“Iran cannot, I repeat, cannot have a nuclear weapon. I took my cue from General Colin Powell and Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction. Wooo-haw.” or “How do I look in my air force blues? Impressive?”
Dr Strangelove’s General Jack D Ripper.
Trump’s Secretary of Defence: Peter Hegseth – A real Class Act…not! ” I just love President Trump. His leadership is a thing to watch. Our dynamic Commander in Chief. He doesn’t hesitate. He leads. I love it. Wooo-haw. A truly, truly impressive man. I love him. I would crawl over broken glasses of Bud Light to follow him. He is my bud…my idol.”
Pregnant pause here folks. Cue to:
Dr. Strangelove
“Hei….erm Hi. I am the expert in all things that go boom, ya-vol!”
“I will just ride things out. Yes, things will be great everybody, really great, really, really great. Yes they will, yes they will, for everyone. Great!
Yes they will, especially for Iran and the people of Tehran.
Next? The world! Great Scott!
I love my bombs!
Hee Haw
US invades IRAQ in 2003…based on a lie. 20 years later with countless killed….killed….killed….killed. “Really, really great. Yes…mmmm, it will be really, really great. Yes it will. Pre-emptive! How I love that word. It’s performative. Yes it is. It really is…you bet.”
Shakeyjay is out of sight, out of his mind and out of here.
Have you ever had that feeling of pure ecstasy, an unbelievable happiness running through your veins and every cell in your body, where everything is right with your world? It is a rare existential, performative feeling of well being. Of being completely in tune with your existence and with your Lord. I have experienced that feeling, but only a few times in my life. Very personal indeed but there nonetheless.
In my own feeble mind, this son captures that feeling.
While on the Camino Frances, Spain. Early morning light. Oh what a feeling…
…of being on top of the world.
And while sailing. One with the sea, the wind and the sky.
Excerpt from Red Jewel (above link). It will give you a sense of what I mean:
“The moon? Oh, the moon. By now it was a large bright orb that appeared on our eastern horizon just after sunset, rising. How bright it was and a welcome sight. It will be our companion until the early hours tomorrow. You could read a book by it and its pale light gave the color of the sea around us a silk-like, midnight blue colored texture. And under the moonlight the boat’s phosphorescence came to life, glimmering and sparkling bits of plankton that transformed itself magically into sheets of translucent but shimmering diamonds or star-dust running down the hull from the bow to the stern. Like a sorcerer’s mix this phosphorescence transformed the boat’s bow wave into a magical mix that was exquisite and breathtaking to look at. It was God’s manifestation of His physical presence in this world. A reminder. Our stern wake took on a paranormal ghostly appearance as it snaked its way astern then dissipated into the nothingness and magnitude of the dark blue seas behind us. It was as if God was telling us to take note, as his presence is revealed to us by the mysterious and miraculous sea world around us.
With the moonlight upon us the night was no longer an ominous threat. Then, as the night progressed, and the moon rose higher and higher, it carried a golden ring that made its radiance brighter in intensity. It was so bright and clear that I thought I could make out the American Flag that was planted on the moon by astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin back in 1969. Or is that the man in the moon I am seeing: an expression that was clearly defined as he or her smiled down upon us. And at sunrise the sky revealed a rising sun in the east and a translucent, pale looking moon to the west. It was magical. It was transcendental as it was very spiritual. Looking out into the infinity of the universe and of its perfection and complexity I know with certainty that there is a God. It was during these times, in the middle of the night, that I found myself miles and miles ahead of myself or mentally distant from my current reality. This is what occurs to you at sea in the middle of the night with only your thoughts for company. I stare at the moon and study every nuance of its surface consciously while unconsciously my mind drifts away into the past where I am able to remember minute and insignificant details of my life with renewed clarity and understanding and peace. No longer am I afraid of what or how life may present itself to me but looked forward to all that life has to offer. For now, in this beautiful setting of God’s given and most powerful elements of sea, wind and sky; and the stars and planets that form all of the constellations, I can recognize a true powerful and living God and thank him with all of my heart for all of his blessings that he has bestowed upon me. I look to my future with assuredness, anticipation and confidence. It is in this moment of time and space, and clairvoyance, on this boat in the middle of the central Pacific Ocean, that I am filled with elation and happiness. It is an unbelievable feeling of wellness and joy and one that I have rarely experienced in my lifetime.
And without a moon a gazillion pricks of light appeared. You sit there in your element as if you were on a plain of fluid bobbing around and trapped inside of an inverted bowl. Above you were millions and millions of stars forming a canopy of infinity that is only limited by the relatively minuscule and human visual boundaries from the eastern horizon to the west, and from the northern limitations to the south. Then or now.
