Canajun, Eh?

The legendarily phlegmatic

boring and polite Canadian

from whom eh! can mean so

many things decided to break

out of the mould that confined

him to a drudge personality

to express a counter-cultural

opinion shared in part by a legion

of others who have somehow

managed not to notice the strange

phenomenon of fellow citizens

shuffling off this mortal coil with

surprising and excess regularity.

They have tolerated a grossly unfair

infringement on their liberties long

enough and will no longer assent to

being immobilized, shut down

isolated, vaccinated and masked. If

hordes of disaffected citizens around

the world can manage to mount rallies

defying government orders backed

by medical authorities, why then so

too can a myriad of countless faceless

people calling themselves proud to be 

Canajun, eh! And so they embarked 

on a mission to sally forth the intention 

to disrupt civil order and rouse slumbering

indignation in the minds of others so

that together they could force the moral

evacuation of the central government 

and reverse all mandates requiring 

inoculation against a coronavirus that  

has travelled far and wide, careening 

out of China to infect the world at large

and Canadians won't have it any more! 

Compute This

Peace, Literature, Art, Physics

Medicine, Economics, Chemistry ...

0.2% of the world's population has

by singular means of genetic

predisposition acquired recognition

by the Nobel Commission

elevating Jews in a wide spectrum

of human endeavour to the extent 

that one of every five Nobel Laureates 

is a worthy individual of Jewish heritage.

Shush! said the wise man 

speak softly lest the malign whisperers

of Jew-hatred commission that

august body to hold itself responsible 

in aiding and abetting Jewish honours-greed 

in their campaign of world domination. 

Ukraine's Dilemma

Have you ever noticed how often life appears to

resemble a badly written impassioned pulp novel

replaying the immemorial melodrama between 

lovers in a marriage gone sour where the errant

husband recalls all the fine times the marriage 

brought him and the wife lingers on humiliations

and loss of human dignity in the relentless demands 

of a possessive man who once again courts the 

unwilling woman whose attention has been caught 

by overtures from a handsomely wealthy foreigner 

of great power promising a future unlike the one she

so recently escaped. The adversaries snarling threats 

at one another, the husband preparing to storm 

his former wife's steely rejection to restore the 

faulted marriage and none involved know how the 

situation will resolve. Ukraine cringes with horror 

at the prospect of a return to Russia's embrace

determined to defend her sovereign rights on the 

world stage among peer nations. Hegemonic

command of a new alliance contends with the

struggle between ideologies' contrasting values

leaving Ukraine to resist not only domination

but the coercive declarations of violent conflict

in an aura of panic to induce an appetite for war.

Winter Day

 

Crows, black arrows in the pewter
vault of the winter sky, angrily
circling far-off pinnacles -
masts of snow-laden conifers;
their rough caws circling the
frigid winter air. An hapless owl
no doubt, whose quiet predatory
presence insults the murder's
singular territorial imperative.

The knife-edge of icy wind
sharpens upon our bare cheeks.
The trail we crunch through
bristles with the windfall of
twigs, branches. A veil of
ectoplasmic-like snow lazily
descends, resembling a
ghastly presence, revealed by
the unwonted presence of an
interloper, in a haunted place.

This has been an unproductive
year for seeds and conifer cones.
Birds struggle in their search for
winter sustenance. Yet glaring-white
shards of tree, chipped relentlessly
by the ram-hard head of a pileated
woodpecker informs not all are
affected by a rogue season's lack.

Beams of light begin to creep
tentatively through tree branches
even while flurries dot the landscape
gently falling around us. Above, a bright
halo attempts to forge its presence
through the clouds. The creek,
released from icy bondage, runs
silently along snowed banks.

Where tracks of forest creatures
intrigue toward speculation.

 

 

 

International Holocaust Remembrance Day

Really? Holocaust Remembrance Day?

Recalling a soul-shattering event that Jews 

think of every day, need no reminder of. 

January lists a Martin Luther King day for the

17th. A great man of moral clarity, a visionary 

illuminating the way to a better world. Ten days 

later falls the day to remember the Holocaust. 

No mention in that same calendar to recall the 

state slaughter of six million human beings

whose humanity was taken from them and

no one but the dearly departed really cared.

