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Canada Day

Happy Canada Day to everyone:

My favorite.

Go out and enjoy the day and F*&K all of the politicians who say otherwise.

Our home and the native’s land.

We are all Canadians. If anyone tries to tell you that you are a settler Canadian and not a real Canadian…tell them to go and F^%K themselves.

 

Happy Canada Day…Enjoy the day with your family.

 

SJ…Out

 

 

 

David

A poem I put together sometime ago. David Thompson was probably one of the world’s greatest explorers yet he receives little credit or recognition from his Canadian host.

Two Shillings and Six Pence

(David Thompson 1770-1857)

This winter’s shade  ‘s so cold and pale

It besets my gaze and arthritic limp

With chills and hunger’s ceaseless laugh

I sit with poverty’s brazen pimp

 

I sense death’s subtle whisper here

As she smothers all thoughts of present, seeing

No past, no future, no joyful screams

Just drains my life-blood’s present, being

 

Too weak to cry or beg to feed

Only Charlotte’s love to soothe my fear

To lose all pride and my self esteem

For a morsel’s taste of youth to cheer

 

Two shillings here and six pence keeps

My life away from some beggar’s fate

How I laugh at such a meager scrip

Of a legacy lost to some scoundrel’s bait

 

This Judas touch forsakes my warmth

Within this cloak of adventurous tales

While hunger sings its cryptic, sorrowful song

So hauntingly long, so distressingly stale

 

Yet my hands betray my mind’s ambition

Of an artist’s touch that sowed this land

From the chartless wasteland’s fearsome grasp

To mark and plot from a surveyor’s stand

 

Dear Philip, you saved such a restless being

With patience you taught this wretched card

From falling so deep in a darkening abyss

With death so close and knocking hard

 

The heavens await your observer’s touch, you said

So make your mark and claim your stake

Unlock the secrets that our lord has cast

And chart a course for man’s knowledge sake

 

I observed the cold Prince Rupert lands

That surround the grey vast inland sea

As I tracked the tundra’s hard core frost

And fed my mind’s curiosity

 

I observed the wasteland’s magnetic strength

That draws one in like a madman’s gaze

And witnessed the great white creature’s feats

These lords of the barrens, of the inland bays

 

I observed the lands where the muskrat calls

And let the beaver seduce the zealot’s mind

I observed, and marked…ten thousand times marked

And culled the wilderness’ fearsome grind

 

I observed and marked…ten thousand times… marked

With my dear and dependable friends

I marked the time on my sextant’s arc

And undermined the sun’s eternal bend

 

I observed and marked ‘cross prairie grass

Stark contrast ‘gainst the granite’s stoic stance

As far away as my eye could see

Just wave upon wave in a dreamlike trance

 

I observed the rivers that fed a thousand lakes

As their headwaters announced a torrent of spring

I observed the power of the snow pack’s flood

That fed and nourished my soul to sing

 

I marked the mountains with my measured glimpse

As they dwarfed my being within heaven’s glance

I observed their snow tops blinding strength

Like whitecaps whirled in some frightening dance

 

I reduced the stars from their heavenly maze

Like magic that masks the mathematician’s skill

Or the illusionist’s trick that traps the ignorant man

To marvel at some sorcerer’s will

 

I dreamt of stars to capture thus

With my filtered plates and their golden arc

And hear my mark like some winsome sonnet, ring

And resonate through the superstitious dark

 

I marked the paths across this special land

Each river, each stream, each mountain pass clear

From Superior’s strength to Columbia’s Bar

With the 49th line in my sextant’s mirror

 

Yet my great map there in the great hall falls

Like a silent echo of some passionate deed

Observe… deceit in its projection thus

While rotting there with its mold-like seed

 

But the pain that lives within my heart

Not sorrowful pity or self-loathing disgust

It’s Arrowsmith’s torment, which lingers so

And rips my heart with such subtle thrusts

 

Just memories now to ease my pain

Such wondrous thoughts that no wealth could bring

 As marvelous dreams of dreams await

On the plains and the foothills, where the mountain streams sing

 

I’ll embrace death’s call for my observer’s touch

For I made my mark and I claimed my stake

I unlocked the secrets that my Lord did cast

And traced a course for man’s knowledge sake

 

SJ…Out

Cancel Canada Day

I cannot believe it. Cancel Canada Day over the discovery of unmarked indigenous graves at some of the residential schools in Canada. What about the 61,000 Canadians killed and missing during World War 1, or the 40,ooo Canadian graves in Europe as a result of the Second World War? Shall we cancel Canada Day because of that, or honour them?

