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  12.56 billion dollars and no completion date in sight. Seems like Dictator Ford and his non-conservative Conservatives are assuring their super rich construction homies will continue to milk the system. What’s a few billion dollars amongst friends ? It is already 3 years past the original opening date. The Crosstown project stinks more than my first wife’s cooking. It has done so since before the first shovel hit the ground. Like the St. Clair West fiasco, it has cost many small businesses to go under. This Eglinton fiasco should be examined by an independent forensic accounting firm. Ford and his construction friends should be investigated with the focus being on where the billions of dollars actually went. I guarantee years from now the snake of deception will rear it’s ugly head and a trail of kickbacks and outright theft of funds will be discovered. And then all you Ford loving idiots will vote him back in once again. Ford is Canada’s answer to the United States’ Trump. Need I sa

  Thankfully, I turn sixty-six on October the 5th. Otherwise I would be worried. Five years ago on October 22, 2018 at eleven fifteen in the morning I was diagnosed with Stage IV Squamous Cell Carcinoma and Pharyngeal Cancer. At that time they told me that I was beyond the point of conventional treatments and that the best option was to allow them to remove my tongue, larynx and part of my esophagus. Then they would use a muscle from my forearm to construct a tongue. I immediately refused. There is no way that I would allow my family and loved ones to have a vision of me as a Frankenstein as their last memory. Their last memory of me will be me smiling and telling them how much I appreciated sharing life with them. The doctors told me that I would be lucky if I survived till the end of January 2019. Eight to ten weeks. I am not one to give in to defeat. I participated in a radical radiation therapy whereas I received eighty, yes 80, rounds of Harwins Protocol radiation treatments in tw

Click Here to listen to this post as a podcast Premier Ford I have a problem with your agenda. Well, I believe the problem is your hidden agendas. I have a few other problems with you but first let's talk about the largest one. So, let us see, you are planning on building a million and a half houses. I read somewhere that these houses will have basement apartments. Also, you claim they will be " affordable ". (Hang on for a second. I have to stop laughing) I have to give you credit for your way with words. You come across in such a manner that the average person actually believes what you are saying. They hear your voice, but, sadly, they do not hear your words. Answer me this Premier, " Affordable by who, exactly? Also, I may be wrong, I heard that the refugees will be given first priority to these homes. They were given first priority to and have now filled a large portion of our civic shelters. ( We will not bother to bring up how many are being housed in motels

  This episode is available to listen to as a podcast on Spotify or wherever you stream podcasts from. Do you honestly believe that by having a violent protest on Canadian soil is going to change anything in your country? Do you honestly think that the leaders of the country you left care what happens here in Toronto? Causing turmoil in our downtown core accomplishes absolutely nothing in your homeland. It does cause problems here in Toronto and other Canadian cities. Yesterday a protest in Calgary turned violent. Additionally, it gives racists fuel for their racism and conspiracy theorists reason to balk. It causes frustration and impatience with the citizens who live in the immediate area of said protest. Most embassies are in the downtown core. With the chaos from the massive construction going on downtown, the last thing people want or need is additional road blockages. This may sound like a lame minor complaint to you. To many it is enough to ignore the cause of the protest and ho

This blog is also available as a podcast onSpotify via the following link or wherever you stream your podcasts from: https://open.spotify.com/episode/7eXuf81PZnJMpSdfjRlOHr?si=Y-L1dPiDRRaSMK6cy4RFbg The Black Eyes Are From Oxygen There is a downside of living in a retirement residence. “ Friendship .” Loneliness being a predominant emotion creates within us the necessity to socialize and seek out friendships. Making friends comes with sorrow hitchhiking upon it’s back. For you are silently aware that there will come that day whereas they will go to a hospital.  (A ‘given’ for we seniors .) Sometimes they will come back. Sadly, there is that one time where they are gone. Simply gone. Odd that for reasons known only to whoever or whatever created our complicated species included emotions. Personally I can live with the happiness, humor, pride and the rest of the positive emotions. However, I have no want whatsoever to have to experience the pain, sorrow, loneliness and others such as the

