Get ready to go to the tire store.

You know what would prevent accidents in winter, people actually using their brains. That’s becoming a problem though. Why? Well idiots in government love to do the thinking for us. It doesn’t matter I can look at my all season radials which are fairly new (they came with the truck), and add a bit of weight to the back and slow down when I drive when its slippery or the visibility is damn near nil (why go out at all).

Instead we have the master puppeteer and one of his puppets wring their hands with glee thinking that forcing people to buy winter tires will better the world, even if it just saves one life (try to argue that), you can easily though just look around.

I have better things to spend the eight hundred or so it would cost me to put on a set of winter tires. I’d rather sink my money into some form of revolution, never mind saving one life, what about having the freedom to think for yourself ? Shouldn’t that be a staple when it comes to exclaiming you know how to live in the first place?

Not to a modern liberal. They don’t give a shit you have to think for your neighbor or you deserve any credit for being independent and self sufficient. Your reward is to be governed over like a child who is mentally challenged.

When are we going to wake up and silence the utter nonsense spouted from those so high oxygen isn’t getting to their brains?

Never mind all the “climate change” brought about by the manufacture of winter tires for the stupid people, but then again maybe we won’t have winter?

Driving Lessons

I’m a father truly blessed, two beautiful healthy daughters, that have always garnered praise from teachers for their good nature and ability to learn. It doesn’t always come easy to them. Reality has always been clear to them and they deal with everyday events and their challenges with their eyes wide open. Naïve hasn’t been an option I ever supported, but “some times what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you” comes in handy even if it lowers the IQ.

Today is my oldest daughters’ first driving lesson,shes been driving for little under a month and it hasn’t been going easy getting lessons from a nervous mother the last week or so. So far in her travels it’s been one missed stop sign (mom said straight thru) and a misplaced foot on the accelerator instead of the brake backing out of their shed, when mom nervous I’m sure (for a good reason) forgot to remind herself to gently give instructions. To my daughters credit she hit the brake after realizing her mistake and avoided hitting a eight hundred pound rock directly behind the opening to the shed. I’d be lying if I didn’t say events like this are the icing of life with a little time and hindsight added. It isn’t easy though listening to your daughter telling of her troubles and her concern for learning to be a good driver and actually worrying about killing someone. She’s also worn out from homework, worrying about peer tutoring in front of a class of 20 “applied kids”(her first time), all her projects, and a cousin that likes to get her digs in who has been driving for five months.

These are some of my daughter’s “battles”. Her first lesson is at one this afternoon, she’s as nervous as hell. And I have to drive my youngest daughter to horse lessons at the same time. It sucks seeing reality being gagged upon by your kids once in awhile but that’s what reality is at times, just picture a sea cucumber turning itself inside out. I don’t want my sixteen year old to walk over to her lesson alone worrying, and the best I can do is get in the passenger seat of my fairly new truck (pray to God) and take her for a drive for two hours before her lesson, drop her off and try to let my love and her good sense still her sweet soul, then speed off to horse lessons with the youngest and worry myself. Hoping the driving lesson will be a baptism by fire and another accomplishment for my daughters belt as she has so many already, but never good enough for her. But way more than a father could ever hope for.

Life is one big driving lesson, check your mirrors.

It's the little things in life

Happiness is waking up Sunday morning at 4 30am on the couch, making coffee opening the fridge and there in front of you is a carton of whipping cream left over from cooking.

Oh God……… a little fat tastes so good.

Thanks Big Guy.

Loss

I’ve come to see life is like playing the same lotto numbers every week, then finally winning big and you misplace your ticket. No wonder some of the elderly are so bent over, it’s from all the character building.

I've Been Tagged Continued

Well since Lisa has chimed in I guess I'll try dig up twelve more things you may not know about me. If I knew I had twelve more spaces to fill I wouldn't have skipped to year eighteen.

