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Gord Downie and a Canadian Legacy – October 18, 2017

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My first show with the Tragically Hip.

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.

The Hip came into my life as it started making sense; nevermind the pinball-state thereafter, but they were there, too. The Tragically Hip defined my youth more so than Nirvana and the grunge era ever did. The Hip were at the top of the playlist to the parties of my youth. Continue reading Gord Downie and a Canadian Legacy – October 18, 2017

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Hatred is the Weakest Stance – August 13, 2017

4-768x768I 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

Cele-protesting Pseudo-Legalization – 420 @ Sunset Park

May 2, 2017

IMG_0338Like 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.

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On Racism – November 18, 2016

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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

Blinders and Distractions – September 22, 2014

nature02Ultimately, I want to save the world, but who doesn’t? The bewildering array of problems that need fixing would make Gandhi throwing up his arms in disgust. Where does one begin? In the early 2000s, my initial focus took on global warming as it was called in a lost age. Now monikered climate change, a more all-embracing expression, it looms over us like a snake on a hypnotized hamster.

What are we to do? Distract ourselves with some talent shows and YouTube videos? My studies indicate that this is the main source of our psychic problem. This instrument infests the mind with commercial drivel, surrounds us with archaic Madison Avenue graffiti, and wears down our sense of self-worth with unobtainable values. This blend brews a whole lot of discontent, making these people targets to even more invasive material.

How does this relate to climate change? Consumerism. The amount of energy that we waste, namely petroleum, to buy items with tyrannosaurus-sized carbon footprints that are designed to break down or go out of style in a month or two is choking us out. I’m talking about pollution. Not only in the waste which we toss into the landfill, but the resources required to gather and process the materials. Followed by the most-likely overseas transport before trucking it inland, the tally refuses to end. All of it is driven by the commercial detritus that leads us to forsake our character for our appearance.

There’s a purpose to all this. The economy must grow no matter what stands in its way, behaving much like a tumor. The rules are written so that every incorporated industry must grow larger every year. If not, they are fined because pissing off the investors is a no-no. How does it grow? By decreasing the consumer’s willpower, tickling their emotions, and instilling a sense of ‘MUST HAVE.’ This is where the corporate heads turn to Mr./Ms. Madison Ave to create the right lure to pull in the greatest amount of fish. While this once was the basic television commercial, they now have more covert methods to delivering their virus.

Commercial culture has ransacked our values, having us believe that we need to be driving near-illegal sport cars and wearing jewellery that could budget a small village’s needs for a year. The need for bling erodes not only our values, but our bank accounts. Now let’s be clear. Our money is our lifeblood, what we toil our time and lives over. In olden days, our earnings were meant to reflect our legacy. Something to pass on to the children. Now we have let our cars, accessories, and property define us. Are we seeing the problem here?

We’re ensnared in a trap, and it does all it can to keep us from reaching fulfillment. Have you ever felt buyer’s regret? You get home and within a couple of hours or days you’re feeling like maybe it wasn’t the best idea. Then something better comes up and we pounce on it like it was something precious.

In this age of self-gratification, where is there room for community? You know, taking part in activities that are outside of your circle of close associations? There are parts of the world out there that require your participation. The world isn’t going to run itself.

What if, when people thought of you, images of something you’ve done and stood up for come to mind rather than what model of car you have? Half of us can’t be bothered to vote. When’s the last time you volunteered? Offered help? Even something as simple as making someone smile can make a difference.? I’ll let you in on a secret: The more you put into it, the more you get out of it.

As I dug deeper into the marketing operations, I found that they were targeting our kids and building up a ‘pester power’ for everything from toys up to vehicles. They corralled in psychologists to determine the best way to push the ‘consumer’ button, and the economy blossomed like a nuclear mushroom cloud. The effects were quite similar.

To make all the consumables, resources must be dug up from somewhere. To put those things together and sell so cheaply, the labor must be even cheaper. Their ‘cost-effective’ manufacturing is often environmentally frowned upon in ‘developed’ countries, but ‘developing’ countries are more than willing to take part in the corporate plunder. Oddly, this is also happening in Canada, and we’re ‘developed’.

While these practices take their toll on the environment, the effects ripple to consequences on our health. We have particulates in our air and water, and chemicals subtly destroying the life below our feet. When these end up on our bodies, either through direct exposure or in our food, the results are dismal. And that’s only from the produce.