On a brighter note, the world body formed from 

the Holocaust-era League of Nations reeling 

from its failure, codified a (non-binding) human 

rights declaration to address humanity's lapse 

in moral judgement then went on to crucify the 

Jewish homeland by consensus of its membership 

and finally now relented to the extent it declared 

maligning or doubting the reality of the Holocaust 

to be a (non-binding) crime against humanity 

which 118 members of its 193 membership total

supported. And Jews can finally take comfort in

a UN body that saw fit to globally recognize that

reality even as it prepares to have North Korea host

its world disarmament forum in a spirit of amnesia.

 

Cyber Confrontation

 

Oh, look, what an odd coincidence ...

who might have expected such a turn of events?

The very miracle of exploiting cyberspace 

that has succeeded in enabling instant 

communication and the dissemination 

of vital information along with the

potential to educate the masses which now 

entertains them instead and allows cranks 

and misfits to promulgate idiotic theories

and in the process roil society has given 

a very special gift to rogue governments 

through which they handily exert pressure 

on despised democracies who value

human rights holding those same rogues 

to standards that should be universal but 

are not, now finding themselves unwilling 

targets of threatening battlefields with the 

wild potential of creating wholesale damage

to their societies possibly equal to the

horrors of a full-on military campaign.

Winter's Icy Wind

 

Above, a wide, deep wash of blue.
Not a wisp of cloud to mar this
day's stunning perfection. This
was today's message to us.
Frigid temperatures reign
thanks to the absence of cloud
trapping scant winter heat below.

We are lashed by the icy fingers
of winds in high dudgeon,
knocking the heads of the
forest trees and slicing its fire
across our revealed flesh; eyes
weeping, foreheads frozen.

Dried flower stalks bow in
humble homage to the
insistent, imperious wind.
Gossamer veils of snow
languorously part from
laden spruce boughs.

Oblivious, in their winter
element, the minuscule, dainty
black, grey and white shapes
of chickadees flit from branch
to branch, calling their delight
with their environment.

The creek running through
our Ontario wooded ravine in
this Ottawa Valley is frozen fast,
its glaring surface reflecting
the sun's serendipitous presence
as we lope along snow-padded trails.

We have company this day;
silent, elongated, gracefully
following, then leading us forward.
Our shadows step lively, unaffected
by the chill, the ferocity of wind.
Brought to life by the sun's
life-affirming presence.

 

 

Apostasy's Vengeance

What could be more unifying

than a belief in the divine

whose precepts begin with love

and charity urging believers to

be as one in their care for one

another with the ultimate goal

of achieving peace. Veneration

of the spirit that guides leads

followers to prize the unseen

guiding hand of humanity above

life itself the very same gift the

faith has bestowed upon mortals.

Misfortune it is indeed that human

nature while mouthing the tenets

inspiring that faith turns venomous

and deadly toward those espousing

a variant in descent of the leader

who brought down sacred scripture

to passionate followers who turn

their raging spite to lethal attacks

slaughtering those they deem infidels

and betrayers of the one true faith

above all others as tokens of esteem

for the omnipresent spirit gently 

lauding peace while directing those

of faith to leave no stone unturned

in punishment of those spurning the

god-driven imperative to surrender.

The Mid-Winter Forest

The snow is plush and billows like foam on

the ocean of the forest floor this mid-winter 

day. The scene is eye-wateringly luminous 

in competition with the early afternoon sun 

itself afloat on that other ocean of blue above

the forest below, completing the landscape 

that extends from heaven to Earth. It is a scene 

reminiscent of the firmament's billowing-light 

cloud formations loosing wind-blown showers 

of snow in a blizzard of frozen flakes. The 

icy atmosphere has frozen the stream winding 

through the forest. From the forest canopy trees 

lean their light- and warmth-starved crowns gratefully 

toward the sun illuminating the woods. In the

understory not a movement, not a sound from

forest creatures seeking sanctuary from the

cold, fitfully dreaming of spring's arrival.

