Warning: Liberal non-speak…inbound.

Why oh why can’t she, Hadju, answer the effin question. I want to know when I can expect the second dose. Enquiring people want to know.

This is why I can never ever be part of the electoral process anymore. These elected politicians are so arrogant. It is disgusting. I don’t care and I’m not taking it anymore!

“Network” came out in 1976. Prophetic? You bet.

Warning: liberal speak…inbound:

Canada’s Chief Medical Officer had this to say recently: “Theresa Tam, our chief medical technocrat, said well yes, vaccines sort of work but who really knows?” Just like our Liberal government run by Trudeau.

Warning: more liberal speak…inbound:

Trudeau says family, friend BBQs can happen this summer — with a caveat. They must all be Liberal.

Think about this for a moment. A time today when the absurd appears to be normal. The Twilight Zone was prophetic:

A group of people were charged for riding in a car together last week after they were found breaking Ontario’s stay-at-home order.

One thing that this pandemic has taught me: your individual personal freedoms are an illusion. Anyone, anyone, can become “Big Brother” in an instant. Now I understand how the German people fell in for someone like Hitler. Well, that could not happen here, could it?

Oh, it couldn’t???

Canadians: we’re so smug.

White priveledged thought is racist thought. Black priveledged thought is not. Confused yet? I am. In Canada systemic racism means never having to say you’re sorry…to anyone anymore. Oh, and whitey unilingual Anglos need not apply for any federal government jobs.

A psychologist says parents of ‘exceptionally resilient and successful’ kids always do these 7 things. And sleeping in till noon ain’t one of them.

Social media is anything but social. I am no longer part of it. Decoupled Alexa as well. I do not shop Amazon or use google, facebook…nada…so there.

Celine Dion is returning to Vegas. Thanks for the warning.

First world problem: Grimes (???who??) Reveals She Was Hospitalized For A Panic Attack After Her ‘SNL’ Cameo…poor thing.

Short today. There is little craziness out there.

One of my favourite bands. Sad story with them:

Read ya later.



Another excerpt from my latest attempt at a book.

Hope you enjoy it. It is a draft.

After a couple of bends to the right, right again and then left, Nina motioned me to row toward a clearing that she saw on the left bank of the river. This I did but in the blind as my back was to our course upriver her direction. Giggling, then laughing, as our little dinghy came to rest up on to a small red sandy strip. I got out, then Nina and we pulled the dinghy to a safe berth out of the water and on to dry land. I tied it off to the trunk of a palm, the shaft of which was bent out then up and over the river. There was a small clearing that was perfect for us to sit, lay and relax under the warmth of the late afternoon tropical sun. Beside me Nina lay, stretched out, her eyes closed with a broad smile of contentment and happiness that could be discerned by the features of her youthful face. The soft light of the afternoon sun highlighted her natural tan. To me, she was perfect. A real Hawaiian Princess.

“What?” she opened her eyes and looked at me above her studying her every feature. Embarrassed, I turned away and couched my head into the crux of my left arm.

“Nothing Nina. Just thinking. It is so peaceful here…so beautiful.”

“Mmmm, yes it is.” she moaned, as if she was caught within the confusion of a conscious thought and unconscious sleep.

I got up and walked over to the river bank. Looked around. To my right there was what appeared to be a weathered path that followed the course of the river.

“Nina, get up, let’s follow this path here and see where it goes.”

Nina stretched her arms high above her head with clasped hands and intertwined fingers. She then gasped, shook the late afternoon tiredness from her being and came over and joined me. Together we began to walk that path.

After about thirty minutes we could hear a light whooshing, rumbling, splashing sound ahead of us. We looked at one another without making a sound. Could this be the sound of a Hawaiian legend? Of Pele looking out for her lover? Who knows? But in an instant the landscape ahead of us opened up to this large, wonderful vista. The Wailua river transformed itself into a cascading freefall over a cliff that was just to the left of our pathway. Not very big mind you but big enough to form a beautiful waterfall. Whooo-ee Nina screamed then ran ahead of me, like a child…down but not terribly so to a flat land at the bottom of the cliff. I followed suit but my cautious nature had me tread gingerly down the path. It was slippery after all.  It didn’t matter to Nina. At the bottom, with the waterfall to our left was a large pool that captured the cascade above us. The water was an emerald green colour but graced with a bluish turquoise hue. A rainbow, a perpetual beautiful rainbow, with all of the colours, hung magically and perpendicularly across the face of the fall, forming a perfect arc across the mist. Behind the sheen and veil you could make out the smooth, brownish grey rock face, the backbone of the hill that formed the cliff and the underbelly of the waterfall itself.