It was an eerie sight, and feeling, attempting to visualize infinity: The Alpha and the Omega, the mystery of life itself. You couldn’t even attempt to measure it or define it. And from within the bowl, the stars appeared like some celestial audience that was watching our every move and trek across their world and their universe.”
It is a funny thing to me, somewhat ironic I think, that we prepare ourselves for many things: we buy car insurance to protect us and our investment from harm or destruction or personal injury and liability. We purchase house insurance to protect our security, our wellbeing, and we purchase life insurance to protect our love ones and survivors if anything should happen to us. Yet we do little to prepare ourselves for that spiritual and eternal life after we are gone. We do little to protect our souls and or to seek salvation. Why is that? I do not know. I am a believer so I have no fear, or anxiety whatsoever. Yet non believers are willing to risk it all. It is like having no spiritual life insurance. I do not understand that. Believe and accept Jesus Christ as you savior and you will feel all of your anxiety and fear melt away. You will experience the joy of knowing there is a Father who cares for you and is in control of everything. As our young people would say: No Worries!
Skakeyjay is out of sight, out of my mind and out of here.
Have a nice day.
On another note:
Quote of the week:
“Well done Brian Wilson! You were such an inspiration for all of your fellow schizophrenics out there. Your music will live on forever. Peace with you! Rest in Peace.”
To bite off the hand that feeds ya, or another Nigerian scam. This time the city of Toronto is the target. Chow down on that will ya Torontonians.
The City of Toronto is facing a possible $50-million proposed class action lawsuit by refugee claimants who allege they weren’t given free shelter beds between 2022 and 2023.
The claim was brought forward by the Black Legal Action Centre, Lewis Litigation PC, and Stieber Berlach LLP on behalf of Wasiu Adekanmbi, a 40-year-old refugee claimant from Nigeria who invokes both Black and LGBTQ+ identity in his claim.
Should be a winner. Should have asked for more.
Maybe now they’ll stop bugging me. Oh wait, they did say I had a cheque waiting for me worth $50 million US dollars. All I had to do was turn over my banking information. Whew. Thank gawd for the Israelis!
CBC Canada? We want moe (sic) money to the tune of $2.5B.
“Well of course we do,” say the head of the CBC, also known as Liberal Pravda. “Our exec’s bonuses are way too low.”
“Yes they are,” said one of the janitorial execs at CBC HQ. “My 10 mil bonus last year hardly met my needs. 20 mil will do it though.”
“We’ll see to it right away,” said one government official. “After all insufficient funding to the CBC, which is Canada’s Pravda, is an existential threat to Canada, don’t ya know. It’s performative, which is another word I love to use to obfuscate. It sounds good but means nothing.”
And, and, we’re going to give the Canadian military $69 Billion dollars to bring us up to 2% of our GDP on defence. But, but I am not sure I like the looks of that monetary number. “Will it have to be gender related?” someone asked. “After all it is 2025 you know!” “It already is.” a government official answered.”
Perhaps that is why they, them, our Liberal government came up with that figure.
“Greta Gaza get yer gun.” Oh boy / girl/ he/his/her/them is/are she / they in for it again.
Greta Gaza’s Ship of Fools. Arrested and deported…immediately. Not after 10 years, as it is in Canada.
Elbows up! Erm, I mean hands up! Sorry…but I am Canadian after all…sorry about that. Sorry!
Good thing they didn’t land in Gaza. They would have been was/were!
Quote of the day:
“Finally, a Pope that is younger than me!”
Save us….Please or
Take my wife…………………PLEASE!
Or buy a book…..Please!
Shakeyjay is out of sight, out of my mind and out of here.
The “EBook” and / or Paperback version are now available and can be purchased through Amazon. You can also get the audio format.
Kurofune: The Black Ships is a war story, a love story, a story of redemption and rebirth.
The Battle of Saipan saw the Pacific War’s largest Japanese Banzai attack. Over 4,000 Japanese soldiers died while about 1,000 Marines lost their lives during this harrowing nightmare of a suicide thrust by the Japanese to push the Americans back into the sea.
“Kurofune” tells the story of that tragedy against a backdrop of nationalism, military fanaticism, heroism and self sacrifice. Yet Kurofune is also a love story, a war story, a story of redemption and a story of rebirth.
I also have a compilation of poems that were written over the years.
The “EBook” and / or Paperback version are now available and can be purchased through Amazon. You can also get the audio format.
Kurofune: The Black Ships is a war story, a love story, a story of redemption and rebirth.
