Break

Gone until 24 September.

Check out these books. Click on the links at the top of the page. Great reads. From a starving Canadian author…no really…I am.

I am working on another called: “The Red Jewel”

Final song for awhile. A Christian song that was written by a Jew. Psychedelic overtone from an acoustic folk artist. One of the greatest one hit wonders ever written. Even atheists love it.

1969. Unbelievable riff and fender fuzz. Enjoy.

Read ya later.

 

SJ….Out

State of Canada

The state of Canada today under Trudeau:

In a recent submission to the United Nations Security Council, the Canadian government advocated for a “gendered and intersectional” approach to preventing terrorism and violent extremism.

Canada made the submission on July 28, 2021 during an informal meeting of the Council on “preventing terrorism and violent extremism through tackling gender stereotypes, masculinities, and structural gender inequality.”

“As speakers have noted, gender stereotypes, masculinities, femininities, and gendered inequalities have long been exploited by violent extremist and terrorist groups to their own ends,” claimed the submission.

“It is imperative that we continue working together to raise awareness of this phenomenon and advance comprehensive gender-responsive approaches to more effectively and sustainably counter terrorism and prevent and counter violent extremism.”

Those toxic masculinity types are responsible for all of our terrorist problems in the world. If we just give them a hug and transform them into girly boys and have them play with “Barbie” our terrorist problems would just go away.

Canada’s Climate Barbie couldn’t agree more.

Canada’s minister of foreign affairs states that we are not yet sure whether we should acknowledge the Taliban as the legitimate government in Afghanistan. It is too early to tell. Meanwhile, in Afghanistan:

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Taliban minister of foreign affairs speaks out.

 

His Liberal colleague Monsef says we have to talk with our Taliban brothers.

On the campaign trail Liberal Party Leader Justin Trudeau has once again evoked memories of former prime minister Stephen Harper while on the campaign trail.

During a Monday morning stop in Granby, Quebec, Trudeau once again referred to the former prime minister.

“Today’s economy, tomorrow’s economy needs us to fight climate change. Canada lost 10 years under the Conservative Party who wants to go back to the old Harper years objectives and goals. Some young people who are voting for the first time and who just do not remember the Harper era. Well, since 2015 we have been working hard to catch up but we cannot waste any minutes especially over the next four years,” said Trudeau.

What a waster of space this feminist PM is.

That is sweet Justin given that Liberal PM Chretien promised similar goals in his Kyoto agreement of 1997 – 24 years ago and did nada. That has always been the Liberal approach. Promise the world and deliver nothing. Oh and BTW Justin, O’Toole is your opponent not Harper.

Inflation doesn’t concern me – so says Trudeau;

The Budget will balance itself – so says Trudeau;

I have no interest in the country’s financial affairs or its financial health – so says Trudeau.

But…but…but…Diversity is our strength.

And, under a Liberal government you will have the right to party:

Am I ever glad that I am retired now.

SJ…Out

 

 

 

 

Latest Book

Here is a short excerpt from the latest book I am writing. It is called “The Red Jewel.”

“We dropped anchor in the spot that Mac identified. Sails were lowered and secured. The engine cut. The anchorage was well protected by the high lush green hills of the coastal Tell. A few houses could be seen ashore just inland from a broad, dark sandy beach. Local fishermen could also be seen tending to their boats and nets. Seas were calm, crystal clear with a muddy pale blue of colour. There was little activity as we were well east of the port and industrial area of Bejaia. It seemed to me from afar to be a vibrant and beautiful Algerian city.

From our sailing directions I learned that Bejaia had the standard historical script for the area. The area was first thought to have been inhabited by the Andalusians. It then became part of Carthage and ultimately Rome – an important port of the Roman empire that supported and facilitated trade between the Mediterranean countries and the Sahara caravans. Over the years it became Byzantine, Muslim, Christian, Spanish, Ottoman and French. It was even the site of a major battle during the African campaign during World War Two. Today the port of Bejaia is the principal port of the western Mediterranean for oil exports although the area is also active with the export of iron, phosphates, wines, dried figs, and plums. An interesting place and one that I will never be able to explore.

The sun set and dusk fell rapidly. Tonight there was no moon. It was as black as Satan’s erse as Mac would say.

“Nigel, go below and stay up in the forward berth. Get some sleep. I’ll keep watch. Don’t come up unless I ask you to”

I did as he said but was confused and a tad frightened. What is going on? I thought.

I fell asleep, restless as I was.

I was awoken sometime early morning. A thud against the hull about mid-ships on Orion’s Belt startled me and caused me to sit up. Adjusting my eyes to the darkness and rubbing the sleep from my being I listened to a thud, thud thumping sound of what must have been a small punt banging against the hull by the motion of the sea and the up and down movement of Orion’s Belt on her anchor chain. I could also hear the muffled sounds of human conversation but it was so low and baffled by the hull that I couldn’t make out what was being said. Just then the familiar Scottish brogue from Mac came into audio range, but in a language I did not understand. It was all so low and muffled. I slowly and quietly got out of my bunk and peered out one of the small ports. All I could make out were the legs of about three men who were standing on the port side of Orion. I could not make out their faces due to the lower aspect of the small port. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness outside I could see that these men were all carrying weapons…shotguns: the weapon of choice in a confined area such as the topsides or the lower and restricted confines of a sailboat’s interior.

“Aye, aye, aye. Yes…oui, oui.”  It was Mac speaking French to these interlopers. But why?

“Dites a Momawd…that I will do as he says but there will be an additional cost. Aye, an additional cost. Comprendre?”

Silence, then “Oui Monsieur” one of the strangers said, and then to his comrades…”Allez, allez…la”…and with that they disembarked into the punt and were off. I went back to my berth and pretended to be asleep. After a few minutes Mac came below and aroused my out of my slumber.

Nigel…Nigel…up lad. We have to go…now.” he shook me and repeated himself. Up and at em laddy. Let’s go…NOW.”

I got out of my bunk. I was still in my day clothes. I stretched and yawned and called out to Mac who was heading aft toward the engine compartment.  Get the anchor Nigel. I will flash up. We’ll leave the sails secure until daylight. I came up, topsides. It was still as black as Satan’s arse outside: warm and still and very humid. I could see the odd light ashore. Not a sound could be heard. I wondered where our company was at the moment but I could not discern anyone in a small vessel. It was too dark and there was no sound of voices.

The stillness and the blackness of the night made me shiver with anxiety, especially at what had just occurred. Mac was not forthcoming as to what was going on. It took me some time to get my night vision. In doing so I made my way forward to the anchor rode. I began the hand over hand motion to raise the anchor and get it out of the water and secured into the anchor locker. The muffled sound of our reciprocating engine came about and morphed into a smooth idle. In a few seconds Mac had the engine into gear and Orion’s Belt began her forward movement from our anchorage. With our sails down and secured we motored out and into the broad expanse of the Med. We continued in a northerly direction until sunrise. We both sat there in silence. I did not dare to raise the subject of what had just occurred as I was thought to be asleep. Mac was not open to me about his strange rendezvous. Who were these people? I thought to myself. And what do they want with Mac?”

SJ…Out