Goat-Fuckers, Drug Abuse and Canadian Values

The  Trudeau family  changed forever  Canada’s values regarding  public profanity.  First Fuddle Duck Trudeau senior blurted out the word “fuck!” in the once hallowed  House of Commons.   Like the dirty little boy he was he later lied about it, but the die was cast.  His very impressionable  shirtless selfie son, known for getting away with  his elitist abuses of  marijuana , followed his dead Daddy, shouting  “Get the fuck out of my way” and  titting an attractive opposition member just to get his point across what it means to be  feminist man.
Meanwhile the Clintons and their supporters have been involved in so many sexual shenanigans that one really asks how can one talk about American politics of the left without using evocative words.
I, therefore ,might have in the past, to protect sensitive ,ever ready to be offended, little lady feminists,  alluded only to  goat-fornication. However, it is the 21st Century.
The CIA , Canadian and American military have  extensively reported on "goat fuckers". Cluster fuck, once a military speciality is now hardly heard of since the rise of  goat fuckers.  The capture of  masses of pornographic literature and pictures  in the Middle East and Africa exposed that the main attraction of radical muslim terrorists is for goats.  The virgins in heaven is indeed a ‘beard’ . A beard refers to the the women who used to marry homosexuals to allow them to fit in mainstream society.    Radical muslim terrorists are quite simply goat fuckers who would have the world believe that they want virgin women, but only in heaven.  
Personally I’ve never, to my knowledge, met a goat fucker.  Indeed they are a deceitful lot so if I had met one they probably would not have declared themselves.   In my work I’ve met  horse fornicators and cow fornicators. Bestiality,  though not common here, does exist.  Fornication with goats and the desire to fornicate with goats apparently goes hand and hoof with radical muslim terrorism.  There have been other terrorists such as the IRA but they were never associated with goat fucking.     The IRA weren’t even associated with goat fucking in  comedy  as the poor down under Australians were with sheep.  Now though, if  I met a radical muslim terrorist, based on the latest findings,  I would consider him  as likely to  be a goat fucker.
Goat fuckers might be  welcome in some countries and  selected mosques  but nowhere in Canada and especially not in Canadian Christian churches. A goat fucker simply could not feel reasonably   at home in Canada. The fact is, Canadians don’t tolerate goat fuckers. It’s a central and fundamental Canadian value.
I have used the term “goat fucker'  in my work.   I have told patients who have stopped using drugs, like  heroin,  fentanyl,  cocaine,and crystal meth,  that those,  who remain successfully abstinent for five years , have a fundamental  change in attitude towards drugs.   It is so significant that if they were offered a drug five years abstinent they’d still say something like,  “No thank you,  I’m not into goat fucking anymore.”  Drug addicts commonly normalize their drug addiction behaviour and forget how shocking and  radically wrong it is to healthy Canadians.  
There have been nearly a thousand  drug overdose deaths here this last year.  Other  nations, cultures and  religions  might not consider this the cluster fuck it is.  That's because they don’t share Canadian values.  Canadians  collectively are angered and ashamed that our most vulnerable are being killed by criminal greed driven heartless drug dealers.
The Canadian band, Steppenwolf, wrote and sang the song “Goddam the Pusherman” to millions of Canadians. Canadians value individual lives. They do not respect criminals.  And they value those with the greatest clarity, men like Canadian astronaut, Colonel Hatfield.
Perhaps terrorists who indiscriminately blow up children with their bombs see goat fucking as normal. Canadian  men and women on earth and in heaven , virgins or not,  do not accept goat fuckers.     In Canada we value the individual, love all children, denounce terrorism and  respect women.
There are those who do not know Canadian values.  The sad legacy of the uncultured Trudeaus leaves this false impression.  Thanks to the leadership of Dr. Kellie Leitch,  Canadians are being reminded of what Canadians truly do value and what they do not.
It seems sad that we have to clarify this. Say no to goat fucking.  Value Canada.
And welcome President Donald Trump, whose inauguration as the 45th President occurs today.

