Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

“Black Diamond: Bubba’s Story  “ On Christmas morning 2019, my son, Delaney “Jordan” McLean Verner, hung himself. In an obscure town in the underbelly of Alberta, Canada. A town called “ Black Diamond “. He and his wife of 12 years, Katelyn had gone their to start a new life. Hoping to escape the homelessness rut and street life they were “ Groundhog Day ” living on the streets of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A dream that collapsed and left them stranded, freezing and hungry in the middle of a viscous minus fifty degree Celsius blizzard. Although this is my son’s biography, it is also a call to attention as to how we are placing the lives of our youth in the hands and care of a “ Broken System “. A system that  MUST  be scrapped and a new approach and system built from scratch. A task that will take years to complete but is absolutely necessary as we have so many youth in crisis during these present times. I promised Jordan I would tell his story and that I would show the wo...

  “How I miss riding Old Yeller!” Do you feel life has been fair to you? We all have complaints and grievances. The big question is are they “ justified ”? My childhood was absolute Hell. Yet I feel that my life has simply been exactly that – “ life ”. No different than many others has been. I was bounced through thirty_two foster homes in my first ten years. Finally going to live with my father, stepmother and step brother and sister at ten years old. However, I never felt like I belonged with them. I resented discovering that I had a father and family that lived a few miles from my last fosterhome but they never visited me until the last year. At the age of twelve I was renited with my older brother when he returned from the famous “Woodstock Concert”. Together we decided that the nomadic hippie life was our calling. So, he, 16 and I, 12 walked out of our so-called ‘parental ’  home and joined the “Awarehouse” hippie commune. The tribe kept me secure from the grasp of author...

  As I glance around Taking heed of sound Ponderings rising deep within me Querying this growing hatred I see Expect not from me silence In witness of public violence Or abhorrent racial acts Or sexual deviant attacks Or cowardly femiside Last not least Homicide   the beast Seven decades living reckless was I Awareness gained regardless   how high No belief of rich monetary polic y Nor of fake billionaire psychology 69 years of walking in life Came trials, tribulations and strife World now in darkest of place De-evolution of human race Elite minority in control Hidden agenda protocol One delusional so-called man Danger in his bruised hand What can people do   to cope Life governed without hope Time come logic will rise Numbering credible in size History taught us well Empires all burned and fell This I pledge from me to you For both we know it be true Put the human   back   into humanity Deterring present political insanity Come soon a day when enough is en...

  “ My Grandmother Clock” The human subconscious is amazing at times. I find it amazing how we can become so accustomed to some things, but other things become more and more obvious. Take for instance my  “grandmother clock”. It ticks quite loudly. Every second a constant reminder of its existence. Every half hour a single chime to assure me of that existence. Every hour the gongs of the passage of time. Yet, I do not hear it. If perhaps it stops because I neglected to wind it, I hear the silence. I live three blocks from one of the busiest police stations in Toronto. Sirens are a constant reminder of my life in the “ big city”. I do not hear the roar of racing engines or the siren’s obnoxious wail as they fly up my street. Yet, I do hear their silence if a long period is to pass between emergency runs. My subconscious essentially will say, “ Hey Dann, I wonder why we are not hearing sirens? ” This perplexes me to no end. It seriously does. Could it possibly be rooted in our g...

  I believe I have broke my spine again! First I will explain why I say, “ Again” . It all began around March 4th, 1999. That is the first time I traumatized my spine. It was 3:55pm and my shift at  B and R Demolition  ended in five minutes. I removed my eyeglasses to wipe off the sweat and dust accumulated on them when I heard a crack sound. Two seconds later I was falling, from about fifty feet, straight down through the scaffolding. The crack I had heard was the breaking of the three by nine board I was standing on. I landed on my feet! Driving my face into my knees. It hurt, I kid you not! The thing that saved my life was my arms breaking planks during my descent. At the hospital it was discovered that besides two blackened eyes I had fractured my right elbow, my left forearm and two ribs. Hang on Campers, it gets better! The kinetic force of my landing sent a shock wave up my spine and shattered my 6th, 5th, 3rd and 2nd vertebrae. In surgery they performed a complete...

  Ummm, isn’t the wife Trump purchased from Epstein a “ foreign   born “? Here is a direct quote from  “NBC online”  that explains what Trump is attempting to do in his quest to destroy as many families as he and his corrupt Cartel, posing as an administration, possibly can in their race to make the States an Aryan nation  …… “DHS has also increasingly sought to remove  legal  immigrants from the U.S. by DHS has also increasingly sought to remove legal immigrants from the U.S. by revoking thousands of visas, including for some people who participated in pro-Palestinian protests, and trying to  deport green card holders . “ A spokesman for USCIS,  Matthew Tragesser , said the agency reviews cases of naturalized citizens when there is credible evidence that  citizenship was obtained through fraud or misrepresentation. “ We maintain a  zero-tolerance policy towards fraud in the naturalization process  and will pursue denatura...

  If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why? Didn’t even have to think about my answer to this .. My answer, “The “Age limits” of our “Youth Justice Act” I believe, no matter what the youth’s circumstances, the age for trying a youth  as an adult , for serious nonviolent crimes, should be lowered to 16. Crimes of violence, weapons and/or causing death should lower to 14. “Why?” You ask. Times have changed. Youth have changed. (Especially inner city youth) Today’s youth are often lured into gang life with promises of wealth, drugs and Brotherhood. (In that order.) Most   come from broken or single parent   homes where money is sparse. The gangleaders take advantage of this. They begin by luring the youth in with “gifts” of money, free marijuana and the belief they are valued members   of the gang. They are definitely “valued”. In fact they are one of the most important cogs in the gears of the organization. “Why?” You ask. Two main reasons ...