Nina screamed with delight. On some flat rock that framed the east side of the pool, she stripped down, naked to me.

“Oh Jimmy” she exclaimed “this is so wonderful, so magical, mystical, whoa–wee. I am so happy, so excited here. A gift. A gift to us from the Hawaiian gods Jimmy.  Oh to my God…a gift to share with us. And with that she dove off of the rocks and into the pool. Her tanned bottom that last thing I saw. She surfaced a few yards out with her beautiful back behind me, then she turned toward me, and screamed…a happy, happy excitable and playful scream. Nina smiled such a broad smile. At this very moment in time, to me, she was perfect. And she was with me – thank you God for thinking about me.

I stripped as fast as I could, hobbling on one leg in my excitement to get my runners off. Then a short run and off I went. Into this magical pool of enchantment with a girl that I was beginning to fall for. A cannonball for heaven’s sake. I had a juvenile mind I must admit. The water was so fresh and clean especially after our salt water bath. Surfacing, I swam over to Nina but stayed a respectable distance away. Shyness was drowning me. I just stood there in one place treading water and watching her. Scared, but in a good way. Nervous. Nina disappeared below the water and then rose breaking the surface behind me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, turned me ever so gently toward her and then held me close, face to face, smiling at me. Her deep blue eyes drew me in to her as if I was caught in a barb and being reeled into a net. I had no control. The water around her, the waterfall, the rainbow colours, the mist, the mountains around us and the outflow of the cool refreshing water of the Wailua were nature’s aphrodisiac. I was trapped, nervous with anticipation and helpless all the same but willing and able. Nina drew me close to her. I could smell her sweet warm breath on my face. Closer and closer and closer to her. Suddenly her broad, almost comical smile and mischievous expression disappeared. She closed her eyes and drew me to her mouth: her arms and hands firmly placed behind my neck. We kissed – a long sweet embrace. I could feel the warmth of her breath and her nudeness all around me – envelop me, even with the cool ambient temperature of the pool. This was indeed paradise. If heaven is even close to this…..

“This is our heaven Jimmy.” she whispered to me. “Never forget this place of ours.”

She broke off, looked at me affectionately. We kissed again and again and again. I couldn’t get enough. Our naked bodies were synergistically joined. Her warmth stoked my body’s heat. I was happy, and excited and extremely happy. Nina likes me. I thought. I think I love her.

All at once Nina said.

“We have to go. It will be dark soon. Dusk in the tropics does not last long.”

Without saying a word we swam back to the rock ledge. Up I went, put on my trunks and tee and runners. Nina smiled mischievously at me.

“Turn around.” she ordered and smiled again. I complied.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Up the bank we went to the crest of the falls. Along the path back to the clearing. I don’t think I remembered that walk at all as I was lost in the romantic spell of the place. Kauai will always be to me the “Enchanted Isle.” All I could think about was Nina. A perfect day.

In short order we were back at Akaru-Hime. Good thing too as it was getting dark. Nigel and Angie had not yet returned from their excursion in Lihue.

I was famished. A couple of beers later and I was down for the count. I stole a glance from Nina from time to time but she was subdued. Lost in thought perhaps. Thinking of our afternoon together? Tired? Don’t know. Her body language and silence was confusing to me, as I felt she was a wee bit standoffish toward me which was a surprise given our time together. Yet, I took the positive side of things and reminisced to myself about our time together at the pool. I had that scene etched in my mind’s eye…forever. It would be some time before I fell asleep.

This song was a huge hit when I was in Hawaii 1974-74

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Happy Tuesday

So go and Fauci yourself:

Dr. Pepper, erm Dr Fauci, was behind some of the virus research at the Wuhan lab – or at least he knew what was going on there and has been implicated in the Wuhan Corona virus. So says Fox News.

Now Fauci wants us to wear seasonal mask for……………..for………….forever!

And the W.H.O. wants to get to the bottom of this. Who? The World Health Organization stupid. That oxymoronic organization who are in China’s back pocket, that’s WHO?

Gotta love this:

NBC cancels the Golden Globe awards for 2022. AWESOME. Next? The Oscars and hopefully the Grammy weirdos.

For me this is the last straw, or the straw that broke the camel’s back…or…

Helping our planet – one straw at a time. Timmy’s (Canada’s version of Dunkin Donuts) introduces paper straws. Reason is to save the health of the planet. Not us, the planet. Never mind that their products suck and are 99% sugar. Doesn’t matter Timmy’s, as we will be too fat to notice.

Unintended consequence: Sales are plummeting at Timmy’s:

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Hey, but I am saving the planet…one butt at a time.

