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It's fair to state that Minority Parliaments (of the past) have generally served Canadians well...because, in order to function effectively cooperation and coordination between the elected political parties is essential.   

During times of crisis what Canadians need from our elected government(s) is focused collaborative leadership from the federal, provincial and territorial governments.

Citizens have endured living in crisis piled upon crisis and confusion; the ongoing pandemic, exhausted medical workers, climate catastrophes (forest fires, drought, heat domes), educational classrooms in disarray, struggling businesses, the Reconciliation imbroglio, out-of-control debt/deficits, the Afghanistan debacle, etc..

Instead of focused cooperation and coordination between levels of government, the opposite has occurred.

Rather than spend all of his government's time and energy managing the unprecedented series of crises', our Prime Minister demonstrates he's just another deceitful politician, focused on himself, lusting for 'total power'. 

Justin of 'Sunny Ways' chose to risk everything - in the middle of his mandate - his goal, whatever the cost, get reelected with a majority.

Two weeks into this unnecessary 36-day election campaign, it has become evident that voters are enraged, seriously pissed off, and in no mood to listen to hollow, unaffordable promises from him or any of the other contenders.

This Machiavellian ill-timed decision is right out of the pages of 'The Prince', and may (justifiably) result in Trudeau's demise as leader of the Liberals and his Party being relegated to Opposition status.

                                                LESSONS FROM THE 'MASTER' OF MODERN POLITICAL SCIENCE

What is science?

Science is a systematic enterprise that builds and organizes knowledge in the form of testable explanations and predictions about the universe. The earliest roots of science can be traced to Ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia in around 3000 to 1200 BCE.

What is politics?

Politics is the set of activities that are associated with making decisions in groups, or other forms of power relations between individuals, such as the distribution of resources or status. The branch of social science that studies politics and governments is referred to as political science.

What is political science?

Political science is the scientific study of politics. It is a social science dealing with systems of governance and power, and the analysis of political activities, political thought, political behaviour, and associated constitutions and laws.

What is the most popular political science book of all time?

Politicians, mandarins and apparatchiks posit the most-popular/must-read is a handbook, written in 1513...titled 'The Prince'.

What is it about this particular book that draws so many people to read it?

Because it's all about how to gain and retain 'ultimate' power.

Who authored this 'must-read' political book?

Niccolo di Bernardo die Machiavelli; an Italian diplomat, philosopher and historian who lived during the Renaissance. He has been called the father of modern political philosophy and political science.

One of Machiavelli's goals in writing 'The Prince' was to win favour of Lorenzo de Medici, then governor of Florence, and the person to whom the book is dedicated, and thereby land him an advisory position within the Florentine government. However, things didn't work out for the author. He ended up being tortured for conspiring against the Medici family.

'The Prince' remains relevant after 508 years.

The slender political treatise is one of the most influential and controversial books published in Western literature; a searing meditation on the means some people use to get and maintain power and to guide 'leaders' on how to survive in the world as it is and not as it should be.

The impact of the book over five centuries has been to confront its countless readers, in the starkest terms possible, on the most important questions about politics and morality.

                                                     Examples of Machiavelli's 'advice' to princes/leaders...

"It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both."

"Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are."

"Hence it comes about that all armed Prophets have been victorious, and all unarmed Prophets have been destroyed."

"The first method of estimating the intelligence of a ruler is to look at the men he has around him."

"It must be remembered that there is nothing more difficult to plan, more doubtful of success, nor more dangerous to manage than a new system. For the initiator has the enmity of all who would profit by the preservation of the old institution and merely lukewarm defenders in this who gain by the new ones."

Someone exhibiting 'Machiavellian' tendencies is considered sneaky, cunning, lacking a moral code, ruthless, manipulative and deceitful. Anyone in particular come to mind?

But whatever the underlying philosophy, the political 'advice' contained in 'The Prince' seems to work. Why else would politicians and mandarins of every stripe still look to the book for guidance?

The limits of 'luck' may have run its course for the son of Pierre Trudeau whose six-year error-prone track record and recent decision to choose self-interest over responsibility to manage the crisis facing the nation, raises serious doubts about his judgement.

Should Justin Trudeau remain 'Prince' of Canada even if the most Liberals get elected?


Any Prime Minister who decides to plunge the country into an unnecessary, expensive election (during a crisis) must, before doing so, seriously consider the consequences. He either didn't or didn't care! 

All Justin Trudeau managed to achieve by another 'error-in-judgement' is to increase the cynicism about politics and politicians.

                                                      IRONY - ACCORDING TO POLL TRACKERS

1) If the election was held today, a little known rookie, Erin O'Toole, would lead a minority Conservative government. Really?

2) If our voting system allowed voters to vote for a party leader considered 'the best of the current lot', JAGMEET SINGH JIMMY DHALIWAL, of Burnaby, B.C., would be the next 'Prince' of The Great White North.

P.S. Jagmeet could not get a job working for the Quebec civil service. How's that for irony!

                                                                AND IN CLOSING...

Machiavelli neither abhorred nor celebrated power. He insisted that those in authority should govern well, understanding that politics is about the balanced, intelligent course.

His determination to "tell it like it is" and to deliver his message in an unvarnished way earned him much criticism, but his contribution to political thinking has been, quite simply, outstanding.

"Politicians like diapers must be changed often, and for the same reason." - Mark Twain

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#238 A TRAGEDY WORTHY OF A SHAKESPEARE PLAY (posted Aug. 13, 2021)

                                  A HIGH STAKES GAME OF GEOPOLITICAL CHICKEN-CHESS

Protagonist #1: Rookie Emperor/King 'Crazy Pants'; paranoid, vain, delusional, serial liar and self proclaimed "smartest man in the world".

Protagonist #2" Supreme-Dictator 'Big Daddy Xi'; intelligent, inscrutable, experienced, cunning, clever and ruthless.

The Pawn: Justin the Fair of 'Sunny Ways'.

The Protagonists' Goal: World domination.

The Saga begins...when the Americans and Chinese are mired in a no-holds-barred trade negotiation.

To gain the advantage over his opponent, 'Crazy Pants' sets in motion a complex plan that ultimately places the leader of 'The Great White North' between a BIG rock and a BIG hard place.

"And let me speak to the yet unknowing world

How these things came about. So shall you hear

Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,

Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,

Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,

And, in this upshot, purposes mistook

Fall'n on the inventors heads." - HAMLET

Following are monsieur Ronald's 'Coles Notes' version for anyone who hasn't been paying attention to the ongoing saga...

November 30, 2018: The Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) receive a notice from the FBI requesting a Chinese citizen, Ms. Meng Wanzhou, be detained by Canadian officials upon arrival at the Vancouver International Airport. Her flight is scheduled to arrive the next day. She is en route to Mexico from Hong Kong without intent to enter Canada.

December 1, 2018: To what has the appearance of sheepish compliance, Canada Border Services officers detain Meng as she enters the 'transit area/zone of the airport. They question her for three hours while awaiting the arrival of FBI agents.

When the FBI arrive, the RCMP arrest Ms. Meng for fraud and conspiracy pursuant to the extradition treaty between Canada and the U.S.. Thus setting in motion the plan devised by 'Crazy Pants' and his handmaidens.

NB: In the event you've been living in a monastery of late, Meng Wanzhou, is the daughter of Huawei founder, Ren Zhengfei. Huawei is a Chinese multinational technology company headquartered in Shenzhen, Guangdong. Her formal title is Deputy chair and CEO of Huawei. Father and daughter are extra-extra close with 'Big Daddy Xi'.

From December 7 to 11, 2018: Meng and her legal team attend a bail hearing in Vancouver. She gets released with conditions + $10 million bail + required to surrender her passport. Turns out she possesses eight passports; the type normally issued only to employees of the Chinese government. The plot thickens.

For the duration of the interminable legal processes, she is "incarcerated" in a Canadian style Gulag; a $14-million dollar Vancouver mansion she just happens to own. Welcome to Canada Ms Meng. And please let our authorities know if there is anything else we can do to make your temporary stay in our great country any more comfortable.

Retaliation by China is swift, but surprisingly not against 'Crazy Pants'.

'Big Daddy' wisely does not risk provoking the unstable, unpredictable rookie-dictator, who just might be willing to start WWIII rather than show weakness to an adversary.

He cleverly targets a more vulnerable, manipulable pawn, Justin the Fair of 'Sunny Ways'. Thus begins the squeeze play...on Canada.

Immediately following Meng's arrest, in an act of brazen diplomatic hostage-taking, the People's Republic of China arrest Canadians Michael Kovrig and Micheal Spavor, charge both with espionage and lock them up.

Unlike the treatment shown Ms. Meng, they are incarcerated in a Chinese hellhole.

As Meng's Vancouver extradition proceedings grind on (now into August 2021) 'Big Daddy' tightens the screws on his powerless pawn, who, to date, receives little noticeable help from Trump's replacement, 'Uncle Joe':

BING: A quickie sham-trial for Michael Spavor. Sentence, 11-years in a Chinese slammer.

BANG: Michael Kovrig awaits his quickie sham-trial and sentence.

BOOM: Serving time for drug trafficking, Canadian Robert Schellenberg, is retried and sentenced to death.

Going on three years, the kidnapped Michaels' have suffered physical and psychological torture at the hands of a brutal dictatorship that ignores the rule of law.

"Big Daddy's" recent escalating actions against Canadian citizens signal he's prepared to negotiate an exchange - Meng for the Michaels' - providing the exchange takes place BEFORE the B.C. judge makes her decision on whether or not to extradite Meng Wanzhou. Otherwise, 'Big Daddy Xi' will undoubtedly order something more ruthless.

                                                    SERIOUS QUESTIONS

1) Does Justin have the gonads to go 'mano-a-mano' with 'Big Daddy Xi' in a deadly game of geopolitical chicken?

2) Is 'Sunny Ways' cleverly waiting to make a deal with 'Big Daddy' during the upcoming election campaign and thereby cement a majority victory for the Liberals? Or is he much too young to remember what happened to Jimmy Carter in the Iran hostage crisis?

3) Is the PM prepared to stick to his position that China must respect Canadian extradition treaties and allow our courts to decide the fate of Ms. Meng?

4) In five months time, hundreds of Canadians will arrive in Beijing, China to attend the Winter Olympics that start February 4, 2022.

If Meng is extradited to the United States by Canada to face American justice, is there any doubt this ruthless dictator will take more Canadians hostage even when the whole world is watching on television.

Is the Prime Minister of Canada prepared to take that risk?

5) Is the Canadian Olympic Committee prepared to boycott the Beijing Winter Games if the Michaels' are still in a Chinese hellhole?

"Never take a knife to a gun fight" - Sean Connery in "The Untouchables" - 1987.

Stay tuned.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#237 MID-SUMMER MEANDERINGS (posted July 25, 2021)

A prominent American forensic psychiatrist was asked how to detect a mental deficiency in people who appear completely normal.

Nothing easier, she replied. Ask a simple question which anyone should answer with no trouble.

If the person hesitates, then you're on the right track.

What sort of question?

Well, you might ask 'Captain Cook made three trips around the world and died during one of them.'

Which one?

                                                       AND THEN, THIS HAPPENED...

Where: Victoria, the capital city of British Columbia.

When: July 1, 2021, afternoon.

What: A large crowd gathers on the lawn in front of the provincial legislature.

Why: Were they there to celebrate Canada's 154th birthday in the traditional Victoria way; to assemble and create Canada's largest human flag? Nope. Something more sinister was afoot.

The gathering comprised different 'protest' factions; there to attract attention and promote their cause, campaign or grievance. Some were there to create mayhem, raise hell and break stuff.

(Presumably this faction wants to mimic a growing trend in cities across the country. Self-professed 'peaceful' protesters vandalizing public property for an objective/end game that remains puzzling to many.)

The hell-raisers move toward the statue of Queen pull it down? Their presumed intent is thwarted by a cordon of police who surround the statue.

As frustration grows they spot another statue nearby. They surround the statue chanting excitedly. They cheer as the statue is unceremoniously hauled off its pedestal and tossed into the Pacific Ocean. Lots of selfies, mission accomplished, now let's go home.

At this point in the story, you have to be wondering: This must of been a really bad dude to deserve that treatment. And who was the dude depicted on the statue?

This is where things get bizarro.

The statue is/was none other than the aforementioned maritime explorer, Captain James Cook. It stood directly across from another landmark, the Empress Hotel. Two famous Victoria Inner Harbour icons that faced each other for 46 years.

What could these mindless acts of vandalism possibly achieve or hope to achieve?

In a 1948 speech to the House of Commons, Winston Churchill paraphrased Spanish philosopher George Santayana's aphorism "Those who fail to learn from history are condemned to repeat it."

Society cannot begin to understand the times we presently live in, without first understanding our history.

Was there anyone in the gang of vigilantes who possessed actual knowledge of James Cook and his legacy of accomplishments? Someone who might have known a little bit about the man, such as...

George Vancouver served as a midshipman aboard HMS Resolution on Captain James Cook's second voyage (1772-1775) searching for Terra Australis.

That George Vancouver also sailed with Cook's third voyage (1776-1780) aboard HMS Discovery during the first European sighting and exploration of the Hawaiian Islands. (reread psychiatrist quiz above)

That in 1792, in command of HMS Discovery and HMS Chatham, Captain George Vancouver entered the Straight of Juan de Fuca, between present day Vancouver Island and Washington State.

That James Cook and George Vancouver are among Britain's greatest explorers and navigators.

Is this not a legitimate enough reason to recognize and acknowledge their accomplishments with place names, statues, whatever, as part of maritime history?

Or is the objective/end game of this vigilantism to expunge, erase, tear down everything associated with whatever names happen to be on their latest 'enemies list'?

Cook, MacDonald, Ryerson, Vancouver, Cartier, Dundas, Duplessis or whoever's next "they" choose to despise - made to disappear from the historical record of the Great White North.

To what end? Do "they" even know?

Monsieur Ronald, like many senior citizens (aka Cranky-Old-Farts) strongly oppose anyone going down the 'slippery slope'.

This mindlessness could lead to what happened in Germany 88 years ago.

On April 8, 1933, the Main Office for Press and Propaganda of the German Student Union proclaimed a nationwide "Action against Un-German Spirit" which was to climax in a literary purge or "cleansing" fire. Their campaign became known as The Nazi book burnings.

Too many Germans either looked the other way or just passively accepted what was going on right under their noses.

The end game of this premeditated action eventually resulted in World War Two.

When has censorship ever advanced human knowledge?

"Accept the fact that some days you're the seagull, and some days you're the statue."

                                           AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Don't you just hate it when you can't figure out how to operate the new iPad or that new computerized gizmo and the 'Family Tech-Expert' is asleep...because she's five...and it's past her bedtime.

This next (personal) tale is about two seniors, currently wrestling with new technology and no five-year-old to ask for "HELP US, PLEASE, WE'RE OLD, CONFUSED, BOTHERED AND BEWILDERED."

Have you purchased a new kitchen appliance...recently?

Our 14-year-old electric kitchen range (we used to call them stoves) bit the dust. It was like losing an old, comfortable pair of slippers that provided comfort and security every time you slipped them on. Our old stove is sorely missed...more than we realize. Life in our kitchen was so simple for 14 years.

Consequently, Madame Ronald, resident range-master extraordinaire, began the search for a replacement online.

Monsieur Ronald, clueless in such matters, wisely and purposely, did not participate.

Her challenge: Find an appliance that fits the space constraints, reasonably priced, that must be delivered within one week. Like an Olympic hurdler, the task was done in three days.

The following week two burley guys show up at the front door.

Task #1: We watch (teary-eyed) as the burley guys wheel out the body of old Kenmore Elite. She served us faithfully for 14 long years. May she rest in range heaven.

Task #2: The burley guys wheel in a shiny new Samsung electric range, model # blah, blah, blah.

Task #3: One burley guy plugs in Miss Samsung and moves her into the space (perfecto fit).

Task #4: Monsieur Ronald signs the delivery confirmation slip and the two burley guys are out the door and gone...before we remember to ask "where's the start button?"

We stare at this stranger in our kitchen for a few minutes. We know she's plugged in but why is there no sign of life, not even a blinking light?

The range master hands clueless the "quick starter guide" that came with the new appliance and orders "start her up".

The "quick starter guide" is two pages; a diagram of where the surface burners are located, partial instructions on how to use the dial knob, how to open and close the oven door and pictures of an air fry tray (whatever that is). Not one word about "how to start her up".

Where is the detailed user guide manual?

Call the salesperson to find out. He advises the user manual is available for downloading on the Samsung website. Without it you'll be lost, because your new appliance has more computer chips in it than your car.

The experience of locating and downloading the user manual on the Samsung Canada website was comparable to contacting your internet provider, the CRA or your MP seeking assistance. An hour passed before the 204 page user manual was on my computer.

Then the fun-part started. Delving into the technological abyss of a new Samsung range has left two senior citizens struggling to comprehend the operation of this high-tech machine. We've been at it a week. Sadly, we're on our own, navigating our way through the morass of dials, knobs and screens, without a five-year-old expert to help.

Two examples:

#1: Setting the clock time, date and year was as difficult as setting the clock in a Lexus.

#2: According to the manual, you can give voice commands to this range. We're taking a pass on setting that up (even if we could master the instructions) for a good reason; Siri doesn't follow instructions in the car, why would she in the kitchen.

We fondly remember the good old days. Your new stove was delivered. It had a visible on and off switch and you were good to go. Sigh!

                                    AND LASTLY, SOME SUMMER BONS BONS TO CHEW ON

1) Guy got his wife to help him put some posts in the ground for their new fence.

He gave her the hammer and said "When I nod my head you hit it"

He didn't remember much after that.

2) Never ask your wife when dinner will be ready while she's mowing the lawn.

3) Drive's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.

Enjoy your summer. We've all earned a break and a long hug.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#236 THE ONLY CONSTANT IN LIFE IS CHANGE (posted July 10, 2021)

                                          THE LEGEND OF EVERYTHING (NORMAL) CHANGING

In 1819, American author, Washington Irving, published a short story about an amiable farmer and his wife (Dutch-Americans) who live in a village at the foot of New York's Catskill Mountains.

Like many colonials, they are loyal subjects of King George III.

Every day the wife nags her henpecked husband about his laziness. It's driving him crazy.

To get away from his wife's constant nagging, he wanders off into the mountains with his dog Wolf.

There he meets a mysterious stranger with a long beard wearing antiquated Dutch clothing and carrying a keg. He asks the farmer for help carrying the heavy keg filled with liquid.

They arrive at a hollow where a group of dwarfs are playing a game and drinking liquor.

The farmer is offered a drink of the liquor as thanks for helping carry the keg.

He soon falls asleep...for twenty years...missing the American Revolutionary War and everything else that has happened in America over two decades.

When Rip Van Winkle wakes up, he's an old man; alone, in a country no longer ruled by a British King; confused, bewildered and scared.

The message of Washington Irving's tale: Rip Van Winkle's (normal) world changed...gone, forever.

                                          THE REALITY OF EVERYTHING (NORMAL) CHANGING

Unlike in the story, humanity's nightmare happened over a much shorter span of time and we weren't asleep.

Governments and medical experts promoted measures for collective protection, in a crisis so dire that it prompted unprecedented cooperation that resulted in historic rapid vaccine development to control a killer virus.

Much of humanity went into voluntary isolation. Virtual contact became normal.

As vaccines are injected into millions of arms while humanity keeps a wary eye on the new threats, Delta and Lambda COVID-19 variants, we are encouraged by those in authority to slowly emerge from our "caves" and individually left to ponder, like Rip Van Winkle, "how much of my (normal) world has changed...gone, forever.

Worth considering: The pandemic crisis prompted unprecedented cooperation amongst nations. This should give us all hope that it could happen again, this time to save the planet.

                                                              IT'S CHRISTMAS IN JULY

No, monsieur Ronald, is not experiencing another senior's moment.

Yes, monsieur appreciates Christmas is still six months away.

And, he also knows the next federal election is scheduled for the Fall of 2023.

But, if you're a cynic like Ronnie, it's been impossible not to notice...

Just in time for Canada Day, 'Justin the Fair of Sunny Ways' emerged from his Rideau Cottage "cave" sporting a pre-pandemic look.

Discarded is the pandemic 'Rasputin-Greybeard' look, replaced by the 'Sexy-Dude' look.

Take note: The new haircut. The return of the more adorable 'curly-cue' dangling strategicly onto the high forehead. The handsome smiling visage.

No more 'PM Gloom and Doom Grimm-Pants'. Welcome to..."Happy Days Are Here Again".

PM new-look utters another bilingual mensonge that provides the first clue about what is really afoot:

"The Liberals do not want an election in the middle of our mandate and during an ongoing crisis. I'm looking forward to spending the summer break with my family. Bonjour a tous."


Not really, the game is on...full throttle.

Like being shot out of a cannon 'Sunny Ways' jets away in all directions - from sea, to sea, to sea - offering all and sundry a truck load of unaffordable Christmas bonbons.

Summer-Santa will be especially generous and pay special attention to folks in Quebec, Ontario and British Columbia...this year.

Want a high-speed train? No problem, vote for us.

Want affordable child care? No problem, vote for us.

Want millions to retrofit your steel plant? No problem, vote for us.

Want a bailout, a handout, an interest-free loan? No problem, vote for us.

Want a sky-train? No problem, vote for us.

Girls and boys, all you have to do is tell Summer-Santa what you want. No problem, vote for us.

QUESTION: "Prime Minister, how are we going to pay for all of your election promises on top of the already out-of-control debt and deficit? Aren't we broke?"

ANSWER: Deafening silence.

Frankly, the Liberals don't actually give a damn about that stuff. It's not top of mind. What they only see is a political opportunity to win a majority now, in the Fall of 2021. They appear prepared to hang onto power even if they have to bankrupt the country to get it.

Monsieur, what kind of a political party would do something irresponsible like that?

All of them given the chance!

Liberal polling tells them they can win big. The Blue Party leader has no traction with the public. The Orange Party leader will support the Red Party when it serves his agenda. The Green Party leader is about to get turfed. The Separatist Party leader will continue to demand/blackmail them all to ensure Quebec gets what it wants.

Political Quiz du Jour (explains a lot): Since Lester B. Pearson, how many prime ministers are not from Quebec? Name them? 

For the Liberal Party it's a simple crass political decision, Carpe Diem! Cease the day, cease the opportunity and screw the consequences.

                                           FINALLY, MONSIEUR RONALD'S, THOUGHTS DU JOUR

"Once you reach a certain age you become permanently unimpressed by a lot of shit."

"Some 20-something smart-ass invented a senior's GPS. It not only tells you how to get to your destination, it tells you why you wanted to get there."

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory


And the right time for some useful, or maybe useless advice, depending upon what kind of a day you're having...

#1) Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.

     That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

#2) There are two excellent theories for arguing with women.

      Neither one works.

#3) Good judgment comes from bad experience...and most of that comes from bad judgment.

#4) Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.

      Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.

#5) And last but not least...Always remember you're unique.

      Just like everyone else.

                                                                         FOLLOW THE MONEY

Arguably the world's most famous investor, Warren Buffett (90-years-young) is among the world's Uber-rich.

Since 1965, together with his business partner, Charlie Munger (97-years-young), they built Berkshire Hathaway Inc. into a $600 billion + (USD) conglomerate.

When Buffett speaks a hell of a lot of people pay attention.

A few of his comments:

"Calling someone who trades actively in the market an investor, is like calling someone who repeatedly engages in one-night stands a romantic."

"Of the billionaires I have known, money just brings out the basic traits in them. If they were jerks before they had money, they are simply jerks with a billion dollars."

"If you get to my age in life and nobody thinks well of you, I don't care how big your bank account is, your life is a disaster."

"Honesty is an expensive gift. Don't expect it from cheap people."

"Over many decades I have accumulated an almost incomprehensible sum simply by doing what I love to do. Society has a use for my money - I don't."

And true to his philosophy, since pledging 15-years-ago to give away his fortune to charities from running Berkshire Hathaway Inc., to date, he has donated 50% of his wealth.

Also, through the years, this extraordinary individual continues to publicly criticize the U.S. tax system and has made it crystal clear the wealthy should be paying more; often repeating the fact he actually pays a lower tax rate on his income than his secretary.

Needless to say his criticism has not endeared him to other U.S. billionaires.

Here's how it works:

The ultra-rich buy 'sophisticated advice' from 'savvy' tax lawyers and accountants on exactly how to take advantage of the loopholes and avoid paying taxes (e.g. hide your wealth offshore).

In addition, the rich and powerful get 'special-privileged-access' to those who govern by making generous "donations" to political parties.

Simply put, the end result means those who govern ensure the 'Tax-Game' is rigged in favour of the Uber-wealthy.

Wink-wink, nudge-nudge, "Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours and we both get what we want".

A neat and tidy 'entente-cordial' arrangement that ensures the tax paying "suckers" always get screwed.

Monsieur Ronald, surely it doesn't work that way here in The Great White North, does it?

Our government(s) have agencies that are mandated to protect us, right?

Well, umm, yes but no and nons.

Yes, we certainly have agencies that are supposed to protect us from tax cheats e.g. the Canada Revenue Agency (CRA).

But, no and nons, the CRA is not/does not actually protect us from the biggest cheats.

Elucidate please.

Before every election, politicians solemnly promise that if we elect them, "they" will do much better than the "last bunch of incompetents" and clean up the systematic tax cheating.

Yes, that's true monsieur, but have any of them delivered on their "solemn" promise?

Well, let's take a closer look at the current Liberal government record.

What follows is based on current data recently provided by the CRA to the House of Commons.

There has been a 3000 per-cent increase in spending on the CRA's "High-net-worth Compliance Program". A rather significant increase nest-ce-pas?

Between 2015 and 2019, 6,770 audits of ultra-wealthy Canadians has taken place. Impressive, right?

Of the 6,770, forty-four cases on individuals whose net worth topped $50 million were "carefully" examined. What about the rest?

Of the 44, only two were referred to federal prosecutors. What, two?

And guess what happened? No charges were laid. NONE.


Yes folks, the CRA's efforts over the past six years to combat tax evasion by the super-rich resulted in ZERO prosecutions or convictions. NONE.

Yes folks, our federal government and it's crack CRA compliance team want us to believe there's not one ultra-wealthy Canadian who is a tax cheat. NONE.

Yes folks, "they" want you to believe not a single one of the 6,770 is hiding their wealth in the Cayman Islands, Switzerland or Singapore. NONE.

But "they" can't hide from the reality that just like in our neighbour's house, there's a tax code for the ultra-wealthy and there's a tax code for the rest of us, law abiding citizens who dutifully pay taxes year after year after year - "the suckers".

And God help any "sucker" when the full force of the CRA descends upon them "for being late".

Here's what our Prime Minister had the audacity to say this week "We continue to fight tax evasion and avoidance - we want everyone to pay their fair share."

Bullshit! Not everyone sir!

Message from Monsieur Ronald "Shame on your "Sunny Ways" bullshit. Shame on the CRA for not pursuing Canada's largest and most egregious tax cheats."

If "you" don't want to find them all, prosecute them all, and publicly shame them all, resign.

Your excuses are no longer believable or acceptable.

There's an election coming. When "they" come asking for your vote, don't forget this.


Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#234 CONFEDERATION - A MILE WIDE AND AN INCH DEEP (posted June 10, 2021)

                                                               ARE WE NUTS OR WHAT?

Living on the far western reaches of 'THE GREAT WHITE NORTH' on Vancouver Island, surrounded by the Pacific Ocean, 58km south of the 49th parallel, 'protected' to the East by the majestic Rocky Mountains, to the South by the Olympic Mountains...and distant from those who 'control' us (residing in the 'Golden Triangle' Ottawa-Montreal-Toronto), produces a tendency to observe political 'happenings' from a very different perspective.

For what it's worth, following is monsieur Ronald's perspective on a significant political 'happening' that endangers our country to slowly, imperceptibly 'slip-slide away' without a whimper from our distracted political leaders.

Over several decades, led by the province of Quebec, the power and authority of Canada's central government has eroded and devolved to the provinces.

NB: This was brought into stark relief during the management (?) of the COVID-19 pandemic. Everybody and nobody is in overall charge. No one entity is driving the bus. Collectively, every jurisdiction (in charge) is riding off in all directions at the same time, producing public distrust and confusion.

Over time, Quebec has managed its list of 'historic demands' with political sophistication utilizing a 'stick and carrot' methodology i.e., "Give us what we want and we won't leave". (political blackmail)

There's no denying Quebec's 'clever' strategy and tactics, beginning in the 1960's, has delivered impressive results (so far):

- The Quebec Pension Plan (separate and distinct from the Canada Pension Plan)

- Shared power over immigration

- Surrender of federal tax points

- Refusal to sign the proclamation of the Constitution Act of 1982

-  Refusal to support the Charter of Rights and Freedoms

- Assert power over federal institutions

- Decide which judges are named to the Supreme Court

- Apply provincial language legislation to federally regulated businesses

- Collect federal taxes

- Prohibit religious garb

And now, in 2021, what's next on Quebec's list of demands?

No guessing required; its Bill 96.

Question: What is Bill 96?

Answer: Le Premier Ministre du Quebec (Quebec's Prime Minister), Francois Legault (leader of the Coalition Avenir Quebec Party), introduced Bill 96 aimed at protecting and promoting French. However, the Bill includes the constitutional plan to declare Quebec 'a nation' and make French its only official language.

The legislation invokes the not withstanding clause to shield it in advance from court challenges. (The Checkmate move)

Interestingly, a recent Nanos survey found that four out of ten Quebeckers and 73 percent of Canadians oppose the plan.

Meanwhile, in the House of Commons...Legault's handmaiden, separatist Bloc Quebecois leader, Yves-Francois Blanchet, tabled a motion seeking support for Quebec's proposed constitutional amendments.

In order to pass without debate, the motion needed to face "NO" vocal opposition from MP's.

Incredibly, federal party leaders, including the Prime Minister of Canada approved the motion, in advance.

Justin Trudeau so fears losing his seat he's prepared to acquiesce to more demands from Quebec.

The only member of parliament to yell out "NAY" after the motion was read out, was former Liberal Justice Minister and now Independent MP, Jody Wilson-Raybold.

Wilson-Raybold added "dismaying how political partisanship/pandering leads MP's to abandon core legal norms plus common sense and try to avoid debate on critical constitutional matters. Silence equals cowardice, not leadership. As a proud First Nations woman I'm always ready to discuss Nationhood and language."

With an election coming, gutless federal politicians demonstrate by their silence they are afraid to debate the constitutional issues at stake, even when the end-game is the potential breakup of the country.

How much more fraying of our constitutional fabric, our union, our confederation, can continue to occur before it's torn into separate shreds?

Are our political leaders willing to risk being invaded by either our southern neighbours (the U.S.), or our northern neighbours (Russia), or be divided up between the conquerors needing our water and natural resources?

Ironically, this is happening in 2021 (under the radar of most citizens) when Canada was voted "The Best Country to live in, on the planet". 

Are we nuts or what?

                                                         AND NOW SOMETHING A TAD LIGHTER

Who would have guessed that Dame Julie Andrews (DBE) and Monsieur Ronald are the same age.

Who could ever forget Dame Julie's performance as 'Maria' in the movie 'The Sound of Music'...that tune-filled heartwarming story of the Von Trapp Family that despite critics panning it, turned out to become a top-grossing movie beating out 'Gone with the Wind'.

The movie depicted a young vivacious Maria (Julie) dancing, prancing and jumping around in the hills and valleys of Austria, singing joyful songs like 'Climb Every Mountain', 'Edelweiss' and 'My Favourite Things'.

What if NETFLIX commissioned a remake targeted specifically at "the over the hill gang"?

Close your eyes.

Let your imagination wander.

Imagine...Dame Julie, now 85 longer capable of dancing, prancing, or jumping around the hills and valleys of Austria, but still able to sing the classic 'My Favourite Things', with updated lyrics...

Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinning,

Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinning,

And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,

When we remember our favourite things.

When the joints ache,

when the hips break,

When the eyes grow dim,

Then I remember 

the great life I've had,

And then I don't feel so bad.


Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#233 YIKES, I'M LXXXV (posted May 27, 2021)

When: May 25, 2021, morning

Where: Chez Devion

What: Another milestone

The Players: My Brain and My Body

Brain: (whispering) Ronnie, wake up. It's morning kiddo. Congratulations, we made it, we're LXXXV.

Body: (incredulous) No Way.

Brain: (enthusiastic) Way.

How do you feel this fine morning?

Body: How do I feel? I'm LXXXV years old. Let me spell it out from my perspective: Everything that should be stiff, isn't. Everything that shouldn't be, is. Everything else either aches, creaks, groans or crackle's. The plumbing is problematic. We need two pair of glasses to see properly and half the time you can't remember where you left them. Kapish?

Want more examples?

Brain: Umm, no. I get it. But sadly, I don't think you do.

Have you forgotten that I've been with you every step of the way, but recently you've become a "glass half-empty" grumpy geezer.

Yes we're old, get over it.

My job is to keep us rolling down this pot-holed highway of life, until we're done. Kapish?

Simply put "that's the way it is" but never forget, we're in this together; partners and teammates for life.

Let me try to put it into perspective (for you) with two analogies.

The first is related to an automobile:

We rolled out of the factory in 1936, all shiny and new. However, it took 20+ years, with help from many others who cared about us, to make this car run efficiently. We were very fortunate because it continued to run well for another 40 years, thanks to plenty of help and guidance from mentors, loved ones and expert "body" mechanics.

And now, after 85 years, the 1936 Cord 810 model HOTROD, is a broken down rusting jalopy; running for the most part on vapours while being held together with electrical tape and bailing wire.

The miracle: Our ancient jalopy is still running (albeit not fast) with expert help from a platoon of mechanics (medics) prescribing pills, potions, lotions, eye drops and vitamins + the ever loving support of Mrs. D., a loving family, and friends. (And, as Martha Stewart says, that's a good thing)

The second analogy is about a gruelling sports event: We've been running a life-long decathlon. And, guess what, we're now half way through the eighth event. And if I can be boastful, that's pretty damned good (especially) for ancient geezers.

And, despite dealing with spinal stenosis, arthritis, skin cancer, perpetual neck and back pain, gimpy knees and sore hips, we can still ride the stationary bike for 20 minutes, lift five pound weights for 10, shuffle down the street and back (most days) and care for our tiny "farm"; tending the tomatoes, strawberries, herbs, flowers and shrubs (all in pots), we're still here, chugging along and, feisty as ever. (And that is a good thing)

Body: Yes indeed, it certainly is. Thanks for the pep talk. My funk has lifted.

Brain: Great. It's now time for 'Carpe Diem'. It's 'our' special birthday and we will a) celebrate, b) reflect on our past and, c) contemplate our future.

Body: You're hallucinating again. Contemplate our future? We don't even buy green bananas anymore.

Brain: OK smart ass. Let's get those body parts coordinating for our first physical challenge of the day...getting out of bed.

I want you to work with me now...gently swing your legs off the mattress to bring our body into an upright sitting position.

Body: Things are looking up, that only took three tries.

Brain: Now place both feet firmly on the floor and gently rise to an erect standing position. Be very careful, if you do this move too fast, I get dizzy and we lose our balance (again).

Body: Always the smart ass. Sitting up there, all high and mighty, issuing orders while I have to do all the heavy lifting.

Brain: Yes. That's precisely why I'm in better condition than you.

Body: Don't be too boastful Mr. High and Mighty. I've noticed you're forgetting more. Like yesterday, you left me standing with the fridge door open and no instructions. What the hell was I supposed to be doing with the newspaper I was holding? We stood there so long a shooting pain, like being hit by lightning, travelled from the back of our neck, down our spine to our toes. I'm beginning to worry about your memory.

Brain: You're right. It's occurring more frequently. Something's amiss with the neuron circuit connections. I'm working on a synapses bypass.

Regardless, we must move on despite our deteriorating faculties. We're an inseparable duo.

Body: You're right. What's next.

Brain: It's time for the forward motion movement move, which require you to focus...

a) propel each leg forward, from the bedroom in the direction of the 'throne room',

b) position our body, comfortably, on our porcelain throne,

c) patiently wait for something good to happen.

Body: No problem in that department. In fact, everything happens much too fast and too often, these days. That's the reason I rely on your memory about identifying where all the pit stops are located in the neighbourhood.

Brain: Understood. Now let's go onto our morning scavenger hunt. Finding the newspapers that are randomly tossed (by the delivery persons) into the courtyard, never near the front door especially when its raining.

Once located, slowly bend and try to pick up two newspapers. (It's prudent to have a cellphone handy in the event we are unable to unbend and need to call for assistance)

After breakfast, Brain and Body enjoy their highlight of the morning...a long warm shower.

While showering, Brain says to Body: Been thinking about our mobility-assist equipment. We currently have three canes, a pair of 'walking' ski polls and a walker. I think it's time to start shopping for one of those "cool", fast and fancy old-fart scooters.

Body: Why?

Brain: Well, before our next birthday, we have to face the "dreaded" driver's licence physical exam and memory test. What if Dr. B. should fail us? She nearly did the last time. I think she's out to get us.

Body: Geez, you may be right.

Brain: Listen, we should thank our lucky star for all the blessings we've received so far...

1) How well Mrs. D. looks after us.

2) Our family.

3) The spectacular view we see every day outside the living room picture window; Brentwood Bay, the boats in the marina, the blue sky reflected off a calm Pacific Ocean, the Malahat mountain in the background.

4) Observing local wildlife in action: the varieties of birds, bees, deer, racoons, rabbits, lizards, squirrels, and (very occasionally) transient bears and cougars.

5) The afternoon siesta that recharges the batteries in preparation for...

6) The 4:00 p.m. cocktail hour.

Really, why at our stage in life, would we complain about anything when we live in one of the most beautiful places on the planet.

The highlight of today was the virtual ZOOM birthday party with family in Ontario, that made this day, very special.

Body: I really miss the hugs.

Brain: It's sad that we have to grow old to appreciate we needed help when we were very young and need the same kind of help (again) when we are very old. That mirrors the chestnut saying "Diapers to Depends or the cycle of life".

We're considered now 'revered ancients' and should accept, every day is a bonus.

Don't fret about the future. When our turn comes, I have it on good authority we will return "to Stardust".

Body: It's been a great day. Good night Brain and thanks again for the pep talk. I will really try to be more cheerful.

Brain: Good night Body. I'll wake you up in the morning.

                                                                    GRINCH'S OF THE WEEK

Shame on the big banks, who decided to raise their fees (during a pandemic), while making billions in profit every quarter. There's a special place in hell for placing greed ahead of Canadians that are hurting.

Shame on the Liberal government, who will do nothing about it. There's a special place in hell for gutless politicians.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#232 MONSIEUR RONALD'S MAY MUSINGS (posted May 12, 2021)

                                                      THE QUESTION - TO BE OR NOT TO BE

With a little more than 10 weeks to go before the Opening Ceremony, the Tokyo (2020) Summer Olympic Games saga continues.

1) Up to 80% of the Japanese population want the Games cancelled or postponed (again).

2) Tokyo's COVID-19 "State of Emergency" was just extended to May 31st.

3) The IOC and the Tokyo Olympic Organizing Committee repeatedly say "the Games will not be cancelled and will be safe and secure." (Umm, maybe or maybe not)

4) Thomas Bach has cancelled his trip to Japan. (If it's not safe enough for the IOC president, who is it safe enough for?)

5) Whatever the IOC and Japanese government (on the hook for the bill) decide, platoons of lawyers await the decision anticipating the financial bonanza that will come their way. (lawsuits are 'at the ready')

While medical authorities "advise" borders remain closed and travel be restricted to "your neighbourhood only", the world's best athletes continue to train under the added stress of...uncertainty.

Stay tuned, tick, tick, tick...

                                                                 AND SPEAKING OF BORDERS...

It wasn't Johnny Cash who sang "because it's mine, don't cross the line"...but the lyric comes close.

Many animals use scent-marking to advertise their territory - they urinate in strategic locations - to communicate their social status and ownership. It's suggested that markings serve to attract females and warn off competitors.

For Homo sapiens: Our technique is to mark 'personal boundaries' - rules or limits that we create to identify reasonable, safe and permissible ways for other people to behave towards us and how we will respond when someone passes those limits.

The term is "personal space". Our brain computes a buffer zone around the body that is hardwired into our DNA. 

There are several things humans can do when someone invades our personal space. Ironically, virus (COVID-19) has imposed a new kind of personal boundary zone that may be difficult to discard when this nightmare ends.

Nations mark their boundaries with borders; lines that separate countries, states, provinces, cities and towns.

A border defines an area that a government controls.

Borders change. Border disputes happen when people fight over natural resources.

Many times, land is divided among governments after a war - and it's always the victor(s) who determine the borders.

When it comes to redrawing borders, scores of diplomats can spend years painstakingly hashing out every inch of the dividing line.

However, sometimes, it only takes a little bit of human ingenuity, some grit and a dab of naivety to effectively change a border between countries.

                                                        Like, in the following (real) story...

A Belgian farmer became so frustrated by a 200-year old stone border marker that was impeding his tractor movements that he decided to move a (300 to 600 pound) stone, seven feet into French territory.

He either did not understand or just didn't give a damn that his act was a 'tres gros' territorial 'No-No'.

According to the 1820 Treaty of Kortriijk, moving a stone redraws the border between Belgium and France.

A matter so serious that it could lead to war.

Likely the farmer assumed nobody would notice his transgression because his farm is located in an isolated area, near the village of Bousignies-sur-Roc, 260 km northeast of Paris, i.e. way off the beaten track.

However, even the famous Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, couldn't have deduced what would happen next.

Last month, a smallish group of Frenchmen were walking through the woods near his farm and they weren't on some random hike.

These nosy-guys were following their northern border checking each marker against a map showing the stones' original locations; hell bent on preserving French sovereignty.

Quite by happenstance, two of the nosy-snoops discovered one stone had been moved.

Sacre bleu they proclaimed, Belgium has invaded France and nobody noticed.

Nay, it was much more serious. Belgium had "stolen" 2.2 metres of French territory...and nobody noticed...a gross violation of the sacred Treaty of Kortriijk, nest-ce-pas!

Would conflict ensue? 'Belgies' tossing waffles at 'Frenchies'; 'Frenchies' tossing croissants at 'Belgies'.

Countless would expire (of obesity) in such a horrible conflagration.

Seeing the humorous side of the situation, Burgomasters on both sides of the border agreed, "making Belgium larger and France smaller is not a good idea. We will work quickly and quietly to find an honourable way to avoid a new border war."

However, if the Belgian farmer does not return the stone to its rightful location, a Franco-Belgian commission will be set up to resolve the dispute.

What happens if there's no resolve? Well then both sides will have to begin preparing for the Waffle-Croissants War of 2021.

Talented French and Belgian bakers are being told to stand by and await further instructions.

Horror of horrors and merde. Can the big bun fight of the 21st century be averted? Stay tuned.


                                                            MONSIEUR, HE'S GONE, RIGHT?


The crazy guy, next door.

He was deposed as a result of a democratically held election, right?

Well, ummm...

The elected representatives of the Party of Lincoln, The Grand Old Party (GOP), accept the result, right?

No and non, sadly they do not.

The reality is, the GOP is no more; replaced by The Party of Trump (POT).

From his Mar-a-Lago lair, the recently deposed Emperor-King continues to promote an odious war culture of white nationalism.

Any elected Republican bold and brave enough to speak out publicly that Joe Biden is the legitimate president and refuses to promote 'The Big Lie' (e.g. Romney and Chaney) are called traitors, relics and cast out.

The POT party's new political weapon, to regain control of government, is voter suppression.

47 states have introduced bills aimed at restricting ballot access. The only three states that have not yet introduced a voting bill with restrictive provisions are Delaware, Ohio and Vermont.

It's hard to believe now that it only took four years for 'Vlad-the-invader' Putin's puppet to become the Don Corleone of the (former) Republican party.

Any Conservative who wants to be nominated to run in 2022, requires the "blessing" of Don Corleone.

Only then, when formal acknowledgment of loyalty is given and accepted, will the megalomaniac anoint them to run "for his party". A photo of HIM standing next to a prospective candidate is available for a $10,000 donation to his legal defence fund.

However, in giving fealty to the delusional man-child, those elected must subordinate their oath of office and any notion of decency, honour, principle and country. All but a very few have already taken this sad, dishonourable and dangerous step.

In four more years, will the United States of America morph from republic to dictatorship?

A question worth serious consideration given our proximity.

As neighbours, that's some scary merde to ponder.


                                                 ARE YOU BEWILDERED BY THE WORD 'WOKE'?

A word that has trended into contemporary mainstream parlance and used in the context of political awareness or political correctness.

A slang word that refers to awareness of issues that concern social justice and racial justice.

Recently its been used as a term to criticize identity politics or to reference millennial "snowflake" attitudes.

Some believe that 'Woke' stifles honest debate and discussion, freedom of expression, even in our institutions of learning and that 'Wokes' are on a crusade to re-write history and re-interpret the past, using today's norms.

The past "Is". It happened, period. Nothing useful will come from trying to change it or erase it.

Anyone old enough to have experienced the Great Depression and WWII and is still alive, would suggest to the 'Wokes' "learn from the past and move on because your crusade is a slippery slope."

"There's nothing wrong with being 'woke', but it's very important for everybody to stick up for your history, your values, and your traditions and the things you believe in." - Boris Johnson

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#231 STUFF - GOOD, BAD AND STUPID (posted April 21, 2021)

These so-called "interesting times" we are currently living through are more aptly described as "shambolic times".

With each passing day, it's becoming more difficult to recall what life was like, before the pandemic changed everything.

Remembering when 'normal' was so routine, it was considered (by many) to be 'boring'. How we yearn for those familiar, boring times to return.

The waves of virus has altered priorities; focusing on the really important things in life, family and health.

Canadians receive a daily dose of COVID updates. Information and advisories coming from federal, provincial and territorial authorities are confusing many because they are inconsistent and constantly change.

The absence of a common consistent message leaves the impression everybody and nobody is in charge; no one body is driving the bus, and 'collectively' everybody (in charge) is riding off in all directions, at the same time, i.e. shambolic leadership.  

As a result, ordinary people stop paying attention.

As that grand master of malapropisms, famously known as "Yogi-isms", baseball Hall of Fame catcher, manager and coach, Lorenzo Pietro "Yogi" Berra, cautioned decades ago, "If you don't know what you are doing, you'll end up in a bad place."

And who among us wishes to end up in Yogis bad place?

                                                    A warning for those who refuse to get it...

1) This thing can kill you.

2) Nobody is immune, nobody.

3) Don't travel, stay close to home.

                                                                THE STUPID STUFF

Venue: Chez Devion

Time: 6:45 a.m.

Ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring...jolted awake from a deep sleep...thinking, a FAMILY EMERGENCY!

Pleasant male voice: "Hello, I'm calling on behalf of a volunteer organization."

Monsieur Ronald: "What?"

Male voice, cheerfully: "We would like you to join us."

Ronald, now wide awake: "Pardon, join you?"

Voice: "Yes"

Ronald, anger rising: "You've got to be kidding. I don't know where you're calling from but you just woke me up!"

Voice: "I'm very sorry sir, please excuse me but we would like you to join us reading a verse from the Bible, to start your day."

Ronald, now curious: "What organization do you volunteer for exactly?"

Voice: silence.

Ronald, ready to explode: "Listen very carefully pal, I'm only going to say this once. If I join you in reading a verse from the Bible, a lightning bolt will come down from the sky, directly from Thor's hammer, to strike you dead. Comprende! Call this number again and even Jesus won't be able to protect you from what Thor and I have in mind for you. Comprende! I pray the rest of your day sucks." End of call.

We've all been bothered by early morning and dinnertime calls from scammers, cons, fraudsters, telemarketers, fake charities, pollsters, etc..

However, to be harassed at 6:45 a.m. by religious cultists was a first for Monsieur Ronald.

For obvious reasons, you likely don't want to be reminded that on September 30, 2008, following the passage of Bill C-37, the CRTC announced the operation of a "National Do Not Call List" (DNCL); in our other official language "Liste National De Numeros De Telecommunication Exclus" prevent cranks, cons, telemarketers, crooks, fraudsters, scammers, religions, et al, from harassing Canadians by phone.

Bill C-37 put a stop to some of the illegal activity, right?

No and non. It actually got much worse in the intervening 13 years. Offshore groups joined the domestics in using phones and online devices to prey on the elderly and the vulnerable, robbing them of millions.

Why hasn't the CRTC caught and prosecuted the miscreants?

Because, like several other CRTC regulatory initiatives, the Bill C-37 "DNCL" is a useless, costly disaster.

And good luck trying to find one MP who cares enough to actually do something about it.

                                                                    THE GOOD STUFF

It's not all gloom...the Great White North has something to celebrate.

For the first time, Canada takes top spot overall in the 2021 Best Countries (to live in) Report, a ranking and analysis project by U.S. News & World Report; BAV Group, a unit of global marketing communications company VMLY&R; and the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania.

Japan and Germany finished #2 and #3, respectively, while Switzerland, the previous #1 overall country, falls to #4. Australia remains as the #5 overall country followed by the United States, which rises one position to #6 overall.

So smile, we live in the best country on the planet.

                                           A STORY TO REMIND US ABOUT THOSE "GOOD OLD DAYS"

A group of Canadians traveled by tour bus through Switzerland (country #4 above).

As they stopped at a cheese farm, a young tour guide led them through the process of cheese making, explaining that goat's milk was used.

Shepherding the group outside the processing plant, she pointed at a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing explaining, "These are the older goats put out to pasture when they no longer produce."

She asked the guests, "What do you do in Canada with your old goats?"

A spry elderly gent standing at the back shouted, "They send us on bus tours!"

Hopefully, we will all be doing that again and soon.

Anybody remember? What's a federal or provincial balanced budget? And, get used to hearing about trillion dollar deficits.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#230 TELL ME A STORY GRANDPA...'OUR' STORY (posted April 3, 2021)

American writer, humorist, entrepreneur, publisher, and lecturer, Samuel Langhome Clemens (1835-1910), better known by his pen name, Mark Twain, proffered, "Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry".

"Writing a memoir is like living your life, all over again" - Dame Julie Andrews, referring to her second memoir entitled "Home Work".

