Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Liberal pundit sympathy


I have been losing sleep of late, like a lot of you no doubt, worrying about what Michael Moore is thinking of us now. As he waddles his ample lard-ass from one cripsy-creme to another, what is on his mind these days, now that his socialist freinds from north of the 49th have let him down so? Where can he go for solace now that Bush-of-the-north is at the helm up here?

Oh the humanity!

To make matters even worse, what will Bono think of us now? Is there no end to this woe and gloom?

And to think I thought that soldiers in the streets were going to be our biggest concerns...

skål!

9 Comments:

Blogger Debris Trail said...

I need to ask about svenska? in your url, what is svenska? Could it be as in svine or prase?

As far as Moore; I hope he's shivering in his morning lard feast. American's tend to do things in a big way... the neocon revolution there is BIG. Here in Canada we have a slower more stayed way of doing things, but in the end we get there. Harper just may be the Little Engine that could... or the Turtle that spanked the hair.

11:57 AM  
Blogger AlbertanFromBC said...

"svenska" just means swedish, in swedish. Threw that in because I have swedish ancestry. (and I couldnt think of anything else at the moment)

11:59 AM  
Blogger Debris Trail said...

Oh... svinska, in Czech, means... ummmm.... like a pig. Not quite the same: LOL :(

3:29 PM  
Blogger AlbertanFromBC said...

Well, there are times my wife calls me similar things... ;-)

7:12 AM  
Blogger DirtCrashr said...

My Mom's got all the Svenska for us, both my grandparents were full-svenska on that side - lotta Scandahoovians there. If Michael Mooron had any Svenskk in his Yuuta-hoeta-fruu, he'd walk himself out onto an ice-floe and disappear, no Valhalla for him!

10:14 AM  
Blogger AlbertanFromBC said...

My grandfather (far far) came over from Sverige in the early 1900's, and worked on the CPR for years, but I never knew him, died when my dad was a teenager. My grandmother(far mor) was full blooded native (that'll be my next blog theme) and had 17 kids and outlived 3 husbands(grandpa was #2) - tough old bird!

tack sa mycket for the comment!

12:59 PM  
Blogger DirtCrashr said...

Hey, my niece (brother's kid) used to call Dad "far far"...? A similar case with my Grandad, he arrived in Nebraska with his parents as a baby in '03. When he was 8 or 9 his dad died and took head of household over his six younger brothers and sisters. He lived to be '98 and passed away in '01 and I still miss him a lot. I inherited an old rifle that was his which I restored - he was a crack-shot hunter, my brother got his deer-rifle.
My other-side Grandpa was an Englishman who jumped-ship off a British Merchantman in Vancouver and came down to the U.S. He passed away when my dad was still a lad and I never knew him but for some pictures - he rode a motorcycle anyhow! :-)

1:33 PM  
Blogger AlbertanFromBC said...

The scandinavians have a neat way of naming granparents so you always know who they are talking about, basically it's fathers father (far far), fathers mother (far mor), mothers father (mor far) and mothers mother (mor mor). Now if they call great-grand parents with the same method that could sound a bit funny eh? At least thats how the swedes and dane's do it, if I recall the Norsk version is simply best-a-more and best-a-papa, or somethink like that, I have cousins whose dad is norwegian and thats what they called their dads parents.

Ancestry is cool, my other side grandpa was born in the states (I just found out that apparantly I can get a green card or citizenship because of this) and his uncle was the lawman that arrested Bill Miner in his last train robbery up here. My mom's mom's dad was over from GB as well but fought in WW1 for the Canadians, he was alive well into his 90's and as a kid I used to play chess with him all the time. My dads-moms-moms-dad was a "man of stature", but not a chief, in the indian tribe he belonged to, he had something like 17 wives and 42 children scattered throughout various villages on the fraser river, we found this out from archives in england when my dads family was tracing their geneology. Apparantly legend has it he was quite the hunter(among other things) and had the only bow that could kill a deer from across the fraser river.

My favorite though was my grandfathers brother (moms uncle), he was a bona-fide cowboy, lived in a cabin about 10 feet by 10 feet, no electricity or running water in it, and had at least 100 various types of rifles adorning the walls. When we'd go visit him outside of Princeton, BC he'd hand me and my cousins a .22 each and a tobacco tin full of cartridges and we were GONE for the rest of the day shooting whatever small game that moved - good times! I still have a few of his rifles, and old 303 Ross with a straight-pull bolt action, a 280 Ross, old long barrel CIL .22 and my uncle has an old Marlin long barrel 25-35 and 35 Winchester lever action.

2:30 PM  
Blogger DirtCrashr said...

Wow! Really neat stuff!! I kinda always thought the Scandinavian naming-method was in someways designed to determine or establish paternity, to the advantage of the woman class which stayed home during Viking raids - "that's John's son" etc. :-)
My Liberal socialist parents had no use for Grandfather's guns but didn't stand between them as inheritance - I did little-to-none shooting as a kid or even later, until now. Grandpa though, I was in great mental condition when he passed, I still miss him a lot, even as a 48-year old codger. He was always in my life, only not enough - and except the years we lived overseas as Missionaries...

9:32 PM  

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