Jim Dalrymple.com

I hate the Canadian Government. Not just the Federal government, but also the provincial and municipal governments, the school boards and anyone else that has anything to do with politics.

I hate politicians standing on my doorstep once every four years looking innocent, while they lie their ass off. I hate the fact that they don’t want to answer any questions, but expect your support.

The various branches of the Canadian governments are robbing the taxpayers blind and we just sit back and let them do it. They are taxing us to death and then waste the money on trips and gold plated shovels and other stupid shit that does nothing to solve any real problems.

Today in the newspaper, there was a story about the government paying $1 million for a fucking kitchen at the local military base — $1 million!!

Our goddamn helicopters are falling out of the sky because they are 60 years old and our government is fixing kitchens so they can entertain other dumbass politicians.

If these politicians were in the US they would be lynched and strung up! Yeah, yeah, I can hear you now, “I’m glad we’re not American – we are a peace loving nation.” BLAH, BLAH, Fucking BLAH!

Oh shut the fuck up! You are getting screwed and thanking them for doing it. The government is taking our money in every way possible. Just look at gas – we pay almost four times as much as they do in the US. Gas prices go up because of some made-up excuse and when that reason goes away, they come up with something else.

Have you ever watched these idiots we send to Ottawa? They are in parliament pounding on their tables and yelling at each other. Here’s a novel idea you jackasses – do some fucking work!

I’m tired of working harder only to lose out in the end because of the idiots we have in government.

Well my short stay at the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame is over. I had a lot of fun yesterday, but I wish I had more of an opportunity to look around. But work comes first and thankfully I finished everything that I needed to get done.

I went to the Hall of Fame in the afternoon, strolling around taking pictures of the giant Fender Strats – not a Les Paul in sight, what the hell is up with that! I was contemplating going into the exhibits or waiting for the banquet that was being held there later that night.

Ultimately, I waited. There was a sign at the entrance that no cameras were allowed inside the exhibits because some of the artists that donated exhibits didn’t want pictures taken.

When I got back to my hotel I still had quite a long wait before my room was ready. By the time I got settled it was time to leave for the award ceremony at the Hall of Fame.

The ceremony was great, but I still didn’t get to see much of the Hall of Fame. What I saw was pretty amazing.