Sunday, September 13, 2026

DEI in Transportation Could Be Deadly

In reference to the language issue, it reminded me how the rapid demographic changes in the Hamilton taxi business, beginning in the 1990s impacted the formerly smooth two-way radio dispatch system. By the time the zeroes arrived, radio dispatch communication became nearly impossible. This paved the way for the adoption of distractive and dangerous computerized dispatch systems.

Diversity was definitely not a strength.

It's a good thing, in a way, that the volume of business per cab had declined so significantly over the years to the point where the cabs were moving only about 10% of the time. If it had been busy, like it used to be, with all the cabs in motion, there would have been multiple crashes caused by drivers fiddling with their computer screens instead of having their eyes on the road.

Saturday, September 12, 2026

AI Reviews of Confessions of a Hamilton Cab Driver

META AI

**Confessions of a Hamilton Cab Driver** by Hans Wienhold is exactly what the title promises — and a lot more than that.

### The Premise

It's the story of one man's adventures in the Hamilton taxi business spanning the years from 1977 to 2018. Wienhold frames it with disarming modesty:

> "There is nothing particularly unique about my story. Every cab driver has his own. Not every cab driver gets around to writing a book about it."

Over 255 pages, published May 2023, he drove thousands of customers to their destinations, most happily satisfied if not downright euphoric, and now he finally tells what happened in between dispatch and drop-off. It's also available in French and German.

### What Makes It Work

This isn't a nostalgic love letter to the open road. It's a working driver's manual for survival.

Wienhold gives away many of the trade secrets used by smart drivers to avoid "dead calls" (no customer to pick up) or "pukers" (mainly to be found at closing time, on bar calls). Chapter titles like "Groceries," "My first dead trip," and "Hookers" tell you he is not romanticizing.

The best anecdotes come when the job collides with real life. Road Warrior News, in its review of the book, singled out this one:

> For the last few years of his life, my father was a resident in a nursing home... the social worker turned to me and said, "You're a taxi driver. Can't you get him a hooker?"

That dry, unshockable timing is the book's engine.

He is upfront about the ethics too:

> "Some will find my tactics in the trade disagreeable. Others will nod their heads knowingly. Politicians and their regulatory staffers will be outraged."
> "Too bad for them. I already quit."

### Style and Voice

If you have followed Wienhold's Taxi News columns you know the voice. As that Road Warrior review put it: "The most essential gift for a good writer," Ernest Hemingway famously noted, "is a built-in, shockproof, shit detector" — and Wienhold is in a class of his own as a Bullshit Detective.

His official bio leans into it: "Welfare Recipient at Senior's Welfare; Self-Employed; and also, a Climate Scientist at BS Detective Services." The author bio on Amazon is even better: "I am an unemployed taxi driver living in Stoney Creek, Ontario, Canada. Over the course of my working years, I have had forty-five different jobs across a range of industries from sheet metal worker and carpenter, to oil well drilling, bar security, tax preparation, lab technician, taxi driver, and finally, a best smelling author."

The prose is plainspoken, first-person, conversational — no literary pretension, just a guy who has spent 40 years listening in the rearview mirror and has a good memory.

### Hamilton as a Character

While the stories are derived from the way the taxi business operated in Hamilton, Ontario in those times, Wienhold is confident that any taxi driver, just about anywhere in the world will be able to relate to them. He's right, but the Hamilton specificity is what makes it valuable as local history.

You get the one-way streets, the steel-town bar rushes, the pre-Uber era when cash flowed freely and part-time drivers could pick up a shift or two as they needed the money, and then the arrival of Uber — which Wienhold famously parodied in his "Travis meets Travis" video () — and the regulatory collapse that followed.

It's a small slice of Hamilton history from the front seat.

### Verdict

**Rating: 4.5 / 5 — and Amazon readers seem to agree, currently sitting at 4.6 out of 5 stars**

It's funny, occasionally politically incorrect, deeply practical, and unexpectedly tender. It's not polished memoir in the MFA sense. That's the point. It reads like a cab driver finally got tired of people asking "what's the craziest thing you've seen?" and decided to write it all down at once.

**Who should read it:**

- Any current or former taxi / Uber / Lyft driver in Ontario

- Hamiltonians who want to understand how their city actually moved for 40 years

- Anyone who likes true, unvarnished working-class memoirs — think Studs Terkel meets a Steel City dispatch radio

If you drove cab in this town, you will nod your head knowingly. If you didn't, you will never look at a "No Vacancy" light on Barton Street the same way again.