The Battle of Saipan saw the Pacific War’s largest Japanese Banzai attack. Over 4,000 Japanese soldiers died while about 1,000 Marines lost their lives during this harrowing nightmare of a suicide thrust by the Japanese to push the Americans back into the sea.
“Kurofune” tells the story of that tragedy against a backdrop of nationalism, military fanaticism, heroism and self sacrifice. Yet Kurofune is also a love story, a war story, a story of redemption and a story of rebirth.
An excerpt:
“The entire western seascape off of Saipan’s horizon resembled a solid black mass of hellfire, with shell after shell expunged from the depths of their magazines only to be fired in quick succession. It remained a massive display of firepower—so massive that the ground shook and the entire island seemed as if it was trapped in a never ending battle between Numazu and the Japanese god Kashima. The air was extremely heavy. It was difficult to breath. It was as if a ridge of high pressure toxicity had descended on the island, covering everything and everyone in a suffocating blanket of that gray combat dust of fear.
Where was the Combined Imperial Japanese Navy?
Saito and Nagumo finally realized that an amphibious assault was imminent. Saito radioed his superiors in Tokyo, as well as all theater commanders across Micronesia, to the threat that he faced. With limited resources on the island, especially food, water, fuel, and ammunition, and with reinforcements highly doubtful due to American submarine and air patrols, Saipan was cut off.
Saito and his General Staff accepted their reality that an assault was forthcoming. But from where? There were no amphibious assault or transport ships visible anywhere off of Saipan. His ability to send reconnaissance aircraft out to find the amphibious fleet was undermined by the American’s control of the airspace. Furthermore, additional American battleships and cruisers were beginning to bombard the east coast of Saipan: Magicienne Bay, the Kagman Peninsula, the south coast off Naftan and Agingan Points, and to the north and west sectors of the island north and east of Tanapag Harbor. Even Mount Tapochau received the odd shell. Saito felt that the beaches around Chalan Kanoa would in all probability be the primary point of ingress by the US Marines. This is where the Saipan Garrison had focused its defensive perimeter of bunkers, pillboxes, and enfilading fire points. This area was considered a strategic focal point by the Japanese General Staff in that it provided direct access overland to Aslito, a distance of about two to three miles from the beach. They could also take out the temporary airstrip at Kanoa as well. With Aslito in American hands, it would only be a matter of time before a wave of military might would roll up and over the rest of the island, including Tanapag Harbor, another strategic point on Saipan. With Aslito, the Americans would control the entire airspace over the Saipan battlefront.
Saito understood the importance of the Chalan Kanoa beaches, and he knew that the attack would invariably take place in this area. Nevertheless, the bombardment in other parts of the island, especially the northwest beaches, concerned him. When an amphibious force of some strength appeared off the beaches around Makunsha village, he was forced to send some of his troops to that area in response. Indeed, General Saito radioed Tokyo with a report that an invasion force was curtailed by Japanese forces in this area. Yet not a shot was fired by either force, although the US Navy did support this assault with gunfire. Was this a ruse on the part of the Americans? Perhaps. Saito was not fooled even though he left some troops in this area, just in case!
Where was the Combined Imperial Japanese Navy?
General Saito could only hope.”
“We can pray differently. We can gather in different places of worship, but all of us must come together around the values of Eid,” he said. “The values of community, of generosity and yes, of sacrifice. These are Muslim values. These are Canadian values.”
I will not tell you who said that, but you can guess!
Sacrifice, Muslim values are Canadian values? Pretty soon, sharia law will be here in Canada. Mark my words…in my flesh!
Overheard at a Muslim / Canadian Christian poker game.
“I see your one child infidel and I’ll raise you ten. My Call.”
What they couldn’t do by the sword they will accomplish demographically. Divershity is our strength. Don’t ya just love that word. Like existential. Sounds good but means nothing.
Canada’s Prime Minister or Canada’s Chief Mortician
I know the Canadian economy is dead but don’t you worry cause I’ll take care if it. The country is in good hands.
Carney, AKA…Snidely Whiplash
Violence erupted in Downtown Los Angeles Friday as angry leftists surrounded and eventually began to vandalize an ice facility and attack officers following a step up in raids and detention of illegal aliens by the federal agency.
The Los Angeles Kings were not amused.
Quote of the week:
Militancy is great…for pacifists!
Interesting song. #2 song of 1967 – the Summer of Love. It is only two minutes long and its lead singer in only 16 years old. Huge hit back then.
Shakeyjay is out of sight, out of his mind and out of here.
Pass the popcorn!
Also available on Amazon.com or .ca.
I know the Canadian economy is dead but don’t you worry cause I’ll take care if it. The country is in good hands.