Right-Wing Rabbit Holes In Plain Sight
“No wonder that actual children become so anesthetized that they are content with the pseudo-stimuli of television, so that by adolescence they have to shoot up to feel. They sit in class without motivation, walk the streets in sullen rage, and seek desperately for sensuous transcendence in sounds, speeds and sex for an alternative script to the soulless and joyless dealing, handling, coping, managing life … Continue reading Right-Wing Rabbit Holes In Plain Sight
You Are Another Me
The year was 2003, and I was on my way to work, this was when I had first moved to Mississauga, it was a long ride. This bus traveled right through the heart of the city, through the suburbs of this metropolis that curves around Toronto, with all its multiculturalism. Half way up that long ride, a full hour it took to go all the … Continue reading You Are Another Me
What Fresh Horror Is This?
This all used to be a plot in a book, a work of fiction. It used to be part of some historical record, from some dusty tome that marked the rise of hate and genocide that long ago overtook the heart and minds of many, of those whose manifestos, whose Mein Kampfs’ bled from a twisted mind, once upon a time. Used to be these … Continue reading What Fresh Horror Is This?
so they say
I could hear them singingturned off the radioopened the windowto their happy chatterwhat they had to sayof those first tendrils of springwakes my dusty tailwith bird chatter of amorous tonesof buildingof creationbeginningspossibilities, or so they say Continue reading so they say
When Only A Village Will Do
One of my earliest memories of childhood is this day when I was 4, my friend was 3, and our moms had sent us down that summer day to the village post office to get the mail. My friend was the ‘street savvy’ of the two of us, as I was sort of dorky shy kid and certainly did not have the kahunas she did, … Continue reading When Only A Village Will Do
Children Of An Uncertain Tomorrow
Hope Swan was 12 years old when she was sent to Canada, and her name haunts me still, as I know little more about her. I first found her in this database from Collections Canada when I was researching Home Children for the Heritage Book I was working on, back in 2013. Hope came over on a ship called the Dominion, the year was 1907. … Continue reading Children Of An Uncertain Tomorrow
We Believe What We Have To Believe To Maintain The Illusion, No Collusion
In the beginning, during the campaign, the voters who favoured Trump were said to be attracted to him because he said it like it is, was outside the Washington BS they had come to know and loath, and of course Democrats could not be trusted anyways – the GOP has spent almost 2 decades fostering that hatred and fear. They, as in the minions, the … Continue reading We Believe What We Have To Believe To Maintain The Illusion, No Collusion
A Penny For The Old Guy
When I’m old and gray and lounging by the fire I will think back on that day, of things the man said, and couldn’t say, {maybe} and will it be a turning point? Well, course I hope I have much better things to look back on, but I do believe that testimony had a bunch of threads that once pulled have a great potential to … Continue reading A Penny For The Old Guy
‘Sure we’re not just dealing with a bunch of nutters, sir?’
First thought – historically I think maybe this administration is probably going to go down as one of the most openly corrupt in American History. The most nuts, the most alternate universe ape shite, the most lying, the most kettle meet pot boondoggle to drive any rational mind crazy. I mean, at times I’ve almost wondered if the man they call president actually views his … Continue reading ‘Sure we’re not just dealing with a bunch of nutters, sir?’
How I Became The Family Weirdo
Ever since I was very young I was honest. Now, by that I mean I didn’t know how to lie. I always felt afraid of being caught in a lie, or my voice, eyes, tongue would give me away. My sister, now she got the, I don’t give a shite what you think I’m getting away with whatever it is I want DNA. She is … Continue reading How I Became The Family Weirdo
A Walk Thru My Old South
I had graduated from BealArt, 19 years old and the future was so bright I had to wear shades. After my recent escape from dinky Dodge for the ‘big city’ (or how I thought of it back then), I was footloose and fancy-free, at the top floor of this 3 storey walkup in Old South with my girlfriend. With its ’70s orange shag carpet which … Continue reading A Walk Thru My Old South
What Lies Behind It All?
All of us can fall for it, I suppose due to this innate need to connect the dots, package everything up with a nice little bow, make the chaos of the real world seem to have some higher meaning, give it all some sort of gloss of reason. Thing is, life is messy and nothing is as straightforward as most would prefer. In real life, … Continue reading What Lies Behind It All?
Ideas That Made Me Less And How I Changed That
I really have no idea exactly when it happened, this new truth, this sense, of knowing, of freedom from longing for it since high school, this completion. I was reminded of this though, last night and again this morning, of a shift that has taken place. That one, you know, the one. The Richard Bach ONE, of names intermingling, of new perspectives, new ideas, that … Continue reading Ideas That Made Me Less And How I Changed That
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