Source: Port Saint John Reports Revenue Drop, Increase In Cargo
There are some things that are just wrong.!
There is no need for any type of debate about them.
There is no ‘on the other hand’ about them.[
There is no ‘two sides to everything’ about them
They are just wrong!
Clear cut forestry is one.
Cutting down old growth trees is another.
Kilometer-scooping fishing nets at sea is another.
The Oil Sands actually create Hell on Earth.
Poisoning the air is another.
Filling the oceans with plastic is another.
And, we’ll just leave alone what human beings do to other human beings
We are vicious and we are suicidel – a bad combunation.
But Biden – Blessed Be! – is stopping the destruction of “Alaska’s Arctic National Wildlife Refuge”
Which was instigated by he who must no longer be named.
This is a great way to begin June.
I have read that someone contemplating to write a Memoir is aiming at the End Time (my interpretation). I’ve pondered starting on my Memoirs for a few years (I wrote a sample about five years ago – describing how I got my first job). It was kinda fun to do, even if I didn’t come across as being particularly bright – which is how the fellow hiring me obviously felt. Still, it filled the year (and made some money) before I started university.
These days – of course – young folk of fame (even teen-agers) “write” memoirs and have a vast audience for the results. That’s what *fame* can get you. It can also get you over-the-hill at thirty. So far I have been spared.
But, the thing is, I don’t have a great interest in writing a chronological account of my existence. I seem to be more interested in clusters. For instance, I had a recent encounter with a friend of my youth, which made me think of barns. A barn did play an inadvertant part of this friendship. Which led me to think of other barns I have dealth with. I have a sense that dealing with barns in this day and age is not a commonplace. Yet I could tell you stories. Which is wat a memoir really it. A bunch of stories. Stories which I will do my best to keep true.
And I figure that if the stories entertain me, they will entertain a reader. I could be wrong about that, of course. You tell me – do you want stories about barns?
So – so far – I am embarking on barns. Recounting what happened there. What I lkearned. Why the incidents keep in my memory.
I can tell you one thing, though – keep away from chickens.
At least, that is what I was told in two (2) separate phone calls today. From a monotonic voice who berated me for falsly using my Social Insurance Number (yes, SIN), out there somewhere in this great land of ours.
They have been following me – oh, yes they have – and preparing a case to incase me in one of HM Prisons until the flesh rots off my body.
Unless
Unless I put my diseased finger on #1 on my phone to connect to an ‘operative’ who will lead me through a series of directions where, I will not only confirm my SIN number, but also provide any number of other pieces of information to prove who I am. The monotonic voice will not, of course, tell me what any of these deep Government directions will be. I have to press #1.
And – oddly – all this time the voice can not tell me what these directions are, it will also not answer any of my questions. It’s as if they couldn’t hear me. Unless I push #1.
And, it appeared, the second phone call was an exact replica of the first. At least the part I listened to.
But my door is locked and chained and my blinds are drawn. Well . . . not really. But you never know who is reading this.
{Brush up your weekend} Try this satsuma orange margarita recipe from PBS Food. Satsuma oranges are sweet and seedless, which creates a fragrant cocktail. . . . 4 fluid ounces Cointreu
Source: Satsuma Orange Margarita
In my novel, “Kafka In The Castle”, I fill in his missing diary entries. He might have not written on these days, but it is more generally believed he just desatroyed them. It is – actually – generally believed he destroyed 70% of all his writings.
However, for his birthday, I gave him an entry which ended with:
03 July 1917
In celebration of the day, I did not make it my last.
All this is to celebrate the NEW release of many of his letters and drawings and creative work, by the National Library of Israel They are no all online..
And I’ll drink to that!
Better the ghosts you know
Who have some interest in you
Know something about you
Some concern
Hopefully
Some kind intent
Than those ghosts
That are on the prowl
Looking for something
Looking for a fight
By giving you a fright.
~DE BA. UE
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