Canada, Inc. Part 4 – Brexit and the Commonwealth

Forget NAFTA and the TPP.

An official response to both Brexit and the Fiery Chetosaurus could perhaps be to propose a trade agreement between commonwealth nations that excluded him. Just to set him off. Surely the benefits would be felt by all of us. Having left the European Union, Britain is now legally free to propose or involve itself in a free trade agreement between Commonwealth nations (source).

There aren’t really other ways that it affects us. The Brits made their choice. We live in and die for a “democracy” or at least the idea of one.

Let it play out.

Canada is geographically the largest commonwealth nation. We are the second largest country in the world. Our philosophy and values as a nation are in a prime place to be exemplified by entering into a fair and equitable trade agreement that sets up a cohesive corruption-free institution that spans each of those countries to the ultimate benefit of the citizens of each country; not the corporations that already span them.

REFERENCE: List of Commonwealth Countries

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Canada, Inc. Part 3 – Weed

Minimal regulation other than that needed for quality control. Perhaps a gram per pound sent for pesticide testing or some such thing. It really doesn’t have to be that big of a deal. This economy has regulated itself safely for years. Piss off.

Mom & pop shops. Boutiques. Cafes. Let it just evolve and stop setting up a situation in which an economy that already existed and should have simply been legalized be swiftly over-criminalized (from a Federal Law point of view) into yet another corporate cartel giving hand-jobs to the government bank account.

The way it stands is that a corporate structure was created for a merging-and-acquiring-pot-economy-oligarchy. Y’all (The Guv’Ment) had the years before the election to research it (though there was already sufficient research to support legalization for almost always) and three years to implement it. The Blue fellers (before the last election) slightly tweaked the cannabis laws to allow for a growth in the “medical” market in a way that supported the growth of very few yet very strong early entry companies that grew under the new odd laws that super-primed those institutions for this corporate legalization that came with these corporately-connected Red fellers.

Suddenly, they just buy everything. Invest everywhere.

Merging and acquiring sends money up. Pot shops and micro-local industries that have existed for years (supporting local economies and businesses directly) are being raided because they provide medicine to sick people and good times to not sick people. It’s not a new thing. Stop pretending it is. Stop talking about it on TV. Why the fuck is marijuana all over television? We don’t have a story every third night on the news about alcohol. Why is Cannabis being discussed and pictures of massive dope farms shown on the news in a happy positive light? It’s just dope. Grass. Yerba. Smoky Smoky. It’s not for children though, you dingleberries. Are all of those impressions on children watching the Evening News after supper at family time perhaps just a little bit like advertising? We don’t have news stories on the daily about cigarettes. We do for prescription drugs though. And seemingly weed now that they can draw attention to it on the nightly news so that their companies can make money and their shareholders dividends.

Just stop.

Open market. Anyone can grow what they want and open any store they want. That’s what ye should do ya wacky bastards.

Local Organic Farms. Tourism. Hemp. Cash-Money. Locally. Dope-Hotels. Weed-Resorts. Stoner-Tours. We have this amazing, beautiful country.

It only seems ethical to do this with discreet advertising. Apps, perhaps. Online. Whatever. Places where adults are.

But not on the five o’clock news.

Not for hits and views.

Not on a Bell owned tv-station after supper with my family.

Not at all.

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Canada, Inc. Part 2 – The Military Industrial Complex is Alive and Well

Fact one. Canada was not involved in the American incursion into Vietnam.

Fact two. Canada was involved in the American War in Vietnam.

How can both these statements be true? In the same way that Canadian companies continue to profit off of wars regardless of whether or not we are officially (as a country) a part of that war in a “killing other humans” capacity. A Canadian company supplied a significant amount of the rifle ammunition used in the American Incursion into Iraq.

Look what that quagmire devolved into.

Fuck it, right? Get money; get paid.

Not to mention all the Canadians who voluntarily went to Vietnam and fought alongside their American brethren with 134 killed or missing. Or the OEF/OIF combat veterans who volunteered with the YPG in Kurdistan. That organization (the YPG) later being designated a terrorist organization by the West because they compromise the interests of Turkey and the West needs Turkey’s compliance to maintain some of their power in the region. Thus mass media stops covering the death of Khashoggi or outright mocks it.

