But it was getting out of control. I was obsessed, glued to the TV, devouring every OpEd piece, report and editorial I could find. And then one day, around the time of the Conventions, I realized I was becoming way too frustrated, angry and stressed out over (a) something that I have no control over and (b) as a Canadian it isn’t my Continue reading
It’s bad enough that the republican nominee for president of the United States has lied and cheated his entire life … that he has bent the rules to suit himself … that he has left countless people holding the bag … that the only words that come out of his mouth are vile, vicious and frankly, libelous … that he insults, bullies, threatens, taunts, incites violence and instills fear … that he advocates torture and the use of nuclear weapons … that he cozies Continue reading
Sundance is interested in food, me and getting into trouble. When I’m on my computer for too long he sits on the keyboard. When I’m trying to get dressed to go out he swats at me incessantly. If I ignore all his efforts to get my attention he misbehaves. Television bores him to tears and if I put it on, he either barrels out of the room or goes to sleep.
Bartlett can’t get enough of me either and loves cuddling more than Continue reading
… because I know it’s not really any of my business, me being a Canadian and all, but I’m just too sad, and too shocked, to keep it to myself. What in the world is going on? This isn’t the America I grew up loving. This isn’t the America I grew up envying. This isn’t the America I wished Canada would be more like. This isn’t the America where I wished I could live.
What the bloody hell!
Before ya’all get all up in arms (trust me, no pun intended), I know there are plenty of good guys in the U.S. I truly believe there are more good guys than bad guys. But I’ve gotta tell you, from where I’m sitting it looks like the bad guys are winning.
You elected a black President. Twice. Once by an absolute landslide. But from the instant that man moved into the White House, probably before his personal belongings were even unpacked, Continue reading
For a Canadian, I spend a fair amount of time commenting on American politics; and what I think could use some improvement. So I decided it was time I turned my attention, and criticism, a little closer to home. As in right here, in my own back yard.
God knows we’ve got enough crap going on in the land of the maple leaf (and the fleur de lys) to cause us all to wring our hands, hang our heads in shame and scream our bloody heads off.
Which would be a typically unCanadian reaction, by the way. We’re known as “those polite folks to the North”. You know the type. We wouldn’t say “shit” if we had a mouthful. Not me, of course. I’ve never been shy about expressing my opinion. Making my feelings known. But as a general rule, we tend to just sit there and suffer in silence. Take one for the gipper.
Not today, though.
Let’s go to Ottawa where four Senators (that we know of) have been fudging their expenses. Living high off the