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The White in the Canadian Flag is Just a Colour.

I started this piece this earlier this morning when I was overtaken by a terrible and overwhelming sense of apathy; a dark “Why bother? You’re beating your head against a wall far denser than brick. It’s a wall of willful ignorance.”

I leashed the dog and went out for some fresh air.

My dog is 100 + pounds of love. He has introduced me to people I would never have met before. Today we met a lovely lady, obviously in the beginning of dementia; we had a terrific conversation…which repeated several times. I met a young boy with his dad, I met another lady, at the bus stop, from the U.S – who told me how she loved Canada and wished that she could stay here because, “Well…Trump.” Chico is friends with a great guy who owns the local television repair shop – he’s Rastafarian. He is a man of colour. Chico doesn’t give a rat’s ass.

He was all over a boy in the park, a few weeks ago; the boy was accompanied by his parents. They were from the Middle East and Muslim. The mom wore a hijab. Chico didn’t care.

He has met people of all race, creeds and colour – he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care which god or lack thereof these people worship. He sees them for what they are – people. Two-legged creatures who either are good to him or ignore him.

Lately, I’ve seen hateful posts from those champions of douchebaggery – the Canadian Patriot and…pardon, but even the typing the following name makes me gag “Rebel Media”. These butt nuggets were around before but since the Great Cheeto to the south was elected? These rags feel, somehow, vindicated and emboldened to spread their brand of Nazi-style hatred and propaganda. They take molesting and rape charges levied against men with names, obviously, not Anglo Saxon and enhance the story. The man may be a Muslim but suddenly, he is a “MIGRANT”! They try and it doesn’t take much effort, to enrage their troglodyte followers into believing that the virtue of white-Canadian womanhood is at risk from hordes of salivating Muslim men. Yes, there are men who rape and are Muslim. There are also Asian men who rape and are Hindu. There are Black men who rape. There are First Nation men who rape. There are white men who rape. In fact, some of the most infamous sexual sadists are, in fact, white. John Wayne Gacy, Clifford Olsen, Ted Bundy, Andrei Chikatilo, Paul Bernardo, Fred West.

My ancestors were immigrants to this country. Europeans, fleeing their own countries due to famine, political unrest and racism.

The settlers at Plymouth Rock, to the south of our nation, were immigrants fleeing religious persecution. They brought their own sort of religious justice with them – the Salem witch trials, which included torture and death by rocks.

None of us have histories that are without guilt, without murder, without…if I must …”sin”.

To those “proud” members of Sons of Odin…first, I dare say few of you are of Norse ancestry. If Norse is part of your heritage, then you are part of a heritage that invaded, murdered, raped and pillaged. If you believe otherwise? You watch too much television. Put the remote and/or the mouse down and go take an actual course in real history, not the History Channel – don’t confuse the two.

Will people enter our country who really should not be permitted here? Sure. We did it with the Nazis, we did it with Vietnam war criminals, we did it with Rwandan genocidal maniacs. The government, the CBSA have to step up their game. Requirements for citizenship needs to be re-examined and the information, sent out, to refugees, immigrants and migrant worker should be more explicit in how/what Canada represents. Freedom, absolutely but a secular society with the obligation to all who step on our shores the understanding that to obey secular law is not optional.

I don’t care what race, creed or colour my neighbour happens to sport; I don’t care if they worship a god, many gods or no gods. I care if they are good citizens. I care if they donate time, goodwill and honesty to my community.

I have lived a relatively long time and in comparison, to the life expectancy, in the lands where many of these new hopeful Canadians hail, I have been blessed to have met people from all walks of life, all hues of colour, almost every religion ever created and in this time frame, I have learned that it SIMPLY DOESN’T MATTER what is on the outside of a human being; it is what is in their heart that matters. I have met more than one “WHITE AND PROUD” Canadian who should be taken to the nearest harbour and launched out into the open sea…with apologies to Neptune and Poseidon for dirtying up the waters…

Bottom line? My dog has more sense than bigots.

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Vikings, Vampires, Werewolves and Boobs

viking_santaI know, from experience, what tags will bring the most views. Currently, it is “Camel Toe” and this segues into this blog, quite nicely. It is a debasing term – Camel Toe. Look it up. Kind of gross to witness. Makes you wonder if there isn’t a shortage of mirrors.

