Thursday, March 11, 2010
About Me

- Name: Bukko Canukko
- Location: Olympixville, Where it rains incessantly, Canada
You probably heard a lot of liberals whingeing about how they wanted to leave the United States after Chimpy McFlightsuit stole another four years in power. Well, I actually did. And you know what, mates? It's better in Australia! I had hoped things would improve under Obama. I even voted for him by absentee ballot. But he's doing everything the same as the Bush Crime Family. Bugger all! However, Mrs. Bukko wanted to be closer to the U.S., while not actually INSIDE the borders of that collapsing country. So we moved back to North America, close enough to see the pyres when the U.S. starts burning. Good luck with that, mates!

10 Comments:
MURST!!
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Bukko POSTING!!!!
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Great first post! :)
You should write more. How bout being our scout in the wilds of maple leaf land?
The wildest part of the land where I'm living now is the Downtown East Side, Vancouver's Skid Row.
Only, Skid Row is better termed "Junkietown" or "Crackhouse Central" now. What a pathetic bunch of down-and-outers the drug addicts are! I see many of them as patients in the hospital where I work.
OTOH, they're actually less trouble than alcoholics. The heroin junkies just whine and beg for pain meds. And while the coke/speed freaks are surly, they usually run away from the hospital as soon as they're well enough to move about under their own power.
But alkies going through the DTs will stick around hallucinating, pissing all over their rooms, physically fighting with the staff because they're so delerious and agitated... Gimme a doper over a drunk any day.
See why I don't write for this blog? It would all be grotesque posts about crazed and dying sick people. That's a niche that I don't see anyone else covering, but talking about what I do for a living is why no one likes to sit near me at mealtimes. My war stories of poo, pus and blood dampen the appetite.
Hey, Bukko. After reading your comments at BadTux's, I figured I'd wander by.
I think you SHOULD blog about your work experiences... tons of medical bloggers out there, and a new voice is always appreciated.
I worked for a time as an EMT--your comment "not on my shift" (as in 'don't die on my shift') was my slogan, only it was "don't die on my ride.'
I have moved on to work in the burial and cremation industry--much of my work is in the office, but sometimes our transportation guys need a second person to remove a decedant from a residence. We should share stories: goopy/necrotic/tragic little stories...I never worry about the dead on the ride anymore. They are passive in the extreme.
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You know what's different about the dead people you work with vs. the ones I encounter, mjs? Mine smell worse when they're still alive! When they (sadly, because I don't want to make light of it too much) die, all the pooping and vomiting and the smell of purulent wounds stops. Lack of body heat translates to lack of body odour.
So the dead folks I see are no match for the ones you must touch and smell. It's when my peeps are still ALIVE that they're outlandish...
You left a post on my blog, regarding Shock Doctrine and Pinochet.
I can't send you an e-mail because there is no address to be found. E-mail me at expat229@gmail.com, and I'll be sure to answer any questions.
BTW, the Klein book is pretty much full of shit, at least about Chile. The problem with Pinochet is not that he was a dictator—the problem with Pinochet is that he was effective, and achieved goals that the Left had always dreamed about, but never succeeded in achieving.
Hey Bukko,
thought I was the only gringo who'd heard of the Hoodoo Gurus! have 2 albums from about 15-20 years ago-they're still around? Saw your comments at TAE today (9/15), not sure if this blog is still active. If not, drop me a line some time:
pdarwinjones@hotmail.com
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