Why don’t I write to newspaper anymore?

Bob is a long time acquaintance from our former glory days of youth. We have known and wizened ourselves from the school of Hard Knocks n Bumps, our diplomas of merit are near??. He looks like a professor of  Diplomas etuis’ Emeritus quo sancta humanae and speaks as such..

*recently Bob had some medical issues which has taken his ability to speak and that is so sad indeed. 

My Friend Bob asked me one day why don’t I write to paper anymore. Bob, I, said, its like this, there is so much to write about that the local paper scarcely does its job as it is. For me to write them and criticize or inform them of the social injustices that be fall us would be over whelming. We both can articulate on anything from the idiots on council, the overpriced rec center, the wasted treatment plant, to the mundane.

But, you can’t write about it as the newspaper and the city hall siesta together and indeed make strange bed fellows and that’s is all that I am going to say, unless asked for further opinions. The audacious squeaks that emit when THEY walk are not from their shoes.(in my humble opinion).

That’s why THEY have to censor most of the news that is local to us readers. THEY in fact don’t care about too much what happens in the community as long as its big news. For example the” exclusion of the Lord’s Pray at council meetings”, maybe. To me that should have had more coverage than it did.

You can blame the people that don’t care as long as THEIR right to know what is going on is expressed in a clear and transparent manner. What bullshit, the government of the day can’t do that and we the little people demand this of our city bureaucrats. Hey-now, social equality lives.!, so it does.

(their are numerous idiot’s on council, but one female in particular which is anti-creed),thought it was “exclusive” of certain peoples rights to say a opening prayer. Well, THESE people didn’t care one way or the other, THEY never mentioned it. Having nothing more intelligent to do with THEIR time, THEY decided to jump on the “spiritual” bandwagon and make a commotion.(two of a kind spells danger.)

 I offer no apology towards this person because she is just doing her job and I am doing mine, madam, you are an idiot, the best I have ever seen. You are a “LULU”.  Your justification for intelligence escapes me. Bullshit will baffle brains and common sense, when applied in a substantial portion of deceitfulness.

There was so much to do about this that even writing and asking to reconsider was considered as an act of defiance, I just want the prayer to be said as usual and THOSE whom are insulted can leave and return when it’s over. Hell, if you went to THOSE other spiritual places do you think THEY quit saying their prayers because you all were “exclusive” , hell no,!! either like it or get outta the mosque.

Well, you know the results,  the idiots have caved in, to the other idiots all in the name of being political correct, bullshit again. And if you dare raise this subject, all the prime and proper, get pissed.

Folks, my mother-in-law, Summed this best “its all going to hell in a hand basket”. All the people that made this country what it is, must be turning in their graves, because of  so called intelligent people. The reason you were elected to office is, a better chance of us , to “tar n feather” if you did a piss poor job.

Did I mention that I wasn’t from here.!!?  This is why Bob, I don’t write to the paper.!!, THEY, can’t print this. This is too, exclusive.!! As I am only picking on one or two idiots, better I slander the whole council and make it worth my while, maybe fresh fodder for the newspaper.

Your friend in your debt, lets us pray,

Bruce

"May the idiots we entrusted power to, may they see the errors of their ways and when it comes to elect them again, I won’t" . Amen.

 And no, folks,  I am not a red necked bigot, in case you were wondering, and I did mention that I wasn’t from here. And to close, if this has offended anyone, if any of you (aka THEY) resemble the said subjects of my rant, I am apologetic, the truth bites just as sure as a junkyard dog at midnight.

Good nite Bob, say hi to Bill.

I found a old picture from public school

Hi Joe;

I found a old picture from public school and as I was looking at all those kids in their final year of care free living as a kid and taking a step into their own future, my mind began to turn and generate all kinds of scenarios that they could have chosen or befallen them in the next 50 years.

Of course I am in this picture as well and you know I feel like an ageless wizard,  that as I  look at these faces I see their life’s flash before my eyes. I know everything about them, all the joys, the achievements, the sadness and in some cases some of them pass before their time as their faces fade away from view while others remain.

 I get this theory from my life as it has unfolded and developed and so using this same analogy I presume they had similar paths.

 As I gaze at all these fresh young faces I wonder,

 maybe you have been thru a lot ,

and now some of you have your grandchildren in your custody.

