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Winter Deepens Behind Us   Leave a comment

“Winter deepens behind us,” Gandalf said quietly to Aragorn.
“Tonight we shall be on our way high up towards the Redhorn Gate.
We may well be seen by watchers on that narrow path and waylaid by some evil;
but the weather may prove a more deadly enemy than any.”

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Winter deepens behind us indeed, as time runs out on my domicile of the Nerdnest and I’ve nothing to replace it with, no means of buying something even if I did and I shall lose — along with about 140 other people — ±$100,000 — ±$150,000. What follows is a bit of an omnibus of thoughts for anyone to read who’s interested, separated by asterisks..

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December 4, the goons responsible for this crime sent among us representatives from a house moving company so we might have free estimates to learn how much it will cost to move our immobile, mobile homes. How humanitarian of them. $20,000 to move my decrepit mobile home in its entirety.. $5,000 for just the addition. Never mind they won’t pay for the move, nor have we anywhere to move it to. Idril Celebrindal gifted me that addition last summer.. Our landlady watched as my cousin Lennie Bruce and crew redid the roof, and built that addition. $30,000 out of Idril’s pocket.

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And now this.

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We thought we had the beginnings of an organized fight here at our mobile home park, in the form of a lawyer whom I shall call “Grishnáhk” and an accountant whom I shall call “Uglúk”; the latter having done an awful lot of fiduciary work for the First Nations band — back in the day — was under the misapprehension he had some kind of meaningful relationship with “The Chief” thereof and who thus was going to intervene personally for us… except “The Chief” … suddenly apparently wasn’t returning Uglúk’s telephone calls… Grishnáhk meanwhile was talking about measures that could be taken, not legal action so much as negotiations and court injunctions…

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Then.. Poof! Gone. Not unlike Sméagol trying on his Precious for the very first time having just strangled Déagol for it, and very much like the Starship Titanic that sustained a Total Existence Failure just as she was being launched: They winked out of existence, entirely in the manner of the Will-o’-the-Wisp, which disappears just as you’re sinking in the middle of a bog having been foolish enough to have followed where it led…

However, they both announced immediately before their meretricious disappearing acts, that the jig in effect, was up, and there was no use in fighting it…

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… I surmise they may in fact have had very good personal reasons for welshing on us.. 206 personal reasons each to be precise: The number of bones in the human body.

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A steamshovel arrived sometime in October and demolished Lucrezia Borgia’s house, leaving a crater and some crumpled concrete.. Rumour hath it an addict in counseling exclaimed “what happened to the Candy Store!?” Rumour hath it even more one could knock on the back door thereof anytime of the day or night and — for a small consideration of course — avail oneself of any “recreational pharmaceutical” one could possibly desire.

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Or possibly not desire as such, but require nonetheless.

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Thus my erstwhile comrade-in-arms Beregond speculated our Benefactress was using her forays to Las Vegas not so much for the entertainment of the craps tables as for the laundry facilities thereof…

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…Of course I cannot attest to the veracity of these insinuations and possibly I shouldn’t even mention them, being rumours and scuttlebutt…

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“They got to them” my realtor Beatrice opined about Uglúk and Grishnáhk. My neighbor Mariadoc on the other hand snorted derisively: “Are you kidding? Lucrezia’s not fucking smart enough to be a drug queen!!”

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Hope so, but be that as it may … You don’t want to mess with such people.. Watching Breaking Bad is one thing, and it’s sanitized. Highly. Dealing with such people in reality? That’s quite another, and thank you, no. If I personally knew of such people I would take considerable trouble, go a considerable detour — and expense — to avoid them.

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Meanwhile our collective theoretical exit date is still May 15. But they could shitcan each, any or all of us, at their whim at any point in time before then: Simple matter of shutting off the power and water and if that doesn’t work, well.. We could, like Arthur Dent, attempt to lie in front of the bulldozer to forestall the inevitable. Or perhaps like the hapless Rachel Corrie, be foolish enough to stand in front of the bulldozer instead? — The bulldozer in question merely rolled over her, as it might have done with Arthur, sustaining no damage in the process.

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Of legal protection or restraint, we have nothing. And at this point, sooner we’re all The Hell of out Dodge, the better.. Divested of chattels and bankrupt though we be.

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That said, unlike most people in the park Medea and I are supremely lucky:

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1. In the form of Medea’s close friend Persephone, who has a 1,170 square foot basement suite with 8.5′ ceilings, $800/month.. And:

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2. Idril Celebrindal once again has stepped into the breach (to mix my literary allusions somewhat), offering to buy us a replacement house.. At least.. she offered to… until she learned of the excoriating cost of Real Estate in this snotty, pretentious, stuck-up, crummy little one-trick-pony of a hicktown:

● $350,000 — minimum — buys you a shoebox condo of about 650 square feet.

● $500,000 — minimum — gets you a townhouse of about 950 square feet, with an infinitesimal bit of land fore and aft..

IOW a size 6 shoebox versus a size 8 shoebox with a postage stamp of land around it. And of course in either case all the sticky-fingered little parasites with their grubby hands out for your money that you could wish for.

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Meanwhile $93,000 + $30,000 gifted got me 1,470 square feet including water, basic cable, in-suite laundry, with free parking, for a rent of $400/month … for awhile… What is not to like about mobile/manufactured homes?… if only…

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December 5 while at work, one of my colleagues tells me “they” project a population in the Victoria area within 10 years of 1 million, effectively destroying the point of being here.

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During all this, my Cagnie Cat departed. She is no more. She has ceased to be. Bereft of life, she rests in peace. She has snuffed it, bit the dust, hopped off her twig, shuffled off her mortal coil, rung down her curtain, gone to meet her maker and joined the bleeding choir invisible. Sometime between 9:55 and 10:10 on the morning of November 27 I accepted I had to take her to the vet and be put down. Dosing her with pain killers in the hopes she’d rally somewhat and taking her back on Thursday for a follow-up opinion was going to do no-one any good, especially not Cagnie. Thus I feel like I’ve gone for 9 rounds with Mohammed Ali and run over by a steam roller, as if the looming bulldozers weren’t already enough.

Into the car carrying Cagnie and a towel.. Didn’t get it underneath her in time as I sat down, she voided her bladder all over my trousers. The 35 minutes to Sooke (my vet is the daughter of a friend of mine) made us decide we don’t want to get a house there, doesn’t matter how relatively low the price or how pretty Sooke is.. Dr. D-P dosed her with a sedative and then shaved her arm and administered the Coup de Grace.. Cagnie died almost instantly.. She was 20 years old. Rather up in the double digits for a cat.

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Medea took me to 6-Mile for a bite and a pint to dull the pain, we finished up a bit after 3 — close enough to 8 hours before a shift for me..

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Eternal rest grant unto Cagnie O Lord, and may Light Perpetual shine upon her. May she rest in peace.

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“To learn who rules over you,
simply find out who you’re not allowed to criticize.”

— Voltaire

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Oh dear Oh dear Oh dear..

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It’s been chewing on me ever since July. I really ought to learn to let go of stuff. A leader of the Jewish community in South-Western La-La Land published a most curious sermon on-line, shan’t say where, which I read, expecting as one should with sermons, to be uplifted. Revolved around the alleged senseless irrational violence in Israel, exemplified by how a Palestinian just walked into a home during the middle of a Shabbat dinner and attempted to murder the entire family… according to the clergyman, pretty much just for the Hell of it. I’d like to provide a link to the sermon, but to do so would reveal his identity and … can’t have that… have no desire to antagonize this person.. At least not too much .. Thus I shall provide him with the sobriquet “Rabbi Bluepill.”

