I blame the people hiring(Rutherford), and you claim I'm blaming the woman. You blame the people hiring right after me and it's different?

You are a (frank)ing moron. All your posts are retarded.


Glad you put a huge arrow pointing at yourself as one of those brainless people who have to turn everything into some woke agenda to get outraged over. No need for me to point fingers...
- boonerbuck

Lol. Yeah I’m really woke.

Furthest thing from a woke leftist….well not furthest but very far from it.

Bieksa was being a Miller guzzler. I forgot about how much I disliked him and douchebag Kesler, when they left Canucks. The guy is becoming a bigger idiot than Don Cherry.
- Reubenkincade

It’s because Bieksa knows what goes on in the room. Regardless, why are you guys so negative all the time. Get outside and enjoy life. The Canucks are an average team just like most of the league. I don’t think other teams fans cry this much

Lol. Yeah I’m really woke.

Furthest thing from a woke leftist….well not furthest but very far from it.
- TurdFergeson

My post was actually about the irony of this "new diverse" direction the team was going under Rutherford. Comments were made about no more old boys club etc... meanwhile, one of the woman hired is suing the club for discrimination etc and singles out one of the other woman.

Maybe you don't see yourself as one of those woke people but you just did one of the text book knee jerk reactions they always do and spin it as a sexist attitude. You contradict yourself as well. You accuse me of saying the state of the team is the woman's fault... then follow up saying it's the fault of Rutherford for the hirings. He hired mostly woman and you are saying he is at fault for it. You can't have it both ways. That is sexist by your standards.

It’s because Bieksa knows what goes on in the room. Regardless, why are you guys so negative all the time. Get outside and enjoy life. The Canucks are an average team just like most of the league. I don’t think other teams fans cry this much
- CanuckDon

So Kelly Hrudey doesn't know what goes on in the room?

My post was actually about the irony of this "new diverse" direction the team was going under Rutherford. Comments were made about no more old boys club etc... meanwhile, one of the woman hired is suing the club for discrimination etc and singles out one of the other woman.

Maybe you don't see yourself as one of those woke people but you just did one of the text book knee jerk reactions they always do and spin it as a sexist attitude. You contradict yourself as well. You accuse me of saying it's the state of the team is the woman's fault... then follow up saying it's the fault of Rutherford for the hirings. He hired mostly woman and you are saying he is at fault for it. You can't have it both ways. That is sexist by your standards.
- boonerbuck

Never said it was anything to do with his hirings. He has controlled the on ice product and that has failed miserably.

So Kelly Hrudey doesn't know what goes on in the room?
- boonerbuck

No he doesn’t. Not the way Kevin does. Hrudey didn’t play with them and Kevin still hangs w some of the players

It’s because Bieksa knows what goes on in the room. Regardless, why are you guys so negative all the time. Get outside and enjoy life. The Canucks are an average team just like most of the league. I don’t think other teams fans cry this much
- CanuckDon

I endorse this message. End the crying.

No he doesn’t. Not the way Kevin does. Hrudey didn’t play with them and Kevin still hangs w some of the players
- CanuckDon

Played with them? He played with Horvat in his rookie season and that's it. He knows what goes on in the room because he played with one of the players 8 years ago? lol Bieksa hangs with the retired players who are not in the room, if in fact he hangs with more than Kesler out of that group. You know, the other guy who was in their room splitting clique back then.


Hrudey had a long career in the NHL. You can't say Bieksa knows what it's like in the room and Hrudey doesn't.

Played with them? He played with Horvat in his rookie season and that's it. He knows what goes on in the room because he played with one of the players 8 years ago? lol Bieksa hangs with the retired players who are not in the room, if in fact he hangs with more than Kesler out of that group. You know, the other guy who was in their room splitting clique back then.


Hrudey had a long career in the NHL. You can't say Bieksa knows what it's like in the room and Hrudey doesn't.
- boonerbuck

I don't think either of them knows what goes on in the Canucks room.

Played with them? He played with Horvat in his rookie season and that's it. He knows what goes on in the room because he played with one of the players 8 years ago? lol Bieksa hangs with the retired players who are not in the room, if in fact he hangs with more than Kesler out of that group. You know, the other guy who was in their room splitting clique back then.