Anyone who has written one (or more) memoirs will agree it involves lots of time, effort and a great deal of discipline; especially with regard to decisions about what to leave out.

                                                                   Stories...'our' Family

During his retirement years, my maternal grandfather, Hubert T. MacDonald, wrote a book entitled "The Lords of the Isles - and their Descendants"; a short account of the MacDonald Clans in Scotland and their immigration to Canada and the United States.

The book was published in 1945, before the end of WWII.

My grandpa writes in the book's preface "The compiling of genealogical tables is as old as the human race itself, and of infinite value to succeeding generations; for bereft of genealogical data, it is literally impossible for any man to explain who he is."

"In the great migration of the MacDonald's from their homeland in Scotland to Prince Edward Island and Glengarry, Ontario, and also to the Carolina's in the U.S.A., about the year 1772, our part of that migration went to Prince Edward Island."

The reason the MacDonald's left their beloved homeland was "The only prize they strove after was FREEDOM, Freedom from the oppressor's iron heel; Freedom to serve their God in the way their conscience directed them; Freedom to work and provide for themselves and their dependents unshackled by the iniquitous landlord and tenant system, then obtaining in the Highlands and the Isles."

Sixty one years later (during my retirement years) I inadvertently followed in my grandfather's footsteps and wrote the first of two memoirs.

The notion of writing about my life began to take shape one summer afternoon on a trip to Toronto to visit our family.

Our (first) grandchild, Zoe Alexandra Taylor (then four and a half years old) was holding Grandpa's protective hand as we strolled on a sidewalk in the Beaches area.

Grandpa was happily fielding Zoe's questions, most of which started with "Grandpa, why does..............?"

The answer(s) always seemed to be followed by another...Why?

On this sunny afternoon Zoe was giving Grandpa's memory a workout he would not soon forget. 

Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked a show-stopper "Grandpa, where did I come from?"

A ready answer did not come and hoping my mumbling would suffice, the question was left hanging.

The question was much to complex to answer at that moment, given her father is adopted.

Consequently, the answer to Zoe's seemingly innocent, easy but profound question, could only come from our side of the family.

This led to eighteen months of research and writing before Grandpa came up with 'his' answer, in the form of a personal memoir entitled "from Stardust".

The book, self-published in December 2006, came to the following conclusion...the answer to Zoe's show-stopper question is, "everything in the universe comes from Stardust".

The arrival of another granddaughter (our third), Danielle Ashley Devion (on September 29, 2007) necessitated writing an update to the original memoir...because Danielle would never understand why she was not included in the first bit of family history, written by her Grandpa.

The sequel called "from Stardust, Book II" is dedicated to our three sweethearts; Zoe Alexandra Taylor, Caitlin Daniele Devion, Danielle Ashley Devion, and their descendants.

The second book was self-published in 2012, and reviewed by Barry Kiefl (president of Canadian Media Research) and Cleve Dheensaw (writer for the Victoria Time Colonist newspaper). 

                                          What follows is an excerpt from Book II - 'WHY I NEVER DRINK TEA'

My auntie, Marion MacDonald, lived in a large suite in the Royal Alexandra Hotel in North Winnipeg.

The Royal Alexandra was one of the grand railway hotels built across the West by the Canadian Pacific Railway.

Auntie Marion was unmarried, an accomplished educator and Principal of Elmwood School - the first woman in Manitoba to attain this position.

Once a month, my mother took my three sisters and me to visit Auntie Marion. 

Given the grandeur of her 'digs', we were obliged to dress in what was referred to as our 'Sunday best' - shirt, bow tie and itchy pants for me, and dresses for my sisters. It was considered 'all very proper'.

Auntie Marion always served tea on a silver tray with Carnation milk (yuk!) in exquisite fine China cups, along with an assortment of cookies imported from England.

Prior to our arrival, mother instructed us as follows: Behave, sit upright in a chair, hold the teacup with the small 'pinkie' slightly raised, and do not eat too many cookies.

Conversation was of little interest to children. This was the last place we wanted to be on a Sunday afternoon and our impatience to leave must have been palpable.

This obligatory ritual turned me against tea...for the rest of my life.

Fast forward several decades to the 1980's. Auntie Marion is living in retirement in Vancouver. Young nephew Ronnie is CBC's Director of Television for the province of British Columbia.  

Regular monthly visits with Auntie Marion included fine China cups full of tea, laced with Carnation milk (double yuk!), and of course, imported cookies from England, all served on a familiar silver tray.

The public broadcaster's, 'big TV Kahuna', dutifully drank the tea, without complaint; remembering always to sit upright with 'pinkie' slightly raised, while making sure not to eat too many cookies. 

Young nephew Ronnie relished the 'talks' with his favourite aunt who was a reliable source of wise advice and counsel.

In a letter dated June 27, 1973, Auntie Marion, first daughter of grandmother Margaret and grandfather Hubert MacDonald, wrote of her summer-long holiday, taken years prior, visiting the east coast and the memories triggered by her return to Prince Edward Island.

"I set off one day by bus to visit Souris, where I had been a boarder at a convent there. The Parish Priest, when I was a student was your Grandfather's uncle, Father Ronald MacDonald who was known as the silver-tongued orator of the Island - a real giant - big brown eyes, silver hair and size 13 shoes.

I attended Prince of Wales College, Charlettown and your uncle Dan and your Grandfather were students at St. Dunstan's, a catholic boys college at the time, but currently a university.

Another bus tour took me to Summerside via Kensington - a small town nearest to Clermont where the first four of our family were born. I caught a glimpse of the little farm home where your grandparents settled after their marriage in Boston.

About three miles from Summerside we came to Reads Corner where the family home was reached after passing along a lovely avenue of birch trees. Earl, Leo, Ronald and Bernard were born at this home.

About a mile from Summerside was our last "Island" home where your Mother and Edward were born. The family doctor pronounced her "a perfect baby" (I think she is still perfect.)

Your Grandfather was ahead of his time in many ways, regarding new ideas in farming - crops and domestic animals. He had prize winning Ayrshire cows and always - beautiful horses. He improved each farm he had and moved on to his next purchase. 

But P.E.I. offers no opportunities for a large family - Hence, we have relatives all over the U.S. and western Canada to which we finally came and started farming in the Brandon area where we had a cousin in the real estate business.

In Summerside I was especially interested in seeing the Convent where Josephine, Sister Geraldine and I attended public school.

Your Uncle Dan used to have a sailboat on the bay there and in winter he skimmed over the frozen Wilmot River (at the foot of our farm) in an iceboat, which he and his friends had built.

On leaving Summerside the bus returned to Reads Corner and turning right, proceeded to Charlettown, via North Bedeque and Central Bedeque, thus completing a circle tour.

At the former place, North Bedeque, is where your Grandfather's old home was - a lovely place fronting on the water. Seeing all the old places and remembering former times was a very traumatic experience".

Auntie Marion's words provide invaluable information about the MacDonald family's time living in Canada's smallest province.

Everybody has a story to tell. Sadly, there are too many that are left untold, unrecorded and lost to future generations.

                                                     Three favourite quotes about life

1) "Not how long, but how well you have lived is the main thing" - Seneca 

2) "You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough" - Mae West

3) "Sing like no one's listening,

     Love like you've never been hurt,

     Dance like nobody's watching, and

     Live like it's heaven on earth" - Anonymous

                                                                  And finally...

Dear Easter Bunny,

This year could you please fill my eggs with health and happiness and vaccines and deliver them to everyone I love.

Thank you.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#229 TRICKS, FOOLERY, PRANKS AND LIES (posted March 28, 2021)

In 1708 a correspondent wrote to the British 'Apollo' magazine asking, "Whence proceeds the custom of making April fools?"

He was enquiring about the origins of that 'special' day when friends, strangers, the powerful and powerless fall prey to well planned and exquisitely timed tricks and practical jokes.

The day the unguarded and gullible are sent...on a fools errand.

The question, who started the custom and when, is one that many people are still asking today.



The puzzle continues to confound cultural historians. Many theories have been put forward about how the custom began. Unfortunately, none of them are very compelling.

So, the origin of the "custom of making April fools" remains as much a mystery as it was back in 1708.

There are four 'plausible' candidates that claim to have invented 'April Fools' Day.

1) France: Back in 1564, while 'reforming' their calendar (moving the start of the year from the end of March to January 1st), those who failed to keep up with the change became victims of a prank called "Poison d'Avril", or "April Fish"...which remains the French term for April Fools'.

2) Great Britain: 13th century - According to folklore April Fools' Day links to the town of Fools located in Nottinghamshire.

3) Germany: April 1, 1530 - Speculators bet a fortune on a meeting where lawmakers were going to change financial regulations favouring them. The meeting did not take place. The greedy speculators were ridiculed and the tradition was born.

4) The Netherlands: April 1, 1572 - Dutch rebels captured the town of Den Briel from Spanish troops led by a guy who called himself Lord Alva. The 'unexpected' victory led to the independence of the Netherlands from Spain. The rebels claimed the reason they defeated a superior force was because "Alva lost his glasses". Every April first, to commemorate the victory and humiliation of the Spanish commander, pranks abound.

Regardless of who takes credit, the tradition is now practised in most cultures. For this one day, behaviour that is normally frowned upon, i.e. lying, deception, playing pranks on the unguarded and gullible becomes acceptable on the first day of April and ends (per the prescribed rules) precisely at 12 o'clock noon.

                                                         Meanwhile, in another place and time...

June 16, 2015 - An egotistical serial liar steps onto a golden escalator in the atrium of a tower on Fifth Avenue in New York City and begins descending into a lobby packed with cameras and a rent-a-crowd paid $50 to "excitedly" wave signs.

It's safe to say now, the 10 or so seconds that followed are the most consequential escalator ride in American history.

A pudgy elderly man, perfectly backcombed, face covered in orange television makeup, launches into a hate-filled angry tirade announcing his candidacy for president of the United States.

                                             Quietly behind the curtain and unbeknownst to most...

A hard-right Svengali, Steve Bannon, had been carefully and skillfully grooming and moulding the ageing man-child, carefully preparing him to play the role of a lifetime. A cruel would-be Emperor King ready, willing and able to dismantle and reshape the institutions of the federal government.

Bannon realized (early on) that his pliable 'student' possessed an uncanny ability to 'perform and entertain' the masses, especially on television and at rallies, which reminded him of two other madmen, Hitler and Mussolini. Stevie recommended Trump copy Benito's mannerism's, considering Adolph's delivery too 'over the top'.

Like minded 'others'; zealots sympathetic with Bannon's cause (loyal enablers and sycophants), were quickly recruited to surround the would-be Emperor-King and enable a transformation so bold, daring and swift that it surprised and amazed a nation and an unsuspecting democratic world.

Those found unwilling to serve the cause were dismissed as disloyal then cruelly ridiculed by 'the greatest one ever'. 

Followers, fed a daily dose of lies and nonsense by Fox News, eagerly joined the movement. The likes of Evangelical Christians (?), NRA gun nuts, racists, conspiracy enthusiasts, white supremacists, militias, Nazis, biker gangs, Q'anon lunatics, et al, eagerly endorsed their great leader. The self-professed "Smartest man in the world".

Bannon's pupil performed so spectacularly that 76 million voted for him in November 2020, endorsing the mad ruler to continue dismantling their democratic republic.

Go figure?

The shear number of votes effectively silenced any opposition from elected Republicans, who cower in fear of Trump's army. Despite some of them also being targets of an attempted coup by 'his' mob, hell bent on murdering his most loyal supporter, Mike Pence.

Go figure?

                                                              The sad and ironic result...

Lying, deception and cruel dirty tricks are now the accepted political norm, turning every day in America into...April Fools' Day.

                                                              The seriously scary stuff...

Donald J Trump, in exile at his Mar-a-Lago palace, continues his total control of the Republican Party. As a consequence, remains one of the most dangerous men on the planet.

Trump admirers, China, Russia and North Korea now begin to test the new American administration.

As millions wait for their first shot of vaccine, the COVID-19 variants begin a Third Wave.

                                                         Monsieur Ronald's Prediction du Jour

The Liberal minority government will unveil the first federal budget in two years on April 19. Shortly thereafter, Justin of 'Sunny Ways' will call an election and win a majority government.

                                                             Monsieur Ronald's Quiz du Jour

Question: Who said "The straight line belongs to men, the curved one to God."

Answer: On March 19, 1882, the first stone was laid for the Sagrada Familia basilica in Barcelona, designed by Antoni Gaudi.

Question: How long did it take to finish the basilica?

Answer: The basilica has been under construction for 139 years. It's projected to (hopefully) be completed by 2026, in time to mark the centennial of Gaudi's death.

"A man who uses force is afraid of reasoning" - Kenyan proverb

"There is no shame in not knowing; the shame lies in not finding out" - Russian proverb

"After the game, the king and pawn go into the same box" - Italian proverb

                                                                And last but not least...

That Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times."

Monsieur Ronald's response, " Geez, enough already. Cut us some slack. We're playing the hand we've been you."

Happy April Fools' Day Thursday, wary!

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#228 THE MARCH...OF TIME (posted March 13, 2021)

At last, it's our turn, the 85+ cohort in British Columbia.

Wednesday March 10, at noon (precisely): Monsieur Ronald, starts calling the 1-833 number to get in line for an appointment to receive the first vaccine shot.

The call is immediately answered...JOY!

An automated voice thanks me for calling and provides a list of instructions followed by a pause and, "all of our agents are busy, try again later" and automatically hangs up...HUH, WHAT?

Unwilling to be foiled by the province's contracted answering service(?) Telus, Ronald calls again, and again, and again, then gives up for the day.

Thursday, Friday...when suddenly, after listening to the frustratingly familiar list of auto-voiced instructions and pauses, something new happens. The voice quickly instructs "for X press one", "for Y press two", for Z press three". Which one do I press? I decide to throw caution to the wind and risk getting cut off again and press three...

After a short pause, calming musical selections, courtesy of Telus, begin to play. Tick, tick, tick...then, Eureka, at 10:17:09 Pacific Standard Time, the sound of a real human voice says "Good morning, who am I speaking to?"

I'm momentarily speechless, overcome by the shear thrill of actual human to human contact. Ten short minutes pass as I provide required information. The agent then says "Mr. Devion your vaccine shot is booked for the afternoon of March 18, have a pleasant day."

Suddenly it was Christmas in March as my brain focused on a song...

Happy days are here again,

The skies above are clear again

Let us sing a song of cheer again

Happy days are here again"

                                                        TIME AGAIN TO...PICK THY POCKET

It's that time of year when the Sheriff of Nottingham and his 'minions' cometh to pick thy pocket.

This pocket-picking-time will be especially hard on millions of Canadians whose income has and continues to be severely impacted by COVID-19. The Sheriff will extract a portion of the benefits received from the treasury (e.g. CERB, CRB, etc.) tax back, despite employment opportunities remaining grim.

The CRA will never explain why they so enthusiastically pursue those who are struggling (the poor and middle class) while failing to go after the Uber-rich, who hide their wealth offshore to avoid paying millions of dollars in taxes? Curious isn't it?

And none of the governing elected politicians ever force them to. Curious isn't it?

                                           TIME FOR...ANOTHER PEEK BEHIND THE TWEED CURTAIN

Way back in 1954-55, a stipulation for employment with CBC was 'swearing allegiance to the monarch'. In order to become an employee of a Canadian Crown Corporation, it was required protocol.

Quaint, nest-ce-pas.

This stipulation stuck in the craw of 'young Ronald' who considered the application of this job requirement demeaning and a blunt in-your-face reminder that 'colonials' must always consider themselves 'subservient' to a caste of 'special people' living in another country, an ocean away.

Consequently, this is the main reason 'old Ronald' cannot resist commenting on 'Le Grand Scandal du Jour'.

Monsieur, which scandal are you referring to, there are so many.

The one about the elite beings who live in Brexit Land. The caste of special people that belong to a secretive organization called 'The Firm', who decided to cast out, excommunicate, ostracize, exclude and shun one of their own and his family.

Monsieur, why would they do that to Prince Harry, the Queen's grandson, Archie, the Queen's great-grandson, and Harry's wife, Meghan Markle?

Did Harry murder someone?

Nope, all Harry wanted is to be free from the constraints of palace life and the media hounds, live overseas; while continuing to serve as a representative of 'The Firm'.

But 'the palace' ruled out the option of being half in and half out of royal life.

Consequently, in the eyes of those who run 'The Firm', Prince Harry did something much worse than murder.

On March 7, he and Meghan aired royal 'dirty laundry' on U.S. television, viewed by millions. The two-hour special, hosted by Oprah, the House of Windsor was depicted as uncaring, cruel, racist and trapped by those who run 'The Firm'.

In that organization, that is the biggest 'NO-NO, BOO-BOO' any member of that exclusive Club can commit and is cause for banishment.

Monsieur, does it mean what Harry and Meghan did is worse than the 'despicable' conduct other members of that family committed.


Royal "Despicable's" continue to receive all royal privileges and are protected by 'The Firm', in exchange for denials about their indiscretions, silence and service.

That's hypocritical isn't it? Yep, it's plain and simple HYPOCRISY writ large.

A few interesting bits:

Harry and Meghan were not paid for the interview.

Oprah Winfrey's production house Harpo Productions earned millions from rights to the interview.

CBS charged $325,000 for each 30 second commercial aired during the two-hour special.

And reaction poured in as a result of the revelations during the Oprah interview that rocked the very foundation of the palace. 'The Firm' eventually released a statement denying the allegations insinuating it was all Meghan's doing.

The mystery: Which senior member of the family told Harry 'the palace has concerns about the skin tone of baby Archie? Harry has ruled out his grandmother and grandfather. British media is on the hunt for the royal culprit.

Other reactions:

Boris: I never comment about the weird stuff that goes on over there.

Justin of 'Sunny Ways': No comment. I had enough trouble getting rid of Julie Payette.

Erin O': We Conservatives are stuck on this one, between a rock and a hard place.

Yves-Francois: We Blocks believe the allegations are further proof the monarchy should be abolished. Just give us back our country. Vive le Quebec Libre!

Jagmeet: The NDP's want the monarchy gone. When the Queen passes, we want a republic like several other commonwealth nations are considering.

And last but not least...

Mrs. Throckmorton Smedley-Jones, representing the Oak Bay women's auxiliary, Monarchist League (Victoria Branch): "Shit! Shit! Shit!". As your president, an urgent extraordinary Zoom chat-room meeting will take place next Tuesday, to determine "How will we face the world again?". Attendance obligatory unless you are hospitalized or booked for a vaccine shot.

                                                                           QUIZ du JOUR


When and what famous man said "Mr. Watson, come here. I want to see you."


On March 10, 1876, inventor Alexander Graham Bell said those words in the worlds very first telephone call to his assistant Thomas Watson...who was in the other room.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#227 RONALD'S MARCH MEDLEY (posted March 5, 2021)

                                                          MEDLEY NUMBER ONE

Nostalgia is often triggered by something reminding us of a happier time, taking pleasure in reminiscing about the 'good old days' and the times shared with loved ones, friends and colleagues.

Remember that long-ago time (2015) when life was so boringly routine?

Strange how much we miss it. That time before the insanity of Trump and COVID-19.

The realization that there's no going back and a future which will be unpredictably different.

Remember the original Mazda 'Zoom-Zoom' commercial? Hard to believe it was released way back in...2015.

It's worth watching it again on Google. Listen to the kid whispering 'Zoom, Zoom, Zoom', the music, pictures of cars and feel the release of a wave of nostalgia as you pine for those 'good old days' of 2015.

The word Zoom has taken on a new and important influence in our lives.

Zoom, the chat-room, has gone from no one having ever heard of it, to being a central instrument in our lives.

But many still aren't comfortable with the change; this new technological face-to-face mode of communication.

So many pitfalls. Zoom is allowing people to embarrass themselves in ways they couldn't even imagine just months ago.

Prime example #1: What happened to American lawyer, blogger, author and 'former' legal analyst on CNN, Jeffrey Toobin. Look it up on Google and cringe.

Example #2: Stand up and the people you're talking to will notice you forgot you're not wearing pants.

Have you become a victim? Do you have a bad attitude about Zoom?

Help is at hand. There are online 'training' sessions available to assist the 'unprepared' avoid their 15 minutes of infamy being 'exposed' to millions on social media.

                                                        MEDLEY NUMBER TWO

                                                   Some stuff you may not know

1) Did you know up to 80% of Japan's population want the '2020' Tokyo Summer Olympic Games, cancelled or postponed, again?

The 'delayed' Games are scheduled to start July 23, 2021.

The "official" cost is $15.4 billion. Two government audits suggest the "real" cost is almost twice that much...and counting. 

The new president of the Tokyo organizing committee, Seiko Hashimoto, said "The biggest challenge is the countermeasures against COVID-19. Nobody can foresee how the situation will be this summer."

Which leaves thousands of athletes continuing their training under a cloud of uncertainty.

2) Did you know it was Francois-Marie Arouet who said "Anyone who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities"?

While the quotation may seem familiar, the name Francois-Marie Arouet is not, because he wrote using the 'nom de plume'...Voltaire.

Monsieur Arouet was a French Enlightenment writer, historian, and philosopher famous for his wit, his criticism of Christianity as well as his advocacy of freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and separation of church and state.

3) Did you know that according to the Journal of Business Research, personnel with a beard are perceived as having more expertise, perceived to be more trustworthy and, subsequently will increase a companies sales? The report makes no comment as to whether this disadvantages members of the female sales force...and who would dare make such a claim?

And last but not least...

4) *Did you know there is no universal term for a collection of assholes?

                                                       MEDLEY NUMBER THREE

                                      "The vaccines are coming, the vaccines are coming"

Trust Monsieur Ronald when he states there are very few advantages of getting really old and being categorized (by science) as being among the most vulnerable.

However, 'We' of the aforementioned vintage, have been apprised by those who govern us, to anticipate receiving the first vaccine shot, this month...hopefully.

Or, trust us, for sure, next month...umm...depending upon the following variables...vaccine availability from suppliers, vague contract terminology, distribution logistics, weather, number and location of vaccine centres, number of vaccinators, federal and provincial relations, politics, the Belgians, the Scots, the Indians from India, etc., etc..

Regardless, we have been assured by our great leader, Justin of 'Sunny Ways' not to worry. Despite the ever-changing 'plans', the PM will provide an update each and every weekday morning. These updates will be interpreted and decoded, by those who govern us provincially, each and every weekday afternoon. We are asked to remember patience is a virtue and that they are flying the airplane while it's being built.

Except for some...While the rest of us wait, media reports continue to out thousands of vaccine queue-jumpers; the rich, the powerful, the self-entitled miscreants and fraudsters, a.k.a. the least vulnerable. Those (*see #4 above) who use their wealth, stealth, power and celebrity to get themselves inoculated while the peons dutifully and patiently wait in line for their turn.

Monsieur Ronald proposes this is what should happen to the vaccine-queue-jumpers when they are caught cheating the system:

Fined $10,000 

Names placed on a national 'shaming list' to be published in the media.

By comparison: If you are standing in line, say outside a Costco, with 150 other masked strangers patiently waiting to get in and some 'self-important', 'self-entitled', 'selfish-asshole' walks to the front of the line...what do you thing would happen? What do you think should happen? Would you make it happen? Would you calmly but in a loud voice tell the jerk "the line starts around the corner"? Never turn your back on some small problem just because it's none of your business or because you aren't bothered.

                                                                 TO END THE MEDLEY

A worthy quote from one of the most influential people on the planet, Jimmy Wales, who created Wikipedia "Money is not the goal, real value comes from education."

A Zoom joke: Bernie, Joe and Donald are on a Zoom call.

Bernie: "I dreamed last night that God spoke to me. He said that he wanted me to be president."

Joe: "That's funny. I had the exact same dream."

Donald: "I don't remember talking to either of you."

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 


Have you been doing some deep-thinking during the many hours, days, weeks and months of 'voluntary incarceration'?

Have you spent some of that 'idle time' pondering the mysteries of life and other puzzling questions?

For instance...What do philosophers...actually do?

Philosophers offer views and theories on profound questions in ethics, metaphysics, logic, and other related matters.



And you might also have guessed that before the months of 'voluntary incarceration', 'Old-Fart-Retirees' (like monsieur Ronald) regularly pursued the 'fine art of philosophy' (with friends and acquaintances), plumbing the deep reservoir of hard-earned knowledge, experience and wisdom to extract therefrom solutions to all of the world's problems. Now ageless-philosophy "experts" are forced to confer and exchange their ideas via ZOOM.

Did you know that philosophy is the ultimate "transferable work skill" for the young and the old?

The emphasis on reason and argumentation is excellent preparation for any young person seeking a career in law, religion, business, international diplomacy, social work, medical management or writing, as well as post-graduate education.

'Old-Fart-Retirees' know stuff...lots of stuff and that stuff is readily transferable.

But, rather than take advantage of this vast pool of knowledge, experience and wisdom, younger generations choose to ignore it.

Sadly, our 'youth-focused-culture' consider 'Elders' "Over the Hill", "Out to Pasture", "Irrelevant old Fogey's"; exclusively old-fashioned in attitude, ideas, manners, etc..

And even more sad, too many, eventually, are quietly shuffled off to the nearest-cheapest "Geezer Glen Manor" or "Almost Heaven Home" warehouse to be over-medicated, ignored and forgotten.

A growing societal demographic that's being made to feel useless and a burden rather than useful/helpful citizens to help younger generations.

                                                                  TWO PHILOSOPHERS AND A CIRCLE

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) was a German philosopher who became one of the most influential of all modern thinkers.

His attempts to unmask the motives that underlie traditional Western religion, morality, and philosophy deeply affected generations of theologians, philosophers, psychologists, poets, novelists and playwrights.

George Santayana (1863-1952) was a Hispanic-American philosopher, essayist, poet and novelist who became a prominent figure in the era called "The Classical American Philosophy".

Santayana was a fierce critic of Nietzsche's German idealist philosophy. But George did share a belief with Friedrich, that the past and the future are connected.

Santayana's famous "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" mirrors Nietzsche's doctrine of eternal recurrence "Time is a flat circle".

A 'concept of time', that every event is just an iteration of a past event; an infinite loop.

That patterns get repeated and we humans are doomed to repeat our mistakes.

Everything we have done or will do, we will do over and over and over again - forever.

We "Older Folks' understand "time goes faster than you think". A concept younger people rarely believe until they get to be about the same age. But by then the knowledge comes far too late to make a significant difference.

Some call it "The tragedy of youth" or "The irony of youth"...because as they age they discover their parents have suddenly become significantly smarter.


Nietzsche and Santayana kept cautioning fellow humans to "remember the past".

The message is clear, what happened before will happen again e.g. the 1918 pandemic and the 1930's rise of fascism are both being replayed today.

However, and despite all of the advances in knowledge and technology, it appears humanity has again failed to "remember the past" and are repeating the same mistakes; "SOW THE WIND AND REAP THE WHIRLWIND".

                                                                                QUOTE DU JOUR

"Life is short. Break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably and never regret anything that makes you smile" - Mark Twain

Monsieur Ronald's Netflix recommendation: "The Public" directed, written and starring Emilio Estevez, supported by a great cast. The theme is very timely. The movie begins a little slow but hang in there, it's well worth watching and the end will surprise and make you smile.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#225 AN ISLAND VIEW OF THINGS (posted January 31, 2021)

There was a time when there weren't any humans inhabiting the Americas.

It's postulated, human migration across the Bering land bridge to North America began about 13,000 or more years ago.

Ergo, all presently here now, are descended from let's stop feeling guilty and arguing about who got here first.

OK? We have enough other stuff to worry about, nest-ce-pas!

In ancient times (a year ago) citizens of 'This land is MY land' settled into their 'normal' mid-winter routines; tens of thousands of 'Snowbirds' escaped the 'Great White North' for warmer climes, leaving the hardiest behind to freeze their butts, for (hopefully) only three more months.

Then, in February rumours began, circulating about a virulent virus that travelled from a bat colony to the city of Wuhan, China; a place most had never heard of.

From there, how did 'IT' infect the first human, silently creep along motorways and flight routes to kill nurses in Italy, farmers in Brazil, retirees in Seattle, captured the attention of medical experts worldwide.

As weeks and months rolled by, lies, conspiracy theories and the 'blame game' spread as fast as the virus' toll; increasing fear and anxiety and distracting nations from cooperating and concentrating on stopping the deadly threat and its increasing mutations.

Those who are elected to rule and protect us, implemented more and more restrictions on the movement of people to curb the spread, which has now reached a point where we are 'ordered' to "stay the hell home!"; perpetuating social and geographical isolation and a destructive anti-social public attitude...

"Stay the hell out of my province, my city, my suburb, my town, my hamlet, my bubble!"

In three provincial capitals; St. John's, Charlottetown and Victoria, the message is "Stay the hell off my Island!"

Turns out, it took less than nine months for COVID-19 to seriously tarnish that Canadian stereotype; our reputation as easy-going, friendly, and polite people to morph into "If you're not from here, F... Off!"

You may have heard the claim "people who live on Islands live life differently from mainlanders" and wondered, 'is it fact, fiction or chamber of commerce/tourist board promotional blarney'?

Are the people who live in Newfoundland, Prince Edward Island and Vancouver Island happier, because they live on Islands?

Monsieur Ronald suggests the answer is a definite yes, and offers the following elucidational rationale...

First, the surrounding water acts as a 'protective' moat.

Two of the aforementioned 'largish Islands' are surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean.

The other, six time zones to the West (where monsieur Ronald and the Mrs. reside), is surrounded by the Pacific Ocean, that covers one third of the Earth's surface and is twice the size of the Atlantic Ocean (proving ours is bigger than theirs).

Bet you didn't know that or this...

People who live on an Island learn to slow down which helps them (us) stay happier and healthier.

Relationships are more tight-knit, neighbours help neighbours, community (the backbone of Island life) matters and the physical and psychological benefits of being near water promotes environmental awareness a bonus, fresh seafood and fresh air is always in season.

This tempting tidbit may entice a visit asap, however, until COVID-19 and its progeny is defeated, the opportunity to discover the beauty and people of these Canadian paradises remains, by government decree, off-limits; i.e. "If you're not from here, F... Off!"

And please remember, until the deadly virus is eventually conquered, 'there was a time when there weren't any humans inhabiting  the Americas' and unless we follow the advice of medical experts, it could happen again.


"People are wonderful. I love individuals. I hate groups of people. I hate a group of people with a 'common purpose'. 'Cause pretty soon they have little (red) hats. And armbands. And fight songs. And a list of people they're going to visit at 3 a.m. So, I dislike and despise groups of people but I love individuals. Every person you look at; you can see the universe in their eyes. If you're really looking." - George Carlin

May the Great Groundhog wake up Tuesday morning and provide a favourable forecast that Spring is on the way. 

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#224 HOW MUCH IS THAT DOGGIE IN THE WINDOW (posted January 23, 2021)

                                          RISK VS REWARD - PART ONE

Eight years ago, a nation is awarded the "privilege" of staging a party; the "Biggest Party" on the planet, in 2020.

According to auditors, $25 billion USD has been spent on preparations, 80,000 volunteers trained to assist performers and guests from 206 countries, and millions of tickets sold...suddenly unforeseeable circumstances (the pandemic) forced a difficult decision..."delay" the big party, for one year.

Tawagoto!...Shit! (in Japanese).

Japan organizers and International Olympic Committee "MuckeeMucks" huddle and decide the XXXII Tokyo Olympiad will take place from July 23 to August 8, 2021.

Health experts suggest holding the Olympics (this year) is "a recipe for disaster", "defies epidemiological logic" and "a classic breeding ground for any infectious disease".

Tawagoto!...Merde X deux!

Japan's Olympic Committee chairman, Yasuhiro Yamashita, informs IOC chief, Thomas Bach, "There is no PLAN B".

Oh, oh...$25 billion spent and no PLAN B??? Tawagoto X trios!

Given the current state of vaccine (supply vs demand), is a broad inoculation rollout even possible by July, to avoid making the Games a medical catastrophe?

                                If it was your call...WHAT WOULD YOU DECIDE?

a) Delay until 2022?

b) Cancel the Games and contemplate the "honourable" alternative below?

c) Commit Harakiri? Ritual suicide by disembowelment with a sword.

Holy Tawagoto, deciding on c) is gonna really hurt (Ooo, Ooo, Ouch, Ouch).

                                             RISK VS REWARD - PART TWO

Two years ago, a nation awards the "privilege" of becoming the Governor General to a woman whose extraordinary accomplishments include; engineer, scientist, musician, chanteuse, astronaut.

How could anyone (ever) be more qualified to become the temporary "Queen of Canada".

Don't bother with a thorough background check; this pick is beyond perfection, it's even beyond wunderbar...nest-ce-pas?

What could possibly go wrong with Justin's selection, blessed by Elizabeth II, Queen of the United Kingdom (Brexit aside) and 15 other Commonwealth realms?

Indeed, what could possibly go wrong.

Well, umm, according to the Intergovernmental Affairs Minister, Dominic LeBlanc, "Clearly, the vetting circumstance missed some worrying things that came to light frankly because of journalists, because of reporters last summer. The first time we saw some of the workplace concerns were only last summer".

Translation: Government-speak for 'the journalists are to blame, not us! Damn those snooping reporters.

Monsieur LeBlanc's remark ranks as this year's (so far) most underwhelming understatement from a minister of the Crown.

A confidential report (which cost taxpayers $391,000) revealed a toxic working environment at Rideau Hall.

And specifically, what are the "some worrying things" mentioned by minister LeBlanc that even a cursory vetting would have revealed?

1) Ms. Payette left as head of the Montreal Science Centre in 2016 in the wake of employees coming forward alleging verbal abuse.

2) Similar complaints were made when she served on the Canadian Olympic Committee.

3) In 2011 she had been charged in the United States with assault against her husband.

4) Also in 2011, she had accidentally struck and killed a pedestrian in Maryland.

And with all of this now out in the open, thanks to those pesky reporters, what to do?

The PM can't fire the Queen of Canada. Ask Her Majesty to can Julie?

Better yet, Justin decided to have a meeting/talk with the Queen of Canada and suggest she might resign and graciously accept the following taxpayer-paid perks for life...

$149,484 annual pension (adjusted)

Lifetime expense program (up to $206,000 per year)

It's always the ordinary middle-class taxpayer who can least afford it, who assumes the risk and gets stiffed paying for "the doggie in the window".

Is it any wonder why so many ordinary people are so pissed off about government waste...and don't get me started on the Senate.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#223 WELCOME TO 2021 (posted Jan. 12, 2021)

As the clock strikes 12, a be-draggled, battered, world-weary old man, hands trembling, turns the hourglass upside down and places it into the outstretched arms of a baby.

She is clear-eyed and smiling at the sad face and bloodshot eyes looking down at her; innocently unaware that the sand pebbles in the top half of the hourglass represent not a gift but a shit-storm of unsolved and unresolved problems facing humankind.

The next twelve months will be a supreme test of her abilities.


Soon it will be the 21st day, of the 21st year, of the 21st century; precisely, January 21, 2021.

In Numerology, the number 21 is symbolic of success, completion and the fulfillment of desires.


The numerology number 21 is an inspiration and creative self-expression number.

Whoopee X deux!

House number 21 is considered to be a lucky address in Feng shui.

Which is just peachy-wonderful providing your house/apartment/condo number happens to be 21, otherwise you're S-O-L.

It must, therefore, be conclusive and concluded (in, ahem, theologically-numerological terms) that 21 is and has to be an optimistic, hope-filled lucky number...hopefully.

With that fuzzy feeling of optimism warming the cockles of our collective heart(s), and knowing that on January 21, Uncle Joe and Auntie Kamala will take over and begin the healing process after witnessing a deranged, delusional, madman, the U.S. Emperor/King, Donald John 'Crazy Pants' Trump, his enablers and cult followers wreak havoc on democracy.

If 21 is lucky (for humankind) by the time Miss 2021 hands the hourglass over to Miss 2022, the sound of jackboots and insurrection will have (hopefully) dissipated, vaccines will have (hopefully) overcome COVID-19 and climate control measures will be the world's #1 priority.

Just in case you're wondering, seven is the most lucky number in the world.

Given its popularity, maybe it's no surprise that there are seven days of the week, seven wonders of the world, seven continents, seven seas, and many important ways that the number seven is used.

And, therefore, according to the ever-optimistic octogenarian, monsieur Ronald, there's more reason to hope rather than despair, that in seven months Miss 2021 will have made sufficient progress that a rainbow may appear on the horizon.

In the meantime, if you're looking for some light entertainment, humour and wisdom, take a peek at a new Netflix series "Pretend It's a City", featuring the one and only Fran Lebowitz (with Martin Scorsese) riff sardonically on subjects of money, transportation, health, books, the #MeToo movement, etc..

The shows should distract you from the current madness...for a little while.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory  

#222 TRADITION (posted Dec. 31, 2020)

The concept of tradition...the notion of holding on to a previous time.

A 'folk custom' with symbolic meaning with origins in the past.

Suddenly and without warning an invisible and deadly intruder massively disrupted our 'traditions' of social interaction.

For example, this New Year's Eve: No gathering, No dancing, No kissing, No hugging, No singing, No nothin'; i.e., there's no 'HAPPY' in this NEW YEAR's greeting.

For the sake of maintaining but one good 'old times tradition' + our collective sanity - as we cross the Rubicon into 2021 - monsieur Ronald offers up a (hopefully) temporary antidote:

Sit back and relax, breath deeply thrice, close your eyes and let your imagination take over...

Join hands with the (imaginary) person next to you.

Next, everyone form a great circle around the dance floor.

Accompanied by "the sweetest music this side of Heaven", provided by maestro Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians orchestra, everybody sing (loudly) that traditional 'New Year' Scots-language poem written by Robbie Burns in 1788...

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne?


For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.


And surely you'll buy your pint cup!

and surely I'll buy mine!

And we'll take a cup o'kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.


We two have run about the hills,

and picked the daisies fine;

But we've wandered many a weary foot

since auld lang syne.


We two have paddled in the stream,

from morning sun till dine;

But seas between us broad have roared

since auld lang syne.


And there's a hand my trusty friend!

And give me a hand o'thine!

And we'll take a right good-will draught,

for auld lang syne.


When the tune ends everyone rush to the middle, while still holding we all say goodbye and good riddance to the worst year of our lives and allow a 'momentary' feeling of hope, joy and goodwill to take hold, imagining what a brand new year may bring.

May it be a cup o'kindness, good health plus vaccination for all against the COVID-19 intruder.

"You can't have people making decisions about the future of the world who are scientifically illiterate. That's a recipe for disaster. And I don't mean just whether a politician is literate, but people who vote politicians into office." - Neil deGrasse Tyson

Never take for granted those small things life gifts to us everyday, for we never know when it will be taken away from us.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#221 HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS (posted Dec. 12, 2020)

The proverb has been in use since time immemorial.

It has been attributed to Gaius Plinius Secundus, a Roman philosopher better known as 'Pliny the Elder' (A.D. 23-79).

Sadly, Pliny died in Pompeii while attempting to rescue stranded victims during the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius.

'HOME' is where one is most emotionally attached - to have affinity for one's 'HOME' over every other place.

                                                  WORKING FROM HOME

Prior to the pandemic, most Canadian employees (82%) worked primarily from an external workplace.

Today, that's down to 27%.

As the world adjusts to the new working environment, organizations are trying to develop 'best practices' for remote working and returning to the workplace.

But, rather than most employees being eager to return, 64% say they wouldn't be or aren't sure they'd be comfortable returning to the workplace in the next three months.

Taking into account regional/industry differences, most employees now want flexibility to choose between working from home and the office.

Employees are split around whether productivity has increased, decreased or stayed the same.

                                                 The Main Challenges

On the employee side: Dealing with work-life balance, maintaining productivity and communicating with co-workers without traditional in-person interactions.

On the employer side: Maintaining morale and company culture, adjusting to changing customer needs and connectivity in a virtual work environment.

Good leadership provides an edge in troubled times. Empowered leaders establish practices that foster trust and engagement to give people the support they need to stimulate creativity, collaboration and innovation.

                                               THE FAUSTIAN BARGAIN

Faustian bargain: A pact whereby a person/corporation/government trades something of supreme moral or spiritual importance, such as personal values or the soul, for some worldly or material benefits such as knowledge, power, or riches.

Faustian bargains are by their nature tragic or self-defeating because what is surrendered is ultimately far more valuable than what is obtained.

The people who (currently) manage Canada's public broadcaster stand justifiably accused by employees (present and past) and many shareholders (taxpayers) of ignoring the crown corporations primary mandated role and responsibilities.

In a desperate attempt to attract more advertiser/sponsor dollars they have entered into a 'Faustian bargain' that has led to the dumbing-down of their program offerings and risk to their journalistic reputation.

Shows like 'Family Feud Canada' and 'Fridge Wars' serve no mandate purpose, only cater to sponsor needs.

The TANDEM project sacrifices journalistic integrity for $.

                                 Who's responsible for these Faustian decisions?

An appointed board of directors (12) is responsible for the management of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation.

The President of CBC/Radio Canada (Catherine Tait) is appointed by the Governor General of Canada in Council, on the advice of the prime minister.

As a crown corporation, CBC/Radio Canada is directly responsible to Parliament through the Department of Canadian Heritage (currently, the hon. Steven Guilbeault).

A recent CBC/Radio Canada online-staff-meeting with top executives about ongoing plans for a branded content division (TANDEM) resulted in a swift and specific reaction from journalists and others "How can we trust you? This will tarnish the CBC!"

President & CEO, Catherine Tait, and other managers insisted "It's not fake news, it's advertising" convinced no-one, while pleading with staff to keep the internal strife 'in-house' and away from the "CBC haters".

Presumably, working from home (Brooklyn, New York), Ms. Tait's plea was quickly ignored and the internal imbroglio broke on social media within minutes.

As mentioned, in order to foster trust and engagement, 'good leaders' listen and give people the support they need to stimulate creativity, collaboration and innovation.

Qualities currently absent at the senior management level of 'Mother Corps'.

As an aside: Who is footing the bill for Ms. Tait's "secondary residence" in Ottawa? - known as - stiffing the taxpayers - 'a la Mike Duffy'.

Monsieur Ronald recommends it's now time to oust the 'Faustian bargainers' and replace them with leaders that comprehend the role and responsibilities of a public-service media corporation.


Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#220 CAUGHT BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE (posted Nov. 13, 2020)

On this Friday the thirteenth, what life was like before the pandemic is fading from memory.

We begin 'a Winter like no other' having to choose between two equally unpleasant courses of action.

As Canadians grudgingly adjust their new daily routines, trying to decide to choose or ignore medical advice to wear a mask, social distancing and wash hands, positive tests and deaths continue to rise.

We frantically search for guidance, to find a pathway to go back "to the way it was", only to be blocked by an insidious virus that confounds and confuses science.

We are caught in the grip of the five stages of grief:

1) Denial and isolation

2) Anger

3) Bargaining

4) Depression

5) Acceptance

Acceptance that there's no going back, from now on everything will be different.

Consequently, we search for any form of distraction. Many find it by watching the daily U.S. black comedy soap opera "Our Cartoon President".

The recent Remembrance Day episode (Veterans Day in the U.S.):

Venue: Arlington National Cemetery - Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

Weather: Pissing down rain.

Presiding over the solemn ceremony: A coward. A five-time draft dodger, who called Americans who died in War "losers" and "suckers".

This was the first time he emerged in public (from the golf course) since his failed reelection bid.

Standing unsteadily at attention, saluting, and visibly stressing about his hairdo and makeup being destroyed by Mother Nature's tears.

Glued to 'El Douchebag's' side, his loyal earnest stooge, Mickey-the-Pence, in service of his Emperor, soaking up the rain like a sponge. Notably absent was Mickey's fly-companion, smart enough to seek shelter.

Two losers, unwilling to concede defeat, absent any demonstrable empathy for the fallen, not wearing masks, ignoring social distancing - 'Douchebag the coward' and his stooge, scurried away, in shame.

                                 IF ALL ELSE FAILS HE'LL BURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Beware of the perils of Emperor 'Crazy Pants' interregnum between now and January 20th.

His capacity to sow chaos and for disruption is far from over.

Unhinged, angry, vengeful. A man who believes the Constitution gives him "the right to do whatever I want as president". A loose canon ball on the deck of a divided nation, supported and motivated by 72.4 million voters.

Get ready for a whirlwind of recrimination, executive action and efforts to make governing more difficult for President-elect Joe Biden.

Few who have occupied the Oval Office, have had the disregard and disdain for the institutions of the presidency and federal government, opening new fronts for bedlam.

Monsieur Ronald has read the tea leaves, peered into the crystal ball, and consulted the horoscope to foretell the future:

1. 'Crazy Pants' steps down. Mickey the Pence (and his Mrs.) become President. President Mickey pardons Donald and his family from future prosecution. (Get out of jail free card in Monopoly).

2. Trump and his family take a 'Farewell, but we'll be back' tour of America's red states and stiffs the taxpayers with the bill.

3. Trump forms a media corporation to displace Fox News with funds donated by his supporters.

4. 'Trumpism' carries on unabated, fuelled by Trump News propaganda, rallies, speaking engagements, books, etc..

5. Trump runs, under the Trump Party banner in 2024, unopposed by any Republican who can steal his base.

6. The drama continues and he's not going away. He believes anything is justified in pursuit of his personal ambitions; money and power.

"Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect as well as the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper." - Albert Einstein

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#219 BEWARE, THE FICKLE FINGER OF FATE (posted October 13, 2020)

In case you're still trying to figure out how our southern neighbours determine who will be their next president, monsieur Ronald offers this 'timely' civic's primer; as we witness momentous history in the making.

                                                     How does the U.S. 'electoral college' work?

The number of electors from each state is roughly in line with the size of its population. There are 538 electors in total. California has the most electors - 55 - while a handful of sparsely populated states like Wyoming, Alaska and North Dakota have the minimum of three. Each elector represents one electoral vote, and a candidate needs to gain a majority of votes - 270 or more - to win the presidency.

Generally, states award all their electoral college votes to whoever won the poll of ordinary voters in the state. For example, if the Republican candidate won 50.1% of the vote in Texas, they would be awarded all of the state's 38 electoral college votes.

This is why presidential candidates target specific "swing states" - states where the vote could go either way - rather than trying to win over as many voters as possible across the country.

Thanks for the elucidation monsieur, but what, if anything, does your civic's primer have to do with 'The Fickle Finger of Fate'?

Point taken; unless you consider the eventual outcome is beyond any "reasonable" predictability (think 2016).

For example..."Shit happens" and its less-vulgar cousin "Stuff happens", are simple existential observations that life is full of unpredictable events. In other words, bad things happen to people seemingly for no particular reason.

Some believe it's the result of an unseen and unforeseeable force that controls the direction of all living things.

Others contend attempting to find a plausible rationale is a "mug's game"; a futile and frustrating exercise and we should just accept that sometimes, it's just "The Fickle Finger of Fate".

Ironically, monsieur Ronald (very recently) experienced an event that prompted writing this article. 

                                 To properly understand this story, a bit of 'relevant trivia' about bedsheets is necessary...

Most of us will spend a third of our lives in bed, if we are lucky.

And thanks to the genius of one sharp lady, Bertha Berman, most of us will never awaken with the bottom sheet in a tangle, coiled around our legs like a linen python.

And pray tell, who is Bertha Berman?

Mrs. Berman, an African-American from Forest Hills, New York, invented the fitted bedsheet that was patented on October 6, 1959.

Her design featured a detachable band that encircled the sides of the mattress, keeping it in place and allowing the sheet to be easily removed for washing. This eliminated the need for flat-sheeted corner tucks, the so-called hospital corners that were as hard to master as they were unreliable.

Bertha's bedsheet was an improvement, and other designs followed.

Bet you (also) didn't know it was Alberta's, Gisele Jubinville, who wanted a better one.

In 1992, our very own sharp lady, Gisele, patented the design we know today - a sheet with deep pockets on the corners that wrap under the mattress.

Her "innovative improvement" is (sadly) the cause of monsieur Ronald's trip to the emergency ward of the Saanich Peninsula Hospital.

                                           What follows is the story of how that happened...

Like so many 'Fickle Finger' events, this one begins innocently on a sunny Fall Sunday afternoon; October 4, 2020.

Monsieur Ronald was "busy" watching his beloved Seattle Seahawks on television.

Meanwhile, madame Ronald was "busy" removing the bedsheet for washing. Following the dryer-cycle, she called to her husband for help to place the clean fitted bedsheet back onto the mattress.

His reaction "It's the 4th quarter, can't that wait?" Her reaction "No, it will only take two minutes out of your (busy) afternoon."

The Two-minute drill: Ronald is instructed to stand at one corner of the mattress while the 'drill sergeant major' stood diagonally across while carefully explaining the tricky part of the bedsheet-manoeuvre which involves placing the deep pockets precisely and simultaneously-together, under the corner of the mattress.

Madame sergeant major suspects her 'bedsheet-novice' isn't really paying attention and may actually be listening to the audio of the football game because he has attempted the complex "bedsheet-manoeuvre" several times, without success.   

The novice suspects Bertha's 'invention' and Gisele's 'improved model' may actually be their revenge-plot against all "undomesticated" men, particularly their husbands.

In fact, Ronald's struggles had to do with arthritic fingers that made it impossible for him to master holding the "bedsheet pocket" with one hand while lifting the mattress with the other.

However, manly-pride suddenly took over, triggering one final attempt (a bad decision). A jolt of pain stimulus is transformed into a nerve impulse that travels like an electrical shock through the body. Instinctively, the right hand retracts itself from under the mattress, revealing a middle finger pointing at the ceiling, as the back of the hand hit the mattress hard, magically resetting the dislocated digit. All remnants of manly-pride collapses as a scream and several curses are momentarily stifled.

A quick search of Google Doctor determines the best course of action is to immediately go to the nearest Emergency department.

Based on his experience, monsieur Ronald offers the following advice to anyone who has the misfortune to have to visit an Emergency department during the pandemic; bring a book, your health card and anticipate the following:

Upon entering: Wear a clean mask, apply the hand sanitizer, truthfully answer the list of COVID-19 questions.

