Saturday, July 18, 2009


The Criminal Justice Branch of the BC Attorney-General's office has officially asked the RCMP to consider the possibility of an investigation into the famous missing e-mails.

Nice beginning for Kash Heed.

The Premier pursuades the West Vancouver Police Chief to step down from his recent appointment early so that he can run for office and be handed on a plate the AG job.

First file - check out your boss and his attachment to truth and justice! Hahaha...

On Monday, the rubber will hit the road.

Madam Justice Elizabeth Bennett will rule whether the e-mails in question are relevant to the defense in the Basi-Virk trial.

Fraud, money-laundering and breach of trust are only a few of the issues before us in this case related to the $1 Billion sale of BC Rail in 2003.

Don't even ask about the new owners, CN Rail, threatening last week to close down dozens of local stops along the way.

Community? Whazzat?

Service? Whoyakiddin'?

I didn't realize until after I had sent out yesterday's post on this little story ("OFF THE RAILS"), that my old editor at the Province newspaper, Jon Ferry had used the exact same word in his column to describe this affair: "stench." Clearly great complainers think alike.

Make no mistake about it.

This scandal has been stalled, bush-whacked, iced, red-tagged and avoided at all costs by a corrupt administration.

Let us see some real light shed on this tale. Let us hear some of the ugly truths.

The NDP opposition wasn't much of a second choice in the recent election and the Liberals did win their third kick at the cat by just barely enough votes to settle a pizza take-out dispute...BUT...

Wool over eyes continues its inexorable march ...

From Victor

Hey mensche?

Herein, my usual collection of disconnected dust bunny newsbits.


What's with Tiger? I thought the knee thing was behind him but there's
something else very wrong in my uninformed view. He's 31. It can't be
age. Can you say "Tom Watson"?

Federer, on the other hand, or either hand for that matter, proves
that body and soul can be as one in special people. I am not a tennis
fan. I was mesmerized. Gobsmacked.


Some drunk cops beat the supreme piss out of an East Indian newspaper
dealer, who was trying to help them, at 4 a.m. They plead to a lower
charge on the grounds that the lead cop had consumed 20 drinks (yes
20) and therefore could not form intent.

Word up. Any Canadian going to Warsaw or Bangalore would be well
advised not to get pissed in a bar and start wanking about how Canada
is the cradle of tolerance. Canadians tend to do that. I have cringed
in bars all over the world when the bombastic Canadian enters, braying
" I am not American, I am Canadian, the beautiful people. And by the
way, where are the hookers'? We are a silly fucking people, boasting
about what we aren't, afraid to define what we are


Nixon was fried for 18 minutes of erased tapes, which his secretary,
Rosemary Woods, said she had accidently erased. Nixon was the most
powerful man on earth, but lost his job nonetheless.

In BC, we erase two years of Cabinet emails, not 18 minutes, and the
acceptable political response is " No comment, it is before the courts".

Could Nixon have said that? No, because the Exited States of America,
as you call them, with typical Canadian hubris, are more vigilant on
prompt due process than the DumbDumb (Dominion?) of Canada , standing
for dumb media, dumb judiciary.

Last point.

Why doesn't anybody track the number of new journalist hires against
the number of journalism degrees? I have a young niece who has been
seduced into taking journalism by smarmy ad campaigns and I keep
telling her, " Go the CKNWank or the Vancouver Stunned and ask them
how many journalists they have hired for the last 5 years. She will
face the suet faces of Bill Goo or Daffyduck Braham. ( Braham, That's
a cow, right'?)

And Suetface and Cowbunga ain't moving anytime soon.

See DumbDumb above.


I really miss your media voice. There is no edge in media in this
town. There was a vid about Jim Morrison of the Doors entitled, "
Nobody gets out of her alive"

No BC journalist ever makes the Big Show. It amuses me to no end that
the ultimate recognition for BC journalists is a " Webster Award".

Jack Webster ended his career as the token crustacean on a CBC show
called Front Page Challenge. I remember watching TV in Ontario in the
70's and wondering, " Who is this fool with a Scot accent who clearly
isn't following the ball. Is this a BC intellectual?.

OK. Dust Bunnies gone.

God bless.