SDM is the weak Achilles that we need to attack. If there is one part of the boycott we need to hold, its this.
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there ya go. Thanks for the suggestion, and helping this be a safe and secure community.
This Lemmy now has a matrix
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Profits at Loblaws likely won't have suffered because most of the people taking part in the boycott are not loyal customers, according to a marketing professor
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its always been a threat. Speed would sell his grandmother for crack money. that's why it's important to promote this place, right now. the entire movement could die overnight if the sub were quarantined.
canceling all indian visas in Canada and refusing to issue new ones until all involved in the Indian government is turned over to the RCMP is the only way forward, otherwise anything less is condoning international crimes.
As a person, you don’t get to choose what laws you follow.
Corporations on the other hand, can break whatever laws they want, pay a business tax/fine and keep on doing it. Its interesting to see the narratives on both sides and the deep divide we have in the middle, in this country. US vs THEM play book as the 1930's
google will block all of canada until the government is quickly overthrown by all the Canadian corporations that are utterly fucked without google services. It would take a day at most.
all for it. Every time I race in europe I very much enjoy this engineering concept put into action. The Netherlands & Denmark has it completely figured out and it works great.
Vaccines have been so effective at eradicating
and yet despite years of vaccinations against it, Covid is still around? fucking wierd!
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The government must enforce the fucking laws that already exist. We have safe passing distance laws here, ive got plenty of video of idiots swerving in on me let alone not giving the proper distance. Send that to cops, they do NOTHING.
the only thing that seems to get the point across is mass protest rides tying up commutes on a regular basis for 12h. THEN suddenly there is an enforcement blitz, and then it slowly faids off again.
AWD helps, but knowing your vehicle and how it performs in the snow, will get you further than fancy devices. Now having the skills AND the fancy devices will take you almost anywhere.
when I was a kid, living on the prairies, the first winter I had my driver's licence I went out to this big huge and very empty parking lot and started off having fun doing doughnuts. but then I started getting a feel for how it responds when it's on the edge of control. and was practicing skid turns, regaining control etc. A RCMP car eventually came by, and just sat there for a min or two. I was thinking Uh oh.. but he flicked on his lights, and I came to a stop, he walked over and asked what I was doing. I guess I gave the correct answer "learning how to drive in the snow". He told me he got a "stunting complaint", but he could clearly see that I wasn't doing it entirely for thrills, or I would have been just burning those doughnuts. He gave me a few tips, on how to recover from a skid better, and told me to knock it off at that location but told me about another lot I could try and practice a bit more.
That interaction has literally saved my life a number of times, by giving me the skills early on how to recover when the vehicle is at the edge of control. I worked a career driving, never ended up in the ditch (touch wood) and have driven through the hairiest storms you can imagine.
Learn your vehicle, learn how to push it to the edge, and how to come back. (but do so in a safe place)
i think the notwithstanding clause is a provincial thing, not a federal thing. Its a concession the feds had to make in order to change the constitution in the 80's
its a tool. like a wrench. Use it as its meant to be used, it works great. Unfortunately, it is possible to use a wrench to pound in a screw.
oh if you really want to jump down the rabbit hole, just read "your consent is not required". everything you say, or even don't say is considered "disordered thinking" if a psychiatrist decided it is. they are literally the chiropractors of the MD world, everything is based on opinion and drug company statements with SFA to back it up.
is anyone going on the hurricane ridge ride? it hasn't run since covid so I don't even know if it's still a thing, but in its day it was glorious with hundreds of cyclists invading the USA on Canada Day.
I'm going to make a try for it, been laid up for 2 months post shoulder surgery so not sure I'm going to make it, but I'm going to try.
It represents the enormous amount of pain and conflict within my soul in my own personal experience.
how the hell is the province going to find a buyer in their right mind to buy this? I would feel like there is a huge target on my back.