Once inside: A nurse will take your temperature, blood pressure, details of the injury and provide an estimate of how long you are likely to be in the waiting area, reading the book.

Eventually: An X-Ray technician will take pictures and send you back to the waiting area to continue reading the book. Several chapters later a doctor introduces himself as you embarrass yourself explaining how the injury occurred. You notice he's still smiling as he examines the X-Rays, compliments the hand on the excellent job of resetting itself, applies a splint and tension bandage and sends you and your throbbing digit on your way with the following advisory "It's unwise and unsafe, especially while driving, should you decide to deliver the 'Italian salutation' for the next six to eight weeks."

Just in case you are unaware: The 'Italian salute' and it's cultural cousins, 'Le Doigt d'honneur' and 'Flipping the bird', is an obscene gesture that communicates your moderate to extreme contempt; delivered by raising the "middle" finger of either hand.

Citizens of 'The Great White North' communicate all three to Crazy Uncle Donald and all of his enablers (foreign and domestic).

Vive le Canada libre.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory  

#218 AUTUMN - AUTOMNE - no other (posted Sept. 29, 2020)

Anglophiles call Autumn "Fall" because that's the season in which leaves of many species of trees found in temperate parts of North America and Europe fall.

The time of year when Mother Nature takes out her paint-palette and brush to provide those of us who live in the northern hemisphere with the breathtaking colours of Autumn/Automne leaves.

Think the song "Autumn Leaves", with a small 2020 pandemic twist...

                       The falling leaves

                      Drift by the window

                     The autumn leaves

                        Of red and gold


                      Can't see your lips

                   No more summer kisses

                    The sun-burned hands

                         I cannot hold


                  But I miss you most of all

                          My darling

                    When autumn leaves

                         Start to fall


                                                 WHAT COMES BEFORE THE FALL - "Pride Goeth Before The Fall"

In Shakespeare's 'Macbeth', the protagonist ultimately fails and degenerates into a corrupt, merciless tyrant who chooses to embrace evil.

His flaws determine his fate. Pride, vulnerability, vaulting ambition, and over confidence brings him to change into a sinister evil tyrant.

The saying "pride goes before the fall" means an arrogant person will (eventually) get his comeuppance.

It was so for Shakespeare's Macbeth.

If, when and how Trump gets his, is yet to be determined. Will the latest reveal that their billionaire business 'genius' president is a tax cheat do it? His followers don't care.


                                       WHAT A DIFFERENCE - FALL 2019 VS FALL 2020

The 'pandemic reality' now writ-large and impacting all of humanity is forcing everybody to rethink, reinvent and ultimately relearn everything, as we slowly evolve and adjust to what will (eventually) become a new-normal work-life-health balance.

If we didn't understand that reality at the beginning of the pandemic, we certainly get it now.


                                            A sampling of the pandemic's short and long term impacts

- The price of food rose by 4.6%, while the price of food at work or school fell -3%

- The price of bicycles rose 5.7%

- The price of medical care rose 5.3%

- The price of cable/satellite TV rose 5.2%

- The cost of men's suits/jackets/coats and women's dresses each fell -17%

- Snowbirds stay home this winter

- ZOOM sucks

And in the longer term:

- Flexible work programs

- Working from home online, "office centricity is over"

- Fewer commutes

- Part time classroom/part time online learning

- Leadership matters 

- Fast track additional mental health supports

- Fast track additional 'Gig work' supports (e.g. arts and culture sectors)

- Fast track additional elder and child care supports

- Establish a 'permanent' universal guaranteed basic income (along the lines of CERB)

- Prepare a more realistic/practical plan to deal with growing climate challenges



Most Canadian taxpayers are well aware of the host of pipeline and rail proposals that have failed to gain traction amid legal challenges from environmentalists, politicians and some Indigenous groups that have had a devastating impact, especially on the Alberta and national economy.

Conversely, few taxpayers are aware of another mega-project that has been in the planning stages since 2015.

A massive rail link aimed at allowing a new route to the Pacific, unlocking new markets for Alberta's oil sands-derived crude and other products.

A $22 billion railway between Alaska and Alberta known as A2A to transport oil and other resources which would link south-central Alaska ports with Fort McMurray, Alberta.

A project led by A2A president, the former head of the Canadian Council for Aboriginal Business, J. P. Gladu; whose supporters include Alberta Premier, Jason Kenney, Alaska Senator, Dan Sullivan, Alaska Representative, Don Young and the Trump/Republican administration.

Indigenous communities will be offered an equity stake of up to 49% in the line that would give Alberta's oil sands producers a new  oil export option and service for other freight in either direction on the 2,570 kilometres of track that will extend through Alaska, Yukon, Northwest Territories and northern Alberta.

The federal government is very close to making a decision on whether to 'green light' a billion dollar high-frequency rail service between Quebec City that will certainly benefit Quebec, Ontario and the national economy.

It remains to be seen whether environmentalists, politicians and some Indigenous groups who opposed the pipeline and rail proposals that would have benefited western provinces and the national economy, exercise similar vigour and challenge the high-frequency rail service mega project.

If the 'usual suspects' mount a legal challenge, will Justin & Co. back the billion dollar project that will benefit Western Canada and the national economy with the same enthusiasm they demonstrate for the Quebec/Ontario rail mega project?

Or, will Justin & Co. calculate Quebec/Ontario votes (in the next election) outweigh all western votes and risk exacerbating growing  alienation?


                                                                QUESTION DU JOUR, IN TRUMPLANDIA

"Do you think Crazy Uncle Donald will ever relinquish the presidency?"

"Of course!"


"Immediately after the coronation!"

(Warning alert) This bit of black humour could soon morph into a sickening reality.

Monsieur Ronald, surely you josh us, oui?

Non, non et non!

Elucidate, s'il vous plais.

If you insist...


Last Saturday, president Trump introduced his Supreme Court nominee, Amy Coney Barrett.

NB: The nominee is much 'admired' by staunch Conservatives and millions of Evangelical Christians for her strong ideological positions on abortion rights, the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare) and the 2nd amendment (guns).

Immediately following the announcement, Chairman of the Senate Committee on the Judiciary (and fawning Trump golf-caddy) Lindsey Graham, assisted by Trump's most influential and crafty Republican enabler, Senate majority leader, Mitch 'McFudgeit' McConnell, promised to ram & rush the approval process of his (third) nominee. 

Trump has continued to repeat that regardless of the serious health risks posed by the virus for Americans who vote in-person and their growing preference to vote by mail, millions of mail-in votes should not be counted...and unless he wins, the election is rigged.

Consequently, it may be left to the Supreme Court to decide whether Uncle Joe or Crazy Uncle Donald will be sworn into office on January 20, 2021.

The last time the Supreme Court intervened to rule on a presidential election was on December 12, 2000. In a 5-4 decision, the Court declared George W. Bush winner over Al Gore. It's difficult to comprehend how, in a democratic republic, a single vote can decide who becomes the most powerful person on the planet while simultaneously ignoring the candidate who gets the most votes.

However, this time America's supreme scales of justice are even more tilted to favour the incumbent.

Unless something totally unprecedented and unexpected occurs to thwart the Republicans diabolical scheme, the result will be viewed by millions of voters as another "win" for the evil Emperor-King-in-waiting and his KGB handler, 'Vlad the Invader'.

And the world will bear witness as all hell breaks loose in the major cities of the Divided States of America.

In three months we celebrate Christmas 2020, in the middle of a pandemic. At a time of year when humans usually pause to search for solace, peace and comfort, it might be helpful to ponder the 1843 novella 'A Christmas Carol' by Charles Dickens and the final words of his character 'Tiny Tim' as the young lad gave the Christmas dinner blessing "God bless us, every one!".

Amen to that hopeful thought courtesy of Mr. Dickens! 

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#217 THE DAY 'WE' (ALMOST) KILLED THE CBC PRESIDENT (posted Sept. 11, 2020)

                                                                        A TRUE STORY

Sadly, among the many, many casualties of the invisible deadly virus (COVID-19) is the Canadian Football League (CFL) and its championship final, the Grey Cup/Coupe grey.

The season-ending game is considered one of the few remaining events that ties the country together for one day each year. Millions of Canadians gather together to party and watch, on television, the classic East vs West rivalry for the Canadian professional football championship.

                                                         SOME BACKGROUND, TO SET THE SCENE...

From 1955-1995, monsieur Ronald, spent much of his time toiling in the ample bilingual-bosom of 'Mother Corps'; Canada's public broadcaster, CBC/Radio Canada. One (bosom) was English the other French. Which (bosom) would be given preference depended (largely) on the mother tongue of the respective presidents appointed by the PM to serve a five-year term.  

In the latter half of the 1970's, monsieur Ronald was having a blast, enjoying the third year of a fun-assignment; Program Director of CBC-TV's flagship English language television station, channel 5, CBLT, Toronto. Befitting the exalted designation 'flagship', CBLT staff and 'petit-fromage' (moi) were crammed together on two floors located above a 'Mac's Milk convenience store' on Church street, one block from Harold Ballard's cathedral of hockey, Maple Leaf Gardens. 

(NB: In the early 1970's, prior to the CBLT assignment, monsieur Ronald was a part of Norn Garriock's network management team; affectionately known inside CBC television circles, as "GARRIOCK'S FLYING CIRCUS". Norn was a terrific boss, mentor and friend.

Out of the blue came a phone call from the 'Grand-Fromage' of CBC television, Norn Garriock..."Ron, we want you to head up the sports department". The tone of his voice signalled he was not asking, this was an order. 

"We have a problem. The head of the sports department (John Hudson) suddenly quit. He's gone to Labatt Breweries. Labatt is increasing their involvement in sports ownership.They hired John to help develop a plan for Canada's first cable sports network. We want you to replace week!"

The stint as head of CBC Sports was back in "those good old days"; when CBC was the leader in Canadian sports television, providing 500 hrs. of network sports programming annually.

During my time there, and before leaving for another assignment at CBC Vancouver, we managed to increase the annual sports program output on the network to 700 hrs. The large audiences attracted to sports television always brought with it concomitant revenue from advertisers seeking to associate their brand with high-quality CBC sports programming.

Coincidently, with my time with CBC Sports, Saskatchewan born Albert Wesley "Al" Johnson (a career pubic servant and civil servant) was serving as president of Canada's public broadcaster, CBC/Radio Canada.

President Johnson (never could call him "Al") struck me as the kind of guy who would, if he had the choice, attend an arts event rather than a sports event; especially a football game...unless by virtue of his job it was obligatory.

                                                  FACTOIDS TO ADD CONTEXT TO THE STORY...

What: The 67th Grey Cup/Coupe Grey

When: November 25, 1979

Where: Montreal, Olympic Stadium

Stadium Attendance: 65,113

Temperature: Freezing cold 

Teams: Edmonton Eskimos (West) vs Montreal Alouettes (East)

Television audience: Millions

Who won: Edmonton Eskimos, 17-9

                                                                          THE STORY

Back then, at every Grey Cup/Coupe Grey, CBC hosted (at a hotel) a pre-game champagne breakfast (called Canadian sunshine) and post-game banquet for sponsors and VIP's.

The guests are shuttled to the game site (in rented buses) accompanied by CBC brass, sometimes including the president.

The weather conditions that day were typical of a late Montreal November. It was -20 degrees. The kind of day that would freeze the balls off of a brass monkey. The field surrounding the stadium was knee-deep in snow.

As the VIP buses approached the site, our guests clutching their complimentary thermos (comfort flask) containing a secret 'Hot Toddy' recipe, and bilingual '67 Grey Cup/Coupe Grey toques, we announced the bus they were assigned to would leave from the parking area below the stadium promptly (repeat promptly) one half-hour following the end of the game. 

CBC President "Al" Johnson was on my bus.

Following the end of the game, the buses pulled away from the stadium and proceeded to the main which point I noticed President "Al" was not on my bus. 

I contacted one of my staff, Glen Gelette, who was on the other bus, enquiring if the president was onboard his bus. He looked around and responded "No, isn't he on your bus?"

My heart sank...where the hell was "Al"?

Glancing back toward Olympic stadium from where we had come, I observed the figure of a man in a hooded parka wearing nerdy glasses attempting to run in knee deep snow, frantically waving his arms.

My heart stopped when I recognized who it was and ordered the driver to stop.

As the 'hooded parka' finally reached the roadway, the president put both arms on the front of the bus, gasping for air..."Al" is asthmatic.

My CBC career was if, and or but.

The bus driver opened the door. The president slowly climbed aboard still gasping for air and frantically searching his pockets for his puffer.

Sucking on his puffer, eyes bulging through fogged-up nerdy glasses, CBC/Radio Canada's 'Tres-Grand-Fromage' finally drew in enough air to speak, "Ron, thank you, thank you for stopping. At the end of the game I went to the nearest washroom, coming out and turned the wrong way. By the time I got all the way back to where the bus was parked, it was gone. Thank goodness you saw me running through the snow and stopped."

It's sometimes amazing and mysterious how things turn out. Being thanked for almost killing the CBC president was totally unexpected.

P.S. I don't recall ever seeing President "Al" at another Grey Cup/Coupe Grey.

Hopefully, in these troubled times, this story brings a smile as it does for me remembering it.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#216 HEIL TO THE THIEF (posted Sept. 5, 2020)

WHERE: The White House...A Fact-Free Zone

WHEN: Thursday, early morning

MOOD MUSIC: On the White House lawn the US Marine Band is playing the favourite tune of the most incompetent person ever elected as leader of the free world. The familiar music is formally called, The Presidential Polonaise, aka Hail to the Chief. It sounds something like..."Dumb, dumb, dee, dumb, dumb, dee, dumb, dee, dumb, dee, dumb, dumb, etc., etc."

SETTING: Presidential bedroom where a solitary rotund man is seated watching several television monitors...

Emperor-King 'Crazy Pants' calls his attorney general: I want you to find the fu....g rat-finks who leaked these stories to the media!

Attorney General Barr: I'm sorry Mr. president, sir, which specific stories are you referring to?

'Crazy Pants': Geezus, Willie-Billie, my loyal consigliere, don't you watch television? You're supposed to be my personal attorney and protect my ass. I'm talking about the stories that are spreading like the wildfires in California...

The stories about the things they say I said that I never said...

I said John McCain (who spent more than five years as a prisoner of war being tortured by the North Vietnamese) "Is not a war hero, I like people who weren't captured" have to deny I ever said that!

I said "Americans who die in wars are losers and suckers" have to deny I ever said that!

I said "wounded veterans be kept out of parades" have to deny I ever said that!

I cancelled the visit to the American Cemetery near Paris in 2018 because the rain would have certainly dishevelled my hair and ruined my makeup and casually said to one of the generals "Why should I go to that cemetery? It's filled with losers" have to deny I ever said that!

I called more than 1,800 marines who lost their lives at Belleau Wood "suckers" for getting have to deny I ever said that!

I disparaged a Gold-Star mother and father because they are have to deny I ever said that!

And some other stuff they say I said that I never said.


His orange makeup turns a crimson red. He SHOUTS...Willie-Billie, you have to DENY, DENY, DENY!

Get out there and tell our loyal Aryan supporters it's all damn lies, spread by the purveyors of fake news; my enemies, the media. Those losers are the enemies of all patriotic, law and order Americans. I don't give a shit how many sources they claim they have. Find these rats and leakers, get rid of them. I want them gone now. They want me to apologize, never! 

A command, issued by a gut-less, vengeful, hateful leader; who in reality is: 'The Coward-in-Chief', 'The Draft-Dodge-in-Chief', 'The Bullshitter-in-Chief'; who's fealty is to 'Vlad the Invader'. Vlad knows his frightened stooge is a fraud, with no sense of duty, honour or empathy, whom he can easily manipulate to achieve Russia's objectives.


Real Hypocrisy: 82-million Evangelical Christians, knowingly trade their religious principles and values to back an immoral president whose only values are money, power and loyalty to his 'surrogate father'...Vladimir Putin.

If this most recent revelation doesn't get the 'stable genius' removed from office in the November 3rd election, the American republic is doomed. 

                                              Something else you may not know about Trump

Donald Trump's American coat of arms belongs to another family. It was granted by British authorities in 1939 to Joseph Edward Davies, the third husband of Marjorie Merriweather Post, the socialite who built the Mar-a-Lago resort that is now Trump's hideaway.

The Trump organization took (as in stole) Mr. Davie's coat of arms for its own, making one small 'adjustment'; replacing the word "Integritas" (Latin for "Integrity") with the word "Trump". The 'adjustment' on the stolen coat of arms might more appropriately have been Trump's motto, "Screw thy neighbour".

Retired U.S. Marine Corps general and former White House Chief of Staff for Donald Trump, John Kelly, has this to say about his former boss: "He's an idiot. It's pointless to try to convince him of anything. He's gone off the rails. We're in Crazytown. I don't even know why any of us are here. This is the worst job I've ever had."

The current occupant of the Oval Office is a lying, despicable thug. Heil to the Thief.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#215 AMERICA AND AMERICANS (Posted August 16, 2020)

Many Americans know little and care less about the rest of the world, and believe that given the opportunity, most other nationalities would migrate to America.

The current President of the United States knows even less, and cares even less about Canada or the rest of the world.

He believes most other nationalities 'unworthy' of being allowed to migrate to his evolving creation, 'Trump-Land'.

This from a self-declared "stable genius", who has considerable difficulty reading a prepared script (e.g. "Thighland") let alone comprehend its contents.

This from a man who calls countries he knows nothing about, "shitholes".

This from an American president who has to be informed people who live in Puerto Rico, Guam and The Virgin Islands are United States citizens.

This from the Emperor-King of clangers and gaffes...who just happens to be the leader of the free world.

Yet, somehow, none of this seems to faze his 82 million loyal evangelical followers...but it certainly does scare the bejesus out of monsieur Ronald.

Most Canadians are very knowledgeable about America, care about our neighbours and the 8,891 km (5,525 miles) of un-militarized border we share.

Thousands of Snowbirds migrate South to live in America during the winter months.

Prior to March 21, 2020 around 300,000 people routinely crossed the international border, every day.

"May these gates never be closed" is inscribed on 'The Peace Arch', erected in 1921, on the border of Blaine, Washington and Surrey, British Columbia. A testament to the close ties between Canada and the US.

For almost 100 years, those words were heeded - until the coronavirus pandemic effectively shut the border, indefinitely.

Who would have thought a majority of Canadians (recently polled) want it to stay shut.

Fuelling our unease is a fear...that America has gone crazy.

Our neighbours are caught in the iron grip of a fork-tongued menace; an unhinged autocrat and his gang of fanatical gun-toting supporters.

With an election in less than 90 days, his enablers are prepared to do anything (repeat anything) to remain in power after January 21, 2021, regardless of the outcome of the November 3rd election.

Unless...millions of other Americans prevent that from happening.

The selection by Joe Biden of Kamala Harris as his running mate, is a masterstroke.

There's nothing more frightening to a misogynist, racist, bully, bigot, thug, five-time draft dodger, ignorant moron and serial liar who lacks empathy and simple kindness...than being confronted by a tough, experienced, smart, 55-year old, part black-part Indian AMERICAN WOMAN, with an exotic first name who grew up going to both a Black Baptist church and a Hindu temple.

Oh, Oh, Oh my...Uncle Donald...guess who Uncle Joe has picked to come after you big-time...

                                        KAMALA DEVI HARRIS, born October 20, 1964, in Oakland, California

Graduate of Howard University, the University of California; Hastings College of the law.

In 2003, elected District Attorney of San Francisco.

In 2010, elected Attorney General of California, re-elected in 2014.

In 2016, became California's third female senator as well as the second African-American woman, and the first South Asian American, to serve in the United States Senate.

As a senator, she supported healthcare reform, federal rescheduling of cannabis, a path to citizenship for undocumented immigrants, the DREAM Act, a ban on assault weapons, and progressive tax reform.

She gained a national profile for her pointed questioning of Trump administration officials during Senate hearings.

Her Mother: Shyamala Gopalan, breast cancer scientist, who emigrated from Tamil Nadu, India in 1960 to pursue a doctorate in endocrinology at UC Berkeley.

Her Father: Donald J. Harris, Stanford University emeritus professor of economics, who emigrated from British Jamaica in 1961 for graduate study in economics at UC Berkeley.

Parents are divorced.

Her Husband and potential 'second gentleman': Douglas Emhoff, is a partner at global law firm DLA Piper, specializing in entertainment litigation and intellectual property.

The couple got married in 2014 and chose to honour each other's culture's - Mr. Emhoff wore a garland as a nod to Ms Harris' Hindu roots, and she broke a glass to honour his Jewish heritage.

Her connection to Canada: When she was 12, Harris and her sister moved with their mother to Montreal, where their mother accepted a research and teaching position at the McGill University-affiliated Jewish General Hospital.

Harris attended a French-speaking middle school, Notre-Dame-des-Neiges, and then Westmount High School in Westmount, Quebec.

Vive le Canada.

The Biden-Harris ticket is solid and has the right stuff to defeat 'Trump-ism'.

However, as previously mentioned, the domestic and international forces behind Trump will stop at nothing to ensure he remains in office.

Fact: There are more guns than people in America.

US population: 328 million.

US citizens account for 393 million firearms (46% of the worldwide total of civilian held firearms).

61% of Republicans own at least one firearm.

Given the situation, is America on the brink of another civil war?

Our neighbours' house is on fire and sadly, all Canada can do is watch.

In five months time, will a majority of Canadians still want the border to remain closed?

Combining this with an out-of-control pandemic and climate challenges and we're in for a hell of a ride. Time to buckle up folks.

Worth pondering: The pandemic has given us time, time to pause and focus, on the things we most care about.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#214 SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVIN'...AIN'T EASY (posted July 29, 2020)

Six months of livin' with COVID-19 has left everyone concerned, conflicted and like Grandpa Castorini, "confused".

Umm, monsieur Ronald, who is Grandpa Castorini?

He's Grandpa Ronald's favourite character in one of his favourite movies, "Moonstruck", directed by Canadian, Norman Jewison, and released in 1988.

What's the movie about?

It's a madcap romantic comedy about a widowed, 37-year-old, Italian-American woman (played by Cher) who falls in love with her fiancé's estranged, hot-tempered brother.

The plot is 'spiced-up' by several intertwined romantic entanglements involving a cast of eccentric Italian-American characters.

The romantic foibles are finally exposed near the end of the movie in the breakfast-table scene with all the main characters present, when Grandpa Castorini (played by Feodor Chaliapin) is asked what he thinks about everything that's happened to his beloved family and friends. He sputters..."I'M CONFUSED".

And so say we all.

So far, there is no light at the end of this tunnel of uncertainty; no collective guidance or leadership. Hence, no roadmap to illuminate a way forward to reduce humans' anxiety.

This new invisible virus has stymied all of humanity.

The slogan "We are all in this together" is bang-on accurate.

However, political leaders are doing the exact opposite. As the slogan suggests, the logical/common sense course of action to deal with the worldwide pandemic should be/must be for nations to collaborate, cooperate and work together for the common good. Otherwise, there is no effective way to control the spread of this virus.

We may not always like one another, but we need each other now, more than ever before.

                                          THE PRESSING QUESTION: CAN IT BE DONE - WHO WILL LEAD?

Based on a sighting over Brentwood Bay on Vancouver Island, Friday July 24 @ 10:15 PDT, with goodwill and selfless leadership, it can be done...

A celestial object shining like a bright star rose from the northwest horizon. It only took a few minutes to pass overhead to then disappear below the southeast horizon; travelling toward mainland North America.

The object was the International Space Station (ISS). Seeing the ISS with my own eyes was a first for me; especially given it has been aloft in the heavens for more than 15 years and orbits Earth sixteen times each day.

This is one remarkable and rare example of humans collaborating, cooperating and working together for the common good. Precisely what is needed now to defeat humanity's common enemy, COVID-19, before it defeats humanity.

To help relieve some of the stress we are all experiencing, monsieur Ronald recommends the following:

1) Watch (or watch again) "Moonstruck" the movie.

2) Watch the excellent six-part documentary series (on Netflix) "Monty Python the Truth, Almost", the 40-year legacy and    history of the Python comedy troupe.

3) Baseball and hockey (in a bubble) is back; only on TV, for now, kind-of...maybe.

Reductio Ad Absurdum...Emperor 'Crazy Pants', while disparaging the medical views of Dr. Anthony Fauci, is now promoting the views of a new pandemic expert, Dr. Stella Immanuel, extra-terrestrial practitioner of Voodoo medicine, dispenser of hydroxychloroquine, parking lot pastor and founder of the Firepower Ministries Church.

Hallelujah, we are saved.

Feel better now that Mary Trump's crazy Uncle Donald has everything under control? 

"We are livin' in absurd times" - monsieur Ronald 

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 


                                                                  ...At Home and Away

                                                          CHAPTER ONE: CRAZY UNCLES

Most people have one. They come in all different kinds of varieties.

The ones who are stuck in a by-gone age, continually saying and doing things that are no longer acceptable.

The ones who can't remember stuff, who constantly call you by the wrong name and can't remember "who you belong to".

We often love these uncles despite their craziness; we smile through the awkwardness and try to be loving...but nobody would put them in charge, right?

Or would they?

What is shaping up to be a dirty, nasty slugfest between the oldest president to enter office, Uncle Donald (74) and his even older challenger, Uncle Joe (77), questions about age and cognitive function are taking centre stage.

Donald relishes his role as America's crazy, politically incorrect uncle.

Whereas, Uncle Joe is a veritable gaffe machine. His recollections become jumbled stories of actual occurrences all mixed together. And he comes off as awkward, and sometimes a little creepy.

The big question for the contest front runner, does Uncle Joe have enough remaining in the tank (mental faculties) to run the country?

America is going to decide in November which crazy uncle to put in charge of their country. And for the rest of us to ponder, are these two the best America can offer the world?

Crazy Uncle Donald recently attacked the mental acuity of Crazy Uncle Joe; while aggressively defending his own mental fitness.

In another one of his infamous 'All about Me' rants on Fox News, Uncle Donald bragged that doctors who administered him a cognitive test were quite surprised that he "aced" it.

"I actually took one very recently when, you know, the radical-left was saying, 'Is he all there?', 'Is he all there?' I aced the test. I took it at Walter Reed Medical Center, in front of doctors (really?) and they were really surprised. They said, 'That's an unbelievable thing. Rarely does anyone do what you just did."

The news of his unprecedented accomplishment quickly spread through the ranks of his 82 million evangelical followers who were overcome with irrational joyous-ness at this 'miracle'. 

The 'One' they claim was sent to them by God had, yet-again, demonstrated his superior intelligence; simply being capable of identifying animals in pictures, draw a clock, and perform basic word-recall exercises, was proof enough for them.

Amazing, for the second time in two years, their leader had "aced" the extraordinarily complex 'Montreal Cognitive Assessment' test.

At every opportunity, two of the most fervent evangelical faithfuls, loyal to their very core as any servants of Uncle Donald, Mickey the Pence and his Mrs., proclaim their firm belief that 'IQ-wise' their president is a rarest of human specimens.

Refusing media requests for release of the test results, the White House provided the following rationale "The tests are being audited"...presumably by Uncle Donald's personal physician...who just happens to be, Uncle Donald himself, the self-proclaimed stable medical savant.

Meanwhile, and just in time to spice things up, on Tuesday July 14, Uncle Donald's niece, Mary Trump PH.D. (55), a clinical psychologist, officially releases her tell-all book "Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World's Most Dangerous Man."

A toxic brew of the Trump family, led by patriarch Fred Trump, a prominent New York real estate developer who ruled his household with an iron fist under a dark, oppressive cloud of psychological and emotional abuse.

This tell-all memoir is a playbook for an average (Uber-wealthy) family soap opera episode containing all the required ingredients for a must-watch-binge Netflix series; backstabbing, petty grievances, misogyny, alcoholism and lifelong trauma.

Especially galling for the president is being unable to stop the release of this insider's "professional diagnosis" of what makes her dear Uncle Donald tick.

And while the curtain goes up on this personal Trump family drama, Emperor Donald is attempting to get rid of his popular and knowledgeable nemesis, Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases.

Dr. Fauci continues to ignore intense political pressure and remains the only medical expert attached to the White House pandemic task force, to publicly challenge and counter the president's COVID-19 medical bullshit.

"Depend upon it, Sir, when a man, such as you, knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully" - William Dodd

                                     CHAPTER TWO: CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME, N'EST-CE-PAS

In baseball, it's three strikes and you're OUT! But not so much in politics.

For the third time, PM Justin Trudeau has been caught displaying extremely poor judgement.

During a cabinet meeting to decide the awarding of a contract to administer a $912 million to the WE charity, the PM did not recuse himself despite knowledge that family members were paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to participate in WE charity events.


This was followed by the revelation that Finance Minister, Bill Morneau's family also has WE charity ties. Mr. Morneau also did not recuse himself from participating in the decision.

OOPS times deux!

When such an obvious conflict of interest and ethics violation stares two senior members of the government right in the face, one would assume even the most naive political rookie would think twice before staying in a room where $912 million dollars of taxpayer money is being doled out.

But did it never cross the threshold of any modicum of common sense consideration/contemplation on their part, until Justin and 'Slick Willie' were caught red-handed with arms (up to the elbows) in the goodie jar? And only then was the contract cancelled.

Not one of the 33 federal cabinet ministers would comment about the big 'BOO-BOO', citing cabinet confidentiality.

Isn't government transparency wonderful.

Sadly and worth noting: Among the casualties sideswiped by this gross display of bad judgement; the financially strapped students who were to be paid for doing volunteer work during the summer break.

Liberals remain indignant, what's all the fuss stirred up by the nosy media about anyway? Surely the middle class peons (who are paying for this) will understand that our motives are pure, righteous and we are always working in their best interests.

Will there be any fallout for this twin-transgression? Will it be three strikes and you're OUT, this time? Or will it take four...or maybe five...or...?

                                   CHAPTER THREE: TO BE, OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION

The famous opening phrase of a soliloquy from Shakespeare's 'Hamlet'.

Today's 'To be, or not to be' question: Will competitive sports return (in any satisfactory form) and still be able to continue to entertain and provide a much needed distraction from the ravages of this insidious virus?

Greek, Etruscan and Roman rulers (of centuries past) understood the need for spectacles to distract their subjects from focusing on the hardships of their lives.

Back in those days, rulers paid for and held 'Games' on a variety of occasions as an important pastime and to maintain social harmony; e.g. funerals, victory celebrations and religious festivals.

Athletic competitions were staged in massive spectator structures, such as circuses, stadia and gymnasia (e.g. Circus Maximus). The greatest amphitheatre of them all was the Colosseum holding about 50,000 spectators.

Games were a huge feature of Roman life, as their modern counterparts are today.

Only time will tell whether the ever-changing plans (caused by the uncertainties of COVID-19), for shortened seasons, spectator-less arenas and venues plus the need to protect athletes and officials from the virus will satisfy the public's obsession/need for these events or permanently damage their appeal to mass audiences.

In the meantime we can dream. So Google the 1908 Tin Pan Alley song by Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer and sing along...

Take me out to the ball game,

Take me out with the crowd;

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,

 I don't care if I never get back.

Let me root, root, root for the home team

If they don't win, it's a shame.

For it's one, two, three strikes, your out,

At the old ball game.

"Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good too" - Yogi Berra

"In these uncertain times only one thing is clear, we ain't going back to the way things were, six months ago" - monsieur Ronald

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light" - Aristotle

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#212 WHEN ON THE HORNS OF A DILEMMA (posted June 29, 2020)

                                                      DEATH OF A SNAKE OIL SALESMAN?

Critics say Emperor 'Crazy Pants' has spent years selling a bill of goods to the American people and believe they are no longer buying his bullshit.

Donald John 'Crazy Pants' Trump trails Joseph Robinette 'Sleepy Joe' Biden Jr. by double digits and, seemingly, is on course for a historic defeat in November's presidential election.

'Sleepy Joe's' advisers want him to remain in his basement because it's proving to be a winning far.

But isn't that what most thought back in 2016; when everybody except Michael Moore and Steve Bannon believed Hillary was a shoo-in?

Is complacency setting in with 'Dem-leaning-voters'...yet again?

There's a madman in the White House with nothing to lose; not worried about the stability or safety of his country, surrounded by people who've abandoned any constraints on the way in which they'll use the federal government, the executive branch, to say things, do things, pretend to do things.

An ego driven grifter who can neither be written off nor underestimated.

Trump's path to victory depends on the skillful use of a grab-bag of dirty tricks; voter suppression, mass disinformation, foreign interference, and unabashed use of executive branch power to shape events, and perception.

In short, the power of the presidency.

With four months to go until the election, the Emperor is now more desperate, unstable, unpredictable and consequently, more dangerous.

Anything can happen.

His mentor/handler 'Vlad the Invader' might quietly suggest, in order to maintain control of the White House and Senate, that his loyal obedient 'pupil' could, by fiat, executive order or some other legal shenanigan, decree - The November election is postponed, indefinitely - using the growing pandemic crisis as a pretext.

There's certainly no guarantee that many Republican voters will pay heed to that old Italian Proverb, "He that deceives me once, it's his fault; but if twice, it's my fault." And remove Trump for the survival of their democracy.

Another mad Emperor played his violin while his city burned; this one plays golf while his leaderless nation staggers.


                                                 MEANWHILE IN THE GREAT WHITE HOMELAND

Canada's gonads are being squeezed by two angry pit bulls, in a political tug of war over Chinese telecommunications senior executive, Meng Wanzhou.


On December 1, 2018, Canada detained Ms. Meng in the international zone of the Vancouver airport.

Meng was en-route to Mexico from China, transiting through the Vancouver airport, and not entering Canada.

Tipped off by the FBI, Canada Border Services Agency officers "detained" Meng until FBI agents arrived. She was "interviewed" for three hours.

NB: Meng and Huawei are charged (in the US) with bank and wire fraud in relation to skirting American sanctions on Iran.

Under the extradition treaty that exists between the US and Canada, Meng was arrested and placed under 'house-arrest' in one of her Vancouver mansions.

Meng's Canadian legal team are working their way through Canadian court proceedings (which take years) to determine whether she will be extradited to the US to stand trial.

A few days after Ms. Meng was arrested at the Vancouver airport, China retaliated by kidnapping Canadian citizens, Michael Krovrig and Michael Spavor (the two Michael's), tossing them into a notorious Beijing jail, without being charged.

Recently, they have both been charged with "espionage", punishable by life in prison.

NB: According to John Bolton, Trump refers to Ms. Meng as "The Ivanka Trump of China" and wants to use this high-level "prize" as a bargaining chip in ongoing trade negotiations with China.

PM Justin Trudeau has repeatedly stated his government cannot, and will not, intervene in the Meng case, citing the independence of Canada's justice system.

And the political pressure continues to mount:

China recently intimated a prisoner swap; Meng in exchange for The Two Michael's.

Their intimation is based on statements by former Liberal Justice Minister Allan Rock and former Supreme Court judge Louise Arbour, who cited a legal opinion from Brian Greenspan, a Toronto lawyer who has decades of experience in extradition cases, stating Ottawa is wrong to claim it doesn't have the legal authority to intervene in the Meng case. According to Greenspan, the federal Justice Minister "may at any time withdraw" support from an extradition case, which triggers a court-ordered release of the extradition subject.

In 2019, former Liberal PM Jean Chretien floated the idea of having Canada's Justice Minister exercise his legal authority to stop the US extradition as a means to normalize diplomatic relations with China.

And it wouldn't be the first time the Liberals used "political interference" in the prosecution of a case. Remember l'affaire SNC-Lavalin last year?

All of this leaves Canada stuck between a rock and a hard place with its gonads in jeopardy.

Timely definition: An unresolvable dilemma is a situation in which a person receives contradictory messages from a person who is very powerful, requiring a choice between equally unfavourable options.

Consider this, if it was your gonads being squeezed by two of the meanest bullies in the schoolyard, how might you resolve this quandary considering the available options?

Choice #1: Ignore judicial independence, bite the bullet, choose the political option and send Meng home, pronto.

Choice #2: Send Meng to Trump and watch how quickly he sends her home once he gets his trade deal with China.

Choice #3: Pray that 'Sleepy Joe' wins the election and doesn't care about Meng's extradition. 

Choice #4: Continue to maintain the moral high-ground, Canada's judicial independence, and continue to endure the agony of having the gonads squeezed by both bullies.

                                                         AND NOW, TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD

     Grandpa Ronald's observation:

I see people around my age who are still able to climb a smallish mountain.

I feel good just getting one leg through my underwear without losing my balance.


     Some wise heavenly advice:

A sign posted near the entrance of some churches in France (translated):

"It is possible that on entering this church, you may hear the Call of God.

 On the other hand, it is not likely that He will contact you by phone.

 Thank you for turning off your phone.

 If you would like to talk to God, come in, choose a quiet place, and talk to Him.

 If you would like to see Him, send Him a text while driving."


                                                                TIMELY QUOTE

"One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present" - Golda Meir, teacher, stateswoman, politician and fourth Prime Minister of Israel.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#211 THE NAME-SHAME GAME - PERSPECTIVES (posted June 12, 2020)

                                    Scene from Shakespeare's play - a boiling cauldron, three witches...

Witches: "Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble".

Macbeth: "How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do?"

Witches: "A deed without a name."

The (witches) toxic mix: a mad Emperor-King and his enablers - the devastating impact of COVID-19 - protests and chaos triggered by police brutality.

3:00 a.m. - The White House - The unhinged King sits on the edge of his bed, alone. The only light, a flickering glow from several television monitors. Without orange makeup, his face a ghostly white. Transfixed, he stares at the pictures muttering 'tear it all down, tear it all down, tear it all down'.

Trump's guru, Steve Bannon's extreme ideology (destruction as a precursor to a golden age) contempt for science, reason, facts, institutions and professional experts; the pandemic.

There's a restless frenzy afoot. Demands that names of those whose past actions breach contemporary standards of correctness, be removed from any and all institutions, organizations, schools, hospitals, universities, street signs, statues.

Names that once represented (for some) revered leaders, heroes; while (for others) represent vile, despicable villains.

Who should decide what is torn down, defaced, vandalized, expunged, erased, suppressed; protesters? petitioners? politicians? mobs?

Frankly, nobody should.

Are these actions not a form of censorship!

And be replaced by what other names that may be shamed in future? Good luck finding one leader without flaws.

In reality, doesn't it depend on where you're from and which side you support, that ultimately decides who fits your definition of hero or villainous rogue?

From the very short list below, who would you select to label hero or villain?

Sir John A. Macdonald, Edward Colston, General Robert E Lee, Winston Churchill, Captain Vancouver, Henry Dundas, Queen Victoria, Louis Riel, King Leopold II, Christopher Columbus, Pope Pius XII, Joseph Stalin...the historic list of choices is endless.

Should the name on a statue, building or street sign ever justify civil unrest?

What has ever been achieved by erasing or whitewashing history and to what end?

What happened, happened.

Isn't it wiser to heed George Santayana's famous quote, "Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it".

These dead and long-gone 'hero/villains' (whatever your point of view) lived in another time and place, and presumably conducted themselves according to the norms/standards that existed at the time.

What extraordinary wisdom gives another generation the competence and knowledge to judge their actions, using very different contemporary norms and standards?

If any of them could go back (using a time-machine) how many would act differently and have the courage to buck the norms/standards back then...and deal with the consequences?

Shouldn't these names be left to represent a moral lesson for everyone to learn from the past?

                                                      Shakespeare also wrote, "What's in a name?"

A reference to his Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet bemoans Romeo's last name of Montague, her family's sworn enemies.

What did Juliet mean when she says, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose/By any other name would smell as sweet"?

The quotation is a profound one that suggests that names themselves do not hold worth nor meaning, and they simply act as labels to distinguish one thing or person from another.

                                             And, someone else wrote, "Walk a Mile in His Moccasins"

From a Mary T. Lathrap poem published in 1895, "Judge Softly"; later titled "Walk a Mile in His Moccasins".

This idiom means that you should try to understand someone before criticizing them.

The aforementioned poets perspective is a plea to leave these things to represent a moral lesson for everyone to learn from the past; a step in humanity's march forward.

                                                     A personal lesson about Canadian history

Monsieur Ronald studied Canadian history (a long time ago) while attending Provencher Collegiate Institute, located in  St. Boniface, Manitoba.

Provencher 'was' an all-boys catholic bilingual school. Thirty boys were enrolled in the French classes, thirty in the English classes.

The staff comprised lay teachers from Grades zero to five, and a mix of Jesuits (from Quebec) and religious brothers (from Canada and the US) teaching Grades six to twelve.

Our group initially learned Canadian history in French, from books written and published in Quebec.

From Grade nine on, we learned Canadian history in English, from books written and published in England and distributed  to schools from (very Anglo) Toronto.

We were surprised and astonished to discover the heroes and villains written about in the English version were the exact opposite from those depicted in the French version.

Somehow, in the span of nine years, heroes were magically transformed into villains and vice versa by bias and spin introduced by the authors. Which helps explain a lot about today's ongoing 'Two/Deux solitudes'...Quebec vs the 'Rest of Canada'.

However, this conundrum left us facing a serious problem. Since there was no actual "correct answer", which one would get us a pass on the final exam; the French or English version?

TRUTH: There's no such thing in any history book. The story is meant to remain elusive...because history is always written by the conqueror who is attempting to "assimilate"; silence the language, culture, traditions, beliefs, and history of the vanquished. The "winner" dictates the lasting narrative.

RESULT: Being exposed to two very different versions of Canadian history left those of us following 13-years of study, toil and trouble at Provencher Collegiate Institute, life-long skeptics about a lot of stuff; not the least of which is history and religion.

CONSEQUENCE: Monsieur Ronald firmly believes there should never be an attempt to bury, whitewash or censor the past; rather read everything available and form your own opinion.

                                                          And finally, dear reader, a new word...

Who called mad Emperor-King 'Crazy Pants' a 'COCKWOMBLE'?

Pardon monsieur, a what?

'COCKWOMBLE' (noun) - a person, usually a male, prone to making outrageously stupid statements and/or inappropriate behaviour while generally having a very high opinion of their own wisdom and importance. (synonym) - a shit-for-brains.

The people of Scotland popularized the word after Donald Trump congratulated them on voting for independence (Brexit).

Scotland actually voted to stay in the EU.

Monsieur Ronald is mighty proud to have Scottish (Macdonald of Clan Ronald) blood coursing through his veins and, therefore, can legitimately proclaim the 45th President of the Divided States to be a 'COCKWOMBLE' extraordinaire.


Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#210 THE SUMMER OF DISCONTENT (posted May 30, 2019)

                                                       Clear and present dangers...

As if dealing with COVID-19 isn't enough...

Just past midnight, May 29, 2020...

The mad Emperor-King gazes out of a White House window carefully watching the angry crowd shout his name.

The Praetorian Guard, in full riot-gear, form a human-barrier to stop the protestors advance beyond the chained- together 'bicycle barriers'.

The atmosphere; electric, tense, unpredictable.

Beyond the human security barrier, a recently constructed 15-foot wall surrounds the White House grounds.

Behind the wall, more heavily-armed Praetorian Guards prepared to shoot to kill - to protect the madman whose tweets helped spark nationwide protests of George Floyd's murder by police.

The Emperor-King's gaze turns away from the window to Fox News coverage of the mayhem occurring in several cities across America - mobs burn and loot, without police interference.

Mixed among the protesters - white supremacists, KKK, white nationalists, militias, racists, anarchists, Neo-Nazis and foreign agitators - hell bent on instilling fear; using crowd frenzy to create chaos.

Feeling secure inside the White House, protected by the Praetorian Guard, a smiling Emperor-King tweets a simmering powder keg of anger, hate and division explodes across the nation.

                                           Noteworthy for what is coming in America...

Ex-White House strategist Stephen Bannon's ideology/philosophy, embedded in Trump's brain: the destruction of the modern nation-state system's administrative structures...i.e., tear it all down.

Bannon was CEO of Trump's 2016 shock election victory and may be recalled to assist in digging 'Himself' out of a hole largely of 'His' own making.

Bannon is among the leaders of the ultra-hawkish advocacy group 'Committee on the Present Danger-China (CPD-C) recently resurrected in 2019.

Bannon's obsession with China's growing stature and his support of the alt-right (i.e., fascistic) positions on non-white immigration suggests he is tailor-made for the final months of Trump's 2020 effort to remain in the White House.

Bannon is close to White House chief of staff Mark Meadows and very close to Stephen Miller who is the quiet architect of Trump's immigration policies, Muslim travel bans, and coherent legitimizer of Trump's broadly white nationalist or white supremacist 'America First' views.

Nevertheless, the return of Bannon (unofficial or official) signals the intensification of the bare-knuckle methods and messaging that may make the 2016 campaign seem candy-floss mild by comparison.

Sadly, a lot of things have come unhinged in our neighbours' house in four years.

Should we plan for a flood of American immigrants asking for asylum in the Great White North?

Is it any wonder that alcohol, drug, guns and ammo sales increased by 55% in March?

Yet, a nation that can successfully launch a spacecraft into space with two men aboard one day later (May 30th), can hopefully find ways quickly to resolve their bitter divisiveness, before it's too late.

As if dealing with COVID-19 isn't enough!

Buckle up folks, it's going to be a rough summer.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#209 FROM MILLIONS TO BILLIONS TO TRILLIONS TO... (posted March 18, 2020)

And then, "It growed like Topsy" - a quote from the anti-slavery novel "Uncle Tom's cabin" by American author, Harriet Beecher Stowe, published in 1852. There's a legend this book triggered their civil war.

                                                        There was a time when...

 - Kings, Queens, Emperors and Tyrants, without sufficient 'wealth' in their treasury, were constrained from declaring war on their perceived enemies.

 - Governments required gold (stored in places like Fort Knox) to back up the value of their currency and treasury. This acted as a constraint from going into debt to pay for "things" war.

 - Individuals, companies, organizations and institutions who did not, or could not pay their debts, were dealt with by the courts.

And then someone-somewhere came up with an 'Eureka' work-a-round; a way to pay for stuff 'they' otherwise could not afford. A financial methodology; a 'shell game' effectively used to purposely confound and confuse that enabled 'passing-the-buck' on to others. A diabolical innovation; the birth of twin debt-monsters - Income Tax and Credit Cards.

Income Tax came into existence in Canada on July 25, 1917 - to pay for the First World War.

Income Tax came into existence in the US on August 5, 1861 - to pay for the American Civil War.

Noteworthy: The omni-present connection between war and Income Tax (to replenish treasury coffers).

The first universal Credit Card (which could be used at a variety of establishments) came into existence in 1950.

Inevitably, the twin-monsters caused debt to grow and grow - "It just growed like Topsy" - by millions, then billions, trillions and inevitably, sometime soon...quadrillions.

Confronting the sudden onslaught of the uncontrollable worldwide pandemic has made many citizens, companies and corporations no longer care about the exponentially growing debt, so long as "their" needs are cared for by governments.

And consequently, the way government has managed the crisis (so far) highlights the absence of any limits or constraints on the increasing debt-load and the crushing financial burden left for future generations.

And, therefore, dear reader there may be no better time than now for elected politicians to "seriously" consider the following notion...

                                                    The idea of a "Guaranteed Basic Income"

The idea has been floating around since 1516 (Thomas More, "Utopia") - provide everyone with the means to afford basic-needs. Then, the poor won't need to resort to stealing (to survive) and become criminals.

Those who advocate against such a utopian-concept might pause to consider this - once convicted, these "criminals" are housed in prisons, fed, and have all their health needs cared for...paid for by guess-who? The overtaxed middle-class taxpayer! That's better care than many seniors warehoused in nursing homes receive.

For decades, politicians and planners have argued over whether Canada should replace the existing social-safety-net, the federal employment insurance (EI) and provincial welfare programs, with a 'guaranteed basic income' aimed at lifting all Canadians out of poverty.

Thinkers on both the left and right have long embraced the belief that poverty is wrong and we should end it.

For the right, in cold economic terms, poverty is inefficient; an impoverished population is a drag on economic growth.

For the left, want in the midst of plenty, is immoral.

Ironically (and more or less by accident) the COVID-19 emergency demonstrates how easily and quickly a (temporary) version of a 'guaranteed basic income' can be implemented.

In only a few weeks, the creation of the Canada-Emergency-Response-Benefit (CERB) offers just about anyone dislocated by the current heath emergency $2,000 a month.

Proving that even in today's fractured political environment with a ruling minority government dependent on support from the other political parties, when pressed, elected politicians can work collaboratively and effectively to move legislation quickly through the people's house and get financial help into the hands of hard-pressed citizens.

It's predicted that going forward, tens of thousands of workers will be casualties, joining the ranks of the unemployed as a result of the pandemic's impact on thousands of self-employed, small and large businesses across the economic spectrum. And, at the same time the cost of just-about-everything will rise.

Given the public's (likely) current pre-disposition, there will never be a more opportune time for elected politicians to do something big, bold and beautiful; continue to work collaboratively and implement the creation of a permanent 'Universal Guaranteed Basic Income'...and damn the torpedoes!

From the devastation and upheaval caused by COVID-19 could there be a more laudable (worthily) goal than lifting all Canadians out of 2021? Unless that is you may have an alternative to suggest.

UMMM, pardon me monsieur Ronald, I'm totally confused.


Well, monsieur Ronald, you seem to be suggesting all government has to do to achieve the laudable-worthily goal is print more money.

Non, non, non, mon ami, that's the old fashioned way to do it.


It's much more sophisticated now. Today, "money" is created algorithmically in the Cloud...comprende?

No, monsieur Ronald, I do not comprende. It appears you're describing "manna falling from Heaven". 

Actually that's an appropriate descriptor.

The only difference between the manna of biblical times and now is government uses contemporary technology to create the "manna".

Think of it as just another form of the old "shell game" used for centuries by those who rule to confuse, confound and legally pick your pocket.

You mean we're being screwed...again?

You got that right! 

Any more questions?

No, thank you, monsieur Ronald. I now comprende and have a headache.  

                                        FOUR MAXINE-ISM'S TO BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY

1) "If you ain't laughin', you ain't livin'!"

2) "A household hint - stop dusting and you can use your coffee table for a message board"

3) "Most people you see in lingerie stores, you wouldn't want to see in lingerie"

4) "Even doctors make mistakes, mine asked me to undress"

In the meantime hang in there...Be calm. Be kind. Be caring. Be compassionate. Be considerate. Be safe.

