Man oh Man

The best a man can be:

Eeegads: I am a real man because I am going to buy that watch!

Gillette, Egards?…………………………………………..Piss off! You don’t speak for me.

According to Progressives:

                            Toxic Masculinity                              Progressive Masculinity

Who would you rather be?

Would your rather drive a Prius or a Shelby? Hmmm? Be honest now.

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What we really need is more masculinity!

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Steve McQueen in the iconic Mustang from the movie Bullitt!

I just checked my watch. Eegads I need a shave man. Gotta go.

Another version of I’m A Man…by Chicago, 1971. Terry Kath, lead guitarist of this band, accidently shot himself in 1978 while playing with a handgun. He died of his wounds. He sings the first verse of this song and does the guitar work.

Have a great Navy day…..man.

Man oh man……………………geesh

Or as Trudeau would say:   People oh people…………..geesh!

 

SJ………………………………………..Out

 

Carbon Crap….er Tax

A Carbon tax is being introduced nation wide by our dear leader. He made this announcement at the same time as environ-mental leaders were discussing environ-mental issues and carbon pricing initiatives down the road in Quebec with Ms McKenna, Canada’s Minister of the Environment, also known as Climate Barbie. Was this a planned pre-emptive strike? Don’t know but something sure is rotten in the state of Denmark!

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I cringed when B.C. brought in a Carbon Tax and I am cringing still with Trudeau’s Carbon taxing plan. It just tells me that these people have no clue with respect to basic chemistry 

Carbon © is an essential element of the Periodic Table (#6). I like to think of it as nature’s table or nature’s chemistry. Carbon forms the key component for all known life on earth so to tax Carbon is to tax all humanity for being, well, human. The human body is made up of 18.3% carbon.

If it is Carbon Dioxide (CO2) that our dear leaders are trying to control and capture then say so. CO2 is not C. But even CO2, which is comprised of one Carbon Atom and two Oxygen Atoms, is an important compound element of nature’s chemistry table. It is found when we exhale, when we fart, shyte and just about everything else that we do. It is a byproduct for much of what occurs here on our planet, organically or mechanically. Carbon Dioxide is not an environmental polluting agent because it is not detrimental or poisonous to life (Biology Cabinet). Carbon dioxide cannot kill living cells by altering their structure or physiology in the same way, for example, as a snake venom will. It can only suffocate an organism when Oxygen is not present at a sufficient concentration to sustain life. 

The difference between carbon dioxide and carbon monoxide is one less oxygen atom in the molecule of carbon monoxide. This small difference renders carbon monoxide toxic and carbon dioxide vital. V..I..T..A..L! 

I would hazard to guess that many of our politicians and their bureaucratic advisers are missing an atom or two as well. They’re policies are surely toxic.  And you know where this is headed?

What does Trudeau think of this Carbon Tax?

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Some stats:

That the Arctic would be ice free by 2014, then 2016                                  NOT

That the polar bear would be in dire straits by now.  Last I heard the band was doing alright with the members that they had.                                    NOT

That the Arctic ice melt will drown North America. Ever heard of Archimedes and his principle?  Eureka, I thought…………………………………………………………………………………………………NOT

Mt Kilimanjaro’s snow cap would disappear by now.                                 NOT

Some people are making big money out of this                                             YUP

No snow by now, by golly, ever again,                                                               NOT    Damn!

See the source image Say what? What did you say? No snow anymore? Am I in a dream state?

Sea levels are rising. At least not where I live. The tidal gauge hasn’t changed since 1853. Maldives are still there though the cabinet moved back on to dry land.                                                                                                              NOT

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More severe weather. Only in the minds of the MSM                                 NOT

More floods, more wildfires, droughts, tornados, hurricanes               NOT

Severe weather. Oh, you mean stormy weather, etta boy                         NOT

Eastern Seaboard will disappear. Damn, no more Boardwalk?             NOT

Governments are collecting millions in taxes over this                           YUP

“Are you satisfied? That you steal our money and make jackasses out of us all??”                                                                                                                                          NOPE

(Katherine Hepburn to Burt Lancaster in the 1956 movie: “The Rainmaker”)

And millions upon millions and millions of people still believe this shyte.                                                                                                                                                   YUP

When I was growing up we were only concerned with or heard about the weather in our local hood. But today we learn of, or are aware of, floods in Bangladesh, Hurricanes in Haiti, Typhoons in the Philippines, Wildfires in New Mexico , Earthquakes in Italy, Drought in Sudan, the very instant that they occur. So no wonder it seems as if the entire planet is on a “tilt-a-meter.” Yet these events have always occurred. The only difference being is that today, unlike 30-40 years ago, global communications, the fear mongering UN, and apocalyptic reporting by the MSM have brought these naturally occurring events into our living rooms on a continuous basis……..Geeesh! And that is another reason I no longer watch the news on TV.