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Did however, send him a note:

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Dear Rabbi Bluepill .. With all due respect and I know I’m likely sticking my face in a hornet’s nest with this: Have you any idea how the Israelis have been treating the Palestinians for the last 70 years? It ain’t pretty. Jeremy R. Hammond’s book Obstacle to Peace might be a good place to start… I could only bear to read about 1/4 of it. You should also take the trouble to look at the words of Presbyterian Minister Thomas L. Are (thomas-l-are.blogspot.ca). In the words of Deep Thought: “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

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I was right: I got this piece of soiled toilet paper for my trouble:

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“Roy, I don’t know you but I’m going to delete your message from my board. I’m not interested in arguing with you because I doubt you are interested in the truth. I know that Israel treated the Palestinians more than far better than any nation would have in a similiar situation. The terror of the Palestinians is no different the ISIS or El Qaeda.”

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Silly me — completely forgot accepted conventional wisdom: Any criticism of Israel, no matter how politely restrained nor meticulously documented — is Antisemitism. Any attempt at a defense of the Palestinians and their horrendous situation — is Antisemitism. Any questioning of the uniqueness of the Holocaust in history (it’s actually pretty much “business as usual” folks) — is Antisemitism. Any comparison of what’s going on in the Holy Land to Nazi Germany — even though it’s utterly, grimly apposite — is Antisemitism. I believe the correct term for this kind of fusillade is “smearing.” In the immortal words of Pontius Pilate: “What is truth?”

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Guess Rabbi Bluepill has no idea of the cumulative effects of bulldozers in Israel, or somehow even managed not to know of Rachel Corrie. Doubleplusungoodcrimethink.

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I tried to write him a response which I’ve now lost and thought to tack on the end of it the red-pill-blue-pill glyph, and Damn Twitbook and its cludgey interface. Twice I hit ctl/v and cut-and-pasted it instead of what I wrote, and couldn’t delete it. By the time I was able to cut-and-paste what I wanted to send him he’d blocked my email and he then blocked me from reaching his page. I suspect the likelihood he was going block me immediately after responding to me was very high anyway.

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Jesus wept…

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But I’ve been thinking of Rabbi Bluepill, and that short exchange on Twitbook, ever since. I’m thinking to make it in another of the series I started earlier, even if it’s only somewhat of a departure from my discussion of the dissolution of the American Empire: “Talking to a Jewish Delta about Liberty” .. Hmmm.. That might be biting off a lot more than I can easily chew; properly researching the ethnic cleansing of Palestine by the Israelis so I know in fact, exactly what I’m talking about, is going to take rather awhile.. And if I identify him accidently there’s the not-pleasant possibility of legal action; this blinkered authoritarian blockhead may have powerful friends; in fact it’s highly likely he does.

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But for those of you who think I’m full of shit? Have a look at this: https://www.obstacletopeace.com.

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And this: http://thomas-l-are.blogspot.ca.

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And this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYF0td7Ykus.

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And this: https://www.amnesty.org/en/countries/middle-east-and-north-africa/israel-and-occupied-palestinian-territories/.

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And this: http://ifamericaknew.org.

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And this: https://www.democracynow.org/2014/8/8/noam_chomsky_what_israel_is_doing.

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“Noam Chomsky”? Good Irish name, that…

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Not one of these people or organizations to my knowledge has any associations with Neonazis. Meanwhile I gather AIPAC despite The First Amendment is attempting to ram through the US Congress a bill threatening up to a $1,000,000 fine and/or a 20-year prison sentence to any American who participates in the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) Movement against Israel.(1) If Israel is such a remarkable example to us all why why does this movement exist? Why would such draconian legislation be necessary to impede it?

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Finished reading Ritual in the Dark between patrols.. First thought? Likely read it too quickly. Curious premise.. set in London in the year 1956, 20-something Gerard Sorme, an intellectual bohemian with a small annuity, wishes to accomplish something meaningful with his life — except he seems to entirely lack the inner self-discipline to do so —  during an exhibition about Vaslav Nijinsky, meets the charming Austin Nunne, connoisseur, dilettante, playboy, homosexual aesthete —  and discrete serial killer of female prostitutes. In the recounting of the tale, Gerard meets Austin’s relatives Caroline and Gertrude: a pretty 17-year-old girl who wants to become an actress and her 37-year-old virgin aunt and Jehovah’s Witless who uses her religion to shut the pain of living out of her life, and seduces and makes mistresses of them both.. Lucky bastard..

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I guess it’s kind of an existential retelling of the Jack-the-Ripper murders.. In it, Colin goes into a lot of conjecture in a fictional context of all the questions that I guess, preoccupied him his entire life.. “Why are we born? .. Why do we die? .. Why do we spend the intervening time wearing digital watches?” to quote a later writer preoccupied more than he wanted to admit about the same kind of thing…

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Too bad the answer to these questions in all liklihood truly is, “forty-two.” Gerard and Austin both remind me of someone else who has spent his life wandering in the labyrinth of apparent meaninglessness.

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Colin too, come to think of it.

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Meanwhile there’s the devolving fun and games south of the 49th to entertain us as America continues to unravel and the threat of nuclear war in Korea, and (allegedly) Benjamin Netanyahu et al egging America into attacking Iran(2) .. And Donald Trump’s crowning insanity (thus far) of declaring Jerusalem the capital of Israel.. Hey Kids: Can you spell “Jihad”.. ?

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According to Paul Craig Roberts in addition to those fun and games, Russia is gearing up for a direct military confrontation with the US or worse(3).. Meanwhile got this lovely move to think about and work towards and thank The Goddess, Idril has offered to help.. We’re going to have to see what happens with The Market over the next few months, hopefully with the new mortgage legislation to be passed January 2, a “catastrophic price collapse” will be in the cards and we can get something… for something like a reasonable amount…

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Now if you’ll excuse me I have a bulldozer to lie in front of.


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(1) https://theintercept.com/2017/07/19/u-s-lawmakers-seek-to-criminally-outlaw-support-for-boycott-campaign-against-israel.

(2) http://www.unz.com/pgiraldi/iran-again/.

(3) https://www.paulcraigroberts.org/2017/12/05/walking-into-armageddon.

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Posted December 9, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Psalm 22:1-2   Leave a comment

Tasteless and Offensive of me? We’re about to lose everything we have.
And there is no-one to intervene for us.

Without Prejudice / For Recipients Information Only
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Dear Kitty…
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I’ve read and responded to LW’s email to LP and the latter’s response, and followed that up by finally looking up online Section 91 of the Canadian Constitution Act of 1982. Apparently Section 35 also applies.
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Oh… My… God…
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From what I’ve read, we seem to be completely, and utterly, fucked. There is simply no polite language for our situation.
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Based on a Royal Proclamation of 1763 acknowledging First Nations tribes have property rights to traditional lands which must be respected, customs and usage since then has reinforced this doctrine.
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Section 35 of the Constitution Act grants — if not acknowledges — collective rights to all aboriginal communities to do what they have always done on their traditional lands.
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Section 91(24) assigns jurisdiction to the Federal Gov’t for all First Nations lands. “The constitutional authority for the federal government to act does not translate into legal duty to act. For example, the federal government has made a policy decision not to legislate with regard to the Inuit.”
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In other words the last… 254 years… of customs and usage… has resulted in a strict “hands off” policy regarding First Nations’ affairs by the Federal Government. Thus there would seem to be no appeal under law that we can make. There would seem to be no use in trying to find a lawyer. There would seem to be no use in sending petitions to anyone. There is absolutely nothing legally that can be done.
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We evidently are further constrained by the Indian Act. I intend to get copies of the Constitution and Indian Acts and read them.
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We must however, do these things, with hope, or without it:
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Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre,
mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.

