Pole dancing: for aficionados, it’s serious stuff

Jenyne Butterfly shows what a world-champion pole dancer looks like. No platforms, no sequins, no lingerie, no raunch; just really good (and seriously sexy!) stuff.

Yesterday, as part of my ongoing informal research into the world of a Mexican book I’m translating, I posted some videos of pole dancers in action. Apparently I’m not the only one impressed with the amount of effort and artistry the women put into it. The guys who frequent the bars where these dancers perform are like soccer hooligans in their dedication to the art, and they get pissed off when it doesn’t seem to get the respect it deserves from bar owners. Last year, things got to the point where a Mexican blog devoted to table dancing put out this call to arms:

How’s it going, dearest Tablefans, I’m writing with some inconformities with my adorable dancers, I’m upset now that on these latest visits to the “table”, we’ve run into lots of girls who are no longer using the pole for their performance, this is simply unacceptable, now they only grab onto it as if it were some vile post to lean on, some don’t even grab onto it at all, and the worst of all is that in some places there isn’t even a pole, what will happen to those marvellous movements in which they climb and hang suspended only by the strength of their legs, their abdomen, those impressive spins they do, the way things are going now we’ll only see those movements in fashionable fitness classes.

For this reason I want to invite all the table-dance bars to put more effort into their contracts or their support for the dancers, so there are lots of places where they can learn those movements, we the table-dance guide offer ourselves to help in the recruitment and selection of the dancers (we’re not fools you know).

But we’re doing it out of the love we have for the “tables”, in truth everything is an art, no matter if it’s painting, photography, cinema, etc., when a girl does a true and incredible performance she drives us crazy and makes us want to spend all our money on private dances, not to mention that we remember her moves for a long time, it affects us just like a masterpiece.

We of the Table-Dance Guide commit ourselves to keep looking for and spreading this marvellous art, we won’t rest until they get the recognition they deserve, we ask for your help dear table-fans, with your help it will be much easier, keep reading us.

Translation mine. Run-on sentences and comma splicing as in original.

Yes, that’s right…they actually go to see the dancing, and they’re not satisfied to simply see a girl lackadaisically dragging her ass around the pole without really using the thing (or just wagging it on a pole-less stage, worse luck).

That’s not to say they don’t drop a lot of cash in the back room of these brothel-like joints (which is what the owners are no doubt counting on them to do); they want to be given a reason, an incentive if you will, to go there, besides the obvious. Hence the emphasis on the “art of the pole”.

A good performance on the pole is more thrilling to watch than the rote bump-and-grid that any crack-addicted unfortunate can do (and a great many do). That stands to reason. And if, as this blogger asserts, guys are willing to fork out more cash for a good pole dance than they would have been otherwise, one would hope that the bar owners don’t just go on cheaping out, but give the girls a break, and hire some real talent.

After all, a lot of those ladies have families to support, and not just drug habits.


FUX Snooze gets pwned by Muppets

And as usual, Miss Piggy gets the best lines.


The art of the WHAT?

As I prepare to get cracking on my first-ever book-length Spanish-to-English translation (yes, congratulate me, kiddies, your auntie is going pro!), I found some videos while looking up an idiomatic phrase that just didn’t appear in either my Streetwise Spanish guide OR my gran diccionario. These illustrate exactly what I’ll be dealing with in the days and weeks to come. And they’re a timely reminder, for me, that there are a lot of arts out there. Translation is one; this is another. And the gutsy women who do it this well are incredible to watch. Enjoy!


Quotable: Edward R. Murrow on dissent

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Justice: SERVED.

’nuff said.

Mohammad Shafia: Guilty on four counts of first-degree murder.

Tooba Mohammad Yahya: Guilty on four counts of first-degree murder.

Hamed Shafia: Guilty on four counts of first degree murder.

Let the shrieeeeeeking now cease. “Honor” killings get treated the same in Canada as any other kind. Just ask all the good Christian men doing the same kind of time for murdering their estranged wives and disobedient daughters.

