My Finest Hour

Why is it that when I’m not having my finest hour it drags on to three, four or even more hours?

Funny thing, an afternoon of duplicate bridge seems to fill the bill – when I can sometimes have a series of unfine hours. Fortunately, not always…


Corporate Personhood aka Legal Personality – Another Old Blog

June 29th, 2010

Corporations should never have been given the rights of an individual. This is a concept called Legal Personality that began in the 19th century. It is the root of the planet’s “troubles.” Now, through subservient governments, corporations are taking away the rights of real individuals – ironic, and sad. The people must take back our planet on behalf of the poor and the other species with whom we share it, species who sustain us, even if it means sitting down in front of tanks, which appears to be where this is going. I am advocating peaceful civil protest here, not window breaking and car burning, until the public finally “get it.”

Update for today: The Occupy Movement has come along since this blog. It is a good start that is much maligned. The protesters are beginning to understand the root of their powerlessness. One criticism: focus on the root cause of every specific genuine complaint – incredibly rich, “immortal” corporations with the rights of humans, the top carnivores in our threatened worldwide habitat.

The CBC – “My Precious”

The CBC, especially radio, for me – is air. Not simply “on the air.” It is for my mind what air is for my body. It is what keeps Canada sensitive to human kindness and cooperation. It brings quality broadcasting to isolated communities in the far north of our vast and sparsely populated country – something that would never happen if it had to make a profit. It is as important an organ to Canada as the heart is to any human.

I can’t remember whether I listened to CBC radio much while growing up in Lachine, Québec, near Montreal. CJAD was a private station that my parents listened to primarily. My aunt, Helen, worked for CJAD. As a teenager I listened to the hit parade mostly on CKGM. Ray Charles was my favorite. Continue reading “The CBC – “My Precious””

Cuba – A Reflection in 2010

February 26th, 2010

We returned on February 12, 2010 from a 17 day holiday in Cuba staying with Cuban families in Habana, Trinidad, Bayamo, Santiago and Baracoa. It was self-planned and wonderful. It has taken me two weeks to mull over the experience before writing about it, other than to put the photos up on Facebook. Cuba makes you think.

Villa Santo Domingo, near Fidel Castro’s hideout in the Sierra Maestra

Travelling in Cuba you are bombarded with slogans, exhortations and heroes. In countries like ours we are accustomed to billboards telling us to “Just Do It,” or making us feel guilty that we have so little regard for our friends or our time that we don’t have the latest cell phone. Continue reading “Cuba – A Reflection in 2010”

Why and How Things Got This Bad – A Primer

Sharing a moment of solidarity with health care protesters in Barcelona – April 2011

This post is really an eye-catching introduction to an excellent link on the Topsy-like growth of neoliberalism, now a bane of our, possibly short-term, existence.

A history lesson which everyone born after 1970 should read. It is well worth persevering through and reads very simply.

Cars With Fins And Sharks Without Them…

In October, 2004 I turned 60 and posted this blog of memories:

I was born on October 25th, 1944, which makes me 60 years old on Monday, please God. That sobering fact cries out for a blog of some sort.

Yes, I, dear reader, predate the end of World War II, the end of the Nazi death camps, the modern, and quite persistent, state of Israel and the age of TV. I have some very early memories, such as:

  1. being too shy (at 3) to visit my father in the hospital after his heart attack, after he had been in for months with no visits from children allowed. The treatment of HA’s is so much smarter now. I know that from personal experience
  2. burning my finger with an electric cigarette lighter (at 4) in the back of my Uncle Bill’s car because I trusted my cousin Jo-Ann when she said that it wasn’t hot after the red colour went away
  3. hoping there would never be another war in which I would have to fight and possibly die (I escaped, but TV reminds me constantly of those who don’t)
  4. being talked into trading, by some shyster in grade 1, my Maurice Richard hockey card for two or three others not worthy to tie his skates Continue reading “Cars With Fins And Sharks Without Them…”