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“Thought shall be harder, heart the keener,
Mood the more, as our might lessens.”

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(From The Battle of Maldon (c.1000): An Old English poem describing a Danish incursion into Essex from the perspective of the Anglo-Saxon force vainly attempting to defeat it. And in no way am I attempting to be ironic. I think these verses have to be our attitude.)
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Legally speaking? — and I’m not a lawyer — seems to me, only thing that will work is to create a precedent that overturns those 254 years of customs and usage. Likely a long shot. A very long shot. On the other hand those 254 years of customs and usage has created a situation that is unacceptable in or for a civilized society: “Sorry guys, but with the best of intentions we screwed up: You can’t have exclusive, unchallenged right to do whatever you please on your own lands. We’ve seen the result of this in places like Nazi Germany, Democratic Kampuchea or the State of Israel versus the Palestinians.” — and what we have in Triple Oaks is a microcosm of those cataclysms.
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Ethically speaking? “White man’s rules”*, mind you: Songhees/AMAK/(Dubai?) have a moral obligation to compensate us under the circumstances. But no legal obligation whatsoever. At this point, we can petition the chief of the band… If he’ll grant us an audience… otherwise I guess we’ll have to send the petition by registered mail and pray that God will motivate him to read and answer it.
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We can petition the Queen.
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We can go to the United Nations.
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Other than that, we have to keep this mess featured in the media in the hopes we can shame the Songhees into doing what is morally right — by “white man’s rules.”
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We can beg the Provincial and Federal governments to help us, since they created this atrocious mess over 254 years and we have no other recourse.
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Or — If what our neighbor Phyllis says is true — we can find Carolyne Morris’ nephew and support him in his putative fight against her.
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But at the moment, this would seem to be it.
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attach: ( http://www.turtleisland.org/news/abpolicy.pdf )

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PS:

“We will find a way, or make one.”
— Hannibal of Carthage

* They are in fact, “Universal” and “Axiomatic.”

Posted September 28, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Expulsion, Dispossession and Confiscation..   Leave a comment

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“Experience is what you get right after you need it.”

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— G. Perry “Perky” Bauchman,
observed to me at far too many points along the way…

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Sunday, April 1 of 2012 the payment of $93,000 went through so I could buy w/o encumbrance and move into my dilapidated single wide with an addition tacked on — looked to be the largest mobile home I could find at the time — with the intention of doing a lot of renovations; I had $64,378.38 left from my inheritance to do them with, and my intention was for it to be my permanent home.

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Tuesday, April 29, 2014 at the tender age of 55 came The Great Awakening: that I had frittered away my nestegg for the sake of a worthless alcoholic who didn’t give a damn about me; and all the “valuable antique horns” that I’d bought on ebay which I was going to repair and sell for a handsome profit — that’s what I  told myself they were, that’s what I thought I was going to do — were in fact old junk that no-one wanted. That I was once again in debt to the tune of $32,000 and had no income.

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All I had left was my parents’ final gift to me: the roof over my head.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014 as I’ve mentioned posts passim, I started working for a not-for-profit corporation whose foundational purpose was to provide meaningful employment for former members of the military and civilian police forces…

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It’s been tight. Very tight. $12.99/hour these days is barely enough to live on. My cousin said he wouldn’t get out of bed for $12.99/hour, but then he got a trade instead of a useless Liberal Arts degree.

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But since July 30, 2014… slowly, agonizingly, I have been pulling myself up out of the abyss I tossed myself into out of misguided loyalty and compassion. A paycheque every two weeks, just enough to pay down the consumer proposal, keep the month-to-month bills under control… a bit of repair work coming in… The course in musical instrument repair I took during my mid-life crisis to save my marriage which they assured me at Keyano College would guarantee me an income of $50k a year — educators will tell you anything — is likely never to be more than a hobby that occasionally pays for itself.

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That … and the astonishing, miraculous aid and succor from my cousin Lyn whom I’ve seen maybe a dozen times in the last 20 years…

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A merciful peace descended.. A bit of TV after work.. Every now and then on a day off Medea and I would head on over to the 6-Mile Pub.. Sometimes we’d take in a movie..

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Friday, August 11, 2017 we went to Home Depot, got a couple of sheets of pegboard so I could start the renovation work in the workshop, pursuant to putting up bookshelves in the new Room of Requirement Lyn gifted me last year, along with a new roof.. $30,000 and the barest beginning of badly needed renovations, which a year later I was starting to add to.

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Wednesday, August 23, 2017 came the fell tap on the door, a letter via registered mail from “Tribe Works Creative.”

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The sensation I experienced reading that, might be like that of the one you get when, you know? You’ve finally visited your doctor about that slight persistent cough, s/he’s dismissed it as “no big deal” — but referred you to a couple of specialists for a follow-up “just be on the safe side” …

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… And you’re sitting there in the stillness of your kitchen, the words of the answering machine ringing in your ears: “This is Doctor Polaski’s office, could you please call us back as soon as possible? The Doctor needs to speak to you.”

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Yeah. That sensation.

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… Except Merciful Goddess, that particular kind of call hasn’t happened, not for me, quite yet. Thus I can only imagine …

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“Thursday September 15”, the letter said. Funny thing about it: There isn’t a Thursday September 15 on the 2017 calendar. A colleague at work looked at The Letter and dismissed it as a “classic bullying tactic.” Called the former park superintendent, the meeting was in fact on the 14th, and no, he had no idea what it was going to be about…

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Softening us up I guess.

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The three weeks slowly, agonizingly crawled by, as I chatted with neighbors and learned their fears were the same as mine: “We’re to going to be kicked out so they could put up condos” was the common conclusion. My cousin who has worked in construction on the mainland assured me “it’s likely no big deal.” My realtor said: “Songhees tried this 25 years ago, it came to nothing, this is likely no big deal.” A retired paralegal in the park who’s lived here 20 years said “It’s likely no big deal.. Every five years it’s ‘here we go again.’ — it’s just this time there’s this letter…”

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I, in the meantime got busy reading the provincial legislation on tenancies, and e-mailing agencies. Like Glorfindel searching Frodo’s wound, what I learned disquieted me.

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Manufactured or mobile homes in mobile home parks are a bit of an odd duck. Due to residential zoning and tenancy legislation — all of which are deliberately designed to make it very difficult for the average person to live independently and cheaply — you who are reading this know this as well as I do — you can’t just buy a chunk of land somewhere and plonk a manufactured/mobile home on it, hook up water and power and Bob’s your uncle. Even in this day and age on Vancouver Island, a locale I’ve discovered is as valuable to “The Top 1%” as The Riviera, I’ll bet you could still buy a lot, put a mobile home on it and do it for under $150,000.

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If only you were allowed to. But you’re not.

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You are constrained usually to buy a mobile home in a mobile home park, or at least buy and place your mobile home in a mobile home park, and rent the land it is situated on. This living arrangement in British Columbia is governed for the most part by “The Manufactured Home Park Tenancies Act” and if my reading of it is accurate, it is a worthless and Kafkaesque practical joke. Fully half the act’s 70-odd pages are taken up with “conflict resolution” — though why this is so I cannot imagine, because that same act stipulates at the dissolution of a mobile home park, the landlord is obliged to give his tenants a year’s notice, and 12 months’ worth of pad rent. (The clueless assumption of the writers apparently being the tenants just have to hook up their mobile homes to a pick-up truck and away they go.) In our case, the 200± tenants of Triple Oaks Mobile Home park, this would mean we would receive as compensation $4,800 each. Too bad as I’ve said, I spent $93,000 to buy my home and then my cousin gifted me $30,000 for a new roof and addition, both very badly needed… A 40-year-old mobile home with the wheels removed, and two additions added to it? … Yeah.. Very movable.. For likely another $50,000-$100,000 plus a crane and an oversized flatbed truck.