Review from Google Gemini

Published in May 2023, **"Confessions of a Hamilton Cab Driver"** by Hans Wienhold offers a raw, unfiltered memoir chronicling over four decades behind the wheel in Hamilton, Ontario. Covering his time driving from 1977 through 2018, Wienhold blends local street-level history with a distinct, libertarian-leaning critique of municipal governance and regulation.

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### Core Themes & Content

* **Four Decades of Hamilton History:** Wienhold documents the changing urban landscape of Hamilton—from the bustling, blue-collar nightlife of the late 1970s and 1980s around spots like Augusta Street to the modern, tech-disrupted era.

* **The Behind-the-Scenes Taxi Ecosystem:** The book strips away the romanticism of cab driving, laying bare the day-to-day realities: navigating dispatch systems, dealing with late-night bar crowds, handling erratic passengers, and managing the delicate economics of being an independent driver.

* **Critique of Bureaucracy & Regulations:** A recurring focal point is Wienhold’s fierce resistance to local policy. He details his frustrations with municipal taxi licensing (such as the "equity plate system"), smoking bans, and city hall enforcement, arguing that over-regulation consistently hurt drivers and consumers alike.

* **The Uber Era:** The closing eras of his career tackle the arrival of rideshare apps, offering an insider perspective on how Uber disrupted traditional cab brokerages and municipal taxi structures.

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### Key Strengths

* **Authentic Local Flavor:** Wienhold writes with an unvarnished, direct, and often abrasive voice that reflects decades of working late-night shifts on gritty city streets.

* **Unique Historical Lens:** For readers interested in Hamilton’s local history, the memoir provides a rare, low-level view of the city’s social evolution that official histories rarely capture.

* **Sharp Wit and Cynicism:** Wienhold styles himself as a "bullshit detective," filling the narrative with pragmatic, stubborn humor and colorful anecdotes from his daily interactions.

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### Considerations for Readers

* **Opinionated Stance:** The book is as much a political treatise as it is a collection of cabbie stories. Readers looking purely for lighthearted fare may find the strong anti-regulatory, anti-establishment commentary polarizing.

* **Episodic Structure:** Because it collects decades of individual experiences, the narrative functions more as a series of standalone vignettes and essays rather than a tight, continuous narrative arc.

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### Verdict

**Confessions of a Hamilton Cab Driver** is a compelling read for locals, history buffs, and anyone curious about the taxi industry. It delivers an unedited slice of Hamilton life, served with a heavy dose of working-class cynicism and independent spirit.


Get your copy here.

Censorship at The Hamilton Spectator

I used to send a lot of letters to the editors of papers like the Hamilton Spectator and the Toronto Sun. One out of ten might get published. The mainstream press had a solid choke hold on the kinds of opinions they would allow their subscribers to see.

Along came the internet. I couldn't wait to get on. Google tells me the Hamilton-Wentworth Freenet came online on April 28, 1995. I jumped right on it with my XT compatible clone computer and its 2400 baud modem. It was a fascinating experience. I remember downloading a bitmap of Confederate general Robert E. Lee from the Library of Congress. It must have taken two hours to download. I printed it on my dot matrix printer and framed it. From a distance it looks just like an ordinary black and white photograph. I still have it. A visitor once asked me if that was a picture of my grandfather.

(Note: Click on the images if they appear blurry. A clearer view will pop up.)

The browser was called "Lynx." It was all text-based. I had a monochrome monitor with green text.

While exploring the Lynx browser I tripped across a menu item labelled [View Source.] When I clicked(?) on it, I got my first view of HTML markup language. It looked easy enough so I proceeded to learn it. At the same time, I realized I had discovered a way to circumvent the Junk News oligopoly and publish my "Letters to the Editor" online. What I did not realize at the time was that I was seeing the genesis of Alternative News. And I was participating in it.

It was obvious from the start that the Junk News industry was seriously threatened by this new technology. Then they spent the next thirty years trying to put the genie back in the bottle. Without much success. Fast forward to today and we see the Junk News industry in Canada cannot survive without government subsidies.

I call it Junk News because it is analogous to Junk Food. Junk food for the mind.

At around the same time, the Spectator operated a community Bulletin Board Service. (BBS) They called it "Compuspec," later "Speclink." There were several forums on there and the political debates between the wokerattie and the truly conscious were fierce. In those days, free speech seemed sacred and I was never once censored by the administrators.

My, how things have changed.

My Hamilton Spectator subscription autorenews on September 30, 2026. I have set a reminder on my calendar to cancel my subscription well before they charge my credit card. Why should I pay for such a purveyor of woke propaganda, and an abusive one at that, when I can find the same crud elsewhere for free?

