Life in a small town, Politics and Economics

Year-End 2019-2020 – Reality Check …

“En Priere”, Bill Douglas, from the album “Kaleidoscope”, (1993)

Every year “Year-End” roles around again, that wonderful annual exercise that determines whether or not one is still in business or just digging a grave, and how much blood are the gentle people in the corner offices of government going to suck this year to buy the voters.

Well, what’s good about things?  June 27th 2020, woke up feeling refreshed and good about life in general. Good hot strong dark roast coffee, 3 cups. Aaahhh.  It’s cloudy but +16 Celsius, that’s 61 degrees in America. Wind is 0 kph, about 0 mph. A pretty nice morning by most accounts. So far, all the customers and staff are smiling and cheerful, and everything is working fine in the business.

The oldsters are back to chatting in front of the post office since we have started to relax the news media generated terror of the “Global Pandemic” sweeping the planet and helping to enforce the new draconian controls on personal freedom which everyone mostly is now accepting. The young Mums are back to pushing their strollers and or leading their flocks about their daily round of mail, grocery store, bank, and home for lunch.

And around here it has been pretty much the same for the last 100 years. Except that there are now a few masked faces and folks are not standing in tight friendly groups like they used to, but rather more or less stay 6 or 10 feet apart, the better to be tracked by the authorities through the “Location Services” on their ubiquitous cell phones of any make or model, and half the restaurants that folks used to use are now closed and shuttered. Will they come back? Who knows.

So we have a new layer of authorities telling other folks how they should live their lives, even though the regular folks are just too busy living and the assumption now is that we are no longer “all in this working together” … we ARE the herd, being “herded” by the terrorists generating megatons of “Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt”, and that is so far, more or less. accepted by we “the masses”.

And every year the current Tyrant’s representatives come around to take their cut of the fruits of our labours, some places more, some places less, some places all. So we get to year end, and why the Tyrant takes so much (although not all). One late unlamented Tyrant, of not so recent memory, was recorded as remarking “The art of good governance is in squeezing the goose just hard enough to get all the eggs but not hard enough to kill it”. And we all remember how that worked for the Great Northern Magus, another old member of the elite establishment by the name of Trudeau. Remember “Fuddle Duddle”?  Remember the “National Energy Program”?  Remember “Petrocan”? The 80’s were such fun.

And of course they, our Golden Leaders, need money, lots of money, to give all the voters what they are told they want and of course you have to pay all those ministers, and deputies, and directors, and managers, and chiefs, and all the way down to Andre. I remember a picture of Andre, shoveling away in the bottom of the excavation for a broken sewer line, being supervised by about 8 others who obviously were higher up in the food chain … The caption read: “Layoffs coming, Andre better look out”.

So a little “Gedanken Experiment” is in order. A Gedankenexperiment, (German: “thought experiment“) was a term used by German-born physicist Albert Einstein to describe his unique approach of using conceptual rather than actual experiments in creating the theory of relativity. So here’s the scene, our Gedankenexperiment …

Picture a nice estate, the big back yard, A Porsche and a Bentley in the garage, there are rolling lawns and nice shade trees, and hedges and flowers, and it is always sunny and happy, and right in the middle of this chill paradise for beautiful people is a nice big swimming pool, full of beautiful, and some not so beautiful people for balance, all playing and splashing and throwing water up in the air and generally enjoying themselves at this great big happy pool party.

Now, every few minutes someone in a work-stained coverall with a bucket of water in each hand, comes out of a hole in the hedge and walks across the rolling lawn up to the pool and dumps the buckets into the pool and then walks quietly away back out the hole to … somewhere else … presumably where the hewers of wood and drawers of water, and bucket makers, and coverall makers live and work … anyway, you can see this idealic picture in your mind’s eye, right?

But you need a little more information to really see the picture for what it is. The big swimming pool is “the government”. The water everyone is throwing around is “taxes”. The beautiful people in the pool are all the people who draw their sustenance through the “process of governing”. The only folks in the picture who are actually “Makers” are the folks with the buckets in the coveralls, and they don’t count because they have to look after themselves. All the rest are “Takers”.

So when a Taker is literally swimming in the tax pool and all the waters are taxes that someone else put there, please explain how the swimmer is paying “taxes” when everything he/she does, has, believes, owns, breaths, eats, is totally dependent on something someone else made?  Those “someone else’s” called Makers. So explain again how “Everybody Pays”.