Our meat and poultry live lives of misery to appease our palettes. Antibiotics have become a precautionary measure, becoming a part of the animal’s nutritious breakfast (lunch, and dinner.) They still get sick, and that spreads fast when you spend day-to-day shoulder-to-shoulder with your neighbour. The feed is literally garbage, and this practice extends to what we feed our pets. None is properly regulated. Our institutes have failed us.

All of these chemicals and drugs filter to our food, and there is no way to extract it before it sizzles on our grills. Add a side of chemically-drenched vegetables, smothered in chemical concoctions from a bottle. In between, we nibble on artificial colors, flavors and sweeteners that tax the body even further. What does this do to our minds? It’s not pretty.

There has been a movement towards limiting these chemical supplies in our food. I tried some of the improved formulas and they ruined my childhood. When I studied into where these amazing tastes came from, I gagged. Our minds may be saying strawberry, but the internal organs are saying WTF? Why would we have a problem with eating these items? It involves evolution. Our bodies were built up and nourished by natural foods, whereas these chemical additives began the invasion in the early 1900s, starting with refined sugar.

Coinciding with our chemical intake were rising disease statistics. Much of what sickens us comes from our body’s inability to properly synthesize what we eat. Some get stored, and some get excreted, but the whole time our body is confused by this alien entity.

When it gets stored in our bodies, it goes to the liver or fat cells, which itself should be harmless. All these chemicals have been proven safe in a human environment. The problems arise when these chemicals cross each other in the storage units. Chemicals have ways of reacting with each other, let alone that some metabolize into carcinogens when they first take a seat. From this, obesity and disease result.

We’ve been getting sicker from our food and medical miracles, aside from many other lifesaving technologies that have undoubtedly helped. Fortunately, another arm to this chemical culture has come to the rescue. For a price. For every illness, Big Pharma has a fix. They can control everything from our cholesterol to our thoughts. Have you ever wondered what got us to this place? Perhaps we’re taking better pre-emptive care of our vehicles than of our bodies. Why do we so devalue ourselves? Who feeds these standards into our minds?

A large part of the problem begins when those food chemicals scoot past the blood-brain barrier. That barrier’s in place to keep poison from entering our brain, yet our confused body has let some pass. As a worrying aside, other chemicals are out there wreaking havoc on our hormones, and they control almost all of the body’s processes. As for those renegade brain invaders, there are a whole slew of different chemical concoctions to soothe those mental ills. The overall understanding of how the brain operates is incomplete, but Big Pharma feels what they offer is…good enough? I questioned if they really wanted us to get well.

The financial reality told me no. To truly cure the patient is to put a bullet to the head of the consumer. If sales ended because the cure was no longer needed, the whole system would crash. So, what about the institutions that are supposed to be protecting us? These government-funded agencies are like beaver dams trying to stop a glacier.

They were put in place to stop the snake-oil salesmen. They successfully kept their reign on the drug industry. Then the profit motive stepped in. Soon there weren’t enough funds to oversee the thousands of chemicals produced each year. The tables soon turned, and funds were needed from the developers; a fee that soon became the agency’s budget. When you become reliant on your funders, you tend to let certain rules bend. All of this done to the appeasement of the almighty stock holders. Now we have puppet regulations, put together in cooperation with the industries. These rules are supposed to protect the public’s health and well-being, yet the profit motive conflicts with this ideology.

These same industries make billions of dollars by making us sick and then treating us for it. The only time the public becomes aware of a problem is when the media issues a recall. Food tampering, explosive motors, and food-borne bacteria make for painful headlines. Deadly drug side effects, even worse. Sometimes.

Before the public is acknowledged, the accused is obscured behind some public relations fluff, softening the blow to the industry. This fluff is then provided for free to the media, and they swallow it up and spit it back at the public in an either light-hearted or panic-inducing way. The number of deaths matter. Panic is really a big part of the media backbone.

Fear creates doubt, it perpetuates a false sense of urgency, it makes us tuck our heads in our shells, it focuses our hopes on the storm blowing over. There is no plan on what to do after the storm passes. Fear prevents us from taking part in the real world, as our personal hopes for our world are constantly placed in jeopardy and require our constant surveillance. Fear prevents us from stepping beyond our self-contained world, from reaching out and giving what we have as gifts. Rather, we take and hoard our possessions, ‘the meaning of me’, and cage it up in case someone comes and takes it. Call it another symptom of consumerism, I call it paranoid narcissism.

