u reap what you sow”, I often heard from my other Grandma, my Canadian one. For her, how you treated others was a defining truth, a test of one’s character, and showed to you what lay at their core. Continue reading Memories Of Honour In A Time Of Greed
One tidbit of info I learned the other day, of note, via a tweet from Asha Rangappa, is “… one of the talking points pushed by Russia’s troll farm was that there would be a civil war if Democrats tried to impeach Trump”. And this particular “coinkydink” just happened to be mentioned in the Mueller Report. You must wonder, and I admittedly ask myself, I … Continue reading My Patriotic Divide, And A Sock
So, watching American politics is by far more entertaining than it ever was, and that is saying quite a bit, eh? I mean, Donny boy is so great he almost makes the whole Clinton Impeachment look like a Hallmark movie, and Nixon, heck, after school special. Pft. Nope, ol’Trumpo has hisself a downright epic multi-season drama, maybe even an Academy Award-winning Film, or at least … Continue reading How The Mighty Have Fallen
We believed certain things had been sorted, we knew what the good hats looked like, we thought we knew who the bad hats were. Many believed that only those with no moral fibre would disagree with those values, we thought only people with selfish reasons would object. Before and after defines today’s political landscape. That day in November 2016 some things changed. This new order, … Continue reading These Things We Now Know To Be True
Last time dad was up for a visit, my sister and I got into a discussion about dad and Trump and all this, and she was upset. Clearly upset, and confused, she was upset at this, my blog and what I was writing. Not only my writing really, but my writing in regards our father, and if I really thought he was racist? Did I … Continue reading My Divided Family, How I Deal With It And Where I Draw My Lines
Being the passionate mouthpiece I am, it may surprise some to know I have seriously thought of wandering off to the land of kumbaya, write only poetry and take only pictures, and forget all this, the political chaos, the lies, the amorality, racism, perhaps the very dismantling of Democracy, it is a wonder I don’t. I mean, I make nothing from it, benefits me in … Continue reading How Many Are Caught In The Narcissists Web?
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
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?
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
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
by PaulaB 