h/t Revnant Dream
Take Me, Obama
Reader Tips
Tonight’s featured song en route to the Reader Tips thread amounts to a heartfelt, sincere plea, one that we all make in our own way at critical points in our lives. Change the odd pronoun reference in the song and it could be made by a misunderstood child, or a spouse, or an employee, or a cop, or a rescuer with an outstretched arm. It’s a beautiful and very human song, any way you slice it. Here’s American Songwriter John Hiatt in a live performance of Have A Little Faith In Me. (h/t commenter batb)
The comments are open for your Reader Tips.
Too Many Men
“Saskatchewan”.
The god of the football cosmos has a sense of humour.
Correction. Apparently, the Riders are the ones with the sense of humour. 54 – 51 in overtime.
But Glenn Beck Is The Crazy One
Storm Chasing
Cjunk gets his camera out.
And the “after” photos.
Blog Notes
For the past couple of weeks, the SDA comment filters have been under constant bombardment from spammers.
While I usually try to pull the legitimate comments out of the mess and approve them, at other times I’ve just sent everything to the big spam folder in the sky.
So if you posted a comment that was never “approved” – that’s what happened. My apologies. The best way to avoid the filters in the first place is to refrain from profanity, multiple links, and the use of the letter “k” in triplicate at the beginning of my name.
Thanks, and have a great Dominion Day “weekend”.
Distinguished Lecture, Documentary & Interview Symposia
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this week’s Small Dead Animals distinguished lecture, documentary & interview quiz symposium. This afternoon, for your Dominion of Canada Day, your weekend, and your all-round general- purpose entertainment, here is The DJ Vitruvius TV Theme Songs Quiz parlour game. This quiz consists of a pair of YouTube videos that contain clips of about twenty seconds duration each from forty television show theme songs from the fifties through the eighties. The total duration of this quiz is sixteen minutes. A quiz form, the quiz, and the answer key (with related links) are available at the above link. This quiz is for entertainment purposes only: please, no gambling 😉
Digital Libertarians
Steyn enters the fray;
And that’s my biggest problem with “law-&-order conservatives”: They seem to think when the coppers are kicking around Mike Brock, that just shows they’re doing their job. Au contraire, the ten minutes they’re kicking around Mike Brock is ten minutes they’re not doing their job, ten minutes they’re not devoting to the guys they should be kicking around – just as pulling over the octogenarian nun for secondary screening doesn’t demonstrate the rigor of homeland security but rather the waste of limited resources.
Except that he wasn’t “kicked” around. He was asked, rudely, for his ID and to surrender his backpack for a search – an egregious case of police being “insufficiently polite”. By his own account, there were no witnesses. But also by his own account,
The reason I said that, is because they seemed to be criticizing me as if they were aware of some sort of political positions I held without me having saying anything to them. It almost makes me think they were monitoring Twitter or something. Because I had indicated on Twitter where I was minutes earlier.
Okie… dokie.
Mark overlooked linking to my original commentary whilst summing it for his readers, so I’ll reply with my own last word here by repeating something I told Jay Currie when he declared, “Deference to Authority is not dead. And if you want to see it in action, SDA is the spot. Sad really, but there you are.”
No one HERE handed over his backpack – he did. If you have a problem with “Deference to Authority”, take it up with the Deferrer.
I have plenty of respect for people who defend their rights when they think they’ve being violated. In Mike’s case, though, he didn’t, did he?
He submitted his papers and his sack, and then scurried back to his ‘puter fast as his legs could carry him, to set in motion his very own libertarian pity party.
Paper Marxists, digital libertarians. Two sides of the same coin, I’m afraid.
(Ahem. This is sort of interesting.)

“… I was nowhere near a protest.”

