We need Thug-Control - Not Gun Control.

We, Asian-Canadians, need to be able to carry for our own protection and I'm not saying that its just Asians who should be able to, but anyone who is legally able to after having gone through background checks. I've got no problem with sticking up verbally and physically against some stupid dumbfuck who says "I'm gonna fucking knock you out." I'd hope he was capable enough of trying to knock me out in a fair one on one fight. But when that individual is with 3 or 4 of his burly white or black thug type friends, we Asians are at a bit of a disadvantage. I stand about 5'7" - 195 pounds soaking wet - in the USA, I'd probably be a card-carrying NRA, conservative. I would protect my family with my life and that's the only reason why I would carry.

You try to steal my rightful possessions or try to harm any member of my family, I should be able to put three shots center-mass in you whatever calibre in legal self-defense at the time that the illegal assault is occuring. As I like to say, there's a solution for delinquency - "it's a double-tap to the head".

People complain about criminals and advocate for gun laws. The problem with that picture is that the criminals don't use stores to get guns, they obtain them through the "black market" or by breaking into homes where a firearm is unsecured. You won't find a gangbanger going into a gunshop and buying a gun. He knows where he can get one for free.

We've seen the legal system in Canada swinging all the way to perp-coddling with 10 years sentences for murders. That is why the gun-owning populace is getting concerned with how our safety is thought of by the police and by the government.

Are we expendable targets for gangs and two-bit thugs? If someone tries to jack my car, I would (with legal carry permit), draw my then-legal sidearm and put two rounds in him, because given a 'him or me' situation, I'm going home to my wife and family and there is no negotiation on that point. I was the same way in security. I carried around a 4D Maglite regardless of the fact that the supervisors wanted me to only carry 3 - and I said and I quote. "If some jack punk decides he's going to take a swing at me in the parkade and he's got 4 or 5 of his drunk ass buddies with him, I'm going to lay his ass out, then I'm going to ask them "Who's next? I'm going home to my family at the end of my shift whether you like it or not." (now this was in the good ol' or bad ol' days before they allowed SOs to carry pepper-spray and handcuffs)

So...what's it going to be, Canada, are you going to allow the criminals to run amok in the streets. You're doing it already with the gangbangers who are allowed to run around capping each other not caring which innocent civilians get shot. And citizens who abide by the laws are living in fear. There's a simple solution. More of us need to be able to arm ourselves. If the police aren't going to protect us, we should be able to protect ourselves, and the lives of our loved ones. And if it takes double-tapping a wannabe gangbanger in the head who decides to break down the door because he wants to get initiated. So be it. Make the gangbangers afraid of who the hell they target, because that target could be armed and willing to respond. You fucking want to roll-over my family and take my legally obtained possessions because you want street cred, you'd better hope to hell you are willing to risk your life for it, because I'll put two man-stopper frangibles through your thug-life gangster ass between your 3rd and 6th ribs, center mass through the heart - full-stop.

CANADA had the first Thanksgiving ever... SUCK IT...USA!

The history of Thanksgiving in Canada can be traced back to the 1578 voyage of Martin Frobisher from England in search of the Northwest Passage. His third voyage, to the Frobisher Bay area of Baffin Island in the present Canadian Territory of Nunavut, set out with the intention of starting a small settlement. His fleet of 15 ships was outfitted with men, materials, and provisions. However, the loss of one of his ships through contact with ice along with much of the building material was to prevent him from doing so. The expedition was plagued by ice and freak storms which at times had scattered the fleet and on meeting together again at their anchorage in Frobisher Bay, "... Mayster Wolfall, [ Robert Wolfall ] a learned man, appointed by her Majesties Councell to be their minister and preacher, made unto them a godly sermon, exhorting them especially to be thankefull to God for their strange and miraculous deliverance in those so dangerous places ...". They celebrated Communion and "The celebration of divine mystery was the first sign, scale, and confirmation of Christ's name, death and passion ever known in all these quarters." ~ "The Three Voyages of Martin Frobisher: in search of a passage to Cathai and India by the northwest AD 1576-1578", Cambridge University Press

So this was 1578...a full 43 years before the Septic Yanks celebrated their first Thanksgiving. Even better, the Canadians celebrated their Thanksgiving without taking from the Indians - they provided their own food, rather than eating what the Indians brought to the table. This act by the Pilgrims in America cements Americans as moochers throughout history.

Now, in place of thanksgiving for relief from potential disaster like Martin Frobisher - we celebrate like the Americans: Turkey, stuffing and fill your gut up until you practically are comatose from over-eating then watch a game on TV. How far we've fallen to the reprobates south of the border.

Anyhow, my wife now celebrates the Canadian Thanksgiving as opposed to the feast of excess and buffoonery down south of the 49th Parallel. And proudly waves a maple-leaf which she will be exchanging her blue passport to a maple leaf one as soon as she gets her Canadian citizenship. Thank God for Canada.

Thank God for Canadian Thanksgiving. Thank goodness we had Martin Frobisher who knew what he was truly thankful for: his life and the life of his crew and the act of preservation of their lives was what he raised his hands in supplication for in relief that his men were saved. Unlike the Seppos who think that Thanksgiving is a time to feed their already obese cakeholes in thanks of the plentiful harvest - Thanksgiving is truly a celebration of gratitude up here in Canada for our lives in this harsh climate - Especially North of 60 degrees latitude.

Photoshop...Gotta Love This Program.

If there's one thing that gets a lot of use on my computer, it's my graphics application program - Photoshop Elements. I use version 8. It has to be one of the most useful programs I've got. Since I'm a photographer, I tend to like to use that program for post processing. Even after 4 years of utilizing Elements, I haven't broken the tip of the iceberg on how to utilize this program, but I'm slowly learning. I mostly tend to utilize photoshop when I'm color-correcting or editing my photos.

...and no, I haven't seen an F5 tornado come up along the Fraser River lately. That's PURE photoshop trickery.

Nor have I seen a nuclear mushroom cloud go up over Rogers Arena. At least not yet, because Torts hasn't "blown up" on the Canucks as of yet, despite their losing streak.

This is purely fictional.

My latest PS creation: "Reason #1 to not drive a hydrogen-powered car".