Keep busy. Keep active. Don't let your mind or body atrophy.

We are all in this rickety life-raft together; just keep on rowin', smilin', singin', lovin' and hopin'.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#208 HMMM...SO WHAT HAPPENS NOW? (posted May 11, 2020)

                                                 LADY JUSTICE, IS ANYTHING BUT BLIND...

The Chinese justice system operates under the control of the Communist Party.

The Russian justice system operates under the control of 'Vlad the Invader'.

And now, the American justice system operates under the control of Emperor 'Crazy Pants'.

With the world's attention focused on the latest crisis (COVID-19), Trump's mentor, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, conducted the biggest military drill since the end of the cold war. A three-day combat training exercise involving 300,000 the Arctic.

The Russian "Defence" Ministry explained the "exercise" (started April 25th) was held "as a commemoration ahead of the 75th anniversary of the end of the Second World War".

Oh really?

Not really.

Perpetually skeptical monsieur Ronald, posits the actual message being conveyed by 'Vlad the Invaders' Defence Ministry, is rather a warning to NATO (particularly Canada and Norway) and to his compliant student, US Emperor/President/King (and self-proclaimed stable genius) Donald J. 'Crazy Pants' Trump.


Vlad wants Russia to be the military power in the Arctic region...full stop!

Humans (in pursuit of power) are the only species capable of destroying planet earth.

                                    MESSAGES...from "our" canary in the coal mine...

Mother Nature continually reminds humans..."destroying planet earth is not a survivable objective".

And every so often to get our undivided attention, SHE provides a 'whack on the side of the head'...delivering a clear and simple message "Keep doing what you're doing and you are all KAPUT".

Few national leaders pay serious attention to HER warnings about climate change.

So, SHE decides to "up-the-ante", sending a message nobody on the planet can ignore - COVID-19.

Mother's (stern) warning: There's no "going back" to the way things were, before.

Mother's (critical) question: Are you humans wise enough, nay scared enough now, to use this crisis as a wake up call, an opportunity for your leaders to join together in a spirit of mutual-survival, to redesign your world, the economy, the way you humans interrelate, live, work and protect your precious planet?

Otherwise, your inherent destructive destiny will be fulfilled.

Monsieur Ronald, you're an incorrigible DREAMER.


This pandemic has defined the really essential and frontline workers, vital for the core functions of the economy and society. Industries they support represent (but are not limited to) medical and healthcare, telecommunications, information technology systems, defence, food and agriculture, transportation and logistics, energy, water and wastewater, law enforcement and public works.

The "Great Lockdown" has identified that many of the frontline workers, who conduct a range of operations and services that are typically essential to continued critical infrastructure viability, comprise a large share of the labour force that is (on average) less educated, has lower wages, and has a higher representation of minorities.

This helps explain, in just one segment of the economy where they comprise the workforce, a staggering 82% of the COVID-19-related deaths in Canada involved residents of nursing homes and seniors residences.

Canadian leaders have a lot of work ahead to draft legislation to redress the disparities and injustice brought to light by the impact of the virus on the less-privileged but critically important workers in our society.

                                       MEANWHILE...AT THE WHITE HOUSE OF MIRRORS, NEXT DOOR

Despite the emphatic protestations of Emperor 'Crazy Pants', the world's richest country has been by far the worst at coping with the pandemic.

Although the US has less than 5% of the world's population, it currently accounts for about 24% of total confirmed COVID-19 deaths and 32% of all cases.

America's credibility and global leadership has been buffeted by imperial overreach (the Iraq war), a rigged economic system (the global financial crisis), political dysfunction (the incontinent presidency of Donald Trump, a gerrymandered Congress, a politicized Supreme Court, fractured federalism and captured regulatory institutions) and now, staggering incompetence in tackling COVID-19.

The cumulative blow is devastating, even if it is not yet fatal.

Trump is now goading his (guns and ammo toting) supporters into insurrection. Come November, even the basic democratic criterion of holding free and fair elections could end up being flouted.

Weak, fractured societies, no matter how rich, cannot wield strategic influence or provide international leadership - nor can societies that cease to remain models worthy of emulation.

Stay tuned.

                                                       WE HAVE NEVER NEEDED THIS MORE...

Eric Idle's song "Always look at the bright side of life", performed live at the 2012 Summer Olympics closing ceremony, reminds us all to remain stoic and maintain a "stiff upper lip" in the face of adversity.

So, sing will lift your spirits, you will smile and feel a lot better...

"When you're stuck on the world's stage,

With lots of loonies half your age,

And everything is starting to go wrong,

It's too late to run away,

You might as well just stay,

Especially when they play your silly song


"The only constant in life is change" - monsieur Ronald

Keep on smiling, stay safe and six feet apart.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#207 WHERE'S THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL? (posted April 24, 2020)


                                                     Regardless, always look on the bright side,

                                                     And remember that song we used to sing at wakes,

                                                    "Always look on the bright side of life, ta-dah, ta-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah".

                                                                  POEM DU JOUR

                                                     Spring has sprung,

                                                     The grass has rizz,

                                                     Wonder where the neighbours is?


                                               HOW ARE YOU HANDLING SELF-ISOLATION?

Bored? Going bananas? Cabin fever?

Perplexed trying to fathom/help the kids with their math online homework?

Self-barbering? (not that easy)

Banging pots and pans for one minute, precisely at 7:00 p.m.?

Talking to the appliances and flower pots?

Planting a vegetable 'Victory' garden?

Trying to bend the curve of your expanding waistline?

Bagpipe lessons annoying the family yet?

Waiting your turn for a government handout?

Household chores you've put off for decades?

Binging on television seeking shows to take your mind off...everything?

Are you a regular viewer of the American soap opera "Adventures in Cuckoo-Land", the ratings hit starring the host of "The Apprentice"?

America's Emperor-president-king personally controls every aspect and detail of the so-called "pandemic briefing" to ensure the show is all about 'Him', and to make 'His' loyal followers feel 'safe and secure' as they watch 'Himself' demonstrate 'His' uncanny mastery of everything about COVID-19 while constantly reminding them how great 'He' is.

The 'rabid' cult are constantly awestruck by their Emperor's brilliant stream of consciousness; the depth of an amazing medical comprehension, the wisdom in suggesting Americans should consider using some magical potions/lotions/elixirs he read about somewhere or watching Fox news.

What comes directly from his magnificent brain and out of 'His' big mouth to their ears, why not try...


Inject disinfectants like bleach or Lysol?

Or somehow introduce ultra-violet-light...directly into your body?

"What do you have to lose?" proclaims 'the greatest one ever'.

The medical experts in the room mutter silently "Your life, you moron".

Lately, "doctor" Trump has resorted to "demanding" the medical and scientific experts on the "pandemic task force", who have publicly disagreed with his preposterous medical malarkey, stand at the podium and "clarify" their comments in such a way as to conform with those of the 'Bullshitter-in-Chief'.  

Refusing to kowtow to the bully's pressure, only Doctor Anthony Fauci, standing tall (pun intended) at the podium, continues to tell it like it is...the truth and nothing but the the frustration of the onlooking "doctor" Trump.

Trump is bereft of any empathy or sympathy, thin-skinned, vengeful, unable to accept criticism, responsibility or accountability in handling a crisis.

Trump firmly believes his "knowledge" is superior to the scientists, doctors, researchers and economists advising him, and would rather rely on gut-instinct to guide his unpredictable decisions. Which makes him dangerous, really dangerous.

Trump is fond of saying "Like never before, I've done such an incredible job". Before what?

His former press secretary, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, proclaimed "God wanted him to be president". So did Vladimir Putin.

'Vlad the Invader" has cranked up his disinformation-machine in order to get his compliant student a second term.

                                                                    Ironic strange bedfellows

Trump, a thrice-married, swindling, profane, materialistic, self-styled playboy, serial liar and five-time draft dodger appeals to 80 million American Evangelicals. These are the same religious hypocrites who went apoplectic over Bill Clinton's indiscretions, who now capitulate to the most immoral president in living memory. Go figure?

Even scarier, according to an Economist/YouGovPoll (taken between April 19-21) 75% of Republicans trust Trump's medical advice while only 22% of Republicans trust Doctor Anthony Fauci.

Hopefully, Andrew Cuomo will allow his name to be entered as a write-in candidate for president and remove Emperor 'Crazy Pants'.

"You can't fix stupid but you can vote him out in November" - Amen to that!

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#206 BUCKLE UP FOLKS - IT'S ONLY MONTH TWO (posted April 5, 2020)

                                                       We certainly live in interesting times.

In times of crisis, natural leaders surface and incompetent frauds are exposed.

A current example: It's impossible to ignore the brilliant leadership on display daily of New York Governor, Andrew Cuomo, (calm demeanour, knowledgeable and clear explanations) compared to the ineptness of president, Donald Trump.

If the Democratic Party and their current front runner Joe Biden are wise, they will enlist Andrew Cuomo as their nominee.

In what is now certain to be a battle fought primarily on television, Cuomo possesses everything necessary to beat Trump.

Sadly, Joe is no longer up to the task.

Monsieur Ronald is asking...

Are you (already) going bonkers cooped up at home?

Has grocery shopping become your thrill of the week?

Are you desperately seeking innovative ways to pass the time? A new hobby perhaps? Psychiatry 101 online? Cooking lessons online? Reading War and Peace online? Having a face to face conversation, not online?

Has time lost all meaning for you?

Do you even care what day of the week it is?

Are you contemplating doing something really radical (like growing a full beard) career ambitions be damned?

Assuming it's still open, are you comfortable wearing a mask when entering your bank?

Are you (already) so bored and desperate that you eagerly await the daily pandemic briefings on both sides of the border?

                                                         In The Great White North...

Canadians gather round their electronic hearth in the morning to listen and watch their Prime Minister, Premiers and medical experts update citizens on the latest COVID-19 news.

                                       And on the other side of the (currently) undefended border...

Americans gather round their electronic hearth in the afternoon to listen and watch the Bullshitter-in-Chief attempt to read scripted remarks, ad libbing incoherent, incomprehensible personal comments on a variety of subjects he knows less than nothing about.

                                                       Just in case you missed it... 

The Monday, March 30th, White House "pandemic briefing" was another bizarro spectacle.

It included a gaggle of business leaders who used the opportunity to promote their products (a free nationally-televised infomercial) and to explain how they intend to help eradicate the deadly virus.

The 'Greatest One' invited his friend, Mike Lindell (the MyPillow guy) to the podium to speak first and set the tone for the others.

It was apparent MyPillow-Mike was nervous and especially awestruck being in the presence of 'Himself'. He gushed...

"God gave us grace on November 8, 2016, to change the course we were on. Taken out of our schools and lives, a nation turned its back on God.

I encourage you to get back in the Word, read our Bibles and spend time with our families.

Our president gave us so much hope. Where just a few short months ago we had the best economy, the lowest unemployment, and wages going up, it was amazing.

With our great president, vice president and this administration and all the great people in this country praying daily, we will get through this and get back to a place that's stronger and safer than ever."

Hallelujah, praise the greatest president in the history of America, nay the world...and for the most comfortable pillow you will ever own, use promo code G12; buy one get one free. Amen.

Mickey the Pence standing next to his adored president beamed with religious fervour...praise the Lord...but where's the ammunition (ventilators, masks, tests, etc.) to fight this virus?

Thankfully, at every one of the "pandemic briefings" medical experts like Dr. Anthony Fauci and others are available to clarify and explain reality and facts about the deadly scourge.

Unfortunately, the ever present self-proclaimed 'stable genius' overseeing proceedings, can't resist interrupting the doctors, seizing back the microphone to demonstrate his extensive knowledge and experience of all matters which results in confusing the critical messaging the experts are trying to convey to the public.

Anyone openly disagreeing with Trump, quietly disappears; fired for doing their job!

This president is incapable of answering relevant questions from the White House press corps without lashing out and blowing a gasket; casting those who dare ask as the enemy and purveyors of fake news.

What the daily pandemic briefings expose for the world to see - the leader of the free world cannot keep his emotions/anger in check, and whose bloated arrogance, conceit, haughtiness, pride and vanity indicates an inability to lead in a crisis, any crisis.

As each day passes, the lead actor in this Greek tragedy exhibits behaviour that is more and more disturbed, scattered, strange, erratic, weird, unhinged and dangerous.

This White House acquiesced to the demands from the NRA, adding firearm makers, retailers and shooting ranges "essential", giving them the same status as hospitals and pharmacies. Absolutely crazy batshit nuts!

By contrast Canada's list of "critical essentials' includes liquor and pot outlets. Vive la difference.

Have you got a stash of underwear? You don't want to be left with your knickers in a knot do you?

Pourquoi Monsieur Ronald?

We learned last week there may be a shortage.

Really? Yep.

'Jockey' shorts in the U.S. and Stanfield's in Canada announced they are converting a portion of their manufacturing lines from making long johns, briefs, bloomers, butt-huggers, knickers and drawers in order to produce needed protective equipment and clothing for front-line health workers...praise the Lord, that's ammunition!

Winston Churchill was fond of saying "You can always count on Americans to do the right thing after they have tried everything else"

Ergo: Are American voters (now) wise enough to rid the world of Donald Trump before it's too late?

                                                                         FOOD FOR THOUGHT

What if - Emperor 'Crazy Pants' suddenly decides to invoke his 'magical mythical powers' and postpones the November election (indefinitely), using the ongoing pandemic crisis as the excuse?

What if - What Uncle Bernie has been preaching and dreaming about for years, actually happens?

That - the "system" is undergoing a massive overhaul now; an evolution caused by current events and there's no going back?

That - 'Socialism' is no longer considered a 'dirty word' as individuals, small business and corporations large and small, line up to receive a taxpayer handout/bailout to survive?

That - into the foreseeable future the "new normal" is democratic-socialism writ large?


How many jobs will exist when this is over?

We should find out in about 18 months when a vaccine is available.

                                                      We are certainly living in interesting times.

Stay safe, stay home, look after each other and wash your hands 50 X a day.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#205 UNCHARTED TIMES (posted March 28, 2020)

When this crisis ends...and what the world will look like when it anybody's guess.

The future has never felt so "unknowable".

What appears likely, the routines and rhythms of daily life, previously considered "normal" a mere two months ago, are gone.

Those of us with enough "mileage" to remember the Great Depression and WWII, maintain vivid memories of the stress, shortages, rationing, sacrifices and misery experienced by people the world over.

This time, we are in a war but bereft of leaders. No Franklin Delano Roosevelt or Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill to lead in the fight against the invisible enemy that could kill us all.

These two great 20th-century wartime leaders have been succeeded by two comic book characters.

America's President, Donald John Trump "Cadet Bone-Spurs never reporting for duty", whose daily 'Bullshit Baffles Brains' briefings are beyond absurd, and his UK sidekick Prime Minister, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson "Bonking Boris" (no kidding that's his name).

Neither of these clowns possesses the humility to even accept the advice of medical professionals; the only trustworthy sources of information in dealing with a pandemic.

                                        AND NOW...A SEQUE...TO TEMPORARILY TAKE YOUR MIND OFF ALL THE BAD STUFF

The first Olympic Games (The Ancient Games), considered a pagan festival, were staged in Olympia, Greece, in 776 BC.

In Ancient Greece, athletes didn't worry about sponsorship, protection, or fashion - they competed naked. Yes, indeed, buck naked. (The International Association of Nudists and many, many others...mostly males but not exclusively...continue to vigorously lobby the please, please bring this honourable "tradition" back and guarantee your television audience will increase exponentially).

Back then, the games lasted five or six months. (Now that's what's called...a real party!)

"The Olympic Truce" (ancient Greek meaning "laying down of arms") was announced before and during the Olympic Games, to ensure the host city state was not attacked and athletes and spectators could travel safely to the Games and peacefully return to their respective countries. In other words, a suspension of war.

A very sane idea that should be made an IOC condition for awarding and holding future Games.

The first "modern Olympics" were staged in Athens, Greece, in 1896.

The five rings of the Olympic symbol - designed by Baron Pierre de Coubertin, co-founder of the modern Olympic Games - represent the five continents of the world.

The six colours - blue, yellow, black, green, red and white background - were chosen because every nation's flag contains at least one of them.

The official languages of the games are English and French, complemented by the language of the host country.

"Tarzan" competed in the Olympics - Johnny Weissmuller, an athlete-turned-actor who played Tarzan in 12 movies, won five gold medals in swimming in the 1920's.

From 1912-1948, artists participated in the Olympics - Painters, sculptors, architects, writers, and musicians competed for medals in their respective fields. Another idea worth resurrecting, n'est-ce-pas?

The Olympic Games have been hosted by 23 different countries.

The following sports are (sadly?) not part of the Olympics anymore - solo synchronized swimming, tug of war, rope climbing, hot air ballooning (a sport taken over by politicians), duelling pistol, tandem bicycle, swimming obstacle race, plunge for distance (whatever that is) and live pigeon shooting. This latter "sport?" was a one-shot of the 1900 Olympics in Paris...curiously, the same year women were "allowed" to compete in the Olympics...coincidence?

The modern Olympics were cancelled during the First and Second World War.

One of several event-casualties of the current pandemic is the postponement of the 2020 Tokyo Olympic Games.

The current plan: to stage the Games in 2021, but still refer to them as the 2020 Games...weird.

By then, if we all pull together and follow the advice of the medical professionals, this virus can be vanquished, and the biggest sporting event on the planet can become a welcome and much needed 'victory celebration' for the world...provided the clowns get out of the way.

In the meantime, stay safe, look after each other and please share your stash of toilet paper.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#204 WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? (posted March 8, 2020)

                       In the space of "one" short month, the bottom fell out of human "normalcy" big time...

No more handshakes,

No more hugs,

No more toilet paper,

No more gatherings,

No more crowds,

No more travelling,

No more kissing,

No more sharing,

No more fans/audiences at games,

No more meetings,

No more touching,

No more high fives,

No more social interaction...

Because we're under attack from a super bug, COVID-19.

                                                               NEW RULES DU JOUR

Bowing is good, but touching is a no-no,

Carrying an alcohol-based hand sanitizer is good (if you can buy one),

Coughing, only into your sleeve, please,

Washing your hands for 20 seconds, 50 times a day is good,

Try to not touch your face (it's harder than you think),

Regular cleaning and disinfecting surfaces that people touch frequently is good (such as toilets, doorknobs, handrails, phones, keyboards, etc.) with regular household cleaners or diluted bleach,

Stay home if you're feeling sick...

Because we're under attack from a super bug, COVID-19.

                                                                  MARCH MADNESS

                                                     What scares you most these days?

Emperor 'Crazy Pants' and his silent partner 'Vlad the Invader',


CRA forms,

Cruise ships,

Chinese, Italian, Korean, Seattle restaurants,

Corona beer from Mexico,

Republican Evangelicals or Evangelical republicans,

Climate change,

Strangers wearing masks,

Seasonal flu X 2,

Illegal protests, blockades, anarchy,

The stock market,

CRA audits,

The economy,

Public toilets,

Panic (as in buying stuff)


                                                                    FEELING ANXIOUS?

Not to worry...the self-proclaimed medical savant, Emperor 'Crazy Pants', believes he and his expert-delegate 'Mickey the Pence', have everything under control.

'His Imperial Highness of Perfectness' boasted to reporters during a tour of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta, where he met actual doctors and scientists who are feverishly scrambling to contain and combat the deadly illness..."I really get this stuff. I really get it."

Citing "a great super-genius uncle, who taught at MIT", he professed, "It must run in the family genes. People are really surprised I understand this stuff every one of these doctors said, 'How do you know so much about this?' Maybe I have a natural ability."

"Maybe" indeed, but it's not in science, medicine, history, geography, morality, the constitution, the law and much of everything else...with the exception of umm, umm, do you spell lying as in not telling the truth?...LYING! 

Rumours continue to circulate that his doctorate in perpetual B.S. was awarded by that phantasmagorical college of illusory knowledge, Trump University, whose motto was "It's worse than you think".

The medical professionals standing around "him" could only roll their eyes and smile uncomfortably.

Feeling better and more secure now, realizing a delusional incompetent boorish fraudster and his ass-kissing religious fanatic stooge are in charge of containing a pandemic?

                                                                    LEAP YEAR 2020

                                            Ever wonder who invented Leap Year...and why?

"Leap Day" dates back to the year 46 B.C.. Back then, Julius Caesar, took the advice of the learned astronomer, Sosigenes of Alexandria, who knew from Egyptian experience that the solar year was "approximately" 365.25 days in length.

So, to account for that residual quarter of a day, an extra day - a "leap day" - was added to the calendar every four years.

Ergo #1: The new "Julian" calendar was used throughout the Roman Empire.

Ergo #2: If you are 84 and born on February 29, this year you celebrated your 21st birthday.

Which brings us to...'The Ides of March'; March 15th.

The unlucky day Julie was bumped off by his "friends" and the day in which the Roman Calendar marked several religious observances and especially notable as the deadline-day for "settling debts".

One might surmise this is the genesis which gave politicians the idea to tax our incomes and the major reason why we ordinary folk are so much more miserable in March; attempting to fathom a mountain of incomprehensible CRA forms, filing tax returns to enable governments to legally pick our pockets.

                                                                     Random Observations

 - 'Tax Day' - is the day ordinary folks send their money to Ottawa and wealthy folks send their money to the Cayman Islands. Do you find it somewhat curious that CRA agents spend their time primarily chasing after the ordinary folks?

 - "The art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to obtain the largest amount of feathers with the least amount of hissing"            Jean-Baptiste Colbert

 - On filing tax returns - "This is too difficult for a mathematician. It takes a philosopher" - Albert Einstein

Happy International Women's Day everybody.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#203 DID YOU KNOW STUFF (posted Feb. 17, 2020)


The first Valentine's Day was in the year 496, and is thought to have originated from a Roman festival.

The Romans had a festival called 'Lupercalia' in the middle of February - officially the start of their springtime.

The first recorded association of Valentine's Day with romantic love is believed to be in the poem 'Parliament of Fowls' (1382) by Geoffrey Chaucer. Honouring the first anniversary of the engagement of fifteen-year old King Richard II of England to fifteen-year old Anne of Bohemia. 


There's a part of the Great White North that mirrors the festival of 'Lupercalia' where by mid-February; sap is flowing, shoots are sprouting and flowers begin to bloom.

A place where, while the ROC (Rest of Canada) and much of the US is still in the cold clutches of winter, residents enjoy springlike temperatures.

An idyllic haven that has been awarded (by the distinction of being "Canada's most romantic city" for seven consecutive years. Ummm...until this year, when the romance ranking plummeted to 10th place...prompting local Burgermeister's to cry "foul play is afoot".

The 2020 top spot was awarded to the 'Paris of the Oil Patch', Fort McMurray, Alberta. 

Outraged members of the local Chamber of Commerce & Tourism Association demanded an immediate recount, claiming the result "preposterous" and rigged (as in oil-rigged).

Fort McMurrayites, including four thousand Newfoundlanders, countered with "Make sparks fly next Valentine's Day, book your cozy Igloo while they last". Town council unanimously adopted the official 2021 Valentine's Day slogan; the immortal words of Mae West "Is that an icicle in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

The aforementioned 'little slice of heaven', located precisely 58km South of the 49th parallel, is the capital of 'La-La Land, B.C.', where 'Protests-du-Jour' begin and spread across the Great White North, like a human-to-human transmitted virus, and from where the ROC (Rest of Canada) first heard the word 'Wet'suwet'en' that lit a fuse on a powder keg of grievances.

The length of the fuse is unpredictable.


A handshake is a globally widespread, brief greeting or parting tradition in which two people grasp one of each other's hands, in most cases accompanied by a brief up-and-down movement of the grasped hands.

The history of the handshake dates back to the 5th century B.C. in Greece. It was a symbol of peace, showing that neither person was carrying a weapon. Some say that the shaking gesture of the handshake started in Medieval Europe. Knights would shake the hand of others in an attempt to shake loose any hidden weapons.


A hug is a form of endearment, universal in human communities, in which two or more people put their arms around the neck, back, or waist of one another and hold each other closely. If two or more people are involved, it is referred to as a group hug.

Depending on the culture, a hug can indicate support, comfort, and consolation, particularly where words are insufficient.

It is a custom in French, Spanish and Latin American cultures for male friends to hug as well as slap each other on the back in a joyous greeting.

A similar hug, usually accompanied by a kiss on the cheek, is also a custom among Western women at meeting or parting.

Hugging has been proven to have health benefits increasing levels of oxytocin and reduce blood pressure.

The origins of the word are unknown. The verb "hug" was first used in the 1560's related to the Old Norse word "hugga, which meant comfort.

1000 years ago, the first white people to reach North America's shores, the Norse (Vikings), established a temporary settlement at L'Anse aux Meadows, Newfoundland.

As was their custom, they likely would have attempted a "hugga" greeting on meeting the first Indigenous People to come in contact with Europeans, the Beothuk People of Newfoundland.

That contact tragically set the stage for their eventual extinction.

                                                          IF ALL ELSE FAILS...LAUGH

When caught between a rock and a hard place, flailing about in a proverbial irreconcilable conflict 'flapdoodle', citizens expect/hope common sense from their elected politicians to prevail.

The "Conflict Du Jour" has the potential of causing a constitutional crises without precedent in Canadian history.

This 'flapdoodle' of competing self-interest agendas pits

 - elected aboriginal leaders against hereditary aboriginal leaders (the Wet'suet'en)

 - federal elected leaders against provincial elected leaders

 - provincial elected leaders against each other

 - provincial elected leaders against provincial aboriginal leaders

 - federal and provincial parties against each other

 - federal, provincial and aboriginal elected leaders against hereditary aboriginal leaders

 - protesters against protesters

In this witches' brew of political madness "reconciliation" is impossible.

While platoons of "leaders" and protestors practise their political knavery, who, if any among them, represents the majority...the ignored-law-abiding-taxpayer, many of whom are surviving pay check to pay check.

With no practical resolution in sight, the national economy grinds slowly downward into the proverbial crapper - no offence to Thomas Crapper who did many humans a great favour, by inventing the flush toilet.

Optimists may be alone in believing this ragtag crowd can or will reconcile the rancour.

When all else fails there's always delusion.

The Prime Minister's comment "the situation is worrisome" boggles the mind. For law-abiding taxpaying citizens, it's a hell of lot more serious than "worrisome". 

"My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger" - Billy Connolly

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#202 DOUBLE, DOUBLE TOIL & TROUBLE (posted Feb. 11, 2020)

                                "When the president does it, that means it is not illegal" - Richard Milhous Nixon

And it came to pass.

Mitch McFudge-it and his senatorial followers decided to make Donald J. Trump, the first Emperor of the divided American Empire.

The republican-controlled senate concluded all actions taken by their president are "in the national interest" and, therefore, cannot be deemed "illegal".

The verdict, arrived at during the impeachment "trial", means a president cannot break the law, as long as the office-holder believes the action is "in the public interest". An absurd and abhorrent argument pushed by Trump's legal team.

The sham-trial bothered the conscience of a single republican senator, Mitt Romney, who bravely ignored the wrath of his president and party to vote "guilty" to the first article of impeachment. 

A monomaniacal version of "the public interest" argument used by authoritarians like Putin, Erdogan, al-Assad, Jung-Un.

Emboldened, Emperor 'Crazy Pants' immediately began another phase of his rule...revenge - retaliation - retribution - purge:

As "enemies of the people", acts against the president are acts against the state and considered treason, subject to prosecution.

For example, "enemies of the people":

Anyone who dared tell the truth during the impeachment,

Anyone who uses unflattering words against the Emperor,

Anyone who insults the Emperor,

Anyone who improperly treats the image of the Emperor.


                                                 WORDS THAT ONCE STOOD FOR SOMETHING 

Many readers will know the most quoted words inscribed on the Statue of Liberty are from a poem written by New York-born Emma Lazarus in 1883, titled 'The New Colossus':

"Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

However, most readers will not know...a top US immigration official has revised the quote inscribed on the Statue of Liberty, in defence of a new policy that denies even food aid to "legal" migrants.

Effective October 15, 2019, the head of US Citizenship and Immigration Services formally added these new words to the inscription "who can stand on their own two feet and who will not become a public charge".

Ken Cuccinelli announced a new public-charge-law requirement that limits "legal" migrants from seeking certain public benefits such as public housing or food aid, or are considered likely to do so in future.

Mr. Cuccinelli stated immigrants are welcome "who can stand on their own two feet, be self-sufficient, pull themselves up by their bootstraps, again, as in the American tradition".

Asked if the policy appears to change the definition of the American dream, he said "We invite people to come here and join us, as a privilege. No one has a right to become an American who isn't born here as an American".

It's stunning, in only four years our neighbour's house has become unrecognizable.

Mike Bloomberg can depose this Emperor.


                                                        TROUBLE BREWING CHEZ NOUS

Have you noticed our PM returned from the Christmas break transformed (by his image-makers) from a young matinee idol into a Rasputin lookalike?

Are "they" trying to convince voters salt and pepper facial hair will magically transform him into a more experienced and wise leader?

Good luck with that.

(Factoid: Justin is the first sitting-Canadian-PM in over a hundred years to sport a beard)

Wow, that's big-time transformative magic.

Our PM is touring Africa and the Middle East while Wet'suwet'en solidarity protests in support of pipeline opponents, are sprouting all over the country.

Despite injunctions and arrests, protesters are blocking roads, bridges, the legislature, the Port of Vancouver, rail lines in Ontario and Quebec with no end to civil disobedience in sight.

Two oil-laden trains have "mysteriously" derailed.

These emotionally charged protests have the potential to cause a serious and extreme outbreak of conflict; between warring factions, law abiding citizens and damage an already fragile economy.

Time for the PM to concentrate on the powder keg at home.

"Double, double toil and trouble" (Macbeth) - William Shakespeare

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

 #201 STUFF THAT SUCKS (posted January 23, 2020)


Elucidation required?

Nope. For confirmation one only need look out the window.


Blue Monday is the name given to the third Monday in January, claimed to be the most depressing day of the year.

In 2005, Dr. Cliff Arnall worked out how a variety of factors come together in perfect sync in the Northern Hemisphere on this day every year.

Doctor Cliff's "magical" formula used many factors including weather conditions, debt levels, time since Christmas, time since failing new year's resolutions, low motivational levels and other snake oil elixirs mixed together to arrive at his determination.

Rumours he was paid by travel agencies to publish his conclusion in January, have been vociferously denied.

Dr. Blues then attempted to compensate by declaring his formula was also able to precisely determine that the happiest day(s) of the year in the Northern Hemisphere are June 21 to 24.

Which brings us to...


Our southern neighbour has (or had) three branches of government created to provide checks and balances against an elected President becoming a King or a Dictator.

Impeachment is supposed to guard against the abuse of presidential power.

Fact: 'Crazy Pants' is impeached. what happens next?

He is given a trial in the Senate to determine whether he will be removed from office.

OK...if he loses who replaces him?

The VP, Mickey the Pence and his one and only Mrs. P. (who will function as the "real" president).

Evangelicals are praying 'Crazy Pants' gets turfed.

Will that outcome make a difference?

Many suggest it will actually make matters worse, i.e. "better the devil you know".

How's the trial going?

Well, the way it's set up by the guy who controls the Senate, Mitch McFudge-it, this trial is beyond weird; no witnesses, no documents and a predetermined outcome by a jury made up of 53 Republicans of 100 senators.

Monsieur Ronald, this suggests the trial is a sham.

You got that right.

How could this happen in the so-called best democracy on the planet?

Here's how...

Senate Republicans behave like the functionaries of an authoritarian political system in which words have no meaning and actions have no consequences, at least for their powerful leader, Emperor 'Crazy Pants'.

With the complicity of the Republican Senate majority, 'Crazy Pants' is hence claiming the right to violate even the most basic requirement of his office, and to vastly expand what constitutes acceptable presidential conduct...complete freedom from scrutiny for his conduct.

"Ignorance and power is the most ferocious enemy of justice"

Democratic trial managers led by Adam Schiff are doing a masterful job making a strong case to remove 'Crazy Pants' immediately, despite the gross constraints imposed by Mitch McFudge-it to fix the outcome.

If the fix is in, can anything salvage a disaster?

The case made by Democrat trial managers "could/may/might" channel enough "public anger" at the injustice of this sham, to result in a Democratic seizure of the Senate in the Fall and remake a broken institution as an instrument of public good rather than a rubber-stamp legislature for the would-be authoritarian in the White House.

Otherwise, come next January, citizens of the Great White North could be living next door to a dictatorship ruled by an unstable Emperor.


We've all encountered (at some time or other) "persons" who believe themselves to be immortal. Who also believe they know everything and are convinced anyone over thirty is "old", incompetent and irrelevant.

Before you smile knowingly, that was once you and me...a long time ago.

Remember...we were the "Teenagers" then.

That time in our lives when we couldn't wait to get older and morph into an "adult".

An "adult", living a fantasy life, enjoying "freedom" from the grossly unfair and mean constraints imposed by those incompetent, irrelevant, "old" people, who knew nothing of our "struggles".

Ironically, we weren't even smart enough to understand our "wish" would too soon come true.

It took us "smart-ass-teenagers" by surprise to all of a sudden realize we didn't know much of anything facing us in real life.

That it would take a lifetime to comprehend the "smartest thing" is to use each and every "precious" day to learn something you don't know.

Because getting really-old sneaks up on you suddenly and fast.

Two words of advice for anyone on the precipice of old-age...brace yourself.

Getting old is worse than you think. It sucks big-time and nothing you have ever learned or experienced can adequately prepare you to deal with it.

Comedian George Burns lived to 100 and offered this:

"Old age is when you resent the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated because there are fewer articles to read"

John Mortimer - "There is no pleasure worth forgoing just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward"

Anonymous - "Grandpa, it's really wonderful that after 62 years, you still call Grandma darling, beautiful and honey".       "Sweetheart, truth is Grandpa forgot Grandma's name five years ago and now I'm scared to ask her"

However, do not despair, there are advantages to getting older, here are a few...

People get out of the way when you drive down the street.

Your secrets are safe because your friends can't remember them.

Things that you buy now will not wear out.

You can watch for the obituaries of people you don't like.

Your spouse still snores, but you can't hear it.

You are less likely to be subjected to a strip search.

Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.

Your grandchildren are impressed that you lived in the twentieth century.

Kidnappers and stalkers are not very interested in you.

If you wake up in the morning it's a good day regardless.

You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.

Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Isn't that the darnedest time for a guy to get those odds?

Your doctor stops telling you to slow down.

Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.

You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks in the room.

And finally, you are proud you can sing along with elevator music.

And it's worth remembering:

As we navigate the bumpy/lumpy highway of life, some things suck...get used to it and get over it.

This week the world lost one of the Monty Python Flying Circus troupe greats; writer, director, performer, presenter, historian, brilliant children's author, Terry Jones.

Let's all join his colleagues in singing Eric Idle's famous sendoff..."Always look on the bright side of life..."

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

IT WAS REALLY "QUITE BUMPY" (posted Dec. 28, 2019)

Monsieur Ronald's fingers (aka his ten "pinkies") struggle ever-more with computer keys. Arthritis; the enemy of dexterity is making work on the (200th) article somewhat difficult.


The white-bearded old man in the tattered white robe staggers to the side of the crib.

He is scarred, bruised and bedraggled.

His trembling hands hold an ancient hourglass.

He looks down at the baby. A faint smile (of relief) crosses his weather-worn visage.

As the last bits of sand pass through the narrow glass neck, he slowly turns the timepiece upside-down and gently places it into the tiny upheld hands; whispering "It's now your turn little lad...good luck. I'm outta here...!"

                                                                 FESTIVE SEASON CELEBRATIONS 

Did you celebrate "Festivus" on December 23rd?


"Festivus", the word that was popularized in the 166th episode of the NBC sitcom "Seinfeld". The term has come to describe yet another way humans celebrate "the annual festive season".

                                                     MEANWHILE IN THE "CITY OF GARDENS"...

Genteel ladies and gentle men of the Monarchist League (Victoria Branch), dressed to the nines, shuffle their way through the side entrance of the grand old storied hotel "The Empress".

Mere yards away and kitty-corner to the chateau-style hotel sits another architectural marvel, designed by Francis Rattenbury, the British Columbia Parliament buildings (The Leg., as it's known locally).

On the front lawn of "the Leg.", Queen Victoria looks down (sternly) from her stone perch. Her subjects look up wondering, why the look?

These two imposing structures welcome visitors to the impressive Inner Harbour of B.C.'s capital city. The vista offers a memorable glimpse back to another place and time. A place where British monarchs reigned and Francis Rattenbury was murdered (at age 67) by his second wife's lover.

The "Empress" manager (appropriately attired in a formal Prince Albert black frock and white gloves) greets the Queen's adoring flock and ushers them into the sophisticated lounge of his hotel; where traditional afternoon tea on fine china has been served since 1908.

NB: "Sophisticated" refers to tea-prices - from $82-$122 (per) includes a three-tier stand filled with goodies. Considered by tourists to be a real "bar-goon" for the quintessentially Victoria experience. 

Scones, pastries, clotted creams and strawberry preserves with fresh lavender from the rooftop herb garden. Original blended teas and the exceptionally rare "Tong Mu Phoenix Lapsang Souchong" blend. All certified by the "Ethical Tea Partnership".

The room decor, gentle piano sounds and subdued conversation, establishes the perfect ambiance to dream of long-gone Edwardian times.

Chapter President, Mrs. Fionulla Guilded-Sleeves, the third, (the third Mrs. Guilded-Sleeves) rises to address the gathering...

"Members, we are in this grand room to once again hear our Queen deliver her annual address. Please stand, if you are able, for the singing of 'God save the Queen'.

As tea and goodies are consumed, much gossip is exchanged..."My neighbour, Mrs. Balwin-Smyth, who knows the Reverend's wife, told me the reverend told her, he swore he saw the Duke and Duchess of Sussex jogging on a trail in North Saanich. He was walking their dog. He stood at attention, gap-jawed, as they ran passed. Now it may not be true. There's been so much speculation about where they are vacationing in Canada, he may have imagined it. He's quite old you know."

The time of the broadcast draws near. Excitement and anticipation fills the room.

Since 1957, the Queen has sat down at the end of each year to deliver her verdict on the 12 months just gone, but only ever tacitly acknowledges the history-defining events that shape a turbulent world. It is a masterful annual display of wink-wink, nudge-nudge genre of communication.  

In 1992, following the marriage breakdowns of Prince Charles, Prince Andrew and Princess Anne, the publication of a tell-all book by Princess Diana, the Sarah Ferguson Toe-sucking saga and a fire at Windsor Castle, the Queen gently confronted the elephant in the room..."As some of you may have heard me observe, it has, indeed, been a sombre annus horribilis."

Like the rest of us...a normal human family...nothing to really see here.

This Christmas, via a five-minute television broadcast, the public got a glimpse into what the 93-year old monarch thinks of the antics that have shattered a decade of relative royal stability.

In Queen-speak, the phrase "quite bumpy" was a rare and blunt public acknowledgement that all has not been well inside the royal family.

As their monarch stared directly into the eyes of her loyal subjects in the stately Empress tea room, the mood darkened. The silence deafening.

Bookended by nasty car crashes - literally and figuratively - 2019 did not quite reach "annus horribilis" status but the House of Windsor sailed dangerously close.

The assembled monarchists took solace in the words of the Queen's press secretary from 1988 to 2000, Dickie Arbiter, "The monarchy has evolved over 1000 years. It has had all sorts of circumstances running against it, but it has survived. It survived 1992, it survived the abdication in 1936, it survived 2019." They can always count on "good old Dickie" to cheer them up.

Among the casualties of 2019, Prince Andrew is radioactive and likely spent Christmas in the Tower.

And who'd of thunk it...a once unloved figure, the Prince of Wales is now emerging from his mother's shadow and growing in public popularity. He has displayed rare stability and authority over a turbulent 12 months for those around him.

Joy returned to the Victoria Monarchist League folks when intrepid reporters from the Victoria Times Colonist reported, Prince Harry, Meghan Markle and baby Archie are vacationing in Greater Victoria.

A TC report confirmed by the owners of the swankiest and most exclusive French restaurant in the area, "The Deep Cove Chalet", in North Saanich, that the royals are in the area.

Security for the Duke and Duchess of Sussex called the restaurant to make a reservation for Harry and Meghan. Co-owner and executive chef, Pierre Koffle (from France) answered the phone. Pierre is well known (by his regular customers) for his "unusual" eccentricity. Having heard the security demands, he promptly turned down the request for a reservation and hung up.

Co-owner and Pierre's wife, Bev Koffle, remarked "Anyhow, you know what Pierre's like. We'll see what happens" she laughed, adding she wants them to enjoy their time here.

Only a cheeky French man would tell royals to take a hike...n'est-ce-pas?

Wonder who is picking up "L'addition" for this royal vacation?

May we all enjoy a better 2020.

Happy New Year.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory   

#199 MERRY CHRISTMAS SUCKERS! (posted December 14, 2019)

(This is an update or followup to Views article #198)

What's the difference between lying, misleading and deceiving? Not much.


In a daring act of fearlessness, chastened PM 'Sunny Ways' finally got around to issuing "mandate letters" to his retooled cabinet on...wait for it...December 13th...yes folks...that 13th...Friday the 13th.

"Fearless Fosdick" would be impressed (look it up, young'uns).

The fear of Friday the 13th is called, "Friggatriskkaidekaphobia" or "Paraskevidekatriaphobia".

Really? say that 10 times really fast.

In Western superstition, Friday the 13th is considered an unlucky day. 

Friday the 13th occurs during any month that begins on a Sunday. Who knew?

The Leader of the minority government decided to throw caution to the wind and "go for it"...issue the mandate letters on the unluckiest day of the month preceding the "festive season"; the one time of year when custom demands gifts are exchanged.

Of all the days in December why would Justin pick the unluckiest one; and unlucky for whom?

What will middle class taxpayers find in their Christmas stocking?

What little goodie (purchased with our money) could make middle class taxpayers somewhat joyful?

The excitement has been building since the election.

Middle Class Taxpayers (in particular) have been waiting to find out about a new ministry called, "Middle Class Prosperity".

Has our fearless leader found, among the ranks of the elected, a "very special someone", whose competence and skill set is so extraordinary, she can make the middle class prosperous?

Will "Wonder Woman" make Happy Days dawn (at last) across the Great White North?

The mandate letter will tell us, right? really depends.

On what?

On how "sophisticated" your sense of humour and/or sense of irony...really is.

Whether you bothered to read Minister Mona Fortier's mandate letter (in either or both official language), it's impossible not to miss a striking similarity with the mandate given to the British "Minister of Silly Walks", the Very Extraordinary and Honourable, John Cleese.

Monty Python would be impressed (look it up).

According to the mandate letter assigned to the "Minister of Middle Class Prosperity"...

Madame Mona is tasked to lead work at Finance Canada to better incorporate "quality of life measurements into government decision-making and budgeting, drawing on lessons from other jurisdictions such as New Zealand and Scotland."

To ensure that her department has the "analytical and advisory capabilities that it needs to support and measure the impact of an economic agenda focused on growing the middle class and those people working hard to join it."

She will help Finance Minister 'Wiley' Morneau ensure that the government's "overall economic and fiscal plan is built into cabinet decision-making."

And on and on it reads...more meaningless "blah - blah - blah - blah" blather.

If this bureaucratic clap-trap gobbledygook was ever intended to inspire confidence and ensure beleaguered middle class taxpayers "quietly" accept a never-ending duty and responsibility to keep on paying the bills for this's time for a tax rebellion.

"There's a sucker born every minute". A phrase associated with mid-19th century American showman, P.T. Barnum and often used by gamblers and confidence men.

Who doesn't believe that those who govern us take for granted that there's no shortage of easy "marks" to be conned, fleeced and scammed.

 "Middle class tax suckers" who can easily be "taken". So easy in fact, all "they" have to do is make superficial or cosmetic changes to their spin malarky by disguising the true nature of the bureaucratic gobbledygook and the suckers will buy into it. Basic human nature; continue "selling" unworthy buckets of merde and the middle class will keep on paying for it.

Are you weary of being "suckered"? I am.

If you're hoping the election of 98 "newbies", with their principles and morals still relatively intact, portends a potential wave of change is possible; in the parlance of Joe Pesci, "You can foggetaboutit!". Party Whips will quickly whip them into line; quietly explaining their naive predilections have no place here, "There's a way "stuff" is done around here. If you want to survive and get noticed by the Leader, you tow the party line, period!"

Once newbies get a whiff of the irresistible aroma of the trough in their nostrils, its bye-bye principles and morals.

Just contemplate for a moment the image of former "principled" Attorney General, Judi Wilson-Raybold, being dragged out of her suite of cabinet offices, kicking and screaming, "They are mine, mine, they've been blessed"...and relegated to one of three broom closets allocated for the use of no-party "Independents", located in the windowless basement of the House of Commons. How the mighty have fallen.    

Whoever believes, once elected, politicians will ever change their ways and do the right thing with our money should stop voting.

Once elected the difference/distinction between lying, misleading and deceiving no longer seems to matter.

"You can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig"

Monsieur Ronald's fearless prediction: There will be another federal election before 2020 is history!

Merry Christmas.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#198 SUBLIMELY RIDICULOUS STUFF (posted Dec. 6, 2019)

As the last days of the calendar year dwindle down to a precious few, it's worth pondering the most memorable speech in the classic 1976 movie "NETWORK".

Howard Beale (actor Peter Finch) wanders onto the set of his former TV studio; soaking wet, eyes bulging, staring wild-eyed into the camera - "We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy.

We sit in the house, and all we say is...just leave us alone.

Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! (voice rising) I want you to get up right now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell...

                           I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" 

A befitting sentiment to end 2019, n'est-ce-pas.

                                                          SEQUE #1 - UNITY AND HARMONY???

December 2, 2019 - Hilton Airport Hotel, Mississauga, Ontario: A hastily organized meeting of the 'Council of the Federation' is held.

What is the 'Council of the Federation'?

The Prime Minister of Quebec, Premiers and Territorial leaders.

Thank you for that tidbit.

Why were they hastily assembled?

Some had met separately with the PM and wanted to compare notes on what he promised to do for each of their respective jurisdictions. However, their "primary objective" was an attempt to reach a consensus on at least "one priority message" to convey to the new minority government.

That sounds like a good idea. It certainly might convey a sign of renewed collaboration, between them and the 'Federales', especially if the message was something like this: "We provincial and territorial leaders vow to resolve interprovincial trade barriers which will reduce taxes and improve the overall efficiency of the Canadian economy".

Oh, wouldn't that be a marvellous turn of events...unity, harmony, collaboration...a love-fest at last.

The leaders had dinner (on the taxpayer's dime) the night before the formal meeting.

As dessert and liqueur was served, the mood was mellow. The Premier of Manitoba tapped his glass to get their attention. "I would like to suggest the Council adopt a song, an anthem, that could be sung at the beginning of future council meetings".

"Do you have one in mind", asked the Premier of Newfoundland. "I do indeed"; "Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, when we're all perfect in every way". The Premier of Alberta shouted "it's perfect, that would drive Justin crazy".

The Prime Minister of Quebec interjected "I cannot accept any song that includes the word 'LORD', j'amais, messieurs! However, if we can agree to that and sing it in French as well, then it's OK with moi!"

Following the formal meeting, the media assembled and Chairman Moe (on behalf of "the Gang that can't shoot straight") announced, "The Council of the Federation has reached a consensus. We insist the Government of Canada give us more money and butt out!"

                                                        SEQUE #2 - SAME OLD, SAME OLD

Monsieur Ronald, are you losing all hope our leaders will ever do the right thing?


Care to elucidate?

Sure, here's a few examples why...

Have you noticed the (BIGGER) Federal Cabinet includes a brand new ministry?

It does?

Yes indeed...and just what those in power believe is what overtaxed citizens of the Great White North need...a Minister of Middle Class Prosperity.


Who voted for that?


Who knew Canada's middle class is prosperous?

Apparently, the PM and the person tasked with overseeing the new ministry, The Honourable Mona Fortier.

Monsieur Ronald, is it possible "we" voters elect these people to inspire us, dazzle us with brilliant concepts and ideas that, at times, may be beyond the comprehension of mere middle class peons?


It's actually because of this kind of nonsense, committed by those who govern us, that "we" middle class peons become lifetime debt-slaves for the stupid decisions they make.

Ronald, what does a Minister of Middle Class Prosperity actually do and what will this ministry cost us?

Glad you asked. I Googled the Federal Government website, clicked on "mandate letters" and guess what I found?

The new mandate letters are "forthcoming".

Holy merde. A new ministry was created without a mandate or budget?



None of the 'Federales' seem to know why.

That's crazy, isn't it?

A new ministry without a mandate or identifiable cost is not only crazy, it's absurd, ludicrous, foolish, nonsensical, daffy, irrational, wacky, stupid, loony, preposterous, dippy and nuts!

                                               SEGUE #3 - DID "THEY" GET THE VOTERS' MESSAGE? UMM...NO!

December 5, 2019 - House of Commons, Ottawa: Our GG, Her Excellency The Right Honourable, Julie Payette, engineer, businessperson, pilot, astronaut, scientist, speaks six languages, plays piano and has sung with the Montreal Symphony Orchestra, Tafelmusik Chamber Choir and others, delivered the Throne Speech, opening a new session of Parliament.

Madame Payette is known for strongly held opinions and a propensity for publicly voicing them...a big no-no for anyone holding the GG position. She is likely more comfortable riding the pointy-end of a rocket than holding her tongue.

Having to read a speech full of government-speak bon-bon's, without being allowed to have any input, must tax her frustration level to the max.

Some might even suggest, given her incredible accomplishments, she's in the wrong job.

If Julie was PM, she likely would not stand for tax dollars supporting another nonsensical government waste.

Did you know the cost of "The Red Chamber" - "The Mad Hatters House" - "The politically appointed pork-barrel Camembert and crackers crowd" - "The Club whose members don't know where their principal residence is located"...has increased 33.4%, in the past five years?

Sacre Bleu, merde, poo-poo, that's insane!

Oui c'est fou!

