I recorded a new episode of In Bed With RightGirl today, and you can download it here.

In it I cover some of the absurdities of Toronto’s temporary police state during the G20.

Also, Hooked on Ebonics.

Have a good evening, y’all.

When an honor killing goes wrong:

An innocent couple died in a house fire at the hands of assailants who got the wrong address in a botched honour killing, a court heard today.

Abdullah Mohammed, 41, and his wife, Aysha Mohammed, 39, were overcome by smoke and fumes after an accelerant was poured through their letterbox and set alight.

Their killers were ordered by another man to avenge his family’s honour but instead of firebombing 135 London Road in Blackburn, Lancashire, they started the blaze at 175 London Road, the court heard.

Silver lining: Two more dead Muslims.

This story intrigued me due to my persistent nightmares since infancy.

One in 20 people suffers with frequent or chronic nightmares, writes Roger Dobson.

In one of the biggest studies in the area, results show that bad dreams are associated with health problems  -  from insomnia, fatigue and headaches, to depression and anxiety.

Mental health problems, such as depression, were five times more common in men and women who had regular nightmares.

So which is it? Are the mentally ill more likely to suffer from nightmares, or are those with chronic nightmares more likely to suffer from mental illness?

Also, I have to seriously question this part:

Frequency was also linked to income and unemployment. Those on the lowest incomes were 2.3 times more likely to have three or more nightmares a week compared to the more affluent.

Higher levels of stress associated with lower incomes and social status may predispose some people to nightmares.

Again, chicken or egg? In this case, I’d say the nightmares came first. You see, at the tender age of two I really didn’t care much about my economic standing. I didn’t care if my Visa bill would get paid this month. Yet I still woke the house with my childish screams.

Over the years, my messed up sleeping patterns led to troubles with employment: Late to work, mistakes and poor quality, etc. Nine-five wasn’t suited to people who spent 11pm-7am screaming at subconscious horrors.

Anyway, I thought the premise was interesting.

The Catholic Church seems to twist itself into pretzels trying to make itself look worse every day. As if all the holy hell it’s been dealing with lately isn’t bad enough, His Holiness has decided to make the church seem guiltier than ever:

The Pope has called the raids carried out by Belgian police investigating priestly sex abuse “deplorable” and asserted the autonomy of the Catholic Church to investigate abuse alongside civil law enforcement authorities.

Alexander of Hollywood, official clothier of the Toronto VRWC, deserves a word of thanks.

I have worn my Altamont and Shaidle shirts to the point where they should be disintegrating. They are not. In fact, the ink has worn well, with a soft patina and attractive cracking in the lettering. The words are still fully in place, and they look worn and loved, as opposed to cheap and illegible. Fantastic - thanks Alex!

Dude. I can’t believe you would even write this post, considering your popularity within the Chinese community.

Warren Kinsella defines the word chutzpah.

There are riots in downtown Toronto. Windows have been smashed and a police car set on fire. Not that I have any real issue with rioting…

In fact, if you are a Metallica fan and you have the video set A Year and a half in the Life of Metallica, chances are you’ve seen me, standing in front of a flipped police car, brushing my sweat-soaked hair out of my face.

However, I’m not 16 any more. And in both riot cases mentioned above - the GnR riot and the Stanley Cup Riot - I never went there with the intention of wreaking havoc. I went for entertainment purposes. Things just kind of… happened.

G20 protesters, on the other hand, come here with no other purpose than hell and destruction. My city is under siege, and I am resentful.

I don’t want Obama here in Toronto, but only because I think he’s unqualified to be president - not because I hate America. I don’t want a security fence in my downtown core, but only because I have no patience for anarchists. And I certainly don’t want my civil rights suspended just because I walk in the wrong place at the wrong time - but again, those decisions can be traced back to the anarchists.

I can’t put it any more clearly than “get the fuck out”, can I?

In the past 4 nights or so, I’ve been plagued by dozens of nightmares. While I have always endured nightmares - 2 or 3 a week since infancy - This is a bit extreme. The only possible explanation is the presence of Barack Obama in such close proximity. I’ll be glad when the G20 is over.

Ramadan fasting - like Lent - allows pregnant women to be excused for the benefit of the baby.

However some overzealous Muslims (are there any other kind?) are ignoring Koranic advice and risking the health of their unborn terrorists in order to greater please their moon “god”.

Pregnant Muslim women who fast during Ramadan are likely to have smaller babies who are more prone to learning disabilities, a new study has found.

Researchers from the U.S said this trend was most marked if mothers-to-be fasted early on in their pregnancy and during the summer when longer days meant they went more hours without food.

Learning disabilities? I thought that was a prerequisite to Islam!

Who knew?

Anyway, they want to exploit a young boy in aid of their sexuality.

Will Phillips, the grand marshal, is 10 years old, and his presence has thrust Fayetteville’s Gay Pride Parade into the national spotlight.

Ordinarily, the annual parade is pretty low-key, residents say. The mayor issues a proclamation, the police close a few streets and a few hundred people show up, something that Skip Descant, who covers the city for the Northwest Arkansas Times, says is a lot for a Saturday morning in the summer.

Booths are set up in the Wal-Mart parking lot; people linger to hear a few speeches in the hot sun; sometimes there are a few jeers; and then everyone goes home early. It is a pretty low-key affair.

But the selection of young Will, who last November refused to stand and recite the Pledge of Allegiance in school to show his support for gay rights, has changed all that. This year the parade has drawn national attention, and it’s promising to tread the line between farce and confrontation.

On the one hand you have queers that want equality, and the right to adopt children. On the other you have queers who would take a young boy and use him to further the stereotype of predatory pederasts. Lovely!

I discuss this at length in this week’s episode of In Bed With RightGirl.

