GSM: Good Stories Matter

If you want to help out a struggling Canadian writer, check out my two published books by clicking on the titles at the top of the screen. They are available at Amazon.com or .ca. Just type in the titles in the search bar or click on the links at the site…thanks.


Peter Green, a founding member of Fleetwood Mac, died yesterday. Never heard of him no doubt as he was not part of the California version of Fleetwood Mac. Here is an example of his music with the British version of Fleetwood Mac. This song was said to be an inspiration to the Beatle’s Abbey Road “Sun King.” David Gilmore of Pink Floyd loved it as well:

RIP Peter Green.

Slow to get started back. Almost a year. Great break. Wrote my third book. Coming out soon on Amazon. It is called Monk’s Orchard. Here is the cover design. Just mouse over and click the link.

Monk’s Orchard_cover

It says I am married in the bio but I am not. I am a widower but the publisher thought it best to just leave it that way in the bio. So I complied. It took me a year to write this thing. I enjoyed it immensely. It is my hobby. I know….Covidly weird. Some people like to protest and destroy things as a hobby but I like to create stories….It;s like…well…I don’t know…good stories matter…so to speak, or write.

This will be short. My last post way back last August has some points that are still relevant for me. I will repeat them here:

I am an old fart. No doubt. I have always thought of myself as a people person, non racist. Over the years I have come across many people of all colours and races. My brother in law is black. My other brother in law is Japanese. I think they are great guys yet if I ever think of criticizing any one of their colour, as in Black Lives Matter, on the same grounds and on the same moral standards as myself, then I am attacked by the progressive crowd and considered a racist, a bigot, intolerant, red neck asshole…

I am a Christian. I am proud of the fact. I am unapologetic about my faith. Yet because of that I am considered as someone who must be absolutely stupid, irrational, imbecile, idiot. How can you even consider something like God as being relevant if you cannot see him or her, or feel their presence, or believe in their incredible legacy of love and salvation for all of us? Well, it is a matter of faith. Something that is lost on so many people these days, especially the Governor General of this great country of ours. Someone who has ridiculed my beliefs only because those beliefs are non scientific or rational in her eyes…

I used this video on my last post over a year ago. I love this song. The riff, the beat, were well ahead of its time. Came out in the 60s. It is a song full of paradox in today’s world. It is a song of Christian faith, psychedelic in nature and  written by a non Christian Jew by the name of Norman Greenbaum in an era of peace and love and drugs . Covered many, many times. Enjoy it:

Shakeyjay…out.

Resumed and Coming Soon

Coming soon to the blog-verse. Complete with typos.

Why? Well, cause I paid to host this site you know.

And, ticked off by soooo many things these days. This blog is therapeutic for my sanity.

Music to my ears.

Just a peaceful easy feeling.

I have written two books. Click on Kurofune or I Thought I’d Died and Gone to Heaven at the top of the page – just above my pic of “My View from Mill Bay” to check them out.

I have a third book on its way. It is called Monk’s Orchard. I had a great deal of fun writing it – if you could call writing fun. Covidly weird. It will be out on Amazon shortly.

Just mouse over and click on the link to get an overview.

Monk’s Orchard_cover

 

 

 

 

The Fat Lady Has Sung

I am an old fart. No doubt. I have always thought of myself as a people person, non racist. Over the years I have come across many people of all colours and races. My brother in law is Black. My other brother in law is Japanese. I think they are great guys yet if I ever think of criticizing any one of their colour, as in Black Lives Matter, on the same grounds and on the same moral standards as myself, then I am attacked by the progressive crowd and considered a racist, a bigot, intolerant, red neck asshole…too bad but oh so sad…and wrong.

I am a Christian. I am proud of the fact. I am unapologetic about my faith. Yet because of that I am considered as someone who must be absolutely stupid, irrational, imbecile, idiot. How can you even consider something like God as being relevant if you cannot see him or her, or feel their presence, or believe in their incredible legacy of love and salvation for all of us? Well, it is a matter of faith. Something that is lost on so many people these days, especially the Governor General of this great country of ours. Someone who has ridiculed my beliefs only because those beliefs are non scientific in her eyes.

My faith in God has given me moments of sheer joy of being alive and incredible inspiration that I cannot even begin to describe to you. My faith has also helped me get through some very bad times such as the death of my wife and recently my brother. My brother, who was mentally handicapped, was a gift from God himself. He was angelic, had a joyful disposition and an innocence that could have only come from the Almighty. He was blessed and his blessings fell on all of us who knew him. I feel sorry for our Governor General and for all of you out there who lack faith, don’t believe in anything except yourselves or anything that you cannot see or that isn’t secular in nature...too bad and oh so sad. 