 

Perishable Fact and Hope-Inspiring Fantasy

Transformed to a saccharine tale of triumph 

over evil as a moral lesson to impressionable 

children playing on their fascination with nature

and the gentle creatures whose haven a forest 

is meant to be, who can forget as a child 

viewing Disney's 'Bambi'? whose hidden purpose 

is an allegory for Jews in the plight of the 

eternal wanderer exiled from their native Judea

seeking haven in the diaspora jungle that 

views them as oriental interlopers and a

despised race worshiping a spirit whom 

their detractors venerate. That their sacred 

saviour was a Jew is of no account to save them 

from the degrading indignities that become 

the great universal hunt of Jew-haters everywhere 

ultimately exemplified in a mad burst of final

extermination, yet all is not lost for in the fantasy

home of Disneyland all is well, Bambi escapes 

the human predators' hunt, evades persecution

in the 1942 film, when European Jews were ushered

into the maw of gas chambers, their corporeal 

remains shovelled into ovens, the organized hunt

and gathering up of creatures destined for death

in full swing ... but all was well in Disneyland.

 

 

Can't You Hear Me?!

Another agonized voice crying out to the 

desolate echo-chamber of cyberspace

wasteland begging for mercy, displaced 

soul-wounded humanity nourishing

the last shreds of hope though he

is but one of many for whom fate

has decreed no rescue to be expended

for he is doomed, his rebellious wife

by his side, his child clinging to life

in advanced malnutrition, he writes

his desperation 'help me' I have no

money, Mr. Biden and you have so

much. Cannot you hear my pleas from

the other side of the world where you

pledged to bring light out of darkness?

Rogue Regimes Rocking the World

The world has always been a

disorderly place of fraught existence

though never without the wisdom

of the few whose advice to overcome

human prejudice, perfidy and vice

has withstood the ages in the naivete

but simple solution inherent in 

'do unto others'. Misfortune lies in

the propensity of those in command

of authority doing unto others what

they know cannot be done to them. In

self defence from the venom of the

predators those imbued with decency

and a sense of justice implore the world

to value order and good government

while the rogues wielding power over

the oppressed sneer as they collude to

reign supreme in a tangle of disorder 

and tyranny, daring their targets to 

unseat them from power, progressively

surrounding themselves with lickspittle

regimes eager to curry favour careless

of the likelihood of the weapons of mass

destruction aimed at opponents may one

day be turned on them, groaning under

a dictatorship too onerous to bear.

Avuncular Beijing

Has no one taken note of the manditorily 

universal classes in obedience that Beijing has

rehearsed in its aspirational control of global

executive power through hostage diplomacy? 

The trial runs -- satisfactorily successful

to the extent that the CPC has resolved to 

proceed to Step Two. International athletes 

competing at the China Winter Olympics 

must on the pain of (?) refrain from any

and all political messages; to wit critiquing 

China although praise is permissible. 

Should any Olympians choose to defy this 

edict they may become prison incarcerants

for the crime of subversion in the face of 

a reality whereby China dictates its exquisite 

Orwellian authority in a display of avuncular 

concern over the manners of impulsive youth.

The Crystalline Arras

Up  in the forest canopy

the crowns of deciduous trees

lofty and bare bear no signs

of yesterday's raging blizzard

but conifer crowns and branches

are bent low with the weight

of newfallen snow. Today the

sky's vault is wide and blue

the sun triumphant in its winter

blaze sparking a landscape

ethereal and serene in its winter

garb. The wind still bellows in

the upper story, reluctant to depart

an orphaned element now the

storm has passed. Random rays

of sunlight pierce the canopy to set

fire to the crystalline arras.

Celestial Omen

You gave me an exquisitely

delicate silver thread

dangling a mother-of-pearl

and silver star

hanging it around my

15-year-old throat

laughing tenderly when I

quailed: what if I lose it?

Why, I'd get you another

you said reassuringly. And

there was never need for

another for the original

still glows around my throat

and you are here with me

seventy years later

still reassuring me.

Terrorist

He's dead. His family will mourn him 

gone from the spark of life to 

permanently comatose. Of his own 

choosing knowing the outcome 

courting the outcome before he 

embarked on a compelling search for 

vengeance demanding for the release 

of his hostages the life sentence meted

out to his compatriot be revoked.

His was a planned act of compulsion

from an impulsive perspective

knowing as he did that those held

hostage were responsible for the

terrorism conviction he sought to

overturn, for aren't the Jews masters

of the world, controlling, conspiring

evil tribe manipulating world order?