9. (Back in high school) This is going to be a long one. Mom and Dad where away one weekend, and Saturday while I was playing monopoly with Van Halen playing in the back ground with my sister and another friend my bad influences came for a visit. They wanted to go to the Petrolia Fair to see the Chicago Knockers a female mud wrestling team. Well being a shy virginal zit faced honor student at the time, that played the Tuba I was reluctant at first but peer pressure prevailed and by the time we reached the village limits I had a blue to my lips and we where doing seventy miles an hour.
I was in the backseat giddy and free when we met a cruiser.We where doing eighty by now. Being fast thinking country boys of course half empty bottles of beer where quickly tossed from the car, all of them that is except mine which bounced off the door post and pasted beer all over me and the side of the car ( a complete girly man mark out) . Well we eventually came to a stop and Duff (you knew the cops names back then) proceeded to call us fucking crazy at the top of his lungs and commanded us to breath on him. We all got underage drinking a fifty five dollar fine (we where seventeen) and the driver got a hundred and seventy five dollar fine for speeding .
Fifteen minutes later we where at the beer store restocking the claimed beer and twenty minutes later we where in Petrolia dreaming of mud covered women wrestling ( the closest thing to lesbians back then). Low and behold while we waited by the flatbed trailer that was the stage, the manager came up and asked us to spot the side so the girls didn't slide off. Cool we thought little did I know a memory was about to be made. Mid way thru the match this one Knocker came sliding over towards us, and just like lions within reach of an easy meal 5 sets of hands made sure she didn't fall, or an inch of her body was left untouched. The funniest part - the manager came over afterwards realizing his stupidity half smiling telling us the idea was to stop them from falling not to grope them. We still got tee shirts and a free feel.

10. One day I was out shooting with my younger cousin, his older brother and his cousin the older boys had the semi auto 22's and we came to a creek where a toy boat had come to rest. Well Wyatt Erp and John Wayne unloaded the magazines of both guns into the boat while we all forgot about the 22 bullets ability to ricochet. A thousand feet down stream bullets where whizzing through Max Fauld's trees and he was charging up the creek bed when we seen him and ran. My cousins uncle came and gave the older boys a dressing down. That was that and four boys learned from their mistakes.

11. I hated the girl next door she seemed like such a whiny thing, I actually prayed at night they would move. If you can remember the real meaty dinky toys they used to make- the big honking ones well one day one hit her right in the forehead after she came over to brag like whats her name from Little House On The Prairie. I swear she must have idolized her. Funny thing is I had to square dance with her for the village centennial in 76 out at the old band shell at the ballpark. We eventually laughed when we got older and I hope shes doing well.

Okay I will try and stick with high school and try to get further on with my life.

12. I was an honor student until grade eleven . School became so boring , and I took a bad spell with rejection I turned into a bad ass not mean but skipped a lot and drank a lot . I said hell with school and I've been working full time since I was sixteen (I don't recommend it or the drinking either).

13. Never left home until I was engaged at 23 bought a hundred acre farm off the father and law and I lived happily for ten years and had two girls. The ex wife wasn't so happy however and asked me to leave after we sold the farm for a pretty profit and built a new home complete with shed with only eighty grand of debt we where supposed to be laughing - we weren't . I don't blame her for being pissed and the relationship dying looking back I was the perfect husband kid wise and loving home I just forgot about my wife. I was way more stubborn then and thought it prudent you live with your mistakes. The girls watched me live fairly peaceful with that one while I made another.

14. Moved in with a sexy lady with two girls my kids age and tried to make a family. I had a girl that hadn't seen her dad since she was three say "I love you" one night before bed, and give me a hug. She never took her not having her dad there out on my kids and she always seemed to understand when things got crazy and rotten there and if the truth be told the only reason I tried and make it work was because of her. I thought of her as my daughter I had four girls in a way and most times it was beautiful but you can't be all for everyone and if you fall for a woman that never had the benefit of a dad either and a hard life you won't be loved for trying to be all the best you can (they just don't understand). Families like that take way more than love. The youngest girl I never had the chance to bond with -we never had our moment(she was a beauty though), and I haven't seen either of them since it all flew to hell five years ago . I learned then why families are so fucked in this country- divorce and horny people. That period of my life I would have to say is my lowest(not the GOOD moments) but letting so many hearts down, and I've kept the dark side year to myself that one you can find out over a beer or a scotch.

15. I had this one fella named Wally Schram that worked for me he was an ox, he'd lift things by himself because he could he was a hard worker, like his dad before him . He'd bleed for you never even being asked even while his dip shit wife watched while children services and the cops kicked him out of the house for trying to get control of their oldest girl a problem child(oh to add insult to injury he had to go to anger management classes as well). He eventually wore out a year or so ago, and I listened to my boss the owner of the company say Wally was stupid and never looked after himself. I wish Ayn Rand was there to beat my boss upside the head for never seeing a real sacrifice that was made right in front of him. Money makes some people brazen , bold , and really clueless when it comes to real life. Needless to say the kid that looks after dad now is the problem child - his oldest daughter. She was labeled slow guess she wasn't so stupid after all? Oh and to any of you social types that think good men need to be berated for trying to" beat" the excuses out of their kids(you help put there) I'll have to politely say FUCK YOU..... really!

