The writing of those words, flora and fauna, plethora and paucity, (which I hate by the way), Romulus and Remus got me to thinking and brought me to the following train of thought with respect to words:
Words! What is in a word? My kingdom for a word! A horse it may be but a horse is only a word that by any other name is still a word. Words declare wars, they garner peace. Words can be hurtful, they can be playful. Words describe words as in spiteful words, hurtful words, insightful words. We can have a war of words, crosswords or them’s fightin words. Words can be theatrical: we can have a play on words. Word is the law. It is the word. Words are prophetic. Words can be the gospel truth. So sayeth the word of the Lord. Words inspire, they transpire. Words transcribe: you have my word on that. Failing that, can I have a word with you? But words are not enough. That’s why we have lawyers. Words can also be despotic, or chaotic. A single word can inspire poetry, lyricism.
And when a few words are taken together, we have a phrase. And when a couple of phrases are linked together we have, in a word, a “sentence.” And when a group of sentences are grouped together we have, in another word, a “paragraph.” And to describe or summarize a paragraph we can go right back to the beginning of this word-train of thought – to “paraphrase!”
We can combine words to make quotable quotes: some profound, some sublime, some simplistic, some stupidly clear:
“To be or not to be – that is the question.” That may be but on Jeopardy it is the answer!
“If things are good in moderation then they must be great in excess.” My favourite.
“If something is worth doing, then it is worth overdoing.” My other favourite.
“Baseball is 100% physical. The rest is mental.” (adapted from Berra).
“A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. A woman does what she wants.”
“A consultant is someone who is adept at making the simple… complex.”
“The problem with theory is that it’s just not practical enough!”
“A wise fool is an oxy moron.”
“Those lefties are so darn righteous!”
“Militancy is great…for pacifists”
“She was at a loss for words.” a paradox for sure.
“California and Canada are going to ban cow flatulence George”
“What’s flatulence Jay?”
“Cow farts George. They are going to ban cow farts in California to save the planet! I can’t make this stuff up George. Next they’ll ban people from taking more than one breath a minute in order to reduce CO2 emissions. You’ll be seeing a whole lot of people walking around LA and Toronto with puffed out cheeks – both above and below the waist! Holding their breaths and holding their asses. It’s insane George but I’m really happy about this because I won’t have to listen to these Moonbats anymore. Especially the pompous ones like Trudeau lecturing me on how to live as they accept their awards then fly off to their holiday retreats in Cuba.”
“Wow, something sure stinks in the state of California and Ottawa Jay”
“That’s Denmark George. Something smells in the state of Denmark.”
“It does? They banned cow farts there too Jay?”
“But the Moonbats in California defend their actions by saying that people laughed at Noah too. With his ark George”
“Can you imagine the stink on that ark George? But then again the methane probably kept the water levels at bay by keeping that ark afloat and warm. And when the flooding was almost over somebody, Noah perhaps, lit a torch when he went down into the hold on that ark to see and hear and smell what the fuss, racket and stink was all about. Then, like the burning bush, KA-BOOM, that ark went up and exploded into about a millions splinters.
“Holy shit” Noah was heard to say, but in deference to his Lord, the supreme being and not in vain.
“The Old Testament’s proverbial shit hit the fan-tail of that ark George.”
“Is that where the proverb Ship.High.In.Transit. comes from Jay? Noah’s ark?”
“Perhaps George but I don’t know for certain. Could be. But it’s probably why no one has found Noah’s ark today. The methane explosion ripped that ark into a gazillion pieces, spread all across the ancient world I would think.”
“Oh yeah, and forced childbirth is the single biggest cause of global warming George. I kid you not. Must be in the grunts and the groans and flatulence from where those labouring green house gas emissions come from”
“Women are giving birth in a greenhouse these days Jay?”
“Man, we are doomed!”
“Thief allegedly steals up to $179,000 in gold coins and pucks from the Canadian mint by stuffing them, or so the mint suggests, the coins and pucks up his ass, then walking out. Probably got the idea and motivation from the Johnny Cash song “One Piece at a Time”
“Wow. And the mint claimed that they have a suspect and that as far as they are concerned the puck stopped there! Holy anal retentiveness George. Holy shit! That guy’s got balls and one helleva rectum
“Hey George, I was in a Tapa Bar the other night. Saw a sign there that said Black Olives Matter. It was a profound statement George. Profound! But, you know what? In a Tapa Bar they really do…matter!”
“Arctic melting will cause severe flooding on the shores of Greenland George!
“Eureka, George”
“You don’t smell all that well yourself Jay.”
“No, no, no George. Eureka! Eureka. You know -as in Archimedes and his Principle Eureka. That an object will displace its own weight in water. Arctic ice, it floats but when it melts the water level in the Arctic Ocean remains the same. But the Moonbats out there will not believe this law of physics and will state categorically and adamantly that Archimedes and his principle are coming to you from Big Oil.