He will be mourned, he will be celebrated

martyred for the great cause.

Take Note:

Proceed with caution.

If a thought can be harnessed

to pride or profit

you may look but not touch.

The owner of that thought

to whose mind his muse

whispered unique secrets

knows the value of that product

and hastens to lock it away

securely in a severely restricted

category called patent/trademark

You may peruse the product 

view it, read it, digest it

but as intellectual property

you may not AS IN DO NOT!

appropriate any segment

sentence, word or portion of

its brilliance lest you be sued.

Of course that preceded the wonders

and freedoms of the cybernet

disarming the quaintness of

authentic original thought.

Snow Intaglio

 

The forest floor, well on its way
to freezing - encouraged, bullied
by impending winter's
dominion over land
and inland waterways...

Those ferocious icy blasts
have brought new, permanent
snow, covering that rigid floor.
Snow flurries pause lazily in
downward spiral toward
winter's certain depths.

Wind whips bare branches.
The scarlet head of a woodpecker
brutalizing the trunk
of an ancient pine, shards flying
reveals a wide, white gap;
the bird rewarded for its
destructive industry.

Clouds catapult their spare
contents with diminishing returns
as an insistent gust sweeps them
imperiously aside to reveal
an azure promise.

Beams of modest brilliance
modified by the season
yet still sufficiently solared
illuminate a child's
luminous snow-angel.

 

 

The Winter Forest

 

The winter forest is an enchanted
glistening landscape of
chilled silence, muffled and
deeply peaceful. Contoured in
its serene season of rest.

A gust creates an ectoplasmic
drift slowly unburdening
a laden spruce bough.
A lone crow leisurely crests
over steep forest spires.

Tiny chickadees flit
among the trees,
a companion nuthatch
minding their order.

The sky's blue canopy
ribboned by evanescently
diffused clouds as lightly
transparent as the snow
below is opaque, fully
blanketing the frozen earth.

Today's languid wind chill
far less urgent, small wildlife
come suddenly awake to a
day of sun and glorious prospects.

Mice and voles burrow deep
under the warm weight of
their enveloping comforter.
Late-season wildflowers
nod their winter-dried heads.

The forest stream lies hushed
and frozen, glinting back
the sun's crystalline shine,
banked with snow drifts.

 

 

Dread Threat

The human imagination inherited a haunting

dread of the unseen threats of incipient doom 

fleshed out by ancient legend in fiercely bloodthirsty

shapes slinking through the deep, dark of midnight 

awaiting fated opportunity to descend and throttle 

humanity in a deadly grip of death. Lurking deep 

in the subconscious like an inherited memory 

passed down from time immemorial in a pagan ritual 

of preparation for the inevitable crushing of humanity 

by monsters loitering on the edges of the Earth 

labeled on primitive maps: 'Here There Be Dragons'

fair warning of boundaries to be avoided at risk 

of existence. Illustrations sketched the dangers in 

mounted horsemen clad in iron waging battle against 

slavering beasts intent on human prey. The monsters 

never quite seen by human eye yet their fearsome 

attributes known; grasping claws, gaping jaws and 

blood soaked teeth clothed in scales or grey tatters 

with fiercely bloodshot eyes and fire flashing to blind

trembling victims. Today we have met the enemy

though still unseen, no longer lingering, waiting but

opportunity grasped, invading, maiming, looting

bodily organs and delivering lethal blows, a simple

primitive organism fulfilling the task assigned it to

indifferently yet thoroughly extinguish humanity.

And cowering humanity looks in desperation for

solutions to mount in defence to penetrate the armour

of the beast's expanding army of grand conquest.

The Crystalized Wood

The Sky has rained frozen tears
for days, mourning the passage
of yet another year, bringing
us closer to old agedness.
How peculiar its empathy, for
we feel no such sorrow.

As we move through the woods
they too weep, but their grief
expresses their loss of twigs,
branches, limbs brought to
the snow-cushioned ground
with weight of snow and ice.

Tree trunks are glassed with ice
swaddling. The day mild enough
so droplets of melt move under
the ice sheathing like dark bugs
crawling down the trunk.

