Suppose I’ve always been a sucker for U.S. politics, as politics in Canada tend to be more staid, diplomatic, rather dry. In the U.S. every election is a grand show that crisscrosses the country, with verbal swipes and scandals and shenanigans lasting for months and months and months. On the other hand, in Canada, after a short campaign, a brief song and dance, sometimes scandal … Continue reading Chitter Chatter Lets Get At ‘Er
And I ask you, why is it that woman’s voices have been so maligned once men took up spears to make wars and take ownership of something one can not truly own? What has been hidden? So distrusted? These voices ignored even, and in the face of years of research, expertise in the field? Continue reading When God Wore Pink Pyjamas And Fed Us Magic
Ok, stay with me here, but what if he wants to be impeached? Eh? Cry for help? His ego, well let’s be honest, will never allow him to resign, at least that would be the consensus. So, if that’s true, and he knows he’s over his head, possibly indicted, possibly lose everything, 17 investigations swirling still in the air, and that whispering of the deals … Continue reading Musings Of A News Junkie At Dawn
Once again he demonstrates his incompetence, and that when it comes to international negotiation he completely sucks. Continue reading The Grinch Who Stole America
Suppose to me America has always been like that older sibling, the pioneer, the rebel, the spy, the confidant, someone you admired, sometimes an ass, a liar, a thief, a nuisance, oblivious. Historically, were born of the same stock, of the same places, though us with our French and they with the Spanish, with Native peoples on both sides, and mistreated in much the same … Continue reading All That And a Bag Of Chips
After work dodging distracted drivers hurtling through the parking lot on their way home, or to shop, to hell, who knows, I hike as fast as my aching legs, hips and back can manage, through the darkened dinner hour to catch the bus, ideally all in one piece, focused intently on finally returning (retreating?) to my little nook, to home, to this temenos, this sanctuary. … Continue reading Kahuna’s In Their Stockings
The beauty of my job is the people I work with. We are a team, and there is a real togetherness, a common front, a shared camaraderie that has often been commented on by various visitors from Head Office. That core, that allied front we display is, in fact, the very reason for the success of our location. It is also the success of any … Continue reading What A Tangled Web He Weaves When First We Practice To Deceive
Thankfully I live in a world far, far away from the wild, wild west in the capital of that land of my birth down yonder. So we sit back in our armchairs, sofa side, somewhere on the outside looking in and watch dumbfounded at the daily spectacle, indictments, and of course sentencing hearings that veer off into the shrubbery, or as Ari Melber from MSNBC … Continue reading Just The Ranting Of A Frustrated Libtard
To my historically obsessed mind, there is this almost whiff of Shakespearean drama unfolding, political theatre, providing the background, the bits the players speak beguile, woo, or would seem to, hidden meanings, whispered secrets of once loyal men, yet concerned only with his own wealth and power, at the cost of the people he was elected to serve. “Vengeance is in my heart, death in … Continue reading Wishful Thinkin’ Of The Life And Downfall Of The Useful Idiot
So it would seem that the chips are beginning to fall, the prosecution is gradually closing in, with the southern district of New York chiming in, and Mueller too, of hush money payments before an election and lawyers taking the fall (Cohen), of hiding and lying about it (Manafort), rag publishers granted immunity to spew, and what next? And everywhere you look there is a … Continue reading Dirty Deeds In My Feeds
The written word, the truth they sometimes hold, their lies sometimes, but those words we document may be the only remnant we leave that we lived at all. When you seek these truths of the past, tell your stories, beyond just the dash between the dates that you find those words to be precious. For the written word can be a powerful tool, and for … Continue reading At The Root Of Unalienable Rights Was He
We all have those regrets, the missed opportunities, the people, places, things. Maybe one day, out of the blue, that missed opportunity calls you up, a second chance? Could be you don’t rightly recall why you missed out, but now you see this again before you, and what do you do? In a nutshell, a rough sketch, that is who MsB is to my Dad. … Continue reading She Ain’t No Southern Belle
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass It’s a few blocks away from me and half the walk is in getting there, Irish … Continue reading Lollygagging In The Urban Wilds
by PaulaB 