Dubai Is SOOOO Awesome, You Gotta Go!

I’ve heard it from at least 4 people now in the past year. “Dubai is amazing, it’s so incredible! It’s nothing like you see on TV and the news!”. Ya. I bet it’s not.

Do you really think a bunch of billionaires are going to let foreigners see the same torture and crimes against humanity that they routinely and continually commit? Of course not.

Of these 4 people, 3 were women. And, I asked them all the same question : “Aren’t you worried about your lack of rights as a woman”. Not one of them even blinked before saying “No, I feel incredibly safe”. Ya, I bet you do. They’re not going to pull this shit on Western Women, because it’d be an international incident.

Yes, there’s ample job opportunities there. Why? Because Western people have money. And, your money is going either directly or indirectly to slavery and crimes against humanity. How do you think all this shit gets built? With well paid labour and sites with the utmost safety regulations? Fuck no. We won’t even discuss the World Cup in Qatar where hundreds of forced labourers died from unsafe workplaces, lack of water, and pure exhaustion.

No no. We don’t like talking about _THAT_.

This image is from one of the many labor camps in the city of Dubai, just far enough away from the glitz and glamour of the city so you don’t see where construction workers are crammed into tiny rooms, often with up to ten men living in each room in squalar conditions. Most construction workers and laborers survive on less than $500 a month in income, which is setup as a daily wage. Their passports are taken ransom from them so they can’t escape.

Further, they’re effectively bonded laborers. What does this mean, you ask? They have “agents” back home, either in India, Pakistan, Nepal, or Bangladesh, which charge them roughly $3,000 to $4,000 for placement services to get them these jobs here in the Middle East. They’re promised well paying jobs, where they can send tons of money back home to their families, money they could only dream of making in their native communities.

Sound familiar? It does to me. Remember the movie “12 Years A Slave”? It’s the story of a freed black man in the north of the USA who was a talented violin player. He’s approached by 2 white men who offer him a very well paying gig travelling with them entertaining the masses – something near anyone would take. To celebrate, they get him shitfaced drunk, and while he’s intoxicated, sell him off to a slave trader who beats him within an inch of his life. Next thing you know, he’s working on a plantation in chains.

Well, that’s more or less what’s happening here. These modern say slaves are forced to pay back this “loan” they take from these “agents”. But, it’s near impossible to pay it off, and doesn’t allow them any of the promises savings. Further, they can’t leave until the debt is settled – creating a situation where they are now working for nothing – and the “agents” make all the money selling slave labour to the Dubai billionaires.

Pretty cool, eh? Fast cars, exotic adventures, the best food and drink money can buy, lavish resorts, and all the most wonderful things in life at your fingertips. While you’re there, maybe you check out the Riad Blood Money Comedy Festival. While we’re at it, fuck Bill Burr and his two faced bullshit rants. I used to respect you, but now you’re nothing more than a fucking farce.

Oh wait, I forgot to talk about all those Instagram models!

Those covergirl looking women, just living a lavish life, jetsetting around the world. Do these women work? How the hell can they afford this? Their entire Instagram profile is just them doing exotic things, in exotic places, looking as hot and sexy as ever. I should definitely like this photo!

So, how DO they afford it? It’s all pretty simple. Super rich middle east men pay them a couple thousand dollars. They’re more or less escorts. They send them on some fancy trip to hook them in. Then, they’re flown to Dubai, or Saudi Arabia, or wherever. Then, once they’re in a country with no women’s rights, they’re forced into being sex slaves. And ya, they’re paid fairly well, but it’s still (largely) being done against their will. Why? Because if they say no, who’s there to protect them? It’s hard enough having law enforcement believe a rape victim in North America – what about in a country where women have no rights at all? Good fucking luck.

This is the place that’s so amazing? Really? While you enjoy all the glitz and glam, driving your $500,000 sports car through the desert, have you ever stopped for a fucking second and wondered how all this got there? Have you ever stopped to wonder how it all got built? How it’s maintained? Have you ever stepped out of your cushy resort into the slums only a couple kilometers away, where all those slaves are kept? No. You haven’t. Or, if you have, you’re a fucking monster for continuing to support this bullshit.

Seems people just love to reap the bounty that slavery brings, but they just don’t like to think about the actual slavery aspect of it all.

Fucking hypocrite.

The Bestest Minds

Oklahoma, the great state, run entirely by republicans, and dead last in education in the USA, just voted on if they wanted to raise the minimum wage to $15/hr.

44.6% Yes, 55.4% No.

Fucking brilliant.

The majority of the “Yes” votes came from Tulsa, and Oklahoma City, the two major cities in the state. Once again, proving that the less educated you can make a population, the more you can tell them what to do, even if it’s against their own best interests.

This is the true face of America. Fucking idiots. But, let’s be real, the same shit is happening here in Canada, too.

