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MARCH IN JUNE

Well, it is June third. The Million Deplorable Canadians are beginning their (OUR) march on Parliament Hill and other locations across our once peacefully beautiful country. This march I feel will show how disgusted the Canadian people are with this so-called Liberal government. Civil unrest is growing across this nation. Our leader has caused much division and hate among us. AND THAT SADDENS AND WORRIES ME. Unfortunately, I am not in the position to attend the Ottawa march but I definitely will be heading to Queens Park. EVEN THOUGH OUR MAYOR IS SAYING WE WILL BE ARRESTED DUE TO THE LACK OF A PERMIT. Sad state of affairs and when you must pay the very people money to protest against their policies. Sad state of affairs when we are FORCED to protest in a democratic society. Sad state of affairs when Canadians are at such odds with each other. BUT, what concerns me the most is my FEAR that Canada may be led down the path of violent civil unrest. Possibly even civil wa...

Heavy Weighs The Hopeless Heart - I Need a Miracle

The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart. In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines,  to one of chaos,  hopelessness and fear. I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September,  I had then accumulated August,September and October's payment all at once. An impossibility considering my income.  And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son.   I have tried all the various resources to no avail.  I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension.  Too young to be old and too old to be young. Soon I must face the surgeon's scalpel.  Not once, but at the least twice.  A kidney removal and gall bladder.  I am not ...

Heavy Weighs The Hopeless Heart - I Need a Miracle

The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart. In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines,  to one of chaos,  hopelessness and fear. I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September,  I had then accumulated August,September and October's payment all at once. An impossibility considering my income.  And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son.   I have tried all the various resources to no avail.  I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension.  Too young to be old and too old to be young. Soon I must face the surgeon's scalpel.  Not once, but at the least twice.  A kidney removal and gall bladder.  I am not ...

PONDERING

Imagine if you thought today was actually tomorrow and then realized it was actually yesterday. Confusing pondering for sure. Such is my mindset when I gaze upon modern society. I am dumbfounded as to why the vast majority either sees not or chooses not to show concern. Whatever happened to love thy neighbour? Whatever became of lending a helping hand? Where has honour above all dispersed to? I look at the world we have created for my sons and I worry.  I worry that they will mature with the mindsets that violence happens, marriages are disposable and respect is a fable.  So, every night I drift into R.E.M. with a kaleidoscope of fears and anxieties dancing through the windmills of my mind. And I worry for my babies. I am frightened for what they may have to experience in their adulthood's because we, the priors, had no sensibility. Do you worry? Do you have the moxy to change what we have instilled into the id of our youth? Me thinks we best get ...

My own personal Hell from my own personal Jesus.

So, here we are, August 24th, 2015. What a mind fart! I have been "Walking with Dann" for nigh on fifty-seven plus years now. Walking with a limp, mumbling when I speak and laughing when I can. We all have our own demons lurking on the back streets of our minds. We have all done good and bad. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, mine was the latter. Often I have spoken about my darkside and I do so out of the pride of knowing that I AM ACCOUNTABLE for my actions. I hold the responsibility for that which I have done. Just as I hold the guilt for the pain I have caused. Do you wonder who it is I have harmed the most? My family, my children. It has not been easy for them to grow in life with one such as I as a father figure. The Hippie, the Biker, the Electrician, the Gangbanger and The LightHouse. I have been stabbed, shot, beaten, tortured, kidnapped, imprisoned and - the worst of all - allowed to die seven times and have to return. My own personal Hell...

LGBT Pride or Pride In General

LGBT Pride or Pride In General OK, here we go ........  Firstly, I am not homophobic. Secondly, I take pride in living a life that serves as a role model for others. It is getting to the point whereas I am almost convinced to stop watching my television.  For many months I watched and listened as City Hall spent more time trying to dethrone the Mayor, other then running our beautiful city. This media ruckus still continues, but, alas, like everyone else I have grown immune to it.  Now, God Bless those trustee's that had the courage to begin the discussion concerning the nudity at the Pride Parade. This is a topic that can be very volatile and biased.  Personally, I expect a lot of angry feedback from what I am about to author. I have lived on this planet for fifty-six and a half years, of which I have spent thirty-four of as a resident of Toronto. I have NEVER approved of the Pride Parade. Like our Mayor, I have never, nor shall I ever, attend such. No...

