Teresa, Justin, Hillary

Britain’s new Prime Minister is a self-described “bloody difficult woman” who hates small talk and isn’t afraid to take on any rival. If a man ever dared to describe himself that way, he’d be turfed out so fast it would make your head spin.
It seems that a prerequisite for any woman to be involved in politics is that they are meaner than a junk yard dog. Any of the male species hoping to make an inroad must first prove that he’s a consummate metro man or worse.

Canada’s new PM is a self described feminist. He loves gay parades, and is proud to march with them for the third time. One has to wonder why he has such a close affinity with the gays. Is he just being politically correct, or is there something he’s not telling us? Well if it’s got feathers, it quacks, and looks like a duck, it just might be a duck. Unfortunately he’s never had a real job, and it appears that he’s totally inept at managing anything bigger than a 711. There was some thought that at least he would hire smart men to make up for his lack of experience. That was an unfounded rumor that has since been proven totally untrue.

South of the border they aren’t faring so well either. What a gong show. Who’s going to win, the liar or the thief? Perhaps they need a complete house cleaning. Mr. Trump seems more than capable of shaking things up and rattling a few cages. They’ve gone so far left of center that they actually think Hilary is moderate. Obviously they didn’t learn a lessen from hiring her husband, the moral train wreck.

Heaven is Real …movie review

Some time ago I watched the movie with a room full of new believers. I don’t think anyone seriously had their faith strengthened or was any more convinced of the existence of heaven after watching it. It reminded me of an old movie where a little girl saw a vision of Mary. They called her a saint, built a shrine on the location, then immortalized her experience. How silly. Gosh, I have dreams all the time and nobody’s sainted me yet.
The main character was a hip pastor of a typical middle America church. The church board were about to fire him because he was falling apart at the seams. His four year old son had a dream about heaven that shook his shallow untested faith, and challenged his charismatic adverse theology. I don’t understand how a pastor can preach about heaven for years, then be so surprised when he finds out that it might actually be true.
I went away thinking, if heaven is real, or at least if this movie’s thin evidence of heaven’s reality were enough to convince anyone that heaven was anymore real, how then should we live? Unfortunately they came to a much more palatable conclusion that all you need is love, or love conquers all, or some other new age nonsense.
All said, if you want a sappy emotional flick where the kids are predictably all wise and the dad is a feeble dope that in the end eventually sees the light, by all means, go see the movie.

Foreign Workers and Cheap Products

Many years ago, we all but gave up on hiring anyone born in North America. There’s a sense of entitlement that runs deep in our culture. If the job doesn’t work out, there’s always another one waiting. With the downturn in the economy, rather than get more serious about their vocation, they resort to playing their lives away. With a few notable exceptions, it’s almost impossible to find a good employee locally. One fellow had the nerve to tell me “you can’t fire me. Just watch me, I said, you’re outa here!” Another guy wanted to pick a fight with me because I let him go for incompetence. I should have taken a poke at him, but he probably would have sued me.
The first foreigner I employed, was so good, my hiring policies changed forever. Our company became like the United Nations, with staff from a dozen different countries. A common thread was that they all appreciated just having a job, and really took their work seriously.
We wonder why our factories have shut down, and we’ve been inundated with foreign products. Only foreigners are willing to work. When I was in the garment industry, almost every factory worker had trouble speaking English. Now the factories have all shut down and they’ve taken the production back to their home countries. It’s not just that production is cheaper there, it’s that nobody here wants to do manual labour. So we shouldn’t complain about the inferior quality of imported products. You get what you pay for. We wanted cheaper prices so we got a cheaper product.