The conversation that gave birth to this session of the mind wandering was actually very innocent; it was a couple of us commenting on Sony’s recent acquisition of a Santa Claus script where old Santy is some sort of hell raising Viking. (http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/winters-knight-sony-picking-up-684529). A friend, quite rightly, queried, “WHY?!”

I have my opinion. I know, such a shock…

It may be that the internet and the world of immediate response are simply emphasizing what has always been; society and its penchant for fantasy and voyeurism. So much simpler than reality and reaching upwards. I get that. Reality can be a bitch but that’s what we have to work with and we have to strive to make the best of it. Improve it and ourselves. The media simply feeds what we ask it to provide. And, we seem to be asking to have non-invasive lobotomies performed vis a vis dopey scripts and really dumb television shows. I get that escapism is a wonderful thing; hell – I play a mean round of Skyrim and Candy Crush, personally but it isn’t my reality. These games are nothing more than giving myself a break. I do not enjoy sitting in front of the tube watching nonsense. I prefer documentaries; I prefer something that will stretch the borders of my world. I prefer to learn. No. That’s not right; I, adamantly, claim my right to learn. I do it as a nose thumbing to those who would deny women the right to learn. I do it to prove to myself that anything is possible. I do it because I LOVE to learn. I crave it. I need it. It is my addiction. I refuse to allow the media, government or anyone else for that matter, to tell me that I am not permitted to grow as a human being. I refuse to be dumbed down to a controllable level. Yeah, yeah…I am woman, hear me roar.

My company offers courses, at their expense, when cost is involved but they also offer courses of their own and the response of my co-workers, by and large? Groans and simply deleting e-mails that alert us to these opportunities. The internet itself offers courses in every subject under our skies, many are free but so few see the vistas opening before them, choosing to remain in stasis, part of the cubicle farm herd of employee numbers.

On the one hand, we have screens – small and large where we can be bystanders and sponges of the ridiculous (like this whole Santa Clause rework) or we can use those screens, small and large, to serve as doorways, as portals to worlds to which we all have access. Worlds that allow us to see things through a glass, clearly… History, literature, science, technology, philosophy, humanity’s journey, math, physics – the entire universe is right there, right in front of us and too many walk on by to sit, slack jawed, mesmerized by Charlie Sheen attempting to crack yet another sexist attempt at humour.

We can upgrade our skills, we can learn new skills, we can learn anything we want to learn but instead of climbing the ladder toward our personal summit? We rest somewhere down near the bottom rung; letting ourselves down but worse, letting the world around us down by accepting the lowest denominator. Vikings is not a reality show. It is a fantasy created through light, cameras, improbable costumes and make-up with a whole lot of license taken by script writers. Vampire shows and werewolf movies are make-believe. Vampires do not, will not, cannot, exist. Same goes for werewolves. There is no ripped young man waiting to “take you”. There is no Barbie doll girl with unfortunate eating habits, breasts heaving, in wait for you. If you read a book, you would know this without my having to tell you.

Zombies are simply an impossibility. Think about the nature of gravity and lividity (Livor mortis) in a corpse…now imagine how their feet would look…a dead person is not walking or shambling after you, any time soon. Now take that knowledge and apply it to biology. Learn about the human body and the wonder that it is. Far more fascinating than some saline implant refugee sucking your life blood or ripping out your throat. Don’t just watch Big Bang Theory, listen to it – listen to the theories, listen to the math, investigate these topics and widen your borders. Open your mind. There is nothing more freeing, nothing more satisfying or entertaining than education.

Stop making the likes of Nicole Kidman or Ashton Kutcher obscenely rich. Hand those dollars over to the likes of
Malcolm Clarke (The Lady in Number 6), start a trend for our dollars to go into universities, to enrich online education possibilities. When those bean counters see less and less profit from advertising, their money will join your money and we all win, through opportunities to learn. A positive offshoot will be scaring the dickens out of the politicians who are more than happy to see our attention focused on fantasy and dream worlds. Get out there, turn off Two and a half Men, tune out Ellen and Oprah – find your opportunity for growth. Take it, seed it, weed it and harvest it – create a smorgasbord of knowledge for yourself, your family and your friends.

Santa Claus isn’t real and you best believe he wasn’t a Viking. If he were, he would be eating Donner and Blitzen, not teaching them to fly.

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