“Oxymoronic Safe Injection Sites are springing up everywhere across Canada George.”
“Ban flatulence in cows, and in humans too, as it really is Natural Gas, isn’t it Jay?!”
“You bet George”
“200 protesters recently protesting the latest LNG proposition then hopping into their SUVs, pickup trucks and cars for the drive home.”
“Protesters protesting a proposed new cell tower in the local countryside all the while talking on their cell phones to get more protesters out to protest the new cell tower’s construction.”
“Bit of trivia George:”
“How many falls are there in Klamath Falls Oregon, Huh, huh?”
“Dunno Jay, May be one set of falls”
“Nope, there’s none George. There are no falls in Klamath Falls Oregon.”
“Wow, who knew!?”
Quote of the week
“Militancy is great – for pacifists”
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Happy Easter as our Lord Jesus Christ has risen. He died so that we may live. He has risen from the dead so as to wash away our sins.
Remember Him and His sacrifice as you sit down with family and friends today.
Have no despair living in the madness that is our world today. Do not be anxious as He is in control. Believe in Him and all of your anxiety and worries wash away. Live your life in peace and be happy. No worries.
For, I believe:
Shut out all distractions and take a good look around you. Listen to what your heart is telling you and enjoy the silence.
And you may believe as well. I hope so.
Happy Easter
Underneath God’s light, we are all one on this earth.
Not sure how many of you out there have ever heard of David Thompson. He was without a doubt one of history’s greatest navigators – land that is. He could be placed on the same footing as Captain Cook, history’s greatest maritime navigator.
Thompson opened up the Canadian and US Northwest map with his various journeys from Lake Superior / Hudson’s Bay to the mouth of the Columbia River. He was born in London in 1770; hired by the Hudson Bay Company at the age of fourteen; and worked for the Northwest Company (1797….) of Traders for most of his professional life. As with most Canadian explorers he was never recognized by his government, dying penniless and in abject poverty in 1857. London’s Arrowsmith, the world’s leading cartographers of the time stole his maps and ripped him off of all royalties. Tragic. Interestingly, he married a Metis woman, Charlotte Small, of whom he stayed married to all of his adult life…for 57 years. That was unheard of in those days. They had thirteen children.
He outsourced and out-surveyed Lewis and Clark making them appear to be mere cartoon characters by comparison. Indeed, if Thompson had been an American his memory and body of work would have been lauded and placed front and center by the Smithsonian Institute of Washington DC. Indeed, a theme park would have been constructed in his memory. In Canada? Nada.
The following is a poem I wrote in his memory. Hope you like it:
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 like poverty’s brazen pimp
I sense death’s subtle whisper there
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 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 meagre scrip
And 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
For I observed the cold Prince Rupert lands
That surrounds 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 good 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 an ignorant man
To marvel at some sorcerer’s will
I dared to dream 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
And 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 in 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
And 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 claimed my stake
I unlocked the secrets that my Lord did cast
And traced a course for man’s knowledge sake.
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Our Governor General just spent 0ver $800K to visit her home town.
$800 effin thousand dollars. Are you kidding me??
She also had an RCAF flight crew log nearly 3,000 kilometres so she could attend a six-minute ceremony, records show. Simon earlier said it was “up to all of us to act responsibly” to fight climate change: “How we do things is just as important as what we do.” Yeah right!?!?
And she never smiles. I wouldn’t want to mess with her and oh yeah, she just returned from Germany where she and 35 of her closest friends charged Canadians with a $700,000 bill. She has got to go.
Our government is sooooooo out of touch with average Canadian’s reality.
Screw you Truckers
Her hand salute is very strange. Where have I seen that before?
Oh yeah.
October 2025 (next election) can’t come fast enough.
Love this. File under the category of: yeah right!
Liberal MP “Hang Ten” Dong leaving Liberal caucus, denies allegations of working against release of 2 Michaels – so as not to undermine Liberal chances during the last federal elections…Hoe…Lee…Cow!
This Just-in. The mystery of the $6,000 a night hotel room in London has been solved. Long in denial of any information on this Justin Trudeau has now confirmed that it was he that booked the room. $6,000.00 per night?!?! This guy obfuscates like crazy and has to go. Can’t handle 3 more years of him.
Remember Conservative Bev Oda’s $17.00 orange juice in London? The liberals demanded the Cons resign over that one. The Liberals have this type of corruption down to an art form. Nobody does it better…than them.
Lynx discount air will be providing low fares between Hamilton and Vancouver. Lynx says seasonal summer offerings between John C. Munroe International Airport (YHM) and Vancouver International Airport (YVR) will begin April 16 and run three times per week.
Ticket sales began on Wednesday from $89, one way between Hamilton and Vancouver.
Problem is, is that your checked or carry on bags will cost you $480 one way. And then there are taxes and fees…and…
Who wants to visit Hamilton anyway??
Yuck!
Like the Canadian Freedom Convoy, I support of the Dutch farmer protests.
