Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts

Friday, April 14, 2023

The Life and Death of Community in Rural and Urban Canada

"When Paul Stanley Schmidt was stabbed to death in front of his 3-year-old daughter while standing outside a downtown Vancouver Starbucks on March 26," the Epoch Times reports, "nobody stepped in to help." 

That does not seem so surprising. I mean, how do you help someone being stabbed to death? Only, it would seem by making an unarmed attack on a maniac with a knife, which requires both presence of mind and courage, of which perhaps few of us have in sufficient abundance. But what does seem astonishing is what bystanders actually did. One continued to sip his coffee, two filmed the action, while a TikToker took a selfie video standing next to the dying man.

Such is the state of society among those who hang out at a Vancouver Starbucks if, that is, it means anything to call those nonchalant bystanders members of a society. Rather, it seems Canada has given birth to a populaton for whom the words of the poet have no relevance:

No man is an island entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less as well as if a promontory were;
as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
Yet pursuing a business interest, eight hundred kilometers to the North of Vancouver, in the frozen wastes of Central British Columbia, I discovered that society still thrives. 

Well, true, the area to the North East of the city of Prince George, BC it is not entirely a wasteland. In the valleys of the Fraser and Willow Rivers, areas of benchland have been cleared for cattle ranching, and along the highway there are scattered places of human habitation: houses, trailers, and more and less tumble-down shacks. It was in this country that I ventured off the highway to explore a wooded property, filling my boots with snow as a consequence. Thus, on returning to my car, I opened the trunk to retrieve dry socks and shoes, and then, having attended to my feet, I slammed the trunk shut intent on resuming my journey. Then did I realize that I must have put my car keys down inside the trunk. Further I discovered that my cell phone had died. I was thus without either transportation or communications, half frozen, and in the middle of nowhere.

Only months short of my eightieth birthday, it occurred to me that the best plan might be to lie down in the ditch and die, to be found like the stranger who haunted a remote Russian village in the Goncharov novel, Oblomov. But as I contemplated this response to my inane action, a car traveling at great speed along the winding, lake-shore highway came in view, and I weakly raised a thumb. To my amazement, the driver braked, halted, then began reversing swiftly toward me, while opening the door for me to get in. 

With me on board, the driver resumed his furious pace, taking turns marked "60" at a hundred and more, something which he did with evident skill. Indeed, without great skill he could surely not have lived to drive so fast.  I rapidly gained confidence in his excellent coordination and even began to enjoy the ride. Happily the Peace Officer in a parked vehicle who gave us a flashing blue light, did not engage in pursuit. 

I explained my predicament to the well-coordinated Samaritan and asked if he could drop me off at a service station where I might hope to find assistance. As an alternative, however, he suggested taking me to the general store of a nearby village where lived a fireman expert at breaking into cars. 

This seemed a promising suggestion, which I accepted, and a few minutes later, I was on the stoop of a village stores that I was to discover sold almost everything from fireworks, to Lee and Perrins Worcestershire sauce, plus an excellent self-published book on local history. 

But I had 45 minutes to wait until the store opened, so I walked every street of the village -- twice. The place reminded me of the golden years of childhood while living in a remote and poverty-stricken village in the the South West of England, in the county of Devon. Dogs barked, a rooster crowed. Smoke issued from the chimney of several cottages, although most are now heated by oil, as was evident from the refraction of light in a column of hot exhaust gas rising from the chimney tops. 

None of the houses were large, most were more or less delapidated, some not far short of collapse, none were what a city dweller would call smart. I saw no ornamental gardens although, to be fair, early April is hardly spring in that area, so flowers in front yards may bloom yet. Most yards had a truck parked, or several, and often a camper or trailer, or some logging tackle. There was a community hall, a fire hall, a gospel hall, and for the instruction of all, one resident had erected a billboard headed: "TRUDEAU: Coward, Liar, Thief," my own sentiment, exactly.

