We’re here to help you so why do you not trust us?
It’s so much fun being me.
I…Am…the Prime Minister of Canada and…you’re not.
Thank God I’m not.
“Dear Shiva, please get rid of those nasty conservative, racist, misogynistic, bigoted anti vaxxers (except Quebecers) radicals. Please!
Oh, and those racist, misogynist, red neck, Nazi truckers too.
This from the University de Montreal. Prepare to be STONED…”
Using marijuana may affect your ability to think and plan, study says
Nooooo Wayyyy
“Our study enabled us to highlight several areas of cognition impaired by cannabis use, including problems concentrating and difficulties remembering and learning, which may have considerable impact on users’ daily lives,” said coauthor Dr. Alexandre Dumais, associate clinical professor of psychiatry at the University of Montreal.
“Cannabis use in youth may consequently lead to reduced educational attainment, and, in adults, to poor work performance and dangerous driving. These consequences may be worse in regular and heavy users,” Dumais said.
Two of the University of Montreal faculty members could not be reached for comment.
Daniel Ream — Don’t mistake this for stupidity. Dr. Dumais is a genius. She figured out how to get the university to pay for her and and her friends’ weed supply, while doing the research.
Somebody is always in charge…no matter what the political ideology.
I like this. Brotherhood.
Note: Formatting is off but I do not know why. Perk of WordPress.
Canadian Pravda
CBC Pravda Story: The CBC yesterday clarified its claim that Russia was behind the Freedom Trucker’s Convoy on Parliament Hill in Ottawa. The assertion was not factual the Canadian Broadcaster said…BUT…” there is concern in Canada that Russian actors could be continuing to fuel things as this protest grows, or perhaps even instigating it.”
The CBC cannot admit their mistake was Fake News. The only actor playing in Canada is our Prime Minister in the role of Prime Minister.
Is this Canada or Venezuela?
Canada’s Cabinet yesterday acknowledged widespread opposition to its proposal to censor the internet in Canada, Heritage Minister Pablo Rodriguez said in a statement. No matter because we’re doing it anyway.
One of my favourite songs. Kept me sane and very happy during my 900 kilometer Vezelay to St Jean de Port pilgrimage shortly after my wife passed in 2017.
https://youtu.be/yXfiNxfX8aI
SJ note
I am going to be away from this blog for awhile due to a family issue. Thanks for reading or tuning in.
I will only be posting excerpts from some of my books from time to time (see links at the top of the page).
God Bless the Truckers. Remember, God is in control…of everything.
God Bless everyone. Resist the deception. Enjoy and be happy for what we have.
I always have a peaceful easy feeling. Life is good.
As taken from my Master’s Thesis. Escalation of Commitment…or committing to a “failing” course of action:
“In many respects the South Pole at the turn of the 20th century was an environment of no’s. There was no point of reference. There was no large geographical landmark announcing, “here I am”. There was no large hole in the ground staked with a massive pole obtrusion or place name. There was no marker. There was no obvious tell tale sign that an objective had been reached. There was no support for life. There was nothing there but wind: a wind so cold and bitter that it was life sucking. It was as if the wind gods had found a place on earth to vent their anger unabated. A howling, deafening non – prevailing wind with snow and blizzard and drift that was constant only in its relentless power. A non-prevailing confused and chaotic maelstrom because there was no direction here – except north. There was no warm southwesterly, steady westerly or an easterly. Everywhere one turned one was facing north. There was only the bitter north wind. And coming from all directions!
And there was nothing at the South Pole except a frigid, blinding white desert plain projecting a desolate and frighteningly yet awesome picture of nature – at its best and at its worst: a lifeless, broad, flat, monotonous stretch of frozen landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see – in every direction. In the summer months there was 24 hours of sunshine but with it came an incessant blinding glare. In the wintertime an eternal darkness fell over the land like a veil of silence in death: a darkness that was made all the more eerie and dangerous with temperatures dropping off the bottom of the Fahrenheit scale. And everywhere one looked it was always the same. There were no distinctions. Only wind and drift and snow and ice. An ice that was so pervasive, it was everywhere. Ice – in crystallized air. Ice – in frozen breath. Ice – in frozen sweat. The south polar plateau was an icy land that was both hypnotically breathtaking as it was nomadically restless. Ice that was over a mile thick. Ice that permeated and smothered every secret that the land may hold. Ice that moved. Ice that scorched a path across a barren landscape. Ice that was so relentless and unwavering in its slow glaciated crawl across the south polar plateau toward the Trans-Antarctica Mountains. Ice that fell in precipitous icefalls: down expansive glaciers that were bordered by mountains over 15,000 feet in height. Towering granite peaks, like sentinels, these mountains protected a high frozen polar ice prairie that was home to a non descript geographical point of the earth that was the frozen underbelly of the world. The South Pole was indeed cold and inhospitable. It was a terrible place.
