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

9 years ago the artist,   Sergio Melveson, Erasolte Studio , “ Blessed ” me with being the canvass for his magical talents.  This tattoo is more than a mere graphic.  It is a visual display of my past life. For instance …. The two fish are my ex wives swimming againstthe currents of love.  The shipwreck definitely portrays my first two marriages.  There were no survivors.  The storm is my past life in general and my future path to walk. Everyday is cloudy till you come to The Light. The LightHouse not only shines “ Light ” on my premonition abilities,  but, also, is a phallic icon of my being a huge dick at times.  So,  I leave you readers with a historical masterpiece engraved upon a singular man.   Bless you Sergio – I am honoured to wear your ink.

As I was walking about today, I realized how Blessed I was to live in such a blended infusion of nature and human construction.  Y ou think Toronto, being one of the largest cities in the world, and your mind automatically conjures a landscape of concrete, steel and pavement. Fact being,  Toronto is a jungle of such.  Phallic towers reaching for the celestial beyond.  Endless paved paths to more paved paths.  Hoards of trained sheep dancing to the elitists drum. I do not live in the concrete jungle.  I reside in the forest.  Surrounded by massive fields of grasses.  Walking in the shadows of tall swaying trees. Watching rabbits run through the multi coloured valleys. I live in Toronto. A city where even a litter filled gully looks beautiful in it’s own way. A   city of trees and intrusive dwellings can be seen through the scratched graffiti of a bus window.  Where nature shields vehicles from the...

Desearía poder retroceder las manos del tiempo.  Ojalá nos hubiéramos visto antes de conocernos.  Ojalá hubiéramos compartido vida, amor y familia.  Pero mi mayor deseo es que mire a los ojos todos los días a medida que pasa mi vida. Un alma afortunada encuentra el amor de las maneras más inesperadas.  El Bendito: te encuentra a TI.

I'm emotional for a tough old dude.  And there is nothing wrong with that. Most men will openly laugh at humour, yet, hide in the shadows to shed tears towards painful or downtrodden events.  I love laughter.   More truthful to say I live for those few moments of euphoric spasms.  As a youth I was reprimanded constantly for being the ' class clown'.  As a teenager I was the one guy every party wanted. The ' Joker - the Midnight Toker'. As a young father I was the ' Happy Dad '.  ( For a child's smile made life worth living. ) As an elder man I still find humour in daily life. I am the type of person who ' Laughs at a funeral' .  For should we not celebrate ascension as we also celebrate life? But.......... I am also a person who sheds a tear at a song.  Cries openly at tragedy.  I shed tears daily for lost lives, ill friends and those deeply buried painful memories that invade us from time to time. I have...

Speaking with my dear cousin this morning and I have to share this part of our conversation so that all who know me will understand what I am THANKFUL  for….. “I started at the age of ten and the demons were winning for many years. Foster care,  jails, pain,sorrow and after Dorchester I finally found “ME”. I have never gone back to jail since my release in 1981 and the powers that be Blessed me with three sons and many other “sons and daughters” that wandered into my life from broken homes. I still have demons but I have learned to live with them. I can never undo the pains and sorrow I inflicted on my family and others. But, I can stand as a man and take responsibility and hopefully be a better man and role model for those who are in my life. I paid a high price for my actions.  Lost my childhood,  my teens and yet I hold my head high for I am Dann, just as I am.” And so it is that I am ……..

Well, humans, I made it!!! I am officially sixty Earth years aged.  Apparently,  most family and friends were and are amazed at my resilience and seven-fold cheats at Death. As I have known since a child I shall live to the age of one hundred and twelve Earth annual time slots. July 12, 2069 is when I ascend, hopefully.  Descend,  quite possibly.   It’s a Spiritual call.  My means of death will be something quite hilarious.   Old school cartoon parody – piano falling on me or maybe an anvil.  For life, as is death, is ironic. A jagged little pill. So, people,  smile, love, appreciate, take notice and pay forward to all within your realms. Life is life and Light is Light. Light up!!!! So sayeth the LightHouse Dann Verner on this, his 60th birthday,  October 5, 2017

I am con fused by all the confused people in this dawning of the Age of Confusion.  To comprehend what is happening in society these days is beyond my capabilities.  Society is confused and confusion is spreading like a plague.  We have the “ gender ” confused. I honestly do not get this one. You have a penis? You are ‘ male ‘ You have a vagina? BINGO, you are ‘ female ‘.  Born with both? You are a ‘ Hermaphrodite ‘. (There, problem solved.) ‘ Gender ‘ confusion is a term society is presently using to misconstrue ‘ sexual’  confusion. Teaching our ‘ maturity   underdeveloped ‘ youth that there is a complete alphabet of sexes is only adding to the stupidity of political correctness. ( Bring on the hate and anger. Regardless,  you know I am speaking truth.) Everyone is praying for a higher wage. I call this ‘ monetary’  confusion.  People think if we raise minimum wages and wages in general we will all have better ...

As I sat this beautiful day with my beautiful sister Chorkies, Miss Pringles and Miss Ruffles   Miss Pringles Miss Ruffles I reminisced about my personalities.   I am in no way saying I am schizophrenic.  (Although I  could very well be.) I am referring to the various ' me's '  we all have. The at work me. The retired me. The going shopping me. The friend me. The tough me. The gentle me. But, neither do I know the ' me' that you know as ' me'. I am - to me - all the 'me' I be. This is the 'ME' I see Yet, each new morning I start the quest to be a better me. I try to love for I want  love. I try to smile for I want a smile.  I give a hug for I want a hug. I tell a humorous tale for I want a humorous tale.  I try not to judge, but I have been judged.  I try not to hurt, but I have been hurt.  I try not to lie, but I have been told lies....

Professional Athletes Are NOT "Gods" ​Why do all you fracking idiots worship these idiotic   VERY OVERPAID   athletes?   How does disrespecting any nations flag or anthem help with racism????? These goofs are suffering from " God Syndrome " because the media and fans have placed them on golden pedestals ( literally ) and treat them as gods.  They are just fracking athletes.   Most as stupid as crap.  They are   NOT   policy makers or Gods.  Like I  have stated, " Merely very overpaid athletes" .  Nothing special about any of them. I  think doctors and nurses deserve to be paid and worshipped like you worship athletes.  It is why I absolutely refuse to watch or pay to watch any sport. Illiterate walking anus's making so much money they actually believe that we ' common ' people are their minions.  Do not ever expect me to give a care what their opinions are. DO EXPECT ME TO BE DISGUSTED WITH...