Canada Day

I’ve grown up singing O’Canada. I’ve been proud to sing God Saves the Queen too.  My dad was RCAF. I was proud he served his country. I’ve been a doctor and as a Canadian served in the north. When I sum up my career I simply say, “I worked in the areas of greatest need.”  Others did too.  Canadians aren’t individual grand standers. Hockey is our game because we believe in the team. There’s hierarchy but also individuality.
Wilderness is important to me. It’s part of what is Canadian.  We have ocean and acts of heroism by adventurers, fisherman and navy on either shore. We have the north.  Then there’s the south.  The Americans don’t like to remember it. I doubt it’s in their history books. But Canadians love to remember when we ‘whooped american ass.’  We pushed them back when they tried to invade. Now we love them as our neighbours. We were a Christian country and the majority still is. Love your enemy is something we take seriously. We work with those who try to hurt us.  We believe more in reformation than revenge. Of course we’ve had Britain and now the US doing the heavy lifting. But we’ve served too.  We are Canadians.
There are fireworks in the distance.  l like that so many participate in this day. I’m reading Colonel Hadfield’s book right now. He’s Canadian. So are Bare Naked Ladies.  We’ve got Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell and Margaret Lawrence.  We’ve even got Captain Kirk.  There’s Emily Carr and the Group of Seven, Glen Gould and Steppenwolf.  So many Canadians are the stuff of the Guess Who and the best of the culture and science and ideas of CBC.  We’re a railway from sea to sea.  We’re a great nation. We’re all about us and we care for the world. We’re green and we have water and energy and ideas. We share and we profit. We’ve taken immigrants and refugees.  We’ve done more for our aboriginals than any people in the world has done for theirs.  We learn together.  We are better each day.
I woke this morning. I slept in late.  I had two cups of coffee on a deck chair, throwing a ball for my cockapoo while reading Jackie Pullingers’ Chasing the Dragon.  Much to my surprise I got showered and shaved and onto my Harley motorcycle.  Gilbert rode in his little box behind me. We played Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to be Free” loud.  I drove us to the boatyard where my sailboat GIRI is up on the hard. The sun was hot and the sky was a beautiful blue.  Not too many clouds at that time.  Later they were a tapestry. I drilled holes in the steel of the zinc straps and mounted these last two to the steel hull.
Then Gilbert and I drove over to the docks where my fast hard bottomed zodiac with 20 hp outboard is chained.  We took her out for a spin.  It was hard getting up on the plane.  I beached her and cleaned barnacles that had attached to the sides since last I had her out only a few weeks back. Major growth in spring.  Gilbert kibitzed ashore with a poodle while I, in the ocean, used a paddle to scrape away the barnacles.  I’ll use a bottom paint on my dinghy when I take her out next.  Gilbert, with his lifejacket on, joined me, reluctantly, when I called him away from play.  Back in the boat, I pushed off the shore, started the engine, then gunned her onto the plane. Much better.
We drove out to English Bay. The water was rough. It was already 5 pm. I’d thought of anchoring off Spanish Banks and going for a swim but instead buzzed by George’s pink palace to take a picture and text it to him.  Then I drove back along the north shore seawall enjoying seeing all the people out on the beach. Lots of boats out in English Bay too. Fishing boats, sailboats, pleasure craft. Others just like me going for a spin.
I used up a tank of gas and had to refuel out in Coal Harbour off Lonsdale Quay.  Then back at the dock I unloaded Gilbert and tied up the boat.
Back home I had BC Wild salmon and watched Robocop.  What a great day.  Canada Day.  Deck chair, boat work, a ride on the motorcycle and a spin on the water. Blue sky and sunshine.  Out with my friend Gilbert. I wouldn’t want to be anything but Canadian and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here.  The day had started too with a picture of Eva, Gilbert’s girlfriend, my nephew Allan’s cockapoo.  My nephew Graeme, had taken her picture with a Canada Day scarf and sent it to me.
 