I am a patriot. I have served my country for 37 years. I loved it. I am proud of the fact. But in this country so many of my fellow citizens despise the military, the police, any person of authority. Why? Because they lack self discipline and self respect in their own right. We are considered losers by many of our fellow Canadians and especially from our political leadership. Too bad and oh so sad.

I am tolerant. I do not care if you are black or white or gray (grey) for that matter. Everyone is unique. Everyone is wonderful in their own right. Everyone deserves respect. Everyone needs love and should be loved. But when you attach identity labels to yourself and demean me because of the colour of my skin – white is a colour you know – or my beliefs, or my faith and expect me to cow tow to your every need or whim because of mistakes or prejudices of the past then who is the intolerant one here? Yes mistakes and prejudices have been made. In the past. But this is the present. I have faith in the future. Let us move on and not be so damn sensitive to every little thing out there. Unfortunately, as I have seen through some of the feedback I receive from this blog, many of you have lost your sense of humour or sense of fun. In your eyes everything is offensive. And when everything is offensive then nothing is offensive anymore. Fun has become a four letter word. That is too bad and oh so sad.

I am proud of my American friends. One of my very best mentors was an American. I met him and his wife in Hawaii when I lived there way back in 1973 / 74. He was a Navy Veteran of World War II. He treated me as an equal even though he was 50 to my 22/23. He was generous, intelligent, patriotic, religious and tolerant. He possessed many of the values that defined his generation as being the Greatest Generation. He volunteered for many years at St Jude’s Hospital in Memphis Tennessee. It was Ted who convinced me to join the Navy after I had sewn my wild oats. It was Ted’s life that inspired me to write Kurofune: The Black Ships. Ted was a wonderful man and a proud American. He passed away June 2011. He was 87. He died the year I retired and 37 years after I knew him. Coincidentally, I served 37 years in the Royal Canadian Navy after I met him.

So for all of you smug Canadians out there, Americans cannot be defined by a single politician or a political party. And to refuse to go to the United States because you do not like their duly elected President or to shun Americans as being ignorant ignoramuses and idiots – as I have heard too many times, then who are the intolerant ones here? Canadians are probably the smuggest, most holier than thou racists on the entire planet. And that is bad and oh so sad. And hypocritical.

I am not an intolerant racist. Yet whenever I poke fun at a particular group or an individual, or religion, or an event I am labelled a (insert whatever label here) phobe. Our free speech is under threat and when we lose that we have lost our freedom and we will ultimately begin to denigrate into totalitarianism. And that my friends will be very bad and oh so sad.

After considerable thought on my part I am finished doing this blog for the time being. It was fun doing it. I may come back to it in the future but for now I am just going to use it as a vehicle to promote my current books and to those that come.

For people like Derek, thanks man.

John aka Shakeyjay!

Out.

And for my last musical addition, a Christian song written by a Jew that is psychedelic during an era of piece and love. Talk about inclusiveness. Remember that. Trying to replicate Woodstock ain’t goin to work. By the way this song was way ahead of its time with respect to its Riff.

 

Summer In The City

The Fifteenth Hottest Third Tuesday In July Since Records Began (Last August)….wow.

I just had my third largest “dump” in all of my history on this planet

I see CO2……..really. That invisible odourless gas Greta?

Yup.

I see dead people too.

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So do I. Every time I see some guy or gal tell me the earth will end in 11 years if we do not address climate change…NOW!

Well, It’s that time of year again — summer — when the weather/climate charlatans try to scare us into believing that because we are having the annual heat wave, global warming is real and the world will surely end by next summer (by which time you’ll have forgotten last summer).

I love this. Paris heat wave is proof positive that global warming climate change is real. Paris is a heat sink, a heat island. As is Toronto, Chicago, Tacoma, Atlanta, LA. they say that temps hit 40 for the first time in years. Well, wait a minute. I did a pilgrimage last summer from Vezelay France to St Jean Pied de Port – 900 kilometers in total over 45 days. On August 3rd 2018, in a small town called Premerly the temps hits 44 degrees. So there.

AOC wants to ban all jetliners with her Green New Deal. Yeah, that should work.

AOC’s favourite tune.

Oh and the temps hit 42 degrees yesterday in Toronto. Wow. On further inspection, 42 was the humidex temp. What it felt like because T.O is located on the northern shore of Lake Ontario, one of the 5 great lakes, a relatively large body of water. Of course humidity, due to water vapour not CO2, will be high. The actual temperature in T.O was 29 Celsius.

