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Beware the dog that does not bark.
I took one wrong turn on my way so called him up. “Yeah, it’s Jack. The gps took me down the wrong road.”
“You went too far. Go back to the main road and turn right. Go about a mile and a half. It’ll be another right turn right after the little bridge.”
I came back to the huge construction site I had passed that I knew was the infamous RCMP expansion. I had heard about this place in the news. The government was trying to buy up as much land in the area as it could. I think I had heard it had even confiscated some private land to build this complex, the purpose of which has not been fully explained. I turned right.
The mushy laneway went a thousand feet down the side of a snow-covered farm field. I put my truck into four-wheel drive. As I approached the cluster of tall cedar trees at the back of the field I saw him standing and waiting. It was a nice holiday Monday so I had decided to take the forty-five minute drive to look at a truck. I’m looking for an analog outfit—something made in the ‘90s or earlier. Something with no computer, maybe not even a body-control module. The one I have now asks every third day if it can upgrade the software remotely. I refuse every time, but it’s tracking, or at least trying to.
His name was Hank. “Boy, you sure are well hidden back here,” I said as I got out and walked towards him.
“That’s the idea,” he replied. We removed our gloves and shook hands. If I’m six-two he was six-four. I remembered to give a firm grip. His hand was bigger than mine, but his shake said he had nothing to prove. He wore a hoody under a jacket. He had a greying beard.
“So that’s your beast.”
“That’s it.”
It was an 80’s model Chev. I set to checking it out. “So what’s the story here?”
“I bought it in Quebec about five years ago. The guys who had it had it sitting for a few years. I got it and spent about three years fixing it up.”
“She’s a good-looking truck.” I got down and crawled underneath. It had a four-inch lift. Judging these old ones has to begin underneath. You really only know the effort behind the restoration by how hard they went at getting rid of the rust on the frame, the crossmembers, and the bed. I moved to the front to check where the steering box attached to the frame. “Sometimes the frame cracks here from years of stress.” Despite its age I thought this truck could out pull any new one.
“New steering box.”
I stood up and looked into the engine bay. Hank got into the truck to start it. It cranked but wouldn’t start. “I just had it running.”
“I see smoke coming from the negative terminal on the battery. Bad connection.”
“Like I say I had it running just before you got here. I should’ve left it running. Why doesn’t it start?”
“Because I’m here.”
“I’ll get the booster.” He walked back to his porch which was only a few steps away. He still moved okay for an older guy. The homestead was surrounded by a canopy of cedar and ash trees. He began unwinding a long extension cord.
“Nice place you’ve got here.” There was an old dump truck parked off to the side and an excavator. “Is your house original?” It was a log house. I noted the tightness of the joints between the squared logs and the clean chinking between them.
“The logs are a hundred-fifty years old but this place was built in the ‘70’s out of the place that was here before.” Hank brought the extension cord and his booster pack to the truck. He connected the leads to the battery and placed the pack on top of the radiator. “Don’t let it fall into the engine,” he said as he climbed back into the truck. I put a hand on the booster in case the cranking shook it. The motor still wouldn’t start.
“More smoke coming from the battery,” I said. “I think she’s turning too slow to catch.”
Hank got out and went back towards the house. “It’s too high to reach inside. I need my chair.” He came back and began removing the air filter to get at the carburetor. Then he took his vice grips and clamped into the throttle body to hold open the choke flap. “Choke is stuck. That’s why it won’t start.” He went back and cranked again. The truck fired up.
We stood listening to the motor.
“Runs good,” I said.
“I rebuilt the motor. You still working?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I’m still at it.
“I did home renos and all that stuff. Concrete foundations—everything. I decided I’d had enough when Covid hit.” He had recited his career without an ounce of pride, as if it was just another chapter passed in his book. He looked to be about sixty-five.
“Yeah. That changed a lot.”
“You do investing?”
“Only precious metals.”
His eyes widened slightly. “You know the system is gonna crash, right?”
“I know.”
“I do silver. Silver is gonna crash this week.”
“Probably. The Chinese market is closed for their New Years. Western futures will have their way.”
“I ain’t gonna sell. They’re trying to shake out as much physical as they can.”
“I know. I wasn’t fooled by those injections and I’m not fooled now.”
“I was fooled,” Hank said, lowering his eyes to the ground. “After my fourth shot I told my doctor no more. She said ‘Hank, you still have one more to do.’ I told her make a note: ‘No more Hank injections!”
I was going to ask if he was hurt by them, but let it pass. “Like I say your truck runs nice. My first choice is a late 80’s or early 90’s Ford with the straight six.”
“The three-hundred. Good motor.”
“What are they building out there?” I said pointing back to the big construction site I had passed.
“Don’t know. Maybe a data center.”
“I think it’s military. I don’t trust Carney.”
“He’s a pedophile. You know that, right?” I said nothing because I do not know if this is true. I had met many people during the trucker convoy days. You heard a lot back then.
“All I know is I don’t trust this government.” I said.
“Why do they want our guns?” he asked straightening his back, standing up straighter. “So we can’t defend ourselves? Fuck that.” I looked back at Hank’s house. Those logs were thick and solid. A bullet would not pass through them. He went on to say he had been married twice and only cared about his children, now.
“I made tea from those long needles,” he said looking over to a pine tree nearby. “Clusters of five with the long needles. –Clears out the spike proteins. And dandelions. You can eat the whole plant root and all.”