Paper Straws

I have a problem. I’m kind of addicted to Wendy’s Jr cheeseburgers. I get one almost once a week because I’m a fat kid with no self control. Yesterday I was seriously craving a Coke, and decided to change things up a bit. Instead of the usual 2 x Jr Cheeseburgers, I got a “Combo 1 : Regular cheeseburgers w/fries & a drink”.

So, I pull up to the drive thru and it goes like this…
“Can I get a #1 with a Coke please”
“Medium, or a large?”
“What does it come with”
“Small”
“Well, that’s what I want then”

As I pull up to the window a new conversation happens…
“Hi, so, I ordered a #1 with a coke, then you asked if that would be a medium or large, you never gave me the option for small, nor told me that’s what it comes with. Why?”
“Did you want a medium or large”
“No, I wanted what I ordered, a #1 with a coke”
“Yes, but do you want a medium or large combo”
“I want what it comes with. Exactly what I ordered”
“You can make it a medium or large”
“Why are you being deceptive?”
“I’m not”
“You are. You insinuated that it’s a medium, and I can upside to a large. Either way, I’m paying more”
“If you wanted a large you could have upsized to it”
“I wanted what I ordered, why is this so difficult?”
“Then you want a medium?”
“I just wanted what it came with. I didn’t ask for more. I asked for the combo. I didn’t ask to make it larger”
“That’s why I offered you a medium or large”

Clearly this person has absolutely zero critical thinking skills, or is so brainwashed with her corporate upselling message she can’t understand why I’m even the slightest bit frustrated right now. If anything, she’s probably thinking I clearly don’t understand.

I drive away thinking “This is where we’re at. Where I’m the asshole for asking for what I want, and getting frustrated when I don’t automatically allow myself to get upsold by default”. It’s just extract more and more money however possible, and should I say a damn thing about it, I’m the problem. How the fuck did the consumer become the asshole here?

And then I open the bag.

Paper fucking straw. Great. I can’t wait to suck up little bits of paper pulp with my Coke. But, I’m saving the environment, so I guess I need to make some sacrifices to keep this world beautiful for the next generation. I remove the additional paper on my straw and go to slide it into my cup, which is made of plastic, with a plastic lid.

Wait a second. Wendy’s used to use paper cups. For decades, those yellow paper cups. Now they’re clear plastic cups, with lids that are thicker plastic than they used to be. They’re not bio-degradable. In fact, there’s considerably more plastic in this cup & straw now than there was with a plastic straw and a paper cup. What the fuck is going on here.

Then I thought about something else. Taylor Swift, everyone’s princess and golden girl who can do no wrong in this world. She’s an inspiration to girls everywhere. So inspiring that she takes a private jet almost everywhere she travels. In fact, she takes approximately 170 private flights a year, and those flights average 80 minutes in length. Based on the environmental impact of jet fuel being burned at an average cruising altitude, she’s burning approximately the equivalent of 34,000,000 plastic straws per flight. That seems like a lot. I wonder how long it would take me to use up 34 million plastic straws.

93,150 years. 93 thousand fucking years of using a plastic straw every single day. That’s what she’s burning each time her little entitled ass steps on a private jet.

Yup. I’m the asshole. I’m sorry. I ruined the environment. It’s all my fault, and definitely all other consumers. It’s absolutely not the irresponsible corporations and manufacturing. It’s definitely not entitled celebrities and billionaires spewing whatever toxic sludge they want into the air and waterways.

I’m sorry everyone. I shouldn’t have ordered that cheeseburger combo.

Remember Maury?

What a piece of shit that guy was. Throw some woman on national TV, with 2 different dudes, then have them fight and battle over who the father is? Only for them to reveal neither of them is the father? All the while, this toddler, or infant’s face is plastered on the television from coast to coast.

Good times.

Imagine you’re 30 years old. Life is just rolling along until one day your buddy sends you this short video he thinks is hilarious. “OMG, WTF. RYDER, YOU GOTTA SEE THIS”. It’s some talk show from 30 years ago. You’re start watching and it’s these two redneck looking dudes just having a swear fest at one another. Two skinny ass white boys who are wearing a button up shirt and tie for the first time in their lives. And, that woman’s name is the same name as your mom. Whatever. Then they show this baby, and it kind of looks like you when you were a kid. And the kid’s name is the same as yours. And you realize you never really knew who your father was.

Then you realize that as a fucking infant you were put on national TV along with your mother, exploited, for shock ratings. And that’s when you find out your mom was banging 3 dudes at the same time and she had no idea which one of those creampies turned out to be you.

And that’s also when you find out your mom’s friend Steve who shows up every now and again for the past 20 years was one of those dudes.

Good times.

C4RTER H4RT

He’s become the first goalie in NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs history to let in 4 or more goals in 4 consecutive games.

Perhaps he should close his legs. He was basically begging for it to happen.
Like, just look at what he’s wearing. He was asking for it.
If it was a legitimate goal scoring opportunity, his body could have shut that whole thing down.

Boy separates his legs faster than his hometown Province of Alberta wants to separate from Canada.