  Delaney ‘Jordan’ McLean Verner Born September 11, 1990 -  Died December 25, 2019 Happy Heavenly 33rd Birthday my Son. On Christmas morning 2019, my son Jordan took his life in a town called Black Diamond , Alberta. A part of me died with him that day and a part of me dies each day since. Time heals nothing. It merely teaches us how to hide the sorrow and the pain. IF YOU ARE FEELING SUICIDAL OR IN A DARK PLACE,  PLEASE REACH OUT TO SOMEONE OR TO A CRISIS LINE. THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WHO CARES AND WILL HELP. SOMETIMES IT IS A STRANGER OR THE LAST PERSON YOU WOULD EXPECT TO HELP. SUICIDE DESTROYS NOT ONLY YOUR LIFE , BUT THE LIVES OF EVERYONE WHO KNOWS YOU. SUICIDE SOLVES NOTHING! HERE IS THE LINK TO HIS BIOGRAPHY https://a.co/d/atXBtP1

Often one can find me gazing upward toward the galaxies above. Lost in time. Lost the space. Forever remaining out of place. Searching the Heavens for answers found in the bowels of Earth. Knowing that it is always sunny above the storm clouds of life. You find me smiling to an invisible debate. The answer lost to it's fate . Humoured by the confusion of knowing not. Resisting defeat to a lesser lot. To ' rise above ', metaphorically speaking. Replenished aura under sun's peaking. Cosmic pulses expel genetic code. All that be birthed from galactic mold. This be why we pray with heads high. With faces tilted towards the sky. Surely false prophets and genuine gods alike, dwell past nebulous clouds where the light does strike. High above all, dwells positive light. Lowest below all, eternal night. Periodically one may find I, gaze toward the ground, smiling at that my mind has found. Of past dark choices made in haste. Of

  Okay,  okay  … this is for all you who keep trying to talk to me about Toronto’s sports teams. Anyone who knows me knows that I refuse to put a single dollar into the bank accounts of these ridiculously overpaid teams. I do not care about the Blue Leafs. I do not care about the Maple Jay’s. I do not care about the Raptornauts. I think that paying players millions upon millions to play a sport has done nothing except make it so the average Toronto resident cannot afford to attend a game. If they manage to scrape together enough to purchase a ticket then they are usually the cheapest seats. The ‘nosebleed’ sections. Why don’t we take all those millions and pay the staff of our hospitals a decent salary? The kitchen and housekeeping staff are grossly underpaid. Our nurses and their aids are not being paid enough. It is absolutely ridiculous to pay a ball player 54 million over 4 years. These teams are no longer playing a sport. If they were they would win once in a while. They are milli

  Darkness envelops my very soul. My emotions race from ‘ to’  to ‘ fro’. I deny it’s prescience in my Light it’s murky shadow creeps yet into sight. Clouds of doubt and failure alike, Dark anxieties and falsehoods do spike. I stand me tall, my jaws clenched tight. Darkness be denied upon this night. The Past faded from my guilt. Memories now woven upon imaginary quilts. With inherent strength of an Irish Hand, on my honour this ground I stand. Today life lives in the here and now. I remember to what I had made my vow. Compassion, caring and respect a must. Relationships shared with love not lust. A helping action to one in need, be your Mantra and be your creed. A smile on your face do so wear. It must be genuine yet forged with care. Future days are here not yet. Carry forth not one Dark regret. For if society is forever to exist, then all our fallacies must desist. Come ye now hear these words I speak. Future days will bear no weak. Comes a day that all have yearned. Peace, love and

  Am I a lonely single or am I singularly alone? Damn, that’s a hard question to answer. Let’s explore my thoughts on this and, hopefully, set my mind at ease. Firstly, from birth through my adolescence I was definitely lonely. Extremely lonely if truth be told. My mother separated from my father when I was six months old. At first Father attempted his best to be a father to me. A difficult task as, apparently, I was quite the whirlwind of overstimulated, hyperactive, carefree spirit. Eventually this led to my being put in “ The Foster Care System “. Thirty-two placements in the first six years. I kid you not. For reasons unbeknownst to me, they, being the Catholic Children’s Aid, could not find a placement for an extremely troubled infant. Yes, I was an infant. Think about that. Can you imagine what must have been taking place in my head? Thirty-one families that could not handle me between the ages of one and six years of age. Placement number thirty-two was a divine intervention as