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The Land of Twelve-Foot Davis - James. G. MacGregor
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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A pleasant, comfortable read, history of the Peace River Country, with excerpts from the pioneers, fur traders, Hudson's' Bay Men, the North West RCMP, Whisky Runners, Gold Prospectors, Trappers, Missionaries, and the countless other sundry characters who first populated the North. Well and often exuberantly written, it inspires one with the places to be searched and the countless exploration opportunities...
(It turns out he has a whole range of other books written about the local history of Alberta, Battle River, Edmonton, Etc. Have to keep my eyes peeled...)
cops ... again
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Link: http://news.nationalpost.com/news/world/im-going-to-hit-him-dash-cam-video-shows-officers-tried-to-run-over-man-before-shooting-him-14-times
I feel so much safer. How could you not? The police.
Civil Asset Forfeiture
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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John Oliver does an excellent (albeit abbreviated) summary of the Civil Asset Forfeiture Laws in the US.
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Stick with it Greta, it's there for you...Jeff Goldblum at the end.
The Nephew
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: People
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I'm leaving and he's doing less and less. Less, even, than before, and it was never much. Never.
A regular customer, philanthropist, wealthy, switched his schedule from Monday evenings to Tuesday evenings. No reason, but no small coincidence that my schedule changed as well, it's not me, I know, it's the avoidance of the other. He typically tips 22%. The week before, he'd come in with a party, the Nephew served, he tipped 5%. The Nephew, inattentive, preoccupied with his phone, he's fucking lousy. We've now the new waitress, the hostess, the nephew, none of whom will take orders or run food, all of which whom are paid, more or less, as equals. It's bullshit in the extreme. No, really, if you've worked in a restaurant, or anywhere else in the world, anywhere at all, with someone that leaned on their shovel the entire day and told you how hard they were working and how rich they should be you'll understand. He's that guy.
Tonight...3 men, older, spenders. They ask me about him, what's his role, what's he doing? I tell them..."He's (the bosses') nephew"...
...they laugh, family, they get it, and rib me with "you'll be fired before he is...", and I jest in return "I already have...". The last, they don't get, it doesn't matter. I do.
He thinks he's hard working. He defends himself by mocking me, offering to mop my beleaguered brow, "Worker of the Year" he says, no one is fooled. Damn me all you want, but I'm on my feet, still keeping up, his only currency is the internet and all the "Immigration/Islam is Awful" the internet can spew, but oddly no mention of the Italian problem, and when I address it, postulate that Italians immigrate to Canada through manholes left open upon the street, he sort of gets it.
But not really.
It's like the owner showed me, that internet meme - The oft quoted Ricky Gervais:
"When you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It's only painful & difficult for others. The same applies when you are stupid."
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