16. I watched my oldest daughter offer to leave the tip today at breakfast for the first time. Gods leaving lots of prizes these days.

17. This is for you Allison. I met a cute little Irish girl two years ago now. It took me 39 years to find out what real love is and what kind of woman I needed. Trouble is trying to wait till the kids are out on their own to get married.

18. Okay back to age seven . Sorry life's peaceful and boring now. If your familiar with little village coffee shops you'll know they are the main hub when it comes to the gossip about everyone else's problems but their own. Ours doubled as a gas station with an air pump just outside the window. One day I had a flat tire, and walked uptown to pump it up, never doing it before I never paid much attention to the 38 or so pounds dialed in to the pump and proceeded to pump away.
Ding .Ding. Ding. Ding.... Ding....Ding........BANG !!!!!! "Needless to say pretty well deaf and party blinded from flying gravel I sneaked away best I could. I only hope one of the loud mouth gossipers shit themselves from the explosion.

19. One Saturday afternoon while watching the Bugs Bunny show, the smell of homemade stew drifting through the well kept house. Mom Tracie and I where waiting for dad to return from the hunt(he was late) , we heard the door open "hunny I'm home" and a frozen rabbit came sailing thru the hallway right across the span of the house hitting the wall in front of us. Hell then descended on dad. They just celebrated their 42 wedding anniversary. In that time Dad received one black eye and a split lip from mom while he was being molded into a good husband.

20. We lived beside some real Christians ( they religiously went to church) one day my sister picked up a worm, the neighbors kids said " don't hurt it its one of God's creatures". My sister replied "do you think he'll mind if I slap it up a bit." They where five . I guess that wasn't as bad as the one neighbor boy that peed in my sisters mouth they where four he was a little bastard and still is but a good guy and father. His mother was beside herself at the time (first example of a modern liberal I think) during coffee hour the other moms had a good laugh including mine.

Life goes on.

I've been tagged

Well looks like a rural lady has politely prodded me to actually type something here for a change. I wouldn't want to let her down. So I guess I have to list 8 things people may not know about me.

1. One day my alcoholic grandfather was babysitting me ( I know but here I' am), and some power on high sent me to his chair poopy diaper in hand, looking to him to solve my problem. The lord works in mysterious ways.

2. When I was eight my best friends older brother was threatening to beat him up and chased him into our house. Mom and dad where working so I chased him out of the house with an unloaded BB gun.

3. Heres one thats good for other peoples ego. I sucked my thumb sporadically until grade seven. One day we where having an assembly where a dental hygienist comes in and scares you into looking after your teeth. She showed the slide of a kids teeth that chronically sucked their thumb and the ugly results, Raymond (who later in life stabbed a man) said hey that's Scott the whole student body had a good laugh. I sucked it up continued to read Sci-fi on the bus....sucking my thumb for a couple more years. I've often thought if raising a complaint with the human rights commission and suing the school board would bring on my early retirement , after all I could fake a nervous tick.

4. I was president of the model rocket club in grade eight. We had a model rocket show where everyone launched the rockets they built,the whole school was outside watching . My one rocket had a glider that popped off when the ejection charge fired to deploy the chute. I put the glider on in a hurry not paying attention to the center of gravity. When it launched instead of roaring a thousand feet in the air it made it about a hundred feet up, and flew horizontal right over the crowd...... they clapped, I silently said thank you God and headed for the washroom.

5. There was this one incident in a corn field...... nah.

6. In high school I watched a friend walk up sobbing his soul out to a grieving mother at the graveside to try and say sorry for driving the car her son died in ...... she hugged him , and he showed us what having balls meant.

7. On the verge of eighteen went over to the dark side put my parents (family) through hell, not proud of it but never the less been there done that and thats that. Life goes on and you live with your stupidity.

8. As far as I know my biggest accomplishment will be my children there on their way to being women and thats fine.

Should have been twenty things I guess hey Leslie?

What do you get when you replace reality with BS?

We have a yearly health and safety meeting at our place of work each spring. They invite different guests each year give out awards and basically dot the I’s cross the tees when it comes to displaying due diligence if shit every hits the fan. It’s always on the most beautiful of spring days and it ends up being more sad than informative for me.

If there ever was an exercise on covering your ass our annual meeting along with thousands of others in the province of Ontario would be award worthy.