At nine O'clock exactly, the village store opened its door and I explained my predicatment to the storekeeper. She thought that the fireman would still be sleeping, but she phoned him anyway and invited me to help myself to coffee, rather sharply declining payment. Within a few minutes, the fireman appeared and offered immediate assistance. Thus we walked to the fire hall, loaded a pick-up with a collection of car-breaking tools, plus more than two meters of a friendly golden-Lab/Irish-wolfhound cross. 

Getting my keys from the locked trunk was not a simple matter. Even an old Saab is not a piece of junk. Doors and windows fit tightly. Thought was given in the design of the thing to prevent precisely what we intended to do. To open the trunk directly would have been a simple matter for the fireman, equipped as he was, but it would have meant bending metal. Therefore, it was decided to seek access via the cabin. For this purpose, various tools were deployed, including a hollow wedge that, inserted between door frame and pillar provided a channel through which various tools could be inserted. But none permitted application of sufficient force to the "unlock door" button. However, a loop of thread at the end of a length of tubing provided means to lift a door lock actuator. 

We were in. But accessing the trunk from the cabin remained a challenge. The rear seat back folds down, but the catch holding the seat back in place is located inside the trunk. Happily the rear seatback has a small central drop-down door -- presumably to allow the insertion of skis, two-by-fours, etc. This door can be opened from inside the car. Through the small aperture thus provided, we pulled through wet boots, socks, and other personal effects and miscellaneous junk until, with the aid of a flashlight, we spotted my keys and were able to scoop them out. 

Phew!

I offered the fireman, indeed the Chief of the Volunteer Fire Department, some bills in compensation for his gas, time and expertise. He look at little hurt. Then he took the money saying, "I'll donate this to the  Fire Department." 

Such is the spirit of community in rural Canada, a spirit that may embrace even an total stranger. 

And if this tale has a moral, I think it is this: we are all, virtually all, descended from peasants. Thus it is to the life of the peasant, an inhabitant of a poor rural community whose members depend for survival as  much on the good will of neighbours as on their own endeavors, that we are still emotionally and morally adapted. Yet today we mostly live in the totally different world of the city to which many are ill-adapted and where not a few become truly deranged. Hence the widespread social disfunction in our major urban centers. 

Sunday, March 28, 2021

Vengeance or Blackmail: Harry and Meghan Hire Copyright Owner and Producer of Movie Claiming Queen Elizabeth Ordered the Murder of Harry's Mother, Diana, Princess of Wales

Ben Browning, the film producer just hired by Harry and Meghan to run their film production company, produced, and owns copyright to, Inquest, an undistributed movie claiming that Harry's mother, Princess Diana, was murdered on the order of Britain's Head of State, Queen Elizabeth II. From that, the only reasonable inference is that Harry and Meghan are either out for vengeance, or exploring the possibilities of blackmail. 

This can't have a happy ending. 

Thursday, January 9, 2020

Trump's Vicious Method of Trade Negotiation

The complete (translated) words of Iraqi Prime Minister Abdul-Mahdi’s speech to parliament:

...I visited China and signed an important agreement with them to undertake the construction [instead of the US*]. Upon my return, Trump called me to ask me to reject this agreement. When I refused, he threatened to unleash huge demonstrations against me that would end my premiership.

Huge demonstrations against me duly materialized and Trump called again to threaten that if I did not comply with his demands, then he would have Marine snipers on tall buildings target protesters and security personnel alike in order to pressure me.

I refused again and handed in my resignation. To this day the Americans insist on us rescinding our deal with the Chinese.

After this, when our Minister of Defense publicly stated that a third party was targeting both protestors and security personnel alike (just as Trump had threatened he would do), I received a new call from Trump threatening to kill both me and the Minister of Defense if we kept on talking about this “third party”.

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That's Trump's "great trade deals" pitch:

"Buy our overpriced stuff, give us half your oil, or I'll send in our Maidan snipers, create a riot and overthrow your government."

