Censorship at The Hamilton Spectator

Update: September 30, 2026.

In the runnup to Canada's National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, A.K.A. "Orange Shirt Day," the Spectator pumped out some propaganda reinforcing the divisive and dishonest native genocide narrative with gusto. It pumped out an opinion piece titled, "Orange Shirt Day: Why ‘Every child matters’ still needs to be said." I posted a few comments to that propagandistic rant and every one of them were censored by the Spectator behind-the-curtain commissars. It did not suprise me. I post comments fully expecting them to be censored, but in so doing they provide me with documentary evidence of their sleazy manipulation of information and opinion they present to the public.

Here are some screenshots:

The piece appeared in the September 29, 2026 edition of the Spectator, As of 4:30 p.m. of September 30, it it is evident that the Spectator commissar(s) only permitted four comments to see the light of day.

This is how the Spectator abuses its readers.

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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.

Update, September 14, 2026 in This Report: They did it again.

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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

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AI Reviews of Confessions of a Hamilton Cab Driver

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,

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"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."

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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,

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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.

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

"Credentialled" Scientists

This summer may have been the coldest on record at the North Pole. Temperatures never got above freezing, despite continuous sunlight for months. The Arctic melting scam is dying in real time.https://t.co/YzVgxDhIlL https://t.co/6CGFDJxMWt pic.twitter.com/qcU221SIan

— Tony Heller 🇺🇸 🇯🇵 (@TonyClimate) September 4, 2026

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.

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

Who is This?

Who does remind you of?

Popping the Stand - An Oil Rig Story

On the second rig I ever worked on, I had gained a certain amount of experience, about eight months worth, and had moved up two steps on the promotional ladder, to motorman. One day a new guy was hired. I was already able to take one look at a new hire and predict whether he would last three days. But this guy was hard to gauge. One of the roughnecks directed the new guy to the change shack - where you change into your work clothes, not where you get coins for the coke machine. He came to work wearing denim jeans and jacket. He told the roughneck he didn't need to change. (And he had his own Coke.) Gossip travels fast on the rigs. That roughneck promptly reported the exchange to the rest of the crew. We had a good laugh at that.

Then the guy made the mistake of commenting to one of the cooks as they watched us perform the operation seen in this video. He told her, "They'll never get me up there doing that." Again, gossip travels fast on the rigs. She told one of the roughnecks, and he told Art, the driller. When Art heard that, he said, "Oh yeah? Well, we'll get him up here for the next connection."

A short while later, we had to "Trip out," I.E. pull all of the pipe out of the hole to change the bit. Art dragged the new guy in his denims up to "the floor" to participate. The holes in the drillbit were plugged, which meant the drilling mud remained in the pipe. Thus, each 18 meter stand was full of drilling mud, about 29 gallons worth, and 18 meters worth of pressure from a column of dense mud. It created a circumstance resembling an elephant with explosive diarrhea.

There were three ways to separate the pipes when they were full of mud. There was a tool called a "mud can" that could be wrapped around the tool joint - the point where two pipes were threaded together. It shunted the unwanted mud off via a hose into the sump. The problem with this approach was it was time-consuming and there was very little tolerance on the rigs for time-consuming activities.

My two co-workers were from rural Ontario. They were decent guys and we worked well together up on the floor. They only had a couple of months in, but they had passed the interview process and we synced well together on the floor. A well-sycned crew and driller is like an orchestra, believe it or not. I can still see the mischieveous grins on their faces as New Guy came up to the floor in his country and western duds. As rotten and miserable as rig work was in those days, we all sensed we were going to have a bit of fun that night, albeit at someone else's expense. At least the guy didn't lose an arm or leg.

A slightly faster method would involve the driller gently separating the two pipes so that most of the mud would just trickle down around the lower pipe, through the rig floor and into the cellar, to be cleaned up by one of the roughnecks later. This was the technique that was used most of the time.

But Art was in a hurry. The three of us with experience donned our yellow slickers in preparation for what we knew was going to be a messy job. The new guy didn't see any need to.

Art decided to use the fastest method, called "Popping the stand." Once the pipes were unscrewed, he would jerk the upper stand loose. If you ever saw the movie "Perfect Storm" with George Cluny, you know what came next, only, this wasn't seawater, it was thick grey drilling mud. About thirty gallons worth in each pop.

That poor new guy in his denim jean outfit was covered in mud from head to toe. Maybe he changed his clothes when he got home.

Art was a real screamer with zero patience which wasn't uncommon in Alberta rig culture in the late 1970s. He wouldn't bother you as long as you did your job, but if not, he was Gunnery Sergeant Lawrence Hartman from Full Metal Jacket. And he could be cruel at times. Maybe that was necessary.