Now the “Takers” sincerely believe that they run the world and make everything possible … that they are doing “good” for others. They don’t even understand the Makers or what they do, because the Takers are doing “everything!”, right?  So, if the makers are a null set, and the takers are doing everything, then who exactly are they doing it for?


Joe, Common Sense Lives! Viva la “Common Sense Revolution”


Again for the nit pickers, yea, it’s simplistic, so what? Simplistic truth trumps complicated BS every time.

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The Fetid Swamp …

Ballad Of A Thin Man”, Bob Dylan, from the album “Highway 61 Revisited”, (1965)

Pond Scum

Have you ever noticed, somewhere along the way, as kids playing on the back 40, the result of throwing a rock into a stagnant pond covered in Green scum.

Green scum always forms when the environment is rich in nutrients and there is no circulation of cold blue water from the “lower strata” to the warm comfortable surface organisms bathed by the sun.

One throws the rock … the heavier the better … and the calm surface is shattered revealing just how shallow that top layer is and then there are the remarkable follow on effects … the large bubbles of trapped gasses and detritus, the roiling silt released from the “lower strata”.

And the bubbles just keep rising up into view, releasing their stink of long hidden corruption which the Green scum have been trying to keep contained and hidden from view under a nice Eco-friendly coating of Green.

So how do we get that circulation going?  Well there are very few ways that don’t involve disturbing the stagnant pond. To make a change to a stagnant pond requires disturbing the existing strata of power and the existing food chain, the introduction of “fresh” oxygen and new predators to disrupt the food chain and take down the number of organisms which have flourished and over populated the stagnant water for so long.

“Green” is a primary symptom but not the cause. The cause is the owners of the pond ignoring the problem for too long. So, we reduce the number of existing parasitic life forms in the ecosystem by adding the influence of large numbers of smaller organisms that choose to change to existing stagnant ecosystem to better suit their requirements …


Pest Control

And we stir up the pond to get new nutrients circulating and to ad fresh air to the ecosystem and to bring to light many things which have remained hidden for  … well, even years.

Vice-Admiral Mark Norman arrives to court in Ottawa on Thursday, March 28, 2019,  Sean Kilpatrick / THE CANADIAN PRESS

Here’s a few ideas which might help any owner decide to change up the old ways of seeing things. Check out the “Hot Off The Press” article here from the Toronto Sun.

Or how about this one right here. The nightmare vision of Prime Minister Justin Trudeau lurking about the province like the ghost of his long dead father before him, and snuggled up to Rachel Notley’s NDP like their new BFF was enough for Albertans to make United Conservative Leader Jason Kenney their premier-elect.

Alberta United Conservative Party Leader Jason Kenney on election night at Big Four Roadhouse in Calgary. Al Charest/Postmedia

I posted about this incestuous relationship back in December 2016.

And in the CP photo on the right, below, we see Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, and Alberta Premier Rachel Notley, BFF’s,  chatting prior to a round-table meeting with oil and gas producers in Calgary, Alberta, on Thursday, Feb. 4, 2016. (Larry MacDougal/CP)

And in other news about that time, December 2016, we have Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and most of the premiers (where are they now?) signed a historic pan-Canadian framework Friday to fight climate change and meet the country’s 2030 emissions reduction targets (Kyoto Accords, Jean Chretien, 1997 ),

But the Headlines read: “Trudeau announces ‘pan-Canadian framework’ on climate — but Sask., Manitoba hold off” Not quite a done deal then?

Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, left, and Alberta Premier Rachel Notley chat prior to a roundtable meeting with oil and gas producers in Calgary, Alberta, on Thursday, Feb. 4, 2016. (Larry MacDougal/CP)

The Progressive Socialists have been trying desperately to ram Emissions Targets down our throats for almost 20 years.  but a day of tense talks failed to convince two provinces to get onside.

Now, in 2019 we have a wave of new leadership everywhere but the Left Coast and Newfoundland, preparing to go head to head with Boy Justin in the courts, the same courts which are so busy just now trying to deal with all his other booboos.

