Category: Thought

This morning on CBC’s Metro Morning they had an interview with a senior climatologist with Environment Canada, Dave Phillips. They spoke about people no longer putting their faith in those who predict the weather. I’m guessing they refer to it as a “prediction” for a reason? But what do I know?

Caveats with moronic logic aside, I know, it’s virtually impossible to see what is so clearly the reason for it all with your head so far up in your ass, but if you’re one of these people — I’m really asking — what the fuck is wrong with you idiots? There’s so much more going on in the world than your shitty “picnic” or your stupid fucking “wedding ceremony.”

Take today’s headlines, from the CBC alone, as a perfect example…

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Today’s Democracy Now broadcast spent an amount of time talking to “Somali-Canadian hip-hop artist” K’naan. It was a very interesting interview, If, for nothing else, than the perspective he provided on his home country of Somalia. And, especially, the issue of piracy.

But one part of the interview, a story I’ve heard him tell on CBC previously, caught my attention, again. I thought I’d cite it, since I meant to before;

“I remember the first couple of days I was in school, I met this teacher who was supposed to be an English as a second language instructor. And so, she says to me, she says, ‘Kanaan, something something something,’ and speaks in English. And I can’t respond, and the whole class is waiting for me to respond. And so, I look at her, and then she repeats what she was saying, only louder, you know. And so, I turned to my friend who spoke Somali, and I said, ‘Could somebody tell this woman I am not—I’m not deaf, I just don’t speak her language’?”

I’ve written about this exact same treatment before. And how I often encounter it. The significant difference between his story and what I’ve previously faced is, people, not only talk louder at me, but speak slower, too. Like my wheelchair and an inability to clearly vocalize are “signs” of my auditory or mental capacities. Or better yet, since my ability to walk is “handicapped,” everything else must be as well, right?

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