It's especially galling when it's impossible to find an elected politician, prepared to explain to beleaguered taxpayers (with a straight face), what the actual benefit, value for money or whatever measure they might trot out, to try and convince taxpayers they should pay for the lifestyle this bunch of cronies enjoy.

Are you MAD AS HELL yet? If not and that doesn't stick in your craw, you should be.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory 

#197  THIS IS NOT A CHRISTMAS STORY (posted November 24, 2019)

                                                             CHAPTER ONE - PRELUDE

In the summer of 2019, friends from Parksville suggested we join them on a late-Fall Oceania cruise from Montreal to Miami.

During our retirement years, we have taken a number of cruises on large and small ships. The most enjoyable, by far, were riverboat cruises in Europe.

Our Parksville friends have been on Oceania ships in the past. Oceania is/was reputed one of the best...and most expensive.

Their Parksville travel agent coordinated all bookings with Oceania for the four of us.

When you reach that "age"...when even buying green bananas is considered risk-taking...planning another bucket-list adventure, six months into the future, demands meticulous attention to every little detail.

                                                           CHAPTER TWO - THE JACKET

Many retired folks (of my vintage) have dozens of ties of various widths, lengths and colours, dress socks and closets containing rarely-used dress shirts, a tuxedo, suits and sports jackets all dating back to the styles-in-vogue during our long ago "working days".

You may wonder why?

Well, these cherished garments are just like an old pair of comfortable slippers, not easily discarded.

Regardless of the condition of these out-of-fashion wardrobe items, adult kids and their kids, have zero interest in Grandpa's hand-me-downs.

Meanwhile, Grandpa stubbornly holds firm, believing it's not-yet-time to donate all the "stuff" to charity; convinced his classy outfits are still needed and worn as "obligatory-garb" while attending funerals, club luncheons, reunions, etc..

It was while purchasing the essential and expensive cancellation and health insurance that Grandma began a campaign..."your ancient wardrobe will not pass muster on Oceania. It's time to buy a new sports jacket".

Grandpa resisted..."there's nothing wrong with my navy blue blazer, with the brass buttons. I love that jacket". He knew, however, that eventual surrender was inevitable, otherwise he would certainly endure the alternative; a relentless seemingly never-ending campaign.

Victory in hand, Grandma dragged her captive to two men's apparel stores located in beautiful Sidney by the Sea...the only men's apparel shops in all of Sidney.

For the record, Grandpa has not purchased a sports jacket in several decades. And like most men, he really hates shopping because it makes him kind of grumpy.

At the first men's apparel establishment, nothing satisfied Grandma or her prisoner. The second was more promising having a wider selection of off-the-rack contemporary styled jackets. The price tags alarmed Grandpa ($700+) as he stood silently in front of a full length mirror, while the eager young sales person (John) and Grandma selected several garments to try on. John ceremoniously placed each one on Grandpa's upper torso, gently smoothing the shoulders offering "this one really looks good on you".

Apparel "experts" (John and Grandma) quietly enjoyed themselves commenting in a coded-language, Grandpa assumed was only understood by connoisseurs of haute-couture. 

It became apparent how much Grandpa's physique has rearranged itself over the decades.

Occasionally, the "experts" asked Grandpa for an opinion. His silence was evidence he wasn't prepared to offer one. Grandpa just wanted to get the hell out of there and go home, more convinced than before he didn't need or want a new jacket.

Forty five minutes passed before the "experts" concluded another course of action to deal with Grandpa's rearranged physique,  pivoting to Plan B...made-to-measure.

John smiled greedily and scurried away to return with a tape measure and a large pad of paper. He took meticulous measurements, again and again, noting each on the large pad. Grandpa thought either John is the most precise tailor he ever encountered or John didn't know what the hell he was doing. Turned out John was not a tailor.

This part of the ordeal finally ended. It was now time to select colour, type and weight of the material. John hauled out a book with hundreds of swatches. Grandpa uttered "colour blue, weight light!" Blood pressure slowly increased as the "experts" found it necessary to comment on each passing swatch. To stop this process Grandpa firmly stated "that one".

Believing this saga was nearing its conclusion and Grandpa could finally go home, John announced "it's now time to select the buttons, stitching and lining" and gently guided the old man to a counter to make his selections.

Grandpa took less than a minute to choose the buttons and stitching, then waited patiently for the "experts" to finish discussing their preferences for the lining...that nobody would ever see.

John completed the detailed order form when Grandpa said "I need the jacket finished quickly, we are going on a cruise in six weeks". "No problem Mr. Devion it will be back from Hamilton in three weeks. Then you can come in for alterations which can be done locally, in a week".

Hamilton? Alterations?

Grandma then asked the most important question "How much is this going to cost?" John, "the buttons $25, the stitching $25, the lining $50 plus the made-to-measure will be between $1,100-$1,200. Adding we normally charge $100 for any alterations but being a first-time customer I will waive that charge. We require a $500 deposit".

The voice in Grandpa's head whispered "After all of the measurements why would the jacket require alterations? Your first car didn't cost that much!" The "experts" smiled knowingly, they were in the presence of a fashion luddite.

Having spent the better part of an afternoon with John, Grandpa no longer cared about the cost or anything else. He just wanted to go home.

In the aftermath, turned out John's delivery deadline predictions were fiction. A month went by before the jacket arrived for alterations and then had to be sent back to Hamilton. Another week went by. Exasperated, Grandpa called the store and demanded to speak to the owner. A heated exchange ensued during which the owner accused Grandpa of threatening him and his staff and hung up. Grandpa's thoughts turned to retrieving the $500 deposit.

Following a phone call from (I'm not a tailor) John, on the day before we left on the cruise, Grandma picked up the jacket. Had Grandpa picked it up, there would have been casualties. John kept apologizing to Grandma for the unacceptable service, concluding with "for the inconvenienced caused, the cost of Mr. Devion's made-to-measure jacket has been reduced by $500".

P.S. The jacket still requires further alterations, apparently the sleeves are off. Grandpa no longer cares.

                                                           CHAPTER THREE - THE CRUISE

A week before the cruise departure, we received in the mail (via the Parksville travel agent) a 62-page personalized booklet from Oceania entitled "Preliminary Cruise Vacation Summary" plus airline documents and pre-booked shore excursion vouchers.

The cost of the cruise "package" included: 1) prepaid airfare, seats and checked luggage from Vancouver to Montreal, 2) shuttle from the Montreal airport to the ship, 3) prepaid airfare, seats and checked luggage, Miami to Dallas and Dallas to Vancouver.

Airfare, seats and checked luggage Victoria to Vancouver and Vancouver to Victoria was on our dime.

Everything appeared now to be in place for the anticipated restful, pampered, 16-day dream vacation of a lifetime...or so we thought as a series of unexpected "glitches" began to happen.

The first "glitch": Seats and checked luggage from Vancouver to Montreal was not prepaid by Oceania.

The first flight: Oceania booked us on Air Canada Rouge (French for red-eye) departing Vancouver at 11:25 p.m. arriving Montreal the next day at 7:00 a.m. What a hell of a way to begin a restful vacation. Air Canada has finally managed to create a unique no-frills flying experience. The U.N. international court would certainly conclude the "experience" Air Canada subjects its paying customers to endure is a form of cruel and unusual human torture.

Montreal airport: After retrieving our checked luggage we noticed a diminutive "mature" lady holding up a sign "OCEANIA". A dozen sleep-deprived strangers huddled around her. My name is Marie-Jose she announced in a familiar French Canadian accent. I will guide you to the airport location where the shuttle bus will deliver you to the ship at 11:00 a.m. In the meantime and to kill some time, Oceania will host the group to breakfast.

As we waited for the shuttle bus to arrive, Marie-Jose and I spoke in French, about the results of our federal election. She was delighted that one of her flock, from British Columbia, could speak French. We had a lively conversation for half an hour that nobody else in the group understood. She gave me a big hug as we boarded the bus, convinced that, like her, monsieur Ronald was a dedicated separatist.

Embarkation on the Oceania ship "Riviera" took place around noon at the Port of Montreal. That's when passports are confiscated and credit card information is provided to Oceania. Passengers then receive a "Oceania Cruises World Card" that functions as a stateroom key, concierge lounge key and onboard credit card.

The ship carries 1,200 passengers and 800 crew. Passengers came from 28 countries; the majority being U.S. and Canadian citizens. Our stateroom, on deck nine, was nicely appointed and conveniently located near the concierge lounge and laundry facilities.

The cruise itinerary: Quebec City, Saguenay, Quebec, Charlottetown, PEI, Sydney, Nova Scotia, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Bar Harbor, Maine, Boston, Massachusetts, Newport, Rhode Island, New York City, Miami, Florida.

Day two: Our Russian captain announced the weather on arrival in Quebec City, heavy rain with 80-90 kmh. winds. Passengers planning to go ashore do so at their own risk. One million Quebec homes ended up without power and the much anticipated Fall leaves colour show blown away by Mother Nature's storm.

The "emergency evacuation drill" was very unorthodox. Passengers assembled, comfortably seated in the theatre without life jackets, not at the muster stations with life jackets on. Did our Russian captain assume a boatload of overweight geriatrics knew exactly where their muster station was located on this large ship and would instinctively know how to put on a life jacket in a real emergency at sea?

Only four TV channels carrying news were available, MSNBC, Fox, Sky and a business channel. No Canadian news channel, despite half the cruise took place in Canadian waters. The impeachment hearings were available on MSNBC, which made conversations with Americans about what was going on in their country tricky and delicate. For example, as the ship was leaving New York, at dinner we sat next to a 78-year-old retired Marine captain (who served in Vietnam) and his wife who had been employed by the C.I.A.. The captain declared, Donald J. Trump, is the best American president in U.S. history, look at what he's done for our economy, while admitting when asked, he had no idea what NAFTA was. By the end of the meal we were ready to duel.

Game seven of the World Series was not available, frustrating a majority of passengers from the U.S. and Canada. Senior crew members who were asked why, responded "what is a World Series?"

Electronic devices remained on "airplane mode" to avoid exorbitant fees. The "free" internet service operated in super-slow-motion mode. It was obvious this was meant to encourage passengers to purchase the expensive onboard internet package.

Our pre-booked (morning) New York City bus tour excursion (scheduled to take two hours) occurred on November 11th. That day, the 100th U.S. Veterans' Day Parade took place in the heart of the city. No American president had ever attended this parade until the current occupant decided to be the first. Emperor, Commander-in-Chief and Vietnam draft-dodger, President Donald J. 'Crazy Pants' Trump, stood on the reviewing stand taking the salute. The city that never sleeps was turned into a gigantic parking lot. Our exasperated tour guide confessed he had never seen anything like it in 30-years of guiding tours in New York City. His bus was filled with geriatrics with no onboard toilet. As the hours passed the "experience" turned into a marathon of bladder control. Many were forced to leave the bus and disappear into the nearest restaurant, for relief...never to be seen again. Arriving at the next to last stop before returning to the ship, the guide left the bus for 20 minutes. When he returned we enquired where he had gone..."I had to go to the toilet", never thinking that the few passengers left on the bus had to go as much as he did. He lost any chance of receiving tips.

Several on the crew provided excellent service, however, many had difficulty with English, creating problems with ordering such things as room service.

Mucho gouging: A flute of California champagne cost $19.47 USD. We quickly decided that rather than being gouged on a daily basis, we purchased Oceania's wine, beer and champagne "package" ($559.30 USD X 2). Later, we discovered the "package" had restrictions. It could not be used whenever restaurants were closed; which meant during Happy Hour (4:00-6:30) and after 9:00 p.m. During the restricted hours we were gouged again. 

Our shipboard account was charged twice, for purchases made by someone else, e.g. martinis charged at half past midnight while we were fast asleep. Complaints had to be made at the reception desk. The clerk in turn forwarded emails to a manager. It took three days to have any conversation with said manager. He only agreed to reverse one of the charges...gouged again.

The food was terrific; especially at the four "specialty" restaurants (Thai, Italian, American and French). We dined there often. Grandpa's jacket was on full display. Ironically, jackets are not part of Oceania's dress code. A full schedule of onboard activities was available to passengers plus nightly entertainment in the theatre. However, the most popular "activity" for this crowd was the afternoon nap.

The sea adventure ended. We disembarked "Riviera" at 8:00 a.m. A shuttle bus took us to the Miami airport where we faced another "glitch". The American Airlines agent advised AA would not honour Oceania's complimentary checked luggage document. We had to fork over another $30 USD X 2.

Then, we discovered Oceania had booked our friends on an earlier AA (Miami to Dallas) flight. Our AA flight left Miami two hours later. We arrived at building "C" at the Dallas airport. The departure notice board indicated our connecting AA flight (Dallas to Vancouver) was boarding, in one half hour, from building "A". We panicked. How do we get to building "A"? An "elderly" airport employee noticed our distress, came over and asked for a boarding pass. His East-Indian accent complicated communication as he slowly explained building "A" was accessible by train, and he would personally take us there. We hurried up an escalator to the train platform. The train took off in the direction of building "A" and stopped. The kind gentleman said "No, not here, one more stop to go and please try to remain calm". At the second stop, the "elderly trio" jogged "elderly-like"; panting, wheezing and sweating for a half mile to the gate. Passengers were in the process of boarding. At any moment, any one of the three slow-motion "joggers" could have keeled over with a heart we staggered toward the passenger lineup. Our East-Indian saviour received a generous tip and wished us safe journey. He saved us from being stranded in Dallas. Of all the "glitches", this was Oceania's most injurious. Would Oceania have provided any assistance if we had missed the flight...because of their incompetence?

We arrived in Vancouver at 7:30 p.m.; proceeded through customs hauling luggage on the long hike to the Air Canada-Victoria check-in counter. The AC agent provided boarding passes and tagged our luggage which was placed on the luggage belt. Through security screening and another hike to the Victoria boarding gate. At 10:10 p.m., the AC flight left Vancouver for Victoria. At 10:40 we were standing at the luggage carousel. At 11:10, we were alone, having retrieved only one bag. All the other passengers had left with their luggage. The airport baggage agent "smiled knowingly", asked for the luggage tag for the missing bag in order to initiate a trace for wherever it went...Grandpa's assumption, likely back to Dallas. "Hopefully, your bag will be delivered in the next 24-hours, Mr. Devion. If not, give us a call".

A taxi took us home, exhausted, extremely disappointed with Oceania's sloppy attention to detail and customer service that spoiled a bucket-list vacation.

And guess what was in the missing bag?...but of course monsieur Ronald...IT WAS YOUR NEW MADE-TO-MEASURE BLUE JACKET WITH THE FANCY BUTTONS, STITCHING AND LINING NOBODY WILL EVER SEE.

                                                                      THE END


#196 KEEN OBSERVATIONS OF AN "ELDER-PERSON" (posted October 23, 2019)

                                                              THE ROUTE-MARCH TO TWILIGHT TIME
Every morning, I struggle getting out of bed and into an upright position. This "delicate" maneuver is followed by a slow-motion shuffle towards the "throne-room" (again). During the journey, my brain receives a number of short, sharp jolts of spinal-cord electricity...a subtle message from my body-parts: "monsieur Ronald, we are all working very hard to get you to your destination, in time...before it's too late...but face facts man, we're getting old and falling apart. We strongly recommend next time you're in Costco, pick up some Depends". Now you're being cruel to monsieur Ronald.
                                          OBSERVATION #1 (HELP WANTED - LEADERSHIP POSITIONS)
After 40 days and 40 nights, 66% of eligible voters bothered to exercise their franchise and in the process, redrew the political map of the Great White North.
The result, a scrarrrry, scarrrry mish-mash of regional factions with conflicting priorities; a resurgence of separatism (Blocist's in the East - Wexit's in the West) and a palpable desperation for leadership to unify the country.
Mix in dozens of fractious provincial, territorial and aboriginal leaders, an independent J.R-W., a pipeline or two, a pinch of carbon tax, a drizzle of unfair equalization payments, a sprinkle of devout environmentalists, a dabble of die-hard separatists. Stir, very carefully, over a blazing (forest) fire and voila; you have all the fixin's of a witches-brew ready to explode at any time.
Posted on the door of the House of Commons: Challenging leadership positions available soon. Citizens seek smart, talented, thick-skinned, media-savvy, bilingual...women to apply.
Bye, Bye, Max.
Begone Andrew.
Justin...hanging on by his fingernails.
Elizabeth you're on probation.
Jagmeet full of energy and enthusiasm...patiently waiting to coalesce.
Monsieur Yves-Francois, you are a force to be reconned with.
Many vividly remember watching on TV: General Charles de Gaulle, on a visit to Quebec, shouting "Vive le Quebec Libre"; a planted remark that lit the fuse that almost broke up the country.
Daddy was Grand Vizier of Canada.
As Trudeau-the-elder's train was leaving the station, Alberta wheat farmers were protesting on the platform. Their Prime Minister gave them an Italian salute. An insult Albertans never forgot.
Methinks we may be watching a replay.
                                              OBSERVATION #2 (THINGS DO CHANGE IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS)
Those of us who "grew up" during the Great Depression and WWII learned early how tough the times were; especially for our "elders" who, with the stresses of everything they had to deal with, had little patience when dealing with smart-ass kids.
Back then, the penalty for "crossing a boundary" aka "being out-of-line", was swift and deliberate.
At home - the "old man" was sure to whack you on the side of the head, or worse.
At our all-boys school - it was guaranteed to get you a date with the razor strap (palms up), or the bamboo rod (bend over).
In the cadet corps - 100 pushups, a five-mile hike with full pack and rifle, or both.
On the street and play ground (sports) - the groundrule; everyone fend for yourself.
The objective of this "corporal punishment" system was simple and straight forward: Teach kids discipline and respect for their elders. - In other words "smarten them up" fast - so they can cope with what was coming at them, in real life.
These "methods" served to "train" several generations with mixed results.
Then, things gradually changed.
All of the "cruel medieval stuff" is now verboten and long gone.
The "new and improved" modern methodology: The objective remains simple and straight forward, but with a subtle twist. Contemporary smart-ass kids are now smart-ass midget lawyers.
Today's punishment is meted out as follows - It's "Time-Out" for you young person; no supper for you tonight, you are grounded for 24 hours, go to your room (the penalty box).
"Your room" is that personal-private-sanctuary with the sign on the door "KEEP OUT", where midget lawyers pass the Time-Out on their expensive electronic toys, "studying" and eating junk food from their secret stash.
Only time will determine which "method" produced the better results.
                                           OBSERVATION #3 (ENVIRONMENTAL ALARM BELLS)
Early Fall is a time when young families take the kids to get lost in the local corn-maze.
This year, Mother Nature delivered one of my old man's famous whack's on the side of the head; more dire warnings that flattened corn mazes with snow on the Prairies, weather-bombs in Ontario, Quebec and the the middle of October.
Overwhelmed local resources left affected Canadians coping on their own (neighbour helping neighbour).
Canada remains sorely unprepared to deal with increasing emergencies and disasters. It's time to build a large contingent of trained personnel and an adequate emergency fund to provide timely assistance when needed.
                                   OBSERVATION #4 (CHALLENGES FACING OUR YOUNG PEOPLE)
As Boomers in large numbers begin to join the ranks of the retired...there's something not quite right about our society today - the way we interact with each other, the way we come together or don't come together as a community.
Many feel that there's been a surge in anti-social behaviour.
Many parents are worried their kids have way too much screen time, exposing them to problems ranging from online bullying to rising obesity rates.
Canada's social fabric is changing, fraying perhaps, ever so slightly. Charitable donations, volunteerism and membership in community associations are slowly but steadily on the decline. All part of what British historian, Niall Ferguson, refers to as "the great degeneration", a troubling erosion of civil society.
Is it inevitable? Can anything be done?
Our nation's youth face a mountain of stress-filled challenges; the unmanageable cost of education/skills training, skyrocketing credit card debt, the shrinking job market, the cost of living, etc.. Many cannot see the prospect of ever being better-off than their parents or grandparents...and that is tragic.
They need help from those who control the levers of power.
It's time to consider some form of "mandatory national service" on a federal scale.
Something flexible enough so that young people have enough options they can get excited about and don't feel they're being forced into something too narrow.
Something with a broad-enough timeline, perhaps mandating it happen sometime between ages of say 16 and 22 - whether it's in summer when school is off, or something done as part of a gap year between high school and entering the work force and going off to post-secondary education.
                                                HOW THIS WORKS IN OTHER DEMOCRATIC COUNTRIES
I learned a lot about how Switzerland's mandatory national service works on a trip eleven years ago.
On a sunny day in late May 2008, our tour boat left Basel and cruised quietly across Lake Lucerne. Our tour guide spent the voyage taking his afternoon siesta.
The ship docked near the foot of Mount Pilatus. As we travelled up the world's steepest cogwheel railway to the peak, the tour guide told the legend of the dreaded dragons with healing powers that lived on the mountain in ancient times.
When we reached the observation platform, I noticed an array of electronic masts on the peak of the mountain and asked the guide what they were for. He explained these were fortified radar and weather stations used by their airforce. He casually mentioned that military aircraft and crew were housed inside the interior of the mountain ready to defend the nation. This was stuff right out of a James Bond movie. I stood waiting for sirens, the rock face of the mountain to open up and watch military aircraft fly out.
I asked him why, of all countries, Switzerland being neutral, needed military aircraft. He proceeded to explain something surprising and illuminating.
1) Switzerland has a military force of approx. 200,000 men (20,000 trained annually) in two service branches; army and airforce (230 military aircraft).
2) Switzerland hasn't done battle since 1815. Nevertheless, has "mandatory" military service for all able-bodied male citizens who are conscripted when they reach the age of majority.
3) Recruits must generally do 18-weeks of boot camp and then required to spend several weeks in the army every year until they have completed a minimum 245 days of service.
In this way, young Swiss men receive discipline, physical and job skills training, benefiting from their mandatory military service.
The Swiss population is 8.4 million; 2019 unemployment rate is 2.3%.
Other countries like Sweden, Norway, Finland, Lithuania and Israel conscript for economic as well as military benefits that include a) cultivating new skills (human capital) - b) new social networks (social capital) - c) new social norms and codes of behaviour (cultural capital).
Military service develops general skills useful in any sector, such as adaptation, managing and social skills. 90% of workers in Israel's technology sector have performed military service. So valuable are Israeli ex-conscripts skills that Silicon Valley firms compete to recruit them.
There is no doubt some able-bodied 19-year-olds view military service as a burden. But if it helps their careers and provides coping skills for life in a contemporary world, how can it not be worth it.
                                                                              IS THIS WORTH PURSUING HERE?
Wouldn't a "mandatory-national-service" period, for say 18 to 34-year-old's (along the lines of the aformentioned) be of benefit and help safeguard three oceans, seven time zones, environmental, economic and job skills challenges currently confronting the nation?
What might prevent the Feds from commissioning a study to analyze the advantages and disadvantages of such an option and releasing the results to taxpayers/voters? Blinders? Fear? Disinterest?
"All things are bound together. All things connect" - Chief Seattle
Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#195 RING AROUND THE ROSIE TIME...AGAIN? (posted Oct. 16, 2019)

The origins of the popular 'Ring Around the Rosie" nursery rhyme dates back to medieval Europe. Some scholars and folklorists saw similarities between the rhyme's cryptic lyrics and the circumstances surrounding the deadly plague that swept across Europe and killed millions of people. They posited the "Ring" referred to a circle, the red circular rash common in some forms of the plague.

Modern folklorists call the plague-origin theory "metafolklore" because it is essentially folklore about folklore.

Fascinating positing nevertheless.

The simplicity of the circle - a set of points on a plane that are all the same distance from another point called the centre - has endlessly fascinated humans.

From the sun, moon and planets, to the eyes that give us sight, the circle is everywhere in the natural world and stamped everywhere in the human-made world.

The first circular inscriptions have been dated to about 40,000 years ago, when ancient humans carved circular marks called petroglyphs into rock.

Do you remember that so-long-ago final math exam when you looked down and saw the question that made your mind go blank - 'What's the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter?' The fear that caused your brain to freeze. The voice in your head repeating "you know this, you know this; just calm down, relax and think, Ronnie, think".

And suddenly the answer flashed across your mind's eye - the one mathematical constant most non-geeks know as "Pi"; 3.14159265358979 - an irrational number (i.e. it cannot be exactly expressed as a fraction or ratio) - so the digital sequence never ends or repeats itself.

Monsieur Ronald, you are joshing us again, right? You're suggesting there exists a digital sequence that never ends or repeats itself...impossible!

Josh you - never...except in jest.

Is "Pi", therefore, a word that represents infinity?

Yep. And now it has finally been "proven" a mathematical fact.

It took until the 20th and 21st centuries before mathematicians and computer scientists, using combined increased computational power, to be able to extend the decimal representations to many trillions of digits after the decimal point and provide proof-positive that "Pi" does in fact mean "infinite".

That is impressive indeed.

Yes, because proving a proof is really, really difficult, n'est-ce-pas. Remember back in 2002 when Prime Minister, Jean Chretien, attempted to elucidate the citizenry on the meaning of the word "proof" with the following:

"A proof is a proof. What kind of proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof. And when you have a good proof, it's because it's proven".

And who would dare challenge the word of a legend whose explanations of complex issues, in either official language, regularly left listeners in a state of total befuddlement.

Did you know that the English word "encyclopedia" literally means a "circle of learning" and was originally used to indicate a well-rounded education?

And any "well-rounded education" worth being called "encyclopedic" always includes "life lessons" that every kid eventually learns the hard way.

For example: Despite being warned what will happen if you stick your tongue on a metal fence in the middle of a prairie winter or run around in circles too many times, every kid will do it anyway, at least once.

Similarly, leaders who because of hubris, choose to ignore advice from experienced professionals who surround them, will cause unpredictable chaos and confusion with dire consequences.

Hmm...who might monsieur Ronald be thinking of?

Clue #1: He's narcissistic, addicted to lying about things large and small (including his finances) bullying and silencing those who could expose them; his detachment from reality, including denying things he said even when there is video evidence to the contrary; his affinity for conspiracy theories; his demand for total loyalty from others while showing none to others; and his self-aggrandizement and petty cheating.

Clue #2: His impulsiveness and vindictiveness; his craving for adulation; his misogyny, predatory sexual behaviour and sexualization of his daughters; his open admiration for brutal dictators; his remorselessness and his lack of empathy or sympathy, including attacking a family whose son died while fighting for his country, mocking a reporter with a disability, ridiculing a POW, etc., etc..

Unless you've been living in a cave or monestary for the past four years, there's only one "self-proclaimed" stable-genius matching the aformentioned profile.

A man whose psychological impairments are obvious to all who are not willfully blind.

What is a stable-genius anyway?

Stable - means a person who is sane and sensible; not easily upset or disturbed.

Genius - means a person who has exceptional intellectural ability; exceptionally intelligent, creative, very clever and ingenious.

Attorney George Conway is the husband of the Emperor-King's loyalist counsellor Kellyanne Conway. He recently announced "you don't need to be a mental-health professional to see that something's seriously off with Trump." George labeled Trump unfit for office and supports his impeachment.

The "stable-genius" reacted immediately to the criticism in a tweet by describing George Conway "a stone cold LOSER & husband from hell".

This prompted knowing smiles from Ivana, Maria and Melania. The tweet had accurately described "their" husband.

60,000 mental health professionals have diagnosed Emperor 'Crazy Pants" with a type of insanity that is often compared to an alcoholic's lack of honesty and impulse control.

The psychiatric community has declared the "American El Duce" suffers from "Malignant Narcissism".

Psychologists say that his condition is a combination of mental disorders that cause one to distort reality and make violent, impulsive decisions.

This is the first time in history that so many mental health professionals have collectively diagnosed a living individual. Their conclusion, the current US president is too mentally disturbed to fulfill his office.

Someone with "Malignant Narcissism" is likely to get people killed, and psychologists who know this feel morally obligated to speak up.

Just in the past week...following a phone call with Turkish President Erdogan, the mad Emperor-King ordered the pullout of US troops from Syria.

This impulsive decision caused an easy-to-foresee chain reaction of disaster so egregious, even many of his most loyal Republican backers were appalled.

Those who benefit from the slaughter of America's Kurdish allies in Syria are Russia, the Assad regime, Erdogan and will bring ISIS back to life in the region.

Trump's betrayal and abandonment of the Kurds now also belongs to Republicans who stubbornly continue to back him. How many more lives have to be sacrificed before they act to remove the madman.

The office is too powerful and the consequences are too dangerous, to allow a person to become president who views morality only through the prism of whether an action advances his own narrow interests, his own distorted desires, his own twisted impulses. When an individual comes to believe his interests and those of the nation he leads are one and the same, it opens the door to all sorts of moral and constitutional devilry.

Donald J. Trump - "Anyone who wants to assist Syria in protecting the Kurds is good with me, whether it is Russia, China, or Napoleon Bonaparte. I hope they all do great, we are 7000 miles away."

Napoleon Bonaparte - "The fool has one great advantage over a man of sense: he is always satisfied with himself."

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

(posted Sept. 23, 2019)

The sun begins the journey back to the equator, the first days of autumn grow ever-shorter, the blooms are off the roses, plump orange pumpkins lie in farmer's fields, red apples being harvested from the trees, leaves turning a brilliant red-gold waiting for a wind before falling from the branches to provide mother earth with her winter blanket and turkeys being fattened up for Thanksgiving Day.


Just the kind of idyllic scene that would motivate Theocritus to write one of his pastoral poems.

Sorry but I must disturb your reverie...there's a foreboding chill in the air...a down and dirty political brawl is unfolding across the Great White North.

A short tale of a "night to remember"

A long time ago, in a place far away, a handsome young man attended a party. The theme of the evening was the "Arabian Nights". So he decided to dress up as Aladdin; the hero of one of the most familiar narratives in all of literature.

The event was a success, everyone had a fun time.

Especially Aladdin, who has that "je ne sais quoi" something that draws ladies into his circle of conversation.

The young hero could not have predicted that on this night, the seeds of his destruction were being sown.

Years later, he became the Grand Vizier of Canada.

A picture then surfaced showing Aladdin, surrounded by a bevy of lovely concubines, his black face shining that million dollar smile.

That photo of a happy young man destined to follow his famous father to greatness, turned out to be his undoing.

Sadly, as often happens to handsome heroes in the narratives of literature, the wheels flew off his sunny ways wagon and crashed into the ditch...for all the world to see.

The End

Segue to...

Robert Fulghum (1830) publishes the children's rhyme "sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me".

He clearly hadn't been the one on the receiving end of people who spend the vast majority of their time using hateful words.

Mr. Fulghum's valiant attempt to persuade a child victim of name-calling to ignore the taunt, refrain from retaliation and remain calm, is considered useless nonsense today. How do we deal with anonymous cowards on social media using hateful words as a cudgel to terrorize?


Now that we've had a few days to "reflect" on the recent Brouhaha...

Specifically, photos of Justin Trudeau, in brown-face and black-face at costume events, two decades ago.

The Irony: the guy loves being in pictures and people love being in a picture with him.

Things have descended to where a photo can label a basically decent person, a "racist". A hateful word.

Justin has a blunder-prone track record for sure, but "racist"? That is really harsh, over the top and unfair.

And the penalty (demanded, exacted and delivered): The embarrassment of the Prime Minister of Canada having to face the cameras and apologize to the nation for his "transgression". And the whole world took notice.

Is it enough to save his job? That's up to the voters.

This most recent prime-ministerial "boo-boo" does not rise to the level of "L'Affaire SNC-Lavalin" ethics scandal (a real firing/resignation offence) for which he should have but did not apologize.

Another irony...that shouldn't be allowed to slip by unnoticed:

Those who are setting their hair on fire over this photo-faux-pas, didn't even bother to take an honest hard look at their own past behaviour, before shouting...J'Accuse.

Andrew Scheer (and others throwing the big stones) won't face the nation and apologize for their past "transgressions", rather preferring to remain silent-hypocrites shouting...J'Accuse and Resign.

Good luck trying to find a single candidate prepared to proclaim with a straight face..."I have never transgressed" - "I have never overstepped a code of conduct boundary".

Fat chance finding a Mother Theresa in this 'choose me' - 'choose me' crowd.

In the age of zero privacy and cameras everywhere, even "dressing up" on Halloween or attending a costume ball to raise money for a favourite charity or acting in a community stage play or some other "heretofore-normal" activity, carries huge risks for those in the spotlight of education, business, sports, media and politics.

What the hell is our society evolving into?

Have we forgotten that humans have always been "tribal"...and being tribal brings with it a natural fear of "the other".

Stop and reflect on the following for a moment.

Don't "all" humans have a natural inbred, hardwired, predisposition, inclination and tendency to firmly tribe is better than your tribe, my God is better than yours, my religion is better than yours, my country is better than yours, my gang is better than yours, my team is better than yours, my system is better than yours, my party is better than yours, my stuff is better than your stuff...and so on.

And over the course of human history this "tribalism" has resulted in never-ending "tribal warfare" somewhere on the planet.

The inescapable conclusion is neither easy to accept or deal with.

It means there's no ducking the reality.

Because of our belief-systems are hardwired into our tribal brain, everyone of us humans (sometime, somewhere) commits acts, without conciously realizing they crossed a line, that is interpreted by others to be hurtful, prejudicial and yes, even "racist"; though the act may have been committed without any malicious intent.

There's no denying every human carries the "baggage" of their tribe's DNA, conditioned by upbringing, education, experience and fear of "the other"; which determines how we react under stress.

Which means, unless, if, when and until we "all" make the effort to get to know, understand and learn from each other, only then will fear of "the other" begin to dissipate and hopefully (in some illusory-perfect-world) disappear.

Otherwise, "we" humans are in for a pile of trouble because mass migration will not only continue but accelerate, due to climate pressures forcing the "tribes" (seeking safety) to move closer together.

Which leaves all of us with limited options: Assimilate and cooperate or face tribal warfare and annihilation.

Ronaldo's Summary Conclusion

The recent 'politically motivated' muckraking (tempest in a teapot) brouhaha, served only to distract voters who are having enough difficulty trying to decide which "transgressor" in their riding to vote for.

So let's keep reminding each other before jumping to premature conclusions. Humans do dumb, stupid, nasty, hurtful, awful things, when "we" are young (and even) when "we" hopefully evolve into a so-called wiser, mature adult who should know better.

In the meantime a little rational reflection and perspective before accusing and labelling others, would go a long way to calming things down, n'est-ce-pas?


Did you know Conservative Party leader Andrew Scheer wants to destroy your public broadcaster? The public broadcaster you own and pay for.

In 2016, Mr. Scheer stated if he were to become prime minister, he would axe the news division of CBC/Radio Canada.

Mr. Scheer, December 2016: "I don't know why this government is in the news business in this day and age with so many platforms with so many ways to disseminate information."

What was that you said, Andrew? "this government is in the news business". No, no, Mr. Scheer, you couldn't be more wrong.

Surely you are aware CBC/Radio Canada is a crown corporation, operating at arm's length and "independent" of the government in power; owned by and responsible to the people of Canada with a principle role being "the news business".

If the government in power was "in the news business" we would be living in a dictatorship with state-run media like Russia, China and North Korea.

Hopefully, whoever becomes Prime Minister on October 22nd understands and accepts, any decision about whether CBC/Radio Canada continues to exist, and in what form, "must" rest with the people of Canada, not the next prime minister.

At this time, when politicians of a certain stripe refer to the media as "the enemy of the people and purveyors of fake news", it is essential in order to protect our democracy, that Canada maintain a strong, independent private and public media.

All Canadian media companies are under severe financial stress due to shifting advertising dollars. Every newsroom in the country has been affected and hundreds of journalists have lost jobs.

Which brings us to "Ronaldo's proposed fix"; a first-step on the road to a solution

For readers illucidation a few informative factoids, questions and answers:

You may not know (or even care) the annual taxpayer subsidy to support all English, French and Aboriginal language CBC/Radio Canada services is $28 per capita. And despite this paltry sum many Canadians continue to complain this is too much.

By comparison Canadian taxpayers pay/subsidize Netflix $120-$168 each year, without complaint. Why? Netflix provides relevant content, free of advertising.

Canadians appreciate and support CBC/Radio Canada's radio services. Why? Because it resembles what they like about Netflix; relevant content, free of advertising.

Canadians complain about the paltry $28 bucks. Why?

Because they don't appreciate/like/support CBC-TV.


Because CBC-TV is loaded with adds and "eye-ball candy floss" fluff programs (to attract even more advertisers) like "Family Feud".

Well it seems logical that if CBC-TV adopted the model their radio services are providing; relevant content, free of advertising the problem goes away. No?

Yes, if the "commercial" irritant "disappears" and the content improves by becoming "relevant", one must assume the audience and taxpayers respond accordingly.

OK, then. Why don't the people who run the place do that?

They can't.

Why? They don't have the money.

Which brings us back to Ronaldo's fix; a first-step on the road to a solution to help both private and publicly owned media companies:

- Increase the annual taxpayer subsidy for CBC/Radio Canada to $50 per capita (an additional $32 and less than half the annual cost of Netflix).

- All commercial revenue (in the Canadian marketplace) would then revert to private media companies to help them deal with their financial crunch.

The next elected government can make this happen. All it takes is guts and will.

OK, but what If that doesn't happen?

Then our fragile democracy is further endangered by a severely weakened Canadian media.

Do you care?

On a lighter note: Bet you didn't know the month of December this year will have five Saturdays, five Sundays and five Mondays. It only happens once every 823 years.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#193 ARE WE HAVING FUN YET? (posted Sept. 19, 2019)

Carrying on with the theme of article #192, this one is also offered as a "public service" for anyone who has not been paying attention to the latest political shenanigans occuring in the best country on the planet.

September 11, 2019 (the anniversary of 9/11) - Justin and Sophie leave their residence hand in hand (what a lovely couple, sigh) on their way to Julie's house, Rideau Hall.

- The purpose of the visit: (for anyone interested in the 'Compendium of Parliamentary Procedure')

On the advice of PM Justin, GG Julie issues a proclamation (published in the Canada Gazette) to dissolve Parliament. Dissolution terminates all business in the Senate and House of Commons, which triggers a general election.

Overjoyed Senators break out the champagne, camembert and crackers and look forward to another extra-long holiday with pay and benefits.

- The purpose of the visit: (for anyone interested in "hot" Ottawa gossip)

Arriving at Rideau Hall, being Quebecers, they greet each other "a la francaise"; in this case a lingering kiss on each cheek.

This PM enjoys kissing his Dad.

Just before the formal proceedings begin, Julie takes Sophie aside and whispers...

I was shocked to see that photo of Justin at the G7 meeting in France. Melania shot your husband a smouldering passionate look before they exchanged kisses (a la francaise), with her crazy, jealous husband standing right next to them playing with his cell phone.

When the photo was uploaded on social media the internet lit up like a Christmas tree.

Were you upset?

Frankly, no. And I wasn't surprised. Ivanka was the first, but not the last, of the Trump-Tarts to signal a desire for a private summit with my husband.

If Justin ever goes beyond exchanging cheek kisses with that crowd, all hell will break loose.

Julie offers some GG advice... keep that one on a short leash, he's a babe-magnet.

The conclusion of the Rideau Hall formalities signalled that for the next 40 days and 40 nights the 'Great White North' is "ungoverned" by politicians.

A nation, rudderless, aimlessly drifting in dangerous waters for 40 days and nights...a perilous state of affairs for a country, right?

Actually it's not.

Really? Oh Ancient One you must elucidate us.

OK, if you insist.

We all know our system of government is based on the British model; the mother of all parliaments.

Yes, so.

And because of this, there exists an "invisible" cadre of folks (top civil servants) that keep the machinery of government working, during the interegnum of an election campaign and after.

Are you suggesting there exists a form of "deep state" operating in our country?

No, I'm not suggesting that we may have a state within a state.

But 48% of our southern neighbours believe in the conspiracy theory that one exists in America.

Their leader, Emperor 'Crazy Pants' is convinced a "deep state" is embedded in their country and is hell-bent to excise it and replace it with his own.

What's a "deep state", oh wise one? It's a body of people, typically influential members of government agencies or the military, believed to be involved in the secret manipulation or control of government policy.

Holy crap that's scary.

You got that right.

But our system is more benign, right? Our Dudley Do-Right (s) would never stoop to doing anything so nefarious, would they?

Umm, well, according to recent news reports one of our most highly placed Do-Right's, with the highest security clearance, stands accused of there goes the word "never".

But since our system is based on the one used by the mother of all parliaments, we obviously have a "foolproof" system of checks and balances, right?

Umm, well, again...those of us who have watched the BBC TV series (1980-1988) "Yes Minister" and "Yes Prime Minister" may have a more skeptical opinion of the British system being fool...proof.

The hilarious political satire British sitcom demonstrates how their system can be manipulated by actions portrayed brilliantly by two of the principal character actors:

Character #1: James Hacker, Baron Hacker of Islington, is Minister of Administrative Affairs, responsible for the British civil service. He eventually rises to the position of Prime Minister with the help of character #2.

Baron Hacker of Islington can best be described as a "dork".

Character #2: Sir Humphrey Appleby, is the permanent secretary representing the civil service. He reports and "works" for James. When James becomes British Prime Minister, Sir Humphrey is appointed cabinet secretary.

Humphrey can best be described as a very powerful civil servant. A master of obfuscation and manipulation who manages to protect his interests and those of the bureaucrats with ingenious wit.

Sir Humphrey says "yes minister" to his "elected boss" repeatedly, though he's clearly understood to mean "no".

His technique is to cleverly use unintelligible "bureaucratese", baffling opponents with long-winded technical jargon and circumlocution which confuses, confounds and manipulates his boss into making decisions that Humphrey favours.

It works so efficiently, he effectively controls the elected minister and ultimately Prime Minister Hacker.

Any need for more elucidation is superfluous.

Back to the Great White North

The leaders of Canada's main political parties competing for votes:

Justin Trudeau, Liberal Party

Andrew Scheer, Conservative Party

Jagmeet Singh, NDP Party

Elizabeth May, Green Party

Yves-Francois Blanchet, Bloc Quebecois

Maxime Bernier, People's Party

All are making promises to spend billions of tax dollars, without providing any "credible" explanation of how or when the books will be balanced.

Fanciful promises using non-existent tax dollars. The very definition of dishonesty - behaving or prone to behave in an untrusworthy or fraudulent way.

Which leaves citizens who actually decide to vote with a conundrum. Do any of these leaders demonstrate an ability to "effectively" deal with the multitude of issues facing the nation?

Fact: A majority of Canadians are deeply in debt.

Fact: Regardless of who wins on October 21, the only thing overburdened taxpayers can look forward to is a continuation of the same old, same old...out of control federal spending, borrowing, growing debt and deficits.

The legacy of this 'prescription for disaster' is to leave behind an unmanageable burden on the backs of future generations.

"We contend that for a nation to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle" - Winston Churchill

There just has to be a better way.


Mr. Sunny Ways - Oops, I just stepped on another cow pie. As the sun sets, it gets really dark.

Mr. Bland - No, no and no. The antithesis of charisma. He's so unlike that other former Speaker who had "it" in spades. Sadly, he decided to resign. We will miss his dulcet tones..."Orrrdurrr, Orrrdurrr". Hopefully his next career will be as a soccer/football commentator "GOAL!...GOAL!...GOAL!".

Mr. Beard of the colouful turbans - Wrong leader. Green's will cut into his base.

Madame Vert - Experience, integrity. The most credible/capable of them all. Thankfully, keeping the climate crisis in the spotlight. Should gain five or six seats.

Monsieur Blanchet - Anyone who promotes/favours the breakup of the country should not be on the ballot.

Monsieur Mad Max - Will erode Mr. Bland's base.


A "temporary" minority government, supported by a coalition with Greens, NDP or both.

"Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm" - Winston Churchill

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory


Boys and girls, ladies and gentle men, sadly, summer recess is over. September has arrived and time to get serious, again.

The BIG serious facing voting-age citizens this Fall is the October 21st election.

The following essay is offered on this Labour Day long weekend as a public service from a skeptical and aging concerned citizen.


CHAPTER ONE - The "Game"

You can always tell an election is coming when politicians turn their focus, time and attention to the embattled voter/taxpayer(s).

The governing party always has the "early" advantage; they have use of the public purse.

However, they also have a vulnerable disadvantage, their "track record", which opponents will exploit to highlight incompetence, waste and failed promises.

(Analogy) - Building a Bee Colony

Parties engage a highly-paid campaign manager (the Queen bee) who uses an army of computer literate and social media savvy recruits (male drones and female worker-bees) to guide the party to the flower of victory...or a wilting defeat.

The 'Queen bee' relies on a time-tested election campaign "guidebook" to focus the enterprise.

This critically important "little red book" contains "tips" on how to use promises, pledges, lots of money and lies to dupe gullible voters.

For instance, tips on how to bribe voters with their money.

The Map to Glory

A few months before the writ is dropped, senior members of the party will forego their summer vacation to crisscross the nation.

In "targeted" cities, towns and hamlets, their task is to shovel bucket-loads of "promised money" off the back of a rented semitrailer painted in party insignia. Billions magically become buy votes.

These are choreographed events to attract media and provide the ideal setting to push the campaign theme which should always be a message of "optimism and positivity" in a bright and prosperious future, providing you elect/re-elect "us"...and the catastrophe awaiting the nation should the nabobs of negativism be elected.

An example of a positive pitch:

Whoop-de-doo, happy days are here again...our great and prosperous country is flush with money, rolling in dough due to our diligent and exceptional management of your tax dollars and the economy.

Worker-bees are on hand to cue the rent-a-crowd "supporters" to enthusiastically clap, cheer and drown out any boos.

The guaranteed reaction of the targeted recipients, whom you have just made joyous by sprinkling them with magical monetary fairy dust, will be happiness. Consequently, they wouldn't dare say "where did the money come from, aren't the books bleeding red?"

To rookie candidates who might ask, "But that's lying or at best cheating, isn't it?", quietly advise the newbies "yes, kind of, but not to worry, you'll soon get used to that".

RULE: Never reveal, even to your most trusted confidant; you know, it's a shell game, a con.

If the gullible find out what's being shovelled off the trucks is actually "a tax I.O.U.", money the embattled taxpayer(s) will owe and have to eventually pay for...we are toast!

RULE: Never mention the word "deficit".

Some smart-ass reporter or opposition plant may shout "The federal budget deficit for fiscal 2019-20 is projected to be a whopping $19.8 billion. How can you be dolling out billions?"

Stand your ground, accuse the questioner of being a nabob of negativism, a fear monger and cue the rent-a-crowd "supporters" to make a lot of noise.

RULE: Duck, dodge, stall and obfuscate any and all "embarrassing" questions.

If this especially "awkward" question is asked, "Didn't the Liberals promise the books would be balanced by 2019?"

Adopt the technique of "plausible deniability" and shout back 'That was a rumour, a lie spread by the purveyors of fake news and our opponents'. Point an accusing finger at the cameras, shake your head and firmly say 'Everybody knows the actual promise was, we will balance the books over time subject to the proclivities of market forces over which we have no control'.

If you're really stuck and can't make up something plausible, answer the question with a question.

In real sticky situations that may prove difficult have the worker-bees cue the rent-a-crowd "supporters" to chant the campaign slogan, boo and jeer questioners into submission.

Always remember some voters listening to your spin are not sophisticated, and don't realize they are being conned. Some actually still believe in "the better angels of our nature" and that "this time things will be different".

If that brings a tear to your eye or pangs of conscience, you are definitely not cut out for this line or work. Otherwise focus on one objective: get elected using whatever means.

Because, if "we" are elected government, it won't matter. There's nothing voters can do about it, for four years.

NEW RULES: As an MP of the governing party, you are now a member of a team that speaks with one voice. Forget why your constituents voted for you or any notion of independence.

From now on you will stay on script, never stray from the party line, bob your head affirmatively whenever the leader speaks and heed all directives from the PMO.

The consequences for not maintaining this discipline are dire. Remember what happened to Jody "for not being a team player".

Deceipt: the action or practice of deceiving someone by concealing or misrepresenting the truth.

Cynicism: an inclination to believe that people are motivated purely by self-interest.

CHAPTER TWO - The "environment"

The Fall election is occurring during an especially precarious, delicate, fragile and dangerous time caused primarily by a sleep-deprived, tweet-obsessed, paranoid nut job.

While Canada remains one of the wealthiest and best countries on the planet, the economy is just sputtering along, not performing efficiently or up to its potential, for a whole raft of domestic and international reasons.

Despite record low interest rates a majority of Canadians are drowning in debt.

One major impediment to economic prosperity is international.

Canada's "canolas" are being tightly squeezed; caught between two antagonistic superpowers.

- one helmed by the aformentioned nut job, obsessed with demonstrating he always holds the strongest hand.

- the other by a patient inscrutible leader, determined to prove that his country could rocket to worldwide economic dominance soon, and without the encumbrances of a modern democracy.

Cause and Affect

On December 1st, 2018, in the international transit area of the Vancouver airport, the RCMP arrested, Meng Wanzhou, Huawei's chief financial officer.

The arrest was made at the behest of a foreign "Emperor-King"; call sign 'Crazy Pants'.

Meng was changing planes, enroute to Mexico, had no plans to enter Canada and had not broken any Canadian law.

Her indefinite legal detention, in Vancouver, made the inscrutable one mad as us. He demanded release of Meng Wanzhou and her immediate return to China.

Our fearless leader cited the Extradition Act and Canada's rule of law responding with a firm, no.

Consequently, China kidnapped two of our citizens, squeezed our "canolas" harder, adding to the boycott of canola, soy beans, beef, pork and restricting Chinese tourist visits to Canada, threatening more penalties to come.

Canada played a "flimflam" card in retaliation explaining,

1) The Extradition agreement with the U.S...made us do it.

2) Respect for the rule of Canadian law...made us do it.

Truth is...the aformentioned foreign Emperor-King 'Crazy Pants'...made us do it.

Meng's Canadian lawyers countered in court, pointing to Trudeau's "disrespect" for the rule of law by his own actions in the SNC-Lavalin scandal, specifically disregarding the law for political advantage in the upcoming election.

Appears hard to defend what Meng's lawyers believe is anything other than a hypocritical double standard on the part of the Canadian government.

