|A young Irish girl and a British soldier, 1970s|
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Dear Right Honourable Minister of Fisheries and Oceans, Gail Shea,
I am writing you to voice my opposition to the seal hunt, which is now, once again, underway in this great country of ours. And, what a hunt it will be! Shooting! Clubbing! Drowning! Bleeding to death!
And I see your typically 19th century minded government has gone ahead, in its most progressive fashion, and maintained the annual quota at 400,000.
That is a pretty ridiculous number, considering nobody wants this stuff anymore. Anywhere in the world. But, your government derives many of its votes from knuckle dragging, gun toting, barbaric, redneck idiots, so I don't blame you for taking a stand against us, the granola munching, lefty, hippy, animal rights activists. I mean, you must know that you will never get a single vote from us, right? That is why you made the comments about how 'we' are responsible for China not wanting our seal products.
When, in reality, the Chinese people do not want these products. Believe me, this is a country whose people will eat almost anything, I mean, these people decorate their homes with elephant tusks and eat grizzly bear gall bladders because they believe it will give them virility or something. The last people on Earth to ever pay any mind to an animal rights activist is Chinese people.
And it is not just your government. It has been a succession of governments, even the filthy Liberals, who have tried to hock our seal products to the Chinese, as far back as 1985. Canada was built on three things, Gail. Genocide of First Nations, cheap Chinese labour and seal pelts. So, your government, being the anachronistic, Victorian era government that it is, wants to harken back to the days of yore, when men were men and every living thing on God's green Earth ran scared.
For goodness sake, Gail, your government is already giving away all our resources to China, running roughshod over Canadians and First Nations to get that diluted bitumen to the coast and into ships, bound for refineries and untold Chinese jobs. But that is for another time and it is a subject best tabled in the presence of the Minister in Charge of the Destruction of Canada for Big Oil.
I can't even be polite or civil anymore to your government, they represent all that is wrong in this world.
You called this hunt "sustainable" and "humane", when given the opportunity to speak to the media. Do you actually believe this, Gail? Clubbing and shooting sentient mammals to death, drowning them, sticking gaff hooks into the bellies of still-alive seals? In the presence of other seals, including their parents or pups? You call this HUMANE? If you say that is humane, then I challenge you to look within yourself and question your own beliefs about the sanctity of life.
You also said that "90 percent of the seals are killed with high powered rifles", as if that is a nice friendly little way to die. Oh! a bullet in the face! Goody! That's all a seal ever wanted!
And what about the other 10%? Clubbed, drowned, gaffed, bled to death. Super humane, Gail. Canada should be proud.
This industry will eventually end, when the people of this country get off their lazy asses and do something worthwhile to stand up for this once great nation. The EU has banned our seal products, Russia doesn't want them, even China doesn't want them. I guess the furs will be stacking up in some warehouse somewhere, with nobody to buy them.
I don't know why your government doesn't just buy out the controversial hunting program, it would look really good on our country to do something progressive for once. But no, it will never happen under the watchful eye of Mein Harper because every single decision that is made in Ottawa is ideologically driven and, in some cases, as in the seal hunt, it is even done in spite.
Have a happy Easter. And remember, Jesus was an animal lover.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Centuries of listening never got them anywhere
The time it took to say it wore them all out
The attention spans are shorter than they used to be
Still, this is all more or less the same old story
Wars and Sales got us to where we are today
a place between there and here
a land of have no fear
except the one that creeps up on you and leaves you feeling
restless and sleepless
The kinda nights lived by a rounder a drifter a shiftless grifter
the romance of a life notorious
lost all its glory, really
it is too late, the dream has already passed
all you can hope for is a warm place to sleep
and music to listen to
Stories to tell and stories to read
You can be as hard as you want but you will break
at the sight of the simplicity
What was once a nexus is now a singularity
The love I have found
The sound of alliance
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
It’s Equal Pay Day – a day that shows how far into 2013 women must work to earn what men earned in 2012. After all, women still make just 77 cents to a man’s dollar. This gender gap affects women (and their families) from all backgrounds, ages, and at all levels of education – and it’s unacceptable.
Patriarchy must die.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
The ones you tried to impress never noticed
just like you they were caught up in themselves
all you wanted to hear was your own voice
the choice you made was the predictable one
like ol' faithful you gushed every time
you dropped the dime
and sang the song that was requested
shaking hands was what you were made for
at least bred for in that small town
never one to be swayed by others
you did your own research
from questionable less reputable resources some said
not the kind of message you would want for the children
or for that matter put on the stand
in a court of law
was it something you saw or something you heard
the word is what comes down
in a small town
are the blood running through the veins of this place
trucks in the roadside stops
signs the only sign of anyone left alive
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
The surprise is in the eyes
when not just the mighty
but all of us
and though it leaves us breathless
A force to be feared
like a snake
In the end you are running for the anti-venom
Or running from something
usually the past
If only life had an autocorrect
instead it has moments
where you seek acceptance
you know the ones I mean
where we are the people that we dream of
You have the unmitigated attention of others
A connection that fits like a puzzle
and you try not to waste it
but somehow it feels like that
in an after school special kinda way
Or a john hughes film
the deductible you pay is the time it takes
to make it all happen
Time = Money
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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Sunday, March 9, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
In our eyes lie the secret to life
Not the house, the home
The way in which we roam is the decider
The wider picture is the one that draws focus
The trivialities turn the clock
We all just keep walking and talk gets deafening
You and I know the difference between that and this
which is a true collaboration
A destination to get to every day
For the most part, we make it
and if we don't, we fake it until we make it
which is what everybody else does
at any rate
Oh, you, my lover, friend and now mother
I like this in you, it is what came to be and it suits you
Wearing the ring is my shield for the parts of the world that are scary
It is bullet proof and beautiful
Growing up was easy and now that you are grown
Your understanding is alluring and humour beguiling
You threw the rule book out the window
You sped up when the light turned orange
Always the confidence, always the brilliance
And a dash of innocence