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

Why is it that Israel is above every other government in the world and continuously permitted to commit war crime after war crime? Especially when they are blocking journalists,  killing aid workers and slaughtering innocent noncombatant civilians? What in the name of your various Gods is it going to take before we all speak up and ACTUALLY put a stop to this insanity? I am disgusted by my fellow man.  We all talk, bitch and complain but we are not sanctioning them or ceasing to fund them.

There are times where the simplest of things can deliver a powerful message. Everyone is stressed to the maximum simply by the everyday pressures of basic life . Simplicity has become forgotten. We need simplicity for our simplicities teach us how to logically deal with our complexities.

Something isn’t right here. The OPP dropping the ball? The septic tank (not a well like first reported) i s located “inside a fenced in playground”  area. A FRACKING SEPTIC TANK! That’s a picture I will never get out of my head. How did the staff of the daycare not know exactly where a toddler was at all times? The public needs to demand that there be a public inquiry into  Vienna   Rose Irwin’s  passing!!! Especially to have died under such nightmarous circumstances!!! https://todaysnorthumberland.ca/2024/12/13/breaking-news-opp-say-there-will-be-no-charges-in-the-death-of-a-toddler-found-in-septic-tank-north-of-cobourg/ The young child’s death happened on Thursday, May 25, 2023, at the  “Watch Me Grow Daycare Centre ” on County Road 45, just south of Baltimore, Ontario near Cobourg. Demand justice for Vienna and her family ! (Photo courtesy of ‘Today’s Northunder land’ –   Pete Fisher ) My deepest condolences and Prayers for the family of Vienna...

  With Winter Comes The Dreaded ‘I.N.S.’ (I first blogged regarding this in October 2012.) “Irritated Nipple Syndrome  – INS” (An aggravating Canadian affliction.) I.N.S. is commonly caused by our brisk Canadian winter air causing said nipples to rub themselves raw against cheap polyester Dollarama knock-off T-shirts. Laugh not!!!   (This struggle is as real as hemroids on a mongoose’s butt!) It can be crippling! Debilitating even! Not to mention, extremely embarrassing in certain situations. For the sake of our Canadian reputation everywhere, please, I beg of you, donate your existing polyester T’s to your favourite Trump supporter. Then, immediately equip yourself with high quality Walmart cotton blended T’s. ( Remember that at Walmart they are cheaper by the dozen.) Your nipples and your puppy will do a happy dance in appreciation! DO IT FOR OUR FLAG! DO IT FOR YOUR FELLOW COUNTRYMEN!!!

  I so miss the sea. During my youth in Saint John,  New Brunswick, I would spend hours, sometimes days, sitting at Courtney Bay or Tin Can Beach. Especially if there was a raging storm. For no matter how severe the storms may have been they were much calmer than the storms in my mind. Often I would be under the influence of LSD. The ‘ acid ‘ enhanced the spiritual grasp of the oceans mighty clutch. Perhaps it was because I was shuttled from foster home or institutions over thirty times during my first ten years of life. I never felt like I belonged to anyone. Especially not with my real family. I never uttered the words “ Mom”  or “ Dad ” until I was an adult. They were never there for me during my adolescence. My formative years. The most important years of a child’s life. I spent a couple of years residing with my father, my stepmother, stepsister and stepbrother. However, I could not assimilate into their nuclear family. I felt distant from them.  Much like a wat...

  I don’t dance But I have rhythm I don't sing But I have a voice I don’t preach But I have Faith I don’t wish But I have hope I don’t cry But I have tears I don’t scare But I have fears I don’t attack But I have protection I don’t wander But I have destiny I don’t hate But I have love I don’t deceive But I have secrets I don’t wish But I have hope I don’t do But I have done

  It took me many years, decades actually, to realize that “Change   only happens when change happens”. My change is in it’s infancy. My metamorphosis  was a slow slumbering crawl   through   the first five decades of my many lives. Fifty plus   years of  puberty   fuelled irresponsibility, leading into the drug induced blurring of my twenties and thirties. Coming to rest amidst mid-life’s crisis frantic fortie s. A life educated by living as a nomad on the streets since the ripe age of twelve. Teenage years wasted by federal incarceration’s subduing me till my mid twenties. Release plunging me into a decade long continuous quest to consume as much alcohol and use as many hard drugs as possible. In my twisted perception of your manmade reality I would jokingly jest that, “The more drugs and booze I consume the less there would be that may fall into the hands of youth”. I was doing a public service . My   first marriage was to my boss’s daught...