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Music for a Sunday: On everything but rollerskates

Line up, put your kisses down.

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Wankers of the Week: The Irony and the Ugh-stasy


Crappy weekend, everyone! I suppose you wonder what His Barackness is snickering about up there. Trust me, he’s got plenty to laugh at, and most of it is listed here. So let’s get to it with no further ado, shall we?

1. Newt Fucking Gingrich. Yes, he’s the man of the week, no doubt about it. Or should we say, the overgrown adolescent king of the fucking shit hill that is the Repugnican Party? When you have the flaming homophobes of NOM hailing you as The Man Who Will Save Marriage, even though you’ve failed at it twice and could still get third-time unlucky at any moment, where is there to go for you but down? And he will, kiddies, he will…bank on it. That shark has been jumped, and he cannot un-jump it. PS: Here’s one of the many things that will bring him down. PPS: And here’s another. PPPS: This ain’t helping either. PPPPS: And if you need proof that he’s not to be trusted with the top office in the nation, here you go. Oh here, have seconds.

2. Pamela Fucking Geller. Surely it has escaped no one’s notice that fascist islamophobia’s noisiest guano-bird has titled her latest pet project Stop the Islamization of Nations, whose initials spell out SION — which happens to be French for ZION? No word on her motives for joining the cheese-eating surrender monkeys there, but I’m guessing that Harpy McCrazybitch hasn’t thought this one all the way through. (I mean, not like she ever does.)

3. J.T. Fucking Ready. Ironies abound in this one, too. Starting with his praise of Adolf Fucking Hitler as “great white civil rights leader”, and extending all the way to his running for sheriff as a Democrat. The only thing that could be more ironic is if he actually WON.

4. Chuck Fucking Norris. As I was saying for #1: Shark, jumped. Cannot be un-jumped. Especially not with an endorsement like THIS one.


5. Jim Bob Fucking Duggar. Michelle must have said no to his latest attempt to fill her quiver. Why else jump all over a trans-girl scout who only wants to sell cookies, earn merit badges and do good deeds?

6. Michael Fucking Malihi. Even this long after the release of a certain long-form Hawaiian birth certificate, the frivolous Birther lawsuits just keep on comin’. And worse, they don’t always get laughed out of court. How does someone with such piss-poor judgment make it to the judiciary? I don’t know, but I suspect His Barackness won’t be appearing before this fool’s bench.

7. Rick Fucking Santorum. Let us count the ways he’s wanked this week: With a suggestively-named moneybomb that makes his Google-bomb objections look like downright silly posturing! With rampant islamophobia! With oh-bitch-please homophobia and God-playing! With pro-rape condescension! With bizarre theories about sexual abstinence and poverty! PS: Ha, ha. PPS: Ha, ha, ha.

8. Rand Fucking Paul. What do you bet that (a) he secretly gives thanks that there is a Big Government for him to wank on about, and (b) he would not object even a little bit if the TSA had detained a perfectly innocent Arab in a kaffiyeh? BTW, don’t feel sorry for him. He got pulled aside on his way to an anti-choice rally. How libertarian of him to go!


PS: Special dishonorable mention to Rand’s old man, Ron Fucking Paul, for tweeting the original bullshit story. And for lying about his racist newsletters.

PPS: Ha, ha.

9. Tony Fucking Clement. That slimy little shit-eating smirk just keeps getting tighter around the lips all the time. One of these days it’s going to crack and fall off altogether. And oh, how I will laugh when it does.

10. Charles Fucking Murray. Blame feminists, liberals and the poor, not rich white man’s greed, for social inequality. Where have we heard all this fucking bitchery before? Oh yeah, now I remember.

11. Tim Fucking Teabag, er, THOMAS. Y’know, I disagree with His Barackness a lot myself, albeit from the other side of the political spectrum. However, if invited to the White House to receive an honor in a nonpolitical context, I would still go. But then again, I haven’t forgotten my manners. Maybe getting paid unconscionable millions just to stick-handle a puck around the ice causes certain guys (who were never too bright to begin with, or they wouldn’t be teabags) to forget theirs.


