November 13, 2024

It's been a week now since the results were announced from the US election and two days since Remembrance Day here in Canada. I have a whole lot of thoughts and emotions rolling around inside of me so dear reader, please be patient. 

I went to bed the night of November 5th hopeful for the news of President Kamala Harris and the continuation of President Biden's good work towards strengthening the economy. Instead at 4 am I awoke with dread as I picked up my tablet and found out the horror of what was to come. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night and when John came by the next morning to drop off some things he was kind enough to allow me to just break down and sob. That deep, shoulder shaking sob from deep within me. 

How could this have happened? How could a majority of people vote against democracy and their own self interests? Sadly the stats roll out that they searched too late; What are tarrifs? Does the G0P plan on cutting medicaid & social security? Do they plan on mass deportations? (Yes you Juan who have been here illegally for 20 years but think you are immune.) So the fuck around stage has passed and we are about to roll into the find out stage. The orange one said he loves the R's because they are uneducated. I had hoped there weren't so many. 

Not much I could do here from north of the border but cheer on my US friends and try to share information. The truly terrifying part is the Ru$$an info war is also in Canada and Skippy is running with the same playbook. Dis-info about everything spreads like wildfire and corporate owned media are fine with that so long as they are making the bucks and they think they are immune. 

We literally had wars about this! 

Remembrance Day was hollow. "Lest we forget" they say. Ya too many forgot. My maternal grandfather fought in the first war. My two uncles on Mom's side, three uncles on my Dad's side, and my friend Bud all fought in the second war to end the fascist grip on Europe. One of Dad's uncles died at Vimy Ridge. Another had half his face blown off but managed to survive. It was a graphic reminder as a child when we visited with them. I had the honour to help typeset Bud's story in the war in the Devil's Brigade as well as his time as a prisoner of war. These people were all real to me. How could we forget the horrors they faced and the price they and the fallen paid for our freedom. All to throw it away to an orange clown who told everyone exactly what he would do if elected. Now they have buyers remorse. Bit fucking late for that you bunch of knuckle dragging traitors. 

So now Putler has started showing his hand that they influenced the election and mocking the orange one saying you owe us, pay up. You can't make this shit up. 

A poem by Jodi L. Daly

A video by yamasibon KIWA.

In the world of trying to book an appointment and what the fuck is this...  

Holy shit the goings on in the world right now are weighing heavy.  

A poem by J. Raymond 

Thanks Crystal for pointing me to this nugget.  

This really hit home.

With a world going mad with Christian fundimentalists...

So much content on various social is so superficial and vacuous that something like this is truly special.

Before my Mom had me there was another baby girl that didn't make it.

Pulling the thread of life and why one acts/reacts as they do is a worthy journey.

… there is more to the story. 

Another video by Green Renaissance.

Sometimes a Wild God

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

It's just the flu. It's no big deal. Why are you so concerned?

This is my heart. Here, you can hold it while I explain. Just…be gentle, OK?

A poem by Becky Hemsley

A video by Green Renaissance.

… you came into money and didn’t have work anymore? 

Interesting take on the cruise ship industry by Dan Goethel 

Hedgehog Cabin caught my eye on Twitter and I've been following for a few years now and have been able to make a few donations. Every amount is welcome and Pauly is gracious and caring. Find out more about this wonderful rescue.

This beautiful poem was shared with me this morning by my dear friend Gina. Even in the first few paragraphs it hit me deep and I cried. 

We travel through our lives each of us on our own path. As they say, "not all of those paths were paved". For some it seems few of them were. May this sooth your bumps and bruises as it did mine.