In case anyone forgot, in the heady rush of election victory, the Trudeau Liberals and their vainglorious leader have been rattled to the gunnels by silly antics, ethics breaches, leaks, miscalculations and scandals, and as I linked to above, the mere mention of Vice-Admiral Mark Norman’s name must bring on visions of yet another hell on the horizon.

As I have mentioned before, our politics matter. I found an interesting concise paragraph on politics at Commentary Magazine a while ago. Here is a clip from that article:


At the core of every social, political, and economic system is a picture of human nature, to paraphrase the 20th century columnist Walter Lippmann. The way that picture developments determines the lives we lead, the institutions we build, and the civilization we create.

The political philosophy of Madison produces one set of results; the political philosophy of Marx produces another; (ed. and the philosophy of ISIS produces yet another)

So yes: ideas move politics in one direction or the other, toward justice or away from it. Like all things human, it’s imperfect, frustrating, and fraught with failure. It’s a long, hard grind. And it’s not always aesthetically pleasing.

But cynicism that leads to political disengagement–the world-weary, pox-on-both-your-houses, what difference does it make, I don’t give a damn attitude that seems rather fashionable and trendy these days–can lead to disaster.

Because someone’s ideas will prevail. If ones that advance justice and human flourishing win out, it won’t be by accident or by default. It’ll be the product of determined effort; of those who do not grow weary in doing good.


So, enough for a Good Friday post, there are other more important things to pay attention to … for eternity.



Quid Hoc Ad Aeternitatum

Politics and Economics

A study in opposites …

Canadians have traditionally defined themselves and their conglomerate of compliant compromises, also know as Canada, by what they are not.

They are not British, they are not Franco… or not Anglo … depending on birth … they are most emphatically NOT American, oh my goodnessss, certainly not that, my preciousss.

David Warren has an amusing post today over at “Now Playing.

America has an economy, Canada is a department of the same economy, smaller than Californicator’s.

America pays it’s bills and a lot of bills for other folks as well, of whom Canadians are one of the largest beneficiaries.

America is a large team in the world league, Canada is America’s waterboy with an ego problem. And every time Canada trash talks America (which is surprisingly often with Childe Justine in that big chair on the River) America’s team leader gives Canada a big wedgie.

Once we get over ourselves, and shut back up, things go along fine until the next big foot in mouth pratfall by our fearless leader Dudley DoRight Trudeau.

I have remarked before that I am proud of my country. I like being Canadian, but I strongly feel that we could be so much better if we went back to that place about the middle of the last century.

Back when we were more about working hard and honesty was more important than talking big and shooting down our friends behind their back publicly, as if we were chattering on some sort of international diplomatic Facebook.

Trust me, no matter what the Trudeau dynasty believes, we are way more like Americans here on the Plains, than Russians, Chinese and Cubans.

I have also remarked in the past that American annexation of everything between the Rockies and the Ontario border would be the best thing that ever happened to us poor besotted proles in flyover country.

Prove me wrong, anyone? anyone? Buhler?  As David Warren remarked in his article, we have for a “leader” a nothing, in a very spiffy package; a triumph of pure advertising.

America has an extremely annoying, rude, loudmouth, S.O.B. who is actually right about a lot of things and this really upsets every leftist progressive wingnut on the planet.

I would much sooner work for a loudmouthed, efficient, effective, straight shooting A_ _ hole who gets the job done and leaves the other teams in the ditch.

What we have is a whiny, nice hair, mama’s boy who just wants to play dress-up, go snowboarding and grope butts. But that’s just details, right?

Details, to the uninitiated, are always boring, as David says, and the voting masses, in the sense of “the masses” explained by Albert J. Knock in my last post,  will never be initiated.

They want someone to tell them what to think, and to fulfill their entitlement to risque entertainment, and that is really “Risky Business”, preferably with lots of Fan Service.

For example, take our leaders, please, take them away, far, far away, back to their land of “Once upon a time …”

Trump disturbs all the holy cows — the vested interests, that had been peacefully flatulating in their fields. People hate him.

I would swap him for Trudeau in a split second without a second thought. Hit the Big Red Easy Button …. NOW!





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Global Warming Tax a Sacrifice on the Altar of Gaea

Ballad Of A Thin Man”, Bob Dylan, from the album “Highway 61 Revisited” (August, 1961)



Here is a little uncharitable whine … I guess the old whiny Joe is still grumbling away in the back seat of my bus …

The religion of Gaea, that is the worship of “Mother Earth” as the earth mother and source of everything in the universe offers up evidence every day of the inherent evil of this willful, self serving, “naked emperor” blindness our society calls “modern civilization”.