So. I mean. We’re not technically involved… but we’re also technically involved. It’s sort of like how Canada is definitely totally not at all involved in the human rights abuses being committed in Yemen with weapons we manufactured and sold to Saudi Arabia… but we kinda technically are super definitely involved by virtue of allowing it to happen.

Kinda sorta murky. Watch out Venezuela! Soon enough they’ll be calling you terrorists and invading you in the name of Freedom. Restoring your democracy. Things of that ilk. God forbid the American Military do a Goddamned thing about the narco-terrorism happening below their border for the past 3 decades.

Maybe that’s secretly what the wall is about?

Who knows.

The world’s funny like that.

Just when you think you’ve figured it out; some dirtier naughtier juicier more disturbing layer is revealed. Perhaps the wall is a preparation for a much larger impending war.

Who knows?

That is certainly one dangerous Cheeto they have down there; but the guy holding the bag is even more dangerous. Just wait.

Former Vice President Richard Cheney was the CEO of Haliburton from 1995-2000 when he left to run for Vice President (source). On September 10, 2001 – Donald Rumsfeld announced on behalf of the Pentagon that they were missing 2.3 Trillion dollars in military spending. The next day, something incredible happened and everybody forgot.

So check this historic farewell address from an exiting-President that warned of the dangers and inevitability of a permanent arms industry fueling wars for profit. Perhaps check out the poetry in the second video or continue to Part 3.

 

Canada, Inc. Part 1 – Fracking and Pipelines and Pulp Mills, Oh My!

Nope.

Fracking destroys ground water and wells.

Pipelines can be attacked by foreign nations which makes us vulnerable. Coming to rely on a pipeline in any part of the supply chain leaves the possibility of an invader completely cutting off supply routes during an attack. To rely on them would be strategically incorrect. It’s faster and safer in a global war (should one happen because of the sassy cheeto beneath us) to fix rail lines after a supply line attack than fix pipes while mobilizing an ad-hoc truck/rail supply chain if the pipeline get’s neutralized. Better to invest now in greener transport infrastructure (creating trade jobs) that is easily maintained (creating long term jobs) that can be utilized both during and (more importantly) after we phase out fossil fuels. An oil or gas pipeline is always an oil or gas pipeline. Rail infrastructure can be maintained and fixed locally at each stop and can be adapted to every type of transport/supply use as technologies change and our culture adapts. An oil pipeline (as evidenced by the waste pipeline in Pictou, Nova Scotia) will always be regarded as a filthy pipe that will always have to be there and every attempt after it’s useful life of someone trying to fix the situation is met with absurd amounts of legal bullshit.

Add this to the environmental danger that goes along with all of the things; let’s just cover Saskatchewan in solar panels or something to give that power away for free?

*sets down legally purchased marihuana* 

Pulp mills can and do operate safely around the world. The shit going on in Pictou, Nova Scotia is ridiculous. From a tourism and beauty point of view; there are almost no old growth forests left here and a casual stroll on the beautiful and historic Pictou waterfront occasionally leaves ones nostrils tasting like a soiled nappy.

On top of that, this pulp mill is proposing threatening a local industry (fishing) and has the potential to destroy fish spawning grounds. The company (more accurately, a series of companies) had a deadline and willingly ignored it for decades with the complete complicity, compliance, and endorsement of pretty damned near each and every local politician of scale-able political significance for the past several decades.

What was that deadline?

It was a deadline to make the first begrudgingly avoided attempt at even slightly kind-of maybe sort-of beginning to end decades of horrific environmental racism against the people of the Pictou Landing First Nation.

 

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PART 2

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Oblivious in Quebec City: Part 1

Kob enters the elevator with a large Yugoslavian-looking man in a uniform; a rather large USSR-esque security guard who can’t even speak broken English.

Kob stands behind the security guard; antagonizing him with a tissue. He’s waving it up by his face and pulling it away.

ELBOW/GUT; FIST/FACE; GRAPPLE HOLD…

Ding!

The elevator door closed like a retraction of the parted seas of Moses; swallowing my friend in an iron death chamber with an angry security guard.