And why is Abdul-Mahdi blowing the whistle on Trump? Perhaps he thinks that by exposing Trump's Hitlerian tactics, the God-Emperor may be deterred from incinerating this troublesome satrap with a Reaper drone strike.

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* According to Abdul-Mahdi, the price Trump demanded for completion of infrastructure and electricity grid projects, i.e., repair of the war damage inflicted by the US,  was 50% of Iraq's oil revenues.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

The Question Nobody in the MSM is Asking About Jeffrey Epstein?

Over at the Unz Review, one Eric Rasmusen, a self-proclaimed expert in game theory, writes of the fate of Jeffrey Epstein under the title: Questions Nobody Is Asking About Jeffrey Epstein.

Amazingly, one unasked question that Rasmusen the game theorist fails to ask is: Did Jeffrey Epstein really die? In this respect, Rasmusen exactly echoes the mainstream media: Epstein is dead, the only thing to question is whether he killed himself or was he murdered?

Which, obviously, is not the only thing to question.

Epstein was with intelligence, so Alexander Acosta — Trump’s Former Secretary of Labor and the US Attorney for the Southern District of Florida who negotiated Epstein 2008 plea agreement — claims to have been told. 

The result? Acosta gave Epstein a sweetheart deal in accordance with which he was incarcerated under conditions barely distinguishable from total freedom for a minimal amount of time.
So what happened this time around. Did intelligence just decide to let justice, or possible injustice, if Epstein was indeed murdered, take its course?
Not likely, is it?
So what would “intelligence” have done?
They would surely remove Epstein from the scene by a fake murder or suicide and recycle him under another name with a modified face, and probably in another country.
How?
Easily:
pay the jailers to look the other way;
give Epstein a non-lethal dose of a paralytic drug, maybe some leftover Novichok from the Skripal caper;
wheel out the “corpse” for the media to photograph;
substitute a look-alike corpse on the way to the autopsy;
and Jeffrey’s free to pursue his interest in Ugandan Affairs with under-aged prostitutes, while snaring people of interest to “intelligence.”
That the author of this Unz Review piece, who claims to be an expert in game theory, doesn’t even think of the above scenario tells ya something.

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Monday, August 12, 2019

Jeffrey Epstein: Dead or Just Resting?

The suicide of Jeffrey Epstein has, so the mainstream media reports, launched a thousand conspiracy theories. According to the media, the burning question for conspiracy theorists is whether Epstein was murdered or, though supposedly on "suicide watch," allowed to kill himself.

And a perfunctory survey seems to confirm that much of the blogsphere takes this to be the critical question. Thus, for example, Michael Snyder at the End of the American Dream writes:

Did Jeffrey Epstein commit suicide or was he murdered? This is a question that is being debated by millions of Americans right now. ...

Or this from the normally astute James Howard Kunstler:

Did Jeffrey Epstein commit suicide or was he murdered? ...

Jeffrey Epstein leaving gaol: dead or just resting  — under the 
influence of a paralysing drug, perhaps? Image source.
But while every conspiracy theory alluded to by the media assumes that Epstein is, indeed, dead, any conspiracy theorist worthy of the name has to question that central premise of the official story.

In 2008, when charged with trafficking minors for sex, Epstein's lawyers negotiated a sweetheart plea agreement with US Attorney for the Southern District of Florida, Alexander Acosta. Acosta has since explained that he settled for the deal because he had been warned that Epstein "belonged to intelligence."

So now we are to believe that "intelligence" left Epstein to kill himself  or be murdered in a maximum security gaol?

Suuuure.  Or could Jeff, even now, be discussing a facial makeover with a plastic surgeon prior to a new life in Paraguay, perhaps, or maybe Israel?