Yes, it is hot Virginia. It is summer. It is supposed to be hot. We have heat waves. Hot air incoming, not from Ottawa, but from weather patterns from the gulf of Mexico. If it was cool, you would have everyone complaining about the shitty summer. And in the winter, we have………..oooooo……………wait for it………….The Polar Vortex. My legs are shaking. No Virginia. It is winter. It is supposed to be cold. But now -10 is the new -30 due to the wind chill. Climate Change.

Love this headline:

Democracy Must be Suspended to Fight Climate Change. In Canada we have an elected dictatorship, so we’re already there Virginia. And as there is no debate on this I feel Democracy in this country has already been flushed down the heat sink.

How can anyone believe this shyte:

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I don’t know what or who is scarier. Her or that picture.

Bill Nigh?;

Beware of false prophets.

You just wait. This 16 year old girl from Sweden will win the 2019 Nobel Peace Prize. Laughing stock. This pic is an insult to Dante’s Divine Comedy. It is no laughing matter though. Indoctrination…you bet. No wonder climate suicides are on the rise. Blasphemous.

I do not know about you but I love summer. I love sitting out back with a cool one enjoying the sweltering heat, especially when a cool breeze pops up out of nowhere. Heaven. I remember my parents sitting in their cool basement back in the summer of the 1950s / 60s sucking back a Pilsner, while dragging away on their Buckinghams, or Camels. It was a summer heat wave. Love it.

To all of those guys out there:

Why MARRY?

You have two choices in life:
You can stay single and be miserable,
or get married and wish you were dead.
__________

Another great song from the 60s:Monday…and don’t believe this shyte.

Or this. Remember?

 

 

SJ………………………..Out

 

Woman

Had a great talk with a friend of mine today – somewhat of a philosopher, and his take on women and what makes for a very successful relationship.

Over a few beers……….

“What do ya know about women anyway, Shakeyjay?” he says to me

“Not too much.” I says

“Do you know what makes for a great, long lasting relationship.?

I just shrugged.

“No, what” I says, curious now.

“Silence! Silence, on your part Shakeyjay. While your woman is nattering on to you, you say nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing… nada.”

“Say what?” says I

“Not say what. You say nothing. And I mean nothing.

“You just sit there while she rambles on. You smile, just smile, nod your head once in awhile, smile again while she goes on but under no circumstances do you say anything. Anything! Nothing at all. Do you understand me?

“Really.” I said. “I don’t think I can do that. Just sit there silently, with a broad smile on my face, but saying nothing.”

“Well, yes, it does take some getting used to. Some discipline on your part.”

He went on…….

“You see…while she is rambling on to you, unbeknownst to her, every single thing she is saying is going in one of your ears and coming out the other. Nothing, and I mean nothing, no word that she mouths or says is caught up in there – between your ears I mean – to cause or stir a single rational thought on your part. No brain matter to understand or dissect whatever she says. You cannot rationalize irrationality of expression. You know that. And that is what it is. And the very neat part of all of this is that it just becomes white noise after a while. But that takes a great deal of practice and experience.

“Wow.” I said

“Yes, and this is the best part of all. While she is going on about who knows what you just smile at her knowing full well that as she rambles on you can go to that wonderful safe place of yours. You know – the golf course, the pub, the poker game, the stag party, out with your mates. Well just about anything or anywhere your heart desires and she will not be the worst for wear – just as long as you keep smiling at her.

“Oh and if you do detect a pause in her banter, just say ‘mmm hmmm'”

“But do not, I repeat, do not under any circumstances look directly at her. Because a real danger exists that as she carries on with her feminist mumble jumble your eyes may glaze over while you are transfixed into that safe space of yours, you know, your happy place. They can pick up on that immediately. Usually what comes next is: ‘are you listening to a single word I am saying?’ Be careful of that.

“All you have to say is: “Yes dear.” But if you have the periodic ‘ummm hmmm’ down pat she will never detect your indifference.

“I am telling you Shakeyjay that this works wonders. She will admire you. She will tell all of her friends just how wonderful, how understanding you are. What a great listener you are and, and this is the best part, she will give you just about anything your heart desires.”

“Really, you mean, like beer?”

“Anything. And the second best part of all of this is that you will never be caught in a lie because you have absolutely no idea of what she was talking about in the first place. So you cannot lie about something you have no idea about.”

“Wow. And women think they know us but they don’t, really! We will always have the last word”

“I am going to try that. I’ll let ya know how it goes.”

“SHAKEYJAY!” my woman shrieked.

Yes dear.

“GET YOUR SORRY ASS UP HERE….NOW.”

Yes….Woman.

PS: If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say – talk in your sleep.

Have a great day.

SJ………………….Out.