Finger-thick ice has brought
green boughs to utter decline
littering the forest floor. Above,
silently cruises the dark form
of a lonely crow. No wind, but
damp air and vanishing ice fog.

The sky, a bright pewter awning
has relented, halted its freezing
assault, and presents slivers of blue,
and there, the struggling sun. The
weeks-long frozen creek has
won its reprieve, free, burbling.  

Predilections, Pride and Prejudice

Feet of clay belong on a Golem that mythical 

monster tramping through halls of infamy to strike

terror in the black hearts of monstrous haters

threatening annihilation of the eternal tribe 

whose fortune it has been since forever to 

arouse vicious enmity in others. To witness 

a champion of human rights who has made 

his name synonymous with justice and liberty 

trudging through those very halls of infamy 

in his personal penchant for furtive pedophilia

a startling revelation rank with unspeakable 

sewage for which there is no reputational 

rescue, an entire life's work destroyed, the 

deposed nobility of character revealing a 

sordid imposter whose messages now reek.

The Silence of Snow

Wind spurts fierce thrusts compelling
the snow to drift languidly and
mound into voluptuous landscapes
while evergreen boughs heavy
with snow release great clumps
themselves springing to height.

Lazy clouds of snow drizzle
the landscape. Falling clumps freckling
the grey sky, shifting clouds to
pleasure the insistent sun. Shafts
of light haze through the forest,
firing the snow to silver crystals.

Through the soft and gentle
stillness, the staccato of a hairy,
red-capped woodpecker. Snow
generously comforts a recently-bereaved
copse of elm, maple and poplar,
naked no longer. Trunks grey,
black and brown stippled
gloriously-blinding white.

Desiccated, bright orange bittersweet
fruit cluster along their vines'
chokehold on prickly Hawthorns.
Their haws shy against the
flamboyance of the others.
The creek drifts clear and tinkling
over gathered fall detritus
now heavily banked in snow.

A raven crosses the undecided sky,
its raucous call shredding the silence
swift body a black arrow true to its mark.
Soon, snow-muted silence regains
its imperious reign.

 

Human Hubris

 

As a species humanity has accomplished

much in familiarizing itself with its

habitat in the interests of useful exploitation

and with the dark cold atmosphere of

the exosphere and its heavenly bodies

circulating in the vast and forbidding 

universe with its tantalizing hints of existence.

It is the deep dark subterranean spaces of

the human subconscious that remains an 

unsolvable mystery incapable of transcending 

its primal instincts of wary suspicion alerting

belligerent antennae to the presence of challenge

and competition. Societies erect and position 

administrative governments ensuring citizens

respect law and order -- forbidding violence 

as an act of social criminality. Yet there is 

much in common between international cliques

competing for resources in scheming enmity 

between global east and west, north and south 

leading to conflict, reflecting the social microcosm 

of criminally vicious street gangs acquiring and

dispensing illegal traffic in the very medium

collective governments decree they only may

possess in quest of global control and command.

 

 

In Memorium : Joy and Melancholy

Benedict, my friend and child of god

have you ever known the love of a dog?

Has it been your good fortune

to cherish a creature your god

created alongside humanity?

Do you imagine  yourself

an authority in creation

advising your worldly flock

to abandon their choice of

pets as opposed to the virtue

of parenting children to

further populate this globe?

Biostatisticians at one point

painted parents as selfish for

having offspring in an overpopulated

and barely fed world community.

Now in your great good wisdom

you advise the childless to 

abandon their pets in favour of

bringing more children into this

worn and weary, afflicted world.

Benedict, dear man never having

fathered a child why do you

deprive yourself of a loyal, loving dog?

Tyrants Rule

The human instinct for self-preservation

is accompanied by a yearning for

self-respect, dignity, justice and a craving

to find a place in the future. Denied,

a fiery resentment builds a fire of resistance 

when broadly shared by a people whose 

freedom has been denied, then spontaneously 

erupts to destroy an oppressor, an event that

brings hope to those unable to muster the

fire and the might to topple tyrants.

Those who fail to blink in commiseration

at the plight of their people's slow state of

starvation of soul and body, as they direct

state treasury to the far more vital imperative

of building nuclear arsenals and hypersonic

missiles in demonstration of their power

to influence the global community how

far-seeing they are in adoption of global values

finding themselves in ample company.