This year we discussed our harassment policy, certainly one should always be fair and just certainly being a foreman. Trouble is there are always truths to be told, faced and adhered to. Heavy construction doesn’t get done passing out roses, hugs , and political correct BS. Guys stand in mud,water and sometimes human shit up to their crotch and get stuff done. They don’t stand at the top of the trench and say ewww . The best jump in put a smile on their face and give it all they got. They swear , loose their temper, smile and tell it like it is. In a good man there is truth in almost everything he has to say even if he’s having a bad day and like that old dog your grand dad had on the farm ; gets a little snarly.

While I sat and listed to our safety rep massage our brains with our new harassment policy, no one got mad even though they know it’s a bunch of crap. All the men in that room who are the best workers never got hugs and admiration because they stood and watched someone else from the top of the trench. Their sweat and swear words stained the air and soil around every inch of road , every inch of sewer line, they have constructed . You haven’t seen an honest smile till you’ve seen a man smile covered in mud, cement dust, or human shit smile while earning your heartfelt respect.

They are men after all and so many before them worked so hard ,wore out and died without an harassment policy, the bureaucracy of safety, or a trail of paper saying they walked with righteousness and that their ass was now covered. I would imagine most of them would have said they lived a good but hard honest imperfect life.

That’s changing at light speed and now real men fill out reports, stay clean. Give out hugs before work and coddle those that can easily place their responsibility on others. Fueling the need for more safety regulations, safety inspectors, and instructors ;its becoming quite an industry, on the journey to a perfect world where no one ever gets hurt or dies, feels hurt or ever has a bad day,and if your a foreman you sure as hell don't rock any boats.

As I raised my hand in defiance of political correctness and asked sarcastically when our sensitivity training was starting I knew then it’s the beginning of the end. An adherence to an illusion has been fostered by government bureaucracies and we seem only to happy to follow. It has taken hold, and reality is no longer hostage it's about to have a bullet put in its head.


"A viler evil than to murder a man, is to sell him suicide as an act of virtue. A viler evil than to throw a man into a sacrificial furnace, is to demand that he leap in, of his own will, and that he build the furnace, besides."

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged. Part2, III
US (Russian-born) novelist (1905 - 1982)

Just Another Friggin Shame

Sixteen years ago working on a cleaning crew for a large turkey grower, I ran into a pleasant older man who worked on one of the farms. He was for the most part always smiling coming up to you and placing his hand on your shoulder striking up a jovial conversation, and showing genuine concern for who ever he was talking to. This too many wouldn’t be much of a feat, but Gupta lost his only child a daughter to boot in the Air India crash.

I remember the tone of his voice the day we where talking about it, most of the conversation is a vague memory, but I do remember him talking of his daughter, how sad his wife had become, and hearing how it was all hard for such a warm uplifting man to bear, not by his words but by how his tone of voice changed and the look on his face when he talked about the incident and the changes it brought to his life.

I was twenty four at the time and certainly felt for the man. Today forty years old and having two daughters of my own, and over time realizing that genuine inspirations that manifest themselves in the form of good men are such a rarity. I certainly hoped justice would be served or at least finally sought out by our government. Instead it has been stifled by a group of ragtag legends in their own minds, who deserve a righteous kick in the behind. Some it has to be said ,never showed up for the vote (they may or may not have a backbone) and one even had the decency to vote with others in favor of the legislation against his parties wishes staying true to what he believed.

If the current news is correct and legislation was struck down pandering to votes garnered at the recent liberal convention, we really need a set of gallows on parliament hill.

I’m no fan of the definition of terrorist combined with sweeping powers when it comes to determining whose suspect and their detention. However if it gets that bad that they have to collect disgruntled Canadians that are choking on values parroted by talking baby seals that Canadian socialists resemble, the government of the day will just think something up to make it seem on the up and up anyway.

We have sunk that far that a good men striving for integrity and selflessly projecting value onto the people they meet, even while they are under conditions of loss brought on by terrorism, can’t even be given even a genuine scrap containing some sort of closure let alone justice. Instead victims of terror are referred to as a side show.

If you find yourself asking what is happening to society, just look onto those in government that always pander to imaginary victims, and ignore the real victims too proud strong and free to raise a stink but sometimes they politely ask for some genuine concern. More times than not they are never really heard but purposely ignored along with common sense and doing the right thing.

Gupta deserved better, the time I spent with him where occasions of lightness and inspiration. I never thanked him for that I guess I was wishing the government finally would.

God only knows how brightly his daughter could have shined.