12. Rob Fucking Ford. Oh look, Robbo’s diet has already eaten his brain before it even made a dent in his waistline. Why else call those DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED city council members who voted DEMOCRATICALLY against his AUTOCRATIC budget cuts “two steps left of Joe Stalin”? (Stalin being, of course, Robbo himself. The man has an unwitting flair for the metaphors sometimes.) Maybe he needs to go to anger management classes as well as Weight Watchers. In any case, “Ford Nation” was never a nation. It was only a suburb, and now it’s deader than the old Soviet Union. So suck it up, Robbo…and eat your rice cakes, they’re good for you.

13. Leopoldo Fucking López. Pretty Boy is out of the Venezuelan presidential race! Too bad, so sad. Maybe his low poll numbers had something to do with it? Or maybe it’s just his nasty past come back to haunt him. Not that it particularly matters who the “unity candidate” of the right will be…whoever it is will lose, and lose badly. Maybe Leo was actually smart to bow out when he did.

14. Tom Fucking Flanagan. Hey First Nations people, did you know you’re a threat to Big Oil? It’s true, and it comes from no less a racist than Harpo’s own erstwhile political advisor-slash-campaign manager, who now works for a Big Oil stink tank. He thinks you are global terrorists for wanting to preserve the health and integrity of the land! You may wish to band together, and soon. I’ll happily join you, and so will lots of other white folks. After all, how fast can a bunch of old fat cats run?

15. Nancy Fucking Pelosi. If you got something on Newt, lady, then spill it. Playing coy is not the way to go. Besides, we all want to see him crash and burn, this time for GOOD.


16. Joseph Fucking Maturo. Next time you want to help Latinos, spring for some fajitas. Or better still, just don’t be such a flippant fucking asshole. And hire some cops who aren’t racist, already.

17. Fred Fucking Phelps. Yes, JoePa WAS to some extent complicit in allowing Jerry Fucking Sandusky to go on molesting boys for as long as he did. And he definitely wasn’t smart to cover the matter up instead of calling the cops. But hauling out the Westboro Fucking Baptist Church to protest at his funeral is still a really fucking disgusting wank. And it has nothing to do with “fags”, either. A pedophile is a different species of bird altogether. As are those who cover his ass.

18. Ralph Fucking Shortey. Don’t you dare laugh at his name, no matter how much you suspect it may inadvertently reveal about his motives for being the (anti-choice and batshit) way he is. Laugh, instead, at his ludicrous notion that human fetal remains could ever find their way into our food supply, particularly by way of sodapop. And then, laugh again at his ludicrous notion that there needs to be a law against that.

19. Eric Fucking Wilson. A timely reminder of the importance of consent…not only for all sexual acts engaged in, but the recording and Internet broadcasting thereof. Guys, unless you get a Yes to all of the above, assume the answer is really NO. And don’t just do it anyway, ‘kay?


20. Marc Fucking Cenedella. He wants steak, BJs and a senate seat. And by the looks of things (his own face among them), he’s gonna have to pay for all three. BTW, there is NO WAY any self-respecting woman is going to give up Pi Day (and its attendant PIE!) just so some dude can get what he already got the month before, not to mention on his birthday, their anniversary, and any old other time he wants it. PS: If you’re gonna take “full responsibility” for what’s posted on your personal blog, shouldn’t that mean NOT claiming someone else wrote it for you? Don’t tell me you paid for THAT too, ya fuckin’ hoser.

