So long, farewell Auf Wiedersehen to you…

Ever hear of Fifa? It stands for The Fédération Internationale de Football Association. It’s the organization that decides where the soccer world cup will be held every four years. Guess where the 2022 games are being held? Qatar.

Do you know how hot it is in the summer in Qatar? No Blanche, how hot is it? About 50 Celsius. To those of us who speak English that’s 122 Fahrenheit. At those temperatures, it’s too hot to stand under a tree, never mind run around a soccer field in the sun.

Qatar has no soccer fields, no one really plays soccer there and the heat would make it impossible to play. So who chose Qatar?  Let’s guess the people who got little envelopes.

Ah, but the chickens are coming home to roost as the world woke up and realized that something wasn’t kosher in Qatar – pardon the pun. (As if anything is kosher in Qatar.) Watch this story. It’s going to get very interesting as you’ll find out many of those middle-aged fifa employees aka ‘entitled men’  had gzillions of dollars placed into their bank accounts by sheiks and other wildly wealthy arabs to secure Qatar as a venue.

Heeeeeeeeee’s back. Rob Ford will be ‘out of rehab’ on July 1. Can we talk? Really, does anyone think he was in rehab? How about he was in a fat farm losing weight so people will think he cleaned himself up? He was recently seen celebrating his birthday with a family dinner at a local bar (we rest our case) and doing mundane tasks around town like picking up dry cleaning. Rehab? Give us a break.

In case you didn’t hear, there was a prisoner swap over the weekend. Obama was beaming. An American by the name of Bowe Bergdahl was traded for five rather nasty terrorists being held in Guantanamo Bay. He had been held somewhere in Afghanistan for five years. So what’s the problem? Seems before getting caught, Bowe was busy. According to one source, “There’s a lot of reporting that he wasn’t taken in battle, he seems to have deserted or at least gone AWOL, he may have cooperated with the enemy after they captured him, soldiers died trying to find him.”

Stay tuned for yet another battlefront Obama will be covering.

This could be the mother-of-all make-work projects in la Belle Province. Painting lines for crosswalks, bikes and car lanes. Here’s how it works: First it snows all winter. Then the snow melts. So far so good. Here’s where it starts costing you money for ‘unionized workers’.

After the snow melts and before they paint the lines, they have to clean the streets. Once they clean the streets they can start painting. Now guess how long it takes to paint? Correct! Six months. And then it snows again, the lines get covered up and they start this exercise all over again next year. Your tax dollars at work.

Yet another nasty poll for the Parti Quebecois.  Supporting them automatically includes the dream of having their own personal little fiefdom and is coming from those close to entering a seniors home. The youth of this province, who used to be their staunchest supporters, could care less about their own country.

The youth of today are people of the world and a lot smarter than their predecessors mainly due to the fact that they have access to much more information, most of which is in English – perish the thought. So when Peladeau got up and bleated that he wants his children to have their own country, he was obviously talking to a brick wall or those in the ‘home’.

We have not heard nor seen Drainville, Lisee and of course princess pauline in a long while and with the help of the youth of Quebec, we won’t ever have to see – or listen to them again.So long, farewell, auf weidersehen to you:) Those riding bikes all over the city while sneering at those in their cars are not as lily white as they appear to be. It seems that many of them are texting and riding at the same time, of course without helmets. They obviously don’t think they are going to live a long and productive life if they ride with one hand, look down at their phones and weave in and out of traffic. If you still drive a car, beware. They are certainly not paying attention to you.

We’ll talk…on Thursday night very late.

Happy Shavuot

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