Hrudey had a long career in the NHL. You can't say Bieksa knows what it's like in the room and Hrudey doesn't.
- boonerbuck

I believe Don was just trying to put it nicely. Kevin comes around to bully some of the current Canucks and Miller's one of the guys who laughs at the guys while Bieksa bullies them so they have a mutual respect for each other.

Put all $250 on the Flames at home got 2.2/1 odds and walked with $540.

The Flames are good for something!!


- LordHumungous

I don't think either of them knows what goes on in the Canucks room.
- Marwood

Played with them? He played with Horvat in his rookie season and that's it. He knows what goes on in the room because he played with one of the players 8 years ago? lol Bieksa hangs with the retired players who are not in the room, if in fact he hangs with more than Kesler out of that group. You know, the other guy who was in their room splitting clique back then.


Hrudey had a long career in the NHL. You can't say Bieksa knows what it's like in the room and Hrudey doesn't.
- boonerbuck

Ok

I believe Don was just trying to put it nicely. Kevin comes around to bully some of the current Canucks and Miller's one of the guys who laughs at the guys while Bieksa bullies them so they have a mutual respect for each other.
- Nucker101

Nucker gets it

Pretty good roasting the HNIC gave that lazy f*ck Miller on national TV again. That has to be getting managements attention with the frequent bad press. Yet they sit back. I honestly don't think they have a plan.
- VanHockeyGuy

Upping his trade value.

- Nucker101

MOBY-DICK

or, THE WHALE.

By Herman Melville

CHAPTER 33. The Specksnyder.

Concerning the officers of the whale-craft, this seems as good a place as any to set down a little domestic peculiarity on ship-board, arising from the existence of the harpooneer class of officers, a class unknown of course in any other marine than the whale-fleet.

The large importance attached to the harpooneer’s vocation is evinced by the fact, that originally in the old Dutch Fishery, two centuries and more ago, the command of a whale ship was not wholly lodged in the person now called the captain, but was divided between him and an officer called the Specksnyder. Literally this word means Fat-Cutter; usage, however, in time made it equivalent to Chief Harpooneer. In those days, the captain’s authority was restricted to the navigation and general management of the vessel; while over the whale-hunting department and all its concerns, the Specksnyder or Chief Harpooneer reigned supreme. In the British Greenland Fishery, under the corrupted title of Specksioneer, this old Dutch official is still retained, but his former dignity is sadly abridged. At present he ranks simply as senior Harpooneer; and as such, is but one of the captain’s more inferior subalterns. Nevertheless, as upon the good conduct of the harpooneers the success of a whaling voyage largely depends, and since in the American Fishery he is not only an important officer in the boat, but under certain circumstances (night watches on a whaling ground) the command of the ship’s deck is also his; therefore the grand political maxim of the sea demands, that he should nominally live apart from the men before the mast, and be in some way distinguished as their professional superior; though always, by them, familiarly regarded as their social equal.

Now, the grand distinction drawn between officer and man at sea, is this—the first lives aft, the last forward. Hence, in whale-ships and merchantmen alike, the mates have their quarters with the captain; and so, too, in most of the American whalers the harpooneers are lodged in the after part of the ship. That is to say, they take their meals in the captain’s cabin, and sleep in a place indirectly communicating with it.

Though the long period of a Southern whaling voyage (by far the longest of all voyages now or ever made by man), the peculiar perils of it, and the community of interest prevailing among a company, all of whom, high or low, depend for their profits, not upon fixed wages, but upon their common luck, together with their common vigilance, intrepidity, and hard work; though all these things do in some cases tend to beget a less rigorous discipline than in merchantmen generally; yet, never mind how much like an old Mesopotamian family these whalemen may, in some primitive instances, live together; for all that, the punctilious externals, at least, of the quarter-deck are seldom materially relaxed, and in no instance done away. Indeed, many are the Nantucket ships in which you will see the skipper parading his quarter-deck with an elated grandeur not surpassed in any military navy; nay, extorting almost as much outward homage as if he wore the imperial purple, and not the shabbiest of pilot-cloth.