21. Barry Fucking Smitherman. He gets everything about the Keystone XL pipeline (wisely nixed by His Barackness) utterly wrong. Along with Venezuela (a democracy), Hugo Chávez (elected and popular), China (not communist anymore), His Barackness (unlikely to be mistaken for Kim Jong Il, or even Kim Jong Un), jobs (not that many to be had from one measly pipeline, and most of them very temporary), and oh yeah, last but not least: the Canadian environment, which is already suffering from tar-sands development and is not likely to be improved by more of the same. Can we just come right out and call him a big-ass bullshitter, already?

22. Sheldon Fucking Adelson. If you’re wondering who’s pumping big bucks into Newty’s doomed presidential drive, look no further. This notorious casino owner, who is currently under federal investigation, is your man. And when you hear Newty rolling out his platform, you will also know who bought him and ordered it. After all, someone’s got a big bill at Tiffany’s that isn’t gonna pay itself.


23. Susanna Fucking Barrett. Don’t blame the media or the blogs for “sexualizing” your daughter. They’re not the ones who signed her up for a kiddie pageant, plunked her into a suggestive costume, and made her dance to “I’m Sexy and I Know It”. Or got her to make kissy-faces at the cameras reporting it.

24. James O’Fucking Keefe. Say, doesn’t this little fucker have house arrest or probation or something, still? Because it seems to me he insists on violating it in a major way. (But even if that’s not the case, this suing the Liberal Media is just fucking pathetic. Srsly.)

25. Stacey Fucking Campfield. With a name like that, jokes and innuendoes are almost inevitable, no? And so it quite stands to reason that he’d be the author of something as abominable as Tennessee’s pro-bullying “Don’t Say Gay” law. As well as a subscriber to all sorts of ridiculous notions around AIDS. Someone please inform him that HIV was first transmitted via a monkey bite, not gay-butt-sex-with-a-monkey. In fact, it’s a product of the appalling bushmeat trade, not the gay underworld. And the idea that it’s only a gay disease was out of date in the mid-1980s already. Just ask Ali Gertz. Oh wait, you can’t…she died of it, as did the man who gave it to her. Bummer. Maybe Ryan White, who caught it through a blood transfusion? Sorry, he’s dead too. And neither of them was ever the least bit gay. How ’bout that?


26. Larry Fucking Pittman. Sez he wants to bring back public hangings in North Fucking Carolina, and put abortion doctors at the head of the queue as a “deterrent”? Fuck no, Larry. Anyone who proposes a moronic (and murderous) legal remedy like that should man the fuck up and go first.

27. Frank Fucking Gaffney. His preferred way of achieving US hegemony worldwide is through violence. But he prefers to project that onto Muslims and Sharia, to make himself sound reasonable.

28. Mitt Fucking Romney. Mormonizing your late atheist father-in-law, no matter what your reasons, is a damn disrespectful wank in the face of a corpse. Whatever happened to respecting the wishes of the dearly departed?

29. Mark Fucking Oxner. Alan Grayson (my hero!) is gonna whup his ass. That is all.


And finally, to all you morons out there (and it is scientifically confirmed now that conservatives are not the sharpest knives in the ol’ drawer) who voted for Stephen Fucking Harper. All bullies are cowards; we all knew that. Which is why this cowardly bully waited till he was in Davos to announce that he was raiding the Canada Pension Plan to pay for all those warplanes we don’t fucking need. And please note that this is the same Harper Government™ that got its sorry collective ass into office by pandering to all you dumb fucking rednecks who didn’t want a gun registry because it made you feel like criminals to see your guns treated the same way as your cars, your marriages and your dogs. Well, boo fucking hoo, you old farts. It looks good on you now that you’re getting what you voted for: a big, fat bait-and-switcheroo. And it’s coming out of your retirement fund, too. You’re now gonna have to work till you drop in this country. And drop you will, since you’re all so busy stuffing your faces with Timbits and putting a nice down payment on a coronary in the process. I would laugh if I weren’t in the same fucking boat as all of you, but at least I can console myself that I didn’t vote for the motherfucker. (Which reminds me, I need an apology shirt for when I finally get the hell out of this country and move to Latin America. I need one that says “prime minister” instead of “president”.) You did vote for him, and now you’re about to pay for what you got. Through the nose.