Hovering

 

She is as fragile and vulnerable as a 

Little White Bird fluttering and hovering

in the maelstrom of the desperate loss

that circumstances can impose upon the 

unwary, leaving her distraught, unable to

carry on a life that has lost its grace and texture. 

So she leans heavily on the comforts that 

raw nature can provide, homeless and

dedicated to the choice fortune has left her 

to be as one with nature -- a return to her 

heritage for in her blood thrums an ancient 

past. Every morning she waits for the sun

to rise over the ocean and each night sees

it set. When interminable rain arrives she

is discomfited. Indifferent nature plays her 

role as supreme creator and mistress of

all that is, while that little bird cowers in 

nature's elements, submerged in memory

drowsily awaiting the ultimate call.

 

 

They Demand

 

Dignity. Respect. Is it too much to ask for?

Scorn and ridicule, threats and violence

not so long ago haunted the lives of tribal

members of the LGBTQ-2S+ community. And

decent people shuddered that such criminal

violence as resulted when predators sought out

gays to inflict dread fear escalated to raw brutality

and murder. Then came an epiphany to rouse

social conscience to rue the past and open

the future to normalcy in society for all and

sundry expressions of being. Finally came a

shift when the victims remained aggrieved

at their past forced exile from the social contract

with demands for reparations inviting all to

repent and celebrate with those freed from

abuse in annual raucously colourful parades

of unabashed public sexuality. Now it is those

who represent the vast majority whose tribe

is natal biology who must cower and admit

gross insensitivity to the pain and anguish

suffered by the hidden, demanding just due in

deference; their absolute right to inclusion

equality and diversity along with personal

addresses in reflection of gender neutrality. A

transition from victim to vituperative bully with

their bitter challenge that all must be woke.

COVID Conundrum

Two thirds of the restive population anywhere

in the world where COVID has rampaged

remains compliant while the remainder is defiant

the former convinced on unassailable evidence

that this invisible predator is fully capable of 

diminishing opportunities for survival normally 

taken for granted -- while the latter scoffs at the 

timidity of their peers over the presence of yet

another cold virus that has enabled governments 

to ride rough-shod over civil rights. Global deaths

of millions, hospitals stretched beyond their limits

endless cycles of shut-downs, crumbling commerce 

drowning state economies in emergency pledges 

of financial rescue, figments all of over-active 

imaginations, ploys by governments to wrest control 

over the placid governed. Protests and riots 

mounted by the vociferous few against the fearful 

many as COVID-wrought chaos reigns supreme 

in a global challenge: nature vs human nature. 

Angel of Death

Coming to a country near to you

if your country has not yet authorized 

voluntary death accommodated by the 

very government whom the people

democratically vote into office for 

the specific purpose of administering 

national affairs to the best advantage

of its residents. So as a courtesy to the 

democratic ideal -- full freedom to dispose 

of an unwanted life. This time not the 

lives of the socially dispossessed but 

one's own. Nations once so very willing

 to accommodate its Jews to the Nazi 

killing machine now see fit to surrender 

lives at whim or will to Death's omnivorous

never-satiated maw. In polite social language

it is named medical assistance in dying.

How quaint: say 'MAID' and you have it.

Socially accepted as a release from life

voluntarily unlike the involuntary mass

murder of a people society had no use for.

Josef Mengele would be so pleased.

Pimp To Princes

In the twilight world of the demi-monde he moved 

in elite circles entrusted with the intimate secrets 

of those high-flying politicians, aristocrats and 

members of prestigious professions for whom he was 

their trusted pimp. As a procurer of children for 

the sexual gratification of society's nobility he 

paid the ultimate price in the shame of reputational 

loss and when his kingdom crumbled with those 

formerly fawningly addictive clients abandoning him

he sat in the ruins of his carefully cultivated circle 

of perverts; gone his position of authority and trust 

in a widening chasm of avoidance. Now his lover 

and obliging helpmeet found guilty to popular 

acclaim of aiding and abetting his predatory

service to illicit, underage sex for aging Lotharios

will be incarcerated just as he was before liberating 

himself in death. As for princes and presidents 

paedophiles all, they remain at large, untouchable.