Gotta love this too, too….

All the money in the world cannot make you happy. Bill and Melinda Gates are divorcing. “Never marry a computer nerd.” she was heard to say in passing.


Bridgitt Arnold, a spokeswoman for Mr. Gates, told The Times that her boss and sex fiend Jeffrey Epstein had met multiple times to discuss philanthropy… yeah right. “Bill Gates regrets ever meeting with Epstein and recognizes it was an error in judgment to do so,” Arnold said at the time.

When asked to comment he, Gates, could only say this: “ERROR 404.”

When pressed about this video Bill Gates could only say: ERROR 404.

Why is it that the millennials will listen to Bill Gates on just about anything but will not believe the actual science?? This from a guy who wants to inject gazillion amounts of dust into the atmosphere to block out the sun’s rays.

The madness of even being Bill Gates.

A Bill Gates world:

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When asked about his vision for the future all Gates could say was:

“ERROR 404”

You know we’re screwed right? Canada’s debt load is the highest per capita in the western world. Tru-dough has increased Canada’s spending since Covid began to such an extent that our debt load and spending over the past 2 years is higher than the last 152 years combined. No matter.

Timmy’s is looking to hire Tru-dough as a consultant.

Unintended consequence in Canada: printing machine sales to the federal government soaring.

Joke of the year. The Liberals approve the Arctic Ice Breaker project. hahaahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Job for life. Of course Quebec won a major portion of the contract.

SJ Note: I have to laugh as I worked on this project way back in 1988 when I was stationed at National Defense Headquarters.

Fact of life: Stephen Colbert is not funny.

Being good looking and popular doesn’t mean you are not as nutty as an O’Henry: Tom Cruise and his scientology science.

Saturday Night Live has been accused of cultural misappropriation. Really? I would have thought that they have been accused of not being funny. How on earth has SNL lasted so long. Well, like those never ending lineups at US amusement parks, Americans love “boring.” Have ya watched a Major League Baseball game lately?

What “Herd Immunity” looks like.

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In Canada?

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In Canada we also need “Turd Immunity:”

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From our fearless leader. Turdeau!

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Dear Shiva. Help me rid myself and Canada of Hazmat Singh.

Have a great Tuesday.






The Last Bit

Oops, I missed Friday’s post. Sorry.

The last bit of the section I have been working on. Hope you like it.


The very next Saturday afternoon. Back at Noss’

“Wonderful Nigel. Just bloody wonderful. It will be a great opportunity for you.” Mr. Sommers said, about as excited as I was. Ruth was non committal.

“Well, I should miss you Nigel Filtness.” was all that Ruth could say.

“I will not be gone bloody long Ruth. Maybe a month or two. Then back.”

“It will not be the same.” she said emphatically. “Oh I know it won’t Nigel. You…you will be gone off to some…some exotic mysterious locale and may never return. I may never see you again…or our afternoon adventures with Lilly and Lillian.”

She was pouting, like a ten year old spoiled schoolgirl.

I was confused. She had never shown me any affection other than that as a sibling.

“I do not understand you Ruth. I thought you would be happy. For this opportunity for me.”

She looked at me, shyly. “I am happy Nigel…really…I am…good on you. She seem to perk up, smiled a very broad smile then ran off toward Bridge Road heading in the direction of Kingswear, which was about 2 miles away.

Mr Sommers shrugged. “I cannot help you there Nigel. I think she sees this…I mean you going away… as an end to her idyllic life here. A disruption of her routine. She does not like change.” He shrugged again then drew his attention back to Lillian.

I looked at Mr Sommers, then in the direction to where Ruth was heading. I threw down the rags I was holding and run up to Bridge Road to catch up with her. I walked on past the upper bridge ferry to Dartmouth but there was no sign of her.  I continued on for a short while down the laneway until I came to a small clearing on my right which was just up from the train tracks but below the laneway. Ruth was sitting there on a grassy slope looking out across the Dart to Dartmouth. Her arms were wrapped around her legs which were bent upward almost touching her chest. It seemed as if her chin was resting on her knees. She was rocking back and forth. She seemed to be in some sort of meditative state, as if the world around her was but a distant sideshow of her immediate reality.

“Ruth…Ruth.” I called.

Startled she looked up and behind her. Her left hand and arm across her chest. She gasped.

“You scared me Nigel.”

“I am sorry Ruth.” I walked down to her. “I did not mean to scare you, only to find you to see if you are okay. You left in a huff it seemed to me.

Can I join you? I promise I will not bite.”

She motioned me to the grass not saying a word. I sat down beside her. We sat there as one and in silence for a time.

“You will not be coming back.” she said. “I just know it.”

“What makes you say that Ruth?”

Without looking at me directly she responded. “I can sense it Nigel. A feeling I guess.” After a pause. “But why would you come back?” She turned toward me as she said that. “There is nothing here for you. Is there?” She touched my arm. “No family. Not many friends to speak of? Nothing concrete really…to anchor you to this place? And why should I care? Outside of our sailing afternoons with Daddy, I hardly know you. Do we have anything in common Nigel? You and I? I mean we come from different households…have different backgrounds…different life experiences. What do we have in common Nigel? Hmmm?”

I did not know what to say. This was not like Ruth. What has gotten into her I thought.

I looked out across the Dart for a while, then back at Ruth. She looked beautiful, radiant.

I went on.

“We have a lot in common Ruth. More-so than you may think and many others I would gather. We share a common love for sailing, for the water, our environment here on the Dart…this place, Kingswear, Dartmouth, “Lilly” and “Lillian” Saturday afternoons, the Dartmouth Castle, your father. Oh yes indeed.” I paused to gather my thoughts, emotional as I had become. “Yes Ruth your father. We share a common bond there…that I know for sure. Mr Sommers may be your father and you love him and he loves you very much indeed. But for me your father is also very special for he saved my life. Without him I would be nothing. I shudder to think what I might have become without his friendship and his kindness to me. He has been like a father to me. The father that I never had.

And above all else Ruth we share a common memory of our life here on the Dart.”

Oh yes, we have a great deal in common Ruth.”

As I said this Ruth turned toward me. Slowly, ever so slowly she moved her head toward mine. Her arms came up and touched my shoulders. I did not know what to think or do at that very moment. I followed her lead. Our eyes met. She smiled affectionately at me, then, instinctively, we embraced. We were drawn to one another, naturally. We kissed. A sweet short kiss followed by a long, warm touch. It was wonderful. I was becoming aroused.

“I will not be leaving you Ruth. Not ever. I will be back. I promise you.”

Saying nothing she smiled at me with her eyes, with her mouth and with her expression. She stroked my facial features and my hair with her soft hands.

“Promise me Nigel? Promise me again and again.”

“I promise Ruth.”

“I think I love you Nigel. I do love you.”

She loves me? I thought. She loves me. What does that mean?

No response.

What a wonderful afternoon we spent together. Walking back to Kingswear hand in hand. Playful. Laughing. Boasting in jest. Stopping from time to time to embrace. Time stood still, the walk to the lower Kingswear Dartmouth ferry melted away – too quickly. As she boarded the ferry to Dartmouth, I stood there and watched her go. In her giddy way she jumped up and down…for joy…as she waved goodbye to me over and over again until she was out of sight.

For the first time in my life I was extremely happy.

Great song. Never heard from these guys after this one.


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And yet another excerpt:

A very successful first day on the water for Lillian’s new life as the inanimate protégé for Mr Sommers’ attention…and for Ruth and I. We spent the next few Saturday afternoons working with Lillian. We would not venture out if the weather was nasty as Mr Sommers felt our experience level was not commensurate with the expertise needed in a strong wind. No matter for me as I would spend that time helping Sommers at the shipyard maintaining Lillian. There was still much work to do on the interior. Ruth, when not at school, would come down and help. I looked forward to her presence with us as I found I was beginning to miss her when she was away. I was thinking of her all the time.

The next few years went by quickly. I had finished my forms at Dartmouth. I decided that the Navy life was not for me and as grateful as I was that the Royal Navy saved my life and instilled a sense of discipline and self worth and confidence into my psyche I could not see that kind of life for me. I declined the offer of a commission as an Officer Cadet or a rating.  Seeing first hand what these young men had to put up with, my own upbringing, with its neglect and physical and verbal abuse, lack of love, instilled into my character a strong sense of independence and selfishness. My back would often rise and my temper flare at the slightest occurrence of an over bearing authority. Little did I realize at the time that the forbearance of love and of patience for me in my early life would become a dominant factor of my own personality in the way that I treated those for whom I felt were beneath me. Little did I know at the time that this would become an overriding determinant of my character in future years to come. But this was my survival instinct that I felt I needed in a world that I felt, unconsciously, was harsh, cruel and void of love. It was the only way I knew in handling relationships of a non carnal nature. The only way I knew of getting things done as most people had done with me. Mr Sommers was the exception. But that would manifest itself later and beget considerable loneliness. As a late blooming teenage boy I had no understanding of such things.

Ruth and I grew closer and closer as the months turned into years. Often times we would go out on the Dart in “Lilly” and explore the area stopping from time to time on a bank of cool grass upriver a way. We talked…erm…she talked of many things.  She was a young woman now. Gone were the boyish locks. Her hair now fell to her shoulders, fashionably coifed with natural curls that were interspersed and intertwined within wave upon wave of strawberry blond tresses that were particularly radiant in the afterglow of a late afternoon sun. Her complexion was flawless and was all the more exotic and welcoming by just a hint of makeup. She was naturally beautiful. Well proportioned, athletic, strong. Her breasts were mature and full, not large, perfect for her physical size.  She had her mother’s eyes I was told. Hazel green for the most part with the slightest touch of grey and an intimation of violet if the sunlight graced her features just so. You could almost detect the coloured hue of violet in a reflective measure of sunlight only to lose sight of it on closer inspection.

“Whaaaat” she would say, teasingly, as my gaze burrowed into her eyes.

“Your eyes Ruth.” I thought they to be green, hazel perhaps, but just then I could detect some violet. Violet, for heaven’s sake?”

“My eyes are green Nigel Filtness.” she laughed as if she needed to scold me, turn me straight. “Maybe a tad hazel but green predominantly.”

Predominantly…predominantly? She had a better way with words than I will ever have. Her diction was precise, flawless really, unlike the guttural slang that came out of my mouth. I was intimidated by her yet she never belittled me.

“I like you Nigel Filtness.” she would announce, as if she was my queen and I her peon…jester. “King….Nigel”, never the Queen. I may be female but I would be KING of all of England, and Wales, maybe Scotland, Ireland perhaps. No, no never Scotland as I can never understand the brogue there.” She giggled. “But Ireland? Ah the land of song, poetry, romance and tragedy. Suffering, tragic Ireland. The Emerald Isle.

“Ireland?” I would ask of her as I lay on my back, my eyes closed, the sun high in the sky but on with its western slide.

“Yes Ireland Nigel” she sat there, smiling, as if pleased with her own insight, sitting as she was with her legs flat out across the grass in front of her with her arms back and to her sides holding her up. “Yes Ireland Nigel, the land of Yeats, of Shaw, of Oscar Wilde…”

“Oh the “poofter” I interjected.

Not saying a word she looked down at me with a scorn that could mortally wound.

“Of Oscar Wilde, Joyce, Michael Collins…” she paused and sighed a long passionate sounding sigh…of the revolutionaries, 1916 Ireland with Padraigh Pearse…”

“Who?” I countered.

“Padraigh Pearse Nigel. Padraigh was an Irish romantic poet, scholar, barrister, revolutionary of the 1916 Irish Rebellion. He was a tragic figure – a naïve Irish ideologue hero. He was executed as one of the Irish rebels of the Easter Riots.”

“Oh, you don’t say” was about all I could say. I felt extremely low intellectually whenever I was with Ruth.

Nevertheless Ruth and I became inseparable. “Lilly” and “Lillian” were our common thread; our common bond; and our common love for sailing. Soon, the intricacies of Lillian’s unique gaff rig configuration became second nature to both of us. We knew Lillian’s quirks like the backs of our palms. It was not long before Mr Sommers had full confidence in both of us. And before long it was not an unusual sight for the Dartmouth and Kingswear sailing community to recognize us both for what we were: respected local seafarers. Lillian, and us, became synonymous with the regulars of the sailing community, particularly those members of the Royal Dartmouth Yacht Club, of which Mr Sommers was a lifetime member, as an icon of the Dart maritime environment. Even the Royal Naval College took note of us, particularly Petty Officer Brand.

“Nigel…Nigel.” Petty Officer Brand asked of me one day while about on the Hindostan.

“Yes Sir.” I was still part of the Royal Navy at Dartmouth but not for very much longer.

“We’re taking Mercury to Gibraltar in the spring. Would you be interested in joining us.”

“But I will be finished here Sir.”

“No matter Nigel. I can offer you an extension for the purposes of this trip. You will be released on return. I can have that in writing. It will be a great experience for you. Almost a direct sail down. We can take a frigate ride home. We intend to leave Mercury at our base there for use by the Garrison. – adventure training as it were.

“Let me think on that sir.”

“Fine Nigel, let me know. But soon. Oh and one other thing. You will be tasked as our principal navigator. A great opportunity for you.”

“What about kit?”

“That will all be taken care of. Sextants, tables, almanac everything. You will also have charge of your own watch.”

“Yes indeed.” was all I said, Yes indeedy” then left for Kingswear with a pronounced spring in my step.

I was so excited. I had to tell Ruth and Mr. Sommers.


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