And so began the story that I call:

The Adventure of Kob’s Elbow Dislocation in the Elevator

featuring The Elbows of an Eastern European Man
Fluent in Soviet Ninja-Moves

If this ever goes in print; put that on the cover.  For my purpose and style; the title was too long so I called it:

LSD in Quebec: Part 1

Head full of acid running up and down the hallway knocking on doors for assistance.

No bus.

Everyone leaves or has already left for the bar.

No ambulance; the tour staff get us a fucking taxi.

We shoot the shit in broken English with our cab driver on the way to the hospital.

Friendly guy.

We get to the hospital and the first things I notice are the lights.

I’d manage to get my friend registered. Meanwhile, he is sitting in triage wearing beads and Hawaiian flowers around his neck; just as hammered and balls deep in his liquor-acid trip as I am.

In the mail, months later, he eventually also receives a Quebec health card and a bill for services provided.

I have some beads and flowers on too.

The short woman he brought with us was cool.

I speak some broken French to the receptionist for while; only God knows what I spoke of.

Surely my banter was too spacey and in the wrong language. Though it was probably not unexpected on account of the flowers around our necks and the cute short girl carrying my friend.

I don’t remember much for a while after that. Eventually we get into an examination room and my friend is laying crucifistically on a knee-high medical table; shirtless; arms out; hammered; and balls-deep in enjoying his own trip.

My comrade flirting with the pretty nurse was most incredibly entertaining and quite befitting the situation. Charming fellow, that Kob.

Time passes and lapses in my mind; eventually we’re back at the hotel packing a PVC bong with oil hoots in the bathroom.  We left the shower run for a while to steam up our ‘hot-box’; an incredibly entertaining and cloudy way to medicate.

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We enter the hotbox and start doing bong tokes of the oil from the bottle I’d smashed on the tile floor and painfully scraped up the first fucking night we landed.

What a stupid thing to bring.

Always bring grass; not a vial of fucking oil.

Stupid.

Kob starts drawing on the foggy mirror with his finger. I join; and we take turns adding to this obscure mural we were drawing; one that was temporary and never to be seen again.

What an intense psychedelic moment. It was one of the most profoundly introspective moments of my life.

We drew three interconnected but separate drawings across the mirror. We did this while taking turns with the endless oil tokes from the bong.

We alternated between the toilet-seat-bong and the mirror for hours; taking our turns drawing and smoking.

Absorbing the parallel reality of this experience was transformative – psychedelically, psychologically, and spiritually.

We finished our artistic adventure and exited the cloudy bathroom; then we decide to look at the clock and see how many hours had passed. Surely it must be time for breakfast.

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What the fuck?
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– 12:10 AM – 

THAT’S LSD 

If you use it properly, it’s fantastic.
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‘Allegory of the Triangulated Circle’ by Predicatore Piccolo and Oblivious

Once upon a time, there was a circular chip named Boopy.  Boopy liked to go spirit walking. But every time he went spirit walking, his trousers would fall off because he was round.  This was incredibly frustrating for Boopy.

Boopy fell in love with a triangle chip named Flibbert.

When they were together, his trousers would stay on by catching onto her corners.

When they were together, her corners would stay safe, warm, and loved.

They had encapsulated one another in a surprising new way.

Triangles can fit perfectly within the lives of circles; it’s all a matter of perspective.

Boopy completed Flibbert and Flibbert completed Boopy.

How about Oblivious in Cuba?

This is a hypothetical pipe-dream at this point… but Oblivious does have three Visa cards that were recently paid off and a weeks vacation booked.

THE PLAN: Arrive in the evening; sleep; pick up a rental car in the morning; drive across the country from Havana to Santiago taking pictures of the landscape and making note of places to visit on the return trip.

Should he do it?

Check out this map of the route that Oblivious is considering.

Oblivious in Cuba?

The plan is to book a week long trip to Cuba with two to three days dedicated to traversing the island. The remaining time will be spent in Havana; experiencing as much of the culture as is possible in such a short period of time.

I’d like to experience the music, the food, the people, and to learn more about Santería.

A backpack; a notebook; and a camera.

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