A Voyage… Of Sorts

PICT0387 4x6 RS.jpegAbove: a project of mine that is almost finished. It may just come in handy…

Ever want to just get away from it all? Things just south of where I live seem to be getting a little dodgy. I’m not following it closely – bad for my health – but I get the impression that we (the entire Planet) are in for a frightening amusement park ride, kind of like being on a rickety contraption that has needed maintenance – no, out-and-out modification – for waaayyy too long. Circumstances beyond our control, such as locked iron bars across our laps, forbid escape, yet we might have avoided the crisis by Continue reading “A Voyage… Of Sorts”

A Note (not entirely) to Self

The Syrians’ suffering is unspeakable and inflicted from without.

Mine is relatively puny and self-inflicted: isolation because none of the good folk close to me can tolerate my obsessive, and verbal, pessimism. In the grand theme of things this is pure self-pity caused by my depressing addiction to keeping track of what I believe are a myriad of clues all pointing to where the current world power struggles are dragging us, just as helpless as the Syrians, but still with our heads above water and distracted by our toys and stuff we have to manage and maintain, like the computer I’m using now.

This may be my last post on politics. The whole process is making me ill. I suppose all addicts have good intentions…

They’re Playing Our Charade… Again

I have not been following the tragic Ottawa shooting closely for various reasons. Mainly in an effort to preserve my equilibrium: Mansbridge and Solomon both have always impressed me as ratings/prestige/salary-driven lackeys of the new CBC TV aimed to keep us at an “elementary school” level of political awareness while, at the same time, thinking we’re clever. I focus on the terrific, enlightened stuff that CBC Radio still is permitted to produce.
The little TV news that I do catch in passing by the family room archway just confirms to the growing, hardening plaque in my attitude-arteries that our “democracy” is a Matrix-styled dream that we are kept in by very clever theatre.
The cynic in me says that Harper will seize this sad “opportunity” to paint the opposition as “lily-livered liberals” on security, build more physical and intellectual prisons, and, just possibly…, call an early election in the hope of scrounging
“four more years.”
Oh, and if you think I am tough on Stephen Harper, read this by John McMurtry, author and Professor of Philosophy at the University of Guelph. OMG!

“He Who Shall Not Be Named” Is Stalking Me

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