The trouble with having rained in science and done scientific research and studied the history of science I’m at variance with the MSM. Our PM is a globalist and Trudeau before him said he was ‘transnational’.
When Fauci was blaming the Pangolini I was studying the genetics and recognised it was a bat viruse from the Wuhan lab. Gain of function research. But I couldn’t speak out against the absurdities and followed the moderation from UBC. Public health was political and fowl. The WHO was no more. I’d seen the politics in Malaysia and Delhi. They were anti American not anti truth and angry and entitled.
Everyone is entitled.
I’m afraid of the censorship and communism and neo communism in Canada. I saw that the anti Americanism was increasing whether it was Republican or Democrat. The Liberals have dramatically increased the corruption in Canada. We dropped from number 6 of the least corrupt nations in 2015 to 14 this year. SNC Lavalin and the WE scandals.
It’s all politics and I enjoyed a friend saying he finds it easier to watch if he just thinks it’s two gangs the Cripps and the Bloods. Voltaire did say steal a little and they put you in jail,
I’m aware I’m aging and of an age where I’m learning of friends dying, retiring or breaking something. I worry my caution is cowardice.
I lay in an hour and a half and thought I could appreciate the people who ‘bed rott’. It’s depression.
I’m a moderate so I’ve bullet holes all over my body. The extremists of either side don’t realize they’re not shot in the back like us moderates.
I chose to engage in a couple of chess games with pigeons on the internet this week - I put up a post saying Canada was the greatest country in the world and fought back against the disclaimers.
It’s fundamental to the lefty that they are victims and never satisfied. They just want power and more power. The essence of communism and jihad are the same. Power. There will be peace when we win totally but all the predictions are false like the ones that say the world is ending.
It wearies me . I’m slightly down mainly because the sun isn’t out. We had a deluge, most rain in a hundred years in a day on Friday and then it’s been cloudy since, Today it’s grey. I say I have flower genes along with the Neanderthal and Homo sapiens. Today is grey. I walked the dog one lap about the park but he hasn’t pooped yet.
I’m considering replacing the Weber barbecue or fixing the propane jets on the ring. All I do is barbecue though i have the oven working now and made frozen fish and chips and would like fish sticks.
I’m keeping up with my work and glad to be of service.
I was paid yesterday and paid off my credit cards which felt good. I’m not in the black but the red is just pink. Another couple of weeks without more major costs and I should be okay again. Dealing with buying the motorhome was a challenge but it’s going to be okay.
I want to be able to carry my Vespa or Harley on the back of the motorhome and have been talking to the father and son at H&E. They want to see the motorhome and I almost had the courage to do that this Friday then the rain. I think I’ll book an appointment and force myself to drive it across town to their shop.
I enjoyed reading that Pamela Anderson likes to write poetry and journal.
I like to journal.
I’m supposed to be writing a book. I’ve hundreds of pages done on all three of the projects but I don’t seem to make the time for editting and compiling,.
I did baby steps and started my 12 minute a day Foundation Training back exercises again with Eric Goodman. I’d begun these 2 years ago but I’ve begun again. I did 5 minutes and took a break.
There’s some blue sky in the west.
I’ve been talking to Mac and he doesn’t like the real heat . He has an outdoor fan so he can leave his inside air conditioning and sit out side.
Helena’s son has gone to Holland
McGrath is doing major hikes into the mountains and finding amethyst. I like seeing all the folk getting sobriety. I’ve attended a couple of virtual meetings this weekend, I did swim too.
I’ve taken Madigan about doing errands like picking up laundry, picking up mail. There’s just a myriad of chores to be done. Then there’s always the storage locker to be reduced and even the bins under the motorhome could be better organized or the holds in the living room and bed room. I did sort the clothing some but all I do is say it’s ‘better’ when I’ve done a little. I worry though that I’m moving the deck chairs on the titanic at the storage locker. I get rid of something and add something.
I pray. Every morning I meditate but it’s not as deep as it’s been. I have been blessed with revelation and spiritual awakening and peace and peace of mind and bliss at times but today it was mundane, I’m doing the ritual. Doing the exercises lighting the lamps so I’m ready when the master comes,. I should. “Should’. ‘Should’ be doing more exercise as meditation. I rest on the laurels, I’m thankful for my health but I’m not reaching for the stars. I’m just getting by. I’m kind of coasting.
I ‘ve done a lot this year but now I’m in between.
Laura is coming over for the long weekend. I’ve not found a good place to go to so we may have a stay cation
Sept 10 is the opening of rifle season so I may just get the camper and truck and head out for a week with Madigan to careen about with the quad. The thanksgiving long weekend is planned for a week off and I’ll have the same arrangement for deer hunting in an area where I could even shoot a moose though I’m really happy to hunt partridge and rabbit. I ‘d like to shoot another buck . I miss the joy of venison steaks and stew, I figure if I shot a moose I’d have to call for help to get it out. The fact is my back hurts and I don’t want to fall and break anything so I’m cautious as I’m out of shape,. If I was more in shape , did more hikes and climbed trails I’d be less at risk. But I’m frankly ‘lazy’ or just tired. I find some days at the end of a day of work I’m exhausted and drained. Working in addiction most people don’t realize their negativity and anger and neediness. It’s so different working in emergency or acute care. Chronic pain and chronic disease is a difficult kind of painful.
I’m blessed though. Really , Thee’s blue sky among the clouds. I have had breakfast and coffee. I’ve a dog that chases his tail and barks at it. I’ve friends and work of value. I’m in this motorhome which the bank and I own though i have the money to pay for it the government would punish me more and demands more taxes so thankfully I have an accountant and bankers that are looking out for me. Thank you Jesus Thank you God of Gods,
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