I always strive to avoid pitting one group against another, as this divide-and-conquer tactic is a hallmark of fascism. It's distressing that it continues to be effective. I must confess a degree of envy towards the LGBT+ community, even though I fully support the rights and freedoms they've fought hard to achieve. I'm on the autism spectrum, and I can't help but feel our battles are less recognized. If an LGBT+ person were required to declare their orientation at the outset of employment just to receive basic decency, the company's management would rightly face severe backlash. Sadly, this expectation of disclosure isn't the same for the neurodivergent community. We're often faced with a difficult decision: do we declare our neurodivergence and potentially face discrimination, or secure the job but risk unfair treatment later when aspects of our neurodivergence become apparent to our employers?
Another frustration is the continued use of Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA), which was developed by the same psychologist who pioneered conversion therapy. Both practices are ethically questionable, but while conversion therapy is now widely outlawed, ABA continues to be a recommended approach for treating autism.
I'm delighted that my uncle can marry the man he loves and that my daughter can openly choose her partner, regardless of their gender. Yet, I can't help asking, when will the world stop treating neurodivergent people as lesser beings? Without looking it up, do you know when Autism Awareness Day is? Have you ever seen a sidewalk painted with the symbol for autism acceptance, or do you even know what it represents? It's not a puzzle piece—yet another misrepresentation purported by organizations that often don't speak for the interests of those who are neurodivergent.
I apologize if this seems like a rant; I'm merely trying to articulate why the original statement struck such a nerve. The experiences and struggles of different communities are all valid and important, and it's crucial to ensure that all voices are heard.
👍 working hard to push though.. If the stars align I may be able to participate in the annual Canada Day invasion of Hurricane ridge. Between injury and covid I have not done it since 2019 and it would feel so much like "back to normal" if I can make it, even if only part way up before my shoulder says nope.
Favorite campfire foods?
Well, hey there, fellow campfire connoisseur! I've got a treat for you. This isn't just any old recipe, oh no. This one's been extracted straight from the secret vaults of a beloved spot in Victoria BC, which sadly had to close its doors during the pandemic. Now, how did I get my hands on it? Let's just say a few rounds of good tequila and some friendly banter, my friends loosens the lips of any freshly unemployed chef. I tell ya, there's nothing quite like a bit of liquid persuasion!
So, ready to dive into the world of campfire gourmet? Of course, you are. Get that fire going and warming that Dutch oven; Let's do this!
Meet my Baked French Toast – Campfire Edition:
Ingredients:
- One mighty loaf of brioche or challah bread (because why not be all fancy while roughing it?)
- 8 large eggs (straight from the chicken, if you can swing it)
- 2 cups of whole milk (the creamier, the better)
- 1/2 cup of heavy cream (because decadence is a virtue)
- 3/4 cup of granulated sugar (sweetness is next to godliness, right?)
- 2 tablespoons of pure vanilla extract (nothing but the good mexican stuff)
- 1/2 teaspoon of ground cinnamon (just a smidge of that warming spice)
- 1/4 teaspoon of nutmeg (an underrated superstar, if you ask me)
Topping Time:
- 1/2 cup of all-purpose flour (the backbone of any decent crumb)
- 1/2 cup of brown sugar (for that deep, caramel-like flavor)
- 1 teaspoon of cinnamon (can't have too much of a good thing)
- 1/4 teaspoon of cardamom (a little exotic, a little spicy)
- 1/4 teaspoon of clove (add a pinch of holiday spirit)
- 1/4 teaspoon of salt (balances out the sweet, don't you know)
- 1 stick of cold butter, cut into pieces (because butter makes everything better)
Okay, so here's how we do it:
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Cube up your bread like it's a game of Tetris and pop those little suckers into a greased 9x13 baking dish.
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Whisk together your eggs, milk, cream, sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg in a big ol' bowl until well mixed.
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Drown your bread in that heavenly concoction you just made. Make sure every piece is drenched in milky-eggy goodness. Cover your dish, stick it in the cooler, and let it have a good long soak for several hours, or even overnight if you're patient.
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For the topping, get your hands dirty mixing the flour, brown sugar, cinnamon, and salt. Throw in your cold butter pieces and work them into the dry ingredients until it looks like coarse breadcrumbs. Stow this away in a zipped bag in your cooler.
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Fire up your campfire oven to a toasty 350°F (175°C). (IR thermometer is good for this, or just guess, its not rocket science)
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Sprinkle that crumbly topping all over your prepped and soaked bread.