Here We Go Again

Ipperwash Documentary

"Wed Jan 17 2007 - A documentary on the history of Ipperwash Provincial Park is in the making. It's expected to be an hour-long "easy to follow" case study that focuses on how the park came to exist. The project that has touched a nerve of some neighbours is funded by slain native protestor Dudley George's brother Sam and lawyer Murray Klippenstein. Klippenstein says he has no intention to be provocative and just wanted to invited people to share their Ipperwash memories. The Ipperwash Inquiry report is expected to be released sometime next month."

Hmmmmmmm wonder what they are up to? At least on the surface looks like its their money paying for it. I don't think it matters how it came to be because at the moment the park is a frigging disgrace, and I don't think white people left it that way?
If it's the Indian's land great, give them their money. Then plant a twenty foot wide wind break of cedar around the place(out of sight out of mind) and brace yourselves for the next generation when they reach in their pockets and find them empty, and who do you think will be expected to fill them.

Their tolerant neighbors.

The London Free Press has more info:

"A letter, hand-delivered to Ipperwash residents from Monica Virtue Productions, a filmmaker from Woodstock, stated this film is to be legally and factually accurate and also “fun to watch."

I bet? It all ...... just seems weird and out of place for some reason. Fun to Watch? About as fun as lancing a gigantic abscess.


"“This is a labour of love,” said Klippenstein, adding this is an opportunity for the facts to be conveyed as to how treaty lands slid out of native hands. He said it has no bearing on the cottagers who live there."

Even more weird..... Is this man related to McGuinty somehow? The first cottage is only fifty or sixty feet from the boundary of the park? We used to smelt fish there, camp , and swim now its a burnt out dump. Hope they include then and now pictures.

Something is in the wind, and I may be wrong but I doubt principle has anything to do with it.

I Thought Women Where Equal?

Found this article in the Sarnia Observer .

"Elizabeth Cumming, 38, of Alvinston pleaded guilty to the fraud that occurred between March 1, 1996 and March 31, 2002. Along with her partner they got $70,000 to which they were not entitled by not reporting all their income."
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"Cumming was given a suspended sentence and placed on probation for one year with the condition she pay the government $60 every month. A restitution order was made separately from the probation order. The restitution amount was set at $15,000."

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"The man had pleaded guilty in November to the same offence and was placed on probation for two years. He was required to repay $40,000."



Funny how that all works isn't it?There might be some mitigating factors but I'm sure both their brains functioned equally. Equality is grand until it comes time for a woman to pay the piper .


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Real Gifts

You awake in the morning not knowing what morsels are going to be found on your plate, or yanked from your grasp. One of life’s pleasures is being open enough to realize the moment some power on high chooses to serve up a delectable treat.

Christmas morning while sitting around in my apartment,with mom and dad , and my two daughters. For some reason that escapes me the subject of communism comes up.

Youngest daughter (Abby 13) – “What’s communism?”

Oldest daughter (Mags 15)- “ Its where if you have lots of money and the government takes it and gives it to people that have less, so everyone’s equal.” ( I was actually surprised she choose to comment).

Me – “Something like we have in this country.”

Oldest daughter –“ No it’s not!!”

Me – “Sure it is , our version ( socialism) is just more polite.”

Oldest daughter- silence………………

It became apparent to me that in my daughters silence, reason and maturity have taken hold. Not in the fact she chose to calmly let the matter drop ( a rarity), but you could tell she was thinking about my reply, and how true it was.

Another seed was planted that they can freely do with it as they wish.

Witnessing my daughter climb another wrung on the ladder towards maturity, was the best gift I got this Christmas.

Merry Christmas

I wish everyone a safe and joyous Christmas.
To those overseas in harm's way God bless and take care.

I'd Leave...... A Pile of Ashes

While driving to work this morning at 6 am listening to the local news, it was brought to my attention some unfortunate families that own cottages on leased reserve land have been told to be gone with their belongings by Jan 31. I also heard on the radio they are to be monitored , by natives while they are removing their belongings.

Well those 40,000 dollar cottage's up for sale on leased land at Ipperwash sure don't seem a bargain anymore.

Could it be that some natives get squeamish when the prospect of a white man setting fire to a place of sanctuary, he built or purchased to keep it from falling into the hands of those that don't deserve it?
Knowing of someone getting screwed two hundred years ago doesn't qualify you for victim status so you can chant "where's my cottage?".
If you didn't build it buy it, or inherit it you don't deserve it.
All you deserve are the glowing embers of another s lost dream.