In Greek mythology, Gaia (/ˈɡ.ə/ or /ˈɡ.ə/ from Ancient Greek Γαῖα, a poetical form of Γῆ , “land” or “earth”[1]), also spelled Gaea, is the personification of the Earth[2] and one of the Greek primordial deities. Gaia is the ancestral mother of all life: the primal Mother Earth goddess.

She is the immediate parent of Uranus (the sky), from whose sexual union she bore the Titans (themselves parents of many of the Olympian gods) and the Giants, and of Pontus (the sea), from whose union she bore the primordial sea gods. Her equivalent in the Roman pantheon was Terra.[3]

Anyway, why is ancient mythology more relevant than revealed truth? I guess anything is better than having to face being wrong about everything. If they had to face that,  then the only option would be self-inflicted euthanasia to escape the shame.  Remember Trudeau’s carbon tax?

It hasn’t received much coverage lately, which is exactly how the Liberals and the NDP want it, and it could never be clearer in just whose pocket, (the progressives) and which pocket, (the one closest to the crotch), that all the Canadian Media (those world famous legends in their own minds) are comfortably curled up in.

But it, the “Carbon Tax”, is still there, ready to cost you all your hard-earned dollars. And just in case my American brethren think this is a “Made in Canada” issue, your own EPA has even more draconian powers to tax and waste and sacrifice all our first born children on the altar of their insidious, incestuous daisy chain of abuse. And the Liberals are very tight-lipped about how much it will end up costing you all!

Emperor Palpatine

Emperor Palpatine

However, thanks to a new RBC Economics report – we now have an idea.  During this fiscal year – prior to the full implementation of Trudeau’s carbon tax – “carbon levies are expected to hit $4.8 billion.” And what’s going to happen after Trudeau’s full carbon tax goes into effect in just a few short weeks?

The numbers are likely going to double! That is almost 10 billion dollars 0f new Liberal taxes for all the Liberal causes like, to name just a very few … “the Aga Khan Foundation”, “National Health”, “National Broadcasting”,  and so on ad nauseam. Emperor Palpatine has got nothing on the Progressive Environmentalist priesthood running Canada from the halls of power in Ottawa.

That’s almost $10 billion a year, out of the pockets of taxpayers and consumers – which will hit low-income families the hardest. That’s money gone from the bottom line of Canada’s manufacturers and agricultural sectors, already in disastrous straits, which will hurt their ability to hire more Canadians. And the revenue generated by this tax will rise each and every year, as Trudeau increases the levy from $10 per tonne to $50 in only a few short years.


Leviathan or The Matter, Forme and Power of a Common-Wealth Ecclesiasticall and Civil—commonly referred to as Leviathan—is a book written by Thomas Hobbes (1588–1679) and published in 1651 (revised Latin edition 1668).[1][3][4]

That will amount to over 50 billion a year right into Justin’s hip pocket, right next to the little bag of medicinal dope and the flock of Canadian Media Geese. And just like our national “bird” the only thing the Canadian Media Geese leave us with is a lot of goose poop all over our lawns and parks as they flip US the bird from their comfortable taxpayer funded corner offices and watering holes in downtown Ontario.

These are all pretty big numbers I guess. Certainly way bigger than my pension cheque or even  Justin’s monthly trust fund benefits. Maybe we should remind ourselves of just what a billion is.  Check out this post here for the answer to the billion dollar question and skip on down half way to the part on BIG NUMBERS.

Over the past two years, Trudeau’s (and Rachel’s) out-of-control spending habits prove just one thing – The carbon tax will only exist to pad government coffers even more to spend on Liberal pet projects!

“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”
– C.S. Lewis

And what conscience would that be, Mr. Lewis?  Surely there could be nothing remotely resembling a conscience among a priesthood of brights drowning in the sea of their own self-worship?  Indeed, Leviathan as evil personified and actualized in our day …


Joe (The Grumpy Neanderthal from Alberta)

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Luv That Warren Fellow …

Comey saves Hilary“Good: Trump fired Comey. About time. I have nothing against the man, but he needed to be fired. Everyone should be fired, it builds character. I will draw the line at hanging, usually. But yes, turn them out on the street, make them earn a living. (I suppose Comey can always move over to being leader of the DNC? ed.)