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And most of the tenants’ situations here are similar.

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In a very few cases the mobile home is situated on land that — still in a mobile home park — the mobile home owner gets to own as well, but then it’s as expensive as living in a condominium: $300,000 and up. Still, better than trying to buy a traditional house on a lot, which in Victoria and environs at this point start at $800,000 for a fixer-upper.

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The situation just described was atrocious enough, but as a result of contacting BC Housing, I learned that because Triple Oaks Mobile Home Park was situated on First Nations’ land, Provincial legislation did not apply. It comes under Federal jurisdiction, specifically Section 91 of the Constitution Act… Also I gathered that the Federal Government considers First Nations Reservations to be “independent countries.”

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Thus we are at the mercy of the Band Council. And not unlike Colombian drug cartels, apparently the Council can make up pretty much any bylaws it pleases… On the fly, willy-nilly, any time of the day or night… Weekends included. And there are stories across Canada of a most unpleasant sort, about what can happen to tenants in mobile home parks on First Nations’ land. Most of them seemed to turn on tenants who had been there for years being turfed out of their homes on a month’s notice with no compensation.

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Alas, ironically — and coincidentally — enough, about the only economical housing available on Vancouver Island… are mobile homes on rented First Nation’s land.

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Thursday September 14 slowly rolled around and our collective fears were soon justified — Not as bad as could be. But plenty bad enough: Seems our Landlady, Carolyne Morris, has been having a very stiff time of it lately “doncha know, Dear?”… in fact, has been for some time… Hasn’t been able to make leasehold improvements… not enough money to do what was necessary… feels ever so remorseful for all of us… she’s turned it over to Tribe Works Creative to administrate. There’s 650 in the band but 300 don’t live on the reserve and Songhees has to take care of its members (actually they tacked that on for the Times Colonist article. Sure didn’t mention it at the meeting.) “We’ve got to wrap up the mobile home park, you folks have to move…”

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Personally I found their sympathy towards us very reminiscent of Lewis Carol’s wee versets:

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A loaf of bread,’ the Walrus said,
Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed —
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.’

But not on us!’ the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!’
The night is fine,’ the Walrus said.
Do you admire the view?

It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf —
I’ve had to ask you twice!’

It seems a shame,’ the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!’
The Carpenter said nothing but
The butter’s spread too thick!’

I weep for you,’ the Walrus said:
I deeply sympathize.’
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

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Some of us actually dared to think we might, listening to Mr. Baker’s peroration… there would be a measure of compassion, some offer of reasonable compensation… At the beginning at any rate… For 5 consecutive minutes at least, like Digory with his Uncle Andrew, I was taken in completely. But the message in the end was unambiguous: Eight months to vacate. No compensation for the value of our homes. “There’s no law says we have to and we won’t. We can throw you out with 30 days notice!”

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Never mind some people have been living there 25 years or more.

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The dishonesty of the whole nauseating charade was palpable. Mr. Baker was subtly, yet deliberately inflammatory. After 30 minutes’ worth of his bright shining lies I shut up my video camera and departed in a rage. I gather the remainder of his audience left about 15 minutes after me in a similar state. Some of that may wind up on Sex Diary after I’ve managed to get my gag reflex under enough control to view it and edit it.

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It’s curious however, when you do the arithmetic.. 40 homes times $400/month pad rent each = $16,000/month times 12 = $192,000/year. $192,000/year times 10 years = $1,920,000…

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And Carolyn was having trouble? Found it necessary despite her compassion for us to pack up and vacate her home in the park in the middle of the night?

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Hmm…

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When I moved into the place I thought the rents were remarkably low… The rent was raised couple years back from $385 to $400.. But seems to me.. Rate of inflation? … Cost of living adjustments? … Cost of doing business? … Who was advising this silly woman? 10, even 20 years ago a pad rent of $400 month would have been ridiculously low. When I checked in 2012 pad rents on the mainland were around $800 and up.. Still an absolute bargain, and the mobile homes on the mainland were in much better shape.. Thus Toby’s sob story adds up — for me at least — not one little bit.

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Should have moved to the mainland when I had the option and the money, I suppose… I would have had to get some type of job to support the pad rent rather than naively try to make my business work and right now I’d be in much better shape than I am.. 20/20 hindsight, I was uselessly worrying about a sick sister… and I wouldn’t have Medea.. Of course Goddess Only Knows what might have happened and she ain’t tellin’. Still.. Even without having a competent financial advisor, even granted the low pad rents, our landlady was having difficulty living on $16,000/month?

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Meanwhile Triple Oaks has been in existence for 40 years, and over half of Songhees band has not been living on the reserve all that time, nothing was done for them that I was aware of even though it should have.. But suddenly they’re a concern for the Band Council?

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I’m not hearing “moribund business models.” I’m not hearing “compassion for band members,” however belated or badly needed. What I’m hearing instead is: “Incompetence” and “Greed”  and “Cash Grab.”

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Meanwhile there is no law to protect us. I gather some of the tenants had a wee chat with Mr. Randall Garrison, our New Democrat Member of Parliament, just the other day about The Mess, who brusquely informed them it was “between you and the Songhees.”

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Strike One for Identity Politics and Cultural Marxism.

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Dimly, I begin to comprehend how the Palestinians must feel, dispossessed of their homes, chased off their land at bayonet point, robbed of their worldly goods, their wives and daughters raped, many of them murdered… The rest of the world not paying a blind bit of attention…

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Meanwhile we of Triple Oaks, like too many mobile home parks before us, have an ugly and possibly futile job ahead trying to obtain compensation, possibly attempt a class action lawsuit if only we could find a lawyer and afford it, do what we can for the less fortunate among us, pathetically try to enlist the aid of the powerful yet indifferent, keep the media’s attention, maybe mount a civil disobedience campaign, pack up our belongings and look for a new place to live…

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In a region with a 0.5% vacancy rental market with the rents for anything decent starting at $1,200/month.

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I attach a copy of an article printed on the Victoria Times Colonist for your perusal.

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To describe the Songhees Nation’s position as “disengenous and deceitful” would be charitable in the extreme. I personally am to be dispossessed of my home, which is worth to me at least $123,000 before inflation is factored in. The other tenants are in similar circumstances; more than a few have a chattel mortgage on their home, which they will still have to pay. The Songhees band will be making from this, the developers doing this to us are worth, many millions of dollars. But they’re crying “poor”?

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If White People were doing this to Aboriginals — instead of the other way around — they’d be screaming all the way to the UN Security Counsel. And they would be listened to, and justly so: Because what is being perpetrated here is a Crime Against Humanity. Some of the tenants of Triple Oaks will end up permanently homeless. Some will die. And some of those who die, will die by suicide. But the Provincial Government can do nothing to help us, our venal and spineless Federal government will do nothing to help us, because of the optics of it.

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If the victims were aboriginals or blacks the Media would trumpet this appalling crime to the highest heavens.

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But because in this case it’s First Nations versus “poor white trash” — as opposed to Muslims or Palestinians Somewhere Far Away as it too usually is — it doesn’t matter?

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Give me a break, damn you. And for anyone reading this, if you’re thinking of; if you know of anyone who is considering, buying a manufactured or mobile home or setting up a business on leased First Nations land:

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DON’T DO IT:
YOU COULD LOSE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE.

Posted September 23, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Talking to Deltas about Liberty – Part 3   Leave a comment

(Sorry once again I’ve taken so long to post… the exigencies of working for a living in the middle of the night, family issues, yada yada yada..)

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This looks like someone turned a Kafkaesque Japanese capsule hotel inside out
and dressed it up with some hip millennial bullshit.