To those affected or anyone that could be a tire, some diesel fuel , some gas and a match should be all you need, to remove all traces of your existence from sacred Indian land and leave it basically how you found it.

Failing to see the real insanity

A commenter at Small Dead Animals asked the question "Why isn’t something done ?" Pertaining to the murder/suicide that occurred in Toronto this past week. I don’t think it is a case of what can be done. It isn’t a problem that can be undone overnight or with a parliamentary study. We have lost our way, whitewashed traditions and the values that where passed on with a duty by parents or a parent no matter the sacrifice. Expecting many in the media to speak out and scold the shallowness that has invaded the hearts and minds of Canadian parents, is a pipe dream. The problems rests in the hands of fathers and mothers, and as individuals they must pass on the common sense and devotion adults hopefully taught them as they grew.

The left as always will embellish a real tragedy , with a multitude of reasons . While standing as the only real entity with any understanding. They will blame anybody or anything that symbolizes strength or security. Like a child they will try and hide the damage done by their progressive and insight less policies and either they are skilled at looking innocent or the Canadian public are just to sheepish , or drained of intellect to perceive the road liberals have paved for them.

Things will change when all of society takes a stand. Not just the vocal(usually victims and their masters) in Toronto ,Vancouver or Montreal, but by those from the fringes where common sense is nurtured like a garden , and the individual groomed to freely partake in life with a sense of responsibility no matter what gender they are.

We have let this country be legislated into a grey void.So far, I believe it is easier for many to carry on oblivious , asking pointless questions they already know the answers too. They are either unwilling to spend the time quietly thinking and reaching a clear and steady understanding on their own, or they are too afraid to face the facts.

We have been led to overlook life, our duty to it, and the natural consequences that flow from it. The honest peaceful moments we fail to embrace tightly and cherish , the hard bitter moments we try to run from and hide with denial and excuses, never garnering wisdom or strength : a contemporary liberal trait .

So when a woman reaches the point of insanity , instead of looking on her child with a timeless grace and letting her soul fill with hope and reason, she holds him tight and jumps into space … to their death.

What do we get in return from one of the scholars “women are almost more gentle“?

Almost isn’t a difference when it comes to dying their dead.

Maybe the wrong people are jumping?

The Pied Piper.

What's wrong with this?

Hey Liberal women's caucus , I have a hint for ya, if you think fathers would like you to be a role model for their daughters, your sadly mistaken. For one thing I'd like mine to think with their head not their crotch. Oh and here is a pic of my girls preparing homemade gnocchi for Sunday dinner(they may actually be barefoot).
What a terrible thought my intelligent young ladies someday pregnant and barefoot cooking Sunday dinner for their family, with a smile on their face. I don't know maybe that beats chasing some ladies husband for happiness and a sense of self?
One of the main reasons I do this on Sunday is that maybe my girls will take one day out of their busy week as mother's someday to notice how lucky they are, and pass it on to their family in their bare feet, and flour covered face. I don't see it having anything to do with government handouts, or equal rights. Nothing trumps a sweet proud woman barefoot, pregnant and cooking anyways. Its not rocket science........ simple things that really mean something to the soul usually aren't.

Succumb to the $ea$on

I'm not trying to be cruel , well maybe I'am a little . For those of you that hold out to the last second to get in the Christmas mood I'd thought I'd share a wee bit of the Christmas spirit early.
Yes I live in a basement apartment, but not with my mother, and I usually blog (when I do) in my pajama's ( Warren).

Days Forgotten

Darcey has a story up about a man catching a HUGE catfish which is remarkable in itself, but what I found most interesting is a story left in a comment from Fergy.

It left me to thinking how many boys these days get to go off by themselves and explore the neighbour hood stream, river or pond?

I can relate to Fergy’s story involving the big purple beasts called channel cats. The excitement , real innocent excitement as natural as a sudden thunderclap, and so eye opening you can look back years later and remember that day and unlock those wonderful feelings and memories of what it was like to be a innocent life loving boy.

I can still see those days spent back at Roder’s pond fishing for sunfish, and seeing the big looming black shape of granddaddy bass lumber close by the shore with four or five boys all chasing it casting to beat the band never being blessed by a strike. We camped their the first night Friday The Thirteenth ( number 1) played and the older boys from town scared the shit out of us, and I even kissed my first girl there (Candy was her name) and god was I innocent and stupid. I guess though that’s how nature intended it all once upon a time. Just like the day my cousin made a cast out in the middle of that two acre pond and got a bite, set the hook and eventually brought to shore a beautiful purple channel cat. Who would belief us, a channel cat this big from this pond in the middle of no where, we thought? All we had to do was land it.