“I’ll be waiting till spring before I buy anything,” I said as I motioned to his truck. “Too cold still to play outside with cars. I’ve got your number.”
“If I’m still here.”
“Where to go? But why invest any more in a communist country?”
“That’s pretty much right,” he said. “Like I say at this point I don’t give a shit. I don’t have much to lose.”
We shook hands again and I went to get back into my truck. We are on the other side of winter now but somehow the cold was right into me. I wanted to get back into the cab and crank the heat. I wondered if he had any cameras or alarms along that long driveway to tell him if someone was coming. Especially at night. Then I thought about my own place up north which was far more isolated.
“People say I’m crazy!” he shouted to me as I prepared to leave.
“Not me,” I called back.
When I got back home I went to the bathroom. Washing my hands I saw the mirror needed cleaning. I went to the kitchen.
“How was the truck?” asked my son as he entered the room.
“It was ok. I think the lift is too high. Not practical for our purposes. Too hard to load and unload.”
“I see.” said my son.
“Clean the mirror in the bathroom when you get a chance, will ya? I can barely see myself.”
Trading freedom for convenience one dollar at a time:
https://www.zerohedge.com/personal-finance/when-cash-disappears-so-does-something-else
Jewish community outraged after Israel effigy ‘executed’ at Andorra carnival
At Andorra’s annual Carnestoltes carnival, an effigy in Israel’s colors with a Star of David was put on mock trial, hanged, shot and burned – the first time Jewish symbols were used in the tradition
https://www.ynetnews.com/jewish-world/article/ryv5knxu11l
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Yeah, well-
I visited the family of a friend in Valencia during Easter Week a long time ago.
The parades had grotesque caricatures of “moros” – think “Matamoros” – AND “judios” – think “Matajudios”. Special dishes named after private parts of these Demons cast out or murdered centuries before.
This “outraged” community of 160 joooz in Andorra can gf-. Ditto for the haredim in Belgium. They CHOSE to resettle in that cursed country after the holocaust.
Then again, survivors from elsewhere told me they tried going back to their former stomping grounds but were chased away. So who am I to judge?
Shame on me for considering Spanish citizenship.
I’ll be grateful forever to individuals. Spanish priests helped my relatives in Italy prove their identity. They provided the documentation going back centuries that saved them.
But tardish migration doesn’t explain 100% the jooo-hate that’s so florid in today’s Europe. It’s bone deep, DNA deep. That’s why they fell for dialectical con games hook, line, and sinker.
Saul Sadka @Saul_Sadka
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition in 2026, but watch Spain’s shame, as three elderly tourists, including a Holocaust survivor, are harassed & kicked out of Madrid’s state run Reina Sofia museum over Jewish symbols. Staff said visitors were ‘disturbed’ by their presence and called them ‘child killers’.
https://x.com/Saul_Sadka/status/2023376942272032847
France’s Young Guard, aka La Jeune Garde, aka a branch of Fascist Antifa, that was dissolved but remains active.
Ever notice how they denounce Islamophobia, racism… but their club members are all White?
https://t.co/8eV32VkGuu
Nine arrested in France over death of far-right student
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cvgj1qrqd47o
Nine people have been arrested in France following an investigation into the murder of a far-right nationalist student by suspected militants from the far-left.
Those detained include a parliamentary assistant for a deputy from the radical left France Unbowed (LFI) party.
Quentin Deranque, a 23-year-old maths student, died in hospital on Saturday – two days after being beaten and kicked about the head by a gang of masked young men in Lyon.
It happened after a small demonstration by far-right feminists – who Deranque was supposed to be helping protect – at the city’s Institute of Political Studies (IEP), commonly known as Sciences-Po.
The arrests confirm what has widely been reported: that those suspected of the murder are far-left militants linked to a banned group called La Jeune Garde (Young Guard).
The most striking news is that among the nine in custody is Jacques-Elie Favrot, a young man who until now has been employed as parliamentary assistant at the National Assembly in Paris for a deputy from LFI.
The murder is putting huge pressure on LFI, on its 70 MPs, and on its veteran leader Jean-Luc Mélenchon, who is a likely contender in next year’s presidential election.
On Sunday, Mélenchon said his party had “nothing to do with this story. Those who accuse us are committing a libel.
“We express our consternation, but also our empathy and compassion for [Deranque’s] family and friends. We have said dozens of times that we oppose all forms of violence,” he said.
On Monday, state prosecutor Thierry Dran told a news conference that Deranque was kicked and punched by “at least six” individuals, and that the post-mortem examination showed fatal damage to his skull and brain.
Melanie Phillips: The Unholy Alliance – Why the Left Loves Jihad
The West is not just under attack; it is actively aiding its own executioners.
Melanie Phillips delivers a searing indictment of a civilisational “death wish” that treats Israel as the problem and the enemies of the West as the victims.
^^ FORGET it ^^
Nothing we haven’t heard over-&-over……
blah, woof, yip-yap
A gruesome crime. (Viewer warning to those who believe the polite Canadian still exists.):
https://youtube.com/shorts/eUxPfDGZHio?si=mUAVQfmwySEz2ods
“The President of the UAE, Mohammed bin Zayed, has not and will not recover from the stroke that struck him, and he is now struggling with the last throes of death and is hooked up to machines.”
[The UAE is following its Emirati modus operandi of keeping the ruler “alive” till they sort out the succession.]
Too plausible to be dismissed