Born on a mixed subsistence farm in rural Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia, Canada. Moved to Ontario in 1967 to attend University at what was then Waterloo Lutheran University and moved to Oakville, Ontario in 1971. Without intending to live up to the name became a letter carrier the following January and have worked for Canada Post ever since. I retired in August of 2008.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

August Rant

A problem I'm not likely to encounter. Seems Canada's new polymer $100 bills melt when they get hot.


The  only  muscles  involved  in  an  engorged penis are microscopic in size and regulate the outflow of blood from that rather spongy member. With rare exceptions all males have one of approximately the same size, what is the obsession?

Was moved to look up the complete lyrics to Dawson's Creek's Opening Season Theme:

So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I.
you know that if we are to stay alive.
Then see the peace in every eye.

She had two babies. One was six months, one was three
In the war of '44.
Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging
When she thought it was God calling her.
Oh would her son grow to know his father?

(chorus)
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
I want to know right now what will it be.
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
Will it be yes or will it be sorry?

He showed up all wet on the rainy front step.
Wearing shrapnel in his skin.
And the war he saw lives inside him still,
It's so hard to be gentle and warm.
The years pass by and now he has granddaughters

(chorus)

You look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger.
So breathe a little more deeply my love
All we have is this very moment
And I don't want to do what his father,
and his father, and his father did,
I want to be here now.

So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive,
Then see the love in every eye.

Somehow the original intent of the song is belittled in this application to teenage angst. But then teens taking themselves way too seriously is the theme of most teen-aged pop music. Just ask the Beebs.

After spending 4 winters in gun-obsessed America my recent visit to Old Fort Henry had me shaking my head over the way it's seeping North of the border. For a fee one can shoot off a cannon or a historic rifle. I witnessed a father buying that right for his under-aged son. The gift shop even sells expended cartridges because there's a demand for them as a collector's item.

All human infants begin life as females. The 'Y' Chromosome does not begin asserting itself until later in the gestation period, hence the male nipple. It has been known for some time that the abuse of steroids in bodybuilding causes the development of fatty tissue under the male nipple crudely referred to as 'bitch tits'. Now circulating in online media is the story of a trans-gendered male who wants to become a Lamaze Coach. First we had gay marriage, then gay divorce, and now this. I can't wait to hear the fuss that ensues when the first father starts nursing his child in public in a Mall. Jean Drapeau aside, is male pregnancy next?

The Feds own the iconic Peggy's Cove Light but don't want to look after it. The locals decry its crumbling state but can't maintain it without the Feds permission. Sound like a usual bureaucratic nightmare? I'm thinking a coating of vinyl siding and new aluminum windows could be applied without changing its look and save the need for all this annual painting.

The descendants of LM Montgomery have lost interest in maintaining her former home at Ingleside Prince Edward Island and the artifacts inside and have put them up for sale. Surely it would be a National Disgrace if this Cultural Heritage fell into foreign ownership and/or got carted off to Japan. At a time when governments are crying poor this smells of upping the ante and leveraging the government for a better deal.

The people who are taking Canadian Tire to court because their signs are unilingual English are at it again. It is being proposed that in an effort to separate church and state public servants should be forbidden to wear religious symbols including the burka, the turban, skull cap, cross, Star of David. Given what we know about the ascendancy of the Catholic Church in Quebec this feels like reactionary bipolarism. Were the proponents of this stupidity to come to power in the coming Quebec Provincial election and ram through this kind of legislation one could expect a tidal wave of charter challenges. Were Quebec to invoke the notwithstanding clause over such regressive legislation it should make the province international pariahs. One wanders how they come up with these things. Surely there are more important issues Quebec should be facing.

Just when you think they couldn't get more ridiculous, the Parti Quebecois now propose that future residents of Quebec be required to speak French to be granted 'citizenship' and that only French Speakers be allowed to hold civic office. The proponents would include Native Leaders in this farce.

Lance Armstrong won the Tour De France an unprecedented 7 times. He couldn't have done it without cheating could he? We don't need proof to convict him, just the word of jealous former training partners.

Cell phone cameras have rendered privacy a thing of the past. Just ask Prince Harry. Grampa Phil was famous for his dalliances but his wife the Queen has always maintained a stiff upper lip on the subject. Uncle Randy Andy richly earned that wayward title but in their day such intrusive devices were yet to be invented.





Saturday, August 11, 2012

Getting back at the Fuzz

Flat-footed cruisers

On Facebook he lists his philosophy as “Livin n love having fun”—which for Roger Pion, a 34-year-old Vermont man, apparently doesn’t exclude monster-trucking cop cars, which he’s alleged to have done after becoming enraged over a recent arrest for marijuana possession and resisting arrest. While officers with the sheriff’s department in Orleans County, just south of the Quebec border, remained oblivious due to the hum of the air conditioning in their building, Pion, a farmer, is said to have used a tractor to roll over seven of their vehicles. Alerted when someone called 911, police could not pursue Pion because their cars were crushed.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Ruminations

Well, Biebs, are you happy with the wages of fame and fortune? Millions
of sex-crazed fans who ensure you have to live under virtual house
arrest; a fancy car you can't drive without being hounded by paparazzi
obsessed with catching that $100,000 shot of you picking your nose or
scratching your willie; neighbours in that ritzy new home of yours to
complain about the loud music you play on that fancy new sound system.
Jealous critics hanging on every word you say to see if any of those
pearls turn out to be frogs. Sad to see that our squeaky clean Canadian
Boy has feet of clay just like every other newly-minted rock star.
Perhaps Brian Adams and Anne Murray should start a school for ingenues
in Stardom 101. Record labels and talent agents should make it a
required course of study for all budding musicians and movie stars.

Events seem to be taking an all-to-familiar course here. Millions of
people squander even more millions on that tax on the poor called the
lottery ticket. Nothing prepares the 'lucky few' for the trials of
actually winning. The outcomes for the majority of those winners leaves
them far worse off than when they started. Nothing prepares that wildly
in love young couple for that freshly fed, washed, and diapered baby at
3 AM that just won't stop crying. The number of victims of shaken baby
syndrome pay testimony to that fact. And unless you grow up with it like
a Kiefer Sutherland, Adam Cohen, Jakub Dylan, or Liam Finn, nothing
prepares you for the pitfalls of stardom.

Should the Canadian Taxpayer be investing millions in training elite
athletes to compete in Olympic competition? However you stand on that
question events in London are taking on an all-too-familiar pattern.
Even the best athlete in a particular sport can have a bad day just like
the rest of us. Shoelaces can break at that crucial second. Metal
fatigue cause an oarlock to give way. When hundredths of a second spell
the difference between first and second place little separates top
athletes from one another. A second-place silver may feel like a loss, a
fourth place finish out of the medals, the honour of just being there to
represent our Country ring hollow. But should an athlete be appearing
before the press to apologize to the country for a poor showing?

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