Good night, and (ha, ha) get fucked!


How evil triumphed in Argentina and British Columbia


Riddle me this: What does this…

“It wasn’t one or two cases, or one or two officers involved, but many, thus there was a pattern, a plan” to take away those babies from their biological families which they considered “non trustworthy or communists”, said Elliott Abrams former US Assistant Secretary of State.

He added that during his post as Under Secretary for Human Rights issues, from 1982 to 1985, he “does not recall any case” of systematic stealing of political prisoners babies in any part of the world as the one implemented by the Argentine military.

“It was the worst of all cases” among all dictatorships and military regimes in those years both in Latin America and in Asia said the former Reagan administration officer who added that it was his task “to advance the human rights issue in those countries”.

Abrams made the statements on a video conference from Washington as a witness in a case in a federal court in Buenos Aires. He also revealed that in talks with then Argentine ambassador Lucio García del Solar he suggested that “the Church could help to solve the matter”.  

The issue was “very difficult to address not only for the military but for any future democratic government” said Abrams who described Garcia del Solar “not as a representative from the dictatorship but rather as a member of the future civilian government and deeply democratic”.

…have in common with this?

Mainstream media like CBC, The Tyee, Vancouver Sun, and Seattle’s weekly, The Stranger, easily uncovered the fact that former Port Coquitlam Mayor, Scott Young, and hundreds of other people had attended events at Piggy’s Palace, the party venue operating for several years at Pickton’s pig farm. I asked some of those Vancouver rock/punk bands playing in the 1990s what they’d heard about Piggy’s Palace. I was relieved to hear my friends say they had refused to play there because, as one said “even though we’d played some shitty places, we’d heard Piggy’s was totally sketchy bikers, blow, you name it.”

Others describe Piggy’s Palace as “rough,” “very very badass.” One man interviewed in 2003 by The Stranger said: “There were lots of women, who looked like hookers…. The party spilled all over the grounds and there were people in the house and in the trailer doing the wild thing. I recall walking by a shack with a 40-watt light bulb hanging over the door and machinery was running inside. Here, I got a death chill. The hairs raised on the back of my neck and my feet froze to the ground. I didn’t want to be there anymore, so I left and walked home.”

This is what is most chilling to me: literally hundreds of people, from East Van rockers to off duty cops to the Mayor of Port Coquitlam, knew that Piggy’s Palace and its proprietors were trouble – specifically trouble for prostituted women. Yet the venue remained in operation for years without intervention by neighbours, police, or concerned members of the public.

Former Mayor Scott Young’s disregard for women is already public, evident in his guilty plea for an assault on his ex common-law partner and for breaching a no-contact order intended to protect her. But what about the bands who decided that, despite the “rough crowd” and the rule to “check your knives and other weapons at the door,” playing repeated gigs at Piggy’s Palace was worth it because the money was good? A few Lower Mainland bands’ websites still list their Piggy’s Palace gigs in their band bio. One even has the gall to highlight the notoriety of the Pickton case.

At first glance it seems like the two stories aren’t related, does it? But look a little closer. Baby-stealing Argentine fascists and hooker-killing Canadian misogynists have, in fact, a great deal in common. Starting with a reckless disregard for such trifles as humanity, the rule of law, and common decency, and extending all the way to deviousness, and a willingness to enlist outside authorities in covering up for them.

And cover up for them, the outside authorities did. The RCMP as much as covered up for Robert Fucking Pickton. And the US governments of Richard Fucking Nixon and Ronald Fucking Reagan were more than happy to cover up for the Argentine junta. Those were governments composed of nothing but evil men.

The government of Jimmy Carter, who was and still is certainly a good man, was not so willing; it sent an investigator to Argentina instead — a serious one, not a sham — and what she found was utterly vile:

Doesn’t what Pat Derian describes sound an awful lot like what happened at Pickton’s farm? Women disappeared, tortured, horribly murdered, sexually violated, fed to animals even. Pictures of the missing could paper entire walls. And for years, nothing got done about it. Even though the evil was widely known, and secretly whispered about by those in the know.