And though of all men the moody captain of the Pequod was the least given to that sort of shallowest assumption; and though the only homage he ever exacted, was implicit, instantaneous obedience; though he required no man to remove the shoes from his feet ere stepping upon the quarter-deck; and though there were times when, owing to peculiar circumstances connected with events hereafter to be detailed, he addressed them in unusual terms, whether of condescension or in terrorem, or otherwise; yet even Captain Ahab was by no means unobservant of the paramount forms and usages of the sea.

Nor, perhaps, will it fail to be eventually perceived, that behind those forms and usages, as it were, he sometimes masked himself; incidentally making use of them for other and more private ends than they were legitimately intended to subserve. That certain sultanism of his brain, which had otherwise in a good degree remained unmanifested; through those forms that same sultanism became incarnate in an irresistible dictatorship. For be a man’s intellectual superiority what it will, it can never assume the practical, available supremacy over other men, without the aid of some sort of external arts and entrenchments, always, in themselves, more or less paltry and base. This it is, that for ever keeps God’s true princes of the Empire from the world’s hustings; and leaves the highest honors that this air can give, to those men who become famous more through their infinite inferiority to the choice hidden handful of the Divine Inert, than through their undoubted superiority over the dead level of the mass. Such large virtue lurks in these small things when extreme political superstitions invest them, that in some royal instances even to idiot imbecility they have imparted potency. But when, as in the case of Nicholas the Czar, the ringed crown of geographical empire encircles an imperial brain; then, the plebeian herds crouch abased before the tremendous centralization. Nor, will the tragic dramatist who would depict mortal indomitableness in its fullest sweep and direct swing, ever forget a hint, incidentally so important in his art, as the one now alluded to.

But Ahab, my Captain, still moves before me in all his Nantucket grimness and shagginess; and in this episode touching Emperors and Kings, I must not conceal that I have only to do with a poor old whale-hunter like him; and, therefore, all outward majestical trappings and housings are denied me. Oh, Ahab! what shall be grand in thee, it must needs be plucked at from the skies, and dived for in the deep, and featured in the unbodied air!

I believe Don was just trying to put it nicely. Kevin comes around to bully some of the current Canucks and Miller's one of the guys who laughs at the guys while Bieksa bullies them so they have a mutual respect for each other.
- Nucker101

- Nucker101

Ironic isnt it... that people were applauding the diverse direction this new management was taking the team. They hired a handful of woman and people who questioned if the best personnel available were hired were tar and feathered for it. What follows can only be described as a joke... one of the woman files a discrimination/wrongful dismissal law suit and singles out one of the other woman. Meanwhile this feminist management(men included) is poopting the bed so bad, they should be sent packing and the knee jerkers in here who attacked some of our long time posters over questioning them should be making some apologies at the very least.
- boonerbuck

You are another example right here of what I'm talking about. I never blamed the woman for the state of the team. You made that up. I literally blamed the men as well. "men included" is an exact quote.

People like you can't help themselves. Brainless knee jerkers.

- boonerbuck

That's how the 'tolerant left' operates...

Lol adding to the joke seems to have soured your senses. That or you’re touchy about being a real fan.

No worries, as Canucks fans, we are FUBAR fellows following follies foolishly forever.
- Quinn's Quest

Where have i read very similar comments before, oh yeah, Nuck4U, used to say the same type of garbage that you spew out, either unreadable, in riddles or words that all begin with the same letter.

Oh ya, he also thought he was funny and intelligent.

Both alphas who bully this Canucks team
- Nucker101

Which 2 are you referring to? I mention 4 people in that comment

Confucius says, stupidity is like, a conundrum casting callous comprehension cooly, conditioning conduct as a Canuck con.

🙃😉
- Quinn's Quest

Nuck4U posted this exact same quote, 5 years ago.

MOBY-DICK

or, THE WHALE.

By Herman Melville

CHAPTER 33. The Specksnyder.

Concerning the officers of the whale-craft, this seems as good a place as any to set down a little domestic peculiarity on ship-board, arising from the existence of the harpooneer class of officers, a class unknown of course in any other marine than the whale-fleet.