HELP!!!!

OK, I will try to say this with out sounding like a bigot ........ All over the news is this thing to make it ok for those of you who are illegally here in Toronto, (apparently there are 400,000) to go to shelters or food banks. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE???  Does the news tell everyone that if you are born and raised here and  receive Child Tax you cannot get help from the Salvation Army here in Scarborough? Do they ever show pictures of Canadian born children hungry??? Ontario is sliding so far down hill with its politics and catering to others that we are now a national joke. We will spend millions on gay pride, wastefully spend money studying why cement falls off the Gardiner Expressway - (which, as my 9 year old pointed out, is caused by gravity, that is what makes things fall, so there the mystery is solved). The money spent studying the poor could be better spent feeding the poor - AND I DO NOT MEAN THE POOR WHO ENTERED AND LIVE HERE ILLEGALLY. I MEAN THE POOR WHO...

Reminiscence

Reminiscence   – yes, do it! For within our past lays what is within our future.  We learn from our days gone by – be it good or not so good – life lessons for the wandering soul, the stay at home persona and the youth on the grow. You humans are flawed and this is a trait best served on the platter of knowledge with a side order of “Now I knows”. Who has not gained experience from hindsight? Who has not risen after falling into the murky waters of “Oops!” In my half century plus upon this Atomic Mother Earth, I have fallen, crashed & burned, swallowed the acrid waters of defeat, wallowed in the churning pools of success and danced within the jaws of Satan himself . Many an occasion have I believed my end had finally arrived, (as it did seven times), only to discover that although I danced in His jaws, I walked with The Original Hippie, or as you humans have named him, the Son of God.  I am not a ‘holy’ man by any means. I have a belief in The...

VOTING IS NOW OPEN

VOTING IS NOW OPEN >>>>>>>>> This is something I have been ten years in the making. It is a much needed resource that can only benefit our youth. PLEASE VOTE AND HAVE YOUR FRIENDS VOTE TOO. HELP US HELP OUR YOUTH!!!!!    WE NEED A MINIMUM OF 500 VOTES TO MAKE IT TO THE FINALS. SO WE WOULD BE SO GRATEFUL IF ALL OUR FRIENDS CAN GET ALL THEIR FRIENDS TO VOTE FOR US. REMEMBER ----- YOU CAN VOTE EVERYDAY FOR THE TWO WEEKS - STARTING ON NOVEMBER 12TH UNTIL NOVEMBER 26TH. I WILL SEND OUT REMINDERS ON MONDAY!!!! TO VOTE JUST CLICK THE YELLOW VOTE BUTTON AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE AND REGISTER WITH YOUR FACEBOOK ACCOUNT. I THANK YOU ALL FOR SUPPORTING THIS WONDERFUL CAUSE - WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!!!!! Namaste http://www.avivacommunityfund.org/ideas/acf16202  

YoungBloods

I find it so interesting to spend time with not only my only children, but the offspring of my friends also. Being over the half century mark in age, I have discovered that as much as young people can learn from my wisdom, I, too, can learn and GROW from their knowledge. Youth is the time of development whereas the human mindset is operating as a very expensive Apple Computer. Information is gobbled, chewed and processed at an incredible bitrate. Without the maturity and learned behaviors of us, the "Elders" of society, it would/is very easy for this information to get processed in a way that can destroy a young life. I hear many acquaintances utter that they cannot 'help' their child. Sometimes, they ask not for help, but rather an ear willing to hear their words. I take pride in carefully explaining the complexities of modern life to my sons. I teach them that every picture not only has a thousand words, but also a thousand interpretations. No one opinion is wr...