Canuck Pretendian shocked to learn truth about himself

Looks like the US of A isn't the only country where Pretendians (e.g. Senator Elizabeth Warren) rise to lofty heights, only to fall with a thud when they are outed as being, errr... white. Canada has them too, and has had them for at least a century, going back to the time of Grey Owl, shown at left in a portrait by Yousuf Karsh.

Grey Owl, was a popular Canadian writer, public speaker and conservationist. Born an Englishman, he immigrated to Canada and, in the latter years of his life, passed as half-Indian, falsely claiming he was the son of a Scottish man and an Apache woman. He achieved fame in the 1930s with books, articles and public appearances promoting wilderness conservation. Shortly after his death in 1938, his real identity -- Archibald Stansfeld Belaney -- was exposed. He was one of the first Pretendians.

Fast foward to this weekend, when celebrated Canadian author Thomas King told the meeja that he was shocked, shocked to find out that, despite believing so nearly all his life, he is not an Indian Indigenous First Nations person. 

Like Mr Belaney, Mr King wrote books about Indians, including The Truth About Stories: A Native Narrative and The Inconvenient Indian: A Curious Account of Native People in North America. Now, in a piece for the Groan & Wail [Globe & Mail, shurely. Ed.] titled "A most inconvenient Indian", the California born author says he learned of rumours several years ago that questioned his heritage. 

Mr King says he made a concerted effort this year to find their origin, which brought him to an American organization called Tribal Alliance Against Frauds, which investigated his past with help from a University of British Columbia scholar, and found no Cherokee heritage. 

Mr King writes that he did not purposefully pretend to have Indigenous roots. His father left the family when he was only 3, he says, and his mother rarely spoke of the man but said he was part Cherokee. King says the revelation a couple of weeks ago was "so very devastating, though 'devastating' is too pedestrian a word. At 82, I feel as though I’ve been ripped in half, a one-legged man in a two-legged story. Not the Indian I had in mind. Not an Indian at all."

Well, I'll take his word for it, as long as he promises never again to read out the Stolen Land Acknowledgment which is now de rigueur at all public events and ceremonies in the Great No-longer-white North.

VIDEO: Climate alarmists WRONG; Dilbert RIGHT

I see the COP30 summit in Belém, Brazil has already degenereated into bickering and brawls between the eco-wienies, climate alarmists and the indigenous people who think the whole leftie schmooze-fest is a waste of money which should be going to help them.

For those who were saying "Wut?", COP30 is the 30th annual United Nations climate change conference. About 50,000 people, including diplomats and "climate experts" from more than 190 countries (but somehow excluding Greta Thunberg) started beating their gums on Monday about the climate "crisis" and its "devastating impacts", including the rising frequency of extreme weather.

The hosts have a packed agenda, with 145 meetings planned to discuss the green fuel transition and global warming as well as the failure [Did they really use that word? Ed.] to implement past promises. 

Andre Correa do Lago, president of this year's conference, emphasised that negotiators engage in "mutirao", a Brazilian word derived from an Indigenous word that refers to a group uniting to work on a shared task. In a statement published on Sunday, he wrote, "Either we decide to change by choice, together, or we will be imposed change by tragedy. We can change. But we must do it together."

Apparently the indigenous people aren't on the same page. Last night, tussles erupted between protesters and security guards -- COP30 cops  -- when a group of indigenous and non-indigenous people (Pretendians?) stormed the conference centre in Belém. Several dozen men and women, some in brightly coloured feather headdress, ran through the entrance, pushing at least one door off its hinges, before striding through the metal detectors. 

At least one non-indigenous man was carrying a banner that read "Our forests are not for sale!" Others wore T-shirts saying "Juntos" (= Together).They waved banners and chanted until being forcibly removed. 

It is not yet clear who was responsible for the intrusion, but at least one observer was impressed. "At last, something has happened here," said Juan Carlos Monterrey-Gómez, a Panamanian climate negotiator.