And on this land of ice and snow, on this south polar plateau some 10,000 feet above sea level, tales unfolded in an historical context of polar exploration that have since become the source of legend and myth. Legendary tales of survival, of leadership, of endurance, of courage, of success, of heart rendering self-sacrifice, of depression, of defeat: of men, of dogs, of ponies, of unremitting hunger, of disease, of death. It is a place of storied heroism, of foolishness, of fickle and fate, of obstinacy and ignorance, of mental breakdown and stupidity. It is a place of friendship, of camaraderie, of jealousy, and spite. It is a place of majestic peaks, of icy crags, of hidden crevasses, of bottomless chasms, of pressure ridges, of untold beauty and horrific dangers and suffering. It is the vast polar plateau, the Beardmore and Axel Heiberg glaciers, the expansive Ross Ice Shelf, The Devil’s Ballroom, McMurdo Sound, the Western Mountains, Katabatic wind, Terror and Erebus, the Bay of Whales. It is the playground of killer whales, the home of the Emperor and Adele penguin, the Weddell seal, Skuas and the Antarctic petrel.
For some men the South Pole symbolized gentlemanly fulfillment. The Antarctic environment entrapped them into an addiction of exploration and an escalating sense of superhuman accomplishment. It instilled a sense of unbridled commitment and fulfillment to a cause that was of intellectual importance and of spiritual poetry and propriety. Apsley Cherry-Garrard, one of Robert Falcon Scott’s men and author of one of the best south polar chronicles written “The Worst Journey in the World” (Cherry-Garrard, 1930) described south polar exploration this way: “Exploration is the physical expression of the Intellectual Passion”(Cherry-Garrard, 1930, page 577). Perhaps it was for men brought up on Victorian values. Victorian men who were intellectually nurtured on Browning, Tennyson, Dickens and Darwin, or influenced by Jowett (Hibbert, 1987). But for many of these men there was also that adolescent like fearlessness and ignorance of the horrific dangers, subtleties and paradox that was the Antarctic. Reading their stories, their fearlessness and bravado somehow undermined the intellectual passion and poetic romanticism. For the Antarctic may be in one instant a beautiful thought provoking place. But in the next it heralds a terrible, frozen death. Its death knell is both unsuspecting and indistinguishable, but death nevertheless. For the Antarctic environment knows no glory. It knows no sense of gentlemanly conduct. It has no sense of fair play or understanding of intellectual pursuits or passion. When all is said and done, the Antarctic is not a positive place at all. It is a place of no’s”
54% of Canadians support the Freedom Truckers. So what does our Prime Minister say?
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau yesterday said Freedom Convoy protesters must go home after days of demonstrations at Parliament Hill. Trudeau made the comment after describing truckers as “tin foil hats” deserving of public disgust: “What is needed is for people to go home.”
Our illustrious leader is so out of touch with regular Canadians. He has to go. Please vote him out as soon as possible.
Our current state of affairs:
A man can be a woman, a woman can be a man. A man who says he is a woman can compete in women’s sports. A woman can compete in men’s sports (but never does as she/he can never qualify).
Good is bad, bad is good, white is black, black is white, right is wrong whereas wrong is right.
But woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!
Sound familiar? Isn’t this our current woke state of affairs?
The passage was from Isaiah the prophet some 28oo years ago.
Oh, here is another good passage:
Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools,
Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature (Gaia) more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever;
For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature;
And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet;
And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient;
Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers,
Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents,
Without understanding, covenant breakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful:
Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.
Some evil dude by the name of Paul penned that some 2,000 years ago.
And here is something from the same dude to his buddy Timothy:
This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy
Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good….truckers as “tin foil hats” deserving of public disgust: “What is needed is for people to go home.”
Sounds like our current state of affairs doesn’t it?
This vid kind of sums everything up with respect to how our Trudeau paid, government run legacy media (Canadian Pravda) reported the Trucker’s movement.