Why, yes, Jordan Peterson *is* a monstrous fucking fraud.

Like I had to explain that to you:

Yes, I used the word "fraud." Fucking sue me.

Got confit?

Some serious duck confit going down at CC HQ:

The ribs slow-cooking in the oven are just a bonus.

So it's true ...

... she really does think as slowly as you'd heard.

JUXTAPOSE!

Rebel Media's Ezra Levant, who wrote 47,905,826 blog posts about Omar Khadr, lectures us on obsession:

Tune in next week when the Sun's Lorrie Goldstein laments the decline in journalistic standards in Canada these days.

Got duck?

My buddy Dr. Dawg and I hit the local supermarket the instant a mountain of duck parts went on sale:

Yeah, we're going to be experimenting with duck recipes for months. It's going to be just ducky.

How much time do you have?

Seriously, make yourself comfortable:

Where would I even begin?

Got perch?

Yet another iteration of Umbrian fish soup ... this time, let's start with two pounds of Atlantic perch fillets ...

Next, get onions, celery and garlic into the pan ...

Shortly thereafter, dump everything in ...

... and, voila ...

... all in my new copper saute pan. Yeah, I could get used to this.

I look forward to the moral support.

I'm sure it's just a matter of time until Lindsay Shepherd and her supporters demand my re-instatement on Twitter. Any minute now, right? Annnnnnny minute now ...

P.S. I'm kidding, of course. Shepherd is as much of a pathetic hypocrite as Ezra Levant, and Jordan Peterson, and Jon Kay, and Lorrie Goldstein, and that worthless, gutless hack Martin Patriquin, and ... oh, hell, I could go on. I think you catch my drift.

Journamalism, as it were.

Candice Malcolm is a journalist. Seriously, she makes a living doing journalism. She actually gets paid for journalizing.

Don't try this at home, kids ... Candice is a professional.

Dumbass motherfucking twatwaffle.

Man, it's such a relief that I was banned from Twitter permanently so we could restore honesty, integrity and civility to motherfucking Twitter.

P.S. Jesus fucking Christ, the embarrassment.

Dear NRA: Stay classy.

The devil is always in the details, isn't it?

Oh, look ... Rebel Media has a shiny new contributor:

It is a bit weird that that bio is kind of sketchy on details ... "former political campaign manager" ... for who, exactly? You'd think that kind of information would be important, oh, wait, here we go:

Yeah, admitting he was associated with UKIP would be kind of handy. It's those details that really make or break a biography, wouldn't you say?

BY THE WAY, how are those gosh-darn adorable UKIPers doing these days? Keeping busy? Oh ...

In other words, same old, same old. Plus ca change and all that.

Mmmmmm ... trout.

Umbrian fish soup with sizable chunks of steelhead trout, in my awesome new Falk copper saute pan:

Enjoy your tater tots, peasants.

Sure, that response seems reasonable.

One Jordan Peterson gets an unfavourable book review; he does not take it well:

I remember the old days when explicitly promoting violence got one kicked off of Twitter. Yeah, good times, good times ...

Still pitching the perfect game.

Most of the way through this online Hyperledger course, and perfect test scores so far:

Pretty sure I could stop now and still pass but why pass up on the chance for perfection?

SMOKIN! Perfect score on all the lab work ...

... now time to prep for the final. Go ahead ... ask me about blockchains.

VICTORY IS MINE! That was a nasty final but I prevailed.

Son of Phoenix.

Apparently, IBM is as inept at simple conference registration as they are at writing payroll systems.

JUXTAPOSE!

Canada's right whingers who are still high-fiving each other over my banishment from Twitter now joyously celebrate Lindsay Shepherd's new vehicle to provide a forum for (wait for it ... wait for it ...) "unpopular opinions."

Seriously. You can't make this up. You just can't.

"Deadbeat": See "conservative."

Richard Warman has the details.

P.S. Astonishingly (or perhaps not so astonishingly), this is the second bankruptcy for Connie Fournier, whose monthly discretionary expenses lists $300/month for smoking. The mind reels.

Yeah, I'm going to be a blockchain expert.

Three chapters down, and 100% across the board so far ...

Yeah, I'm that good.

UPPITY DATE: Still perfect ...

Well, who could have seen *this* coming?

I see Lindsay Shepherd is putting her time to good use:

Coming in April: Gavin McInnes, to address the issue, "A few things I think about Jews."

Special guest: Sheila Gunn Reid and her thoughts on Middle East diplomacy:

Afterwards, Sheila will interact with the audience:

21-month aged Tennessee country ham ...

... the other white meat.

Can Laura Loomer and Gavin McInnes be far behind?

This is astonishingly depressing.

In case you can't get to the article, here's the salient part:

There are no words.

Kijiji has been bery, bery good to me lately.

I almost feel like I need to cook something now.

Is it just me ...

... or have spammers gotten incredibly lazy these days?

I mean, they know I can see their header information, right?

Someone had to say it.

There you go ...

...

P.S. If you think Jordan Peterson's vacuous droolings sound vaguely familiar, well, yeah.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass."

"Stormy Daniels told me where that hand has been, thanks."

Hypocrisy, thy name is Ezra.

Ezra Levant is all about free speech:

Oh, wait, no, he's not:

I'm so confused.

At some point, everyone runs out of patience. And I just did.

In the beginning (back in 2010), there was my resounding victory over one Patrick "Twatsy" Ross, who fancied himself so clever that he did not even file a defense when I sued him for defamation, resulting in Patrick being found in default and my being awarded a whopping $85,000 in damages and costs for libel the judge described as "clearly malicious":

This was followed by two years of chasing Patrick around Alberta trying to enforce said judgment, until Patrick simply declared personal bankruptcy to escape the judgment. Unsurprisingly, I opposed his absolute discharge from bankruptcy, and the registrar saw things totally my way, describing Patrick's conduct as "reprehensible" and slapping him upside the head, requiring him to pay me $34,000 over 14 years:

Fast forward to February of 2014, wherein Patrick's bankruptcy trustee, fed up with Patrick simply not making his required court-ordered payments, files to discharge himself from Patrick's case:

at which point, Patrick is now officially an undischarged bankrupt without a trustee, which means ... well, I will let you read the closing snippet from this Saskatchewan ruling from 1996 which describes the consequences of your trustee giving up on you, closing your file and walking away:

which, if you haven't figured it out, brings us back to this (whose outstanding amount of $85,000 has been increasing by 2 per cent per annum):

Did I mention that I'm out of patience? Yeah, I think I mentioned that.

P.S. If you still don't understand the financial and legal shitstorm that comes from being an undischarged bankrupt whose trustee has run out of patience with your ongoing non-compliance and closed your file in disgust, there are lots of web sites that would be happy to explain it to you: