Rainy Morning

Rain on the roof was kind of scarey. Harbinger of the fall wet season with flu and Covid.  Thankful that dog is sleeping in.  I will have to walk him eventually but hopping rain will let up. Yes, all you virtue signalling, God made me sheriff, I’m offended today, people, I thought about the trees. I am thankful for the forests getting rain. I love the green but the forest fires are poor forest management because of Greed Climate Change policy and leftist arsons.  

I’m irritable this morning. I am planning another coffee. That’s all it takes to move my mood into the positive. I’m thankful that I’m older and wiser. When I was younger I needed coffee and cigarettes and a hot shower but then I was on call for years and lived with shifts and nights and decades of disrupted sleep. I life to play the tough biker guy especially around the criminals but my own bad binges were at most a few years out of 50 of hard work and service. I took a year off and was on a crazy sailing sebbatical with a drug addicte woman who was always lying and trying to kill me.  I have nightmares of going off the bow wave of an oil tanker or the night she drunk insisted on driving and drove my side of the car into a wall full speed.  I wouldn’t have minded but I was always to blame. Chivalry took a long time to die allowing the communist feminists to take advantage of existing systems and ideas established for mothers not woman hating girls who wanted to rule men. 

I am alive today.  I’m clean and sober. I pray all day. In the background of my mind when it says all’s lost or catastrophises I remember being alone in the eye of a hurricane knowing I’d come through this far and had to come out the other side. The other side was easier.  I’ve done the uphill and I’m on the downhill. I’m thankful.  I shiver with rain. I’ve spent too long in arctic weather. I long for tropical beaches but really enjoy Canada except maybe two months less winter.  I dream of having the ‘Priviledge’ of Quebec where the snowbirds winter in Florida because the mafia has arrangements between the two governments.  

I am thankful.  With an attitude of gratitude there is no room for fear or resentment.  I’m thankful that my dog is alive today. He was so quiet this morning I thought he was dead. He’s old and sick but happy. I was thankful for yesterday because I felt I helped some. I was thankful that on the weekend it did’t rain and I was able to hunt in the mountains on my Vespa with blue skies and sunshine.  I’m thankful today that I work from home. I’m thankful that there’s no new calamity of 2020 today.  China did release videos of exercises attacking US bases but their naval ‘exercise’ ‘invasion of Taiwan has ended. They’ve still got 20,000 troops in India but after killing 20 Indian soldiers haven’t advanced further.  

The world election is closer.  America or China. Trump or Xi Jinping.  Dictator communism , sharia socialism or more of the same capitalism and freedom and human rights. Canada’s been infiltrated at all levels of media, government and education by Communist Chinese Military operatives.  Free land is an operative of George Soros. Trudeau like his father has sworn allegiance to Communist China but as well on his own has sworn allegiance to Islam.  It’s odd being in Canada as all that was ‘Canadian’ is destroyed.

Here though I have dry, heat, running water, electricity, light, and the rain has lightened up. A shower and a quick constitutional walk for Gilbert and I’ll be ready for another day of work.  There’s so much pressure, so much despair, so much anger and fear.  I’m thankful I’ve been able to comfort and ease the pain and reassure.  The lies of media and Ottawa are frightening.  This too will pass. All will be revealed.  

I’m interested that I don’t take much comfort in myself being relatively okay while others are suffering so much more.  The ‘prisoner’s dilemna’ comes to mind. I like it when I’m a head but I don’t like it when I see others falling behind. I want us all to win though in my heart of hearts I want to win a little more but not so another loses greatly. I remember the developmental stage when that changed. It was adolescence. I saw that I didn’t like others suffering. It’s not surprising I became a healer.  It’s so much more challenging to save rather than destroy. I’d be good as a killer and I’d do well as a winner in those games people play but I like to struggle with God and fate and save a life that was meant for death.  

Now it’s the overdose deaths in the fentanyl crisis.  All these kids doing skydiving for the poor and the harm reduction folk trying to fashion parachutes.  Meanwhile a whole other group is saying take up water skiing.  

I’m just in the middle. Stuck in the middle with you. Thank you Jesus.