"You fuck up on an oil rig and I goddamn guarantee you a trip out of the lease... in an ambulance! Out here, assholes, you keep your shit wired tight at all times!"

Paraphrasing Sgt. Barnes in "Platoon."

As we unscrewed one of the connections, a narrow stream of mud came squirting out aimed directly at Art in his nice clean orange coveralls. He immediately ordered the new recruit to stand in front of the mud stream, preventing it from soiling Art's coveralls. What the heck, he was already covered in mud, anyway. Art looked at the rest of us with a sly smirk on his face as if to say, "I finally found something this guy is good for."

It was around that time I started to understand why rig job interviews were so short and sweet.

Driller: "You got any experience?"

Applicant: "Yes, I worked roughneck and motors."

Driller: "Go change your clothes." Meaning you're hired.

The real part of the interview lasted over the next three days. If you were still there on Day 4, you passed.

That new guy? He failed the interview. That was the last time we saw him. He fired himself.

The Paradox of Higher Education Part II

This is part II of my recent essay, The "Higher Education" Paradox.

Here is a definition of astronomy from the Merriam-Webster online dictionary.

astronomy

noun

as·tron·o·my

plural astronomies

Simple Definition

: the study of objects and matter outside the earth's atmosphere and of their physical and chemical properties

The Merriam-Webster entry goes on to explain the difference between astronomy and astrology.

Did you know?

The Difference Between Astronomy and Astrology

Some may find it easy to confuse astronomy and astrology. At one time, these two words actually were synonymous (that is, astronomy once meant what astrology means today), but they have since moved apart from each other. In current use, astronomy is concerned with “the study of objects and matter outside the earth's atmosphere,” while astrology is the purported divination of how stars and planets influence our lives. Put bluntly, astronomy is a science, and astrology is not.

When I was in Grade 11 at Westmount High School, one of the courses I took was physics. Due to the time of day, perhaps, second period in the morning, or the monotonous drone of the teacher, my routine was the same every single day. I would sit down in my spot at the lab bench, put my head down, and sleep for the next forty-five minutes. One day, the teacher interupted my studies to ask me if I was okay. I told him I was fine and went back to sleep. I was always partially awake during lab exercises because I had to stand and perform certain motions. Thanks to those exercises, I managed to pick up a thing or two pertaining to the science of physics. But not much.

I dropped out of Grade 13 at HCI after not quite completing the first semester and started working for a living. A short while later, I borrowed a copy of Isaac Asimov's book, "The Universe." I loved it. While reading it, I realized that some of the physics I had picked up osmotically in Grade 11 helped me to understand some of the concepts Asimov described, like the Doppler Effect, and why it had led astronomers to conclude that the universe was expanding.

That experience helped me realize that there was some value in education and motivated me to take another stab at Grade 13 with a focus on math and science. I got my diploma.

A few years later, I studied chemistry at Mohawk College.

The point I am trying to make is that I have a certain understanding of what science is and how it works.

Here is an example of "Indigenous Astronomy." This is not what I think of when I think of "astronomy." And when this is promoted as a form of astronomy, it's an example of what I call government-funded BULLSHIT.

Imagine you are a young student who has been taught "astronomy" in this woman's class. The odds are high that you will have a very different understanding of "astronomy" from mine. If this type of pedagogy continues to spread in Canada's so-called "education" system, God help us all.

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The "Higher Education" Paradox

One thing I have noticed over the years is that too many of the supposedly "Educated" people I have met, read, or watched online, rarely know what they are talking about. Or maybe I am the idiot. So I have been told in many of my encounters, in person, and on social media. Censors at the Hamilton Spectator seem to consider my level of idiocy so profound that they consider it a violation of their "Community Standards" and delete about half of my comments on their "news" and opinion articles.

I met an old high school acquaintance one night in the early 1980s at the Winking Judge pub. It was around the time Canada was still reeling from the double-digit inflation of the print and spend effects of the first Trudeau administration. Catching up, he revealed that he had graduated from university, I think it was McMaster, with a degree in economics and was now employed in that capacity with the Ontario government.

Since inflation was a hot topic at that time, I described the Monetarist Theory of Inflation to him. His response surprised the hell out of me.

"Hmmm, I've never heard of that! It kind of makes sense."

I didn't say anything but I was thinking, "You have a university degree in economics but you have never heard of the Monetarist Theory of Inflation. WTF kind of education is that?"

My second thought was, "It figures you got a government job."

Over the next forty plus years I have had many similar such encounters.

Another personal observation of the degradation in the value of academic credentials occurred while I was attending the Chemical Engineering Technician program at Mohawk college.

