During the hour or so that I waited for my car to enjoy an oil change I watched a courtesy TV. A panel of debaters were decrying Trump naming him all kinds of treasonous scum sucking swill hogs. Now it is hard not to agree with these people but the heart is growing weary of listening to the endless tripe bandied about by pundits and prolls the world over.

Now here is the point of this new blog entry: the creature has been president for almost two years now and no one has seriously challenged his right to have his pimply backside on the oval throne.

Why is he not on unemployment? Why have the good old Americans, that so love the rebel, not ousted the fool. I do not advocate any physical harm on the imbecile but hey, enough is enough. Hand the idiot his pink slip and a one way ticket to Moscow. 

No more jokes people get rid of the man. It is not the American way to be abused by a tyrant.

As it is this is it.

There is no more  

this is it.

There is no god, 

no heaven or hell

this it.

Get on with it,

your time is not limitless

for as it is, this is it.

My pet peeve is that on most calendars Sunday is situated at the beginning of the week. According to the Bible this is the Lord’s Day, we should keep it holy. Bullshit of course but not my beef. If God created the world in seven days why is the day he rested at the beginning of the week? Did he work backwards? If he did why didn’t he say so? Did the idiot clergy that tabulated everything just screw up?

I think an explanation is required here.

It is getting closer to that time of year when i must rant on the subject of Canadian ignorance. It is sad that I should have to do this when Canadians, as a rule, are not so ignorant. 

Easter, let that word sink in for a moment ponder. Now consider this, it is a four day public holiday. Now, before you utter that tired response “Only Government and schoolchildren get the Monday off.” check your damn calendar. It will clearly state that Monday is a public holiday for, among others, Canadians. Let us list but a few of those other Easter revelers that enjoy Monday as a holiday: France, Germany, Holland, England, Rome, Wales, Ireland, Denmark, Sweden, and Greece. 

True there are some countries dont have Easter Monday as a Holiday…but they do have Holy Thursday (The day before Good Friday.) even Britain celebrates Maundy Thursday once every two years; this as well as Easter Monday.

Schmuckish Canadians prefer to be dictated to by business hence the truncated easter holiday. Take note on how Ontario and Quebec share the holiday. When one province is closed the other is open. Corporate greed is the master and Canadians are too cowardly to stand up to the men with cash registers.

I am not religious I am retired so it does not effect me one way or another what day is a holiday. But it does piss me off that business can can balls around with our freedoms and rights for the sake of a buck or two. 

Stop bleating about immigration, Trudeau or how stupid Trump supporters are look to our own back yard.  If Easter has been tampered with what else have the evil pricks got away with? 

There is a certain pleasure in pulling up a weather report and not seeing a bloody red warning bar screaming the end of civilization. This morning is one of those days so, colour me happy.

I do not understand why vaccinating ones children is not a legal commitment. The evidence for vaccination is mountainous. To disregard such evidence in favour of conspiracy theories or doctrine is ludicrous. Those that do not vaccinate their children should be charged with, at the very least, wreckless endangerment. A minimum sentence, because their stupidity puts all of us at risk, should be five years. Followed up with several thousands in fines as well as withdrawal of any state benefits.

Which is worse for you; watching TV or Playing with the Computer? TV is passive, computers are interactive, is one better than the other?

The only problem I can see is those individuals that cannot separate reality from the digital. Those people that forsake other life forms for personal gratification. Other than that I see no real problem with either forms of entertainment. Yet I will give computers the edge as these do require some kind of mental capacity. I have known of people that have sat in front of a TV for the evening and cannot remember what they watched two hours ago. So thumbs up for the computer…right?

If ever you were wondering which homemade soup is my favourite then ponder no more for in this short missive the answer awaits your hungry eyes. Butternut Squash is the name of that soup. Taste it and, as I, become enslaved…if you dare.

It is truly sad that the world has slipped into a similar early 20th century melee of stupidity. As a general rule we, when children, are expected to learn from our mistakes then move on to the next stage as informed beings. Yet still we are mired in a sticky soup of slapstick farce where no-one has the courage to look behind the curtain and face the truth.

Unity, peace and long term thinking is seen as outmoded fantasy. Yet if one traverses a few yards into history; when have we ever given the liberal view a long enough chance to flourish as it should? Much easier to rattle sabres whilst grabbing as much pie for the self and oppressing the populous with guns, lies and brinkmanship.

For now though I cannot expect a childish world to grasp these realities. I suggest we take a few days off or maybe a century to think then think clearly. There is more to our lives than bickering reality T.V.

I am classed as a senior these days;  it pisses me off a tad but it is not something that will bend me out of shape. I don’t care if I am a senior, junior or something still in training. However, I do care about the endless stream of seniors proclaiming the virtues of their childhoods and youth as if their formative years were the best and only way to live a life. The internet is awash with those stupid notes proclaiming that they wallowed in mud, drank from a garden hose or buggered pandas; and it did them no harm.

It never occurs to the ancient fools that harm is relative and very often hidden because recipients are too ashamed or afraid to give voice to something others deem inconsequential. You only have to ask women to hear evidence of that.

If you have never suffered at the hands of another or ill informed practices then you are very lucky indeed. But keep in mind that that is just you. The person on the couch next to you may have another, untold, tale gnawing at their secret inner self.

Think  before you speak or type.

Sports? Ok I will go on the record and confess to enjoying a good game of Football, thats the kind of Football that everyone other than North American’s play, it is, or can, be poetry in motion. I like hockey too it is fast and dependent on player stamina; I wouldn’t call it poetry but it does have its own brutal elegance. However, sports in general is tiresome just a romanticized way for the immature to imagine they are warriors of old…well a romantic vision of what a warrior male or female is.

That is bad enough but what is even worse is the childish language associated with sports. The stating of the obvious or daring to imagine what a player is thinking.

The heavily pressed suits and over stuffed shirts sitting behind gleaming desks in glossy studios muttering endless inanities. They are about as pointless as right wing politicos and less professional than the man on the street.

I am sure the highly coiffed decoratively slinky women presenters know as much as the male counterparts, or they can follow a script just as well, but really they offer no more value than the perennial question of “How do you feel.” to the Captain whose team has just had their assholes handed to them.

It gets worse my diatribe surrounding sports. Post game analysis is just a means to prolong an event that should have ended with the final whistle. It honestly does not matter what a stuffed shirt thinks that last shrill note is it. Not even the artistically moussed can talk a bad call back. As they will often say “It is what it is” Fade to black and bring on the Power Rangers.

The jargon, the metaphors, sports homespun philosophies and the fact that sports casts are often longer than a news cast on any radio show. From my battered keyboard I scream “Imbalance!” And why must I listen to details on every tiny teeny bopper game played in some misbegotten corner of the continent or university town of who cares where?

Ok I will be generous now I have vented my rectum. Sports is fun to take part in and watch now an then. It is not a holy crusade, it is not hoards of vanquishing warriors brandishing your hometown banner. You are not Monarch of the heap when your team wins. And, if you live vicariously through your teams efforts believing you have become imbued magical gifts then, in my opinion, you are a sorry person. Grow up and pump some of that enthusiasm into what does matter like scalloped potatoes and the perfect cheeseburger.