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

  Whatever happened to good old Canadian warm heartedness? One fifth of Canada’s population are Aboriginal.  Approximately 1.8 million. A figure that would have been much larger if we had not outright slaughtered the majority of them  when   we first invaded their homeland and decided that it was now OUR lands. Since we arrived we have systematically forced them onto reservations, forced them to hand over their children to be placed in horrific “Residential Schools ”  and   deprived   them of the basic needs and rights that they deserved . These torturous residential schools existed from the 1820’s until the closure of the last so-called “school” in 1996. Yes, you read that correctly – 1996. During the course of the school’s existence it is estimated that 150,000 Aboriginal children died at the hands of the clergymen, Nuns and diseases . To quote Wikipedia: “ The school system was created to isolate Indigenous children from the influence of  ...

  January 2019 This picture was taken five years ago. I had just begun a 33 week stay in Princess Margaret Cancer Center. The first of many stays. I looked so old. As the song says, “I was so much older then. I’m younger th an that now.” To think of all I have survived since then just blows my mind. Look at this next picture. Taken a few weeks after my spleen literally exploded. Causing me to bleed out, be resuscitated and spend yet another spell on life support  (yes, again! ) The battle was catching up to me. The two cancers, losing my gallbladder, my lymph nodes, my hearing, my teeth, the use of a kidney, a part of my bowel and the numerous other afflictions that challenged my will to survive tested me to my limits and beyond. Not to mention the abdominal abscess that led to my dropping out, being resuscitated, then being on life support (again!).  I had an enormous abscess growing within and it almost took my life. Thankfully, it began to surface at my gastrointestina...

They say I am tough, but yet, I feel so rough. This mask I wear has gotten me where? Like Kid rock says, “I’ve ate out of dumpsters and dined with Kings.” Like the clock shows, I have experienced many things. Yet, in sorrow I have walked my many roads. For the life I have lived was mostly alone. I am, therefore I think I have experienced pain and I have witnessed their sorrow. I hope that they can forgive me on the ‘morrow. For always in my heart I hold this sorrow. Perhaps I should have been born in a swamp. For an outlaw life seems what I want. I have buried my Mother and 98 friends. I wake each morning wondering, “WHEN?” FAMILY GANG-LIFE LIGHTHOUSE DANN VERNER SOCIETY THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT THE ORIGINAL URBAN VIKING VIOLENCE