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Let it bake for about 45-60 minutes, or until your French toast is a golden-brown masterpiece.
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Let it cool for a smidge before diving in. Add some powdered sugar, maple syrup, and/or fresh fruits as per your heart's desires.
And there you have it - your very own homemade baked French toast, perfect for a cozy campfire breakfast. Enjoy, eh?
I'll start. How I discovered that you need to pay attention to tides, even when paddling the upper gorge in Victoria BC
Well, buckle up, because this story is a doozy. One fateful day, I had the brilliant idea to conquer the Portage Pass route solo. I'm a big strong kayak guide/instructor WCGW? I Yanked my kayak from the VCKC storage and checked the tide charts. Seemed perfect; the tide would be on the upswing just as I made my full loop around. What I failed to account for was that we were still in the falling tide phase, smack dab in the middle of a larger mixed semidiurnal tide. This, my friends, is where the plot thickens like mud.
With visions of adventure dancing in my head, I set off, but I couldn't help noticing I was paddling against the current as I passed under the Craigflower. Now, being the unstoppable beast I am, I shrugged it off and kept going, full steam ahead my kayak nearly on plane, into the upper gorge. a little current isn't going to deter me. <-(idiot)
As I made my way towards that funny-looking building at the end of the bay, it dawned on me that the water seemed shallower than usual. Alarmingly so. Still about 200m from the shore, I started hitting a metaphorical brick wall - I could paddle no more but managed another 100m of mud pushing and bum scooting hoping to juuust make it. Nope!. Reflecting on my predicament I realized that in a breathtakingly brief span of 15 minutes, I lost a full meter of water depth, transforming the bay into a desolate mud flat.
So there I was, the lone knight, smack in the middle of a drained battlefield, watching the last remnants of water retreat, and I thought, "Well, this is a fine mess you've got yourself into!" My choices? Wade through 100m of mud or wait a few hours for nature to take pity on me.
Opting for immediate action as I tend to do, I chose the first option. Let me tell you, that mud was up to my hips, and each step felt like trying to wrestle a grizzly bear. That 100m slog was more grueling than any marathon I've ever run. The best method I found? Roll body, anchor, drag kayak with rescue line. Rinse, actually no, don't rinse, repeat. After about 15 repetitions of this mud ballet, I emerged, victorious but worn, onto Midwood beach.
From there, it was just a "short" 1.5km walk from Midwood beach, up the road and back down the E&N, to Portage park, looking less like a triumphant adventurer and more like Swamp Thing's less successful cousin. Thank the stars for the kayak wheels I brought. I had almost opted to just leave them behind and carry my kayak across the short gap on my head as I have done once before when I had forgotten them. Exhausted, I collapsed into the water at Thetis Cove for a well-deserved rinse.
So, off I paddled, past the watchful eye of the lighthouse, but let me tell you, at that moment, I had had just about enough fun for one day. As thrilling as it sounded, tackling Tillicum Narrows, exhausted and on a full-blown tidal exchange, even if it was supposedly in my favor, seemed about as appealing as arm wrestling with the Kraken itself.
Biting the bullet, I swallowed my pride and rang up a buddy with a kayak rack."Oi, how about a daring rescue mission at the lagoon?" I asked, trying to make my predicament sound less muddy than I was.
So there I was, beached on the lagoon and about a half-hour and one more solid dunk in the ocean later when he rolls up to collect me. But let me tell ya, I still reeked like the underside of a wharf at low tide mixed with a healthy serving of prime, sulphury mud. Pretty alluring, eh?
And poor old him, well, he couldn't let it go. To this day, I can still hear him bellyaching about how I managed to turn his car into the unofficial aroma mascot for a back-alley fishmonger.
The chap had to drive around with his windows down for a good couple of days, trying to air out the pungent perfume I'd gifted him, for no good deed goes unpunished..
And that, my dear friends, is the legendary tale of how I got a crash course, quite literally, in the unforgiving, unpredictable, and thoroughly mud-splattered nature of semidiurnal tides. The lesson here is, It's not just the voyage, but also how much mud you're willing to wade through, that really builds character. So grab a paddle, keep a weather eye on the horizon, and for Neptune's sake, respect the tides!
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