Somehow I was delegated to grab the beast only knowing to well those barbs built in to the fins hurt like hell , and that was just from little bull heads. As I pictured the barbs from this big “cat” going clean thru my hand I reached out gingerly to grab the leviathan, but missed it - then the line broke and the beast defiantly slipped back into the deep. As if to say sorry you little shit’s better luck next time.

I can’t exactly remember the colorful words sent my way, if I remember right, they where very colorful, and I survived.

All this near a pond deep enough to drown in at the age of 8 to 13 and never an adult, a fence, or warning sign around we where just let be as boys, to explore.

So we could dream and weather the storm when we became men.

"Your" Kids, Lube , And A Lefty

I’ve been rather at peace when it comes to my oldest daughter who’s just entered grade 10, and my youngest who has just entered grade 6, but its posts like this one that I read over at Dust My Broom that remind me that the important moments to pass knowledge onto your children are at an end when they reach an age , and social status where their own individual free-will, will be the deciding factor when their life turns into the crap shoot of personal choices. Which is fine and dandy, trouble is there are those on the left side of the spectrum that see no boundaries , or the big picture when it comes to teenagers and their sexuality. The real kicker is they think they know best, while frowning on trying to get your kids to see that life is the ultimate teacher ,that the best defence is learning by watching others make mistakes and the reasons for them , so its best to try and think your way into only making the small ones while accepting them.That’s child abuse to the orgasmic mind of a lefty.

The left gets stuck on the big O , and feeling good and somehow think that’s a lasting enlightenment. I knew once my girls left their catholic school they would be dealing with the “cool” types you know the ones that laugh teaching my girls how to give a good blowjob- “something to be so proud of.” Yet they fail to see dad covered sex in a general way three years ago, because he knew those skilled at undermining tradition would come a calling like banshees on crack, only to willing to pass on the non exsistent virtue of jumping off a cliff with everyone else.

Sex is great , its spiritual , so is oral sex is isn’t taboo - WHEN YOUR ADULT ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE IT. Its not all fun and games , and if you want the real thing -the spiritual wow factor you have to be a thinker, not a what’s the difference between sheep shit and liquorice balls type of teenager .
That’s what I tell my girls. It doesn’t pain me thinking of my girls having a sex life , its hoping their woman enough to experience its soul stopping grace, in a committed relationship.

What pains me is these idiots that don’t have a damn “red cent” invested in my daughters lives as they make the LONG journey evolving into women, wives, or mothers and finding real earned happiness while being a benefit to their community not a blob of cells that lives for the next orgasm. I’ve warned my daughters that having calluses on their knees is no badge of honour. I’ve told them one day they have to choose and they will be hearing many different views that will be the total opposite of dad’s. They have always been FREE to think on their own because they have always known their actions lead to consequences that THEY will bear, so choose wisely because dad will not be standing in front of them as a shield, or ready to catch them until after they have fallen when they themselves chose the path to follow when directions have always been given up to the point “cool” idiots tried to take the helm .

Here’s what I said in the comment section over at Dust My Broom;

“I realised something upon hearing some snippets from my nephews first class dealing with sex in high school, taught by a lady from the county health unit. People like her have nothing at stake other than being a cool adult friend that has no opinion on the negatives of sex other than aids and the like, and have no intention of being around to pick up the pieces when their logic and soft morality helps pull the “pin of a grenade” in the middle of a family.
They remind me of drug dealers.”

So I thought.” hey I haven’t asked my daughter in awhile what she was learning at school when it came to sex ed, and who was teaching it?”

“She replied Mrs so and so SHES SO COOL!” , she got in a huff when I asked for more detail she replied “ there is nothing about morality dad !!”

I rest my case, and instead of beating my head against a wall, I am fearful but content letting morality let its context to a peaceful life hit home with my daughter some time in the future, as it surely will.

Sadly the shallowness of our society easily permeates the teenage mind at times and my daughter is at the stage where she drifts from thinking maturely , to thinking like she is in grade eight again, and that’s the realm where Mr and Mrs “cool progressive” like to reside in. They don’t mind taking the easy way out and being a teenager themselves, they enjoy that more than getting old and wiser.

I tolerate it, what else can I do as my daughter will chose, she’s at the beginning of that point in her life. I have had my time its not over but my influence is contained to moments in the past when its comes to my daughters reflections on which path to follow.
Any new moments where I have something to add only come now when she’s ready to accept them.

