I rolled my 12 mpg gas guzzling 4-wheel drive SUV across all three spaces and dusted off my NRA sticker case some eco-fag-cop was to wander by with their little pen to make me an issue. I have me a little mean-streak problem today...

Figure I'll be in the news at some point come morning.

A cousin and I were first on the scene at a horrific farm accident near Sundre, Alberta. We were driving by and took note of a tractor going by itself in circles out in a field. We scooted back and seen a man down on the grass and booted her in as the tractor circled around pulling it's bailer. At around 70 feet away from the man we both jumped out of the vehicle and my cousin tried to jump up on the tractor to stop it but it was going too fast and it rolled right over the already limp body of the farmer. It was horrible.

No cell service of course so my cousin blasted off to get help from one of the nearby farmyards.

I had a little first aid kit I keep in my glove box but it was pretty much useless. From the sights of things the poor guy had already went through the bailer and then the run over was the coup de gras. Surprisingly he was still alive despite the twisted mess.

As I was checking him over the tractor was still running in a circle and I was just getting worried about it again when it lodged itself on a bail.

The guy's pulse is weak but it is there and he is gasping for breath. His limbs are spread out at all these crazy angles but I pick up his hand in mine and hold it and beg him and I can feel some slight twinges in his fingers as I talk to him.

Help is coming.

As I hold his hand and talk to him I'm keeping an eye on his vitals and he is fading fast.

A couple of last breathes through mashed up ribs and the pulse fades in his wrists. I slip my hand around his bloody neck to feel his cartoroid and I feel it dwindle down and stop and there is nothing I can do. I'm now alone in a field.

His name was Fred. He was in his late sixties and had a birthday coming up next week. He had complained to a neighbour last night that his bailer wasn't cutting twine on one side. He couldn't afford the repair so he was crawling underneath the running bailer at each discharge and cutting it himself.

I snapped this pic as I was leaving.

Sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes it gets you.

I've opined before that one of the biggest problems with Canada is that it doesn't matter who you vote for as those bastards will do whatever they want once they get in power. Like you don't vote for the prime minister or the leader of a political party you vote for the local guy who is going to do the best job for you and your community. It is a piss-off no matter which way you look at it and us ordinary Canadians no it is wrong. The bastards carry on anyways:

Some MPs who once supported scrapping the long-gun registry are now caught between their party whips and their voters' lashes.

Eight Liberals and 12 NDP MPs — almost exclusively from rural Canada — sided with the Conservatives and voted to scrap the registry last fall.

But Liberal leader Michael Ignatieff has vowed to whip the third and final vote on the registry's fate next month, meaning some of his MPs could face defeat next election. CNEWS

Michael Ignatieff is an illiberal bastard. Illiberal because he betrays the meaning behind his party's core belief or at least what used to be their core belief - freedom. They also once believed that government should stay out of the lives of individuals and also believed in natural rights. Don't see much of that going on here do you? That's because they ain't liberal anymore. Candy-assed fascists and neo-commies is more like it.

It is our natural right to hunt and kill and bear firearms and when that time came when we accepted the Canadian government as our over-bearers it became our natural right to vote for what we wanted to support our best interests.

I could never understand Metis leaders like Manitoba's David Chartrand or the Metis National Council's Clem Chartier who in the past have crawled in bed with any available Liberal as it only ever results in a one night stand. They believe that they might get a little extra if they fellate a little harder and give away pretty jackets but the end result is just another promise that never comes to fruition. The term whores comes to mind but I'll give em this though, they have cut out the bending over during the last few elections, at least in public anyways...

So the illiberals want to continue on with their tradition of pushing government into our lives and criminalizing our natural behaviours. Wasn't it that bastard Trudeau that said the government has no business in the bedrooms of the nation?

I think it is the same to say that the government has no business in knowing what I got under my pillow.

Stoic and strong she has stood solidly against the harsh elements for decades. Wind blown and snow weighted she once proudly resisted but like all living things, the story must come to an end. Woe the decay feathering the skin leading to small open wounds in the shell. The rain wanders in helping to oxidize the lignin and breaking up the cellulose. Weakening and cancerous it spreads along the easiest routes to the heart itself, and she begins to bend.

Spores blow in through the open wounds where they land to eat and soften the bones and the infection spreads. Hope is lost as rot bites away at her insides. Insects burrow deep and thorough hastening the inevitable fall to brown crumbly remains.

And then one day when she has nothing left to stand on she sinks flattened to the ground and life begins again.