Trudeau to David Suzuki. Heard in passing:

Hey David, hahahahahahahah….we got that Carbon Tax through, hahahahahaha. Canadians are soooo naïve Davey…Can I call you Davey, David?….hahahahahah, and stupid. It’s like manna from heaven for a politician..hahahahah.

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But, but, but, you know what? hahahahahahahha. And this is the best part, hahahahahahahah. I can hardly talk here Davey. hahahahahahah….did you know that we exhale C02 with every breath we take? huh? Huh? Davey? Huh? hahahahahahah….we can tax the air…the air Davey. Think of it? Damn, I’m so good. How I love being me…hahahahaahahahahah.

Trudeau’s “Manna from Heaven” on wheels:

See the source imageIt’s really weed, man. Government weed!

Unless we begin to push back, we are doomed                                               YUP

“We’ll be taxing you! Every single day, we’ll be taxing you.”

“I’LL BE TAXING YOU”

 

Don’t know how you feel but “Sting’s” music has sucked ever since he left the “Police.”

 

Have a great Navy day.

 

SJ…………………………………………..Out

David Thompson

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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 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 skill

 

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

 

(c) ShakeyJay 2015

This land is God’s land.

Have a great Navy Day

SJ……………………………………….Out

Weird and Wacky

I just read about this:

“I see the first nations want to buy the trans mountain pipeline from the government. So let me see if I’ve got this right. Trudeau’s government paid 4.9 billion dollars to buy the pipeline, now the first nations want to buy it for a similar amount. The only problem is that one of the first nations primary source of income is government largesse. And they pay no taxes. So if this deal goes through then the Canadian taxpayer will have paid 9.8 billion for the pipeline – that hasn’t been built yet. This sure sounds like liberal economics.”

BTW, Canada is now viewed as a nation that is unable to build anything of major importance!

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I didn’t know I was toxic. I’ll have to order one of those Haz-Mat suits from Amazon. Notice too in the ad that whitey males are toxic and black males are righteous.

Or become New Age Enlightened. Like these guys

SNAG (see add above) or “How I Spent My Summer On Hornby Island.”

Or perhaps this guy.

I always hated this cartoon character.  Annoying!


From the new age journalism file comes this bit of journalistic professionalism…or “This is really awkward file:”

CNN host accuses guest of “White Privilege.” Only problem here being is that her guest was Black. She tried to apologize, accusing others such as her producer for her own lack of preparation, but her guest would not let her off the hook. In quoting Martin Luther King her guest stated that he would rather by judged by his character and deeds rather than by the colour of his skin…….or what razor he uses in the morning.

Be the best a man can be…not get….always.

Still a great song after all these years. Stevie Winwood (singer) was only 17 years old when this song was produced in the 60’s.  Play it LOUD!

Have a great Navy day.

Have a great weekend. Read ya Monday.

SJ…………………………….Out

Words!

Just doodling today:

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 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.

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.

Yet words are not enough when communicating.  Context and understanding are crucial. Without context confusion arises to the point of ridiculousness.  Let me try to illustrate this by something that I learned in school:

Take the word “nit.” The Concise Oxford English Dictionary defines “nit” as a stupid person, a louse.  Then add the letter “k” before the “n” and you have “knit.” Yet the word “nit” from the word “knit” is a whole different kettle of fish.  And what is that anyway: a kettle of fish?

Now, let’s take the word “wit:” defined as someone with a sharp sense of humour, a player of words perhaps.  As in “that man possesses wit.  He has a sharp mind.” But then add the letter “t” before the “w” and you have “twit.”  Or, combine the word “nit” with the word “wit” and you have a “nitwit.” But “nit” and “twit” together does not sound quite right – “nit-twit?”

Nonetheless, given that a “nit” is already defined as a stupid person, and “wit” is someone who has a sharp mind, then “nitwit” defiles all logic in a descriptive sense except perhaps to define someone who possesses a stupid “wit” – which in itself is oxymoronic.  But “dimwit” already has that locked up.  Yet what is really frustrating about the undercurrent of this word is that “dimwit” is the opposite of someone who has a sharp “wit.”   So, that being the case, let’s call him or her a “blunt-sharp” person!

To make matters worse a “twit” could be someone who has a sharp “wit,” and is still a “nitwit” or a “dimwit.”  So why can’t we call him or her a nit-twit?  Or a “dim-twit”?  The bottom line is that “nitwit” or “dimwit” sounds better.  The other bottom line is that English words are just downright confusing without context and a shared understanding of the contextual environment we are communicating in.

Words can mean different things to many different people.  It is how we shape them, construct them, and construe them that are key to our success in using them.  Timing may be one thing but context is everything. Take my word for it.  You’ll be surprised at how much fun words can be.  You’ll be truly amazed at your wordiness.

 Oh yeah, and I remember my Italian uncle declaring to his Italian spouse: Hey Flora. Let’s go to the big city and have some fauna – hey? Groan

 You have my word on it.

 * Excerpt from my book: “I Thought I’d Died and Gone to Heaven” 

Have a great Navy day.

 

SJ………………………………………….Out