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Another reason i have to be Proud :).

Here in the gulag archipelago of shit hole canada a simple breakfast of 2 eggs, 3 strips of bacon, 2 slices of toast, half a diced potato, I cup of coffee and a regular glass of orange juice... $22.00 including the tip. This same breakfast at one time 15 years ago was $5.99...before the covid hoax 2.5 years ago, $11.00.
Butter is today $8.00 per lb., last year it was less than $3.00., grapefruit once .99 each is now $5.00 ea. and so on and so on....gasoline is $7.50 per gal and diesel is $9.00.

And blah blah blah, everything to sustain the standard of living that average canadians need and have been accustomed to is 800% inflated, not to mention the obscene increase in electricity, natural gas and propane.

It amazes me how so much suffering goes unnoticed, especially by those who are suffering most. Even with the "boot on their throats" it's just another day and things are a lot worse in "less fortunate" countries...if stupidity had monetary value we'd be the wealthiest country on earth.

THIS SHIP IS SINKING FAST...canada is done.

Even harder is dealing with a grief stricken daughter whom you've watched grow over the course of time....I said to her as I hugged her..."your father loved his daughter to no end".

My neighbor, buddy and grade school friend dropped dead while fishing yesterday and I just found out. Death is so common, it's expected, eventually, but you're never ever prepared for it.

People are dropping all around me and I know that it's the vax...I know that they were lethally duped, but I didn't want to see them die.

I love my solitude but I don't want to be alone in this world, comfort comes from knowing that the few people of importance in your life are always there, not physically but in thought...until one day they're gone and that's when loniness sets in.

I've got a void in my life right now that is making nauseous. My neighbor, buddy and life long friend was the only person outside of my wife and I that my bears were comfortable with, I had a chair for him in the bear area where we would sit at peace in the company of bears...I couldn't stop staring at that empty chair so I pulled myself together and wrote this up while sitting in that empty chair that my buddy will no longer occupy while....

IN THE COMPANY OF BEARS...SO LONG MY FRIEND...REST EASY

I'm in the process of wrapping up a reno job on a house I purchased a month ago, it just so happens that this once respectable neighborhood is now right in the middle of 2 worlds, so to speak.

The worlds on the outside are plagued with morally decrepit human debris, totally useless and drugged into a pernicious, irreversible, necrotizing stupor. 3 generations of worthless waste with no purpose, no concept of reality and oblivious to their terminal plight. Human sludge on parallel with street shitters cross from their ghetto through the respectable neighborhood and hobble on through to the abject world of misery that is separated from the ghetto by the dwindling enclave of what remains of the last, civilized responsible members of this community who have a century long history here in the country.

I told my cop buddies, I told 3 mayors in the last 20 years, I told MPs, MPPs, local councilors and numerous counterparts in the business world that wherever you have niggers you have heroine, gun crime and aggressive thievery.
I scorned local, provincial and federal politicians that "the day will come when you will wish for the old days of marijuana and (to a lesser extent) cocaine, Blacks bring heroine, Punjabis and Arab muzzies bring fentanyl and behind them are the Vietnamese, Chinese, Indonesian Triads" who are flooding in fentanyl and meth. This town is rated as one of the top 5 towns in the country saturated and overrun with fentanyl meth and heroine and it began 15 years ago when the niggers and shitskins began seeping in, after the FILTHY SODOMITE trudeau got elected in 2015 the gates were opened and 3 million good for nothing migrant scabs flooded in under the slogan "DIVERSITY IS OUR STRENGTH "

Just a point of interest...a life long brother of mine associated with a high profile MC club (not Hells Angels or Outlaws but highly respected by those clubs) was doing 7 years in Kingston maximum security and the Vietnamese gang in the prison respected him so much that upon his parole release 4.5 years later they gave him contacts to their members in Toronto and Vancouver that should he or fraternal associates of ours have any problems with anyone they would kill them and eat them...and they're serious, that's how they play the game, very few people know what goes on in the real world.

Today there's no honor, anything and everything goes, lies upon compounded lies and hollow commitment to comradery leaves one to shun the effort of making new friends. The words "TRUST ME" now generate DISTRUST, and "I'M SORRY" is a worthless phrase, it means nothing. Forgiveness is viewed as gullibility and kindness is weakness.

The drugged out derelicts will steal anything anytime. Stoned on methamphetamine these low life worms, who haven't slept for 3 days, slither through the back alleys and rear enter homes and yards to steal whatever they can sell on the street, the bonus is a wallet, purse, jewelry or firearms...these bastards walk right into the house and rob the place right in front of the kids while the mother is doing laundry and the father is in the garage. One guy tried to help a friend's daughter by putting her up in one of his vacant homes to get her off the street while she was in rehab, within a day she had a dozen of her lowlife accomplices tramping into the house under the impression that she had purchased the house. None of the stupid shitheads had the sense to ponder the fact that she was a lying junkie thief like just they were, they just believed her and now it's party time and thievery. She got ejected last week, back out onto the street where she belongs with no hope for a functional life.
This same slutty skank went into my truck while parked in buddy's driveway at 11.00 in the morning after a 3day meth binge and stole a 9million volt tazar (Barbarian brand), the reason I knew it was her was because she was downtown at the St. Vincent Charity House threatening volunteer workers, and word travels fast.

In closing I saw her yesterday wacked right out sitting on a sidewalk near a gas bar and I told her to commit suicide, I was dead serious. When she looked at me with her stoned cold eyes I knew that my words resonated with her, after two or three seconds of dumbness she tried mumbling something and before she could compose a 3 word response I told her again to commit suicide because she was good for nothing.

And this is what I've become. My reno project has been hit 3 times in 2 days and I finally caught the punk, one of my helpers hurt him good and he's never been back. This street filth will steal drywall compound if left outside but not the entire box because of the weight but they'll fill baggies with the powder and steal a little bit at a time. They steal tools in broad daylight when the crew is in another part of the house, they steal cans of paint and brushes...give the bastards 15 minutes and they'll cut the copper plumbing out of the basement.

I WISH DEATH UPON THEM ALL, THERE'S NO SAVING THEM, WHEN THEY'VE STOLEN ENOUGH AND THEY'VE GOT A HUNDRED BUCKS THEY GO TO THE HEROINE WHICH IS MOSTLY CUT WITH FENTANYL.
I'VE NO MORE HEART

From a polish comedy/gangster movie "Boys don't cry" from 2000.
Context for the scene is that this one guy is a pretend tough gangster and was praising niggers from american gangste-nigger movies and how cool they are.