Sunday, 28 October 2012

Filipina Caregivers are Sеx Slavеs for Canadian Seniors

Disclaimer: this article might make you depressed and lose hope in humanity. I included something to lift the spirit at the end!

First of all this entry is not some out of control aspect of my imagination, this entry grounded in reality. How often do you see a young Filipina caregiver with some old wrinkled senior about to kick the bucket? Do you think their relationship is solely professional? Let me tell of you of a discussion I had with a Filipina who works in the industry during my flight to the Germany.

This summer finally managed to get the time and throwaway cash to visit my relatives in my partial historic homeland, Ukraine (the topic of 2nd generation immigrants will be explored later, too many gold nuggets there to describe them all here). Transfer through Frankfurt, OK. Got a seat next to two ladies, a Filipino and a Russian. Eventually they start to chat amongst each other, I listen in, the Filipina is very talkative. Turns out they both take care of seniors here in Canada, will try to summarize the Filipina’s experience below:

Came to Canada on an agreement, tied to one company. Working 6 days/week, practically no breaks, full day caregiver work. Cooking, cleaning, watching them take their meds. First assigned to some 90 yrs old, senile guy of Georgian/Jewish/Georgian-Jew descent, she never figured it out. His son is a cop (the kicker is coming later), wants nothing to do with daddy. On the very first day told her he loved her, tried to snuggle up to her, was attempting to kiss her arm. Barely got him to stop by threatening him with his walking stick. As time goes the senile fuck is coming onto her stronger and stronger. One morning wouldn’t eat till she promised him she’ll sleep with him that night. Told me she did that cause he’s so senile he wouldn’t remember what you tell him five minutes later. That night, he did remember (she stays over at his apartment to monitor the guy). Imagine that, you’re sleeping after a hard days, ungrateful work when some 250lb shit plops at you. That’s what she felt. Pushed him off, the guy falls on the ground, isn’t moving. Thought she killed him.

                                         There is no stopping horny old men!

Eventually he gets up, and starts “chasing” her all over his apartment. Remember, its dark as fuck, she didn’t turn on the lights. The whole night she spent crawling from under table to table as he was poking under with his walking stick trying to get her out.

She told us she did talk to the old fuck’s son afterwards, and guess what – he paid her $250 for her additional “help and troubles”, and that was that. Bravo copper! Not that I realistically would expect him to take any action against his own father, but still. To be honest, I was chuckling when I listened to her story, but imagine the fear she felt.... Maybe the title “Filipina Caregivers are Sеx Slavеs for Canadian Seniors” is a bit exaggerated, but it is not a longshot extrapolation from this incident. Things like these are rarely discussed and more often than not sweeped under the carpet since they don’t have equal rights and protections. Modern day slavеry. When I get a bit more time, I’ll write an entry concerning different immigrant groups, and their overall treatment by this society, since being on both sides of the fence, I am quite qualified to write on that topic.

To finish on a positive note, if you're looking for a nice hot caregiver, I'd check out our own local Canadian ones, right here, on Nanny Services. Just search 21-26 age range.

Here are my picks:
                                  Erin, you better have stripper pole at your place for this one!
                                 Alison. (Eur)Asian persuasion style? No doubt great massages                                                   alternating with delicious Limburgish vlaai desserts.
Kelsie: a village girl with a heart and very likely some other special skills.

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Drunk Driving Corrects Declining First World Birth Rates

For my first blog entry I wanted to share something personal, yet relevant to all. Today being the morning after some crazy Halloween parties, the topic I want to share is the one of drunk driving.This isn’t just an entry about how pouring down 3 heinekens and 2 shots of grey goose helps you get pussy at the weekend rave, or intercept it when its mindlessly walking around at 2 am, trying to hail a cab. It goes further than that. I am exploring the societal aspects of drunk driving.

The supposed cons of drunk driving are well know – getting yourself and/or someone else killed, but how come noone has stated the hidden societal benefits?! That, ladies and gentlemen is because we live in a nation where politically correct cowardice and do-(little)-gooder attitude prevails. I’m gonna state an argument which might sound absurd at first look but is sound – drunk driving helps, not retards the population growth rate. Let me follow up with a short personal anecdote….

On a cold November night my mates and yours truly went downtown Toronto to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Obviously drinking heavily to shrug the cold, not noticing the amounts while enjoying the good camaraderie. Had an amazing time at the Bier Market, then walking around King st getting in a few shots of good rum mixed with coffee. Everyone’s having a great time, except the birthday boy had too much and needs some food from a local MCd. Leave him there with the rest of corp. and take a buddy of mine to go look for the car. Don’t remember where I parked, miss it completely, and keep walking up on Spadina. We catch up to two girls, I blurt out – “Are you girls having a good night?”. One (first rate – pretty face, slim physique, jacket covering up to the butt, nylons) stops and laughingly says yes, the other (second rate) pulls her away. Long story short, we did stop them and convinced to go for some food together (2:30 am already). Gave them a lift to second rate’s home (parents home unfortunately), the chick took my number, called me up n I got hers. Arranged to meet for drinks next weekend.

Meet them for drinks, fun double date, drinking games, lots of fun info exchanged (they slept together last weekend, and share a bed every time they stay over at second rate’s), make out, petting.  Decide to go to take a walk in a park to get the booze out, first rate and myself lose my buddy and second rate. No answer from my buddy, guessing he’s already in on the 2nd rate. My girl and I go to the car, crazy kino while walking, she wants it bad. Takes off her shoes, nylons, starts coming on to me, I take her bra off…rdy to go but my little friend isn’t up for performing right now. Decide to drive her to a hotel and enjoy some good time together.

Long story short – drunk dick not responding to advances of this sweety, plastic is definitely in the way. Decide to just sleep it off and do it in the morning. Wake up in the middle of the night (probably more like early morning), head full of booze, but the bayonet is ready. Fuck her on and off till morning, no condoms, nothing. Drive her home in the morning, never answered my calls afterwards.
Moral of the story: possibly one more person added to this planet and this country’s miserable birth rate slightly corrected. For every person who dies in DUI, more are born because of it. Another counterproductive, silly law debunked.

T.O. Denizen out