Sorry, that’s getting bitter. What I’m getting at is that this isn’t us. This isn’t the behaviour of a superior civilization. I started off talking about saving the world and climate change. Somehow I’ve gone into the psychological effects of commercialism. How to reconcile this? To start, climate change is the resulting accumulation of each and every one of our actions, and there are seven-plus billion of us inhabiting this planet.

We are wasteful. A light left on by one is hardly considered a waste, but when one percent of seven billion do this, that’s still 70 million lights left burning. And how likely is it that only one percent has this habit? Granted, not all seven billion have electricity and that’s not a good thing either. How grateful should we be for this electric culture we’re in? Sadly, it is nothing more than background noise; a part of modern life. These engrained habits, this loss of wonder, has left us in a state of hyperstimulated burnout. It’s no wonder so many of us flock to the flatscreen. We need the distraction.

I guess what I’m saying is that it’s not your fault. The food’s been playing tricks on your brain, the drugs to treat that are adding icing to the glazed problem. And the media that we’ve been depending on is in cahoots with the industries that are poisoning us. It’s a tough prison to break free from. You may notice I didn’t speak about politics. I hoped to keep this brief.

So how do I save a world in such dire straits? For one, I stay open to chance meetings out in the real world. I went out and started a group called Community Minds. It didn’t accomplish much, but I haven’t counted it out. Everything’s a process for me.

That’s the second part: Always be open to whatever’s presented to you. Within limits, of course. I’m not talking about anything extreme, but of those moments that peak your curiousity. If your first thought is, I haven’t don’t that before, then try it. On the other end of the spectrum, when you’re worried about something that might be, ask yourself: Is there anything I can do about it right now? If yes, do something. If no, drop it for the time. Don’t waste your energy.

I suppose if I wanted to save the world, I’d would get everyone to eat better. Take back your health. Treat your body with the same reverence you do your car engine. You don’t wait for it to break down before taking it in to the garage. We get tune-ups and oil changes. Our bodies are no different. Clear out the toxins, go on a fast food fast. Drop processed foods from your menu and see if it makes a difference. I’m not saying go cold turkey, because I sure didn’t. But I don’t eat junk food like I used to and I feel great.

So turn off the computer, go outside and find someone to have a conversation with. Help mow someone’s lawn, move furniture. Be a Boy (or Girl) Scout. Eat right. Read good books. Gaze at nature’s beauty. Regain a sense of wonder and the bling will lose its appeal. Life is too short to worry about the future or fret about the past when there’s so much change going on around you. Expose your spirit through the vehicle you’re given, connect with others and build that network of change. Perhaps someday it will intersect with mine.

Democracy Needs Tending More Than Once Every Four Years

activism04Society rests comfortably on its democracy, or level of it. Once it was a shield against tyranny, now a muffler of the people, blinders to the necessity of change. It is the liar and propagandist saying that we, as a society, are at our best and need do no more. While sensible in a bureaucratic world, it’s insane in an organic one. The law of Nature surpasses the law of man, and Nature’s laws are malleable and change with the circumstance; if not, the typical sentence is extinction.

Politics provides a good depiction of progress reversed. Its actions regurgitate past plans that failed to produce. Some might call this insanity, others as a loop of lacking imagination. I see it as a distraction, a cup-and-ball trick keeping us occupied while the accomplices steal our rights and highjack our land. Until I see evidence, democracy hardly exists.

Man-made laws take the tack of bureaucracy, hiding behind barricades of red tape making the whole system tough to change. The civilization that is superimposed over the organic world is warping and distorting like microwaved Saran wrap. The theory of straight-forward laws, when applied to this film, becomes unmanageable and doesn’t seem to fit the environment. When we fail to adjust, a greater-than-the sum-of-its-parts problem results and the repair is costly. It’s like having a plumber change your faucets and ending up with a flooded basement. This is our government.

So that’s where we stand as of now. Our economic, political and social institutions are failing to adhere to the surrounding reality, and the ‘power’ of the people has been ceded these deformed creations. The system meant to empower us against tyranny has taken a Bizarro twist and reversed the flow of power. Big business takes precedent, little guy takes the hit.