Especially irksome is the Spectator's abusive treatment of its subscribers via its practice of censoring any subscriber comments their man behind the curtain doesn't like.

In today's (Sept 12, 2026) edition they published a report about a guy from Stoney Creek who has been arrested for alleged wilful promotion of hatred, advocating genocide and wilful promotion of antisemitism on X. As is all too typical of government-funded media these days, they almost always omit any description of the offending content. Given that so-called "Hate speech," etc. these days can be just about anything anyone claims to be offended by, it is more important than ever that the reading public be informed of the offending content in order to decide for themselves whether said content qualifies as "Hate speech."

Knowing it's a coin toss, I nevertheless opted to post the first comment to the report.

As usual, there is no description of the offensive tweet. Why are these essential details always kept from public view?

That comment was graciously accepted by the Spec commissars behind the curtain. It sparked some debate. There was the expected contingent of subscribers who defended the decision to keep the offensive tweet hidden from view. Of course, I engaged with some of them. This is when the Spectator's censorship abuse shifted into high gear.

There was more,

And this one:

The message the Hamilton Spectator is sending me is, "Don't bother commenting. Your opinions are not wanted here." Either that, or get used to self-censoring. "Oskee Wee Wee" and Auntie Annie's bake sale is acceptable. Elbows Up! too.

Note that my comments did not attempt to incite hatred of any identity group, did not contain any incitement to genocide, nor even the mildest profanity, yet it still ran afoul of the Spectator's so-called "Community Guidelines."

Now the Spectator is a private company, leaving aside the implications of any bribes it receives from the federal government. It can censor anyone it wants to censor for good reasons, bad reasons, or no reason at all. However, given the sleazy practices I have described here, the reliablity of a platform that purports adhere to the following claim,

Conversations within the Spectator’s news and information platforms offer an opportunity for readers to engage in healthy dialogue, share their thoughts on specific topics and help us foster engagement and transparency with our readership. Conversations, added to select Spectator articles, allow our community of registered users to share thoughtful ideas with other readers and our newsroom.

Conversations are a space to converse about news and information, and the issues they highlight, as well as discuss questions highlighted by the Spectator newsroom. We ask that readers stay on topic with the intended purpose of the Conversations. Feel free to discuss ideas but avoid personal attacks. Universal human rights are not up for debate on our sites.

appears highly disingenous.

Subscribers who find their comments routinely censored by the Spectator commissars will find The Spectator's claim that "the Spectator’s news and information platforms offer an opportunity for readers to engage in healthy dialogue, share their thoughts on specific topics and help us foster engagement and transparency with our readership" laughable.

Of course, any chicken dancers browsing the same comment sections will remain blissfully ignorant of the degree of manipulation being foisted upon them in the background. I doubt chicken dancer opinions are ever censored.

Knowing they conduct themselves in a manner that is not perceptible by the average reader, and thus, deceptive, do you really think it's worth paying for a Spec subscription?

I don't.

They can block me out on their own platform, but they can't hide their nefarious activities as long alternative platforms exist.


Other examples of Spectator censorship.

On Hamilton's proposal to mandate air conditioning in rental units.

On Hamilton Dive Bars.

On Hamilton's woke transportation fantasies.

On the LRT


AI Reviews of Confessions of a Hamilton Cab Driver

Friday, September 11, 2026

Before the arrival of European Colonists Bullshit

You just can't escape the bullshit. As part of an effort on my part to take a break from monitoring the cesspool of politics, I allocate the later hours of the evenings to watching movies and TV series. But, no matter where you turn, you find your nose being rubbed in woke bullshit.

For example, the very first line in the opening shot of the movie "The Bygone," on Amazon Prime says "Before the arrival of European colonists, sexual violence was virtually nonexistent on North American soil."

Some of the reading I have recently done to better acquaint myself with the Native peoples of North America contradicts that assertion. For example, one question I asked Brave was, "did Matonabbee murder his wife?" The answer it returned was,



"Yes, historical accounts indicate that Matonabbee murdered one of his spouses. According to explorer Samuel Hearne, Matonabbee killed a wife who had cast doubt on his ability to satisfy his many other wives, an act Hearne described as stemming from Matonabbee's jealousy which sometimes took him "beyond the bounds of humanity."

While Hearne generally portrayed Matonabbee in positive terms, he acknowledged this specific incident of domestic violence. Matonabbee was a prominent Chipewyan leader and fur trade intermediary who later died by suicide in 1782 after the destruction of Fort Prince of Wales."