Addendum: What seems to have been missed by some commentators is that while Mike has spent considerable effort here and in other venues, portraying himself as an innocent disinterested citizen inexplicably detained by roving police, his Twitter record suggests something quite different: that not only was he following police movements in the minutes before the encounter, but that his attitude towards their activity is arguably hostile. (See this one, as well.) To make matters worse, the Twitter post and the Shotgun account, posted within mere minutes of each other, include a direct quote that undergoes a not-so-subtle transformation, a “sexing up”, if you will.
Perhaps there’s a reasonable explanation for the discrepancies, I don’t know. I’ve never had a reason to doubt Mike Brock, nor do I hold any animosity towards those who support him. But for me it comes down to “who to believe – he, or my own lyin’ eyes?”
Either way, one thing is certain. When it comes to throwing in my lot with someone on the strength of his word, this isn’t the molehill to die on.
Reader Tips
In 1908 Robert Stanley Weir’, the son of a Scottish immigrant, composed the lyrics to O Canada. The words we sing today – at hockey games, mostly – are a slightly altered form of one of the three original verses, but tonight we get the full deal: from a 1914 Edison Wax Cyclinder recording, here’s New Brunswick native Harry McClasky (who recorded under the pseudonym Henry Burr – an apt name, considering his bracing, lightly-trilled, Presbyterian Scots delivery) singing the complete and original version of O Canada.
Happy Canada Day, ye stalwart sons and not-so-gentle maidens. You are invited, as always, to provide your Reader Tips in the Comments.
True Story
Me, turning to the man waiting to pay behind me: “Raspberry rum”
Man: “?”
Me, gazing down at the label: “You have such wonderful liquor stores in America….”
Man: “Where are you from?”
Me: “Saskatchewan.”
Man: “Oh, in Canada”.
Me: “Yeah. Where I come from our socialist government owns the liquor stores”.
Man: “Really?”
Me: “They make us line up to buy bread flavoured rum“.
Let Me Fix That Headline For You
Y2Kyoto: A Prize Piece
“Suzy, if you tell what Joe did to you after the dance, we’ll lose the big game!“
Related: “Record cold down under”. Ought we be calling it the Chakra Effect?
Reader Tips
Tafelmusik – literally “table music” – is a light and airy style of classical music that was originally played at banquets and feasts. It’s also suitable, as it turns out, for post-rioting decompression. In the interests of relieving some of the pain, suffering and post-traumatic stress caused by having an officer raise his voice to you, or look at you the wrong way, or tell you that he doesn’t care what you think, tonight’s selection features a bit of soothing and peaceful tafelmusik written by 18th century Baroque composer Georg Philipp Telemann. Here are Reinhard Goebel and Musica Antiqua Köln playing the Sonata for oboe and continuo in G minor. Let the healing begin.
The comments are open for your Reader Tips.
Not Watching For The Asteroid
QOTW
“Harper is an evil genius who wants to turn Canada into a dictatorship, let’s give him all our guns.” *
Paper Marxists
The Black Bloc in better times;
I have been involved in a wide array of coalitions on various issues over the past half-decade, and never have I witnessed cross-movement solidarity like I have in the anti-Olympics campaign. […] A strong example of that solidarity was on display during the February 12th “Take Back Our City” march. That march saw upwards of 2000 people march on BC Place during the Opening Ceremony of the Olympic Games. That march was lead by Indigenous women. When the march reached the police line outside of BC Place that night, the cops started pushing and shoving the front line of the stalled march. Indigenous women called for the Black Bloc to move to the front to hold the line. When the elders amongst that leadership group decided that the crush from the police was too much, the Black Bloc made space for them to move to the back of the crowd.
Emphasis mine.
You know, I can’t be the only one who finds the notion of a bunch of paper marxists whining about a police state ironic in the extreme.

It’s the closest they’ll ever come to experiencing the world they’re marching for – and still they’re not satisfied.

No, it’s not. It’s an idiot on a bicycle, carrying a cardboard sign.
Related: “Can’t they see I’m just a regular guy?”
I once had my car pulled over and searched 8 times in three hours by the RCMP.
We had a name for that, back when I was in high school. It was called “Saturday night”. The Carlyle RCMP detachment had 21 officers – for a town of 1200. They had to keep busy doing something when they weren’t up at White Bear or scraping bodies from Hwy 13. We got over it. In fact, I hate to break it to you, but policing in 2010 is far less arbitrary than it was in our parents’ day.
Still, could someone please tell me how police are supposed to track down young men matching the description of black bloc anarchists without actually stopping and searching people who fit the description?
I’m disappointed in you. When it’s middle class men educated in Pakistani madrassas near a high security zone, you’re all in for profiling.
But when it’s middle class men educated in Canadian universities near a high security zone, the rules become different.
A little consistency, please.
Rick Santelli
Russian Spies

I think they missed one.
h/t Mike M.
Y2Kyoto: David Suzuki’s Real Estate Footprint
(Hum along, my friends…)
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h/t bestman