In September, 1981, there were over forty students in the class. Some had to stand in the classrooms for lack of seats. That problem started to rectify almost immediately. Within a few months, many had dropped out and there was plenty of seating. How much government money had been pissed away by that, I do no know. By the time graduation rolled around, two years later, there were only a few of us left. I can't remember exactly how many, but it was something like 11 or 14.

Among the graduates were two guys who took three years to complete the two-year program. One of my lab partners also graduated. I've never known anyone to work as hard as he did, yet learn nothing. As the last semester wound down, I observed him and another struggling student at the front of the class asking the teacher to explain acid/base reactions. That was something we were supposed to have learned in the first semester.

Already well advanced in my libertarian/conservative thinking, I noted the event as just one more example of the failure of government-engineered programs to achieve their purported goals, indeed they usually accomplish the exact opposite, and to accomplish this at the cost of massive missallocation of human resources and capital. And I was a little ticked off. These guys would have the same credential as me, but neither were competent. What would the value of a Mohawk College Chemical Technician's Diploma have if that Chemical Engineering Technician "Graduate" were hired on that basis, only to blow up or release a deadly gas into the employer's lab?

One of those guys got a job working on an assembly line, which is what he wanted to do all along. He entered the college course under pressure from his parents. Two years of his life were wasted in addition to the tax dollars wasted on his "education." Well, he did learn what a graduated cylinder is, and what a gas is. But was it worth all of those subsidies?

As an example of the danger he represented, I will describe what happened in the lab one day. After forty-plus years, the details are a little foggy, but the salient point is still fresh. We were doing something involving orlon fibres. Part of the procedure involved collecting 5 mL of hydrazine sulphate solution in a graduated cylinder. My lab partner could barely read. He had slightly adapted to this learning deficit by reading the lab instructions out loud. As he read his procedure notes aloud, he would use a different word every time he encountered the word, "Orlon." It came out variously as "Orion," Olean," and "Oreo," etc. Made me think of cookies. Then it struck me. I told him one of the reasons he was having such difficulty with this program was that he could not read. I suggested he consider taking a remedial reading course. He was insulted. He indignantly informed me that he had won awards for literature at this high school. Yeah. Even in the early 1980s, Ontario schools were graduating students who could not read, and colleges like Mohawk were accepting them. This signaled a potential problem, I thought, especially in the vacinity of hazardous materials.

The quality of his high school's history department was no better than their literature department. One time, I asked him if he knew who Adolf Hitler was. Without hesitation, he replied, "Of course, everybody knows that. Hitler was an Australian who defected to the Nazis." Maybe he read it wrong?

Back to the hydrazine sulphate. When he read those words, he said, "Hydrogen Sulfide" (H2S.) H2S is a deadly gas. While working on an oil rig outside of High River, Alberta, we hit H2S. I was not on shift at the time. The night crew hit the H2S. They were lucky the driller ignored the consultant's command to crack open the drill pipe before ordering a roughneck to test for the gas, or the whole crew might have died. They completed their work wearing supplied-air respirators (SARs). When I woke up that morning, the smell of rotten eggs permeated the camp.There were no SARs in the lab at Mohawk. I don't know which college that consultant attended.

So my lab partner picked up a 10 mL graduated cylinder and started ambling toward the fume hood where a canister of deadly H2S was waiting. I did not immediately warn him. I wanted to see how far he would go. To his credit, he stopped about halfway to the fume hood, scratched his head, and walked back to me. He said, "How am I supposed to collect 5 mL of hydrogen sulfide? It's a gas." I explained to him that the recipe did not call for H2S, and reminded him again about the advisability of a remedial reading course.

Six Months Later

I received a call from the Mohawk placement office in late September, 1983. The guy on the phone asked me if I would be interested in working in a research lab in Kingston, Ontario. He sounded almost frantic. We're counting on you to get this job. It will give Mohawk a foot in the door for future graduates. The first two guys we sent up failed the technical interviews miserably. I asked for the names of the two failed candidates. They were the two who took three years to complete the two year course. I knew they were the wrong choice because, in class, whenever they answered a question, they got the answer wrong almost 100% of the time. I was thinking, "Well, duh!" Not that the technical questions were difficult. I recall a question about gas laws, like "what happens to the volume of a gas if its temperature is increased?"

Speaking of science, when my youngest son was in Grade 8, I asked him what his favourite subject was. He said, "Science." Then I asked him what he was learning in science class. I was expecting a list of basic scientific concepts like precipitation, evaporation, freezing, sublimation, and so on; the kind of stuff I learned in public school. Instead, his answer stunned me. "Global Warming." (This is how they baste their chickens for future votes.)