Motorcycling Spokane to Bute, Montana

I got in at 11 pm and had to get up at 2 am to catch a taxi at 3 to be at the airport for 4 am to depart to Seattle at 6 am.  It was a short stop over in Seattle. I arrived in Spokane where Mr. Lawless was waiting with his taxi. Great morning drive to Lone Wolf Harley Davidson Dealers. The guys there had solved my ABS brake problem finding the old code to set it right.  By 10:30 am I was on the highway.  Terrific service.
I brought more tunes.  This time I had all the iPod music but in addition I'd collected a bunch of cd's from home.  Barrelling along the highway at 70 mph is made even better with just the right cruising music.  Steve Bell was still a hit with me after I found out how I enjoyed his music riding into Spokane. This time I also played Third Day, my favourite Christian Rock band, Steppenwolf of course, with the Born to be Wild Theme song.  I loved hearing them at Sturges North.  I listened to Guess Who as well this stretch. Some of the time I turn off the stereo or listen to the FM or AM radio when I'm near a town.
The ride from Spokane was first through Idaho hills where the pine smells were so rich. There'd been fog and chill in Seatle so I was glad to be in the heat and sun that started in Spokane. It got really dry when I got a little ways into Montana.  By Missoula it was grass plains.  Real cattle country.
I passed Blackfoot and Little Blackfoot Rivers. The rest areas had great history plaques about the engineering that went into the building of the first major roads in the mid 1800's.  Lots of Silver in the hills.  I got to an elevation near 5000 feet at one point before getting on to Montana plains and rolling hills. I could see the cowboys and Indians riding through these valleys for sure. Enjoyed seeing paint horses and remembering the great western novels about Paint Horses.
I stripped at the last rest stop and climbed into the river. It wasn't deep enough to swim but I could lie on my belly and back and get a thorough cooling dunking. It was especially refreshing on my face and head.  I'd been watching all these people along swimming in this river's swimming holes  and was finally able to join in.  Reminded me of swimming in the prairies as a kid.
I stopped at Missoula Grizzly Harley Davidson.
I had to nap at one rest area, my eyes were so gritty. Then when I pulled into Bute I met Guy outside the Alano Club.  I left my bike there and he drove me up to an outdoor grill where I had the best new yorker steak .  I'd not eaten all day and had been seeing a lot of Black Angus cattle that were whetting my appetite. I just loved that steak.  Then we were at a meeting and everyone was so friendly. Thanks to Guy I found this Best Western.

He's a Harley Rider, was helping at the Evil Kneevil Show last week in Bute. I saw the posters still up as I came into town. He'd been at the Association of Injured Motorcyclists.  A real caring and loving guy who does a lot of service helping with the church and disabled people.  Plays a Marten too.  Couldn't get over the books we'd read in common.  He'd not read Spirituality of Imperfection so I was pleased to turn him on to that. We'd both enjoyed Proof of Heaven by Eben Alexander. I was reading that still on the plane to Spokane.  What an incredible story.
Now I'm just 'rendering' the Gopro movie I made wearing the thing on my helmut for a bit before Missoula.  Now I'm at the Butte Plaza Inn Best Western and knowing I'm going to enjoy a good night sleep. I washed my underwear and socks and hung them up.  I'll actually get a breakfast in the morning.  Must remember to wake. I'm planning on driving to Livingston on the I90 then turning right to head south through Yellowstone. I have a desire to see a geyser again. I've gone through Yellowstone several times but it's always been sensational.  Though I remember the traffic was tediously slow.  I loved seeing the wildlife.