Comey running for DNC chairThat is incidentally my scheme for the improvement of all modern business and government. Fire everybody. For instance, fire Trump. By all means fire Trudeau. Get all their henchmen off the public teat.

As gentle reader must know, I am opposed in principle to all non-hereditary office-holding, and employees who expect a steady cheque.

This leads to being ruled by a certain class of pushy, noisome, interfering bosses. In particular, no one should take a management job, unless he is stuck with it. Well, maybe keep Trump. He’s stuck with the job, and doesn’t need the pay. And besides, he seems to be good at firing people.  …”


Read the rest here, David Warren rarely disappoints, read him every day.



Blinf Leading the Blind over cliff edgeWhy do the progressive elite always find themselves on the wrong side of history? Is it what they are taught at their high toned universities? Or are they just so wrapped up in their narcissistic fantasies that reality never intrudes into their kingdom?

Politics and Economics

Pop Quiz! … Which Country Are We Talking About?

Foreign donations for personal benefits, selling access to government, expense scandals.

As the (Progressive Left’s)  moral and ethical standards plummet, so does their approval rating.

A new _____ Research poll shows the Progressives are down almost 10%.

Citizens aren’t happy with (political leader’s) cash-for-access scheme, and how he’s raised cash for the _____ Party or the _____ Foundation.

And now (political leader) admits to being lobbied, and lobbied often.  Usually by wealthy donors, who paid big bucks for face time with him. Here’s some of what we know about the Party’s cash-for-access scheme:

  • After meeting (political leader), a Chinese Communist billionaire donated a large sum of cash to the _____ Foundation.
  • Another attendee, got government approval to open a bank, days after meeting (political leader).
  • Since (political leader) became leader of the _____Liberal Party, foreign donations to the _____ Foundation skyrocketed from $0 (annually) in 2013 to $535,000 (annually) in 2016. (a more than 500,000% increase, right?)
  • Back at home, domestic donations to the _____ Foundation have more than quadrupled (400%) from $172,000 to $731,000 since 2014.

Are foreign interest groups and big donors skirting the Elections _____ rules?

Are certain individuals making donations to the (political leader’s) Foundation, once they’ve reached their legal political donation limit?

Perhaps that’s a question the Ethics Commissioner can ask (political leader).

After all, National Newspaper reports she will interview (political leader) on the matter.

In fact “It is the first time in a decade the “house of government” independent ethical watchdog has asked a sitting (political leader) to defend his integrity.” – National Newspaper, Dec 15th, 2016

The Party have shown we can’t trust them to keep election promises.

We can’t trust them on the economy or our tax dollars.  So can anyone trust them when it comes to their high priced fundraisers?

Enough with the corruption and sleaze already! And NO, it is NOT Clinton or Trump we’re talking about here.




Finis_gloriae_mundi_from_Juan_Valdez_LealVanity, vanity, all is vanity … (even in gentle Canada)

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A Grey Day …

“Deep Peace” Bill Douglas, from the album of the same name, (1996)

They say our moods are affected for better or for worse by the weather of any given day. Here we are in mid November with the thermometer standing at +6 (Celsius of course) and not a snow flake in site and folks are still harvesting like crazy trying to make up for the lost weeks back in September & October. Just checked the window and damn me for a fool – it is starting to snow – Awwww!  Time for a double Old Number 7 and kick back and relax.

EeyoreBy all standards this is pretty damned good for this time of the year. And yet it is irredeemably cloudy and grey and we are glum and very much mired in Eeyore’s Gloomy Place. Business is down 25% to 30%. This translates into a daily struggle with “Who do I pay first and how much?”

I don’t suppose Rachel, and Justin, and Barry, and Hillary and all the rest of those lords and ladies who so enjoy running our lives and our economy have even noticed the “downturn”. But for the little folks, of which there are many, it is really kind of a let down when the economy is so bad that you actually owe your accountants more than you owe the government.

las_vegas_nevada_kid_crawford_of_las_vegas_chants_during_a_proteestSouth of the border the howler tribes are doing what they do best – howling their displeasure with reality and smashing poor shopkeepers windows and looting in some sort of ritualistic revenge against some straw man who actually works for a living having thwarted their drooling dreams and fantasy’s after 8 years of gravy and delirium.