Another time, I was with my daughter, who would have been in about Grade 6 at the time when we heard the name "Al Gore" mentioned on the radio. I asked her if she knew who Al Gore was. Her answer blew me away, too. "Yes. We saw his movie in school."

These kids were not being taught science. They were being propagandized. At public expense. More tax dollars were being pissed away to make con artists like Al Gore rich.

One thing I noticed an social media during the Covid mass hysteria event was the number of people who would confidently urge sceptics to "Believe in the science." This was when it occurred to me, based on the insights my kids gave me, that the word "Science" had different meanings to different people. And that a lot of naive young minds exposed to climate scam propaganda in "Science" classes walked away believing that the word "Science" was nothing more than a series of declarations made by their woke teachers and so-called "Scientists." And that many, perhaps most of them had never actually been exposed to any real science. (See Retired Hamilton cabbie gets himself on list of fake scientists declaring climate emergency. Get the "list of fake scientists" part. They fixed that in the paper edition.)

Finally, which political parties attract support from the cohorts with supposedly "Higher Educations?"

I asked Brave.

First, the Americans.

Which party do better educated Americans vote for?

Americans with college degrees now predominantly vote for the Democratic Party, marking a significant reversal from the mid-20th century when higher education correlated with Republican support. This "diploma divide" has widened since roughly 2000, with college-educated voters drifting toward Democrats while those without four-year degrees have shifted toward the Republicans.

Current polling data highlights this split:

Bachelor’s degree or higher: The Democratic Party holds a 13-point advantage (55% Democratic vs. 42% Republican).

Postgraduate degrees: The Democratic lead is even starker, with 61% identifying as or leaning Democratic compared to 37% Republican.

Without a bachelor’s degree: The Republican Party holds a 6-point advantage (51% Republican vs. 45% Democratic).

This realignment is driven by cultural and social factors, as college-educated Americans tend to be more liberal on issues like social values and environmental policy, while non-college voters increasingly prioritize populist economic messages associated with the GOP. (Duh!)

What about Canadians?

Which party do better educated Canadians vote for?

Better educated Canadians in Canada tend to vote for left-leaning parties, specifically the Liberal Party and the New Democratic Party (NDP), while support for the Conservative Party has increasingly concentrated among less educated voters since the 1990s.

Liberal and NDP Support: University-educated voters are significantly more likely to support the Liberals and NDP, a trend attributed to their socially liberal positions and focus on issues like climate change and social equity.

Conservative Decline: The Conservative Party has seen a substantial decline in support from higher-educated demographics, with the party becoming increasingly reliant on voters with lower education levels.

Economic vs. Cultural Divide: While higher education correlates with left-leaning voting, higher income remains a stronger predictor of right-leaning support; however, the "diploma divide" has become a dominant factor, with educated voters prioritizing cultural and social values over pure economic self-interest.

Recent Trends: Despite the general trend, some recent polling indicates a shift among young, less economically secure voters toward the Conservatives, though this group does not necessarily represent the highest education levels.

"Highest education levels." Like the "economist" who had never heard of the Monetarist Theory of Inflation?

Need I say more? The higher the "Education" the greater the odds that they are dumber than two buckets of shit. They are not "Better educated." They are more thoroughly brainwashed.

I knew how this would evolve as a result of my visit to the McMaster University Bookstore, circa 1982. I browsed the polisci and economics sections to find some free-market oriented books. What I saw was that most of the available books consisted of left wing horseshit, Marxism, etc. As the result says, "University-educated voters are significantly more likely to support the Liberals and NDP, a trend attributed to their socially liberal positions and focus on issues like climate change and social equity." There's no mystery here because they have been marinated in commie ideology since Kindergarten.

Conclusion.

This phenomenon is not just endemic to Canada and the USA. It prevails across all of Western Civilization from Europe to Australia and New Zealand. The new word is wokery, but it goes back a lot further. The worm really started to turn in the 1960s. The weak and congenitally useless are now in charge. Just look at your elected representatives. And it has been accelerating.

Second Conclusion

Western civilization is fucked. It will take 1,000 years to extricate ourselves from this muck, if we ever do. I don't want to travel on this ship of fools but I don't think I have much choice.

Marshal McLuhan said, "To make an invisible environment visible, we must step outside it," and "Once you see the boundaries of your environment, they are no longer the boundaries of your environment."

When it comes to chicken dancer thinking, I have always been an outsider, a part of the lunatic fringe. I have been observing the evolution of chicken dancer "thinking" from the outside for fifty years. Ayn Rand was right. What I see leaves me with no sense of optimism. I hope I am wrong.

Now on to what inspired this rant. It's well worth a read.

On the rot in higher education

Part II

And then there is the matter of Jason Arday.

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