Are young people sleepwalking into living like upper class bums
and thinking that it’s somehow a cool thing?

Children, gather around: This is bum living with running water and wi-fi.

I have nothing against people for living like bums. I’ve done it. It can be a good tactical move.
What I’m curious about is how, between the early 2000s and now,
living like a bum became something for cool kids to do?

Well paying jobs are gone and not coming back.
It’s getting more expensive to survive. Collapse, Etc.

Have we moved beyond calling it what it is?

I was talking about this PodShare thing with my wife and how I found it inexplicable
that young people could possibly like this. She theorized that it might have something to do
with Facebook. They’re so used to disgorging such ridiculous amounts of personal information
over social media that living in a place with no privacy,
and Bob farting in the next bunk over,
might seem normal to them.

I don’t know.

Anyway, behold…

(http://www.cryptogon.com/?p=50206)

Personally? This is straight out of Bladerunner. Honey’s talking U$40 – U$50 a night.. For a bunk in a warehouse and sharing space with 30-40 other people? Works out to U$1,200 – U$1,500 a month !!

Or how about this snippet regarding contemporary “easy living”? I find the expression on this fellow’s face… evocative…

… not to mention the whitened knuckles on the steering wheel …

 

Meanwhile have a look at this:

(https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2017-01-23/when-their-shifts-end-uber-drivers-set-up-camp-in-parking-lots-across-the-u-s)

The article describes how casual employees of a corporate behemoth earning something like $69 billion/year have to commute many miles from where they live to where they work.. Where they work is too expensive to rent any kind of place to live, so they sleep in their cars…

This is gross exploitation. And it recalls stories I have read of what people had to do to survive during The Great Depression.

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So where are we in the scheme of things?

Taking a badly-needed three-day break from my own not-stellar-paying job, which I can’t really afford to do. Still I’m doing a lot better than those poor souls, not to mention the blessing of socialized medicine up here in the Great White North. That said, since my last post, I’ve been, like the Red Queen, like so many of us, running as fast as I damn can just to stay in one place. Meanwhile to my surprise The Donald, still twittering in the wilderness, is still ensconced in The White House.. No “lone nuts” that “No-one could have predicted!” …and/or… “There was no way he could have been stopped!” anywhere on the horizon …

… Not yet anyway …

… And America is still pretty much, simultaneously about where Germany was… Oh.. May of 1921 and September of 1933… (hopefully it will remain there awhile yet as Yours Truly continues doing things like getting in shape, developing skills and acquiring tools, stockpiling food, blankets, first aid materials, investigating the possibility of acquiring certain veterinary medicines and certain Useful Things best not spoken about too loudly but still very good to have on hand … (Would that I win the lottery so I can acquire a “Doomstead”… Have to start buying tickets I suppose but that ain’t happening…)

Germany in May of 1921 and September of 1933? Go do your homework! I’m not going to elucidate those dates for you. Meanwhile I briefly took down my Facebook page and deleted a bunch of friends, but I put it back up again because alas, being on Facebook is becoming as necessary as holding a Credit Card, never mind how disastrous both these things can be for your personal privacy or long term viability…

As for the Chronic Crisis in the good ol’ US of A, personally I do not understand why most of the people participating in the on-going auto-da-fe of The Donald do not understand how meticulously orchestrated it all is…

And I might add, utterly irrelevant.

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Open Thread: President Elect Trump (http://www.cryptogon.com/?p=49892)

November 9th, 2016

Well, I got that totally wrong.

I very honestly believed that Hillary Clinton was going to preside over the next phase of the collapse of the U.S.

I struggle for words to express how badly I was dreading another Clinton regime. That bitch (and the scum around her) would have very definitely continued to implode the U.S.

While I’m very happy that she lost, I’m definitely not celebrating the Trump win.

At least the situation is far more interesting now!

The thing about Trump that scares the crap out of me the most is his pledge to round up people who are in the U.S. illegally. I’m very much for securing the border. I’m not for mass arrests. Danger. Danger. Red flag.

What’s he going to do? Deploy the U.S. Marines to places like Santa Ana and wide swaths of Los Angeles County?

Good luck with that.

Is this an improvement over Clinton’s apparent desire to start a war with Russia, which could ultimately result in mushroom clouds?

See these stories:

Could Hillary Clinton Start a World War? Sure as Hell She Could – and Here’s How

(http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/could-hillary-start-a-world-war-sure-as-hell-she-could-and-here-s-how-a7379051.html)

and

The Lethal Lie of Hillary Clinton: Saving Lives with a No-Fly Zone in Syria

(https://www.counterpunch.org/2016/11/07/the-lethal-lie-of-hillary-clinton-saving-lives-with-a-no-fly-zone-in-syria/)

Anyway, I’ve been mumbling to myself for the past couple of hours, trying to understand how this Trump victory could have happened.

Did Trump win it fair and square? (From what we know about the lack of security with the electronic voting systems, I’d treat any result as arbitrary.)

Did Trump have help from Dr. Steve R. Pieczenik’s “counter coup” elements in the intelligence world?

A Cryptogon reader suggested that Trump could be installed so that the elite could collapse the system and then blame it all on Trump and the people who voted for him. Just like that, *poof*, the disastrous last few decades of Bush regimes (which include Reagan, Clinton and Obama) are transmuted into a vague stew of amnesia and hate for Trump. Is this in play?

Is there some other explanation?

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Probably not.

All I can say some months later in response to Mr. Flaherty is there seem to be good reasons some people refer to her as “Hitlery.”

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Besides Paul Craig Roberts, (http://www.paulcraigroberts.org/) I’ve gotten acquainted with “The Unz Review” (http://www.unz.com) courtesy of “Fred on Everything” (https://fredoneverything.org/) It is a most peculiar site, simultaneously Ultra-Conservative yet Radical … Some of the stuff seems plausible.. Some of it is to stick your fingers down your throat; the racism and the purported issue of the “black underclass” in America I find disturbing.. But not for the reasons some might accuse me of… We don’t have a “Black Problem” in Canada that I’m aware of: To our national shame that’s the First Nation’s job. Most of the blacks I’ve known are decent people who, quelle surprise, work hard to get their kids through school, maintain a decent life, save for retirement if they can and the whole nine yards…

How could two countries, one on top of the other, on the face of it so similar, manage to be so different?

Be that as it may, I also learned courtesy of Dr. Roberts that the US of A is right now.. $175 Trillion Dollars in debt. A stack of 1 trillion 1 dollar bills would be well over 11,000,000 miles high — nearly half-way to Venus. You don’t need to be an economist to understand this is completely unsupportable, a collapse is inevitable… and when that collapse happens … Like the Damned in Jack Lewis’s Hell: Best not be outside.

(http://www.paulcraigroberts.org/2017/07/12/looting-replaced-production-main-source-wealth/)

(http://investmentresearchdynamics.com/the-gold-industry-is-in-a-deep-state-of-dysfunction-delusion-and-denial/)

 

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From my diary entry of July 18:

5:21 So a bit of writing on a proposed blog post.. First that pod-sharing thing… then that Uber commercial… then I was thinking of Michael Crichton and his novel Rising Sun and 25 years later it’s Eammon Fingleton and his non-fictional In the Jaws of the Dragon

Both talking about exactly the same thing: How we in the United States and The West are being overtaken by — and shortly will be eaten alive by — The East… And what are the luminous intellects in Washington doing about it? Picking fights with Russia, China, and Iran, and nothing about the mega-tsunami of debt that’s likely to wash us all away … meanwhile the biggest computers in the world are Chinese and they’re running on guess what?

Not Windows. A Chinese version of Linux.