02-demonFortunately the ballot items for the legalization of pot passed in most of those jurisdictions, and it won’t be long before all this disturbance degenerates into a miasma of smoke and fornication. I can understand why some might find that prospect attractive and who knows, they might even go back to the classroom to finish up the social studies they were mastering  when they were so easily distracted.

Way up North, at least in the West, there is some anticipation that The Donald might just get the local oil economy going for a short while anyway by encouraging or even expediting the Keystone Pipeline project in the name of energy independence and 10 or 20 thousand much needed jobs. That would be good for Alberta because it would mean re-starting the now on hold Hardisty Terminal Project which feeds Keystone, and that would bring a few thousand jobs to our slowly freezing neighborhood.  That would be a good thing for real working folks all over the West even if it disturbs the chattering classes in Redmonton.

01-devils-advocateWatching the televised performances of the howlers and listening to commentary within and without my own extended family the thought “Love to All” comes to mind. We use this without thinking about it as an interesting and common colloquial greeting or dismissal used with those with whom one is familiar, such as relates, friends, and acquaintances.

But we are to love others sacrificially. The parable of the Good Samaritan as an example of sacrifice for the sake of others, even for those who may care nothing at all for us, or even hate us. Sacrificial love is not based on a feeling, but a determined act of the will, a joyful resolve to put the welfare of others above our own.

7013831-christmas-girlBut this type of love does not come naturally to humans. Because of our fallen nature, we are incapable of producing such a love. And that fallen nature is very  much on display for all to watch these days. Xmas is just around the corner – I wonder whatever happened to Christmas?

If we are to love as God loves, that love—that agape—can only come from its true Source. This is the love which “has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit given to us” when we became His children (Romans 5:5). Because that love is now in our hearts, we can obey Jesus who said, “I give you a new commandment, that you love one another. As I have loved you, you should also love one another” (John 13:34).

Holy FamilyThis new commandment involves loving one another as He loved us, sacrificially, even to the point of death. But, again, it is clear that only God can generate within us the kind of self-sacrificing love which is the proof that we are His children. “By this we have known the love of God, because He laid down His life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers” (1 John 3:16). Because of God’s love toward us, we are now able to love one another.

But …

Arrogance, pride and immorality, greed, rivalry, fraud, drunkenness, drugs, adultery, fornication, promiscuity, deviance, prostitution, gluttony, recourse to the courts, brother against brother, sister against sister, mother against father and father against mother, slavery, mutilation, bestiality, sacrifice and taxes, an endless list of human travail.

03-pool-of-worshipAll of us are “knowledgeable” and does not knowledge puff us up with self importance, does it not invite us to hold forth about things about which we know nothing based on our perceived expertise in another area?

If anyone thinks he knows something he has not yet realized that he knows nothing. It is what we don’t know we don’t know that bites us to death. We easily follow dumb idols, wealth, power, sex, self importance, self esteem, influence, affirmation, possessions, standing in the community, what are our personal idols?

I speak in poetry and wisdom  in honeyed tones. All shall LOVE ME and despair. All shall abide by my directions. I understand mysteries, I prophecy a future of comfort and plenty for all.


Book to read:  “Why Nations Fail” Really interesting read –  Habits, habits, habits, habits of a lifetime, unquestioned, and informing everything one thinks and says. I started out to write a post about extractive economies and was completely derailed by my emotional reactions to a remembered conversation with my sister to the effect that I was to “Spare us your facts, we don’t care about facts, we just want to have a friendly conversation with our friends.”  Wow, FaceBook – The Howler Jungle – … instead of charged ‘debates’, one witnesses the other extreme: people inhabiting artificial cyberworlds where they rarely hear anything but the voices of those who most agree with them.

A lifetime of sin, uncharitable, judgmental,  lacking compassion … hurting others if spoken out loud. Aren’t you glad we can’t read each others mind. Wow, what a bumpy trip that would be. Trying to understand the mindset of these people and the world they live in – talking to my sister and understanding that she and most of my family and friends live in that universe, that I am the odd one in the extended group.