Then, in January 2019, Canadian Ambassador to China, John McCallum, was fired by the PM for suggesting during a radio interview what many consider to be a quick and efficient resolution to the dilemma:

- send Meng home

- retrieve our incarcerated citizens

- which will quickly get trade with China back on track

Sounds rational and reasonable, n'est-ce-pas?

Certainly much better than the government acquiescing to a whacko's bidding, allowing itself to be used as a pawn by an American President in a trade war with China.

Consider if the situation was reversed and Canada wanted the U.S. to extradite one of Vlad's oligarchs visiting America who was charged with breaking a Canadian law. Would 'Crazy Pants' acquiesce and extradite him? Not in a New York minute, hour, day, week, month, year or decade. The mad Emperor-King would stab Canada in the back in a heartbeat.

Hopefully, whoever becomes the governing party on October 21st, takes McCallum's sage advice, returns Meng to China and in the process sends Donald Duck a message that we're finished being his patsy.


What if voters elect enough of "the best and brightest" candidates who have the guts to break away from traditional parties?

What if "the best and brightest" MP's were to work together, in a no-party coalition, to find practical solutions to the many "seemingly" irreconcilable domestic problems facing the nation?

What if the coalition of "the best and brightest" got rid of the Senate?

Wouldn't that, at the very least, be better than the status quo and give the country a fighting chance of maintaining a decent standard of living and prosper?

Yes, without a doubt, monsieur Ronald, it's a delusional idea.

The alternative:

- stop complaining about paying more and more taxes,

- stop complaining about government waste and,

- accept it's going to be the same old, same old...Ad infinitum.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#191 IN CASE YOU DOZED OFF AND MISSED IT (posted Aug. 24, 2019)


Where: Lower North America...the capital "Bonkersville" D.C...precisely, the White House lawn.

What: Just another zany day in the ongoing comedy/tragedy soap opera - "El-Nutso Profundo".

Well, not exactly. This one was extra-zany even for regular watchers of 'Crazy Pants' press conference "performances".

As the 'Greatest One Ever' strode (imperially) towards Chopper-One, blades whirling ready to take him skyward (sigh), he glanced at the gaggle of news scribes shouting questions.

Like a moth attracted to light, the lure of all those microphones and cameras drew him like his irresistable predilection to young women.

Jaunting (imperially) towards the hated fake-news gaggle, leering warily, jaw thrust forward, ready to take them on...raising a (smallish) hand and pointing a commanding (smallish) finger at who would be allowed to ask a question, "you, not you" picking favourites, shunning others.

For 36 minutes 'It's All About Me" shouted rapid fire answers(?) that turned out to be an erratic, incoherent tirade full of boasts, self-aggrandizement, prevarication, rancour and insults. Then pivoting to blame every problem on the incompetence of others e.g., former presidents, all media organizations except Fox, Democrats, Jews who vote for Democrats, China, Allies, The Fed, Greenland, the Danish Prime Minister...and whatever else popped into his head.

But what really got everyone's attention...

Within hours of referring to himself as the "King of Israel", as the rambling "shoot from the mouth" press conference continued, 'Crazy Pants' looked skyward and proclaimed "I am the Chosen One".

The media gaggle stood gape-jawed as the "out of the blue" proclamation began to sink in.

The coiled tube earpiece worn by surrounding secret service agents crackled audibly, "Oh, oh, POTUS is off his meds again".

Watching intently on their electronic devices, his rabid cult-followers reacted with euphoria. Their exalted leader's audacious claim suggested he's "The Second Coming" - AKA "His Rapturessness".

Pardon? His what?

Well, it's complicated because it has to do with faith.

Faith is confidence or trust in a person, thing, or concept. In the context of religion, one can define faith as confidence or trust in a particular system of religious belief.

Many of "His Rapturessnesses" hard-core base are American evangelicals who believe in "The Rapture".

The what?

I will elucidate.

The rapture is an eschatological concept of certain Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end time event when all Christian believers who are alive will rise along with the resurrected dead believers into Heaven and join Christ.

Other kinds of faith groups believe the bonus for "doing it to others" is seven virgins.


Does this mean anyone not a member of this, that or whatever faith group is...S.O.L.?

From their perspective, that's the way the cookie crumbles and tempis for everyone else.

Holy crap!

You got that right.

Does this mean American evangelical "Christians" are willing to support and vote for a man who is morally and mentally unfit to hold the office of President of the United States?

To blindly follow an unstable individual who firmly believes in the concept that as President of a Republic "He is the State"? Like the guy who said "L'Etat c'est Moi"?

Appears so and it's important to remember VP Mickey Pence and his Mrs. are big-time evangelicals and note, Mickey always stands next to 'Crazy Pants' silently nodding in agreement.

Holy crap, X deux!

You got that right, again.

That's scary merde, monsieur.

Oui, X trois.

THE DAY - WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 21st, 2019 (afternoon)

Where: Upper North America...the capital...the one where the unelected "camembert and broken crackers" gang (Senators) feast on the taxpayer dime.

What: The House of Commons Ethics Committee hold an extraordinary summer emergency meeting to hear testimony from the independent Ethics Commissioner about his report on the SNC-Lavalin scandal.

Why: Commissioner Dion agreed to testify. He had reported being unable to conduct a "full investigation" because nine witnesses were prevented from sharing information. The Privy Council declined his request to waive cabinet confidence. The Prime Minister could, but also declined.

Mr. Trudeau stated he disagreed with Mr. Dion's conclusions (that he had broken the law) and would not apologize for his actions - improperly putting pressure on Attorney General, Jody Wilson-Raybould, to intervene in the criminal case regarding SNC-Lavalin.

Signal - PMO to Liberals: Shut it down and make it all go away, fast!

Dutifully, the gutless bobble-head Liberal members of the committee complied and quashed every effort to have Mr. Dion or any of the nine testify, voting 5-4 against.

In the process Liberals tossed another election pledge into the trashcan - to govern on a principle of "openness and accountability".

The only party leader to attend the ethics committee meeting, Elizabeth May, an experienced parliamentarian not prone to hyperbole, commented on the record "The Prime Minister is guilty of an offence so grave that resignation is an appropriate response".

Powerful words that might motivate desperate Liberals to make a leadership change now, rather than risk losing power October 21st.

Here's a thought

Why not let a woman lead our country for a change.

There are several with "experience and integrity" who appear more capable than the current slate of male party leaders.

Here's three pearls of wisdom

The consensus after every election is that 100% of voters believe 50% of voters have lost their minds.

Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly and for the same reason.

Don't steal. That's the governments job.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#190 WHAT'S IN A NAME? (posted August 13, 2019)
Well, as always, it all depends...
In troubled times, we are encouraged by those who "claim" to know of what they speak to relax, chill out, take a time out and clear your mind of all negative thoughts.
The goal (they claim) is to seek and discover "our true inner-selves" through alternative medicine techniques such as meditation.
This advice comes from people like Mr. Deepak Chopra.
Deepak Chopra.
Ronald, you're joshing us again, right?
Deepak is someone who "claims" he really-really-really knows of what he speaks.
Come on Ron, some of us actually know Deepak Chopra was appointed President and CEO of Canada Post by Stephen Harper, back in 2011.
And who could forget he's the guy who introduced the extremely unpopular plan to eliminate door-to-door delivery of mail and converting to "community mail boxes".
The guy who managed to turn a group (that always vote in elections) into an angry mob; by forcing them from the comfort of their home, in the middle of winter, to go outside to pick up mail.
Political Maxim: "Never piss-off old people."
It took the Liberals until 2018 to get rid of him.
Are you trying to suggest, Monsieur Ronald, Deepak Chopra, who single-handedly caused the stress and anxiety level of elder citizens to increase "exponentially", somehow twisted himself into a pretzel and morphed into a Guru of relaxation techniques?
I'm referring to another Deepak Chopra.
There's another one?
Yep...likely several.
You're making this up, right?
The Deepak Chopra I'm referring to is an Indian-born American author, public speaker, alternative medicine advocate, and prominent figure in the New Age movement.
He has become one of the best-known and wealthiest figures in alternative medicine.
In 1980, as a licensed physician, he became chief of staff at the New England Memorial Hospital.
He met Maharishi Mahesh Yogi in 1985 (no relation to my favourite yogi - Yogi Berra) and became involved with the Transcendental Meditation movement which led to establishing the Maharishi Ayurveda Health Center.
Like many others, he gained a following by being interviewed on "The Oprah Winfrey Show".
Chopra speaks and writes regularly about metaphysics, including the study of consciousness and Vedanta philosophy.
He is a philosophical idealist, arguing for the primacy of consciousness over matter and for teleology and intelligence in nature - that mind, or "dynamically active consciousness", is a fundamental feature of the universe.
Ronnie, stop pulling our leg(s), admit you just made that up.
Nope, but many suspect Deepak did.
The ideas this Chopra promotes have been regularly criticized by the medical and scientific professionals as pseudoscience.
Evolutionary biologist, Richard Dawkins, has said that Chopra uses "quantum jargon as plausible-sounding hocus pocus".
Geez, do they mean this guy made millions by conning and duping people into believing this highfalutin bullshit?
Yep, yep and yep..."they" contend underneath all the ostentatious verbiage is a slick snake-oil salesman with a PHD (Piled High and Deep).
Now let's try something 'His-Yoginess' Deepak would recommend.
Close your eyes, take several deep breaths, relax and clear your cluttered mind.
On the "blank" canvas of your now "blank" mind, paint an idyllic, magical, peaceful place...a scenic seaside town, on an island, on a peninsula.
If you're thinking 'Sidney by the Sea', on the Saanich Peninsula, on Vancouver Island; Stop, REWIND, because you're in the wrong part of the Great White (and melting) North.
RESET...let's begin again.
Close your eyes, deep breaths, relax and clear your mind of all thoughts.
On the canvas of your now hopefully-blank mind, think - idyllic, magical, peaceful, scenic seaside town on a peninsula, on an island.
This time please stay awake - the quiz will begin with a clue:
Name the Town - clue #1:
It's a historic fishing village on the Avalon Peninsula, on a coastal island, with a now-booming tourism industry and a new brewery.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...sorry, we're drawing a "blank" (pun intended) on the name.
Oh come on, did everyone fail geography?
Not all of us, but a few more clues would be helpful, please Monsieur D.
OK, more clues from soft-hearted moi.
Clue #2: Not that many years ago, the "People's Network" censor brigade (language police) banned any reference to this Town; citing their no-no-words book of "sensitive" words in vogue at the time - deemed verboten...never, ever to be uttered on-air. Today's "political correctness" police.
Clue #3: The name is notorious, being the most "stolen" town-sign in Canada.
Clue #4: The Town's new 'Sister City' is...Hollywood.
Clue #5: No current resident knows where, when or how the town name originated.
Clue #6: Grade school students are cautioned by their teachers to be "extra careful" when searching the internet while doing a project on their hometown.
Clue #7: American late-night talk show host, Jimmy Kimmel, wants to serve the town as mayor. In order to attract attention to the town's "exotic" features and his campaign, he has picked a slogan "There's a Little D...O in Everyone!"
Clue #8: Nobody knew or cared about who Jimmy Kimmel was until his advance team arrived in their midst.
OK, enough stalling, it's time for the answer:
Bingo, drum roll, fanfare...finally someone got it...D-I-L-D-O!
"Dildodians" are over-the-moon with the sudden "world-wide" media attention, courtesy of mayoral hopeful and late night star, Jimmy Kimmel.
All this sudden attention follows on the heels of another Newfoundland and Labrador town success, depicted in the smash hit musical "Come From Away" that celebrates the legendary hospitality, kindness and welcome offered all visitors "from away".
1,198 "Dildodians" are now busy preparing for the coming tourism boom and the arrival of councillors representing other towns/villages/hamlets/truck-stops whose names "might make you blush", eager to learn how the town of DILDO won the promotional lottery that is sure to help "goose" their fragile economy.
Canadian exotic places like:
Spread Eagle (has a great view of Dildo Arm), Come by Chance - Newfoundland and Labrador
St. Louis du Ha! Ha! - Quebec
Dorking, Crotch Lake, Ball's Falls, Punkydoodles Corners - Ontario
Climax - Saskatchewan
Spuzzum and Stoner - British Columbia
Why would anyone (not) want to live there? There's no other place on the planet...quite like it!
Netflix (just) released a 2-hour "must-see" documentary entitled "The Great Hack". A stunning piece of investigative journalism of how data company "Cambridge Analytica" came to symbolize the frightening "dark side" of social media in the wake of the 2016 U.S. presidential election, Brexit, etc.. An expose of data harvesting, manipulation and mind-control by Facebook and Silicon Valley. A hard and alarming look at what's hiding in plain sight.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#189 MID-SUMMER MUSINGS (posted Aug. 8, 2019)

As the long days of summer dwindle down to a precious few, two lighthearted bons-bons that, hopefully, will momentarily distract from the madness all around us, initiated by the unpredictable and dangerous actions of the 'Four Horsemen of the (modern) Apocalypse':

Vlad, The Invader

Donald, The mad Emperor-King

Missile-Launcher, Kim

The Inscrutable Xi


"Fee-fi-fo-fum" the first line of a historical quatrain famous for its use in the classic English fairy tale "Jack and the Beanstalk".

Anyone who can remember the rest of the rhyme shall immediately proceed to the front of the class and collect one extra-large "gold-star memory badge".


Though the rhyme is tetrameric, it follows no consistent metrical foot; however, the respective verses correspond to monosyllabic tetrameter, dactylic tetrameter, trochaic tetrameter, and iambic tetrameter. The poem has historically made use of assonant half rhyme.


Pardon?...what the woman hiding in the dashboard of my car always responds when I ask her to do something.

Anyone who understands the aformentioned "tetrameric mumbo-jumbo" shall quietly proceed to the front of the class and sit in the first row; with the rest of the "nerdy-nerds".

The class front row always seems to include "Shakespeare aficionados" who remember the rhyme also appears in the play "King Lear" where the character Edgar exclaims:

"Fie, foh, fum

I smell the blood of a British man"

The archaic word "fie" is used to express disapproval.

Who knew? Who cares?

Only Shakespear aficionados...remember them, the smarty-pants show-offs who sat in the first row of every class.


Inside every older person is a younger person wondering...what the hell happened?

Oldsters (come moi) can only surmise the reason nobody told us what would happen as we age...out of a sense of kindness "they" must have wanted to keep the "big-surprise" a secret, so as not to spoil what happens in between...the bookends...fondly referred to as the period of life from "diapers to Depends".

You know you're getting old when...

You feel your body is being auctioned off one part at a time..."going, going, gone!"

You get out of the shower and you're glad the mirror is fogged up!

"Talk about getting old. I was getting dressed and a peeping-tom looked in the window, took a look and pulled down the shade." - Joan Rivers

It appears most of the ads are targeted at you. The purveyors of snake-oil products wanting to take your money by promising an easy fix:

Retrieve your long-gone "youthiness" by ordering our magic creams, lotions, potions and elixirs.

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"I'm at an age when my back goes out more than I do." - Phyllis Diller

"By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere." - Billy Crystal

"You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred." - Woody Allen

At my age...

I've seen it all,

I've heard it all,

I've done it all,

I just can't remember it all...

Only the Scots could dream up a game that you can play well into old-age. A game where the person with the fewest points wins. A game that can easily make you crazy because the more you play the worse you get.

It did not take long for the Scots to realize the only way to remain sane and play this new game was to consume a shot of scotch after each hole.

Ergo, it did not take very long for golf's inventors to decide and accept that it was impossible to continue playing...after eighteen holes.

Make someone you like, feel special...write them a handwritten letter. Before you mail it ask a young person if they know what a handwritten letter is.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#188 IS REMEMBERING HISTORY IMPORTANT? (posted July 16, 2019)

Philosopher, essayist, poet and novelist, George Santayana, believed knowledge of history is so important he created aphorisms to (hopefully) influence humans to remember their history.

Two of the most often quoted:

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"

"Only the dead have seen the end of war"

July 1st Canadians, A Mari Usque Ad Mare, celebrated the nations 152nd birth; prompting yet another round of media speculation pondering why, especially the younger demographic, appear unaware and disinterested in pre and post Confederation history.

Is it because history is not "in vogue" these days?

Is it because school curriculums don't give the subject sufficient priority?

Even people applying for Canadian Citizenship must now pass a written test on their knowledge of pre and post Confederation history.

How many Canadians, born here would find this test daunting?

Absence of a proper grounding in civics and history may be directly connected to the abysmally low voter turnout for federal, provincial and municipal elections...which is not good for a healthy democracy.

During a presentation to 4th-year university students about my CBC career a few years ago, I asked the following (related) questions:

1) What is the connection between Canada's first prime minister and Louis Riel?

2) What dastardly deed was committed against Acadians by the British military?

Over a hundred students remained silent. Not one hand went up.

I may as well have been speaking Klingon.

How many of them could obtain a passing grade on the Canadian Citizenship Test?

My pre and post Confederation history lessons took place at Provencher Collegiate Institute in St. Boniface, Manitoba; a bilingual (French-English) all boys RC school.

All courses in grades one to nine were taught in French with a daily English and Latin class.

Grades ten to twelve courses were taught in English with a daily French class.

Consequently, Canadian history (pre and post Confederation) was first learned in French, from books written and published in Quebec (the conquered peoples).

Students reaching grade ten were then introduced to Canadian history in English, from books written and published in Ontario and the U.K. (the conquerors).

We were presented with books containing two "different" versions of the same events.

Heros in French history books were labeled as traitors in English books and vice versa.

Which told the true story? None.

Confused students were left to decide and ultimately come to realize "the real story" was not only illusive but relied on the particular bias of the author(s) and their masters.

As is often suggested - the "lasting" version of history is always written by the conquerors.

I graduated from grade twelve a life-long skeptic.


Three days after Canada's birthday, Americans celebrated their 243rd Independence Day, marking the anniversary of the breakaway from the British King.

Taking his cue from the leaders he most admires (Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong-Un and XI Jinping), "I'm the Greatest Ever" decided to depart from traditional July 4th celebrations and move the country another step closer to a dictatorship...his own.

Emperor "Crazy Pants" ordered his Generals to stage a grand military parade (including the biggest tanks and planes) to act as props for their Commander-in-Chief who stood in front of the Lincoln Memorial delivering a speech in praise of himself.

During the speech Trump (once again) demonstrated his absolute lack of even the most basic knowledge of American history while recalling the creation of the Army by the Continental Congress in 1775:

"The Continental Army suffered a bitter winter of Valley Forge, found glory across the waters of the Delaware and seized victory from Cornwallis of Yorktown. Our Army manned the air, it rammed the ramparts, it took over the airports, it did everything it had to do."

From his extraordinary super-brain, to his mouth, to their ears; this garbled nonsense was supposed to illicit a roar of approval from the crowd, followed by HAIL TO THE CHIEF.

His Generals cringed as their Commander-in-Chief appeared oblivious to an historical fact; Wilbur and Orville Wright invented and flew the first airplane in 1903.

However, facts never seem to matter or intrude as the Bullshitter-in-chief performs his ersatz intellectual sleight of hand which somehow continues to impress his cult followers.

What he could not have anticipated or control was his Gong-show being thwarted by Mother Nature.

She seized upon the occasion to dump buckets of rain on "Crazy Pants" and his grandiose spectacle.

Former Republican House Speaker, Paul Ryan, condemns Trump in a book to be released written by Tim Alberta of Politico entitled "American Carnage".

Alberta writes that the former speaker, who retired from Congress in 2018, could not stand the idea of another two years with the Republican president and saw retirement as the "escape hatch".

Reverting to his usual modus operandi (insults), Trump unleashed a tirade of tweets labelling Ryan a "lame duck failure". The bully's standard defence against the truth.

Those who are closest to "Crazy Pants" and the sycophants who surround him, understand that what's really lurking underneath the orange television makeup and dyed comb-over is a thin-skinned, mean, knuckle-dragging, racist thug - a dangerous vindictive man without a single "real" friend.

What will be left of America if and when the mad Emperor-King is finally deposed is anyone's guess.

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#187 GRUMPY OLD FART OR YOUNG AT HEART? (posted June 26, 2019)


A national survey suggests Canadians are "happier" after age 55 and older.



Older Canadians are "happiest" because they're in the place they want to be - RETIRED.

You made that up, right?


According to a recent poll compiled by the firm Leger, using their 'Happiness Index', the East Coast came in first followed by Quebec and B.C. as the happiest provinces.


Yep! And who would ever challenge a 'Happiness Index'?

According to Leger, one of the things that sets Quebecers apart from the rest of us, is their "joie de vivre"..."joy of life"...mais oui, bien sur.

Leger does not clarify why Ontario had the lowest scores. But the crowd reaction at the Raptors celebration when Premier Dougie Ford was introduced, provides a clue.

Money itself is not what people believe makes them happy, rather, among the "keys":

Enjoy your family, enjoy the life you have, and enjoy the space you're in now.

Do you believe in the adage:

a) Growing old is what you make of it?

b) Fairy tales can come true,

They can happen to you,

When you're young at heart?

Or maybe you're slip-slidin' across the stage of life towards old age and worried about it?

Or maybe you're living through one of the decades, defined by our age-obsessed society, as "old-age; combating common aspects of ageing?

Is your glass half-full or half-empty?

Do you aspire ever becoming a nonagenarian?

A what?

A person who is from 90 to 99 years old.

I stumbled across a 2017 documentary that celebrates getting really old.

A member of that very rare and growing club, Carl Reiner, tracks down several nonagenarians to show how the twilight years can be rewarding.

Whether or not you're feeling like "a grumpy old fart", bored, or looking for something uplifting to cheer you up, I strongly recommend you watch "If You're Not in the Obit, Eat Breakfast".

This slice of nonagenarian living will make you smile, cry and feel better about enjoying "the space you're in now".

"What do you enjoy most about being 97?"

After a short pause he responded, "breathing!"

Peggy Lee, 1969:

"If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing,

Let's break out the booze and have a ball,

If that's all there is"

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#186 REACH FOR THE BOTTOM (posted June 8, 2019)

Part One

On June 4th, in a Globe and Mail opinion piece, Konrad Yakabuski, informed readers:

"The CBC is launching a Canadian version of the U.S. game show 'Family Feud' in a bid to boost its advertising revenues by further dumbing down its schedule".

The new CBC-Radio Canada president, Catherine Tait, told advertising industry executives in Toronto, the CBC is making "a renewed commitment to growing commercial revenue" in order to become "masters of our own destiny".

To a Montreal business audience, she was even more explicit "We want to keep our diversified funding revenue model because we don't want to be vulnerable to shifts in the marketplace and government".

CBC's new head of English services, Barbara Williams, referred to the 4 X weekly scheduled 'Family Feud' show as follows:

"The factual fun format stuff is engaging, and it draws a big audience, and it brings people into our schedule, and from there you promote them into the other things they might not have known about - that's how TV programming still works".

Comments like that, to promote a new show, is expected if it came from an executive representing a private sector commercial TV company whose objective is chasing more eyeballs to make money for their shareholders.

But coming from the head of CBC English services is stunning, and may suggest that Ms.Williams either has zero comprehension of the primary role and responsibility of a public broadcaster or that, from her perspective, CBC's core mandate is irrelevant, unimportant and out of date.

This, coming from the most senior English services executive, along with the comments expressed by the CBC president "to focus on chasing more ad dollars" is foolhardy, ill-advised and "signals" that CBC television is heading in the wrong direction - down a rat-hole to oblivion.

Taking such a path will further endanger the very existence of the public broadcaster, especially at this critical time when all media is under threat and journalists are being referred to by some politicians and others as "the enemy and purveyors of fake news".

There's more than enough 'fake news' garbage on social media, influencing young and uninformed minds, to make it crystal-clear that legitimate journalistic organizations should be strenghthened not destroyed.

Democracy itself is threatened without independent competing media companies, staffed with qualified journalists, keeping citizens informed and providing a check on those controlling the levers of power.

Many hoped that those who replaced the previous CBC board of directors and president would have the foresight to present a plan to deal with the following question: What's "wrong" with CBC television?

Ironically, the answer Is staring the overseers in the face: Everything that's "right" about CBC Radio.

The formula is there, just copy it!

CBC Radio provides relevant content to listeners, without advertising interruption.

This makes CBC Radio "unique and distinctive" from all other radio providers in Canada and therefore worth subsidizing from the public purse.

Whereas, CBC television content is interrupted every ten minutes with several commercial ads, which gawls viewers watching news, current affairs and drama programs.

This makes CBC-TV look and feel like every other TV provider in Canada and is the main reason many taxpayers resent paying even a "measly" $34 annually to support the services provided by CBC-Radio Canada.

Following is Devion's "$34 worth of advice" offered to the CBC-Radio Canada board, president and management:

1) The recently released 3-year strategic plan is "uninspiring"; will not solve the aformentioned TV problem, and from a practical standpoint, CBC doesn't have enough money to pull it off, and you know it. Best to shelve this "DOA" plan now.

2) Past 5-year strategic plans kept changing and shifting priorities, especially in television. The result; constant confusion for the whiplashed, bewildered troops and shareholders wondering "where the hell are they going with TV now?"

3) The ill-advised strategic money problem "solution" - chase more advertising dollars - comes with a warning, "He who pays the piper calls the tune". Do you really want to risk losing further editorial control over parts of your schedule? Like what happened with the "disastrous" Rogers/CBC hockey arrangement (negotiated?) by your predecessors before their exit.

If you need reminding what happened, read Toronto sports journalist David Shoalts' book "Hockey Fight In Canada".

4) Best to go back to the drawing board before the fall election, and present taxpayers, candidates running for office and your staff a bold, daring, aspirational three-year goal.

Consider pitching the stakeholders something like this:

For an additional $20 per year, per capita from taxpayers, guaranteed for three years, CBC-Radio Canada promises to provide, relevant commercial-free content delivered as a "public service".

Obtaining support for this goal from stakeholders would also benefit the private sector commercial broadcasters (who are also hurting) because all commercial broadcast revenue would then be available to them.

5) Get this critical subject onto the October election agenda. Reporters from all media companies can ask candidates "what is your position is on this issue".

6) Communications: Your predecessors used a disrespectful/dishonest communication tactic: "Keep them in the dark and never complain, never explain". Do the opposite. Be upfront with stakeholders who pay the bills. Use the powerful media at your disposal to regularly keep the public informed.

Footnote: Forgotten what a Philistine is? Here's a refresher.

Philistine: A person who is hostile or indifferent to culture and the arts, or who has no understanding of them.

Part Two

We began with CBC's upcoming "intellectually-challenging?" new quiz show. To test your skill let's try a question from a "better" quiz show called 'Jeopardy':

Alex Trebek: Readers, your category is People.

Alex: He lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.

For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtelty, no sensitivity, no self awareness, no humility, no honour, and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, his predecessor was generously blessed with.

He never once said something wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not once, ever.

For us to lack humour is almost inhuman. He doesn't even seem to understand what a joke is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

And worse he is that most unforgivable of all things, a bully. That is except when he is amongst bullies, then he transforms into a snivelling sidekick.

He punches downward and every blow is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.

It's impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring into the abyss.

God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.

We can only imagine what the Queen was thinking, standing next to a cowardly draft-dodger, on the eve of the 75th anniversary of D-Day. A pompous embarrassment on full display in his ill-fitting penguin costume, posturing like an infamous Italian fascist dictator he admires.

On D-Day America sent their best...on the 75th, their worst.

Alex: Readers, over to you.

Any reader who answers incorrectly must immediately check their pulse.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#185 STRESS, GIGGLES AND GUFFAWS (posted June 2, 2019)

Recently, I watched a HBO documentary entitled "One Nation Under Stress" hosted by Dr. Sanjay Gupta which explained how stress is playing a role in reducing American life expectancy three years in a row, particularly in white working class Baby Boomers.

"We know what's driving up these deaths", Dr. Gupta explains, "opioid overdoses, suicide and liver cirrhoses." The number one stressor is money.

In the 1960's, America had the highest life expectancy in the world. Now the U.S. ranks near the bottom of developed nations.

What happened is revealed in this 'should-watch' documentary.

"Could it be that a society gets so stressed out that it actually starts to break?" - Dr. Sanjay Gupta

It's hard to ignore that the daily avalanche of bad news adds stress to our lives.

With summer right around the corner, many look forward to a much-needed vacation to provide a temporary antidote.

Glorious summertime. Time to relax, lighten up, chill-out and get away for a respite.

However, vacations are never, ever long enough; always too brief before it's time to resume the "daily grind".

But there's another, better antidote available for the rest of the year when it comes to relieving stress; more giggles and guffaws, just what the doctor ordered.

Whether you're guffawing at a sitcom on TV like the hilarious classic 'Mary Tyler Moore' episode "Chuckles the Clown Bites the Dust" or quietly giggling at a newspaper cartoon, laughing does you good.

Laughter is a great form of stress relief, and that's no joke.

A good sense of humour can't cure all ailments, but data is mounting about the positive things laughter can do.

A good laugh has great short-term effects. When you start to laugh, it doesn't just lighten your load mentally, it actually induces physical changes in your body.

Laughter enhances your intake of oxygen-rich air, stimulates your heart, lungs and muscles, and increases the endorphins that are released by your brain. A rollicking laugh fires up and then cools down your stress response, and it can increase and then decrease your heart rate and blood pressure. The result? A good, relaxed feeling.

Laughter can stimulate circulation and aid muscle relaxation, both of which can help reduce some of the physical symptoms of stress.

Laughter may ease pain by causing the body to produce its own natural painkillers.

Laughter can help lessen depression and anxiety and make you feel happier.

Laughter is the best go ahead and give it a try.

Here's Two Little Lighten your Day

Ditty #1

Donald Trump, Rudy Giuliani, The Pope and a small Mexican kid were on a plane. The plane was plummeting and was going to crash.

There were only three parachutes.

"I'm the only Presidential-lawyer here. I'll take a parachute" said Rudy.

"I'm the greatest-ever, smartest-ever in here, so I'll take a parachute" said Donald.

They both grabbed a parachute and leaped out of the plane.

The Pope said to the young boy, "Go ahead son, take the last parachute".

The boy replied "It's alright Your Holiness, the smartest man in the world just took my school bag".

Ditty #2

We've just come back from a holiday in Spain.

My wife didn't really enjoy it, because everyone could speak English and all the food was like the stuff we eat back home.

She said "Next time, I want to go somewhere where they eat wierd shit and you can't understand a word they say."

So I've just booked us a fortnight in Scotland.

Come on now...admit it...that made you smile and feel better...even if you're Scottish.

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#184 ORANGE AND BLACK (posted May 20, 2019)

Re-creation of a Recent Event

Where? A mansion in Toronto.

When? Mid-May 2019.

Why? Read on...

Ring-ring, ring-ring, ring-ring...

Butler: Lord Crossharbour residence.

Female voice: This is a call from the President.

Butler: Pardon?

Female voice: The President wishes to speak to the Lord.

Butler: Which one?

Female voice: Which one what?

Butler: Which president?

Female voice: The greatest one ever, you idiot, now stop playing silly word games and put him on, the President doesn't have all day.

Butler: One moment, please.

Butler: Lord Black, a call for you, sir.

Black: Who is it?

Butler: Somebody called the great one.

Black: Why would Wayne Gretzky be calling me?

Butler: Who is Wayne Gretzky, sir?

Black: Never mind, give me the phone.

Black: Wayne, it's Conrad, how are you?

Voice: It's not Wayne, It's Donald.

Conrad: Donald who? My man-servant told me it was the Great One.

Voice: Yes I am and everybody knows it. I called to tell you, you're pardoned.

Conrad: For what?

Voice: For that little scheme you pulled off. The one that had you spend 42 months in a Florida slammer.

Conrad: Listen carefully, whoever you are, with the voice that sounds just like President Trump, I do not care if you are Alec Baldwin, Rich Little or some other imposter. I do not countenance being pranked. You and whoever put you up to this will be sued.

Voice: Conrad, stop yelling, calm down. It's really me, Donald Trump, the greatest President of the United States. It's about your book, the one I haven't had time to read. People who did, tell me it's super-flattering about me and suggested I should give you a pardon.

Conrad: What people?

Voice: Kissinger, Elton John, Rush Limbaugh and others. The guys who like to read thick books.

Conrad (suddenly realizing it really is Fat Donnie): Mr. President, please sir, excuse me. I assumed this was somebody from the CBC trying to trick and embarrass me on-air, one of their juvenile journalistic pranks.

The President: What's the CBC?

Conrad: One of Canada's media networks, like your CNN or MSNBC; full of left-leaning poltroons.

Donald (smiling): I used to play those tricks, back in the day, using a disguised voice to fool the newspaper reporters into writing something wonderful about me. It took them a long time to catch on.

Donald (beginning to rant): With the exception of Fox news, they're all fake news. I demand people be super-loyal and say nice things about me. Loyalty is really important for people like us. Being a TV star, I'm addicted and watch them all. I golf every week and my personal doctor tells everybody I'm in the best physical condition of any President in history. But I digress, what convinced me to give you a pardon was finding out you also were betrayed by a rat-fink; Radler ratted you out to avoid jail time. My former fixer/lawyer, a despicable, disloyal rat-fink, spilled his guts to Mueller. He's in the slammer writing a book about it. It makes me crazy that he only got three and a half years. Can't wait 'till my second term and one of my loyal judges gets to retry his ass...bye-bye Michael you rat. We will then burn all copies of his book.

Donald (as the rant continues his face colour morphing from light-orange to crimson-red): And, while I think of it, if we are to remain friends, never again mention the name of that no-talent, has-been, two-bit, so-called actor-comedian, Alec Baldwin! And who the hell is the other guy you mentioned, Rich Little? If he's also impersonating me, the greatest president ever, his name goes on the "list".

Conrad: Mr. President, please calm down sir, he's nobody important, not worth pursuing.

Donald: Sarah is preparing a press release announcing the full pardon. What do we call you? She's listening...

Conrad: Sir, my full name is Conrad Moffat Black. My title, Baron Black of Crossharbour, KCSG, or, The Right Honourable, The Lord Black of Crossharbour, KCSG. Either will suffice.

Donald: Geez, Conrad, that's a real mouthful of suffice. You're Canadian right?

Conrad: By birth sir, but not anymore. I was forced to give up my Canadian citizenship in 2001 and became a British citizen in order to become a Lord.

Donald: So that's how you pulled that off. After I win my second term, I'm changing my title from President to Emperor. Maybe I'll even add Lord to Emperor and give the new title a royal touch.

Conrad: Most appropriate, Mr. President. That would place you in the company of another famous man, Louis XIV, King of France who was quoted as saying "L'Etat c'est mois", meaning "I am the State", as you would be when you become Emperor.

Donald: I like that, thank you for bringing it to my attention. I'll use the quote at a rally.

Conrad: I am deeply moved by your kind gesture of a presidential pardon. I would forever be in your debt if it were possible for you to also lean on Justin and persuade him to restore my Canadian citizenship and my Order of Canada. It would be most appropriate now in light of your decision to wipe away the malicious, miscarriage of justice that stained my reputation and honour. Despite the judgement of the jury and the Appeal court, I hold no malice towards them, because the complexities of the case were well beyond their comprehension.

Donald: Consider it done. A gift from a budding Lord Emperor to a Lord. And Conrad, now that you're free to travel here, come have lunch at the White House. I'll show you the uniforms I've designed to wear at the inauguration, formal events and parades. My Cabinet all praised these as the best uniforms ever designed by a great leader, in the history of the world.

Conrad: I look forward to it Mr. President. Thank you again sir and please accept my sincere apology for the confusion at the beginning of our phone call. As the cover of my book proclaims, you are a President like no other.

Phone call ends.

Donald to Sarah: Geez, what a word-nerd. When he comes for lunch I'm going to need an interpreter. Quickly, remind me, what the hell does countenance, poltroons, malice and suffice mean?

Conrad to butler: Summon Lady Black of Crossharbour, my faithful man-servant, get our official Lords-robes out of storage. We are going to celebrate my vindication, just as I predicted, courtesy of a President, like no other.

Just one moral to extract from this sordid tale: Like Louis XIV, there is nothing this Emperor likes so much as flattery, or, to put it plainly, adulation; the coarser and clumsier it is, the more he relishes it.

Hitler's buddy Benito Mussolini once observed "Facism should more appropriately be called Corporatism because it is a merger of state and corporate power".

Today's variation: The fate of the world now resides in the hands of Trump, his despotic pals and the one percent.

That should concern us all... echoes of the 1930's.

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" - George Santayana, philosopher, poet, essayist and novelist.

Scary question:

How many madmen does it take to destroy the planet?

Scary answer:

With today's weapons, only one.

And that, dear reader, is not reassuring.

For a few days, take a deep breath, ignore the madness and enjoy what's left of the Victoria Day long weekend.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#183 ALL MANNER OF WEIRDITIES (posted May 9, 2019)

The weekly gathering of the Ladies Auxiliary of the 'Victoria Monarchists Society' was abuzz with anticipation; news that the latest royal has been named.

Society president, Mrs. Fionulla Tambling-Goggin quieted the assembly.

Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor, she declared.

The room fell strangely silent. The only noise coming from tea cups shattering as they hit hardwood and crumpling crumpets squeezed tightly by arthritic fingers.

Archie??? They mouthed in unison.

Mrs.Throckmorton shouted "Fionulla, surely you're joshing us, right?"

Ladies, please calm down. I've never been more serious, his name is Archie.

Vice-president Prudence Hossenfeffer struggling to rise from her seat, reminded members that president Tambling-Goggin was not well known for her humour, warning that the executive will not tolerate any untoward remarks, such as 'even Archie Leach changed his name to Cary Grant' or off-colour references to Archie Bunker and Archie comics.

The president ordered the assembly to rise, form a circle, join hands and sing, 'please God Save the Queen'.

What's the difference in business acumen between Warren Buffet and Donald Trump?

Warren Buffet has made millions.

Donald Trump has lost millions.

Hubris describes a personality "quality?" of extreme or foolish pride or dangerous overconfidence, often in combination or synonymous with arrogance.

It typically describes behaviour that defies the norms of behaviour which, in turn, brings about the downfall of the perpetrator of hubris.

According to Greek mythology

Daedalus was a master craftsman who, amongst other things, created the Labyrinth and a form of winged flight.

Prior to testing his flying invention, Daedalus wisely warned his son, Icarus, of complacency and hubris. Telling Icarus that he fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea's dampness would not clog his wings nor the sun's heat melt them.

Icarus, believing he knew better, ignored his father's instructions not to fly too close to the sun. When the wax in his wings melted, he tumbled out of the sky and fell into the sea where he drowned.

According to American mythology

In another place and time, a father called Fred instructed his son to use his considerable weath wisely.

However, like Icarus, Fat Donnie suffers from extreme hubris.

After losing more than a billion of his daddy's inheritance he became entrapped by his debts, falling under the influence, beholden to some very bad dudes.

These bad dudes are very smart and wily. They know exactly how to manipulate Fat Donnie's hubris for their own ends.

Against incredible odds, they managed to get him elected President of the Divided States of America.

Cleverly moulding "their" president into a mirror image of the chief Bad Dude, Vlad the Invader.

Because he owes the bad dudes big-time and fearing being exposed as a fraud, a coward and a puppet, he is forced to do their bidding.

In only 2+ years the Republican Party has morphed into the Trump Party. Federal Institutions now serve him/them rather than the people.

The 400+ pages of the 'redacted' Mueller report on Russian interference in the 2016 election and obstruction of justice against Trump and others within the campaign and administration is now public.

97% of Americans have not even bothered to read the redacted report. The other 3% is mostly lawyers.

The Trump Party trashed the report's conclusions, despite 700 federal prosecutors stating there is more than ample evidence of obstruction of justice to prosecute.

How much proof is needed when 700 legal experts say that?

For the answer, we quote a former Canadian Prime Minister and lawyer. Jean Chretien stated "A proof is a proof. What kind of proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof, and when you have a good proof, it's because it's proven."

And that, dear reader, clears up any confusion about proofs, n'est-ce-pas?

Based on overwhelming evidence contained in Mueller's redacted report, the inevitable conclusion reached by any rational reader: Fat Donnie is a dirty rotten scoundrel who surrounds himself with dirty rotten scoundrels.

Otherwise, it would not be possible for someone like him to sit on "The Iron Throne" for four years, let alone eight.

In order to sit on "The Iron Throne" and rule "The Seven Kingdoms" as Emperor, you have to be a dirty rotten scoundrel supported by and surrounded by a lot of other dirty rotten scoundrels.

Garbage In - Garbage Out

President Rodrigo Duterte has given Canada a May 15 deadline to take back tons of rotting trash sent to the Philippines in 2013 and 2014 in containers delivered by a private Canadian company marked as recyclable scrap.

If the garbage isn't removed, Duterte threatened war with Canada.

In order to avoid a 'dirty' war and suffer loss of reputation as an environmental leader, Canada agreed to pay the full cost of bringing 69 garbage-laden stinking shipping containers to Vancouver.

Environment and Climate Change Canada, in charge of the process, remain mum on the cost to taxpayers or what happens to the garbage when it is dumped on a Vancouver dock.

The Canadian company responsible for the illegal mess no longer exists. However, this should not prevent the government from naming and shaming the owners (the dirty rotten scoundrels) of the company who stiffed the taxpayer.

OOP's, OOP's and OOP's, Justin's gang stepped on another cowpie - the Admiral Norman case.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#182 TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER (posted April 23, 2019)

Said an extraterrestrial alien (who has just landed on Earth in a spacecraft) to the first human it happens to meet.

"At this terrible time, it is my job to make you feel safe" - The President - addressing the NRA in 2018.


How many Trumps does it take to change a light bulb?


Four - one to hold the light bulb and three to turn the ladder. However, they must pause until Emperor 'Crazy Pants' receives instructions from Vlad about which way to turn the ladder.



How many Publicani (think Greek) does it take to build a pipeline?

a) Short answer:

None, because they are incapable.

b) Quick answer:

Anyone who works in the mind-numbing slow grind of national/provincial/aboriginal/environmental politics will know there is no such thing as a quick answer.

c) Long answer:

A project the size of building a pipeline in Canada's contemporary confederated conflagration, requires the following legislated steps:

1) Approval - followed by consultation, 2) Costing - and consultation, 3) Planning - more detailed consultation, 4) Procurement - more intricate consultation, 5) Health and safety - much more specific consultation and finally - 6) The Self Congratulatory Celebration.

Whoopee, finally...job done!

Hold on a minute, on this side of the longest undefendable border there's not such thing as a "FINALLY".

Tradition dictates an obligatory Royal Commission to investigate why it took so long, called for by those who were against the project from the outset.

That's the Canadian way, n'est-ce-pas?

Dear Ronald, surely you jest?

Nope, nope and nope!

Your humble scribe rarely jests about stuff that requires bold, decisive leadership. Big stuff that's in the national interest.

Let's take a minute to review the progress (giggle) of a project that would/could/should/might benefit every single citizen born in 2015.


More than six decades ago, a pipeline was built by private enterprise to transport black-gold West from Edmonton to tidewater...wihout much controversy.

In 2016, the federal cabinet approved twinning the aging 'Trans Mountain' pipeline, adjacent to and along the very same approved route...and all hell broke loose.

Hell (in this case) is the 'Internecine Flapdoodle' that resulted triggering countless meetings, endless consultations and legal wrangling...costing defenceless taxpayers millions.

To date, No progress, repeat Zero progress (giggle gone) has been made on expanding pipeline capacity West to tidewater that would generate billions to meet the dire needs of the nation.

That's the Canadian way, n'est-ce-pas?

So what happened next?

Well, in 2018, the Feds surprised the nation by purchasing the existing pipeline, paying private enterprise $4.5 billion ($ they haven't yet collected from the overtaxed) and without providing any published cost/benefit case for doing that.

By the way, that doesn't include the estimated $7.8 billion to build the new pipeline.

Geez, that's risky as hell isn't it? Where's the risk when it's not your money you're gambling with?

Instead, those who govern us explained their multi-billion dollar surprise this way, "everybody knows it's in the national interest", while blissfully ignoring a "minor" impedement...the aformentioned glacial 'Internecine Flapdoodle'.

The "expected" celebratory moment (apparently the Feds anticipated a coming together, a joining of hands and Kumbaya singing from the Internecine's) quickly evaporated. The Provinces, First Nations and environmentalists resumed the fight for their own entrenched self-interest with renewed vigour, leaving "national interest" in the proverbial crapper.

That's the Canadian way, n'est-ce-pas?

Then out of the blue, a number of First Nations expressed interest in purchasing 51% of the taxpayer owned pipeline company.

You're kidding, right?

Nope, nope and nope.

Now the overtaxed are really confused, weren't all the First Nations against the pipeline?

And from whose pockets are the billions coming from for that, wonder the overtaxed?

This latest piece of bizarre news created additional confusion, especially amongst the purported 'no-pipeline-ever' allies; the "other" First Nations and environmental groups.

This ends the short version of THE ONE MINUTE REVIEW

Which brings us to observations from the unrepresented taxpayer who pay the bills for this insanity:

Wouldn't a "rational" taxpayer conclude the entrenched Internecine Squabblers will never, ever achieve consensus or "a practical way forward" out of this morass?

Wouldn't a "rational" taxpayer also conclude the "national interest" is best served by building pipelines from land-locked Alberta West, East and South? Wouldn't the practical result be: to significantly lower the cost to consumers of refined products, increase needed revenue for social programs and stop offshore oil imports from despots?

Might it be possible a prolonged stalemate could fracture our already fragile confederation?

And to top it all off, climatologists deliver the Coup de Gras, handing us a stick of dynamite with a long burning fuse...Canada is warming faster than the rest of the world, with the greatest warming taking place in the Northern regions.

If this was a Monty Python skit John Cleese would yell, "OH SHIT!"

Climate scientists have now delivered a piece of news that has our attention. News that things will dramatically change; redefine coastlines and force humans to higher ground. Focus' the mind n'est-ce-pas?

Therefore dear reader, the time has arrived to do the following...

1) Recite the angler's prayer 3 X daily - "There's hope as long as your fishing line is in the water".

2) In the face of disaster, it's always best to remain stoic, maintain a stiff upper lip and carry on, regardless.

3) Hold hands and join the chorus in singing Eric Idle's famous composition (cue the Kazoo's):

"When you're stuck on the world's stage

With lots of loonies half your age,

And everything is starting to go wrong,

It's too late to run away.

You might as well just stay,

Especially when they play your silly song!...


And while you're on the bright side consider this, GETTING OLD ISN'T SO BAD...

- You can drive an electric vehicle, without a licence...on the sidewalk

- You get to be among the first hostages released

- "Game of Thrones" means finding one to sit on, in the next 120 seconds

- As your cruise ship is sinking you're safely aboard a lifeboat with the children and the Italian captain

- Saying you can't remember is not a lie

- Your joints are more accurate at predicting the weather than the weather channel

- You no longer have to spend money on sexy underwear

- You have less grey hair to count because you have less hair

- Your secrets are safe because your friends can't remember them either

And always keep in mind, "Life is like a dogsled team. If you ain't the lead dog, the scenery never changes"

Ron Devion - No Guts, No Glory

#181 GEEZERS, OLD FARTS AND LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE (posted April 14, 2019)

Thought du Jour

Think Old and you'll be Old. Think Young and you'll be...a delusional Old Fart!

Humans have no way of predicting when they will cross a dreaded 'red line', that inevitable threshold; the passage from being fit to being fragile. The proverbial 'cycle of life'...from diapers to Depends.

The only certainty; the current demographic army of 'old farts' is growing larger with each passing decade.

If you can remember watching television in its infancy, a time when platoons of network censors kept an iron grip on what adult audiences were allowed/permitted to see and hear, then face're old.

The self-appointed arbiters who suppressed and prohibited parts of books, films, news, etc., considered (by them) obscene, politically unacceptable, or a threat to security.

Their "standards" determined actors depicting a married couple could never be seen in bed together and which spoken words were verboten. The result; a portrait of every day it never, ever was.

Then a few shows broke the mold of hypocrisy, like 'All in the Family' and 'Monty Python', and the days of the censors were numbered.

Today, audiences (young and old) are turning away from so-called "free" network channels filled with depressing news and bland entertainment, interrupted every twelve minutes by mindnumbing commercials; turning their attention and money toward channels like HBO and Netflix whose commercial free content is the antithesis of latter day censors.

The contrast in television content back then to now has never been more apparent as the epic series 'Game of Thrones' enters its final season.

The show's characters (who survived the first seven seasons) have seen their parents, children and even pets stabbed, disembowelled and beheaded. They've been burned and frozen. They've lost entire body parts. Some have been through death and back. Every episode is sprinkled with an overly-generous amount of jiggling naked bodies. Some scenes and language so stark as to force even the most jaded onlooker to cover their eyes and ears.

The result: contemporary television offerings that portray every day it never, ever was.

Life in the slow lane

Most of us still shuffling along life's bumpy road have trouble remembering things, even jiggling naked bodies.

Then something happens that unlocks a lost memory that brings a smile. For 'elderly' girls, it may be that first kiss. For 'elderly' guys it's more likely, that first car.

Mine was a used '55 Chevy hardtop convertible; painted grass green and ivory white.

Even a picture of a '55 Chevy Bel Air V8 can stir this old fart's emotions of a time when life was sweet and full of promise. Man, in full control of machine, with nothing but open road ahead...when POOF...the blissful daydream ends as reality returns to my morning ritual.

On the kitchen table; a steaming mug of strong coffee, a neat row of five pill bottles, two bottles of eye drops and a collection of multi-coloured vitamin pills. Yum-Yum?

Not exactly the hardy breakfast of our youth, but today's essential chemical-mix of nutritious old-fart bonbons, prescribed by the dedicated women and men who practice their craft on my body and mind, enabling me to continue to sputter along life's highway...for one more precious day.

I continue to firmly believe and maintain that life's best medicine is a healthy sense of humour combined with a dollop of skepticism.

"Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever" - Walt Disney

What is the meaning of an old geezer?

A somewhat insulting term for an older person, especially one who is no longer cool, hip or with the times. An example of an old geezer is a grumpy old man who sits on his porch all day yelling at the neighbourhood kids.

Therefore, all geezers still slowly shuffling along the highway of life should strive to receive the following accolade, "He strikes me as a decent geezer".