Also unclear is whether Sr Monterrey-Gómez or any of the other dips and "experts" have read "Three tough truths about climate", by none other than Bill Gates, published on October 28th. The subhead: "What I want everyone at COP30 to know". And here's the lede:

"There’s a doomsday view of climate change that goes like this: In a few decades, cataclysmic climate change will decimate civilization. The evidence is all around us—just look at all the heat waves and storms caused by rising global temperatures. Nothing matters more than limiting the rise in temperature. 

"Fortunately for all of us, this view is wrong. [!!!]  Although climate change will have serious consequences—particularly for people in the poorest countries—it will not lead to humanity’s demise. People will be able to live and thrive in most places on Earth for the foreseeable future. 

"Emissions projections have gone down, and with the right policies and investments, innovation will allow us to drive emissions down much further. Unfortunately, the doomsday outlook is causing much of the climate community to focus too much on near-term emissions goals, and it’s diverting resources from the most effective things we should be doing to improve life in a warming world."

Cazart!!! Did Bill Gates, the man who now only foresaw the future but created it, really say there's no need for climate alarm?  Perhaps he finally got around to reading The Dilbert Future, by Scott Adams (Harperbusiness, 1997)? Here's a slightly edited excerpt from the first chapter.

"Whenever humans notice a bad trend, they try to change it. The prediction of doom causes people to do things differently and avoid the doom. Any doom that can be predicted won't happen.

"Example: The world's population will grow faster than the food supply, and we'll all starve to death. Human response: Scientists realized you can call just about anything a "meat patty".

"Example: Petroleum reserves will be depleted in twenty years. Human response: Scientists discovered oil in their own hair.

"Example: Communism will spread to the rest of the world. Human response: All Communists became ballerinas and defected."

The point is that none of those predictions came true once we started worrying about them. That's the way it always works.

Those who think Scott Adams need not be taken seriously because he's "just a cartoonist" trying to make some money (not subtitle on the cover) should check out this video "'Fact Checking' The Dilbert Future after 25 years", recorded a little over three years ago by Dr Jon Padfield. He looks at 10 of the 65 predictions Scott Adams made in 1997, and finds that of the 10 predictions, 7 had already come true and 3 were on track to come true.

If Greta Thunberg tells me the world is going to burn to a crisp sometime soon, and Scott Adams tells me it's not, I think I'm on solid ground to believe Mr Adams. And I'll have a good laugh as he explains.

Mr Adams' super-popular Dilbert comic strip got cancelled by the lickspittle media in February of 2023 after he made comments on YouTube calling Black Americans [sic] "a hate group" and urging white Americans [no "sic"' to "get the hell away" from them. Mr Adams said he expected that to happen.

Fortunately for people who think, Scott Adams is still on YouTube. If you are retired or unemployed or have very long coffee breaks, you can enjoy Real Coffee with Scott Adams every day. Walt recommends his podcast highly, especially for days when it seems like our society is going down the tubes. No, Mr Adams says, not yet!

Canada's House of Death

The world leader pictured at lower right [should be left, no? Ed.] is Blackie McBlackface, Prime Minister of Canuckistan, with the dog who doubles as his deputy and Finance Minister. 

The lovely and talented dwarf [Which one is that? Ed.] will have her work cut out for her to find the $6.2 billion ($4.4 billion in real money) needed to pay for M Trudeau's latest attempt to bribe Canadians with their own money, but we'll come to that in a minute.

Her master returned to the House of Commons -- the lower house of Canada's Parliament -- on Wednesday, after a week of swanning around South America telling the Latinx not to worry about Trump, Canada will save the world. 

M Trudeau found things much as he left them, except that his bloated cabine has been reduced to 37 ministers, down from 38 at the beginning of the week. For stats freaks, 37 is 24% of the 153 Liberal Members of Parliament eligible for the extra salary and perqs that go with a cabinete position. How does the US of A manage to get along with a cabinet of only 7 or 8?

Canada's misgovernment will have to get along without the services of the Honourable Randy Boissonnault, who was the Minister of Employment, Workforce Development and Official Languages -- the title tells you all you need to know about Canada -- until he got caught in a web of lies about his racial status.

