#Longreads – Mom once told me that before he started his truck to start the day, he had this thing he did on his leg. Some hoodoo mark thing he’d have to do just right, or start over, and as he did it he would pray for us, to keep us safe. Continue reading Struggling To Understand Those Mysterious Fellow Americans, and My Trump Voting Father
Whilst counting the days till the Don is gone, and all his goons, I watch the great and the good, the poor and the wealthy, the intellectuals and the couch potato politicians spar on whether the commander of chaos and cons followers {marks} are redeemable. Standing back watching as this all transpires down yonder in the land of my birth, watching them more at odds, … Continue reading Delusions And Deflections Of A Loser
Bigotry, xenophobia, racism, prejudices that maintain our ingrained subjugation of some, for the maintenance of white privilege. I can not very well stand in judgment, as I am well aware of the quiet systemic racism, alive and viciously defended even here in my O’Canada, as my twitter feed of late has clarified. From a certain angle, I see bigotry woven like threads through the fabric … Continue reading A Descendant Of Slaveholders Speaks Her Truth
Watching him the other day standing at the podium, clutching the lectern out there on the White House lawn, slowly and carefully reading from the teleprompter the prepared words, it almost seemed like he was just trying to keep himself upright, to say the words. He is coming undone, unravelling before our eyes. The job is hard, far easier to stand in the safety of … Continue reading And The Roar Of The Crowd Is His License To Be The Mad King
Growing up in a village in Southwestern Ontario in rural farming country, we had three churches, one Anglican, a United and a Presbyterian, if you were Catholic you had to go to London. There were two public schools for kids from either side of the river, and one high school with on average 400 or so students, and almost everyone I knew looked like me. … Continue reading Our Diversity Is Our Superpower, So Why Is America Squandering Theirs?
Now, growing up dad had guns. I mean, I actually wasn’t generally aware of it growing up, but he did apparently have a rifle, yet I was completely oblivious. Though, when I was older I do remember a couple of them propped up behind the bed, like some sort of redneck hick, propped up but not loaded, before new gun laws came into play, and … Continue reading Some Thoughts On Stop And Go Slaughter In America
at walmartand a festival another high schoolpraying in churchin the first gradeat a moviewhile at workat the collegein Americafrom sea to shining seain Americamore slaughterdripping bloodon the red, white and bluebut does it matter tothat presidentwho commands their fatehe who worships goldhe was bought and soldon corporate greedfor foreign soiland dreams of coaljust thoughts and prayershe deceivesjust pretends to caremaking America greatfor more terrorists of … Continue reading another
Ok, excuse me for my ignorance, but when did it become unpatriotic to disagree, to dissent, to challenge the status quo in America? Last time I checked, and correct me if I’m wrong on this, but isn’t that at the heart, the very acorn of the countries founding? You know, throwing tea into Boston harbour, taxation without representation, bunch of angry landowners rising up against … Continue reading Because It’s All About The Money, Honey, Cause It Washes Sin Clean
Today, I watch as so much of that is being stripped away by conservative movements across North America, ensuring the future wealth of the aristocratic few who run the show. Continue reading Silly, Handouts Are For The Worthy Wealthy
“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
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
Of late I have come to realize that I am not really all that good with labels. I find them, while useful in some incidences, on the whole kind of confusing, and tend to be more about what you are not than what you are. For me, that seems too limiting, and it presupposes some idea or concept that you either fit or do not. … Continue reading Overthinking The Thinkers
by PaulaB 