I woke up this Sunday morning, a few moments ago and stepped outside. My normal uncoffeed routine. And lo and behold, this view greeted me.
I’m privileged to be able, each morning, walk outside and take a piss before the splendor, the beauty and high stature of nature. Freedom is in part a mindset, an attitude and relationship with the world. One I always witnessed in Canadians, at least where I’m from - small town, hard-working, simple natured rural Canada. I’ve been blessed with that attitude and I thank those I grew up among.
And speaking of freedom. Ok. So Trudeau the Younger Tyrant has called in the troops to sweep up the protests. Invoking the “emergencies act”. Good job that. Even had to bring in US military police, unbadged, unnamed, unaccountable, anonymous new order enforcers to get the job done.
What comes around, goes around and he’ll get his. Politics “should” be the art of negotiation, compromise. That is what makes a great politician. Listening to ALL of your people. Encouraging a love of each other, healing divisions.
And the real emergency in my mind? The fact that our government lies to us. Lies about its “numbers”, lies about its intentions, lies about the money, lies and more lies. And also, the emergency of the media - which lies through its teeth. It’s crazy. One of the biggest media outlets in the world reports now that “freedom” is a construct of white supremacy and therefore, all truckers protesting are white supremacists. Crazy, eh?
Where is the love?
All politicians have got for us is a deep desire to keep us divided. To sow hate and reap “othering”. Why? Because along with the “I’m the guy who brought law and order card”, this divisiveness can keep them in power. Nowadays, politicians don’t try to represent all people or be loved by all people. It’s tribalism.
A joke. Justin Trudeau has a dream about his father. He asks Pierre what to do about the impudent truckers. Trudeau says, "Call it an emergency. Bring out the army. Round the truckers all up and throw them in prison. Then, paint the inside of the 24 Sussex blue." "Why blue?" Justin asks his father. "Ha!" says Pierre. "I knew you wouldn't ask me about the first part."
Oh and Covid? You know, the thing this is all about and what government mandates and vaccines are saving us from? Well, her majesty the Queen just got Covid. Second time and she’s been jabbed 3 times. Don’t worry, she won’t die. And neither will you.
The mandates make no sense when vaccination has been shown to be a ruse. A lie. It has not led to any decreased mortality (the real thing we ought to look at). We’ve been played.
For me, the biggest lie and driver of all the madness the last years has been the myth that anyone could kill you. Another divisive driven factoid. It made all the fear and all the policies imposed possible. There never was any public health consequences to others - that the above Washington Post still clings to and throws out there. You are not a killer, a murderer if unvaxxed or vaxxed. You simply aren’t. The truth is, if you have symptoms, stay home, get well. Isn’t that what we’ve always done?
It’s all summed up in the asinine phrase and non-sequitur - “It could have been worse, if I hadn’t got the vaccine.” Read this for more info. about the failing logic of our society.
This sums the idiocy up. We humans will cling to our delusions and righteousness, right to the bitter end.
I chanced upon this drawing the other day. I think it is a fitting metaphor for a lot. I’ll let you decide what. The 3 stages of …
But it does seem in so many ways, we are getting dumber and dumber and dumber. This image reflects the whole process of the last 2 years.
Ok. It’s rodeo time in Matagalpa this week. Surreal living here while so many people, honest, hard-working people are dying and wasting away in Nicaragua’s prisons. But also, surreal in Canada, where the same thing is happening. Tinpot dictators.
Meanwhile, Canadians have just moved the protest down the street. Making their own rainbows and deciding to be on the side of love. This was last night.
Everything Hurts
You awake and time
pushes down on your chest
and the light outside blinds.
There is no way out and
you have no choice but to get up
and go through it
– the hurt.
Everything hurts.
The walk down the stairs.
The thought of the afternoon.
The weight of gravity.
The emptiness of the sky.
Each spoonful of cereal.
Each sup of coffee.
Every breath, every heartbeat.
Everything hurts.
You can’t tell anyone about it.
That hurts more.
Besides,
you don’t know exactly what it is
that hurts.
You only know it hurts.
Everything hurts.
The news or
not getting any news.
The slow gnaw of microbes
enjoying your skin.
The sun, oh definitely the sun
that thought of always
not being
but also being too.
Everything hurts.
Getting dressed, getting ahead
getting head, getting a dress
having lunch – the necessity of it all.
Having stuff – the chance you swim in
the wind on your skin
the sound of distant laughter ……
Everything hurts.
There is no respite.
No water breaks.
Alcohol, sex, pills, rock n’ roll
They only make it hurt more.
Everything hurts.
You roll on, on, on,
up that hill
but the top never comes.
And it keeps hurting, hurting.
It will keep hurting, hurting.
There is no end to it.
Nothing, not even drugs,
religion, sex or
the thought of death
can dial it down.
There is no kill switch.
There is no way out or off.
Everything hurts.