Yeah, tell me again that they had nothing in common!

Anyone who thinks fascism and misogyny are not somehow related is a damned fool. The RCMP in BC not only knew what was going on, one of their own actually warned Pickton that there was an investigation coming. This gave the killer a chance to cover his tracks and impede the investigation. They didn’t give a damn that women were dying by the dozen at Piggy’s Palace; those women were “only” prostitutes, and probably drug addicts as well — the flotsam of the streets of Vancouver. And the cops were no doubt as eager to be rid of them (after having used them, too, I bet) as the Argentine junta was to be rid of “communists”, “subversives”, and anyone who didn’t meet their criteria for “upstanding citizens”. So they looked the other way, with a wink and a nod, while Pickton killed women, ground up their bodies, and fed those precious pearls to the swine.

Edmund Burke was wrong about what it takes for evil to triumph. It wasn’t good men who did nothing. It was evil men — venal, opportunistic, complicit, cowardly — who knowingly looked the other way. That’s why Piggy’s Palace and the Dirty Wars claimed all the victims they did.

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Festive Left Friday Blogging: Two million and counting!

Ahem. Make that two and a HALF million…

And now, the story from Aporrea:

At 10:06 this morning, and three months shy of his second anniversary on Twitter, President Hugo Chávez made history as the most-followed head of state on the social network, with two and a half million followers.

1394 tweets, following 21 tweeters, and found on 55,400 lists, @chavezcandanga exceeded all expectations. We can emphasize that he has more followers than @Facebook, which was created on December 7, 2009.

Here is a list of the most-followed heads of state in Latin America, as of 10:21 am:

1. @chavezcandanga (Venezuela): 2,500,038
2. @FelipeCalderon (Mexico): 1,392,980
3. @DilmaBr (Brazil): 1,044,256
4. @CFKArgentina (Argentina): 830,906
5. @SebastianPinera (Chile): 677,821
6. @JuanManSantos (Colombia): 677,294
7. @MashiRafael (Ecuador): 207,911
8. @Laura_Ch (Costa Rica): 86,812

No doubt about it, this is one more demonstration that the Bolivarian Revolution is consolidating itself in all spaces, considering that @chavezcandanga is one of the best communicators in history.

Translation mine; linkage as in original.

If the Internet is the marketplace of ideas, then it looks like a leading anticapitalist is the top seller. Outpacing even Facebook on the tweeter — how about that?

And if you think it’s just a tweetish fluke, I can assure you it’s not. His messages also appear on Facebook, and get huge numbers of “likes” in no time at all. The only one who gets “liked” faster is Cristina Fernández (a.k.a. CFKArgentina), mainly because she uses Facebook more she does Twitter. Which she does almost as much as Chavecito.

But then again, Chavecito has only to get on Facebook himself (he doesn’t seem to have a personal profile there yet, only a generic “politician” page and a whole slew of fan pages), instead of simply linking it to his Twitter account. The day he does is the day Facebook’s entire server farm crashes from all the happy Bolivarian traffic welcoming him aboard the Internet’s biggest time-suck.

Watch out, Fuckerberg!


Fortuna Silver = Nasty Ass Honey Badger

Yes, it’s true. Don’t believe me? Watch this…

And then read this, and tell me if you don’t think so. Here, I’ll even excerpt a few key passages for you…

Vancouver-based mining company Fortuna Silver says it has nothing to do with the shooting death of a protester in a town near the company’s mine site in Mexico.

Police have arrested the alleged shooter implicated in the death of Bernardo Mendez Vazquez, who was shot last week during a protest that news reports have linked to opposition to the gold and silver mine.

The shooting took place in the town of San Jose del Progreso, where the mine is the chief employer.