Started watching this movie on Netflix about Edward Snowden who was a conservative kinda guy, wanted to serve his country, washed out of Basic Training with a badly broken leg or two, joined the CIA and about a third of the way through watching, he’s beginning to come to his senses, discovering just how tentacline the web of monitoring of the security agencies truly are: If you are on the Internet, the Matrix really does have you: The contents of your hard-drive, everything you’ve ever put on Facebook, your e-mail, your tax records, and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised, your marks at school all the way from Kindegarten on; your immunization records, your Doctor’s, possibly even your Chiropractor’s records.

Actually it chills me to think every time I’ve accessed Service Canada for UI or what have you: Last time I checked.. Everything on record since I was kicked out of the army on a bunch of trumped-up allegations in 1987. Very likely my slanderous military records too.

Lambs to the slaughter, all of us. Useless eaters, all of us.. I think this is what I’m trying to bring out with this “Talking to Deltas about Liberty” business…

For any of you with enough literacy to have actually been able to read the last 4 pages…

Posted July 22, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Talking to Deltas about Liberty – Part 2   Leave a comment

The request came in by e-mail around 2 in the afternoon.
It was from a previous customer, and she had urgent business..
I quote her message here verbatim (if I had to put up with it, so should you):

“You did me ethics propsal for me I need propsal got approved pls can you will write me paper?”

I’ve gotten pretty good at interpreting this kind of correspondence. The client had attached a document
from her professor with details about the paper. She needed the first section in a week. Seventy-five pages.

I told her no problem.

It truly was no problem. In the past year, I’ve written roughly 5,000 pages of scholarly literature,
most on very tight deadlines. But you won’t find my name on a single paper.

I’ve written toward a master’s degree in cognitive psychology, a Ph.D. in sociology,
and a handful of postgraduate credits in international diplomacy…

… You would be amazed by the incompetence of your student’s writing. I have seen the word “desperate”
misspelled every way you can imagine. And these students truly are desperate.
They couldn’t write a convincing grocery list …

… yet they are in graduate school.”

— “Ed Dante”
The Shadow Scholar
( http://www.chronicle.com/ )

I find it rather hard to credit that someone could be in Graduate School, yet so illiterate she can’t write at a Grade 2 level.

Especially considering my own experience in that immiserating Hellhole: Frequently up till 2 or 3 in the morning for days on end toiling over a typewriter with a bucket of white-out: This was long before the days of “Word” or even “WordPerfect”. For 6 agonizing years (don’t ask) I normally poured out “blood, toil, tears and sweat” on term papers, not to mention all the rest of the useless rubbish, only to have them returned with a with a “C” … or a “D” … or even an “F”… Sometimes they would come back with a “B+”; I felt like a little kid in kindergarten awarded a sticker!

But I never got an “A” for any written work that I can recall, not so much as an “A-”.

As I got a bit of experience in University, I wanted to believe, I dared to think, that I could kinda… “get a feel”? For what the mark was going to be ? …

But honestly? Every time, pretty much, it was a crapshoot. No guarantees. “Ya pays yer money and ya takes yer chances!” was the faculty’s attitude. Which was nerve-wracking in the extreme because I needed an overall B- average to graduate. Thus another thing I wonder: How Mr. Dante could write scholarly papers on a graduate level for functional illiterates like that aforementioned poor soul and be assured of a better track-record than mine? Anything I ever handed in — from about Grade 6 on, even the failures, was light-years better than his client’s note — But I graduated only by the skin of my teeth and “Uncle Fester” (the Department Chairman) giving me the grades to get me out of there…

Then again.. I look around me and I don’t wonder, quite so much… It’s 35 years since I was in College, and the remorseless dumbing down foisted on all of us courtesy of the Academy and the Media, continues its relentless deadly work. Nearly 100 years later Herr Doktor Spengler would appear to be vindicated.(1)

Hey: I call it as I see it.

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Meanwhile regarding Mr. Borowitz I posted back to Diapnosophes:

“This is so goofy and so wrong on so many levels! Please understand: “There are no political solutions to the problems the US is facing. The outcome of this election is meaningless one way or another.”(2) As for the Educational “System”? It is doing precisely what it was designed to do: Churning out an endless stream of Walking Dead who are incapable of initiative or independent thinking. Learn about John Taylor Gatto and Ivan Illich and what you were a part of.”

Had a brief e-mail interchange with him via Facebook and what I got from him in recollection — his original e-mail is long gone — was blank incomprehension at what I was trying to tell him, asking me to the effect that “if politics can’t solve America’s problems what would you recommend?”(3)

Then he unfriended me.

As to learning about John Taylor Gatto or Ivan Illich, Diapnosophes, I regrettably imagine, would be unlikely to do anything so constructive, after having like me wasted his foundational years in the cesspool of incompetence that was our university’s music department, then going on to a, um.. “career”.. in one of Canada’s provincial public education gulags. I on the other hand was kicked out of the education stream by the menstruous schoolmarm in charge of it, Mrs. Cloaca Maxima; went in for the course selection interview for third year; without a word of warning to me she then sent a note to the Department Chairman (Not Uncle Fester: He in the meantime had had his nuts unceremoniously handed to him on a platter for his sexual peccadillos) stating she couldn’t recommend me to the education program “due to my temperament and personality” — just as if she had any right or business doing any such thing — and this mind you, on 5 minutes acquaintance. Never spoke to her before, never saw her ever again. Think it was because I contradicted her when she said “you’ll of course be going into the band stream” and I said “No, I want to do classroom music.”(4)

Thus I wound up in the “Honors, music performance program.” I didn’t fight it, all I wanted to do was get the Hell out of there.

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The crowning outrage for me 35 years on, is if I too obviously identify that university or any of the faculty thereof I could be the target of any number of lawsuits; never mind their studied indifference for their student’s welfare or putative futures, their complete neglect in talking about anything important, the utterly mind-numbing excoriating waste of time, of all of it.

Not to mention the money squandered in tuition fees and textbooks I haven’t opened since.

What did any of that fatuous, agonizing, multi-year hazing ritual have to do with playing oboe in a symphony orchestra?

What did any of it, have to do with anything? Damned if I know.

But you have to do it if you want to get anywhere in life, and you’d better be good at it, and be willing to waste years in it: Sometimes well over a decade after high school.

I alas, was not good at it.

We now have children of 35 — you who are reading this know this as well as I do — who are still in school, studying God Knows What, having never done a lick of productive work their entire lives, and likely burdened with a crushing student loan debt they have no chance of ever repaying and they can’t declare bankruptcy on.

And frequently getting someone like Ed Dante to help them with it.

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Somehow, against all odds, I managed to score a professional gig. Nothing stellar, it was one of the Canadian Forces military bands. I emphatically didn’t want it, all I wanted to do with music by then was quit, but my parents pressured me into applying for it, and it all unfolded with the grim inevitability of a Greek Tragedy.

Within a week of my arrival at that band, the local symphony called to see if we had a decent oboist; off I went to play 2nd oboe in Richard Strauss’s Der Rosenkavalier.. First time I’d ever encountered that particular work of Richard Strauss.

To be brutally honest it was the first time I’d ever heard of it.

They left me gasping in the dust. My time working towards a Bachelor of Music (Performance) Degree from one of Canada’s allegedly best universities and it left me no better prepared for real musical work than that: 35+ years later as I approach 60 I often wonder if I’d have been better off spending the money and time I wasted in University on recordings and scores and teaching myself.

I can’t see how I could have done any worse.