The virtue signalists are at it again as are the “Idle No More” movement and the more radical elements of the First Nation bands. Their motto? Never, ever, let a good indigenous issue go to waste against Canada. As tragic as the residential school issue is, it has been addressed over and over and over again in this country. Billions of dollars have been spent. It is becoming the gift that keeps on giving.

We do not know the circumstances surrounding these graves. Are they all indigenous? Were they all children? How did they die? And when? Some of these schools were over 125 years in operation in an age of TB, the Spanish Flu, Diphtheria, Polio and other lethal childhood diseases. To come out and say that the Catholic nuns and priests deliberately murdered them is a stretch. What of the other denominations involved such as the Anglican and Methodists? If the forensic analysis confirms murder or blatant physical abuse leading to death then the perps should be exposed and punished. To do otherwise in the court of biased public opinion is not appropriate or a responsible course of action. Unfortunately my thoughts will not fit the official Trudeau and indigenous narrative therefore I will probably be vilified for making these comments. So be it as that is the way of the “cancel culture” culture we now live in.

And why are these graves unmarked? I do not know the answer but I do know that many of these grave sites were marked using wooden crosses. Over the years these crosses would have rotted out and, given that these schools were poorly funded by the federal government, it could be that gravesite maintenance costs were undermined or forfeited for higher priority requirements – like food. We do not know that unless the records reveal as such. And if the revelations do come out they will never see the light of day if they do not fit the accepted narrative of abuse and neglect by white Anglo Saxon Canadians.

I am not a racist. I am not a bigot. I am not a red neck. I am not guilty of genocide – as our Government would have me believe. I am a good person. I am a Christian. I am Catholic by birth. I believe in a God’s laws. The atrocities committed against the indigenous people in this country in the years past were committed under the auspices of man’s laws and not God’s laws. God should not be held to account but man should.

I am proud of my country – but not of the clowns that are currently in charge.

When will it end? Never, and unless our leaders address this and put it behind us my fear is that Canada will be ripped apart. And Trudeau and his incompetent governmental cronies will have nobody to blame but themselves. This guy will not stop the tear letting. Like Obama in the US, his virtue signaling and political correctness are tearing our country apart.

Forget trying to assimilate the indigenous people into Canada. They do not consider themselves as Canadian. Never have and never will. Give them full autonomy: their own (productive) lands, their own government, their own laws, rule of law, enforcement; their own education, their own everything.  Let them be a nation within the geographical area of Canada. And get rid of the Indian Act.

Hey McKenna resigns and will not run in the next election. Why? She wants to spend more time with her kids and fight climate change. Pah-lease. That is a new one. What about her husband, Scott Gilmore? Doesn’t he count for anything?  And hey, what about that gold plated pension coming her way after only 6 years of service?

Oh, I can’t say that as it is racist – so says Trudeau.

Few facts in Canada or reasons I will never ever vote again as I cannot bring myself to be culpable to a government intent on destroying our country:

Trudeau supports Quebec’s unilateral decision to remove English as an official language in Quebec – only French. The other anglo provinces have to retain the dual language schizophrenia;

Quebec can change the Canadian Constitution, which they never signed, whenever they please but the other provinces cannot. So says Trudeau; and

Trudeau says that the only good PMs were/are from Quebec. That Quebec owns Canada…and on and on it goes

Rumour has it that Trudeau wants to give McKenna’s seat to Mark Carney. Who is Mark Carney? He used to be the Gov of the Bank of Canada before moving to the UK to be the Gov of the Bank of England. Now he is back in Canada and will be parachuted into a safe liberal riding to run in the next Federal election.  Yes, he is yet another elite appointed by his highness Trudeau. Am I cynical? You bet. Is the Family Compact alive and well in Canada? You bet? Is Canada run by the centralists, as in Quebec and Ontario? You bet. Am I going to vote? Never again unless we change the electoral process in this country because all we have here now is an elected dictatorship run by the so called Laurentian elites – as in Ontario, Quebec and the Maritimes. The west be damned. Interestingly the original Canada of 1867 comprised Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.

I want no part of that.

SJ…Out