 You are separated from your spouse,

You are remarried and a new set of kids,

Your spouse is still your best friend,

You and your spouse lead separate lives,my money,your money,

You are living alone, happy about,

You are living alone and not happy,

You are living in group home,

you are living with your kids,

your kids and their kids are living with you,(because you need each other),

 you are living with your parents and caring for them,

your parents are living and caring for you, (happens), of course,

 you are candidate for a nursing home,

you are on welfare or supported income,

you have a winter home and go there for 6 months ,

you haven’t retired, you work at a fast food place,

you are retired and own half of your home town,

you drive a exclusive SUV its new,its black,

or you drive a heap, its older and rusting,

or you don’t own a car, you lost your license, 

your kids don’t care about you and you don’t care a shit about them,

 your best friend is the pet cat or dog,

you love your grandchildren, no conditions,

you are glad to be alive and still able face each day with a smile

 what you did all night, takes all night to do and in your dreams,.

you will drink a glass of wine and enjoy it for its character, at any time..

 You enjoy watching the BBQ shows on YouTube ,……well, ??

You are glad about all lot of things, especially, that you can write this to share.

Thanks, call you later,

Happy or what ??

WHY WEAR A POPPY?

Its been passed to me from friends and I want to share this with you all. Thank you. We all have somebody that is was or still is soldier. WHY WEAR A POPPY? "Please wear a poppy", the lady said, And held one forth, but I shook my head Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there, And her face was old and lined with care; "But beneath the scars the years had made There remained a smile that refused to fade. A boy came whistling down the street, Bouncing along on carefree feet. "His smile was full of joy and fun, "Lady" said he, "may I have one?" When she pinned it on, he turned to say: "Why do we wear a poppy to-day ?" "The lady smiled in her wistful way, And answered: "This is Remembrance Day, "And the poppy there is a symbol for The gallant men who died in the war. " "And because they did, you and I are free; That's why we wear a poppy you see. I had a boy about your size, With golden hair and big blue eyes. "He loved to play and jump and shout, Free as a bird, he would race about . As the years went by, he learned and grew, And became a man - as you will too. " "He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile, But he'd seemed with us such a little while When war broke out and he went away. I still remember his face that day. "When he smiled at me and said good-bye. 'I'll be back soon, Mum, so please don't cry.'  But the war went on and he had to stay And all l could do was wait and pray. "His letters told us of the awful fight ,(I can see it in my dreams at night), With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire, And the mines and the bullets, the bombs and the fire." "That sure did sound like an awful fight, But your son - did he come back alright?" A tear rolled down each faded cheek; She shook her head but didn't speak . "I slunk away in a sort of shame, And if you were with me, you'd have done the same; For our thanks, in giving is aft delayed, Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid ! "And so, when we see a poppy worn, Let us reflect on the burden borne By those who gave their very all When asked to answer their country's call That we at home in peace might live. Then wear a poppy ! - and give ! Please wear a poppy, it says: “Well done.” Why Wear A Poppy by Don Crawford Handwritten in pencil, and on two sheets of foolscap, Don Crawford turned this poem in to the, The Perth Courier one morning in the early 1960s, where it first saw print a few days later.  For the next several years, and by means unknown, “Why Wear A Poppy” appeared in nearly every weekly newspaper and magazine, including LEGION, in Canada at Remembrance time, as well as foreign publications like Australia’s Anzac Appeal and Scotland’s Claymore magazine, copies of the same being sent to him.  Some years ago, Dominion Command of The Royal Canadian Legion, produced it on slides and tape for television and radio. Schools have used it extensively for their Remembrance programs. Donald J. Crawford died in hospital at Perth on Saturday, October 7, 2000.     They gave,so we could have.!  

I think this could work!!. Patriotic Retirement Plan

Dear Mr. Harper,

Please find below our suggestion for fixing Canada 's economy.

Instead of giving billions of dollars to banks that will squander the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the following plan.

You can call it the Patriotic Retirement Plan:
There are about 10 million people over 50 in the work force.                               
Pay them 1 million dollars each severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:

1) They MUST retire.
Ten million job openings - unemployment fixed

2) They MUST buy a new car.
Ten million cars ordered - Car Industry fixed

3) They MUST either buy a house or pay off their mortgage -
Housing Crisis fixed

4) They MUST send their kids to school/college/university -
Crime rate fixed??, thats a stretch.!!

5) They MUST buy $50 WORTH of alcohol/tobacco a week .....
And there's your money back in duty/tax etc

It can't get any easier than that!

P.S. If more money is needed, have all members of parliament pay back their falsely claimed expenses and second home allowances

If you think this would work, please forward to everyone you know.

Also..
How about putting the very elderly pensioners in jail and the criminals in a nursing home..
That way the pensioners would have access to showers, hobbies and walks. They'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment, wheel chairs etc and they'd receive money instead of paying it out.

They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly, if they fell, or needed assistance.

Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.

A guard would check on them every 20 minutes and bring their meals and snacks to their cell.

They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.

They would have access to a library, weight room, spiritual counseling, pool and education.

Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, PJ's and legal aid would be free, on request.

Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens.

Each senior could have a PC, a TV, radio and daily phone calls.

There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct that would be strictly adhered to.

The criminals would get cold food, be left all alone and unsupervised. Lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week. Live in a tiny room and pay $300.00 per week and with little hope of ever getting out.

More points of contention: [Think about this...]

COWS:

Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that during the mad cow epidemic our government could track a single cow, born in Alberta years ago, right to the stall where she slept in the barn?

And, they even tracked her calves to their stalls. But they are unable to locate 125,000 illegal immigrants wandering around our country. Maybe we should give each of them a cow.
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Christmas 2012 -- Birth of a New Tradition

Dear Joe;
I got this as a e-mail and I want to share with you and everybody else.

As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Canadians with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods --   merchandise that has been produced at the expense of Canadian labor. This year will be different. This year Canadians will give the gift of genuine concern for other Canadians. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by Canadians hands.

Yes there is!

It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper? Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local Canadian hair salon or barber?

Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.

Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, Canadian owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates. Don’t forget the Health Food store, it has more ways for you get better if you wish.

Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the dollars on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.

There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Canadian with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the Canadian working guy? Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.

My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running. OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.

Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre. Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.

Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of lights, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.

You see, Christmas is no longer about draining Canadian pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about us, encouraging Canadian small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Canadians, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine.

Forward this to everyone on your mailing list -- post it to discussion groups -- throw up a post on Craig list in the Rants and Raves section in your city -- send it to the editor of your local paper and radio stations, and TV news departments. This is a revolution of caring about each other, and isn't that what Christmas is about?

BUY CANADIAN - BE CANADIAN - The job you save might be your own.

Sounds like an old fashion Christmas from yesterday.!!

We are doing for him,them,our future.

A note about Nothing.

Dear Joe:

Thank you for your letter and I am glad your back is getting mended. I bet your misses is also relieved that you aren’t as affectionate as usual, so it’s a good thing, every body gets a break. But, you need to keep the back stretched just like at work, over backwards and ankles behind your ears.

Some of the Family are going on a road trip to Needles in California and will travel for 5 to 6 days ,taking their time to warm up. I can’t bear to hear them talk about it, so my misses fills me in with the details.

My woman can be a reporter, she is so vivid in her descriptions, its makes your mouth water listening to the stories. And soon I can picture my self behind the wheel trucking down the road. I, rather it be a motorcycle for a while until it rains, any ways.

Her brother from the “Big Smoke” has convinced us to go and visit them for a week down there and defrost. My wife don’t need to be asked twice and we are all booked to travel down in March.

So, I will going there to defrost and get some rest, I hope I can and just recharge myself and then party for a while as well. I am good to go with the right crowd and I hope this is a good time for my misses whom needs it as well.

Sometimes when I repair things and I hit my fingers or cut them or scratch them, I swear as well. That is ok if the wee guys are not within ear shot and hear you. True to their image they repeat word for word just like a parrot. And this brings up the question from the wife, why do you swear?.

There are several reasons and depends on the circumstances that makes this usage of the verbs possible.  The kids are taking plurals and pronouns, maybe this may qualify as a teaching aid??. I think swear words have no septic gender or English definitive phrase, so they are a stand alone composition.

Lets, be serious we all swear and for no other reason, other than we are unable to find an automatic response that is political correct and inclusive, like the city councilors and the Lords Prayer. And suitable for children, NOT,. Happening.

Besides my wife knows the answer and feels like pushing my buttons and like a junk yard dog, I go for it.

A long time ago when the fore fathers were roaming the earth looking for paradise and they were lost, first set of swear words emulated from here. ”where in the hell are we”? ,most certainly to the point.

This is now repeated every year at different times and they are called, Family Vacations”. And I am sure when repairs had to made to stature of the Ark and its descendants, a set of words were also used. They were to comment on the situation at hand not so much as instructions but frustrations with a project going poorly.

These words were of encouragement to warn people to stay away or risk a thumping or a verbal barrage of insults to show not so much love or dislike but again with the shit happening, what are you going to say,” the Lords Prayer.?., it would have been better is my wife’s response.

At this point I am ready to go back to the problem at hand and I will remember to cuss under my breath while I am singing , “we are the champions”, also under my breath, with so much breath holding, sewer words will have no place at this time. In my opinion they have to be blasted out at 90 decibel’s.

It releases the tension on the problem and it’s a good time to stop have a beer and think this thru again and come up with an alternative solutions or say screw it and come back later. After all, if its worth doing, its worth doing right.!

But will it make things go any better, stay tuned and I will let you know in my next letter to Joe.