If you are reading this then you made it to Saipan safely.
Congratulations. That is quite the accomplishment. You should be
proud of yourself. Enjoy your stay there. I hope you can get out and
enjoy all that Saipan has to offer you and Nigel, especially after such a
long sail from Honolulu. Good luck with your continued adventures.”
“Thanks Ted.” Jim said aloud.
“I hope that you have a chance to see this small island nation for what
it truly is. In my mind Saipan is a paradox of our creator.”
“I will Ted. Unfortunately, Nigel didn’t make it. Paradox? How?”
“On the one hand you will see the island as a tropical paradise or at
least an oasis for the modern times that we live in, not unlike Hawaii,
while on the other hand it was the scene of atrocities and a tragedy
that were committed on a scale that is impossible for me to describe
or to comprehend. I do not mean to say that to undermine the horror
and the atrocities that were committed in Europe during World War
Two. No, but the terror that was the Battle of Saipan, as part of the
America’s war in the Pacific, was more in your face war fighting. It
was up close and personal. Its impact affected every one of us who
were involved in it…differently and personally. It was traumatic in
every sense of the word. It was a shock. It belied our beliefs and sense
of righteousness. It became a nightmarish facet of our existence. The
tragedy that was Saipan was the extent to which the human condition
can fall when evil is allowed to set its course. Even to this day, Jim,
some thirty years on, it galls me and plays on my conscience. I have
nightmares just thinking about it.
“Jeez Ted, what are you getting at here?”
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And this Huleia River? Its flow was peaceful and sleepy. It took us
toward the southwestern part of the island. From our perspective we did
indeed find ourselves bound within an earthly Garden of Eden. Kauai
was the Hawaiian Garden Isle. It was God’s gift to the Hawaiian people
and their pagan interpretation of their deity. But for God’s salvation’s
sake, it was only necessary for them to keep their own faith and beliefs
and be righteous underneath their god’s light.
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
under her direction. We were giggling, and then laughing, as our little
dinghy came to rest up on to a small red sandy strip of river beach. I got
out, then Nina and we pulled the dinghy to a safe berth out of the water
and onto dry land. I tied it off to the trunk of a palm, the shaft of which
was bent out and 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 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. Th e 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 and 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 fi ngers. She then gasped, shook the late aft ernoon 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 Huleia Stream
transformed itself into a cascading freefall over a cliff that was just to
the left of our pathway. Not a very big cliff , mind you, but big enough to
form a beautiful waterfall.
“Whoopee!” Nina screamed then ran ahead of me, like a child…down,
down she went to a fl at area of shale at the bottom of the cliff . I followed
suit but my cautious nature had me treading gingerly down the path. It
was slippery aft er 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 color but graced with a bluish turquoise
hue. A rainbow, a perpetual beautiful rainbow, with all of the colors,
hung magically and perpendicularly across the face of the falls, 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. She stripped down, naked to me, on
some flat smooth rock that framed the east side of the pool.
“Oh Jimmy” she exclaimed “this is so wonderful, so magical, mystical,
whoa–wee. I am so happy, so excited here. This is a gift , a gift to us from
the Hawaiian gods Jimmy.” Her eyes lit up and sparkled. “Oh, to my God
Jimmy…a gift to share with us.” And with that she dove off of the rocks
and into the pool. Her tanned bottom shimmering, refractively under
the clear water was the last thing I saw. She surfaced a few yards out with
her beautiful back to me. 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 Lord for thinking about me.
I stripped as fast as I could, hobbling on one leg in my excitement to get
my runners off . A short run later 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 stayed there in one place treading water and watching her. Scared,
but in a good way. Nervous? You bet I was. 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 colors, the
mist, the mountains around us and the outflow of the cool refreshing
water of the Huleia 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 I came. 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.”
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$564 in Carbon Tax per month to run a not for profit assisted living home for 12 people. High efficiency boilers already installed. LED lights installed. Can we not get a rebate?
NO!
Then what is the solution?
“Well, we do have MAiD… Canada’s Medical Assistance in Flying…erm, Dying.”
“Just think, your overhead will disappear immediately. No worries and no problems.”
More Canadian Liberal largesse.
When Trudeau came to power in 2015 one of the very first things he did was cancel the F35 procurement. Why? Because it was one of those dastardly conservative initiatives by that evil demonic Stephen Harper. Likewise for the Canadian Strategic Ship Building Plan. The following image says it all:
8 years later. Poor Department of Defence has to put up with such incompetence. Oh, and Canada’s new ships? In total disarray. He screws up everything he touches. And he is going to fight alleged climate change and save the world?
McKenna was Canada’s minister for climate change. She drank the Al Gore climate Kool-Aid.
Many Canadian public ministers also believe CO2 is a poison, not a life sustaining compound element of the Periodic Table – nature’s table of life on earth and earth’s reality.
Every single climate change prediction has fallen flat. Every one. Yet highly educated people of the United Nations, The World Economic Forum and other world wide defined organizations continue to believe. “Well, it is a matter of faith don’t ya know.” Yes it is. It is a matter of faith, belief and worship on the environmental altar of the creation (Gaia) and not the creator. This is what happens when God is taken out of the equation.