M Boissonnault has been under the microscope for months, from the House Ethics Committee's scrutiny of his former medical supply business partner's texts and subsequent probing around "the real Randy", to "revisions" of his past claims to indigenous identity. The Notional Pest revealed this week that the honourable minister is not a First Nations (read: Indian -- feathers, not turbans) person, but only a Pretendian. His previous claim that his great-grandmother was Cree was untrue, as was his claim that he had been adopted by a Cree family. That family turned out to be Métis, and in Canada that's a hyuge difference.

M Boissonnault has also previously said that upon re-election, he cut ties with the company he co-founded -- an assertion that’s been in question since last spring -- but faced new scrutiny recently after it came to light that the company claimed to be "Indigenous-owned", thus entitled under Liberal DEI rules to preferential treatment when bidding on federal contracts.  

Friday's announcement that Boissonnault had walked the plank came less than 24 hours after M McBlackface insisted that his only Alberta minister still had a place on the Liberal front benches. During Question Period, Cuckservative Leader Pierre Poilievre snarked, "Up until a minute ago, had a minister with a double identity. The prime minister knew the former minister was directing his business illegally from inside cabinet. He knew the former minister had claimed there was another Randy when there was no other Randy. He knew the former minister had falsely claimed to be Indigenous… yet he stood by him up until yesterday."

Little Potato (that's what the Chinese call him) responded by restating, "the member for Edmonton Centre has stepped down from cabinet to focus on clearing these allegations." So that's all right then.

To take Canucks' minds off this latest scandal, M Trudeau and his dog announced on Thursday a gigantic Christmas Winter Holiday gift to the shivering frostbacks, in the form of a two-month "tax holiday" from the hated GST on numerous items, such as Christmas Winter Holiday trees, to take effect on December 14th. Who buys a Christmas Winter Holiday tree in the middle of December?

But wait (the Gliberals said), there's going to more. Every Canadian who worked in 2023 but made less than C$150,000 will get a cheque for $250. How about that?! Those who were unemployed, and senior Canucks living on their pensions get squat, but that too is all right.

But there's a fly in the ointment. [Isn't there always? Ed.] To be able to cut the cheques, the Gliberals will need to get a supply (American readers, read: appropriations) bill through Parliament, which means the House of Commons since the Canadian Senate is only a rubber stamp. Unfortunately, the House has effectively shut down. 

On Monday, the House will mark two months in which it hasn’t actually done anything. MPs are showing up to work, petitions are being tabled and quips and japes are being hurled across, the floor, but bills aren't getting passed, votes aren't being held and legislation isn't being debated. In other words, the MPs, although collecting their pay, aren't doing anything to earn it.

With no routine supply bills being approved, parts of the federal government could start running out of money as early as December 10th, according to the President of the Treasury Board, who last week tabled a $21.6 billion supply bill, which is simply mouldering on the order paper with everything else. Adding another $6.2 billion won't make life any easier for the Natural Governing Party.

In fact, the Trudeaunians can't do anything at all, owing to the current gridlock, which was caused by a demand by the opposition parties, for access to unredacted copies of documents, including e-mails, related to alleged [LMAO. Ed.] corruption at Sustainable Development Technology Canada (SDTC), a foundation that funds and supports "clean technoloy innovation" (read: greenscam). 

The SDTC is also known as the Green Slush Fund. Back in September, the House (in which the Liberals do not have a majority) passed a motion requiring every scrap of paper related to the SDTC to be handed "forthwith" to the Mounties for "investigation". So far, most of the documents the Liberals have turned over have been severely redacted. Whole passages have been blacked out, and hundreds of pages withheld. 

On September 26th, Speaker Greg Fungus told the Trudeau government that this was against the rules, and that the House of Commons was owed unredacted documents. When the Liberals continued to refuse, the Conservatives responded by seizing the wheel of the House, by tabling a motion to refer the issue to a committee, where the matter has been debated ever since.

Since the debate is on an issue of Parliamentary privilege, it takes precedence over absolutely everything else, including more than a dozen pending bills that haven't been touched in two months. The Bloc Québécois or the NDP could table a motion to end the debate, but they haven’t. Whether the proposal to declare a "tax holiday" will dynamite the log jam remains to be seen.