Mazda MX-5 Miata GT

Year round motorcycling in Vancouver is cold rainy and windy.
"Why don't you drive your truck?" a friend asked.
"There's no parking in Vancouver."
"Then you'll just have to get a car like everyone else."
"I don't want to get a car. I feel like I'm driving in a cage."
"What about a convertible"
And that's how I began looking for a sportscar.
I remembered the years I had a Ford Mustang and how I loved that car. Just like my Harley Electraglide. When I got in my Mustang I wanted to head for the open road.  But I didn't need the back seat.  Now I wanted something smaller too.  Something easy to park, really maneuverable. And I wanted a trunk. In Vancouver anything is stolen if it's left in the car and people break windows just to snatch and grab cellphones.  A trunk made things out of sight out of mind, even if a lock only keeps an honest man out.  I didn't want to tie up a lot of money either.
My wiser older brother Ron who'd had a motorcycle before me had bought a sportscar with his wife Adel when they were younger.  Dad never had much to say about them but then he was really a truck man. Mom and he liked their American Motor sedan too.  Remember her in her mink coat and him in his suit driving to church in their Ambassador.  They always had to have a back seat for the kids and grandkids though.  If I'm not riding a motorcycle,  a 2 seater sportscar is just fine for me.  
The list of car choices got short pretty quickly.  Smart Car - great but no trunck.  Cooper - no trunk but otherwise fine.  Back seat possibilities.  VW bug convertible. I phoned the dealer and all I got was an electronic message. Made me think that maintenance could be a problem. Still I loved the VW bug, rabbit and Vanagon's I've had.  Checked out the PT Cruiser convertible too. I 'd rented PT Cruisers and loved the ride. Reminded me of the HHR I loved.  All the American cars were great but bigger than I needed.
That's when I came back to the Miata. I'd seen one on the street and loved it. A Prrofessor of Pharmacy friend had one and he absolutely loved it . All the ratings on internet were great.   It was under$30,000 new where as if I wanted a BMW or Porche or any of those others I'd have to go to a $50,000 plus price tag which meant I'd have to sell a kidney.   I'd get $10,000 on my Ural Sidecar Motorcycle if I traded that in  so with $10,000 down and that I'd only have to finance $10,000.  Not bad with the two year rates these days. My Scotia and TD Banks are Canadian with bank managers I like.  It was the American banks that hated their citizens not the Canadians. Dad always paid cash where he could but secured loans were relatively okay. The real one armed bandit crack equivalent was the credit card. I watch mine like a venomous snake I've got as a pet.. .
Laura and I decided just for fun to check out the 'feel' of a Miata.   I'd sat in some other sports cars on lots but never the Mazda.  So there we were one day at Morrey Mazda in North Vancouver.planning only to sit in one.  I did and "it fit" like a very fine glove.
"You know we've got a 2011 model which was used as a demo ,  has only 10,000 km on it and is $10,000 off the new price." Erik, the delightful salesman told me. I knew what Eve felt like in the Morrey Garden of Eden.  All the Mazda cars were bright shiny apples but the Miata was the prettiest of all.  It was like history repeating myself too..  I remembered the day I'd gone from a Harley Davidson Roadster to the Electraglide I truly love because Trev Deely had a low mileage demo on just such a sweet sale.  One of best decisions of my life.
Erik was a tall handsome man who sold me on Mazda and Miata simply by showing me the features and telling me how much he enjoyed his.  He was 6'2".  We talked about motorcycling. He admitted he'd given up riding a decade past falling in love with sports cars.
"I love my miata." he said.
So we took it for a test drive.  Laura stayed with Gilbert. I drove the 2011 Miata around the neighbourhood and out on the highway and back.  What a ride!  Great open air biking feel with the same sense of feeling the road cornering. And perky, too  On the highway it just lit out with a whole lot of muscle under the hood. . 167 hp 4 cyclinder but the car is under 3000 lbs. My 1600 cc Harley motorcycle is nearly a thousand pounds.  Great torgue.  Same kind of responsiveness.
"Two side air bags for collision and front air bags.    Head rest acts as a kind of roll bar but there's reinforcing back there. You can get more reinforcing for the headrests as an accessory.  But the feature I like best," Erik said, " is the automatic emergency braking. If you slam on the brakes, say if a kid runs in front of you, electronically the car senses the fast braking motion and brings all the braking pssible to bear without ceasing up." I tried it and we stopped with my guts in front of the car.
2.0L engine, Double overhead Cam. 4 cylinder. 16 valves.
167 hp at 700 rpm  140 ft lbs @ 5000 rpm
Rear wheel transmission.  I've got 6 speed manual.  I confess I think automatic sportscars are for weenies.   I love the brakes.  Disc brakes - ventilated front disc and solid rear disc brakes.   There's tire pressure monitoring too though I haven't found it yet.  I heard about that first when I got my RV.  Something I'd like on my Harley too.
The folding 12 second hard roof is what makes it. I was afraid to have a cloth top in downtown Eastside Vancouver.  There's problems with people knifing the tops for fun or profit.  I just didn't want to have to face the bother of replacement.  Thieves are most awful for forcing one to deal with insurance beurocracy, the appointments and delays. All over Vancouver millions and millions of dollars in lost productivity is a product of the high downtown theft rate. I've had my vehicles broken into several times.  The insurance doesn't cover the lost and never covers the thousands of dollars lost time dealing with insurance  and repairs.  So I loved the hard top.  Best of all worlds.
The key fob works the lock and it's one of those proximity ones. If it's in my pocket the car is mine.
"This one is 'fully loaded'", Erik told me. All the accessories.  The base car rate for a new one was around $28,000 but fully loaded GT or Grand Touring could add another $10,000 to the car price total.  Great Bose sound system too with Serius Satellite Radio installed.  I've still got to get that working. But Laura and I loved the Serius comedy channel on the new Jeep we'd rented in Ottawa last month.   I've had my I tunes playing through the Bose system.Selah, Bach and Chantel all sound terrific.  Love having the controls on the steering wheel.
When Eric and I got back I took Laura for a spin and she said, "I love it."  Most imporstant, she said,  "There's room enough for Gilbert here too."   That's what counted. I knew Gilbert would sit on the seat but didn't know if he and Laura would have enough room together on 'his' side of the car.
So I bought it.  At least the bank and I did.  I needed more  good excuses  to go to work too.
Now it was hard to wait for delivery and harder to wait for the weekend day trip. But  Laura and I and Gilbert have driven down to Bellingham, stayed the night there. The winding tree and sea Chuckanut Road I love doing  on my Harley on the Oyster Bike Run was a whole lot of fun in the Miata. . With the wider vehicle the road is a whole lot narrower. Easier and better feeling on the bike but still a great experience driving a winding and curving country road..  Love the sunshine and wind in the hair. Had to stop at Skaggit Harley though to get a leather harley ball cap. Had to have that and my hair in a pony tail because my hair had been whipping  my face raw.  Usually it gets bunched inside a helmut. .  With the heated seats and interior heating it was a really comfortable ride. Truly decadent.
Loved looking ahead at a storm cloud, turning to Laura and saying, "I think I should put the roof up or we might get wet."  I pulled over to the side.  12 seconds later  and we were ahead of the rain and snug as a bug. I confess I felt pretty good when a biker went by going the other direction soaked from head to toe. I must be getting soft.  But I sure have paid my dues. I knew too well what that guy was feeling like and  I know I was feeling a whole lot more warmer.  And still I felt really 'cool'.
Tthere's something to be said cruising along with Steppenwolf wailing over the speakers too. Laura and I had loved seeing John Kay at the Sturges North Biker Festival last year.  With the top up I felt more  like I was  in the cabin of a little jet fighter plane than a boring old car. . The whole console is so well made and arranged for viewing.  Laura and Gilbert beside me was pretty great too.   i think I know what Tom Cruise feels like now.
At the Best Western in Bellingham and the Best Western Navigator in Everett we just took the overnight luggage out of the trunk and signed in. The trunk holds just enough for two to make a week road trip I'd figure. This weekend road trip we had room left over. I imagine we could even throw in the tenting camping gear we had for weekends on the motorcycle.  Pretty tight but just what we need. I'd not be going hunting with this car. No room for hauling loads.  That's what my trucks for.
This is perfect for my needs in city and weekend road trips.  I'll be riding the harley still and even taking Laura along. But Gilbert doesn't like any long trips in his box at the back when there's the  three of us on the bike.  At most a day run and that's stretching it for him.  He's liking the sportscar pretty much but the top coming up kind of scares him a bit even if he tries to put on a brave dog face.
"I love my Miata".  This one is 3rd generation and there's more than a million sold. Reminds me a bit of my room mate Roberto's MG.  I was 20 then.  I'm 60 now but kind of feel like 20. And looking over at Laura. She kind of looks like 20 with her blond hair and smile and the two of us racing up the I5.  What an adventure!   I love my Miata!