Related:
Charles Hugh Smith: The Internal War in the Deep State Claims Its High Profile Casualty: Jeffrey Epstein
Zero Hedge: Epstein's Autopsy Results Delayed "Pending Further Information"
New York Post: Former MCC inmate: There’s ‘no way’ Jeffrey Epstein killed himself
Bill Still: Insider Claims Epstein Was Switched Out

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

In Virginia, Where Infanticide is Called Abortion, the Murder of Western Civilization Continues Apace

Breitbart: Gov. Ralph Northam: Aborted ‘Infant’ Saved if ‘Mother and Family Desired’

Virginia Gov. Ralph Northam said Wednesday that a bill introduced in the House of Delegates that would allow “abortion” even during childbirth itself would permit an “infant” to be “delivered” and “resuscitated, if that’s what the mother and the family desired,” until the physicians and mother discuss what to do.
So if the mother and the family do not desire that the child be "resuscitated," then the infant will be "aborted" by the denial of life-giving care — if not by more direct means, such as slicing its spinal cord.

But why, is the denial of care called "abortion"?

For the simple reason that under American law abortion is not a criminal offense, whereas killing a baby is murder.

And why does the Governor emphasize the wishes of the mother? Because, under the law, killing a newborn child by the mother is considered a lesser crime than murder. Of course the killing is not by the mother, but by making it dependent on maternal consent has the intended effect of suggesting that the killing a necessary clinical procedure, for the good of the mother you understand, not a capital crime.

Or as we wrote before:

The [Very Lethal] Values of a Liberal Society

After-birth abortion: why should the baby live? is the title of an article in the current issue of the Journal of Medical Ethics by Alberto Giubilini, of the Universities of Milan and Melbourne, and Francesca Minerva, of the Universities of Melbourne and Oxford.

The paper is summarized thus:

By showing that (1) both fetuses and newborns do not have the same moral status as actual persons, (2) the fact that both are potential persons is morally irrelevant and (3) adoption is not always in the best interest of actual people, the authors argue that what we call ‘after-birth abortion’ (killing a newborn) should be permissible in all the cases where abortion is, including cases where the newborn is not disabled.

The feeble-mindedness and moral nullity of this argument is established by the use of the term "after-birth abortion," a contradiction in terms introduced to establish the moral equivalence of abortion, which is now legal throughout the "liberal" Western world, and infanticide, which is still deemed to be murder.

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Related:

CanSpeccy: The [Very Lethal] Values of a Liberal Society

National Sentinel: Now it makes sense: ‘Infanticide’ Va. Gov. Northam accepted nearly $2 million from Planned Parenthood

Gateway Pundit: Democrats’ Latest Abortion Plan to Kill Baby During Birth Comes Straight from Soviet Playbook

The New American: Republicans Defeat Effort to Allow Full-term Abortion Defeated in Virginia



Saturday, February 3, 2018

The Moral Legacy of Barry Sherman, a Canadian Tycoon

Barry Sherman was a gold-medal-winning engineering science graduate of the University of Toronto who received a doctorate in astrophysics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. In 1967 her purchased the pharmaceutical drug manufacturing company, Empire Laboratories, from the estate of his maternal uncle, Louis Winter and wife Beverley, who, dying within 17 days of one another, had designated Barry Sherman as the executor of their estate. Thereafter, Sherman pursued a career in the drug industry that was both highly litigious and highly profitable. Selling Empire Laboratories, he shed financial responsibility for his cousins, the heirs of Louis Winter, and founded Apotex, a company engaged in the same business as Empire Laboratories, which grew to become Canada's largest producer of generic drugs.

On or about December 13th 2017, Sherman, by then a multi-billionaire and generous contributor to Jewish charities, together with his wife, Honey, died of strangulation at their home in Toronto's suburb of North York. Death was initially considered by police as a possible murder-suicide, but the story was changed to double homicide after Toronto's Mayor, John Tory, conveyed the Sherman family's concerns about the investigation to Toronto's Police Chief.