I FOUND MY BLINDSPOT: IT’S EVERYWHERE

DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTION shouts the sign as you approach the intersection of Plaunt Street and Monroe Avenue in Renfrew.  It makes you ask yourself “Now why in the hell would I want to do that?”

It’s the other sign, the one above that one that I really comply with. The stop sign that governs traffic travelling along Plaunt trumps all else. And I, historically a conscientious motorist, perform a complete stop, every time.

You’d be crazy not to.

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BETTY WHITEOUT GETS THE FINGER

Honestly, what says Canada better than a snowplow filling in the end of your driveway moments after you’ve finished clearing it of the latest 25 cm dump?

I can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to be a municipal or township snowplow driver.  As an occupation, is there any accumulated burnout that comes from years of being loathed by driveway owners?  They say that being a dentist is rough because, well, who honestly likes going to the dentist?  It’s like that for the snowplow people, I’m sure.

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FEELING BAD FOR SAAB

I feel bad for Saab.  I really do.

The Swedish company just happens to make one of the best fighter aircraft in the world.  But try as they might, and they do try mightily, they can’t seem to get anyone to buy their planes.

Their planes are awesome.  Totally interoperable with NATO and compliant with NATO ammunition standards.  Same high battlefield networking standards.  A very complete multi-role fighter.

Some countries have bought a few Gripen NG, and a few others have reached licensing agreements to build the planes domestically.  But the big buys have all gone to the F-35, which can now out-compete its rivals just by the sheer economy of scale of its production.

Had Canada picked the Gripen, I’d have not cried.  I might have shaken my head, but I could live with it.

They once made some really cool cars too, but you don’t see them around much anymore.

LINING UP FOR PUTIN

A worker standing in a Moscow liquor line says: “I’ve had enough, save my place, I’m going to shoot Putin.”

Two hours later he returns to claim his place in line. His friends ask, “Did you get him?”

“No, the line there was even longer than this one.”

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