Not suggesting anything in the right or wrong domain, but rather trying to understand how superficially nice people can be apparently comfortable living with so many untested assumptions. Trying to understand how they can be so absolutely certain that they are correct about all their assumptions. Trying to understand how they can be so absolutely certain that anyone who doesn’t hold the same view (for any reason) is a “Homophobic Nazi Racist”, or a “Knuckle Dragging Neanderthal Redneck”,  both of which curses I have been handed by members of my extended family when they cast about for their self justification, their credo of narcisism.

So many little sins such that we are swimming in a sea of sin and all the while telling each other and our selves that “It’s OK, ’cause we are really rather nice people, not bad people at all, not like those “fill in your favorite group or person here“. I feel a posting coming on about the myriad minutia of daily minor sin for which we continually excuse ourselves so that we never change for the better and it taints every facet of our lives.

Well, enough glum for one evening – until tomorrow – a shot of Jack Daniel’s old Number 7 and a good cigar, well maybe if I smoked but I gave the smoking up decades ago. AAAAAHHH.



coptic-desert Vanity, vanity, all is vanity …


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Official Years of Mourning …

Casting Crowns, Waiting On The Night To Fall, 2013

justin-trudeau11Well, we didn’t get our deadlock so now we can look forward to at least 4 years of dread-lock. Perhaps David Warren said it best here.  “While Mr Trudeau is the product of two political families — his father was prime minister — he came to politics late, after working as a snowboard instructor.”

We are now, in the county, entering a prolonged period of mourning for the brothers Truth, Integrity , and Common Sense whose untimely demise came at the hands of a comatose school of low information voters who will no doubt never miss them, a kind of intellectual drive by shooting.

“It’s Time for Change!” appears to be to most common response and no one seems to have answer to the comeback “Why?”. Sigh. I have seen this behaviour in schools of small fish while diving and in the behaviour of small birds like starlings while in flight in great numbers.

So what are we to do now. Well, keep reminding oneself that no-one died yet, that we are aware of, and the election was orderly, and the military didn’t rise up and stage a coup because they didn’t like the results. We survived 15 years of Boy Justin’s dad and he only had one balanced budget in his life, and we are still here and still moving along. So even if Justin only has experience as a grade school drama teacher and a snowboarding instructor  there is little he can do by himself. Remember that politicians come and politicians go but the bureaucrats go on forever.

I once posted, in  So as the tide again turns against “The Good”, what then is the “right” thing to do. Do we adopt the strategy of the oak and stand firm and vocal, stubbornly refusing to cooperate until the black SUV shows up in the night? Or do we adopt the strategy of the willow, do we work quietly to defend the “right”?

Consider the situation of the small private corporation in a small rural setting anywhere in the West. The further from any city the better, consistent with reasonable delivery times for your inventory and good communications.  Good comms (satellite and wireless) gives one a feeling of being completely in touch wherever one lives. Far from the madding crowds in the big burgs the small business doesn’t show up on any government radar, nor enter into government planning as a factor to be considered. Making very little they attract no attention from either big government or big media.

These small makers tightly control how much they spend and how much they buy and how they channel their needs for the best tax treatment and then make sure they pay every dime and just a bit more and always, always on time. They never seem to make much money and they pay off all debts as fast a possible and avoid debt if at all possible.

Buy non-depreciating assets. Bank locally for deposits and such. Don’t keep everything in one place, spread it out over several institutions. Live in the oldest house in town and don’t fix it up too much (preferably live in your store). Drive old vehicles bought used without debt and off the company books. Never claim anything including expenses that will elicit questions or raise flags.

This Too Shall PassAnd so on, and so forth. As my lovely wife is rather fond of remarking “This Too Shall Pass.”  In fact she once had a T shirt with this picture on it.

As I remarked somewhere else, we survived 15 years of Papa Trudeau who, it turns out didn’t believe in abortion. So I guess we just have to suck it up and survive Boy Justin for as long as he manages to survive.  Could be worse, we could be getting Putin or Obama. Putin

OH right!  Boy Justin is going to tell off Putin to his face!  I hope I can watch, as Boy Justin discovers that Putin isn’t even in the same class as Patrick Brazeau. Maybe he’ll surprise us in this match as well, who knows.

Anyway, I am completely busy with renovations and probably will be for another five weeks anyway.

So bye for now,




Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.