The town and mine in the southwestern state of Oaxaca have been the sites of past conflicts involving groups who say the mine is an environmental threat to the arid region’s scarce water supply.

But Fortuna Silver president Jorge Ganoza said “misinformation” is behind media reports tying his company to the violence, which also left another protester with a leg wound.

“We, as a company, and our team in Oaxaca are saddened by these senseless and continued acts of violence in the town of San Jose, related to a long-standing political struggle for local power,” Ganoza said.

“It is not the first incident of this nature in the last few years. It is in no way related to our activities or involves company personnel, and we really hope that the people of San Jose, with the assistance of the state authorities, will find a long-term solution to this senseless violence.”

Isn’t that clever? They’ve even got local stooges working for ’em, pretending it’s not the fault of their own greedy fucks. No, it’s the fault of the local natives, for getting in the way of some hired thug’s gun. Who, of course, is not “company personnel”. Duh, he’s a hired goon. Undoubtedly paid under the table, the way foreign companies all do it in these Latin American countries that they don’t give a fuck about.

And of course, this being in our lovely National Pest (yes, that’s sarcasm), the mining company’s viewpoint is front and centre, and the other side is handily dismissed:

Some Spanish-language media reports suggested the clash was related to protests over a project that was viewed as an attempt by the company to access the town’s water supply.

“This sad incident is related to an infrastructure project that was being handled by the municipality of San Jose and it’s related to the inter-connection of sewage and drinking water in the town of San Jose, and it has nothing to do” with the mine, Ganoza said.

He said rival groups, one linked to the municipal government and one connected to the opposition, have clashed around other projects such as road construction.

“There is constant misinformation because I believe there are groups interested in linking us to these issues,” he said.

“It always makes better news to have a foreign company involved in some of this, and some local groups can be more visible if this is linked to an international company.”

Notice that the other side are not even named here. Nameless opposition is so much easier for the Nasty Ass Honey Badger to eat up like a snake. A loose skin of vague rhetoric also makes it easy to shrug off just about anything.

But look, here comes a bird:

A spokeswoman for the Canadian group MiningWatch criticized the company’s position.

“There has been conflict over this project and worries over potential impacts on local water supplies for several years,” said Jen Moore.

“Instead of trying to deny any responsibility, the company should work to help diminish tensions.”

And that’s it for the bird. Three short paragraphs, whoopee! Thanks a lot, stupid!

Of course, the company would argue that it IS “working to diminish tensions”…by sending in hired guns to scare the townsfolk into handing over the precious water supply, and sending out the spokesdroid to say this isn’t the company’s fault, and the gringos from El Gran Norte (that’s CANADA, people) are all honest caballeros, and a whole lot of other mierda that makes no sense whatsoever.

But Honey Badger don’t care. Honey Badger don’t give a shit.

Fortuna Silver, a junior mining firm which also has a silver mine in Peru, announced in September that it began production at the $55-million mine in Mexico. It was expected to produce 1.7 million ounces of silver and 15,000 ounces of gold in 2012.

Because there’s silver and gold in them thar hills, and it ain’t gonna dig itself.

And besides, they’ve got an image as a major local job provider to uphold. 450 local workers, probably all quite underpaid to work in who knows how dangerous of conditions. Who cares if the town they come from has no clean water left to drink, wash with, or irrigate crops? Let ’em eat gold and silver, eh Nasty Ass Honey Badger?

Fuck, I hate my so-called government (which is, remember, the Harper Government™, not the Government of Canada — Canada doesn’t exist anymore). I hate it for being complicit in this shit. I hate it for rolling back regulation holding Canadian corporations accountable no matter where they operate. I hate it for making us look like shit abroad. I hate it because it steals from the poor and gives only to its rich cronies.

And, also like the Nasty Ass Honey Badger, it just doesn’t give a snake’s ass. We can bite it, and bite it, and it still refuses to die. It just rolls over and starts to snore whenever its prey fights back.

Look at that sleepy fuck.

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