Sturges North 2011 & John Kay and Steppenwolf

The rain was something fierce with thunderstorms and lightening just before the John Kay and Steppenwolf concert.  More of a weir wolf night than a steppenwolf night.  Laura and I rode the motorcycle to the music grounds to find them packed despite the inclement weather.  The sky cleared to reveal a full moon.  John Kay and Steppenwolf came on stage and the crowd howled.  Laura swooned. "He's better looking now than when he was young. I had a crush on him back them, " she said in a throaty voice between numbers.  Some fat women were drunkenly dancing poorly in front of me. They were looking at each other taking pictures of themselves and intermittently blocking the view for all of us behind them.  The news said alot of outlaw biker gangs were in town.  They were obviously on good behaviour.  No one shot these silly fat girls and one skinny bitch.  The fact is the Sturges North biker crowds were alot more tolerant and behaved a whole lot better than Vancouver hockey crowds.
When John Kay belted out Magic Carpet Ride we all were on our feet.  The whole audience went wild when the band went from that right into "Born to be Wild'.  This was the song made famous by Easy Rider and still is the song that epitomizes the open highway motorcycle ride.  When they left the stage the crowd just kept on hollering and cheering. "Encore, encore!"  John Kay and Steppenwolf came back on.  They ended with another song of an era, "Goddam the Pusherman!" Laura and I rode back to Pierre's Point Campground under a full moon, wind in our face, "Born to be Wild" (at our age!)