Despite being warning that this is exactly what would happen, Kathleen Wynne is shocked. Shocked I tell you that small businesses are finding ways to recoup the loss imposed on them by the Ontario Liberals minimum wage hike. So the bully Wynne is now accusing these folks of bullying. She obviously has no self-awareness and is too stupid to see her own hypocrisy here. Exactly what should be expected of a former school board trustee, who couldn’t manage a fart after a bean dinner.
Imagine this pond scum preaching about decency.
“I hope that he understands this is really not a decent thing to be doing in a place as wealthy as Ontario,” Wynne said. “I hope he recognizes that his employees need to be treated decently.”
A place as wealthy as Ontari-owe? Thanks to Wynne and her weaselly predecessor, Dalton McGuinty, Ontario now has the highest sub-sovereign debt in the entire world—twice that of California. In 15 years, the Liberals have utterly ruined Ontari-owe. What used to be the economic engine of the entire country is now a have-not province. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least, however, if the maroons in Toronto and Ottawa re-elect them.
Why the long face, Kathleen?
Employees at the Tim Hortons locations owned by the children of the co-founders of the franchise say they have reduced employee benefits and cut back paid breaks to help offset Ontario’s $2.40 jump in hourly minimum wage.
No one is going to miss the world’s biggest state sponsor of terror.
Populist-Nationalism rising in Europe.
And so when the bicentennial of 1848 comes around in three decades, it seems inevitable that today’s EU will be unrecognizable.
One of the simplest and most fundamental economic principles is that people tend to buy more when the price is lower and less when the price is higher. Yet advocates of minimum wage laws seem to think that the government can raise the price of labor without reducing the amount of labor that will be hired.
—Thomas Sowell
This is arguably dumber than the carbon tax. It’s economically unsound and environmentally damaging.
One can no longer use regular fuel in small engines at 5% ethanol. The mixture breaks down into its component parts very quickly, like Jello 1-2 sans the 3. Leave it in the sun longer enough and green stuff starts to grow. I had to rebuild my outboard motor because I used regular gas in it.
There should really be a class action suit against the government. Using above 5% will also void some automobile warranties.
Ontario has announced plans to double the required content of ethanol in our gasoline, from five per cent to 10 per cent. This regrettable decision will have harmful effects on everyone. It will worsen the mileage of gasoline, raise food and fuel costs and yield minuscule environmental gains at best.
Ratcheting up the ethanol mandate also defeats the purpose of Ontario’s new cap-and-trade system. The logic of carbon pricing through permit trading is that it leads the market to identify and implement the lowest-cost ways of reducing greenhouse gas (GHG) emissions. If ethanol blending was cost-effective then, under cap and trade, fuel producers would do it automatically. The fact that they have to be coerced means it fails a cost-benefit test, making it precisely the kind of inefficient option the trading system is supposed to guard against. Forcing firms to do it anyway means Ontario has jettisoned any pretense of economic logic in its climate policy mix.
Ho! Ho! Ho! It’s the Christmas Season and there’s still no sign of snow here in Naples, Florida, folks. So, there’s no real snowmen yet and I’m not holding my breath. Those LARGE, plastic inflatable snowmen are all over though. Some of them are TEN FEET high.
If these LARGE, plastic inflatable snowmen were filled with helium they’d make great radio controlled, camera equipped Christmas toy dirigibles. Imagine one flying down the street at dusk above your head filming you for some neighbour’s coarse pleasure as you sing “Deck my balls with boughs of folly” and you deftly pick up a steaming, rather wet turd with a poop bag. “Good boy, Otto!” you exclaim to your miniature Schnauzer, garbed in festive green and red Santa elf garb. The LARGE, plastic inflatable snowman is singing “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” in a quantized, digital vocoder voice. And you’re hungover from too much egg nog at the company Christmas party….
Frosties. Complete with black plastic top hats, red scarves, black button facial features and brown stick arms. I see them sagging, bending out of breath like they were laughing at their own bad jokes or completely deflated and supine like holiday drunks on the neighbourhood lawns. Along with a plethora of plastic inflatable Santas, reindeer, penguins and candy canes. All of them losing their Christmas Spirit through entropic heat exchange.
The plastic Christmas inflatables are made by the ACME Secret Lover Plastic Inflatable Doll Company in Upper Jawbone, North Dakota. As the nudge and wink company name indiscreetly says, ACME Secret Lover manufactures high end plastic inflatable dolls: the company retools for the Christmas sales period which begins right after Black Friday. Although workers take a perverse pride in the faux Made in America tattoo stamped on the right buttock of each Secret Lover doll, they also find some kind of secret relief in the production shift. It’s the only company in America that still produces plastic inflatable Christmas figures. All the rest come from China. I don’t know if plastic inflatable dolls for personal use are made in China yet. Cripes, maybe there’s a multi millionaire in Shanghai with a whole collection of plastic inflatable concubines dressed and undressed in Tang Dynasty period costumes.
The workers receive Christmas bonuses because the profit from the Christmas sales outweighs the plastic inflatable doll sales. It’s a kind of Christmas spirit.
“Frosty the snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said, “Let’s run
And we’ll have some fun
Now before I melt away.”
These deflatables lie around on lawns like forlorn and discarded laundry. It’s like they are kind of tired or partied out. Maybe they will get a second wind before New Years. It’s after Christmas now and still there is no sign of Plastic inflatable Baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph or the Three Wisemen. My Chocolate Jesus melted this afternoon: I carelessly left Him on the windowsill. And it’s only Christmas, not Easter!
I did see Midget Elvis today though, on Nighthawk Drive. He was costumed in a too tight white, sequinned jumpsuit and screaming at his full sized agent on his cellphone. “Happy New Year, Midget Elvis!“ i waved. He just cocked an eyebrow at me from beneath his pomaded pompadour and scowled.
Here’s wishing you and yours and happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year.
Germany’s slippery slope to female segregation. What’s next? Not be allowed in public sans a male relative escort? Burkas?
Madness. There is only one cause of this, which is staring Germans in the face. Will they figure it out before it’s too late? The Visegrád Group certainly has.
Once again, sock boy will embarrass Canada on the world stage. He might even break down and cry, but the grown-ups have already moved on.
Gender equality, climate change and economic growth “that works for everyone” are among Ottawa’s top priorities for the meeting of the world’s largest advanced economies — Britain, Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Japan and the United States.
The US reaction is a little different than it was under Obummer:
US President Donald Trump tweeted later that Iran’s people wanted change and “oppressive regimes cannot endure forever”.
Rex:
And so Mr. Trudeau leaves this year with a bundle of negotiations unsettled, wounded ministers, pledges undelivered, in violation of the law governing conflict of interest, at odds with the UN economy, and no single major policy achievement. He caps that with that parting press conference horror, signalling a prime minister struggling, anxious and incoherent — an image which, if it takes, will be fatal for an administration that has made the prime minister’s image its only ace. Much like the Goulds, only in reverse.
Remembering Mary Tyler Moore, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lewis, David Rockefeller, Trisha Brown, Glen Campbell, Dick Gregory, Edith Windsor, Sam Shepard, Tom Petty and many others who died this year.
Daniel Pipes on modern arf in Venice:
I felt tempted to shout out to the horde of art-worshipers, “The emperor has no clothes. This is a fraud. Leave this bleak place, and instead visit Venice’s exquisite streets, waterways, churches, and palaces.” But exhibit-goers had each paid an entrance fee of €25 (US$30), and, judging by the many photographs being snapped and the learned discussions underway, the biennale cheerfully satisfied their artistic tastes. So I stayed mum.