Zakaria: The Canadian Solution. OBamaramaittes Should Listen!

HA! Perhaps back then, but I would like to think times are changed.

Perhaps....I don't know now.....I am in China land..........

Rev.

Canada is a parochial, do-nothing, politcally correct stagnant and boring country (apart from Montreal). It is also going to face a crisis over its real estate market; it has been a little slower to happen because the government has been using the windfall proceeds from toxic oil extraction from the tar sands to prop the market up. Now that profit is drying up, they can no longer run an economy that is little different to Russia's: a resource extraction shell game.

Iffy....must be why they wouldn't let me stay. I was in Alberta at the time.. I worked just across the border in Montana at a bed Bar and Breakfast outfit...named Wagners Bed-Bar&Breakfast. I was a Mormon and would visit the Temple and Ward in Cardston, because the Ward included both sides of the US and Canada together...I did not want to stay in the USA at the deadend job at Wagners.... They were a bunch of alcoholics, with a bar and fist fights all the time...I wanted out of there..

Actually the place was on the Blackfoot Reservation....and old Bob Wagner would beat up his wife... The BIA police came and arrested Bob, took him to jail and the ambulance took his wife to the hospital in Brownsville. Next day Bob wants me to bail him out of jail....to take money out of the cash register get in his truck and drive to Brownsville which was an hour drive in the dead of winter with the snow blowing. So I found out there was no money in the cash register and he wanted to borrow money from me...He said I would find his bank card up on his dresser in his bedroom....and he would immediately pay me back... So I drove all the way to Brownsville, and posted bail for him..... Immediately getting into his truck he drives about 3 blocks and gets out and heads right inside some bar.....asking me if I wanted a beer... I said absolutely not.....I want my money I told him. So he grabbed his beer and told the bar guy he would be right back, and we went to the bank and used his debit card to reimburse me. He said to take him back to the bar, and I should drive back to the Ranch...He was going to try and find his wife at the hospital afterwards.....

So half way through the trip while going back, the truck gets a flat tire....ugh! ...The wind was howling and it was lightly snowing..It must have been at least 10 below zero....Looking in the back there is no spare tire.. All that is out there was Montana prairie fields...I just kept the motor running..hoping someone would drive by......sure enough after about half an hour a jeep appeared coming towards me...I jump out of the truck and waving my arms the jeep stopped with a giant of a man in long black hair with a red and white bandana tied across his forehead, beer in his hands and a big German Shepherd dog in the other seat...and a rifle propped between the seat where the dog was and the gear shift. There were empty beer cans all over the floor,,,and he said get in. He was an Indian....and I was glad to see him...He turned his rig around and drove me the rest of the way to the ranch....to get the spare tire...that I found later in the garage....We drove back....but it made no use.  The lug nuts were so frozen...they would not spin off to take off the blown tire....I was jumping on the wrench and they were frozen solid....So I had to drive the truck all the way back to the ranch on a flat tire.....What a friggin night-mare that was.......

.I met some good friends through the Church there named Dave and Shirley Burrows....finest people I ever met....God love them...I met a nice girl there and we wanted to get married.....and the Burrows tried to help me to stay in Canada....but the Canadian borderguard people just gave me nothing but a hard time and a broken heart....when I could not stay with Megan....the girl I wanted to marry...and she wanted to marry me too..... All I could remember was the bitter cold and how I could have died on that frozen road out in the middle of nowhere.....and now the Canadians would not allow me to stay.....I was really angry at them......I kicked and howled....and just cursed them.......

I am still bitter about this, after all these years....but what can I do? Have a gunfight with Canadian Border-Police?  I had to leave, and I quit the Wagner Bar hellhole... My only choice was to find another job....so I got one driving truck for SWIFT Transportation......

Then scumbag Bush was elected which ended my dedicated route driving job.....and eventually stopped driving when 911 hit New York....

Rev. Jermano

Wow quite the story there Rev, Sweetgrass and Coutts has always been a veritable ghost town, been there quite a few times, pretty much the biggest employer is the Border services.