Belated Canada Day Wishes

Belated Canada Day Wishes
Belated Canada Day Wishes

Hey, you Canucks! Happy belated Canada Day! Sorry about missing, I’m downwind and couldn’t read the calendar on the wall due to all the smoke in the air. 😆

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For The Longest Time

We’ve Been Hear In Lock-Down For The Longest Time

Honestly, it’s good and heartening to see that some people are showing and sharing a certain level of resilience to the pestilence that is the enforced quarantine and shut-down of society in the wake of COVID-19.

But hey! They’re Canadians and Canadians seems to be possessed of a certain aplomb and fortitude in the face of this sort of adversity.

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Liberals Fear Latinos?

Almost every election and during the course of many court cases Americans have to hear how various and sundry Liberals and Progressives claim that they will emigrate to Canada if things don’t go their way. This is especially true right now with Donald Trump being the presumptive Republican Nominee for POTUS.

Liberal Latinophobes
Liberal Latinophobes

This is especially ironic since our domestic enemies at once deride Trump and a racist and always say they’re going to ever-so-White Canada and never oh-so-brown Mexico.

Seems to me that these hand wringing, abuse spewing Leftists are actually afraid of- and hateful towards Latinos, the very demographic that they so vocally pander to and claim that Americans oppress so horribly. Elsewise, why wouldn’t they ever threaten to move to Mexico with its socialized medicine, lower cost of living, and generally nicer climate?

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The Hanging Stove

The tale of the Hanging Stove is a wonderful story about three intelligent, well-educated men coping with the rigors of the wilderness.

An engineer, a psychologist, and a theologian were hunting in the wilderness of northern Canada.  Suddenly, the temperature dropped dramatically and a blizzard was upon them.

Fortunately for them, they came across an isolated cabin, far removed from any town. The three hunters had heard that the locals in the area were quite hospitable, so they knocked on the door to ask permission to shelter from the storm. No one answered their knocks, but they discovered the cabin was unlocked, so they entered.

It was a simple place — two rooms with a minimum of furniture and household equipment.  Nothing was unusual about the cabin except the stove.  It was large, pot-bellied, and made of cast-iron.  What was strange about it was its location: it was suspended in midair by wires attached to the ceiling beams.

“Fascinating,” opined the psychologist. “It is obvious that this lonely trapper, isolated from humanity, has elevated this stove so that he can curl up under it and vicariously experience a return to the womb.”

“Nonsense!” scoffed the engineer. “The man is practicing the laws of thermodynamics.  By elevating his stove, he has discovered a way to distribute heat more evenly throughout the cabin.”

“With all due respect,” interrupted the theologian, “I’m sure that hanging his stove from the ceiling has religious meaning. Fire LIFTED UP has been a religious symbol for centuries.”

The three debated the point for several hours without resolving the issue.

When the trapper finally returned, they immediately asked him why he had hung his heavy pot-bellied stove from the ceiling.

His answer was simple……… “Had plenty of wire, but not much stove pipe.”

Education is wonderful thing, but it often colors the perceptions of what passes for the intelligentsia and these elitists end up ignoring simple common sense and pragmatism, occasionally to hilarious effect.

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Cast Drift And Lost

This post is solely due to the emotions that my friend – you don’t really know me so you don’t understand the weight of that word upon my soul –  ichabod dredged up out of my memory by including a simple image in one of his articles.

I refer you, my valued reader, simply to this video – a rare glimpse of Canada’s Bluenose as she lived and loved upon the Widowmaker,

The Bluenose vs. Gertrude L. Thebaud

Years and years ago I stood the deck of the Bluenose II, which was a true replica of the original great lady of the Grand Banks. Standing there I wept. I wept with both the joy of her lines and life and with grief over Man’s casting her and her sisters aside along with the love of them in favor of the practicalities of modern maritime shipping.

I wept as I read and commented on ichabod’s article and I wept still as wrote this one.

I f you can’t understand why I weep without shame over the loss of these grand queens of the seas then the languages of our souls have too little in common with each others’ to ever truly understand each other.

I say that without reproach for I know that I’m a living, or plausible facsimile of living, atavism in this modern and needfully oh-so-practical world.

For those very few who will care, the Bluenose died in January of 1946 when she was gutted on a Haitian reef. With her died an era and large part, – in my estimation – of Man’s soul.

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