Canadians are itching to get rid of Chief Walking Goose, and would dearly love him to call a snap election ASAP. It seems more likely that he will hang on until the last minute, which would be 20 October 2025, according to the fixed-date provisions of the Canada Elections Act. Among the Liberal proposals languishing on the Order Paper is one which would postpone the date to 27 October 27, to avoid conflicting with Diwali. Surprised? 

The one-week delay would ensure that dozens of MPs, of all parties, would "serve" (as they call it) long enough to qualify for generous pensions, even if they are defeated in the next go-round. If you're still suprised, you don't understand Trudeau's Canada. But so what. The only things that matter to Canadians are hockey and beer. Watching a game of shinny while slurping up a bucket of suds and whining about the government... that's Canada.

Say it ain't so, Buffy! CBC outs beloved Pretendian

2017, the 150th anniversary of Confederation, was made over by Blackie McBlackface, the Gliberal Prime Minister of all Canuckistan, into the Year of the Indian. It was time for guilty whites to acknowledge that they (or their "colonial" ancestors) stole the Great White North from the peoples who used to be called Indians and Eskimos, forever hence to be known as First Nations;and Inuit, respectively.

Canada's shrinking populaation of whites tried to give the land back to the indigenous ones, but they said they'd rather have money (prefereably US dollars), thank you. So "land acknowledgment ceremonies" became the order of the day, a Confiteor to be repeated at the beginning of any public event and even on radio and TV programmes such as Hockey Night in Canada (the only show that anyone watches).

Six years later, the "truth and reconciliation" bullshit goes on and on. But today the CBC (Canada's state-owned broadcaster) is set to reveal the real truth -- not the same as the fake truth which it normally broadcasts -- about one First Nations person who has become an icon of wokeness not just in Canada but also the US of A. 

Walt refers to Buffy Sainte-Marie, a musician known for decades of "Indigenous activism". CBC’s investigative show The Fifth Estate is scheduled to air tonight an episode titled "Making an Icon".

A description of the episode doesn't name Sainte-Marie but says an icon’s "claims to Indigenous ancestry are being called into question by family members" and that its investigation includes genealogical documentation and historical research.

In a statement yesterday, Ms Sainte-Marie said "I don’t know where I’m from or who my birth parents were, and I will never know. Which is why to be questioned in this way today is painful. To those who question my truth, I say with love, I know who I am."

The octogenarian also posted a video on social media addressing the upcoming episode, saying she has shared her story for 60 years. She called herself "a proud member of the Native community with deep roots in Canada.... But there are also many things I don’t know, which I’ve always been honest about. I don’t know where I’m from, who my birth parents are or how I ended up a misfit in a typical white Christian New England home."

Buffy Sainte-Marie became popular in the hippy-dippy `60s for her singing and songwriting, and used her fame to push the "Lo, the poor Indian" agenda at a time when it wasn't receiving much attention and indigenous women were still called "squaws". Her debut record, It’s My Way!, featured several notable songs, including "Universal Soldier", written about the individual responsibility for war. 

Her appearance on Sesame Street began a symbiotic relationship with the PBS groomerfest which has lasted right up to last year.* Here's a stanza she wrote for her first appearance on the show in 1976.

I’m an Indian and I like sunshine

I’m an Indian and I like friends 

And I am real and I can feel and I’d love to take your hand 

Way heyo he-yo! 

Way heyo he-yo!

*Source: "My time on 'Sesame Street' with Buffy Sainte-Marie", "American Masters" on PBS, 6/12/22. 

Excerpt: Sainte-Marie is iconic. She embodies a combination of fierce activism in her quest to fight for Indigenous rights and dignity and a strong belief that everything and everyone can change and ripen. The lyrics in her songs teach us about the devastating history of colonization while encouraging us to stay hopeful. Her educator roots shine bright in everything she does.

What a shame she isn't really an Indian, or First Nations or whatever. Still, she's the first Pretendian to rise to such lofty heights, even earlier than Fauxcahontas, the Senator who (for the time being) represents the great (?) state of Massachusetts, which is where Ms Sainte-Marie was raised. 

*Further reading if you want to brainwash your kids: "Celebrate Buffy Sainte-Marie and Amplify Indigenous Peoples With Your Kids", PBS (who else), 16/11/22.