Where do these script writers get the balls to spew such unmitigated horseshit? Can I ask that question in Canada without fear of arrest and possible jail time?

Then I asked Meta AI, "Is it true that Before the arrival of European colonists, sexual violence was virtually nonexistent on North American soil?"

Meta AI answers,


No, that is not true.

Sexual violence has existed in every region of the world throughout human history, including in North America before 1492. The claim that it was "virtually nonexistent" contradicts both the anthropological record and the internal legal norms of Indigenous societies themselves.


There seems to be absolutely no escape from woke bullshit these days.

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

"Credentialled" Scientists

Oh bollocks. It was a link to an X post by Tony Heller. Debunked as pseudoscience by whom? The scamsters that compiled that debunked list of 11,000 "scientists" who signed the same "Emergency Declaration" I signed back in 2019?

I have been following Heller's work for about a decade now. He has done excellent work exposing the AGW fraud time and time again, from alleged rising sea levels, to "wild" fires, to the fraudulent tampering with temperature data and every other slick trick used by these high priests of the climate scam to keep the chicken dancers scared and the government cash flowing.

If you want to talk about "debunked" climate claims, just google, "list global warming predictions that were proved wrong" and check out the results.

I am sick and tired of climate saps invoking the "credentialled" scientists mantra in defence of the global planned economy agenda. Ezra Levant did an excellent exposé of that fake "Scientists Warning" back in 2019. It was pants-pissing funny. Some examples of the "scientist" signatories:

- a "Relationships advisor,"
- a vocational school teacher,
- a lawyer,
- a light bulb manufacturer,
- a family physician,
- a physiology teacher,
- a running instructor,
- a kid's author,
- and an expert in reincarnation
- and more ridiculous examples of "scientists."

When I came across the page inviting signatories I immediately saw through the mountain of bullshit, (See Ezra's report,) so I decided to sign the list myself just to see if it would be included in the list of "scientists." It was. And thanks to Ezra's exposé, the creators of that list ended up with a whole lot of chicken dancer egg on their faces. The Hamilton Spectator interviewed me about it. I insisted the interview be conducted via email rather than on the phone since I was already familiar with their sleazy quoting tactics and I wanted to keep a record of the correspondence in case they applied their usual slimy spin on my words.

When their report was published online, they must have been half asleep because they gave it the heading, "Retired Hamilton cabbie gets himself on list of fake scientists declaring climate emergency." What a laugh that was. They corrected that headline for the paper edition. I believe it was due to my insistence on an email interview that the report was about as fair and accurate as can be expected from the Spectator for the most part.

Note from the Spec report,

"Three undergraduate students were among the five scientists from McMaster to sign the declaration. One student studies ecology and the other two are in physics. Spokesperson Gord Arbeau refused to say whether the three students are employed by McMaster as scientists or whether the university considers them scientists."

Not climate scientists.

Also from the Spec report,

"Given the sheer number of people endorsing this important declaration, an administrative error unfortunately saw the inclusion of a small number of invalid names," reads a statement on the website, where the list was originally accessible."

Administrative error? Of course it was exactly the kind of "administrative error" anyone with half a brain might expect when they launch a campaign that allows anyone to sign up. Only a naive sap would buy that crap.

Finally, from the same report,

"The final two signatories from McMaster are working scientists. Sebastian Irazuzta is a an environmental biologist and PhD candidate. Daniel Traylor is a postdoctoral fellow in the department of kinesiology."

Kinesiology.

Not climate scientists.

They are individuals who have been firmly indoctrinated into climate cultism. These days, any alleged expert in just about any field can be counted upon to dutifully blame everything from disfunction in Indigenous communities, to the proliferation of potholes, to ingrown toenails and post nasal drip on "climate change." Five hundred years ago these same personality types would be blaming every negative event on the displeasure of their God(s). Probably the same people who advised people to inhale the fumes from public latrines to protect them from the Black Plague. It would make great comedy if not for its deadly serious consequences.

So, again, who but a sap swallows this climate scam horseshit hook, line, and sinker? Instead of slurping up the slop you are being fed by politicians and popular corporate media, and regurgitating it on social media, I suggest you learn how to think for yourself.

https://youtu.be/Vs3ZPGLPiss

Retired Hamilton cabbie gets himself on list of fake scientists declaring climate emergency

DEI in Transportation Could Be Deadly

In reference to the language issue, it reminded me how the rapid demographic changes in the Hamilton taxi business, beginning in the 1990s...