking suffered unimaginable indignities. Women were killed in indiscriminate acts of terror and execution, but the large majority died after extended and excruciating gang-rape.

“Surviving Japanese veterans claim that the army had officially outlawed the rape of enemy women,” writes Iris Chang. But “the military policy forbidding rape only encouraged soldiers to kill their victims afterwards.” She cites one soldier’s recollection that “It would be all right if we only raped them. I shouldn’t say all right. But we always stabbed and killed them. Because dead bodies don’t talk … Perhaps when we were raping her, we looked at her as a woman, but when we killed her, we just thought of her as something like a pig.” (Chang, The Rape of Nanking, pp. 49-50). Kenzo Okamoto, another Japanese soldier, recalled: “From the time of the landing at Hangzhou Bay, we were hungry for women! Officers issued a rough rule: If you mess with a woman, kill her afterwards, but don’t use bayonets or rifle fire. The purpose of this rule was probably to disguise who did the killing. The military code with its punishment of execution was empty words. No one was ever punished. Some officers were even worse than the soldiers.” (Yin and Young, The Rape of Nanking, p. 188)

One eyewitness, Li Ke-hen, reported: “There are so many bodies on the street, victims of group rape and murder. They were all stripped naked, their breasts cut off, leaving a terrible dark brown hole; some of them were bayoneted in the abdomen, with their intestines spilling out alongside them; some had a roll of paper or a piece of wood stuffed in their vaginas” (quoted in Yin and Young, The Rape of Nanking, p. 195).

John Rabe, a German (and Nazi) businessman who set up a “Nanking Safety Zone” in the city’s international settlement and thereby saved thousands of Chinese lives, described in his diary the weeks of terror endured by the women of Nanjing. Though young and conventionally attractive women were most at risk, no woman was safe from vicious rape and exploitation (often filmed as souvenirs) and probable murder thereafter.

“Groups of 3 to 10 marauding soldiers would begin by traveling through the city and robbing whatever there was to steal. They would continue by raping the women and girls and killing anything and anyone that offered any resistance, attempted to run away from them or simply happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. There were girls under the age of 8 and women over the age of 70 who were raped and then, in the most brutal way possible, knocked down and beat up.” (Chang, The Rape of Nanking, p. 119.) In addition to those killed after the violation, historian David Bergamini notes that “Many immature girls were turned loose in such a manhandled condition that they died a day or two later. … Many young women were simply tied to beds as permanent fixtures accessible to any and all comers. When they became too weepy or too diseased to arouse desire, they were disposed of. In alleys and parks lay the corpses of women who had been dishonored even after death by mutilation and stuffing.” (Yin and Young, The Rape of Nanking, p. 195.)


Not all of the victims of rape were female. “Chinese men were often sodomized or forced to perform a variety of repulsive sexual acts in front of laughing Japanese soldiers,” writes Chang. “At least one Chinese man was murdered because he refused to commit necrophilia with the corpse of a woman in the snow. The Japanese also delighted in trying to coerce men who had taken lifetime vows of celibacy to engage in sexual intercourse. … The Japanese drew sadistic pleasure in forcing Chinese men to commit incest — fathers to rape their own daughters, brothers their sisters, sons their mothers … those who refused were killed on the spot.” (Chang, The Rape of Nanking, p. 95.)

And this began five years before the Holocaust in Europe. For all of their industrialized barbarity, Hitler’s Nazi war machine never approached the depths of the stomach turning depravity that the Japanese military did nothing at all to hide. In fact, as Mrs. Chang wrote, Japanese officers and enlisted men alike filmed and photographed their conquests for the amusement of their families and friends at home.

The Germans did go to some lengths to obscure their existence of their mechanized extermination camps in Eastern Europe. They were mentioned not at all in the German media during the war. This is why the Allies forced ordinary Germans to examine those camps after their liberation, to see what the government they supported had done.

Not so the Japanese media, which glorified the atrocities being committed in Nanking. In her book, Chang cites a newspaper article about a contest between two officers about which could behead the most civilians. That article was published alongside a photo of the two grinning criminals with their swords drawn. Japanese civilians on the home islands would read these stories approvingly over breakfast. Unlike the Germans, the Japanese people knew exactly what was being done in their name.

Skippy’s original post can be read in full here . His follow up post which details Japan’s failure to accept responsibility and repent for the numerous crimes against humanity it committed from 1935 – 1945 can be found here . Skippy writes posts that could easily be feature length articles in newspapers or magazines. Please take the time to read them in full.

Most of what Skippy Stalin and I learned of this horrific crime against humanity orignially came from the book “The Rape Of Nanking” by Iris Chang . Haunted by what she learned while in the course of her research on The Rape of Nanking and The Battan Death March, Iris slipped into a deep depression. Tragically, she committed suicide in late 2004 leaving a husband and two young children behind. The story of her will and perseverance has been made into a movie called “IRIS CHANG: The Rape of Nanking” and it premiering this Thursday night, December 13, at 8:00 PM on History Television in both Canada and the United States.

If you want to learn more about The rape of Nanking itself, Princeton Universtiy has an excellent online study that can be found at this link .

Week of Death grand total: 336,339 (best estimate)

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4 , Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

Thank you for reading!