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I lasted in that Kafkaesque band an astounding three years: Some Christ-Awful mistakes on my part at the beginning — because I wanted to be in the military about like I’d want to be consigned to a hospital for the criminally insane — and a relentless whisper campaign by an alcoholic and embittered Master Warrant Officer eventually took its toll and I was fired, on fabricated charges on about the lowest honourable release category they could get away with; fired by a imbecile of a commanding officer who couldn’t conduct 4/4 time on a bet. In fairness to those abominable thugs, I hadn’t a clue, at least not in the beginning, what it was, to be a professional musician. But right along with my undergrad’s faculty, along with my own, the mind-numbing incompetence of these people was not merely surreal, it was sublime.

After the Army was finished with me I was a basket case. I knew I was in rough shape, but just how rough, I only divined when I attempted the Royal Conservatory of Music’s Orchestral Training Program(5): I had a nervous breakdown and for 15 years, I could not bear to listen to music.

Such are the benefits of a Liberal Arts education.

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So what does this sad little fugue have to do with Andy Borowitz’ micro-rant, Ed Dante’s charitable work, and the elevation of Citizen Trump to the Presidency? Good question. But I actually think (and hope I’m beginning to demonstrate) that in the aggregate — and south of the border — it has plenty to do with it, and it is certainly not due to the alleged ignorance of the people who voted for him. I think it has far more to do with a system that consistently selects for incompetence in authority and the consequent failure of all our institutions, not just the academy. A system, I must add on re-reading my post, that no longer even pretends to serve us. My experiences in university and the military were and are by no means singular; I know of one individual who committed suicide thanks to the abusive idiots. That charming video at the beginning of my post, Ed Dante’s story, that tryptich of photos, are the cumulative results of what was my experience 35 years earlier.

The personal qualities, the self-management skills, the focus, that you need to be a successful musician, would be pure gold in any field. Did my professors ever talk about any of that? Hell, no. Did they speak relentlessly and length, how important it was to know the orchestral and operatic repertoire inside and out, how hard you had to work, how good you had to be, just to do an audition, never mind get the job? Hell no. Did they ever mention things like “it is rarely too melodramatic to say that your destiny hangs on the impression you make”?(6) or: “So much depends upon reputation. Guard it with your life.”?(7)

… Hell no …

No, none of that, from them: My time in university was largely spent in writing imitations of, and writing about, and analyzing, 16th-century counterpoint… or stuff about as germane…

… Truly relevant, useful and important stuff, 16th-century counterpoint …

Right to the bitter end, I did my best to believe I was getting something of value for the investment of my time and money. I wasn’t. Like so many others, I was sold a worthless bill of goods. This summer over a jug of draft with a cousin I finally did with my degree what I’ve wanted to do with it for decades:

Tore it up and tossed it in recycling.

More to come.

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1. Oswald Spengler: The Decline of the West. First volume published in 1918.

2. “Waiting for Clarity on the Brink of Oblivion”: Read it. Now.
( https://infrakshun.blogspot.ca/2012/01/waiting-for-clarity-on-brink-of.html ).

3. “The Survivalist” is a place to start. There are lots of others, and lots of books. Do your own thinking and research.
( http://www.thesurvivalistblog.net )
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4. Cloaca had a reputation in the department for being “a bitch of the first degree”… About the only flavour schoolmarms come in, on reflection…

5. Alas, long consigned to the trashbin of history. The one I was in was the third to last I think.

6. A quote from Barbara Walters.

7. Robert Greene: The 48 Laws of Power. Law #5.

Posted March 31, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Talking To Deltas about Liberty – Part 1   Leave a comment

Because our world is not the same as Othello’s world. You can’t make flivvers without steel —
and you can’t make tragedies without social instability. The world’s stable now.
People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can’t get.
They’re well off; they’re safe; they’re never ill; they’re not afraid of death;
they’re blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they’re plagued with no mothers or fathers;
they’ve got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about;
they’re so conditioned that they practically can’t help behaving as they ought to behave.
And if anything should go wrong, there’s Soma…

Which you go and chuck out of the window in the name of liberty, Mr. Savage. Liberty!
He laughed. “Expecting Deltas to know what liberty is!
And now expecting them to understand Othello! My good boy!

— “Mustapha Mond”
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

I should know better than to go on Facebook.

Only and unwillingly rejoined it to reach some Veteran’s support groups I’ve yet to contact. But some months back during the American Election I found this stinking piece of excremental drivel authored by one Andy Borowitz posted by a friend thereon whom I shall call “Diapnosophes.”

excremental-drivel

I’ll talk about Diapnosophes later. Meanwhile further perusals on Facebook and I found the following three items — among far too many others.

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An individual whom I’ll call “Diana” since that’s her name and it’s now months ago and likely she’s forgotten all about it, posted the following sublime consideration:

hitlery-is-a-bitch

As Screwtape might have written to her:

“My dear.. My very dear, Diana… my poppet, my pigsnie…

Google ‘Hillary Clinton War Crimes’

Google ‘Murders Connected Clintons’

Hillary’s entire political career has been spent as a henchthingy for the Bush Family Crime Syndicate, who — among many other things — were instrumental in bringing Hitler to power and doing everything they could to keep him there; participated in the murders of John and Robert Kennedy — I have my suspicions about Martin Luther King (and come to think of it, John Lennon) — brought us 9/11, Al-Qaeda and ISIS; Hillary herself despises most of “Flyover America” (and if we were Americans, my darling, “Flyover America” would likely include me and you); as Secretary of State (the Presstitutes don’t talk about this much) pushed Russia to the brink of a nuclear exchange, said of the murder of Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi “We came, we saw, he died” — no-one deserves to die, the way Gaddafi did  — and was responsible for initiating a series of wars which benefited the average American not at all never mind the miserable wretches on the receiving end, consequently producing the worst refugee crisis since The Second World War.

Let’s not even talk about the Vietnam War, which you are possibly far too young to remember…

Notice that little girl in the middle? What many commentators neglected to mention,
is when this photo was taken, her back was covered in burning napalm.
Bought and paid for by the monsters who employ Hillary — but who detest Donald Trump.
Multiply this atrocity quite a few million times since 1972?
Could have something to do with why America is held in such low regard in the world.

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These factoids and a whole bunch more should take you at most half an hour on Google to find. With my minimal skills took me about 10 minutes. They are documented. But that doesn’t matter to you, having uttered on Facebook your ill-considered whine: Donald Trump used indiscrete locker room language in front of a live microphone. Shameful. Absolutely disgraceful.

Granted Donald is by all accounts a bumptious oaf. But unlike him, Hillary really is a war criminal, a murderess, and a collaborator. Don’t believe me? The above photograph not enough? Have a look at what Julian Assange, John Pilger or Dr. Paul Craig Roberts among many others have to say about her.

Or have a look at the books The Unauthorized Biography of George Bush by Anton Chaitkin and Webster Tarpley or Primary Colors by “Anonymous” (AKA Joe Klein).

We look forward to her penultimate arrival here below.

Your Affectionate Uncle,
Screwtape”

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Here’s another beauty on Facebook from some individual evidently suffering a melanin over-sufficiency whom I’ll name “Raina” because her real first name on Facebook makes her too easy to find:

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An interesting list of factoids…  And yet me doubt me, and they add up to any kind of argument. It’s apparently what goes for left-wing thinking these days: “All white-skinned peoples except leftists, including apparently victimized women, are racist by definition.  Racism and victimization are the explanations of everything, all of history, all institutions, even the US Constitution.”

( http://www.paulcraigroberts.org/2017/01/25/demise-left-paul-craig-roberts/ )

What we have here isn’t “failure to communicate.” What we have here is remarkably muddy, and yes, bigoted, thinking. The kind of muddy and bigoted thinking that brought Canada back in the day, the FLQ crisis and the murder of Pierre Laporte…

… Come to think of it.. a few years before that, Nazi Germany and  the Holocaust…

And yes, the “Strange Fruit” alluded to by Billie Holiday. Two wrongs don’t make a right, Raina.

