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...and move on!
I k-n-o-w Hamilton is not stupid, just desperate.
Several years ago, a feisty, savvy and gung-ho woman led Lakeport Brewery to be a not only  terrific Hamilton business success story but a real contender in the ruthless and fiercely compeitive beer business. And the Canadian beer giants don't like competition.
That's why, three years ago, Labatt's bough-out Lakeport, gave the gung-ho savvy woman many millions to disappear and Labatt's took over the popular, Hamilton-made buck-a-bottle Laker brand.
Surprise, surprise. Now that they had a leash on the Laker-competition, Labatt's announced a few weeks ago that they are shutting down the Hamilton operation, taking their brewing equipment and the rest of their office furniture  and "moving" everything to London.
Very bad news for 143 Hamilton families who must now go looking for work. But, it's business. A done deal.
One lame Hamilton politician wanted to stage a protest so Labatt's isn't allowed to take their equipment with them. Now a wishful-thinking, naive plan by a small, Western brewery to take over Lakeport and continue brewing in Hamilton.
Helllll-o!!! Labatt's put a leash on competition and bought de joint. They have now chosen to close de joint. They're taking their ball and going home to London.
Why would Labatt's want to sell it to possible competion, all over again? Of course not.
Only Hamilton desperation could come-up with such business-absurd wishful thinking. 
 

 I'm sorry!

There are so many people who are Sorry, that “sorry” is becoming meaningless to me.

Tiger is sorry. Toyota is sorry. The Tiger Cats, The Leafs and The Argos are annually sorry. The Pope is sorry. Popes aren't officially allowed to say they're sorry but that's what he meant to say.

Shania's husband was sorry. Sandra Bullock's tattoo-man is sorry. A steady stream of perverts, creeps and scum are sorry. David Letterman was sorry. Slimey Madoff was sorry. Bill Clinton was sorry about Monica. Kobe Bryant was sorry. Charlie Sheen is sorry. Michael Jackson's doctor is sorry.

Our adorable, love-of-our-life pup was sorry for not being able to hold it and leaving a puddle at the back door.

Come to think of it, she's the only genuine sorry. And SHE is forgiven.

'tis the season! The only truly non-controversial, fun and 'cute' season. Easter!
Chocolates, chocolates and more chocolates. Maybe the occasional handfull of jelly beans and giggling kids.
Just in time, the Moose Newsroom has a story that German researchers are the latest to find that people who munch an average of six grams (?) of chocolate per day (for happy chocoholics that tiny portion is torture) actually had a 39% lower risk of either a heart attack or stroke. The study is published this week in the European Heart Journal.
But beyong chocolate bunnies, eggs, chocolate Hannah Montana guitars, Terminator robots and chocolate Homer and Marge Simpsons, Easter is turning out to be the "safe" and non-provocative of the two major Christian-origin holidays.
Nobody's whining, moaning or groaning about cultural rights being trampled or avoiding the word E-A-S-T-E-R at the risk of offending some minorities.
So go with it. Have lots and lots of chocolates. Enjoy the giggles of the kids. Have fun and...hoppy Easter!!!

No exagerration or patronizing nice words. I am simply, absolutely and unconditionally in awe. Truly!
The 2010 Paralympics just wound up in BC and, like most of us, I only caught brief news clips, here and there.
Those remarkable sledge hockey players! The wheelchair curling! Blind 20k Cross Country skiing! 
Until these 2010 Paralympic Games, I had only "heard" about the special games but never, never ever would I or could I imagine or relate to the breathtaking guts and determination of paralympic athletes. It's tough to be genuine and sincere and without sounding patronizing. But I AM in awe ---and feel so guilty and inadequate.
These athletes are the real-life supermen and superwomen! It is the kind of sheer courage, strength  and good ole fashioned guts that most of us have trouble even relating to.
How DO they do it? Brutal honesty: I simply do not understand.
But I AM in awe. I admire them. I'm inspired by them ...and the next time I get winded running up two flights of stairs, I won't dare say a word!
Thank you, paralympians!!! You truly inspire.