The large importance attached to the harpooneer’s vocation is evinced by the fact, that originally in the old Dutch Fishery, two centuries and more ago, the command of a whale ship was not wholly lodged in the person now called the captain, but was divided between him and an officer called the Specksnyder. Literally this word means Fat-Cutter; usage, however, in time made it equivalent to Chief Harpooneer. In those days, the captain’s authority was restricted to the navigation and general management of the vessel; while over the whale-hunting department and all its concerns, the Specksnyder or Chief Harpooneer reigned supreme. In the British Greenland Fishery, under the corrupted title of Specksioneer, this old Dutch official is still retained, but his former dignity is sadly abridged. At present he ranks simply as senior Harpooneer; and as such, is but one of the captain’s more inferior subalterns. Nevertheless, as upon the good conduct of the harpooneers the success of a whaling voyage largely depends, and since in the American Fishery he is not only an important officer in the boat, but under certain circumstances (night watches on a whaling ground) the command of the ship’s deck is also his; therefore the grand political maxim of the sea demands, that he should nominally live apart from the men before the mast, and be in some way distinguished as their professional superior; though always, by them, familiarly regarded as their social equal.

Now, the grand distinction drawn between officer and man at sea, is this—the first lives aft, the last forward. Hence, in whale-ships and merchantmen alike, the mates have their quarters with the captain; and so, too, in most of the American whalers the harpooneers are lodged in the after part of the ship. That is to say, they take their meals in the captain’s cabin, and sleep in a place indirectly communicating with it.

Though the long period of a Southern whaling voyage (by far the longest of all voyages now or ever made by man), the peculiar perils of it, and the community of interest prevailing among a company, all of whom, high or low, depend for their profits, not upon fixed wages, but upon their common luck, together with their common vigilance, intrepidity, and hard work; though all these things do in some cases tend to beget a less rigorous discipline than in merchantmen generally; yet, never mind how much like an old Mesopotamian family these whalemen may, in some primitive instances, live together; for all that, the punctilious externals, at least, of the quarter-deck are seldom materially relaxed, and in no instance done away. Indeed, many are the Nantucket ships in which you will see the skipper parading his quarter-deck with an elated grandeur not surpassed in any military navy; nay, extorting almost as much outward homage as if he wore the imperial purple, and not the shabbiest of pilot-cloth.

And though of all men the moody captain of the Pequod was the least given to that sort of shallowest assumption; and though the only homage he ever exacted, was implicit, instantaneous obedience; though he required no man to remove the shoes from his feet ere stepping upon the quarter-deck; and though there were times when, owing to peculiar circumstances connected with events hereafter to be detailed, he addressed them in unusual terms, whether of condescension or in terrorem, or otherwise; yet even Captain Ahab was by no means unobservant of the paramount forms and usages of the sea.

Nor, perhaps, will it fail to be eventually perceived, that behind those forms and usages, as it were, he sometimes masked himself; incidentally making use of them for other and more private ends than they were legitimately intended to subserve. That certain sultanism of his brain, which had otherwise in a good degree remained unmanifested; through those forms that same sultanism became incarnate in an irresistible dictatorship. For be a man’s intellectual superiority what it will, it can never assume the practical, available supremacy over other men, without the aid of some sort of external arts and entrenchments, always, in themselves, more or less paltry and base. This it is, that for ever keeps God’s true princes of the Empire from the world’s hustings; and leaves the highest honors that this air can give, to those men who become famous more through their infinite inferiority to the choice hidden handful of the Divine Inert, than through their undoubted superiority over the dead level of the mass. Such large virtue lurks in these small things when extreme political superstitions invest them, that in some royal instances even to idiot imbecility they have imparted potency. But when, as in the case of Nicholas the Czar, the ringed crown of geographical empire encircles an imperial brain; then, the plebeian herds crouch abased before the tremendous centralization. Nor, will the tragic dramatist who would depict mortal indomitableness in its fullest sweep and direct swing, ever forget a hint, incidentally so important in his art, as the one now alluded to.

But Ahab, my Captain, still moves before me in all his Nantucket grimness and shagginess; and in this episode touching Emperors and Kings, I must not conceal that I have only to do with a poor old whale-hunter like him; and, therefore, all outward majestical trappings and housings are denied me. Oh, Ahab! what shall be grand in thee, it must needs be plucked at from the skies, and dived for in the deep, and featured in the unbodied air!
- A_SteamingLombardi

Thx for the update.