"By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere" - Billy Crystal

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#180 ARE YOU "MAD AS HELL"...YET? (posted March 28, 2018)

Topic #1: Pickpockets

For a couple of days every Spring, my mood turns foul while working on a dreaded chore.

What, dear Ronald, could possibly upset your usually sunny dispostion?

Having to spend even half of one precious day of the 'sunset years' gathering and sorting a pile of documents & receipts demanded by an unjust tyrant (who mistreats "ordinary" citizens by subjecting them to unaffordable taxes) is a mean spirited cruelty inflicted on defenceless elders.

Pain, comparable to enduring a root canal, then having to pay for it.

Every Spring, Canada's version of the villainous Sheriff of Nottingham; the CRA marauders, arrive to rob us of our income.

Some studies suggest that when every form of tax inflicted on Canadians (by all levels of government) are added together, 85% of an "ordinary" person's income "disappears" into government pockets. Legal theft in the name of the Crown.

Most wouldn't mind paying a reasonable amount of tax, if there weren't so many examples of unwarranted waste uncovered each year by government auditors. Despite the "embarrassing" disclosures nothing ever's not their money.

But what really sticks in the craw of so many taxpayers is the realization that the system is neither equal nor fair.

The Uber-rich and powerful engage the cleverest tax accountants and lawyers to find ways and means for clients to avoid paying their fair share of tax.

I'm long past my best-before years but still stubbornly resist hiring a tax accountant. Unwilling to accept the reality that the CRA's rules, regulations, forms and schedules are beyond my aging capabilities to conquer.

The time has come to accept defeat.

How come, dear Ronald, you're not known to be a quitter?

A problem arose preparing the tax return which necessitated phoning the CRA for assistance.

When the agent answered, she provided a first name and ID number. This left me wondering why this was necessary because it's unlikely we will ever speak to each other again.

After several minutes explaining the problem, she quickly admitted it was beyond her pay grade and passed me on to a more "senior" agent who provided his first name and ID number. I purposely avoided asking why he had to do this.

The problem also stymied the "senior agent". He forwarded me on to a more senior top "expert" agent, which left me with the impression of being trapped in a CRA vortex called, "the upward shuffle-shuffle".

The "expert" provided the prescribed (and now anticipated) first name and ID number.

For the third time, I carefully explained the problem.

What followed was a half hour of "cross talk" between an old guy in Brentwood Bay and a top "expert" CRA agent in Newfoundland, six time zones away.

She spent several minutes explaining tax complexities related to the problem, that came across as gibberish to the old guy on Vancouver Island.

Attempts to interrupt her rapid-fire delivery were to no avail.

To further complicate the exchange of gibberish, and unlike the previous agents who spoke English with a lyrical/understandable Newfoundland accent, "Machine Gun Molly's" English was delivered with a heavy Asian accent. This made any comprehension on my part impossible.

Realizing the futiliy of continuing, I politely thanked her and ended the call.

This left the old guy alone, floundering in the land of "no answers" which left him but one option, "best guess".

Therefore, it will come as no surprise, if some day the Sheriff of Nottingham's maurauders show up at my door with an arrest warrant for "tax confusion" and dear Ronald will end up spending what's left of his twilight years in the Big House...on The Rock.

Topic #2: "Artificial Intelligence" in action

Canadians "purportedly" live in a Confederation.

"Purportedly" because a confederation is supposed to be...

a) An organization which consists of a number of parties or groups united in an alliance.

b) A "more or less" permanent union of provinces and territories with some or most political power vested in a central authority.

Over the history of our country, considered by many to be the best in the world, the Feds, Provinces, Territories and First Nations have been in a constant "push me - pull you" relationship; with each other and with the central authority.

Led by Quebec (always effectively playing the 'threat of separation' card) demands have been acceded and central authority has eroded to the point where a power shift has resulted in unintended consequences.

Over time this has created "competing" fiefdoms; unwilling or unable to cooperate with each other for the benefit of the whole nation.

And in the process causing systemic inefficiencies that waste billions annually.

Taxpayers continue to question why 'those who govern us' adopt political positions that defy common sense.

Such as.....

1) Enthusiastically embracing international trade while resisting interprovincial trade.

2) Resisting the logic of purchasing drugs through a central authority.

- For years companies like Walmart and Costco have used their "centralized power" to negotiate with suppliers and keep prices low for their customers. Why don't our leaders adopt this example?

3) What form of "intelligence", "logic" or "common sense" is influencing our leaders to resist building pipelines (West, East and South) to unlock billions in oil wealth trapped in Alberta?

Instead they opt to:

- Ship Alberta oil by rail and road; environmentally much less safe than transport by pipeline.

- Import oil by tanker to Eastern refineries from the most despotic countries on the planet.

4) In BC, the NDP government continue to aggressively resist twinning a taxpayer-owned pipeline to tide water.

- Instead, the NDP twist themselves into an environmental pretzel attempting to rationalize to "confused" voters why they are dangling massive tax credits to entice the LNG sector to build a...wait for it.....PIPELINE, yep a carry natural gas to a $40 billion liquified natural gas plant being built in Kitimat.

- And guess where the LNG will be Asia, in ocean going tankers.

Uh, just in case we missed something, isn't a pipeline a pipeline? Is there any difference/distinction between a BC NDP pipeline, an Alberta NDP pipeline or a taxpayer-owned Liberal pipeline? When they come for your vote, ask.

HYPOCRISY at its political best.

5) Why is a Quebec government allowed to prevent a pipeline East while accepting $13.1 billion in annual tax transfer payments?

- Especially when Alberta has lost 100,000 jobs (related to the oil patch) yet forced to contribute to the billions Quebec receives.

Now that's HYPOCRISY at its political best.

6) China kidnaps our citizens and now has our farmers by the canola's. HUAWEI, HUAWEI...ouch, ouch.

- Poor Justin is caught in the middle of a pissing contest between two dictators who have zero respect for "the rule of law". Given the legal dispute that will take years to resolve in our courts, what will our fearless leader do if either Emperor 'Crazy Pants', Premier Li or both decide to firmly press our other tender spots?

And what does the word HUAWEI mean in English? Is it "up yours" or "we give up" and send her home?

Topic #3: Beware of the Ides of March

- As we watch the Jody, Jane and Justin imbroglio grind on, who's in control of the ship of state? We are in a fog heading toward an iceberg. Is there a competent captain on the bridge to avert a calamity?

- Albertans are justifiably "mad as hell" heading to the polls in less than a month. Whoever wins the election will play a critical role influencing the future of our country.

- Many "experts" are predicting the world is heading for another recession.


Question du jour:

What's the difference between baseball and politics?

Answer du jour:

In baseball you're out if you're caught stealing.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#179 POMP, VANITIES, RITUALS AND UNIFORMS (posted March 13, 2019)

Every weekday morning, Ernie Coombs, "Mr. Dressup", entertained several generations of children watching CBC Television with songs, stories, arts, crafts and imagination games, with the help of his puppet friends Casey and Finnegan.

Four thousand half-hour episodes were produced from February, 1967 to February, 1996.

Dressing up is a tradition for all ages...on Hallowe'en.

With tongue firmly in cheek...

Dressing "Old Boys" who belong to fraternal organizations and lodges cloaked in mystery, holding secrets that only fellow "brothers" may know.

Note: Truth be told, many of these clubs were formed, primarily, as a way to be able to drink on Sundays.

But, why is it that men, especially "older guys", gather in these mysterious lodge halls, dressed up in exotic costumes that, frankly, make them look, ridiculous?

It's fair and reasonable to surmise one reason males join these organizations is because it allows them to dress-up in uniforms that make them look like extras in a comic opera (think, 'Pirates of Penzance') or movies (think, 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail' and any of several Elizabethan frock-flicks)...without fear of embarrassment.

A sampler...because there are so many.

The Knights of Columbus - these guys wear 'fore and aft' chapeauxs, capes and swords..."en garde you non-believer!"

The Shriners - these guys wear silly hats and like driving little cars in parades.

The Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks - what do these guys wear, antler hats and elk skins?

The Independent Order of Odd Fellows - anybody know what odd fellows wear?

Breaking News regarding 'The Loyal Order of Moose': the feud between Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, and Stor-Elvdal, Norway, ended with the representative Mayor signing a historic "Moosarandum Of Understanding".

Consequently, the simmering contest to determine "Who's Moose is bigger?" will be settled by an exchange; annual visits by Mayors and councillors of the respective towns (paid for by taxpayers), where each will measure the others "Moose-size".

Each year, the winner will be announced during the grand-banquet at 'The Loyal Order of Moose' Annual Convention. The champion town will display the 'Biggest Moose' trophy in the rotunda of their city hall for one year.

As a result of the MOU, the only "shots" allowed will be those exchanged during the grand-banquet: Premium whisky by the Saskatchewanians, Aquavit by the Norwegians.

A very unique organization

If, however, you are searching for something a little more exclusive and sophisticated, travel to France.

That's where you'll find 'L'Academie Francaise'.

The 'Academie Francaise' is essentially an elderly white men's club that sits around curating the fine distinctions in the French language. They are the pre-eminent French council for matters pertaining to the French language. OOH La La, what!

The 'Academie' was officially established in 1635, by Cardinal Richelieu, then chief minister to King Louis XIII.

Cardinals are:

1) "old guys" who parade around wearing lavish red-hued costumes befitting their station.

2) "young millionaires" who represent the city of St. Louis and wear baseball uniforms.

3) Red-hued passerine birds found in North and South America.

But you knew that bit, right?

The 'Academie' consists of (only) fourty members, known as "the Immortals". Cheeky, what!

Since its inception, there have been 732 "Immortals" of whom (only) 9 have been women. It (only) took 341 years for the "Immortals" to finally elect the first woman in 1980.

Among organizations lagging even farther behind the "Immortal" gang of chauvanists...the Vatican.

New members are elected by the members and hold office for life. Cheeky, times deux.

They are tasked as an official authority on the French language, charged with publishing an official dictionary of the language.

However, its rulings are only advisory, not binding on either the public or the government.

Which means what they do is (en Anglais) irrelevant, (en Francais) pertinent.

Today's total disregard for proper French grammar and spelling on social networks is making them crazy.

"Immortals" take their dressing-up very seriously.

They have to because a full uniform costs $230,000 and members are required to pay for their own. Robes alone cost $50,000.

What does an expenditure of $230,000 buy an "Immortal"? Hopefully, something to wear that will last for Eternity.

The "official" uniform, is known as 'L'habit vert', or green clothing. It was first adopted during Napoleon Bonaparte's time.

It consists of a long black coat and black-feathered 'bicorne' richly embroidered with green leafy motifs, together with black trousers or skirt. Since no Scots are known to be "Immortals" we assume the skirts are worn by the 9 women; or maybe not.

What's a 'bicorne' you ask - a hat worn by European and American military and naval officers (think, Napoleon, Horatio Nelson, General George Washington).

Further, members carry a ceremonial sword (l'epee) case they have to impale anyone trying to Anglicize the French language, e.g., "Let them eat Gateau!"

Shocking language stat related to the above

Since 2012, the percentage of Canadians fluent in both English and French has dropped.

Spanish, Cantonese and Punjabi are Canada's "new" second language.

Especially for Quebecers, it's time to press "Le Bouton de Panique".

The best one of them all

Of all the many fraternal organizations, lodges and clubs that ever existed, my favourite is called, "The International Order of Friendly Sons of the Raccoons".

You're forgiven if you say out loud, "never heard of them".

Not so I counter, "you have, just don't remember."

Think back to the 1950's, that great Saturday night live TV sitcom, 'The Honeymooners'.

The antics of lodge brothers; bus driver, Ralph Kramden (Herbert John "Jackie" Gleason), and sewer worker, Ed Norton (Arthur William Matthew "Art" Carney). The stuff of television legend.

What you don't know about 'The Grand Exalted Brotherhood of Raccoons'

Motto: "E Pluribus Raccoon".

Initiation fee: $1.50.

Monthly dues: $2.

Uniform: A double-breasted military jacket with oversized epaulets on each shoulder, white shirt, dark tie and a hat with raccoon tail, cost all in $35.

Norton was the Grand High Exhalted Mystic Ruler. In recognition of this high-station, he wore three tails on his coonskin hat.

Official Club Greeting: The handshake involved touching elbows (first right then left) followed by a "wooooooo" sounding cry as they wiggled the raccoon tail on their lodge hat. They ended by chorusing, "Brothers under the pelt."

Official Club Song:

"From the hallowed streets of Greenpernt,

To the shores of Sheepshead Bay,

From the Verrazano Narrows,

To Canarsie across the way...

We have come together, one and all,

In fellowship to commune,

And to glorify the Grand Exhalted Brotherhood of Raccoons (Howl)"

Drinking Toast: fingers to fingers, thumbs to thumbs, watch out below, here she comes.

The member selected Raccoon of the Year receives:

1) Free burial with spouse at Raccoon National Cemetery in Bismark, North Dakota. (bring your own shovel if it's winter)

2) Throwing the first bag of water out of the hotel window at the Raccoon convention.

Therefore, who among all the manly-men out there, could or would possibly pass up or resist the opportunity to join such a company of idiosyncratic men; this glorious band of exalted brothers?

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory


A song written by Noel Coward and first performed in The Third Little Show at the Music Box Theatre, New York, by Beatrice Lillie, on June 1, 1931.

As we near the end of one of the most brutal winters in memory, the following story is offered by way of conveying an important message.

We have all heard jokes related to winter weather in 'the Great White North'.

For example, growing up in Manitoba (the centre of the 'Great White North'), the joke went something like this:

"Our year is made up of seven months of winter, one month of poor sledding and four months of horseflies, mosquitoes and hot sunny days."

My generation took advantage of those precious "four months" by spending as much time as possible baking our bleach-white bodies morphing from a blistered-red to a "healthy" looking bronze, summer after summer.

We were young, invulnerable, immortal.

Those, like me, who are fair-skinned, remained blissfully unaware that what we were doing to our body was the antithesis of a "healthy" habit, not unlike smoking, another bad habit most people were addicted to, at the time.

We did not realize then that some of us would eventually be selected to deal with the "downside" of these bad habits...cancer.

The Message

As the days grow longer and warmer, please ask your loved ones to take the necessary precautions with regard to ultraviolet sunlight exposure.

What follows explains the reasons why.

In 1980, my GP referred me to dermatologists practicing their craft at a Toronto cancer hospital.

Three ladies in white coats pulled, poked and prodded my nose, closely examining the itchy red spot on the bridge of my nose, then huddling in whispered conversation I could not hear.

The tallest announced "we have concluded you have enough skin on the bridge of your nose to refer you for plastic surgery."

That was my introduction to living with skin cancer.

For 39 years, I have been treated by a platoon of dermatologists, plastic and reconstructive surgeons and cancer specialists, who have greatly assisted in what has become, a lifetime battle.

My collection of scars from plastic and reconstructive surgery, to date: bridge of nose, scalp (three times), forehead, cheek, neck, ears and thigh.

A regular maintainance regime includes visits to Dermatologist for quarterly body examinations, application of liquid nitrogen and prescribed creams. As well, attending the Victoria Cancer Clinic for interviews with specialists who provided advice and guidance on other potential avenues of care, e.g. chemo, radiation.

My current plastic and reconstructive surgeon outlined my condition succinctly:

"Mr. Devion, you have what we call the Northern Hemisphere fair-skinned people's disease. Have you even wondered why Asian women wear broad brimmed hats and carry umbrellas, even when it's not raining? To protect their skin from the sun. Unfortunately, Ron, you could spend the rest of your life, living in a cave and never stop the re-occurring skin cancer. All we can do, as specialists in the field, is provide temporary stop-gap measures."

Her candor was appreciated.

Like the millennium old expression "The chickens always come home to roost", those four months every summer of my youth, have rebounded big time.

Always open to any "new" skin cancer treatment, my Dermatologist recently had me undergo "a peel".

Here is where you ask, what's "a peel"?

"A peel" consists of applying an acid solution to the entire scalp and face area.

It burns like hell for a couple of minutes. As specialist, Sarah, was applying the acid solution with a cloth, thoughts of women being better than men at tolerating pain flashed through my mind, while I gritted my teeth trying to hold back the tears.

Sensing I was still breathing, she proceeded with step two - the cool-down phase:

a) turn on small fan blowing air on face.

b) apply several cold compresses to head and face.

c) apply moisturizer to the "burned" areas.

Sarah's 'take home' instructions:

1) You can shower.

2) No shaving for awhile.

3) Apply moisturizer to face and scalp whenever skin feels dry and about to crack.

4) In approx. three days, "burned" areas will turn darker and a couple of layers of skin will begin to "peel" off the scalp and face.

5) She delivered this with a touch of humour; so as not to scare little children, neighbours and anyone who may think you have just escaped from the quarantined-measles-ward, hiding out at home, may be wise.

6) As a bonus, your wrinkles should disapear.

Upon leaving the Dermatologist's office, having paid $125, my face was already turning red, just like it did every Manitoba summer of my youth. I return for a repeat "peel" performance in three months. Oh, joy!

I cannot emphasize strongly enough the message of this piece. Please ask your loved ones to take the necessary precautions to avoid overexposure to ultraviolet sunlight and tanning equipment.

Related Footnote: Health Canada says prolonged use of a drug commonly prescribed for high blood pressure, Hydrochlorothiazide, could increase a person's risk of developing non-melanoma skin cancer by a factor of four.

Thought for the day,

"Wrinkles mean you laughed,

Grey hair means you cared and,

Scars mean you lived!"

The wisdom of Will Rogers:

"The taxpayers are sending "politicians" on expensive trips abroad. It might be worth it, except they keep coming back!"

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#177 A PERSON OF PURPOSE AND PRINCIPLE (posted March 1, 2019)

Questions du Jour:

Who is being truthful? Who will voters believe?

1) In the Great White North - Jody Wilson-Raybould or Justin Trudeau and his inner circle?

2) In the Divided States of America - Michael Cohen (a convicted liar) or Donald J. Trump (an un-convicted liar)?

There are times when a politician comes along who makes voters...hopeful.

The testimony of Jody Wilson-Raybould before the House of Commons Justice Committee, was a riveting lesson in courage, integrity, and honesty, from a Canadian Indigenous politician.

Hoorah for that!

It's rare indeed to watch a witness being relentlessly grilled (for several hours) provide consistent clear answers, never stumble, never evade and remain calm, despite questions being repeated, again and again, in an attempt to trip her up.

In the process, she made a number of her "questioners" appear inept and out of their depth; especially Liberal committee members, who "ironically" became her principle adversaries, while most others, in the room and on television, could not help but be in awe of her detailed fact-based opening statement and answers.

By comparison, the Prime Minister's repeated comments "It was her responsibility to make the decision" and "I and my staff always acted appropriately" expose responses that seem less than candid.

Why did the PM sick several of his high-level staff, including (incredibly) the Clerk of the Privy Council, Michael Wernick, who is "supposed" to be independent, in an attempt to "persuade" the AG to change a decision she correctly made?

a) Their objective: to subvert the law for political purposes.

b) Their fear: If SNC-Lavalin leaves Quebec, the Liberals lose the upcoming election.

She was the recipient of a full-court press over a four month period and stood her ground.

When the AG insisted the pressure stop, Wernick was dispatched to deliver a message from the PM, which Ms. Wilson-Raybould interpreted as a "veiled threat".

Ms. Wilson-Raybould provided the committee and all who were watching/listening with a civics lesson about the role and responsibilities of the Attorney General, Minister of Justice and Director of Public Prosecutions. Also, how those who hold these positions "should" carry out their responsibilities; independently, respecting the law, and without fear of political interference and pressure.

Ms. Jody Wilson-Raybould spoke truth to power, without wavering or flinching and demonstrated rare courage in the face of an onslaught of political pressure that cost her a job she was so perfectly equipped to do.

The PM appointed a new AG and Minister of Justice, David Lametti, from Quebec.

Will AG Lametti do the PM's bidding and reverse the previous AG's decision and order the Director of Public Procecutions to offer a "Deferred Prosecution Deal" to allow SNC-Lavalin to avoid a corruption trial, or will he demonstrate respect for the law and respect the decision of his predecessor?

Justin Trudeau is staking his political future on backing a corrupt corporation headquartered in Montreal, threatening the government of Canada to leave the country if they don't receive a Deferred Prosecution Deal.

Sounds like blackmail, n'est-ce-pas?

As this snowball-from-hell keeps on rolling down the Hill, getting bigger with every turn, the bobble-heads dutifully line up behind the leader, ordered to tow-the-party-line or be excommunicated.

The "Sunny Ways" brand has revealed its dark side, for all to see. The result; another wheel just fell off their re-election bus.

Another serious question on another serious topic

How cold is it?

It's very cold indeed, nasty cold, "cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey".

Even here, on beautiful Vancouver Island, we are experiencing the longest stretch of cold weather since records have been kept.

Undoubtedly, this delights the Rest of Canada that we, on Paradise Island, are also freezing.

This could/should be considered Mother Nature's payback for the smugness of past years, as we gleefully sent photos and snide comments of Greater Victoria's annual mid-winter flower count to family and friends freezing in the rest of Canada.

"Climate change is a Chinese Hoax. Putin told me, I told Xi, he told Kim, who told me and I believe them" - Donald J. Trump

Two Hopeful Notes

Spring begins Wednesday, March 20.

The Federal election, Monday, October 21.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

# 176 JODY, JODY, JODY - You ain't my Valentine, no more! (posted Feb. 15, 2019)

Imbroglio - An extremely confused, complicated, or embarrassing situation.

For three years, citizens of the Great White North have watched (with a modicum of smugness) daily news reports about the insane drama unfolding in our southern neighbours' house.

This week, courtesy of the Globe and Mail reporting, the Liberal re-election national-tour-bus blew a tire and ended up in a snow-filled ditch, somewhere along the trans-Canada highway.

As a result, our house is now in the news spotlight.

Trivia and other relevant "in case you were wondering" stuff

The debonair, suave, British born actor, Archibald Alexander Leach (aka Cary Grant), never actually said "Judy, Judy, Judy" in any of his movies. Everybody believes he did but it's a Hollywood myth.

Brits also like to use the term "cover your arse" when referring to activity done by an individual to protect himself or herself from possible subsequent criticism, legal penalties, or other repercussions, usually in work-related or bureaucratic context.

According to New York Times language expert, William Safire, "CYA" is the bureaucratic technique of averting future accusations of policy error or wrongdoing by deflecting responsibility in advance.

The Imbroglio...or...why did the 'Sunny Ways' election bus blow a tire?

Did the PMO apply pressure on Jody Wilson-Raybould, while she was Minister of Justice and Attorney General, to have prosecutors negotiate an agreement with SNC-Lavalin that would allow it to avoid a fraud and corruption trial?

The cast of "characters" in our drama

1) SNC-Lavalin

Corporation, headquartered in Montreal, under criminal investigation; just one scandal among many linked to the global engineering giant in the past decade. Considered by some politicians, "too big to fail".

2) Justin Trudeau

23rd Prime Minister of Canada and former French and math teacher at the private West Point Grey Academy.

3) Jody Wilson-Raybould

A Kwakwaka'wakw politician, Liberal Member of Parliament for the riding of Vancouver Granville, and former Crown Prosecutor for British Columbia, Treaty Commissioner and Regional Chief of the Assembly of First Nations, Minister of Justice and Attorney General of Canada, Minister of Veterans Affairs of Canada.

4) Principal actors in the PMO

Gerald Butts (Consigliere #1) - Katie Telford (Consigliere #2).

5) The Justice Committee

In case you may be curious about who currently serves on the Committee:

Chair: Anthony Housefather (Liberal)

Vice-Chairs: Michael Cooper (Conservative) Murray Rankin (NDP)

Members: Michael Barrett (Conservative), Randy Boissonnault (Liberal), Ali Ehsassi (Liberal), Colin Fraser (Liberal), Iqra Khalid (Liberal), Dave MacKenzie (Conservative), Ron McKinnon (Liberal).

Their 'Hot Potato': The Justice Committee's task is to bring transparency and accountability to the SNC-Lavalin affair.

Really? Good luck with that.

After a three-hour "partisan gabfest", covered on national television, the decision: hold their next meeting in-camera and invite three witnesses who were not involved in the imbroglio.

The odds that this committee will bring "transparency and accountability to the SNC-Lavalin affair" are Zero!

The PMO's strategy:

a) Throw Jody under the bus.

b) Smear her reputation.

c) Blame the imbroglio on Wilson-Raybould.

Rather than tell the truth and salvage the brand before its too late, Liberals decide to poke a stick at the Queen Bee of the First Nations hive. The tactic will backfire and result in being stung by a colony of thousands.

Message to Liberals: Do not mistake her silence for fear. When she is allowed to speak truth to power, you will fear losing the election.

February 14, 2019 - Valentine's, the day when lovers openly express their "FEELINGS" with poems, songs, flowers, cards and fancy dinners.

When the time comes and the bloom is off the rose, the tune suddenly changes.

According to Justin, to surprise and disappointment.

"Feelings, expressing my new feelings,

Feelings, Wo, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, you really hurt my feelings

I wish I'd never met you, Jody, girl

And feeling, I'll never have you again in my life"

Face it picked a fight with the wrong lady.

"You are what you do" - Sting

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#175 SKULLDUGGERY IN PARADISE (posted Jan. 28, 2019)

The following story is not fiction because nobody could make this up.

Until very recently, few would recognize the name, Darryl Plecas.

Some 'oldsters' may recall the name Darryl from the quirky trio who regularly appeared in the 1980's 'Bob Newhart' sitcom. Every time the trio appeared in an episode, brother #1 opened with the line "Hi, I'm Larry. This is my brother, Darryl and my other brother, Darryl."

This Darryl is the guy who shouts "ORDER! - ORDER!" in our parliament.

He was appointed Speaker of the B.C. Legislature, September 8, 2017.

B.C. Civics Primer

Provincial Liberals are Conservatives - which keeps voters in a perpetual state of confusion.

The Liberals booted Darryl out of their caucus for accepting the Speaker's job, which was offered to him by the ruling "temporary" NDP/Green coalition. He now sits as an Independent MLA.

Confused yet? Get used to it, there's more.

Of significance to this saga, among his qualifications, Darryl holds two degrees in Criminology.

Now...pause for a breath and some context

Readers who live on the other side of the Rockies and have zero interest in Lotus Land shenanigans, can be forgiven for exclaiming "so what? - who cares?".

But do not turn away, read on and learn of a tangled web of intrigue, deceipt and corruption.

It's important to take note of where this is taking a "quirky" part of 'The Great White North'; where crocus', heather and pink cherry tree blossoms late January.

A place surrounded by water; 89 km. south of the 49th parallel; a challenging five-mile swim across the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the border of 'Trumplandia'; perched above the ring of fire, waiting for THE BIG ONE.

These critical geographic clues, make some folks suspect, is the primary cause of 'unorthodox activities' occuring, behind the curtains, in our municipal and provincial precincts.

Victoria is the capital of British Columbia. (Don't ask why somebody decided to put it there rather than on the mainland).

The legislative buildings are located in an idyllic venue, the picturesque Inner Harbour.

The 'British Columbia Parliament Buildings' were officially opened in 1898.

A British architect (but of course), Francis Mawson Rattenbury, won the competition to design the Romanesque-style buildings.

Nearby, sits another of Rattenbury's grand creations framing the Inner Harbour; the Chateau-style hotel, 'The Empress'.

Viewed by daylight or at night, both are stunning representations of architectural beauty, photographed each year, by millions of tourists.

Divorced amid scandal, Francis met an ignominious end. He was murdered in England at the age of 67, by his second wife's lover. Are you per-chance wondering which part of that ignominious ending hurt him the most?

So many bizarre events have taken place in Victoria since, it takes something really BIG to capture the attention of the locals.

More Context

Thirteen fiercely independent municipalities make up 'Greater Victoria' (population 368,000).

97 politicians, supported by handsomely-remunerated adminstrative staff, plus municipal services (police, fire, etc.) are deemed necessary to "manage" 13 separate, thinly populated fiefdoms.

That number is not a typo.

Beleaguered taxpayers are legally forced to pay for an insanely costly, inefficient, duplication of uncoordinated services.

The result: overuns and delays on every major infrastructure project with the delayed-impact of annual tax increases to pay for the screwups.

Demands for reform through (partial or full) amalgamation are ignored by those who benefit from the cockamamie bloated municipal set up.

I will not expound on another toothless/powerless overlay of bureaucracy (called the CRD) for fear of making local taxpayers weep in despair.

By comparison, 87 MLA's are elected to govern the entire province.

MLA's gather in Rattenbury's digs to debate, shout insults and pass laws to legally pick the pockets of overtaxed citizens.

Pause again to's always about "following the money", isn't it?

Early on, the rookie Speaker was informed of leaks that carried a faint odor of rotten eggs. The kind of smell, in a century old building, is never good.

Darryl's investigative instincts and experience kicked into overdrive.

Inspector Clouseau (Darryl) and his manservant Cato (Alan Mullen), quietly began a search for the source. The game was on, sniff out the stink, find the culprit(s)...echos of 'The Pink Panther'.

What were they up to, some began to wonder.

November 20, 2018 - two legislative employees, the legislature Clerk (appointed for life, salary $347,090) and the sergeant-at-arms (salary $218,167) were mysteriously 'perp-walked' out of Rattenbury's House, escorted by local gendarmes. Frick and Frack expressed bewilderment and surprise at what was happening, exclaiming to the gaggle of pursuing media they had no idea what this was all about.

(NB: The annual salary of the Prime Minister of Canada, $344,800. Salaries appear somewhat wildy out of whack by comparison Chez Rattenbury's, n'est-ce-pas?)

Though all hell broke loose, Clouseau and Cato remained tight-lipped.

What have they been up to? Many now nervously wondered.

Rumours, speculation and gossip swirled for weeks.

Some, attempting to stop/silence him, accused Darryl of smear-tactics, sour grapes, retribution, going rogue and worse.

Clouseau a rogue? Nevaire..."Impossible", in both official languages.

The real rogues apparenty forgot Darryl sits as an Independent MLA. The best kind of MLA is a genuinely "independent" MLA.

Pressure mounted on the Dynamic Duo. Frick and Frack deny any wrongdoing. What's going on? Where's the proof, Clouseau?

January 2019 - KABOOM - Darryl blew the doors open with an explosive report about a systemic culture of entitlement going back decades. Covered up, silenced and swept under the legislative rugs by the perpetrators.

Numerous allegations of financial wrongdoing involving wood-splitters, trailers, truckloads of booze, fired whistleblowers, deleted documents, forced non-disclosure agreements, lavish overseas trips and personal expenses, inappropriate employment benefits and cash payments in lieu of vacation time, disappeared HR reports, $300,000 retirement benefits piled on top of fat pensions for the not-yet-retired, and more.

Millions drained from the trough in a colosal boondoggle involving Frick and Frack, and others.

Where was the oversight?

This was not a report about people stealing office supplies. This is big-time swampland stuff.

Critics of Clouseau and Cato fell silent.

A flurry of finger pointing, blame and excuses ensued as those who govern/governed and their handmaidens scurry for cover, attempting to hide from the intense media spotlight and coming lengthy legal proceedings.

To the Honourable Darryl Pecas:

This B.C. taxpayer thanks you for your conscientious diligence in bringing this scandal to the public's attention.

This B.C. taxpayer thanks you for ignoring those who tried to stop and/or co-op you into looking the other way.

Stealing: Taking another person's property without permission or legal right and without intending to return it. Not a difficult concept to understand for most adults.

Common C.... Y... A... words-du-jour

Alleged: (of an incident or a person) said, without proof, to have taken place or to have a specified illegal or undesirable quality.

Allegation: a claim or assertion that someone has done something illegal or wrong, typically one made without proof.

Terms used by journalists and lawyers that provide 'temporary' cover for the 'allegedly' innocent.

Transparency: will remain illusive and opaque as long as elected and non-elected "public servants" get away with making up their own rules/procedures/accountability.

And when caught, up to their elbows in the cookie jar, have the audacity to excuse their transgressions with the same tiresome, dishonest rationale, "I followed the rules as I understood them"..."Its always been done this way"..."Everybody is doing it"..."I was just following orders".

Question Period

How many of these white-collar crooks are ever fired?

Why is it always the whisleblowers that pay the price?

How many members of the 'entitlement clubs', in every province across Canada, did it - are now doing it, with impunity and without fear of reprisal? Like some rogues gallery all-stars Duffy, Clarkson, Oda, Dingwall, Radwinski and others, who long ago decided to park their moral compass outside the "club" door.

How do they/can they rationalize, to themselves and their families, their despicable behaviour; their arrogant attitude that makes them believe they are so special and deserving and therefore, entitled to their entitlements?

Do they ever stop to consider their actions (theft) is money that could better help poor and needy citizens?

Is a Fix possible?


Why not?

Those who control the "game" find the trough/cookie jar too enticing; too easy to pilfer; even in plain sight of those being robbed.

Phony apologies and paying back the stolen money should never be considered restitution. However, measures like public shaming, seizure of assets and jail time would.

Punishment should fit the crime. Otherwise, there is no perceived justice.

However, because of so many examples of another form of justice at play; for the rich, powerful and privileged who commit crimes, public trust in the justice system is waning.

Irony: A literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the characters.

The Sad Conclusion

As mentioned, this story is not fiction and is far from over. The fiction is that some day, somehow, things will change.

The Sad Reality

"Plus ca change plus ca reste la meme chose". When trust is lost, bad things happen.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#174 THE OPPRESSOR'S HEEL (posted Jan. 23, 2019)

"By Oppressions' woes and pains

By your sons in servile chains

We will drain our dearest veins

But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low

Tyrants fall in every foe

Liberty's in every blow

Let us do or die!"

- Robert Burns (1759-1796) - the 'Bard of Ayshire' and the 'Ploughman Poet'

The excerpt is from a song by Robert Burns, written in 1793, called 'Scots Wha Hae' (Scots Who Have) commemorating the Battle of Bannockburn, fought in 1314.

A smaller Scottish army defeated the largest English army ever to invade Scotland, allowing the region to maintain its sovereignty from the Kingdom of England.

The lyrics are in the words of a speech given by the King of Scots, Robert the Bruce, to the Scottish army before the battle.

The Ploughman Poet is the most widely read Scottish poet in the world.

In 2009, the Scottish public voted Burns "the greatest Scot".

Each year, Robbie Burns' birthday, January 25th, is celebrated with lavish dinners featuring an array of traditional Scottish dishes and drink.

For the uninitiated, the national dish of Scotland is...wait for it...Haggis.

A "dish" containing a sheep's heart, liver and lungs minced with oatmeal, suet and seasoning; traditionally encased in the animal's stomach...yum, yum, yummy (?).

The Host, festooned in appropriate regalia befitting his Clan station, is tasked with a solemn duty; reciting the 'Address to a Haggis'.

Given the enthusiasm/energy of the Host and the length of his address, the audience can consume many ounces of Scotch.

This may help ease some delicate palettes of dinner guests who nervously await being served the aformentioned "delicacy".

To the chagrin of many Canadian Scots, Haggis is not listed in the revised Canada Food Guide as being permissable every January 25th.

- For all of human history, people have fled the oppressor's heel -

My grandfather, Hubert T. MacDonald, wrote in his book 'The Lords of the Isles and Their Descendants':

"In the great migration of MacDonalds from their homeland in Scotland to Prince Edward Island and Glengarry, Ontario, and also to the Carolinas in the U.S.A., about the year 1772, our part of that migration went to Prince Edward Island.

The only prize they strove after was freedom; Freedom from the oppressor's iron heel; Freedom to serve their God in the way their conscience directed them; Freedom to work and provide for themselves and their dependents unshackled by the iniquitous landlord and tenant system, then obtaining in the Highlands and Isles."

Today, mass migration appears to be accelerating, stoking fear of 'the other' and causing a rise of populism.

Many nations are no longer willing to provide safe haven for humans fleeing oppression, war, famine and the biggest new threat of them all, climate change.


This week, the world's rich and powerful meet in Davos, Switzerland, taking stock of the challenges facing the planet in 2019.

The leaders of America, Britain and France are absent. Trump, May and Macron all stayed home, preoccupied with domestic crises.

Two critical "reveals" greeted the attending business and government leaders:

1) 26 individuals control wealth equal to half the planet's population of humans; 3.85 billion people. A staggering and alarming statistic.

2) 92-year old naturalist and broadcaster, Sir David Attenborough, eloquently outlined the danger of accelerating climate change, the absence of focused leadership or consensus and the urgency of action needed to avoid catastrophe.

"I was born during the Holocene - the 12,000 year period of climatic stability that allowed humans to settle, farm, and create civilizations that led to trade in ideas and goods and made us the globally connected species we are today.

That stability allowed businesses to grow, nations to co-operate and people to share ideas.

In the space of my lifetime, all that has changed.

The Holocene has ended. The Garden of Eden is no more. We have changed the world so much that scientists say we are in a new geological age: the Anthropocene, the age of humans.

We need to move beyond guilt or blame, and get on with the practical tasks at hand.

Without action on climate change, civilization will collapse and it is up to humans to use their natural problem-solving skills to find a solution. Human activity has created a new era, yet climate change can be stopped." - Sir David Attenborough

Are those who govern listening?

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#173 WELCOME TO 2019 (posted Jan. 6, 2019)

Every New Year begins with the handoff of an ancient timepiece

At the stroke of midnight every December 31st, a battered old man turns the hourglass upside down. With trembling hands, he gently places it into the tiny up stretched palms of a newborn.

His task is to carry it for 12 months, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds and then pass it on.

The exhausted elder is glad to be rid of it, for 2018 brought much more bad than good to the planet.

The innocent child stares at the strange object, watching the first grains of coloured sand trickle through the narrow opening, not yet understanding that each one of the 31,536,000 grains represents one moment in the passage of time that will bring unpredictable events.

The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920 - H.L. Mencken

"As democracy is perfected, the office of the President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be occupied by a downright fool and complete narcissistic moron."

...and so, it came to pass

On Christmas Eve, 2018, the mad Emperor tweeted from his bedroom...

"I am alone (poor me) in the White House waiting for the Democrats to come back and make a deal on desperately needed Border Security. At some point, the Democrats, not wanting to make a deal, will cost our Country more money than the Border Wall we are all talking about. Crazy!"

Update for the uninformed or unconcerned:

During the presidential campaign, the rookie candidate promised his rabid followers a great Trump border wall to keep out the invading hordes of Aliens, adding "and Mexico will pay for the wall!".

Trumps great wall has been estimated to cost between $22-25 billion USD, plus annual maintenance costs.

Former Mexican President, Enrique Fox, fired back, using an appropriate, obscene word of early 16th century Germanic origin, to clearly express the attitude of Mexicans, telling the delusional Emperor what he could do to himself.

Doubling down on the promise to his base, he pivoted, suggesting Americans would gladly pay for the wall.

Americans quickly responded with "No way Jose, Trump!"

No Democrats, and only a handful of 'fearful' Republicans supported the Emperor's nonsensical notion.

In a fit of frustrated peek, the Emperor declared he was shutting down the government at midnight, December 22nd.

Foregoing his monthly golf vacation and New Years Eve festivities at his Mar-a-Lago resort, as a gesture of a personal sacrifice for the nation, the angry man-child spent the holiday season holed up at the White House stewing and passing the time watching himself on television, phoning advisers and tapping out furious tweets castigating the Democrats for opposing his border wall.

All of which made him crazier, more determined and dangerous.

The "situation" now rose to the level of a classic political 'Mexican standoff'.

What is a Mexican standoff?

A Mexican standoff is a confrontation amongst three or more parties in which no strategy exists that allows any party to achieve victory. As a result, all participants need to maintain the strategic tension, which remains unresolved until some outside event makes it possible to resolve it.

WHAT - THE APPRENTICE...take seven

WHERE: Washington, D.C. - Chaos Central

WHEN: The present

WHO: The three most powerful politicians in the 'Divided States of America'

WHY: To resolve the standoff and avoid a national disaster with international implications.

Donald: "I want my wall"

Nancy: "We're not going to give you your wall!"

Donald: "OK, then I will keep the government shut down for weeks, months, even years!"

Nancy: "Go ahead"

Donald: "I will, I really will...and it's my decision"

Nancy: "Yes it is, and remember what Chuck will own it"

Donald: "Yes, but it will be your fault"

Nancy: "No, it won't"

Donald: "Yes it will, yes it will"

Nancy: "We have you owning it, on tape"

Donald: "OK, have it your way, until you give me my wall, the government stays shut down"

10 minutes later

Donald: "Mitch, it's me, your President and Commander in Chief. I want you to meet with Pelosi and fix this, pronto. I can't deal with this woman. Who the hell does she think she is?"

Mitch: "Yes, Mr. President. I'll get right on it"

24 hours later

Mitch: "Mr. President, Nancy and I met as you requested. We have worked out a compromise that will enable us to reopen the government"

Donald: "Fantastic, send it over and I'll sign it"

Mitch: (to himself) Geez, I hope he just signs it and doesn't read it.

4 hours later

Donald: (having quickly skimmed the document) ""What the hell Mitch, there's funding in there to keep the government running for a few months, some extra money for border security, but where the hell are the billions for my wall?"

Mitch: "Mr. President, the way we now have to work with the Democrats is in a spirit of compromise. We give them something, they give us something. Remember, they control the House. This compromise proposal is what will work to reopen the government"

Donald: "I don't give a rat's ass about the government, I want my wall"

Mitch: "Mr. President, with respect, the government cannot be interminably shut down. Hundred of thousands of government workers are not being paid. Some are protesting by calling in sick, people who run our airports. This compromise will buy us time to work on the Dems to get more money for your wall. Please sir, leave it to me, sign the document"

Donald: (face turning from orange to red/purple) "I'm the President damnit, not you McConnell, and your President wants his wall. You and Nancy can shove your compromise up your X%##&KK...I will not sign"

Mitch: (pleading) "But sir, please understand things have changed. We no longer control all four branches of government. We now have to negotiate with the Democratic leadership to get stuff done"

Donald: (shouting) "The loss was all your fault. You and Ryan. Your both losers. I like winners. If I don't get my wall money...splutter, splutter....uh, uh...wait for it.....I will close the Mexican border"

Mitch: (sighing deeply, almost weeping) "Mr. President, please don't do that. On top of the government shutdown that would be a catastrophe. I will get a bipartisan committee together, work all weekend, and if we can get an agreement on say a $5 billion downpayment for your wall, would you sign?"

Donald: "Do it, but don't call me back until you have good news"

Mitch: "Yes sir, thank you sir" (and to himself) I'm too old for this shit, it's making me him.

Any bets? Who will blink first, capitulate and resolve another standoff in the mad Emperor's wild and crazy America?


The year began with Mother Nature bookending the country with more warnings.

Record rain on the Wet Coast, mountains of snow on the Rock and wacky weather in between. Constant reminders to everyone that climate change is a real and present danger and over time our greatest threat.

If you remember when Pierre Trudeau was reelected Prime Minister, he smiled at the TV camera's and said "Welcome to the 1980's"'re getting old.

This year, his son faces the electorate for another run at the country's top political job.

There is growing discontent across the land providing his opponents amunition to defeat him.

However, Andrew (Mr. Smiles), Jagmeet (I need a seat), Elizabeth (party of only one elected), and malcontent, Max (no party at all), are unlikely to convince voters they have the answers.

It's clear the biggest challenge facing the Prime Minister will come from provincial premiers.

If Justin wins, will he be cheeky enough to utter "Welcome to the 2020's"

If only two 'critical issues' (that are costing all Canadians billions of dollars every year) could be resolved, it could end as a very good year for Canada.

They are:

1) The self-inflicted trade barriers, within our own borders.

2) Getting our most valuable natural resources to market, across provincial barriers.

This will only happen if our provincial/federal leaders drop their petty jurisdictional jealousies, bureaucratic gridlock and political indecision.

Does the current elected crop have the guts, fortitude and courage, risking their own reelection, to make the tough, ofttimes unpopular decisions that can benefit the nation as a whole?

I remain skeptical.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#172 MERRY CHRISTMAS...BABY (posted Dec. 16, 2018)

In the past couple of decades, we have become victims of a pernicious group of self-declared arbiters who announce lists of "stuff" no longer acceptable (to them) in the 21st century.

"They" issue stern alerts like the one that signals the arrival of the annual festive season.

Every year the list grows longer.

These are the self-appointed, anonymous, "Politically-Correct Police".

The POP zealots who sift, analyze and eventually select a custom or tradition, held dear for generations past, to add to their "banned" list.

Their goal: make everything as inoffensive, cheerless, bland, dull and spiritless as humanly possible.

This year, their Christmas focus - seasonal songs heard on the radio.

"They" declared the lyrics of "Baby, It's Cold Outside" as super-creepy and must be banned from being heard on all radios in 'The Great White North'.

Who or what is next for the chopping block? Are Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Mother Goose, the Easter Bunny, Cinderella, the Wizard of Oz, Little Red Riding Hood and the Three Little Pigs on their radar?

Fearing a flogging in the public square and a loss of advertising revenue, the managers of our publicly owned airwaves reacted immediately and without hesitation to POP's declaration.

A chill went through the corridors of Rogers Media and Bell Media.

Even staid old Mother-CBC, self-declared defenders of our Freedom of Speech, cowered and, like the others, excised the super-creepy song from their Christmas (oh, oh, sorry can't use that word anymore according to POP) Festival Play list.

Leaving listeners wondering

Is this tune a clear and present danger to western morality?

Why would the keepers of our media choose to set their hair on fire over a Christmas classic?

Does their over-the-top reaction say more about a fundamental loss of rational common sense, possibly caused by the super-creepy times we live in?

Have they lost sight of the reality that "Baby, It's Cold Outside" is an Academy Award-winning popular song written by Frank Loesser, in 1944, period? Nothing sinister was ever intended by its creator.

Are these "experienced" broadcasters so unsure of themselves that they are unaware they have been sucked into a "flapdoodle", perpetrated by the self-declared arbiters of what is or is not correct?

Distracted and made handmaidens of the Politically Correct Police, rather than doing their proper job of focusing on the really important stuff that impact Canadians...indeed a long list.

It took the reaction of the public to make Mother Corporation realize the foolishness of focusing on this nonsense, ultimately capitulate and issue the following statement:

"Last week, we pressed pause to consider the different points of view on playing "Baby, It's Cold Outside". Because we value our audience input, which was overwhelmingly (no kidding) to include the song, we have put it back on the two playlists where it had been removed."

Does this pablum make you feel warm and fuzzy all over? Are you overwhelmed by a feeling that the "pause button" is now in the hands of adults who won't panic next time another piece of nonsense arises?

We need confident, competent media decision makers, especially in control of our public broadcaster.


Last week, I purchased a $25 Lotto Max ticket at the lottery kiosk in a local Mall.

A few days later, checking credit card purchases online, I noticed two unusual entries that aroused my suspicion that my credit card may have been compromised (hacked).

1) Cash advance fee, $3.50

2) Daily interest on the cash advance at 22.99%

Immediately called and spoke to a credit card agent, requesting an explanation and enquiring whether my credit card was hacked.

She took a few minutes to check and then asked the following questions:

"Did you purchase a lottery ticket at the Mayfair Mall lottery kiosk using your credit card?"


"Have you ever used a credit card to purchase a lottery ticket at a lottery kiosk?"


"Well, Ronald, when you use a credit card to purchase a lottery ticket at a lottery kiosk, it's categorized as 'gambling'. Consequently, the transaction is classified as a 'cash advance' or 'cash loan' for which you are charged a cash advance fee plus daily interest of 22.99% until the entire credit card balance is paid off."

"Ouch, that's not fair. I've used credit cards at grocery stores to purchase lottery tickets for years and never encountered cash advance fees or daily interest."

"Well, Ronald, the reason is when you're at a grocery store, the 'System' cannot distinguish whether the purchase is for groceries or a lottery ticket."

She added, "And never use a credit card in a casino because the 'System' will identify all transactions as 'gambling' and hit you with a cash advance fee and daily interest at 22.99%."

"Thank you for explaining something I did not know before. Thank goodness the lesson only cost me $3.50 + pennies in daily interest."

"Ronald, you're a very good customer. I'm going to void the cash advance fee and daily interest. Merry Christmas and have a good day."

"Merry Christmas to you and many thanks for the lesson."

And in the spirit of the season, whichever way you and yours choose to celebrate, all the very best of health and happiness.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#171 WHO IS THAT STRANGER IN THE MIRROR? (posted Nov. 27/18)

"You know you're getting old when you stoop down to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there"

"I was always taught to respect my elders and I've now reached the age when I don't have anybody to respect"

"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old"

Quotes from the fertile mind of the late George Burns, American comedian, actor, singer, writer, whose career spanned vaudeville, radio, film and television.

He died at the age of one hundred, claiming he was too old to retire.


Important Stuff

There are more Canadians over the age of 65 than under the age of 16.

Folks in Eastern Canada are getting older than those in the West.

British Columbia has a demographic profile more similar to the East, with some of the oldest communities located here on southern Vancouver Island; Qualicum Beach 52%, Parksville 42% and Sidney by the Sea 41%.

It's the weather.

Canada spent $242 billion on health care in 2017, 11.5% of Canada's GDP, $6,604 for every Canadian resident.

Seniors (65+) consume the bulk of the health care budget.

There are twice as many women as men over 85.

Which explains why old guys are in such demand and very popular at places like "RestHaven-by-the-Sea", your local rest home for geriatrics.

Relevant Stuff

Do you recognize the face staring back at you in the bathroom mirror every morning?

Do you recognize the people you worked with, for decades, at retirees reunions?

Me neither.

Is your initial reaction "who the hell are all these old people? I must have accidentally wandered into the wrong gathering".

Thank goodness for name tags. Otherwise, we'd all be standing around in a room full of strangers.

It's inevitably embarrassing to be caught staring at a woman's chest when all you're innocently trying to do is read the name on the tag...while you're thinking she's thinking "he's turned into a dirty old man".

Seniors don't like being referred to as "seniors". It's a demeaning term.

We don't need reminding that our "best before date" is ancient history.

My preference, just call us "exceptionally mature".

We, the exceptionally mature and growing demographic group of society, are in a battle with Father Time, vainly attempting to delay crossing the dreaded threshold...from fit to fragile.

