Oh not not Neil!
This has been a bad week for death – starting last Friday, we had the “death” of the leader of an elite “terrorist” group in Iran – a general who may have had the edge in any Iranian leadership change.
Then we had the 63 Canadians plus others on a Ukranian plane all die in a holocaust of plane wreckage in Tehran. This crash was like all the other very unlucky and unlikely Ukraine crashes – no details, plenty of confusion, no way to know what happened.
Next we had one of the best drummers in the history of the instrument and definitely in Canada die of brain cancer – I didn’t even know he was sick! This looks a lot like Rob Ford’s instant cancer – www.livescience.com/47902-rob-… – Gord Downie’s brain cancer www.cbc.ca/news/health/gliobla…. Apparently he died January 7 – and they waited until now (late Friday afternoon 1/10) to let us all down.
Add to that a major weather storm for the weekend – pre-announced on MONDAY – and we have a MISERABLE return to work week to start the year!
I will add this post to fakeologist.com when it’s back up – it’s being moved to a new server on the same host.
Let’s hope Neil is in the DCP – and that the band gets a big sales boost. Will Rush return in 18 months with a new drummer for a reunion tour? Mrs. Fakeologist says Alex has arthritis and can’t really play – but at least he’s alive. Time will tell – even though it stands still.
The Lottery, with its weekly pay-out of enormous prizes, was the one public event to which the proles paid serious attention. It was probable that there were some millions of proles for whom the Lottery was the principal if not the only reason for remaining alive. It was their delight, their folly, their anodyne, their intellectual stimulant. Where the Lottery was concerned, even people who could barely read and write seemed capable of intricate calculations and staggering feats of memory. There was a whole tribe of men who made their living simply by selling systems, forecasts, and lucky amulets. Winston had nothing to do with the Lottery, which was managed by the Ministry of Plenty, but he was aware (indeed everyone in the party was aware) that the prizes were largely imaginary. Only small sums were actually paid out, the winners of the big prizes being nonexistent persons.
The Ford matriarch, who died this week, spilled the beans on the long term plan for her boys’ power play back in 2012.
The order of offices may be wrong, but I am sure that the mayorship and Premiership were all up for dealing between the boys and Tory.
From Maclean’s 2012
As for that political franchise, few knew that the Fords had a long-term game plan. John Tory discovered it in 2003, when he was running for mayor against David Miller. Advised that he ought to seek out the blessing of Ford’s father, who was then regarded as the reigning power broker in Etobicoke, Tory arranged a lunch date with the retired MPP. When he arrived, he found Doug Sr. waiting to size him up along with Diane and all three of their burly blond sons. After an hour of pleasant chatter, Diane Ford got to the point. She said, “Well, we think you’re a pretty good fellow and we’re going to support you for mayor,” Tory recalls. ‘You can serve for a couple of terms and then it’ll be Robbie’s turn.“