Archive for the ‘Strange but true’ Category

Unbalanced Coverage

Sunday, November 20th, 2011

I keep checking the Red Star for balanced coverage of this domestic disturbance in Syria. They keep picking on Syria, and its democratically elected leader, Assad. I keep hoping to find a balanced view in the media. How about an interview with the Syrian ambassador? He must be easy enough to find, even for one of the technological illiterates called journalists. Isn’t he in the phone book? Arrange an interview? How about the United Nations? Isn’t Syria running the Human Rights Commission there? Doesn’t Barb Hall have them on speed dial? Maybe at one of their evening Alinsky meetings Barb can pass over a message. Why does the main stream media hate Syria? They were good friends before.

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Excuse Me?

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

I think someone might want to have a word with the Marketing Manager at Wonderbread.

The Mayor isn’t sure what is being suggested here – are we being told to eat the bread, eat someones unit, or the bread is so good it will eat your unit? Either way, it sounds like these folks have some pretty amazing bread. Possibly.

Winnipeg Weather This Week

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

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The 14 day forecast isn’t much different, either.

I went to Winnipeg for 2 days last summer, it was the worst month of my life. I was at a campfire at Portage & Main (it was less of a campfire and more Indians just sitting around burning shit), when I got attacked by what I first thought were blood-sucking hummingbirds. Turned out to be mosquito’s. No one but me noticed.

If you ever decide to go to Winnipeg in the summer, don’t bother bringing any bug repellent, it won’t do you a hill of good. Instead, drive a nail through a stick, it’s the only thing that MIGHT work.

MADsent The Mayor this weather forecast. And now I’m all scratchy.

Nachos – As Irish As A Leprechaun

Monday, May 17th, 2010

Nachos – as Irish as kissing The Blarney Stone

Nachos – As Irish as a hankerin’ for some potatoes

Nachos – As Irish as a pint of Guinness

Nachos – As Irish as a 40 year old unemployed man living with his mother

Poor Tiny Tim

Friday, May 14th, 2010

I know it’s been said a million times, and thought a billion times, but how on earth the Montreal Canadiens beat Washington AND Pittsburgh is beyond comprehension. Oh, right, and those two dudes in the picture are dirt ugly.

Super Pale White People Get To Stay In Canada

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

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Where do you go if you’re a super pale white person living in Africa and you’re allergic to the shining orb of fire in the sky?

Give up? Why, it’s Canada of course. Or more specifically, British Columbia, where it rains more often than Porky Pig stutters in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

A family from South Africa have won an 11-year fight to live in rainy Prince Rupert, after they located one of the most reliably cloudy places on the planet they could find. That’s right, Prince Rupert, this is your time to shine. So to speak.

The Viviers family have a rare skin disease that forces them to hide from the sun like a Muslim woman behind a burqa. But initially federal immigration officials said they didn’t qualify to stay here. Firstly, they didn’t agree to go and hold up traffic in Toronto to protest for an independent Tamil homeland.

But they took their case all the way to the Supreme Court of Canda, who agreed they should be allowed to stay on medical reasons. Viviers and his two children, Dominic, 22, and Heloise, 21, suffer from porphyria, a rare genetic disorder that can lead to severe skin reactions if they are exposed to direct sunlight.

The Viviers received a lot of help from people in Prince Rupert, and at one point, in a scene reminiscent of Kevin Costner in Dances with Wolves, two local First Nations were willing to adopt the family and move them onto reservations where immigration wouldn’t enter.

The Viviers are eligible to the same rights and freedoms of any other Canadians blocking traffic in Toronto for a Tamil homeland, if they become citizens in 2011 now that they’ve won permanent residency status.

Help Wanted

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

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The Mayor gets a nasty feeling that if you decide to take on this mission, you might not be coming back. On the bright side, if my instincts are correct, at least your corpse will go to the greater good by feeding buddys family for a week.

Decapitation Doesn’t Stop Boy From Getting Ahead

Monday, January 5th, 2009

Here’s a story I saw over the holidays, it really kept things in perspective for me:

A 9-year-old Texas boy has almost fully recovered after suffering an orthopedic decapitation in a car accident 3 months ago, CBSNews.com reported Monday.

Jordan Taylor had a 1-2 percent chance of surviving this type of injury, which occurred when his skull separated from his neck. His spinal cord remained intact, however.

Perez was driving when a dump truck plowed into her car after running a stop sign, authorities said. Although Jordan was buckled up in the back seat, the impact was too much.

“The energy basically made his head lift up off his neck, and then move forward,” said Dr. Richard Roberts of Cook Childrens’ Medical Center in Fort Worth, Texas, the pediatric neurosurgeon that saved Jordan’s life.

“All of the connective tissue that essentially keeps your head connected to your neck was destroyed,” Roberts said.

Doctors reattached Jordan’s skull with a metal plate and titanium rods. His head was stabilized by a “halo” or carbon fiber ring that is screwed to his skull and attached to a vest.

“As far as I’m concerned, he has a full recovery – he is neurologically intact,” Roberts said. “He walks – that’s one of the biggest things. He isn’t weak and is active, it’s amazing.

Every time I felt like complaining of my burst appendix, or the pain that I was in, I always dialed it back and thought of the little boy with the decapitated head. I always thought, “Hey, Mayor, buck up cowboy, things could be worse, at least you’re not the little boy with the decapitated head.”

And I was right, for I was not the little boy with the decapitated head, I was the grown adult with a paltry burst appendix.

I suppose in a way we are both heroes.

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