from the holiday has kicked in today. I’ve got a headache and I feel tired. All that driving around, swimming and visits to Ross and TX Maxx has finally taken it’s toll. I was gonna do some yard work but I’m too tired. I literally have a pain in the neck, if it wasn’t enough being a pain in the neck to most people who I used to know in the old country. But I’ve been cancelled, forgotten about and scrubbed from memory, so it doesn’t matter.
This all began when Trump became president, I remember it well. Everyone loved Obama and you couldn’t say a bad word about him. I was at some party in Brunswick somewhere and I was trying to explain to some chick how Obama wasn’t the savior of the United States like they’d all been told. She wasn’t having any of it, I was clearly a racist for doubting the PPOC. The rest of my peer group hold the exact same opinions, so never the twain shall meet. I had the audacity to wear an NRA hat to a Slaughtermen gig once and Suzanne Dowling did not approve.
Nothing has changed and in fact, it’s gotten worse. These are people who will never understand in a million years what’s actually going on in the world. The British Commonwealth have been effectively and almost totally brainwashed by left wing, progressive ideology for decades. It’s too late to change anything at this point, and I’ve given up on the whole thing.
I was reading today about the assisted dying program in Canada. MAiD (Medical Assistance in Dying) in Canada plans to euthanize minimum 15 million people in next two decades to save approx. $1.3T to avoid bankruptcy amid a changing world/economic order.
Not to worry, these are perfectly normal statistics
In 2016 MAiD was legalized narrowly for adults with terminal illness where death is “reasonably foreseeable” and presented as limited end-of-life relief.
In 2021 a new bill removed “reasonably foreseeable death” requirement, allowing access for non-terminal grievous/irremediable conditions (e.g., chronic disabilities), justified by equality and court challenges.
There is currently planned inclusion of sole mental illness (2027), normalized via “evolution” rhetoric and advocacy portraying restrictions as discriminatory.
These are the people you’re arguing with now, the ones that think children should be able to choose their own death.
High quality medical care? Is this what they’re calling death squads now?
There was a show on the the ABC downunder last week about James Valentine, once a member of the Models pop group, who went on to become a successful DJ at the ABC. James discovered in 2024 that he had developed cancer which quickly became terminal, so the show was about how he dealt with it all. As the end was approaching James held his own “living wake” and finally decided to euthanize himself so that his goodbye would be something he controlled.
My thoughts were that this is just part and parcel of the death cult of progressivism, so it’s perfectly normal. James mother is 98 years old and somehow James gets turbo cancer at the age of 62. It’s probably not wise to talk about the happenings of the two years before that, because people might start asking questions about vaccines, and it’s probably racist or something to talk about it. James faced the end bravely in any case. I don’t have an opinion on it one way or the other, but it was interesting viewing nevertheless.
The Models
It’s a dark topic today, but sometimes you need to veer off into another dimension instead of trying to imagine what people want to read about. Since I get almost zero feedback here, nobody has any influence over what I say anyway. You either read it or you don’t. I am well aware and try to avoid political discussions these days. That’s why I was cancelled by everyone in the first place. The truth is, I hate reading political opinions generally, left or right. I don’t want to inflict mine on anybody, although you’d say I’m leaning to the right with some caveats attached.
My headache seems to have gone now. Normally sitting here and writing would make it worse but not today.
Good Day
Speaking of Canadians…..fuck’s sake, he’s MAiDing that poor piano