I just state the wise option where cool doesn’t have much merit, and let life and brain matter collide or hope it does, the left well they are reserved to collison's of the groin areas where all the thinking thats needed is the ability to don a condom.

Its amazing those on the left fail to see all those young "women" pushing buggies, with dad(?) or maybe a better term pretend "man" walking beside them, and the most important thing is missing, it is their smile? Why would that be?Other than well we where too horny to use protection?
Could it be life as they know it sucks when reality slapped them upside the head?

I think so, poor kids all three of them, and the "teachers" too cool to reenforce parental reality.



To those parents feeling like "the utopian world" is ready to undermine the structure you've tried to pass onto your children, reality will prevail.

Sunday Banter

Its Sunday and I wonder how many kitchens around the country are starting to smell like heaven today as a woman (or a man) sweats by the stove listening to her children , or are watching them come to the front door herding their brood through it . It must mean so much seeing your family progress through the years until the next generation gets ready to firmly take the reigns of life while you find the strength to let yours go with dignity and a sence of accomplishment.

One thing I have learned growing up in a small community, in a home with a strong mother, and father is that the simple things in life matter much more than the material things. Mom having a home cooked meal ready every night, simple vacations, Friday night bonfires in the backyard roasting wieners I could go on and on.

Mom ruled with an iron fist, dad was actually the gentle one. I could complain that hugs where in short supply but for some reason common sense dictates that the love she had for me was shown with the devotion she has for our family, and her husband. She is a lion that hasn't wavered much, she says it like it is, LIVES with her imperfections and she puts many “intellectual” feminists to shame.

In hind sight when I hear a feminist ramble on into an intellectual rant against men and the society that “beats women down”, I have to think of my grand mother. She married a man that became a drunk, a bootlegger, a gambler, basically a very selfish person that cared more about himself than his family. He lost the farm gambling, and crapped in his pants regularly (drunk), basically he was a sick man.
Sorry if I seem disrespectful towards this particular grandfather, as his nature dictated I and his family owe him nothing.

Now what did my grandmother do? Divorce him? Nope, she stayed and raised five children; I can’t recall hearing stories of her complaining either. Though she did have the last word, on her death bed. I don’t think grandpa took the cold hard truth very well, I almost think it was the first time in his life he had a look at himself - his real self, and the pain he caused from his selfishness (he actually quit going to the hospital, truth hurts). What a deep lesson to learn late in life, taught not by a feminist but by a woman that went the whole mile for her family. She was never the victim; she bore her burdens, smiled, spoiled me as a grandchild and applied the same love equally (traditionally) to all her children, and grandchildren.

That’s right in a time when there where no social programs for women in situations like hers, or support groups my grandmother smiled, lived her life and laughed. In hind site she taught us a valuable lesson. The same lesson she passed on to her children; to embrace the simple things in life and love them. She never needed pity, or entitlements she was to busy being a mother and running a family.
Her happiness was found in her children and her grand children, Sunday dinners, warm spring days, smiles, her garden, many things.
Feminists could learn something from these women from the past. Who slept in the beds they made, or at the very least where aware of their poor choices.
I don’t think selfishness is a virtue when it comes to a mother and father and their family.
Luckily where I grew up it wasn’t anyways.

It’s uncanny the devotion to family my mother shares with her deceased mother and law.
Actually I’m hoping some will rub off on my two daughters that hopefully will make wise choices most of the time as they grow in a society under assault by moral relativists and their ilk, and take the time when they are older to speak out at those that resent personal responsibility, and may they have little time to whine and complain about men, or themselves being a victim because like the women before them in this family, they too can stand straight and say their piece and lay it out raw for those that know them to digest, while taking the responsibility for themselves and who they are.

They certainly aren’t weak, know the difference between wrong and right, and realise life isn’t a bowl of cherries, but many moments of it can be. And those fill your soul.

My grandmother showed her love for me in so many ways, I can still see her smile like it was yesterday, and like all good women it was the widest watching me devour her home cooked meals, especially her pot pie, macaroni salad, or the jello she always took the time to lovingly cut into perfect squares, even while married to a selfish drunk she picked .Thats a woman that let beauty shine and made sure someday you'd know you helped her find it. My mother does the same to her grandkids , the one difference dad surrenders to his wife and his family never himself. Its been beautiful to watch , and at the same time hard as Dad has CLL and you can see moms concern at times when she lets down her guard, but they still charge on with a smile, and a graceful understanding of how things are.

If you pull back the curtains and peer into life , you'd see beauty exists in harsh realities.