Is there a solution? Yes. Can we rely on the political and economic powers to make the change? No. The system works for them and they see nothing that needs changing. This requires a do-it-yourself approach with a ‘do-it-for-all’ mentality. This means your personal lives must be put aside for us to focus on the greater good. It is here that action overpowers the word, where the me is subsumed by the we, where the community overtakes the mind.

It’s true that we must be the change we seek. We affect the economy with where we choose to shop and what to buy. We affect community in how we treat both those who we know and those we don’t, accepting whatever differences there are. We affect politics by our level of participation, by the pressure we exert and the demands we make of our representatives.

What we take as ‘acceptable’ must be beneficial to the greater good. However, our tweets, posts and reactions indicate that we are far in the territory of ‘unacceptable.’ We must veer off in a new, unknown direction for our society to blossom. Democracy is more than a comfortable blanket, it is a vulnerable shield requiring upkeep by its citizens. It is the backbone of civilization and it needs your help now.

Through the Cracks – Chapter Six

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After the night out with Big Bertha, Garnette cleaned up her act. She started going to church and attending her Narcotics Anonymous (NA) meetings again. I started to see the return of the balanced Garnette. As before, she could brighten up a room with her lively chatter and quick wit. We were happy. Continue reading Through the Cracks – Chapter Six

Through the Cracks – Epilogue

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She Talks To Angels – The Black Crowes

She never mentions the word addiction
in certain company
yes, she’ll tell you she’s an orphan
after you meet her family

she paints her eyes as black as night now
pulls those shades down tight
yeah she gives a smile when the pain comes
the pain gonna make everything alright

says she talks to angels
they call her out by her name
oh yeah, she talks to angels
says they call her out by her name

she keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
she wears a cross around her neck
yes the hair is from a little boy
and the cross is someone she has not met
not yet

says they all know her name

she don’t know no lover
none that I ever see
yet to her that ain’t nothing
but to me it means, means everything

she paints her eyes as black as night now
she pulls those shades down tight
oh yeah, there’s a smile when the pain comes
the pain gonna make everything alright, all right

 

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Misjudgment of Policy – June 20, 2009

Trusting the policies to cure society’s ills is like letting your doctor’s prescription pad heal your ailment. Our leaders would rather blame our shortfalls on the declining economy than accept the responsibility for creating policies that drive society towards a brick wall. The only vehicle that sustains us is getting trash by the joy-riding corporate hooligans. Our planet’s life-providing gifts are being nudged aside for the productive efficiency that feeds our consumptive happiness.

We are filters to the economic flow; a consumer’s identity is a mere cog in the economic machine. Income and debt drive the forces of our lives. Our forefathers fought and died for our credit-driven lives, and, for this, indigenous cultures were assimilated or destroyed. Freedom and choice are more dependent on a person’s economic status than on their rights; the justice system is living proof.

Rather than fight to retain a free society, we let our economic and political systems dictate our life’s purpose. The recent economic meltdown left those with no family or friends left to depend on to sink into lives of further deprivation and struggle. The needy victims lost even more ground in the crash than those with cushioning to fall back on.

This desperation is bred into the lives of impoverished children and, likely falling into homeless drug addiction, contributes to the ongoing underground activity. On the street, the homeless receive feigned smiles and endless excuses for not having spare change. We claim no blame that they chose to be stranded on the streets.  Only when we become the victim to the crimes of the deprived do we get angry at the symptoms of a failing society. This reaction distracts us from seeking out the cause.

Society boils into an uproar to cuts in health care and education, yet remains warily silent to similar cuts in social services and mental health care. We hope these won’t affect us. Our failure to acknowledge each other on the streets breeds the inequalities. Our idleness is partial to blame for society’s ills. We remain comfortable believing that our leaders will repair our society. We are defined by society, when we should be steering the way towards how we wish to live.

How can we lay claim to society’s highlights without accepting blame for its shortfalls? Citizen-driven innovation shifts society. It establishes procedure and realizes a need, as it did with post-World War II production, as well as desegregation, and women’s rights. Once in place, government stepped in and made these shifts into policy. As a community, we must define the priorities, and repair the social rift that is hinders our true progress. It is the action, not the policy, that determines our direction.