Not the usual kind of careers, though…

Al Qaeda recruiters target Algeria’s young jobless

Apparently, not only do these lazy Muslims not bother getting jobs in France, they don’t get them in their home country, either:

They are a reflection of the national unemployment figures: officially 10.2 percent are jobless, and 73.4 percent of the unemployed are below 30 years of age. Independent estimates put the overall unemployment figures much higher.

Jobless men are such a common sight that Algerians have a phrase for them: “hittistes,” derived from the Arabic word for a wall, because they spend their days leaning against walls.

Charming. You know, they could maybe think something up to invent, start their own businesses, run email marketing scams like their Nigerian brethren… the possibilities in our globalized world are endless. It’s no longer about whether or not you can get a job at the local factory/hotel/call center. There are boundless opportunities for anyone who can find their way to an internet café - and if these bearded louts are being recruited by Al Qaeda, chances are they already know how to use a forum and a chat room. According to the article, they all have cell phones, too! So don’t tell me they can’t find some way of marketing their skills on the international scene, even if their local economy is depressed.

For example, more than 2/3 of my freelance clients are American. Do I live there? No. Have Wi-Fi, will travel.

For all things free-speech related, with a liberal fabulous sprinkling of opinion and observation, check out the latest from that Imp of the Internet, Binks the Web Elf.

This week the Binkmeister takes on an Islamic conference that keeps seeping hatred long past its finish date. Check him out.

Holy hell! I’m down THREE WHOLE POUNDS this weigh-in!

The Diet Solution Program is easy to follow, but I’ll admit I’ve stumbled. My biggest problem has been the purchasing of fresh, healthy foods. You see, I love healthy food. It’s not a hardship to make me eat salad or fresh veg. I truly enjoy eating fruit, and lean meat like steak or chicken. But income being so unstable in the freelance world, some weeks are rice and bread - two things that I, as a “protein type” - should never be eating. If it’s white, it ain’t right! Alas, the client who takes almost SIX MONTHS to pay doesn’t really care about a healthy lifestyle for me.

That said, the past couple of weeks have been great, with salads of baby spinach and tomatoes. I’ve gone back to eating live yogurt to keep my body balanced. And - oh bliss! - I found raspberries and cherries on sale last week.

Hence the three pound loss.

Like I said, the Diet Solution Program is super-easy to stick to. Click here to try it for less than $5!

Gulf, can I talk to you, woman to woman?

I know you’ve tried to be safe. I know you’ve done your best to keep it clean. When your slick friend got rough with you, you told him to put a condom on. And then this morning the condom slipped. Honey, it happens. I implore you not to panic.

Right now, you need to quickly take a special pill. And then, might I suggest a diaphragm and maybe foam?

Or better yet - if you don’t feel you are ready for these risks, just say no next time. Use this as a learning experience. I’ve been where you are - nasty British boys making a mess of my delicate ecosystem and exploiting my lubrication. Kick those Limeys to the curb, sweetheart.

There are those on the right who think General Stanley McChrystal is some kind of hero for talking smack about Prince Jughead. McChrystal, who has tendered his resignation, is no hero for his interview with Rolling Stone. He is instead a disgrace to the uniform he wears. As head honcho in Afghanistan, McChrystal had few people he needed to report diectly to. One of them is the president. And McChrystal decided that instead of doing his job with honor - or resigning in protest if he felt his hands were tied - he would call into question the ability of his highest superior, the Commander in Chief. Look, I’m a huge critic of the Obama presidency, but there are rules of protocol that exist for a reason and should never be broken.

Whatever illustrious career McChrystal had, he has Dan Rathered himself and gone out in disgrace. We on the right should under no circumstances be celebrating his insubordination.

Sunday was Father’s Day. Ergo, I ignored it to the best of my ability, and headed down to Toronto’s Beaches for RibFest.

Bug came with me (and my gentleman friend)

The thing I love best about RibFest - aside from the sauces - is that all that pork prevents Muslims from attending. It’s the safest, cleanest place to go in Toronto! Take that, Paris!

Pulled Pork from Uncle Sam's, NM

If I were more dedicated to this blogging thing, I’d get my ass downtown to report on the protests-cum-riots that will be taking place in Toronto during the G20. But the only thing I’m truly dedicated to is self preservation. The idea of seething crowds of stinky hippies is also the same reason I avoid places like Washington State. I can’t bear it. Send me to a war zone and I’ll enjoy it more than having to listen to spoiled middle class white kids scream about how hard life is. Yawn.

In the past two months I’ve read no less than 5 horror stories from the UK about foxes mauling children.

Can we get Tony Blair on the phone to tell us again why he banned fox hunting, thereby creating a larger fox population with fewer predators? Tony, can you explain just how you saw all this playing out in your mind’s eye, compared to the harsh reality of disfigured suburban toddlers?

As you all know, I’m on the Diet Solution Program. Amusingly, I don’t own a scale, so I don’t weigh in as often as I should. I haven’t weighed in this week.

HOWEVER… I had the nicest compliment from my gentleman friend this morning. “Your waist is smaller!”

Seriously, guys NEVER notice this shit. I was pleased.

If you want to try the Diet Solution Program less than a fiver, here’s the link. Good luck getting your gentleman friends to notice, but let me know if they do!

It’s prime real estate, with a magnificent view of the Mediterranean, if you don’t mind the trash and the stench and the chickenshit, and you tiptoe cautiously around the broken glass.

That’s how a Jewish cemetery is kept in Tangiers. Lovely.

It’s all part of a bigger picture that includes the likes of Jimmy Carter, Helen Thomas, Osama bin Laden and Hitler. Heck, that would make for one hell of an all-star musical cast, no?