In 100 years this will happen. In 100 years that will occur. In 100 years I will be physically dead and my physicality returned to the earth as carbon. That is reality. Spiritually I will live on.
WHO says? Prove it. But…but…I’ll be dead. Oh lucky you. No culpability in today’s world.
Polar Bear populations are increasing to such a degree as to make them a nuisance (Inuit).
Susan Crockford, a world expert of polar bears, was fired from the University of Victoria after finding polar bears thriving despite the climate change hysteria.
Ms. Crockford accused officials at the Canadian university of bowing to “outside pressure,” the result of her research showing that polar bear populations are stable and even thriving, not plummeting as a result of shrinking Arctic sea ice, defying claims of the climate change movement.
Follow da money and not the science.
It couldn’t happen in Canada you say? Shity:
Canada’s Green Plan 153% Over Budget
A federal program to pay $5,000 rebates to electric car buyers went more than 150 percent over budget, say auditors. Rebates cost taxpayer more than three quarters of a billion and were “an ongoing concern.”
And I am still waiting for my promised grant for the home energy program. To date? Nada.
It is a sad state of affairs when it comes down to this:
Last year, Health Canada published an assessment report on the effects of climate change as it relates to health.
The report titled Health of Canadians in a Changing Climate claimed that climate change increases the risk of mental health impacts such as post-traumatic stress disorder and anxiety.
“Studies are also showing that people can become distressed about climate change itself, resulting in increased anxiety (often termed eco- or climate anxiety), grief (often termed eco-grief or climate grief), worry, anger, hopelessness, and fear,” claimed the report.
My solution? Wake up in the morning, look outside and go from there. Stop watching or listening to the news, go outside for a walk and let the children play…have fun…no anxiety.
Jordan Peterson revealed and the College of Ontario Psychologists acknowledged that he has been “sentenced” to mandatory retraining in order to retain his license to practice clinical psychology in Canada. Why? It is alleged that he criticized Trudeau’s government policies.
Just in case you didn’t know, Pierre Poilievre is the leader of the opposition Conservative Party in Canada, meaning that Jordan Peterson is literally being punished for criticizing the current Prime Minister and retweeting the statement of his political opponent–and a mainstream one at that.
What have we come to in Canada?
Canada has an elected dictatorship. Always has had one.
I can tell you this: given my Covid experiences and the lies of government officials, their cancel culture and faux science institutions, I have absolutely no trust that my fellow Canadians would do the right thing “if push comes to shove.”
I now understand the German problem.
You will also hear from our government officials of the need for integration, collaboration and cooperation of private businesses and government to address the world’s problems or perceived problems such as Climate Change. It is sometimes referred to as Public Private Partnership. By any other name, if that occurs, what we will have is:
FACISM
It will not end well.
Forget all of this crap, turn on some tunes, get up and dance.
Love this. Paranoia gone amok…or ban the cows…to save the planet…and Palestinians!
And you thought it was because of cow farts….silly you.
Looks dangerous to me!
The latest Palestinian zoological-related conspiracy theory has Israel outfitting “spy cows” with surveillance equipment to track their movements, according to a piece by the Palestinian Authority’s official daily.
Palestinians have in the past accused Israel of sending genetically engineered sharks into Egyptian waters, “super rats” to infest the Muslim Quarter in Jerusalem’s Old City, and killer Zionist dolphins off Gaza’s shores to attack Hamas frogmen.
In Canada it’s that nasty “beaver” that has everyone on their tails erm toes these days:
Canada’s Department of National Defense pushes ‘far-left’ ideology, claims ‘white supremacy’ has ‘infected’ Canada
The talk aligned with the department’s growing obsession with tackling allegations of systemic racism within the armed forces.
“No, we’re completely inclusive as we go both ways…” a spokesperson from the army said. “though we may be a bit confused and sitting on the fence, I will admit.”
“Left, right, left, right, left, right…”
More Canadian insanity
Ontario math educator conference to focus on indigenous knowledge systems
“Math teachers who go to this retreat on Feb 6-7th (Mon + Tues) will learn to incorporate indigenous ‘knowledge systems’ to ‘create transformative learning” for their students,” said former Ontario teacher Chanel Pfahl in a Tuesday tweet.
“Because ‘mathematics, along with other subjects, are not exempt from colonial bias.’”
So, if you have two feathers and you add four spirits and then you take away a raven hawk’s five salmon in the mouth, how many caretakers of the environment are left?
Erm….One? “No you white colonial idiot….thirteen…”
Quick…home school your children.
Or blame it on climate change.
I wonder if this song would be banned now?
Or this…
Boys ands girls…I’m a rainbow rider..yes. Best song of 1971…
Or even this:
…love one another.
You can say what you will but Christianity was and still remains an essential element to our culture…in song and in prose and in art and in architecture.
God bless you and everyone. Oh…and only God can control the climate….through the sun.