In a war of attrition, our objective is to remain independent for as long as body and mind cooperate.

We envy the few who never seem to age, outwardly frozen in time. The lucky ones who have won the gene pool lottery.

I'm a fully paid up long time member of a local "politically-incorrect" club, comprised exclusively of geezers. We meet monthly at the Senior's Centre in Brentwood Bay. Where else would geezers meet.

A recent guest speaker kept the group enthralled with an illuminating, informative and entertaining geezer-relevant topic; the state of Canada's Health Care System.

The presenter was Doctor Thomas William Noseworthy (CM MD MSc MPH FRCPC FACP FCHS OC), one of Alberta's Top 100 Physicians of the Century.

He imparted his extensive knowledge, expertise, wisdom and advice with a touch of humour uniquely possessed by Newfoundlander's.

He surprised his audience by suggesting the amount of $ currently being spent annually on our system is sufficient and adequate. The problem is not funding, rather how $ are allocated, emphasizing Canada's Health care system requires an urgent major overhaul.

Based on research, Doctor Noseworthy outlined several practical ideas; ways and means to improve the health care system meet the contemporary needs of a changing demographic.

However, unless provincial and federal politicians stop kicking the can down the road and establish this as an urgent national priority and goal, the system will ultimately implode.

Personal Stuff

My "newish" GP is also a geriatric specialist.

Doctor B. conducted deep-research before deciding the ideal Canadian location to practice her craft was here on southern Vancouver Island.

Her decision to depart "the land of the free and the home of the brave" was motivated by the election of Emperor 'Crazy Pants'.

She's a no nonsense taskmaster when tending her flock of mostly "fragile" folk and spends ample time with each patient listening to them before issuing advice, orders or referrals. As the Church Lady says "that's special".

During "consultations", we always spend a little time discussing other stuff.

She has a keen interest in learning about her adopted homeland e.g., comparing U.S. vs Canada medical systems, politics, Canadian history, etc..

Her three-year stint spent on a Navajo Nation reservation in Arizona allowed her to gain invaluable experience. She faced everything a M.D. could possibly encounter in the course of an entire career in medicine.

This "education" led her to focus on geriatric care.

Doctor B. ordered a two-for "special" which took place last month.

First, a friendly gastroenterologist administered his double-double speciality; endoscopy followed by a colonoscopy.

The easy or fun part is the procedure.

The not-so-much-fun part is called the "prep". Having to drink four litres of yuk and spend the night sitting on the throne. Then another exciting challenge presents itself, making it to the hospital the next morning and praying the throne is near the entrance.

Part deux of the two-for was performed by a friendly urologist administering his speciality, preceded by the following instructions:

1) drop your pants and undershorts

2) climb onto the examination table

3) assume the fetal position

4) try to relax while I administer the Italian salute (easy for him to say)

Sensing this guy might actually enjoy his job, Dr. Digit, removes his rubber glove with a theatrical snap and a satisfied look on his face, "get dressed, I'll be back in a minute for the speech".

Standing there alone, trousers around your ankles, dignity in tatters, feeling violated by what just occurred and overcome by a feeling of fragility.

Digit's speech is all about elevated PSA's, prostates and a message "that men your age shouldn't have any related surgically invasive procedure. You're more likely to die from something else."

While you're trying to digest that bit of medical wisdom, it ends with "see me in a year!"


Pray thee not smile overly at my aformentioned descriptors, rather be forewarned. In time, you too will be "fragilized" by Dr. Digit's fickle finger of fate.

"I think you should be a child as long as you can. I have been successful for 74 years doing that. Don't rush into adulthood, it isn't that much fun" - Bob Newhart

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#170 CRAZY - CREEPY - TOPSY TURVY (posted Nov. 11, 2018)

Lewis Carroll's 1871 sequel "Through the Looking Glass" had Alice climb through a mirror into a world where she finds that, just like a reflection, everything is reversed, including logic.

A land where, up is down, a Red King and a Blue Queen do battle; where alternative facts and lies confuse and confound.

Just like in TRUMP-LANDIA, on a typical day...

November 7, 2018 - The day after the US mid-term elections.

Senior politicians representing the Red and Blue teams rush to podiums to declare their side won.

Addison Mitchell (two-chins) McConnell Jr., mumbles his way through his press conference, trumpeting (pun intended) Republican gains in the Senate.

Nancy Patricia D'Alesandro Pelosi (one facelift shy of the wax museum Hall of Fame) hoarsely plods through her press conference, praising the impressive "Blue wave" Democrat gains in the House.

It was left to the media-savviest of them all, Emperor 'Crazy Pants', to once again deftly capture the days headlines. Holding an aggressive, self-serving, self-aggrandizing, snippy, testy, rambling, insulting, 90-minute press conference, claiming another best-ever fantastical victory for himself...because, and everybody knows this, "I'm a very stable genius".

Immediately following the press conference, in a stunning break with protocol, he orders suspending the "hard" press pass of CNN's Jim Acosta, barring his access to the White House "until further notice"...for doing his job.

One hour passes.

While the Emperor hides in the oval office, Chief of Staff, retired Marine Corps General, John (the Church Lady) Francis Kelly, is dispatched to inform US Attorney General, Jeff (Mr. Magoo) Sessions, "you're fired"...for doing his job and respecting the constitution.

Bypassing "normal succession" i.e., to appoint the Deputy Attorney General, Rod (Mr. Peepers) Rosenstein to replace Sessions, 'Crazy Pants' appoints his "Magoo-office-mole" - Magoo's chief of staff, Matt Whitaker - Acting US Attorney General.

The Emperor then strips Mr. Peepers of responsibility to oversee the Mueller investigation and gives it to his mole. Remember, he's a stable genius.

The strategic objective: Dig a deep hole, preferably underneath a decaying nuclear plant somewhere in Russia, and bury Special Prosecutor Bob Mueller's report on Russian collusion and related matters from ever seeing the light of day...before the Democrats take control of the House of Representatives in January.

Reminiscent of Richard Nixon's Saturday Night massacre; the Watergate coverup imbroglio. Seasoned journalists are calling what Trump is doing ten times worse than what Nixon did. Nevada.

Voters resoundingly elect Republican, Dennis Hof, to represent them in the Nevada State Assembly.

This, despite Mr. Hof being accused of sexual assault and rape.

Brothel owner (the Love Ranch Vegas) and reality TV "star", Hof, enjoyed referring to himself as the "Trump of Pahrump", "America's Pimp" and the "P. T. Barnum of Booty".

However, there was a minor problem that Nevada voters, possibly having consumed too much legal pot, either didn't notice or care about.

Weeks before voting day, Dennis Hof was found dead in his brothel.

Nevadians obviously prefer voting for a dead anti-tax, gun-rights Republican pimp, rather than any live Democrat.

While on the topic of guns, there have been 307 mass shootings in America so far this year.

The US Gun Violence Archive defines a mass shooting as a single incident in which four or more people are shot and/or killed, not including the shooter.

"Real power is - I don't even want to use the word - FEAR" - Donald Trump, March 31, 2016.

FEAR without HOPE will ultimately ignite the American powder keg.


Little kids are curious. Learning about others is part of growing up.

When a little boy says to a little girl, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours", everyone understands there is no ill-intent behind the request. It's a normal part of early learning.

However, its a different matter when adults use social media to expose their "shortcomings" (physical and psychological)...especially "mature" politicians.

2011 - Anthony David Weiner, a seven term Democratic congressman, introduced us to a new social-media term..."sexting".

Mr. Weiner was caught exposing his "shortcomings" to several women on his Twitter account.

He quietly "resigned" from Congress.

2013 - While running in the New York mayoral race, Weiner (he never gives up) did it again, using an exotic cover alias "Carlos Danger".

2016 - This time creepy "Carlos" involved a minor and the FBI got involved.

2017 - Weiner was declared a sex offender and sentenced to 21 months in prison.

It took six years to finally put this serial-sicko behind bars.

The parade of predator rogues continues apace as the 'Me-too' movement emboldens women to expose their harassers.

2018 - Our contender for the North American Sleaze Championship Trophy, holder of several senior government portfolios and veteran conservative, Mr. Tony (the Gazebo) Clement.

Last week, our champion informed his boss, Andrew (Dimples) Scheer, he has been "sexting" his privates...but trust me boss, it was only one time.

Without hesitation and with a compassionate heart, young Dimples believes Uncle Tony, allowing Gazeboman to remain in caucus.

24 hours pass - Media pressure intensifies. Uncle Tony confesses it happened more than once and he's being extorted by someone, "a foreign actor", demanding 50,000 Euros to keep quiet.

Alarm bells scream - "Kompromat" - Clement served on the ultra-secret 'National Security and Intelligence Committee'. Uncle Tony is a target of foreign agents.

Members of this committee, breaching a confidence, face 14 years in the hoosegow.

Many women offer their view of Clement, they find being near him "creepy".

Once again Dimples faces the media. The embarrassed rookie leaves the impression of a naive, indecisive, too trusting of party veterans and weak, leader.

The revelation that Uncle Tony's "reputation" was known to many, brings to light a serious problem with the quality and effectivness of the vetting process for ministers and those who serve on high security committees. the good old days

When television was young in the 1960's...

Intrepid CBC reporter, Larry Zolf, camera rolling, knocks on the door of Associate Defence Minister, Pierre Sevigny's home.

The door opens a crack to reveal it's Mr. Sevigny.

Zolf asks a leading question. The reply comes in the form of a bop on Larry's noggin delivered from the minister's cane.

Why would a senior government minister act so aggressively towards a member of the press?

At the time, Sevigny and George Hees were important ministers in PM, John Diefenbaker's, Conservative government.

George and Pierre resigned suddenly and mysteriously, just before the 1963 election.

Years later, it was publicly revealed that both honourable gentlemen were having a dalliance, aka Bunga-Bunga, with a German woman of dubious antecedents, a well known Montreal based prostitute, Frau Gerda Munsinger.

It was known by security services, Ms. Munsinger, had contacts with Russians and, as such, constituted a security risk...explaining the sudden exit of two high level government ministers before the '63 election.

The scandal finally broke out in the House of Commons in 1966 and the rest is history.

Today's sophisticated technology makes Kompromat easier and more dangerous for anyone entrapped - the reason why Emperor 'Crazy Pants' so fears the release of the Mueller report.

"If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything"

"The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read"

"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all ones lifetime"

All quotes are from a real genius, Mark Twain.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#169 NOVEMBER RAMBLINGS (posted Nov. 3, 2018)

As the curtain descends on the annual Fall colour show, only the most stubborn autumn leaves cling to their tree. Mother Nature pulls her winter blanket across the Great White North allowing the land to rest and rejuvenate itself.

"Cue the violins"


To allay fear and anxiety, humans have always sought whatever 'magic elixir of life' that might help provide some "temporary" relief from the daily grind.

There have always been humans aplenty ready and willing to supply the need, whether plants, potions, pills, booze, mystical gurus or whatever. The message they deliver is always the same "it will make you feel good and who amongst you doesn't want to feel good?"

The song 'Happy Days are Here Again' is usually remembered as the campaign song for Franklin Delano Roosevelt's successful 1932 presidential campaign.

The song is also associated with the 'Repeal of Prohibition', which occurred shortly after Roosevelt's election where there were signs saying "Happy Days are Beer Again" and so on.

As of October 17, 2018, the Great White North became the only G7 Nation where it's "legal" to consume "recreational" cannabis.

You have to hand it to our government's clever use of the word "recreational", which connotes getting high on cannabis is "fun".

The same as asking any eight year old what part of school they like best. Most will answer "recess", referring to the "recreational" or fun part and not the more challenging "learning" part of the school day.

During the election campaign, Justin the Fair (champion of "Canada needs to party with marijuana") promised "this will come to pass during our first term in office".

Promise made, promise delivered.

But, despite months of punctilious planning and preparation, the result was anything but a smooth take-off on opening day.

It was so un-punctilious a launch that it stalled on take-off in a glorious thud, leaving a muddled mess of confusion.

British Columbia led the pack, opening with but a single legal government pot shop...located in Kamloops.

Axioms related to life's magic elixirs

- Things that make you feel good are always considered, by some, to be the opposite.

- Demand always overtakes supply.

- 'Bad Guys" are always the first to seize the opportunity, despite serious risks, to provide the supply and reap the rewards...until government(s) realize that by simply changing the law (make what was illegal, legal)...they can steal the booty from the 'Bad Guys'.

From the customers perspective, it's only a matter of who will pick your pocket; the 'Bad Guys' or 'Prince Justin's' tax collectors.

Once declared legal, there's no shortage of companies, corporations and individual entrepreneurs (the new 'Bad Guys') planning to take advantage of the financial bonanza.

For example, estimates suggest the cannabis-infused drinks segment could be worth at least $1.5 billion.

Consequently, Molson Coors Brewing Co. expects to secure a "meaningful" share of the cannabis-infused beverage market, when "edibles" are legalized in Canada next year.

This week, my dentist (Doctor Feel-Good) suggested I drive to Kamloops to survey what goodies are available to make my aching back "temporarily" feel better.

Happy Days are here again?


October 31, 1938. 'The Mercury Theatre on the air' presented a radio drama, directed and narrated by a very young Orson Welles. The story was adapted from H. G. Wells' novel 'The War of the Worlds'.

The genius of the adaption made the listening audience believe that Martians (Aliens) had invaded America and were attacking, using heat-rays and giant war machines releasing clouds of poisonous smoke.

The result proved especially effective since this was Hallowe'en night, panicking and scaring the hell out of millions. In the process cementing Welles' reputation as a brilliant dramatist.

In 1941, Welles produced, co-wrote, directed and starred in his first feature film, 'Citizen Kane'.

The film is an early example of mass media manipulation of public opinion and the power that media conglomorates have on influencing the democratic process.

October 31, 1938. Like the intended result of the 1938 radio drama, Emperor 'Crazy Pants' criss-crosses America, using everything in his arsenal to inflame and convince his followers that thousands of "aliens", laden with criminals, are about to invade the U.S. southern border, bent on serious crime on US soil.

As commander-in-chief, he promises to triple the number of armed troops to 15,000 to assist ICE and Border Patrol repel the invasion (code named operation faithful patriot).

Will this combustible, mad-dog crazy, racially suggestive, caustic and frantic strategy to sow fear, doubt and confusion in advance of the November 6 mid term election work...or backfire?

Can the "All about Me" bullshit artist, who never accepts responsibility for any of his actions while blaming everybody else for his country's shortcomings, pull it off a second time?

The answer by November 7th. In the meantime, remain optimistically fearful.

"The sad thing about true stupidity is that you can do absolutely nothing about it" - John Cleese


Like millions, I really like Netflix. Great content, no commercials, offered at a reasonable price.

Like millions, I like our public broadcaster's English and French language radio service. Great content, no commercials, offered at a very reasonable price.

Like millions, I no longer watch much of what CBC TV offers, primarily because the constant distracting commercial interruptions irritate and drive me away.

Millions of Canadians gladly pay Netflix $132 annually to receive their terrific array of offerings.

Many Canadians "grudgingly" pay a meagre $34 annually to support CBC services on radio, TV, online, in English, French and Aboriginal languages.

The "grudge" factor is directly related to the ads interrupting content. When it comes to the number of commercial interruptions, there is no distinction or difference between public and private broadcasters TV service. The irritation factor is the same.

A remedy is possible. It's neither rocket science nor brain surgery.

1) The grudge/irritation factor would disappear if CBC/Radio Canada dropped all commercial advertising from their English and French TV services.

2) The revenue CBC/Radio Canada extracts from the marketplace could then benefit the private broadcasters and gain their support to lobby government.

3) The public broadcaster would be released from any influence on its program content by advertiser(s). To paraphrase Martha "and that's a very good thing".

4) Increase the annual parliamentary grant to the public broadcaster to $60 per capita. An additional $26 per capita, per year...half of what Canadians gladly pay to Netflix.

Seriously think about this. Is an extra $26 per year worth it to protect and defend Canadian culture, history and values on Canadian owned airwaves? Or are Canadians prepared to risk the likes of a Donald J. Trump taking control of our airwaves?


Anyone who can name the members of the CBC/Radio Canada Board of Directors should immediately go to the front of the class. Anyone who can't is forgiven for being honest.


Twelve individuals who have the power and influence to pull off the goal outlined above, if they are prepared to inform and involve Canadians in helping convince the government.

Michael Goldbloom, Lennoxville (Chairman of the Board)

Catherine Tait, Ottawa (President and CEO)

Guillaume Aniorte, Montreal

Edward Boyd, Toronto

Harley Finkelstein, Ottawa

Suzanne Guevremont, Montreal

Rob Jeffrey, Halifax

Rene Legere, Moncton

Jennifer Moor Rattray, Winnipeg

Francois Roy, Montreal

Sandra Singh, Vancouver

Marie Wilson, Yellowknife

NB: Three from the West and nine from the East...hmmm.

If you think this is important, take a minute to communicate with your CBC Board member and MP. Help persuade them this is right and get this done.

"Nothing will stop you being creative more effectively, as the fear of making a mistake" - John Cleese

Reminder: Change your clocks (unless you live in Saskatchewan), get a flu shot, buy a poppy and honour our veterans on November 11.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#168 I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW (posted Oct. 14, 2018)

A song, originally recorded by Johnny Nash, reaching number one on the Billboard chart, in 1972.

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,

I can see all the obstacles in my way

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind

It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright

Sun-shiny day.

But, what if you can't see things clearly anymore?

A medical condition most of us encounter as we age, in which the lens of the eye becomes progressively opaque, resulting in blurred vision.

The condition is called a cataract.

In cataract surgery, the lens inside your eye that has become cloudy is removed and replaced with an artificial lens, called an intra-ocular lens, to restore clear vision.

It took nine months before I got to the top of a long waiting list.

My left eye lens was replaced this week, in a painless procedure that took no more than 20 minutes.

I now see clearly out of my left eye. The clarity is remarkable. My right eye now appears slightly blurred, which I didn't notice before. I now eagerly await corrective surgery of the right eye, in a few months.


The work of scientists, in all fields of study, continues to solve opaque mysteries through research. Breakthroughs that expand human understanding and knowledge.

A simple, easy way to keep learning things and "exercise" your brain is by watching TED talks.

Some of the most interesting, informative and talented people on the planet share their insights on TED talk presentations; available on any electronic device.

Occasionally, someone whose field of expertise, personal courage and achievements is so unusual, stands out in a crowd of brilliant individuals. Such a person is Dan Ariely.

Who is Dan Ariely?

- A burn victim, who used the extraordinary pain he endured during his recovery to change burn patient treatment.

- A fascinating, interesting, intelligent and humourous teacher.

- A Duke University Professor of Psychology and Behavioural Economics.

- Head of an organization with the "insightful" title 'Centre for Advanced Hindsight'.

He spends time teaching two different audiences, "I give lots of long lectures for very little money. When I go to corporations, I give much shorter lectures for much more money."

Dan and his researchers specialize in...

- Why humans are so irrational - by advancing the study of hindsight.

- How people are hard-wired to make bad decisions, even lie and cheat, especially when money is involved.

- Provide a rationale to explain irrational decisions humans make.

- Explain behaviour that is considered normal and rational that has serious consequences in a complex, fast paced, interconnected world.

- Explain how human irrationality can be weaponized against us.

- Discover new facts to find ways to improve the human condition rather than make it worse.

One example of his many observations

Conflict between honesty and dishonesty.

Many of us can relate to this one.

You get the question "Honey, how do I look in this dress?"

You care about honesty, but you also don't want to offend your significant other, and you want to have a good evening.

You are now faced with three goals that are not compatible, and you have to decide which one wins.

So what happens? Honesty loses its priority in "the hierarchy of values".


On Tuesday, November 6, 2018 the midterm elections take place in the middle of Republican Donald Trump's first term.

All 435 seats in the United States House of Representatives and 35 of the 100 seats in the United States Senate will be contested.

The U.S. Senate has 51 Republicans and 49 Democrats (including two independents). Of the 35 seats being contested, 26 are held by Democrats.

The framers of the Constitution wanted to avoid ever again being ruled by any unhinged, cruel, dominating King, so they set up the following system.

Three branches of government that can limit the powers of the others.

This way, no one branch becomes too powerful. Each branch "checks" the power of the other branches to make sure that the power is balanced between them.

Republicans currently control all branches of government, including the Supreme Court.

However, elected Republicans refuse to exercise their sworn duty to check the power of this president, because they fear him and his loyal base of cult followers that could destroy their reelection chances.

This sets up the perfect conditions for a President with "tyrannical" tendencies to operate without fear of any of the "intended" checks and balances.

June 16, 2015 - In a grand, staged for television production, surrounded by hundreds of paid "extras", Donald and Melania made their entrance, riding down an escalator, to announce the candidacy, as a Republican contender, of Donald J. Trump.

The Washington establishment considered him a political novice, a joke, not to be taken seriously. Few gave him any chance.

"A reliable way to make people believe in falsehoods is frequent repetition, because familiarity is not easily distinguished from truth. Authoritarian institutions and marketers have always known this fact." - Daniel Kahneman

He crushed every and all opponents, using a masterfully thuggish, down and dirty muck-raking campaign of labels, insults, lies, anger, menace, hate and fear, with more than a little help from his handler and mentor, Vlad.

The "not to be taken seriously joke" won the presidential election on November 8, 2016 and became President on January 20, 2017.

Two years of the Trump presidency has made crystal clear the following:

- He has no political philosophy i.e., what makes a government legitimate. He does not embrace the beliefs held by Republicans, Democrats or Independents.

- He espouses 'The Trump Doctrine':

Doctrine #1: Its all about me, me, me!

Doctrine #2: I only respect power and money.

Doctrine #3: Climate change is a Chinese hoax, just like the Russian collusion hoax.

Doctrine #4: Its all about me, me, me...and the 1%.

Doctrine #5: There ain't no doctrine #5!

- Beliefs: I am above the law.

- Distrusts: allies.

- Admires: befriends and emulates dictators.

- Exhibits: an unprecedented, abnormal moral bankruptcy, bereft of empathy.

- Fired: all key advisors, replaced them with ass-kissing sycophants.

A tyrant is defined as a cruel and oppressive ruler; a dictator, despot, autocrat, authoritarian, oppressor, bully, megalomaniac.

All dangerous goods carry a warning label.

On November 6th - Americans who vote and don't succeed in electing at least one branch of their government to put a check on Trump's erratic, unpredictable behaviour in a divided America, will set up conditions for their nation to deteriorate into chaos.

If they don't stop him now, it may well be too late.

In a democracy, "freedom of the press" exists to serve the governed and not those who govern.

"Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters" - Albert Einstein

P.S. #1: On the weekend, Sidney by the Sea, B.C., was host to 450 rowers from 24 nations for the 2018 FISA world coastal rowing championships; a North American first. The sport of coastal rowing is popular in Europe, but little-known in Canada and will make its debut in the Pan Am Games next year in Lima, Peru.

P.S. #2: On October 17th, The Great White North goes to pot.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#167 ABSURDITIES (posted October 2, 2018)

Boo - WADA - Boo

Here's where you ask...WHAT'S - A - WADA?

WADA is the acronym for the World Anti-Doping Agency.

WADA is a creation of the International Olympic Committee (IOC).

By the mid-1990's, the IOC could no longer hide the reality that more "dirty" athletes were competing in their Summer and Winter Olympics.

Nations, hell-bent on winning at all costs, pressured their athletes to ingest ever-more sophisticated chemical concoctions to by-pass urine and blood tests.

"Clean" athletes either succumbed, despite the threat to their health and wellbeing, or accepted their chances of a medal performance was unlikely because the doper has an unfair advantage.

Some background on WADA

WADA was established on November 10, 1999, in Lausanne, Switzerland, as an independent agency working towards eradicating the improper use of drugs in sport.

WADA is responsible for the World Anti-Doping Code, adopted by more than 600 sports organizations, including international sports federations, national anti-doping organizations, the IOC, and the International Paralympic Committee.

WADA's funding is sourced equally from the Olympic Movement and governments of the world.

Canadian taxpayers contribute $1.9 million annually to WADA.

WADA-HQ is based in Montreal.

Spaniard, Juan Antonio Samaranch, was President of the IOC from August 1980 to July 2001.

NB: Samaranch was an enthusiastic supporter of Spanish fascist dictator, General Francisco Franco, and served in his government. According to the book "The KGB Plays Chess", he was recruited as an asset by the KGB in exchange for Soviet support for his candidacy as IOC president.

Juan Antonio was challenged trying to find somebody among IOC delegates brave enough to head WADA.

Canadian swimming champion, lawyer and prominent spokesman for ethics in sport, Richard William Duncan "Dick" Pound, became the first president of the World Anti-Doping Agency and vice-president of the IOC.

Pound was reluctant to take on the job but eventually agreed. It has been rumoured Samaranch promised he would lobby for Pound to become IOC president when he stepped down.

When the time came, Juan Antonio, lobbied IOC delegates to support, Jacques Rogue, despite Pound having done an execellent job as Head of WADA from 1999 to 2007. So much for fascist promises.

Fast forward to 2014...

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, President of Russia and former KGB officer (Emperor 'Crazy Pants' handler and mentor), was spending $50 billion USD on the Winter Olympics in Sochi.

With the world distracted watching Vlad's Games, he was playing another more serious game. Russia made several incursions into Ukrainian territory. Russian soldiers without insignias took control of strategic positions and infrastructure within the Ukrainian territory of Crimea. Russia then annexed Crimea.

Echoes of another dictator's actions in the 1930's that eventually led to WWII.

Russian state involvement in systematic doping was finally exposed. Grigory Rodchenkov, former Moscow lab director, blew the whistle on the scheme.

Russia's state-run doping program helped 1000 athletes in 30 sports fudge their doping tests.

An investigation and damning report by Canadian Western University law professor, Richard McLaren, followed, including the how, when and where this was done, including KGB involvement.

Acknowledging McLaren's findings, WADA suspended Russia in November 2015.

In September 2018, WADA reinstated Russia's doping control agency.


Yep, WADA reinstated Russia.

Despite howls of protest from around the world, the IOC, whose current membership includes WADA's current president, has a history of overlooking the transgressions of influential member nations. Reacting true to form. Really?

Yes, indeedee!

"WADA's decision to reinstate Russia represents the greatest treachery against clean athletes in Olympic history" - Jim Walden, attorney for Grigory Rodchenkov.

When a regulatory body is unwilling to meaningfully crack down on the kind of industrial-scale cheating carried out by Russia's state-directed performance-enhancing program, it is appropriate to ask whether it still has a raison d'etre.

Why then should our government continue writing $1.9 million annual cheques to pay for WADA?

Why then should our government(s) even seriously consider being conned into writing multi-billion dollar cheques to pay for the 2026 Winter Olympics at venues proposed for Calgary, Edmonton, Nakiska, Canmore and Whistler?

A morally bankrupt and corrupt organization (the IOC) is unworthy of receiving Canadian taxpayer charity.


For your thoughts...

The idiom "A penny for your thoughts", used to inquire into the thoughts and feelings of another, especially when the person appears pensive or conflicted, is from a time when the British penny was worth a significant sum.

It was used in 1522 by Sir Thomas More in 'Four Last Things'.

For your money...

Canadian banks regularly report quarterly profits in the billions, using depositors' money to loan to others.

Every month, my bank thanks me for my loyalty by depositing one penny into my checking account.

This is nothing more than an underwhelming act of fictitious profit sharing.

The federal government withdrew the penny from circulation in the fall of 2012.

Recently, I asked my friendly bank teller the following:

How much does it cost the bank to deposit one penny into my checking account?

If the penny is deemed worthless currency by the government and the bank cannot give me a penny because pennies are no longer in circulation, what is the point of this action by your employer?

Unable to answer, she suggested with a smile, it was a mystery beyond her pay grade to explain.

I refrained from asking whether her boss could.


How do BC politians, once in power, twist a "sacred policy" into a pretzel?

The BC NDP remain in power courtesy of three elected Greens, led by climate scientist, Andrew Weaver.

The NDP and Greens claim to be steadfast, unwavering, dependable protectors of the environment.

To demonstrate their redoubtable commitment to this "sacred" policy position, both have taken a stand against the federal and Alberta government, to never allow the twinning of a pipeline from Alberta to tidewater on the Pacific coast. Stating the environmental dangers are dire.

When the BC Liberals were in power, they approved twinning of the pipeline and proposed several LNG projects. NDP opposition MLA's howled in protest, discounting the related jobs and wealth generation these projects would benefit all Canadians.

Then, without consulting taxpayers, the Feds bought the pipeline company for $4.5 billion it didn't have and without explaining an additional $7.8 billion will have to be spent if twinning the pipeline ever proceeds.

The apparent logic being followed: "When you're in a deep hole, the way out is to dig deeper".

Suddenly, fairy dust got sprinkled on the BC NDP and they became converts. Overboard went one of their "sacred" policy positions. Now morphing into steadfast champions in favour of LNG projects...let the good times roll.

What will the three Green amigos do now? Bring down the NDP or drink the cool aid and cave?

And that dear reader is how BC politicians practise "pretzel politics".

Up next, more madness in BC politics. A referendum on three "impossible to comprehend" 'proportional representation' options vs maintaining 'first past the post'.

Voters remain uninformed and confused.

Recently, a PHD expert and university professor, who has studied the subject for 15-years, couldn't explain to an audience of retired professionals, the value or benefits to our democracy of the three options. She strongly suggested we stick with first past the post.

Recent provincial elections are demonstrating political change is rolling across the land

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#166 ONE HUNDRED AND ONE AND COUNTING (posted Sept. 21, 2018)

"A proof is a proof. What kind of proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof. And when you have a proof, it's because it's proven" - Jean Chretien...linguist extraordinaire.

2018 marks the 101st anniversary of the fastest and most exciting winter game in the world.

The National Hockey League (NHL) was organized on November 28, 1917, at the Windsor Hotel in Montreal.

Aldous Leonard Huxley said "Facts do not cease to exist simply because they are ignored".

From their mouths to our ears...

"Truth is whatever I say it is" - Emperor Crazy Pants...pathological liar.

"Truth isn't truth" - Rudi "the illusionist"...personal lawyer to the Emperor.

"Half the lies they tell about me aren't true" - Yogi Berra...malapropism expert.

Controversy over where the game of hockey came into being can provoke a heated debate between Francophone and Anglophone students of hockey history.

Whether the game evolved from a frozen pond in Quebec or the Maritimes???, doesn't change the's our game.

For the record:

Hockey originated "around" the year 1800, in Windsor, Nova Scotia.

Bet you didn't know that.

The boys of Canada's first college, King's College School, adapted the exciting field game of "Hurley" to the ice of their favourite skating pond and originated a new winter game.

Back in the era of the "original six", the device invented by, Guglielmo Marconi, was given a prominent location in most Canadian homes.

For marketing purposes, this "magic box" was always disguised as a fancy piece of furniture.

In our rented apartment on the second floor at 554 DesMeurons street in St. Boniface, Manitoba, it was located in the living room.

On "coolish" (minus 40 F.) Saturday nights, our radio was tuned to the CBC.

Eagerly awaiting the following: "Hello Canada, and hockey fans in the United States and in Newfoundland."

(NB: Newfoundland was a separate Dominion within the British Empire before joining Canada in 1949...thanks to, among others, the dogged efforts of Joseph Roberts "Joey" Smallwood.)

The voice of hockey for fourty years, belonged to Foster Hewitt; Canada's premier play-by-play broadcaster.

For a few hours, his distinct voice painted word-pictures of action on the ice, igniting the imagination of young boys intently listening to the exploits of their heroes.

The "original six" comprised: Boston Bruins, Chicago Black Hawks, Detroit Red Wings, Montreal Canadians, New York Rangers and Toronto Maple Leafs.

Every kid had their favourite team and player(s).

Living in the predominantly French speaking community of St. Boniface, my team was the Montreal Canadians. My hockey hero, Maurice "the rocket" Richard.

If you lived across the Red River, in Winnipeg, (considered "enemy territory") the assumption was, your team had to be the Toronto Maple Leafs.

This created a natural rivalry, francophone vs anglophone.

Whenever we met in sports competiton, on their side of the river or ours, it was war.

The "original six" team rosters were filled with highly skilled Canadian players.

Unbeknownst to fans, team owners treated their employees as minimally paid serfs, while they raked in millions.

Any player who complained, regardless of how skilled, was blacklisted.

Player equipment/safety, in a highly dangerous game, was minimal and of no concern to the owners. The lord/masters knew there were plenty of equally skilled players eagerly waiting in the wings to replace the injured.

The owners' stranglehold was finally broken by a handful of courageous players like, Ted Lindsey, of the Detroit Red Wings and, Doug Harvey, of the Montreal Canadians who formed the NHL Players Association in 1957 after the league refused to release pension plan financial information.

Today, there are 31 teams filled with the best players from around the world, all millionaires, playing with the best safety equipment available.

Billionaire team owners trade players like chess pieces for championship advantage and profit.

Today's primary "safety concern" in sports is brain injury caused by recurring concussions which team owners and their league surrogate commissioners, have been slow to confront despite mounting player concerns. For obvious reasons...their bottom line.

Who would doubt that in Canada hockey is more popular than religion?

To mark the 101st NHL anniversary and recognize one of its contemporary icons, the following electronic letter was sent to Governor General, Julie Payette (my favourite astronaut), Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau and our local member of Parliament, Green Party leader, Elizabeth May:

"Sour Grapes?

Am I alone in wondering why the Order of Canada selection committee hasn't honoured an icon of our national game, Donald S. "Grapes" Cherry.

Over eight decades he has managed several careers: professional hockey player, car salesman, construction worker, NHL coach, television personality/star, actor, business owner; and in 2004, selected #7 on "The Greatest Canadian" CBC TV program.

Over a 38-year career on television, "Grapes" continues to generate controversy about both hockey and politics.

Less well known is his generosity; giving time and money to several charitable causes, first responders and unswerving support of Canadians in uniform.

Combining a "unique" use of English, dress style, strongly held opinions, passion for our game and chutzpah, "Grapes" has fashioned a persona like no other on television.

On Saturday night, millions of Canadians tune in to watch and listen as Ron Maclean and Don Cherry do their fan or not.

Time for the OC Committee to honour Donald S. Cherry before he leaves the stage, or, will political "sour grapes" prevail.

Signed: Ron Devion, retired, former Head of CBC Sports, Brentwood Bay, B.C."

How many readers are aware a department called "The Chancellery of Honours" exists and works for my favourite astronaut?

Within 48 hours, an email response was received (in both official languages) from 'The Chancellery'...cue the royal trumpeteers.

"Thank you for your comments recommending Donald S. "Grapes" Cherry appointment to the Order of Canada. You will be pleased to note that we have an active file on Mr. Cherry, to which your comments have been added.

The Chancellery of Honours strives to protect our sources and to avoid disappointment if a nominee is not elected. To further enhance the confidentiality of the research process, nominators and others who write to the Chancellery should not inform the nominee and other sponsors.

Your interest in the Order of Canada is most appreciated.

Yours sincerely,

Signed: Order of Canada, Office of the Secretary to the Governor General"

To keep denying a Canadian icon the Order of Canada just because of his strongly held opinions and "occasional" wanderings into politically incorrect minefields (that have offended some) is frankly "un-Canadian".

Underneath all the bluster is a kind, gentle, passionate, old soul who loves animals (think Blue), supports and promotes women's hockey, lends his considerable persona to several charitable causes, most significantly organ donation awareness, and keeps us attentive and entertained, every Saturday night, with his words and what he is wearing.

His generosity alone makes him worthy.

Besides, who's perfect...we all have our best and worst moments.

Others with "issues" far more grievous, e.g., Alan Eagleson, have received the honour.

P.S.: Please heed the royal WARNING. As the Chancellery note cautioned, do not inform the honours nominee ("Monsieur Grapes") or other sponsors who have, in the past, made a similar recommendation. The risk of a CRA full-audit of the next three income tax returns isn't worth it.

In the meantime, let's keep this "our little secret" and hope it happens before his 85th birthday, on February 5th, 2019.

From humble beginnings to the seventh greatest Canadian and still on top of his game. Impressive by any measure.

Time to right a wrong.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#165 THE ART OF THE CON (posted Sept. 13, 2018)


It always begins like this..."It's almost free"...

Keep your eyes focused on the bright shiny object...tick...tock...tick...tock...very good, relax, slowly close your eyes and sleep, the best sleep since Mike Lindell invented the 'My Pillow'. (just kidding)

On the count of three, I will snap my fingers...

"You will vote yes in a plebiscite which gives us a "blank cheque" to spend billions of your taxpayer dollars.

With your democratic pledge (your Yes vote), we will give the International Olympic Committee (IOC) an undertaking.

A guarantee, in the form of a bid and Memorandum of Understanding (MOU).

The MOU will form the basis of a guarantee that the Canadian taxpayer will underwrite two thirds of the cost plus any cost overruns, of staging "their" Games in "our" country.

Of course, this will require the IOC to favour our bid over any others.

To help us "win", there will be cash and in-kind inducements (wink-wink) distributed to "special" IOC delegates and vote "influencers". Understand, there is nothing 'untoward' about this. It's standard operating protocol for the IOC and, for obvious reasons, will be kept strictly secret and "under the radar" from the prying eyes of fake news media snoops.

Trust us, this will be a wonderful investment in the future of our country.

Trust us, this will return untold riches to future generations.

On the count of three, I will snap my fingers. You will wake up and have no recollection of these instructions."

And thus, brainwashed taxpayers are duped (again and again), aiding and abetting their compliant politicians to enable a corrupt international organization to pick their pockets.

Really, taxpayers are that gullible?

Yep. But consider what they are up against. A time tested, sophisticated con-game that has left many nations facing financial devastation after swallowing the lies.

This time it is the 2026 Winter Olympics.

The committee, "exploring" a Calgary bid (that was presented to city council) is relying on a set of assumptions that include using existing upgraded facilities, an upgraded Saddledome plus new builds in Calgary, and help for selected competitive events at venues in Edmonton, Nakiska, Canmore and Whistler B.C..

"You can put lipstick on a pig but it's still a pig"

Bid committee's, the world over, have a unconscionable habit of low-balling costs, inflating revenues, then timidly accepting the IOC's one-sided contractual arrangments that guarantee the IOC assumes zero risk.

A tactic used to lull taxpayers into believing their pig is like no other; unique, efficient, revenue neutral and more beautiful than any other painted pig.

This is where bid committee's invent their version of voodoo mirage economic models depicting fanciful costs and revenues which combined with a sophisticated propaganda campaign, will convince wide eyed politicians and skeptical taxpayers (the real suckers) to buy their pig story.

Billions of taxpayer dollars spent for a few weeks of world class competition, entertainment, parties, fun and pride...and "it's almost free" is the constant drumbeat.

The draft plan for the 2026 Calgary bid is currently estimated to cost $5.23 billion, including $610 million for security costs, in today's dollars.

Yes, boys and girls, they want us to believe they can pull off a Canadian made miracle. They want us to "trust" their bargain basement cost estimates.

Apparently a bargain when compared to everything tallied-in for the 2010 Vancouver/Whistler Winter Games, $7.7 billion, 2018 Pyeongchang, South Korea, $12.9 billion USD and the eye-popping $50+ billion USD 2014 Games in Sochi, Russia.


Governments and organizing committees are notorious for keeping final net cost to the taxpayer a state secret...for obvious reasons. Anyone who believes the "purported final numbers" have swallowed the hook, the line and the sinker.

The draft Calgary bid cost estimates, demonstrate this pig has no lipstick, no clothes, no reality.

If this bid goes forward supported by Calgary's city council and federal and provincial governments, Canadian taxpayers will have purchased the equivalent of several more pipeline companies that will never reach tide water.

If there is any common sense left, this pie-in-the-sky boondoggle will be stopped now.

If this amount of money is sloshing around (uncommitted) in government coffers, there are a hell of a lot more important priorities to spend it on. However, one only needs to check the out-of-control deficits to conclude we can't afford this extravagance.

The IOC is hardly alone in playing this con game e.g., corrupt FIFA and billionaire team owners are very adept at hoodwinking politicians into paying for their infrastructure, with taxpayer dollars.

Let those who make the millions in profit and always somehow avoid any risk, pay.

Ignore their threats to take their ball and go elsewhere. Let them.

To be subsidizing the uber-wealthy who are living so far above the average Canadian's standard of living is frankly, insane.

Worth remembering:

The only Olympic Games in modern Olympic history staged without taxpayer support; the L.A. Summer Olympic Games superbly managed by Peter Ueberroth.

Roman politicians staged elaborate games featuring competition to the death.

The motive: To keep their citizens from rioting.

Roman citizens did not understand the enormous cost of staging their games was a trade off, and there is always a trade off. Money spent on temporary distractions rather than food and other necessary amnenities is wrong.

The irony: Nothing much has changed over the centuries.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#164 CROSSING THE RUBICON IN CRAZYTOWN (posted Sept. 7, 2018)

Crossing the Rubicon river was an event in 49 B.C. that precipitated the Roman Civil War, which ultimately led to Julius Caesar becoming dictator for life and the rise of the Imperial era of Rome.

Caesar had been appointed to a governorship over a region that ranged from southern Gaul to IIIyricum, but not Italy.

As his term of governorship ended, the Roman Senate ordered Caesar to disband his army and return to Rome.

He was explicitly ordered not to bring his army across the Rubicon river, which was at that time a northern boundary of Italy.

In January 49 B.C., Caesar brought the 13th legion across the river, which the Roman government considered insurrection, treason, and a declaration of war on the Roman Senate.

Today, the phrase "crossing the Rubicon" is an idiom that means to pass a point of no return.

Why does this story resonate as eery?

As America inches ever-closer to "the point of no return", three recent events spilled into public view:

- The Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and best selling author, Bob Woodward's book "Fear - Trump in the White House" (release Sept. 11), exposing the inner workings of Trump's "well oiled machine" as a chaotic and conflicted White House mess.

- The scathing, anonymous New York Times opinion piece.

Suggesting a palace coup is afoot to "fire" the real-life unstable skipper, Captain Queeg, played by reality star Donald J. Trump (nervous, sleep deprived, a twitching tweeter finger and shouting "who stole memos from my desk? I want names!"

A valid comparison to the make believe, Captain Queeg, the unstable skipper of the U.S.S. Caine, played by movie star Humphrey Bogart (nervously clicking his ball bearings and shouting "who stole the stawberries? I want names!", in the 1954 movie 'The Caine Mutiny'.

- The rushed Senate confirmation hearing to approve Emperor Crazy Pants' pick to fill the vacant U.S. Supreme Court seat with 53-year old, Brett Kavanaugh.

The selection of Judge Kavanaugh is controversial for several reasons.

The most critical, troubling and alarming, to many, are his views on the limits of presidential power.

In past writings, he referenced the famous Nixon interviews series, conducted by British journalist, David Frost, with former President, Richard Nixon.

Frost: "Would you say that there are certain situations where the president can decide that it's in the best interests of the nation, and do something illegal?"

Nixon: "Well, when the president does it, that means it is not illegal."

Frost: "By definitions?"

Nixon: "Exactly, exactly. If the president, for example, approves something because of the national security, or in this case because of a threat to internal peace and order of significant magnitude, then the president's decision in that instance is one that enables those who carry it out, to carry it out without violating the law. Otherwise, they're in an impossible position."

Frost: "The point is - the dividing line is the president's judgment?"

Nixon: "Yes, and, so that one does not get the impression that a president can run amok in the country and get away with it, we have to have in mind that a president has to come up before the electorate. We also have to have in mind that a president has to get appropriations from the Congress. We have to have in mind, for example, that as far as CIA's covert operations are concerned, as far as FBI's covert operations are concerned, through the years, they have been disclosed on a very, very limited basis to trusted members of Congress."

What could this mean, in the opinion of Judge Kavanaugh, should he be confirmed? With Republicans in control of all branches of government, unwilling to exercise the checks on the president (their sworn duty) and should removal from office for competence or the growing number of criminal "indiscretions" reach the U.S. Supreme Court on appeal, make removal of the Emperor...unlikely?

Like Nixon, Trump believes, as president, he is sovereign, infallible, above the law and supreme.

Like Caesar, unless he is stopped by elected representatives of the people, he will "cross the Rubicon", to the delight of his mentor/controller/hero, Vlad the Invader, dictators and despots he admires and his hard-core base cheering him on at weekly rallies.

A volcanic tantrum erupted with tirades and noise, triggered by the New York Times piece causing:

1) An ever-growing parade of supplicants "not me, wasn't me, mine fuhrer".

2) Loyalist Rand Paul ranting "Don't trust any of the treacherous deep state actors, haul out the lie detectors and test them all."

3) The Sheriff of Trumpingham ordering his deputies to post the following proclamation in every town square of the Empire:

"Hear Ye, Hear Ye. Your elected Emperor and Commander-in-Chief of everything, offers a fantastic reward for anyone/someone providing names of person or persons responsible for writing the lying New York Times opinion piece.

Anyone/someone withholding knowledge of who these gutless, treasonous conspirators plotting to displace me, your greatest-ever president, will be ferreted out of your hidey-hole by my loyal secret police.

Should you choose to remain silent cowards, then along with the aformentioned scumbags you will be dragged before 'the Emperor's Court of the Manor' and forthwith convicted of treason.

Citizens of my empire, rest assured this is no idle bluff, the 'Emperor's Court of the Manor' will make the 'Inquisition' and the 'Lawless Court' (formally the King's Court of the Manor of King's Hill), resemble paragons of justice."

The world is enduring a modern version of the old Chinese curse "May we live in interesting, unpredictable, perilous times."

Consequently, our government should not be rushed into concluding a trade deal with a frightened, unhinged loose canon.

Much wiser to wait for the fall mid-term election results. In the meantime, best to stall, prevaricate and have patience.


Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory

#163 SEPTEMBER NINE (posted Sept. 3, 2018)

Like flipping a light switch - click - August slips away as we celebrate the Labour Day long weekend. Signalling a return to life's routine for the next nine months on the Gregorian calendar; named for Pope Gregory XIII, who introduced it in October 1582.

As the sun continues its journey south, the breeze off the Pacific Ocean cools the air and nights grow longer, the curtain descends on another summer.

Vacations end, Fair's close their gates, students return to school and adults resume the daily grind.

This weekend residents of Greater Victoria, in their thousands, decended on our small municiplality (Central Saanich - pop. 16,800) to attend the 150th Saanich Fair.

The annual event, the oldest continuous agricultural fair west of the Great Lakes, is hosted by the North and South Saanich Agricultural Society.

Why there has to be a North and South Society, rather than one combined agricultural society, remains a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma of quirky traditional local independence.

Grandma and Grandpa attended for the 28th time. We hobbled around the grounds to observe this year's crop of every variety of farm animal, equipment, produce, and competition on display.

As usual, the big draw for us; buy two $4 Langos, find a bench in the shade and eagerly consume the delicacy.

This is where you ask...what the hell is a Langos?

A Langos is a very popular Hungarian street food speciality. A deep fried flat bread made of dough with flour, yeast, salt and water. A big flat donut (without a hole). Once cooked, you sprinkle whatever suits your taste buds e.g., sugar, cinnamon, garlic, salt. Common nicknames, depending on the size, beaver tail and elephant ear.

As you gently sway back and forth in the hammock, enjoying the quiet solitude of the last idle afternoon, communing with nature, your mind wandering aimlessly, take time to ponder some of the really serious questions of life:

Why is the calendar filled with "special" days?

Who decides that certain days of the year will be singled out as "special"?

If you have a suggestion, is there an application form to fill out?

To whom do you send it, Hallmark cards?

Are all 365 days already taken?

If a day is selected to celebrate an international, national, provincial and municipal event on the same day, which one takes precedence?

Depending on your age, what is the most important day of the year?

There is no confusion if:

Ask a child: Christmas Day...because I get presents.

Ask a teen: My Birthday...because I get presents.

Ask an adult: Mother's Day!

As with everything there are always exceptions.

What adult would disagree with one day a year be called Mother's Day?

The person we wish to honour/remember on at least one day of the year, our Mom.

The person who fed us for nine months until she pushed us out into the world crying. Who would leave the safest place ever without crying?

The person who nurtured, cared for and loved us most, during our formative years, Mom, and in exceptional circumstances, Dad.

Ask any grandparent, "God's gift for raising children is grandchildren".

The joy of receiving unrequited love, reciprocating in kind, spoiling them rotten and when they become cranky, leave them for the parents to deal indeed a gift.

Ask any grandparent, there's nothing quite like it.

But rest assured it doesn't last...they eventually morph into know-it-all teenagers.

All of the aformentioned leads this grandparent to ask "How come there is no Grandparents Day on the Gregorian calendar?"

As Chris Matthews, host of the MSNBC TV show 'Hardball' asks his guests on every show, "Tell me something I don't know".

I just discovered, "International Grandparents Day" is celebrated; this year, on September 9th.

Who knew? Not Grandpa moi.

The history of Grandparents Day

Grandparents Day, celebrated on the first Sunday after Labour Day, was not started by Hallmark, as many believe. It was through the efforts of one very dedicated woman, Marian McQuade, that President Jimmy Carter proclaimed it a national holiday August 3, 1978.

Her idea was for the holiday to be an incentive for families to visit with elderly family members living in nursing homes. But quickly grew to encompass much more. She emphasized the wisdom, life lessons, and family history grandparents can offer their grandchildren and other family members...connecting generations.

The month of September was chosen as a symbol of the "autumn years" of life.

Thank you Marian and Jimmy.


For an entire week, 'Emperor Crazy Pants', fidgeted, fussed and fingered his tweeter pad in frustration, unable to regain control of the news cycle.

What was driving him mad; every TV network, except 'Fox Nooses', ignored whatever nonsense he tweeted out. Instead, paying homage to a real American hero, Senator John Sidney McCain III.

The Senator left instructions. Only two individuals were not permitted to attend any of the events to honour his passing; Sarah Palin and Donald Trump.

This was classic McCain, adept at payback for the moron who insulted his military service during the presidential campaign, even in death.

Tributes from family, friends, presidents, Democrats, Republicans and democratic world leaders, expressed with crystal clarity, the striking difference and dissimilarity between the two men; one a hero, the other a coward.

Ron Devion, No Guts, No Glory