Part Two of: BC Ferries and the Socialist Lie
Now let’s return to the state I was in upon entering the ferry terminal. I was at the tail end of a road trip whereby I was conducting inspections of my (hopefully) new home…. In Arkansas. Not counting stops, Arkansas is a 36 hour drive away from my current home on Vancouver Island. I travelled on a tight budget. You see, I’m a poor independent farmer. So when in Arkansas, I squatted on the new vacant farmstead. Water had been shut off, but between the rain showers and the pickle barrel rainwater catcher, I managed to shower and bath.
Note, with the heat and humidity, one does a lot of sweating down there. Now on the morning of my return trip, I was out of clean cloths. I got clean, but my clothes were already ripe. No showers on the road and I camped in the car. Delays kept finding ways to slow my trip. It was past midnight on the second night when I arrived at the border. To my surprise it was still open. The border doesn’t close! No really, this surprised me. Not sure why, it makes sense to keep trucks moving.
When I reached the ferry terminal, I made the decision to pull over at a parking spot rather than drive right up and camp out at the ticket booth. A decision that cost me entry onto the 5:15 ferry. … maybe, I would still have been standby. A second class citizen trying to gain access to a two tier highway system.
Ok, so let’s recap, I started the trip in dirty cloths and I boarded the ferry after being on the road for 48 hours. I WAS RIPE!! So out of respect for others and my own dignity, I decide to forget going to the passenger deck for a coffee. I needed a coffee dammit! But I said no, I needed to suck it up and suffer. I set my mind on home brew just 3 hours away, … nothing beats home brew. So I’m settling in planning how I could make the 2 hour ferry ride go as fast as possible.
Got my tablet playing an interesting podcast about the origin story of Epstein, and a game of solitaire. I don’t know why, but I sometimes have trouble concentrating on detail filled podcasts. The more educational, the worse my attention. It’s like my mind goes into multitasking overload. However, play a little solitaire, or a little Mozart if reading a research paper, and my mind settles down and absorbs the details being shared.
Ok, so I’m learning the fascinating connection of how Epstein’s start as a teacher is connected to who prosecuted him while getting beat at solitaire when there is a tap on the glass. I look up to see a women holding what looks like a stop sign on a handle (like what crossing guards use). However, it’s not a stop sign, it contains a message indicating that passengers must leave the car deck.
Ok, this policy change doesn’t take long to process. Some ferry sank and maybe some people drowned while still in their cars? I dunno. One thing about socialist bureaucrats, they never let a tragedy go to waste! Who do they think they are fooling? They don’t care about my safety! I’m not the client, I’m the product. They have product that they expect me to go up onto the passenger deck to buy. Their policy serves their corporate masters. No value added sales result from those that stay in their cars!
Now I get it, I’m applying corporate greedy motives to a Marxist Socialist organization. It is not as disconnected as one might first think. The two concepts are really quite compatible because they share a common motive, obtain and maintain control over people … all the people. They are actually co-conspirators! But I digress, here is this WOKE women holding a sign telling me that I must leave my vehicle, MY PRIVATE PROPERTY!
So I roll down my window and explain how I stink and that it would not be fair to others and myself to force us to co-mingle. She wasn’t having anything of it and quickly resorted to threats if I did not comply. She was not the least bit concerned about the comfort of others or my dignity. It is about the rules. We serve the rules, they don’t serve us! Damit!
She goes on to explain how she will take a picture of my license plate, report me to the captain, who will turn off the lights and flood the deck with smoke in response to the emergency. To this, I couldn’t help but smirk, maybe even a little chuckle leaked out. I asked her how me being stinky and self conscious was an emergency for BC Ferries? She proceeded to take a picture of my plate and then moved along.
We are now 3/4 into the trip and there has been no escalation on their part. Maybe they were not able to clear the deck of the other passengers before releasing the blackout smoke treatment? Or maybe they are not prepared for where an escalation against my non compliance would take them?
So let’s be perfectly clear, the ruling class setting policy against us preach about equity, inclusion, and the importance of being respectful of feelings. I’m pretty sure that it would have been a mortal sin if I accidentally misgendered her or any of her colleagues. However, when faced with MY feelings, MY dignity, she couldn’t give a rats ass. I’m simply not as equal as her, within her paradigm. ... according to her ruling class.
Wake up Canada!
The ruling class does not care about you or your feelings. They are simply exploiting them to gain increasing control over our lives. They are operating like a giant python that is surrounding us inch by inch, bit by bit. By the time it becomes obvious that they are choking the life out of us, it will be too late. We, as a society need to wake up and start measuring each and every policy against the social standards and promises we were born to.
We need to relearn and DEFEND the social promise that built and defined Canada.