That said…

●  “Susan B Anthony was a racist”? Um… Raina? Susan B. Anthony was remarkably progressive — for her day. But that was well over 100 years ago. She died in 1906.  Hard to imagine someone of that time not being a racist, or at least a bit of a bigot. Learn how Irish immigrants were mistreated when they began coming over back in the 1840s and ’50s: They were white, sho’ nuff. But they were also Catholic…

● “White Women versus Black Women in the ‘50s?” um.. Raina, some more? That’s still, nearly 60 years ago.

● “Birth control was made available through unethical experimentation on Puerto Rican woman?” Well, that’s nasty. I didn’t know anything about this. But compare it to First Nations being sold small-pox infested blankets. And still.. what’s it got to do with anything else on this list? Puerto Ricans are Hispanic, thus, white..

● “Do not forget that many of your beloved white feminist scholars are TERFS”..

… What’s a “ TERF ”? …

It’s  a…

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“Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist.”

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… In other words a sub-set of Radical Feminists… who have issues about transexualism …

Gee whiz. The nasty intolerant bitches. They have issues with transexualism. Can you imagine?

Actually yes I could. I like to think I’m a pretty broad-minded kinda guy. But I draw the line long before this. In fact, let’s cut the crap, right now: Transsexuals are very, very, VERY sick people, who want to — or have had — their bodies grossly mutilated in a grotesque parody of the opposite sex. To my mind their sudden appearance is symptomatic of a culture in terminal decline. I’ll be damned, quite honestly, if I’ll be tolerant of this rubbish, and I quite understand why any number of women also would take issue with it. Let alone share a washroom with these sickos.

… While we’re on the subject … Why are transsexuals consistently lumped in with gays and lesbians? Something wrong here. But in any event, I digress: What have transsexual issues got to do with racism?

● “The majority of white women voted for Trump”? Um, even more? … First of all, America is famous for low voter turnout, I suspect because most Americans know it’s a waste of time.  But of the American women who voted, while 43% of black women voted for Donald Trump — an astonishing percentage on the face of it — of the white women within that group, 53% voted for Donald Trump.* Scarcely majority of white women in America.

● “If you want to be an ally the first thing is to never forget.” Yes, Raina, you’re right: The black experience in America has been appalling. But the First Nations’ experience makes it look like a picnic.  You’re evidently unaware how some African tribes through the 17th — 19th centuries sold captured members of other African tribes into slavery in the first place. Black-on-black, not white-on-black, atrocities. Have a gander at what happened fairly recently in Rwanda. Hutu men raping Tutsi women and then hacking off their hands and/or breasts. Abominable isn’t it? But again: black-on-black, not white-on-black, atrocities. Read about the 30 Years War, or the Irish Potato Famine. Learn about Armenia in 1918. The state-sponsored famine in the Ukraine 1930-32. All white-on-white atrocities. Learn about the Japanese occupation of Manchukuo in the 1930s, or Democratic Kampuchea in the 1970s. Wow. Yellow-on-yellow atrocities. For crying out loud, learn about what the Israelis are doing to the Palestinians! — If any ethnic group should have learned a lesson about compassion, surely it is the Jews! I could go on for pages citing atrocities over the length of recorded history. But Raina, I hope I’ve made my point: It ain’t necessarily “White versus Black”:

It’s what, may God have mercy upon us, what humans beings do to each other; “the iniquity is on us all”, and the only solution is remembering you’re civilized, of restraint, compassion… and of forgiveness…

(* http://fredoneverything.org/trump-to-build-death-camps-for-trans-gendered-people-of-color-will-deport-all-woman/ )

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The following not exactly masterpiece of intelligent and witty invective was authored by an individual whom I’ll call “Bill”, in case he reads this and recognizes his writing. But like Doug and Bob the Metropolitan Policeman, I won’t give out his last name.


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I can hear John Cleese now: “Lord Cheeto of the Orange Anus? Lord Cheeto of the Orange Anus? What kind of talk is this?” It’s not even original. “Cheeto”, apparently Bill got from the fetid twit who wrote that vile smut recently broadcast about being a “Nasty Woman.” “Orange Anus” from that undoubtedly luminous intellect — never watched her show to be honest, only know of her from hearsay — Rosie O’Donnell.

As for his “tendency towards the left”?

Many years ago I too, viewed myself as “left wing”, was working as an Office Temp in Toronto, and doing my best to get a permanent job, in the Ministry of Housing. The Manager really wanted to hire me, she was working hard on it. But Ontario had just elected the New Democrats, the provincial incarnation of Canada’s very own socialist party. They had decided to effect this wonderful initiative in support of homeless and low-income citizens of the Province of Ontario; a lovely new rental housing subsidy program… it had gone through the Legislature, it was all ready to be promulgated.. How to inform the rental and income-challenged of the beneficence of the New Democrats? No money to pay for an advertising campaign… money was tight, Canada was in a deep recession…

… Hey! No problem!

The bastards cut all the contract and temp staff working at the Ministry of Housing, and used the money that would have gone for their salaries and wages, to pay for their advertising campaign…

This was the early 1990s and Canada’s first ever made-in-Canada — and massive — recession. I was one of the employees to be thrown onto the breadlines to pay for that advertising campaign. Shortly thereafter I was on welfare.

And thoroughly disabused of the notion of decency among politicians.

Never forget this, Gentle Readers: Doesn’t matter what a politician says. They’re in it for themselves. Always and only. But as to these three items I’ve reflected on?  In the immortal remark of S’chn T’gai Spock:

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“Fascinating.”

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The reality about politics, which no-one on Facebook seems to grasp: It’s like that peculiar Japanese theatre, name of which escapes me at the moment, likely couldn’t pronounce it anyway: You’re not watching the actors, as the political drama unfolds. You’re not looking at the puppets, manipulated by the actors, as the political drama unfolds…

You’re watching the shadows, cast on a backlit screen, of the puppets, being manipulated by the actors howling in falsetto as the largely bogus and pre-ordained drama unfolds.

The drama such as it is, was written and edited by entirely different people, many of them long dead, and most of whom we’re unlikely ever to know anything much about; they work very hard at maintaining a low profile.

The other thing, as Fred alluded to: The Roman Empire? Were any of you awake during Grade 10 History and remember the teacher talking about “Bread and Circuses”? Donald Trump is a diversion, little ones.. Nothing more. If you take any of it seriously, you are being bamboozled and manipulated to within an inch of your life. Meanwhile there are events unfolding of which we know little or nothing, which will have dire consequences for all of us, and which may happen.. a lot sooner than any of us would care for..

Herein thus is part of the anomaly of Citizen Trump. And I’ll warn you, Gentle Readers, the next few series of posts on this subject are going to be doozies, because I’ve put a lot of thought, will be putting a lot of thought, and effort into this.

To conclude: What concerns me is that these seem, in our present milieu, to be what goes for informed intelligent comment from average people. I’ll talk about the less intelligent among us in my next installment.

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PS BTW what has any of what I’ve written, got to do with Fred’s brief homily at the beginning? Plenty, as I hope to illustrate over the next few months.

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Posted March 3, 2017 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized

Dulce et Decorum Est   Leave a comment

cost-of-war-in-iraqBent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

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“Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!” — An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime. —
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

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In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

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If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: “Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.”

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Wilfred Owen
Written sometime before his death in the trenches, November 4, 1918

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A triptych of photographs taken in Trenton, Ontario, August 4, 2005. My sister and I visiting our Uncle Roy’s grave, killed in a training accident, December 13, 1943.

He was 22.

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Posted November 11, 2016 by Capt. Roy Harkness in Uncategorized