My mind was reeling all morning upon its initial reading that Gord Downie succumbed to brain cancer. Canada mourns, and with the silence come forth endless memorable riffs. Goodbyes are never easy, and this one was tougher than most others. I’m not prepared, but if I have to.
I suppose anyone who speaks out in public can be an activist. Many make me proud, having taken the time and energy to earnestly understand their passion, and then wanting to educate the public on the new knowledge. Many are successful.
Not all ideas, however, are created equal. With success, the idea goes viral, possibly leading us towards a new norm. If it is but a weak fad, it disappears and we step back to the status quo.
When people stand up behind bad ideas, are they still activists? I’m talking about the alt-right terrorist who plowed his vehicle through an anti-racism march in Charlottesville, Virginia on August 12th, killing 32-year-old Heather Heyer. These neo-Nazis with tiki torches are cultural terrorists, fighting tooth and nail to maintain their race-based hatred. Continue reading Hatred is the Weakest Stance – August 13, 2017→
Like all marathons, my day started too early. Brynn and I drove out of Kelowna at around six AM. We picked up a misinformed temporary passenger before dropping him back off. Hope of a smooth ride was lost as we hit the Connector to find three inches of snow growing on the road. Traffic slowed to a single lane crawl at a magnificent 30 kilometres per hour.
Chris Cornell died today, and I didn’t know what to write. Why did it hit me so hard? His was one of the voices to break free of the synth-laden 80s music that still haunts me. His music reintroduced me to appreciation of lyrical loudness. His scream was an amazing addition to the instrumental ensemble that was Soundgarden. Continue reading Black Days Indeed – May 18, 2017→
We all know the story of Weed, AKA cannabis, marijuana, pot, the assassin of youth. In truth, that assassin is adulthood and definitely not to be confused as maturity. Her story is woven with lies, deception and conspiracy. Weed, unbeknownst to most, is the victim.
Weed was once everyone’s friend, less a threat than healer. She thrived in religions and cultures for centuries until the ‘New World’ rebranded it as a vice, used by undesirables to create antisocial psychopaths. This was the rhetoric of capitalists who saw Weed as a competitor to creating their own antisocial psychopaths.
One must ask the law makers and backers, “Whose side are you on?” Each time a cop busts a compassion club, they hand power back to the underground economy. I don’t believe this is the effect they were aiming for. What does kicking in the door of compassion say about our laws and their views on medical care?
If life is a script, none of us want to be the bad guy. Our morals are our guidance for our behaviour. I suppose the morals of one culture are not the same as those for another culture. Misunderstanding and misinterpretations have built walls between communities, where the lack of questions and dialogue have widened the gap. Continue reading On Racism – November 18, 2016→
We live in an era of ‘take’, staking claim to what is mine and not yours. This mentality begins in our interpersonal relationships and extends to the biosphere supporting us. Society promotes a whole lotta take with very little to return. Mother Nature seems a little peeved about this exchange and is shutting down the tills. Continue reading An Industrial Evolution – July 26, 2016→
The door is closing. This was a threat from a random guy that wanted me involved in some moneymaking scheme or business opportunity. This was his lure. Truthfully, I merely want a roof over my head in a home with working utilities. I want time to pursue my life’s passion. I want to learn and create. Continue reading Peace Together – July 23, 2016→