The Inner Struggle

Peace of Mind … part deux

Annie Lennox, Into the West, LOTRANNIE-LENNOX

I posted a couple of days ago about the serious shortage of “peace of mind” in our culture. It’s election time and idiots are thick on the ground and loud. I must be more than a little nuts to think about these things in the context of a Canadian election campaign.

We move through life with a lurking certainty that all is not well and waiting for the other shoe to drop, the axe to fall,  with bated breath.  A sense of foreboding has deepened across our land … Spiritually, socially, politically, economically, the fierce consequences of our choices as a nation whirl around us and threaten us with catastrophe.

The storm clouds gather; the thunder rumbles; the darkness descends. While the tempest approaches, many are asleep. Others sense danger in the air but are uncertain of its source and scope. This all sounds like the intro video for a new online game “Storm Clouds Gather!” BWAHHAHAHAhaha!

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

But where is this much desired peace of mind we are all looking for, this holy grail of the psychologists and pharmaceutical companies and advertisers? We are agitated and disturbed because we are trying, without much success, to resolve everything, every issue, by ourselves, for ourselves, with no thought to the prevalence of our passions and appetites, our shortcomings and failings, our faults and flaws. It is like trying to carve a master work with a broken knife, or trying to see a reflection in a lake that is full of ripples and waves.

In addition we are continually at war with enemies whose existence we continue to deny regardless of the evidence and influence which they present, namely cosmic powers of dark and evil, not merely human enemies. We expect peace according to the reasoning of the world and with the motivations and desires that align well with the current cultural mentality that surrounds us. If everything is going well, and we are not experiencing any annoyances, any discomfort, and our material desires are satisfied, then it is certain that we will know peace. And yet it is not so, no peace, or no peace for long, our peace is only of a short duration at best.

“I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

And so we are faced with a situation continuously anticipating peace, but never quite arriving at our destination. Maybe others can assure us, eh? Harper, Trudeau, and Mulcair. Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt. The Three Stooges. The Three Horsemen of the 21st Century Apocalypse. Our own human resources and wisdom, with their expectations, precautions reservations and assurances of all sorts certainly do not suffice.

The most common reason for which we loose our peace of mind is fear, caused by situations which touch us personally, and in which we feel threatened, apprehensions in the face of present or future difficulties imagined or real, fear of lacking something important or loosing something we already have or failing in an enterprise. These fears are myriad and touch every single aspect of our lives.

The Return Of The King, LOTR

“I don’t like anything here at all.” said Frodo, “step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid.”

“Yes, that’s so,” said Sam, “And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo, adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say.

But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on, and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same; like old Mr Bilbo.

But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we’ve fallen into?”

“I wonder,” said Frodo, “But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

In every case these fears concern a good which is variable, material goods, money, health, power, or goods that we desire, or consider necessary, and are afraid to lose, or not acquire, or which we lack. This all conspires to rob us of our peace, the restlessness so generated by FUD causes us to loose any trace of peace we may have gathered to ourselves.

Who can guarantee him or herself the assured possession of any kind of good, whatever it may be, whatever it’s nature. Man is never assured of anything, and everything which he holds in his or her hands can easily slip from one’s grasp from one day to the next; there is no guarantee on which anyone can count absolutely except the continued existence of an eternal war against evil.

And mark my words, we are truly in it, this daily war against evil, every day, and every way, every decision, every “choice”, or even not making a decision or a choice.

“The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there in peace. (This) War will make corpses of us all.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

We might even say that the surest way to loose one’s peace of mind is precisely to try to assure one’s own life solely with the aid of human industry, personal assets, personal projects and decisions or by relying on someone else.  Because of FUD, and the “sum of all fears” WE end up with our current choice, to decide who will decide for us, an old Charlatan, a younger Poseur, or a raving Lunatic. This is truly the definition of insanity, revisiting the failed dance of political cycles yet again in the hopes that we might get a good result this time. We will never find a solution to all our fears and anxieties by continuously ransacking the outhouse basement for a missing answer. We should sell the outhouse to the Socialists, sell the midden to the Conservatives and move onward to the call of the horns, higher up and further in, across the ravaged landscape of our dreams to the green fields beyond and a quick sunrise.

“PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.

GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?

GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.

GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings



Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.

Sometimes when I post, I look at my sig and wish that I’d follow my own damned advice.