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When you're done, you'll see the world in a NEW way, and you'll understand why I insist on staying in the Church, and why I believe that not only is Change possible - it is VITAL, and NECESSARY.

The Word needs the prophetic voices of people like Wallis, Hicks and Obama ... and we dare NOT listen ...

Three years on ...

Happy Anniversary Minnedosa ... three years ago this morning a cherished, beloved and familiar old friend vanished through an act of arson ...

Three years later, the vacant lot remains, and according to the Minutes of Assiniboine Presbytery, everything is dealt with and the Board of the Church is to be congratulated on their "quality work" done since then through the 333/363 and so on ...

I have been told repeatedly - "move on" - "let it go" and now I am being counselled by strangers to find a "happy life" (not exactly like it was said - but it is the implication I draw from it).

I find it amazing how people can visit this Blog and ASSUME they know me, and from my postings here ASSUME they understand the circumstances and outcome of Minnedosa, and by their comments (usually anonymous) know the TRUTH of what has transpired. I find it mind boggling ...

I wonder if any of those who have posted have ever given half of their life to something, through training, and practise, only to be told - NOT officially, but by the action and inaction of others - that you are no longer welcome.

I have been in Ministry for 16 years as an ordained Minister, that was preceded by 3 years of Theological Training and 4 years of Undergraduate studies - and NOW, I am no longer welcomed in the United Church ... oh, on paper I am simply retained on the roll ... but with the total and complete destruction of my reputation and the loss of my call in Minnedosa the welcome mat has been rolled up and I've been beaten with it ... AND over and over I encounter the "OH!!! YOU were THAT Minister in Minnedosa ..." and the reaction of the person is CLEAR ...

Let it go ???
Oh, I've let it go ... but I will NOT let go my desire and commitment for JUSTICE.

I was held accountable for MY actions. The former staff of the Church, and members of the Board and Choir who conspired, whether intentionally or unintentionally, to have me removed from Ministry in Minnedosa because I engaged in a foolish conflict with a local business in a misguided and utterly stupid attempt to help a family with alcohol issues; have NEVER been called to task for their actions. I've read the 333/363 review and have identified the LIES spoken by members of the BOARD to exaggerate my actions and justify destroying my reputation. Then there is the WHOLE ISSUE of the lies and gossip and incompetence that marked the public exchange about me ... THAT'S a whole other rant ...

I've had my name "out there" for pulpit supply - an ability that has NEVER been doubted nor criticised - and I have yet to be called by any CHURCH within Assiniboine Presbytery ... oh, wait - it's ALL MY FAULT because I speak out here about what I've been through, and people don't want to call me to preach lest I reveal some of the truth about how I've been treated from the pulpit ... (silly me)

I've been told - ANONYMOUSLY - to move on ... I will when the Church - The United Church of Canada hold accountable for THEIR ACTIONS the Board, the Ministry and Personnell Committee, the Building Committee, and the Choir of Minnedosa United Church that was not in the best interests of the Pastoral Charge or the Pastoral Relationship. I've been held to task for my actions and behaviour - the 'CHURCH' was held accountable for structural problems while the report itself perpetuated and promoted the very behaviour that was problematic.

The bottomline is that Ministry personell are PEOPLE. Like Shakespeare's Shylock, we have feelings, we bleed, we hurt, we remain are affected by many things and often we are left in a very harsh and lonely place by the political machinations that mark small rural pastoral charges that are simply un-healthy.

The fire three years ago laid bare the deep divisions that exist in Minnedosa, both the Church and the Community. In the hours after the fire I contacted resources across North America who had experience in church fires, and they counselled me to prepare for, and equip the people for a fire storm of emotion that will do far more damage than the fire itself ... I tried IN VAIN to bring those resources into the community - even the books I bought AT MY PERSONAL EXPENSE (most of which were never returned) were largely ignored. The few people who borrowed and read them valued them and asked for more resources - but almost NONE of those who read the books were on the Board - the Board arrogantly assumed it had all the answers!!

Three years later the perpetuation of injustice remains ...

Oh, and the references I make to current events are not about comparing those events to the things I've experienced ... I use current events to illustrate the trends and machinations that are at work BEHIND the experiences I've been through ... THERE is a DIFFERENCE.

I cited the Bill Hicks' appearance on Letterman, not because I wanted an apology from Letterman, but because I LOVE HICKS' comedy, and discovering he had FINALLY made his last appearance on Letterman was notable.

My references to current events is part of Barth-ian preaching - the Word of God in one hand, and the Newspaper in the other ... in a context where the majority of preaching has fallen into an insipid, namsy-pansy, warm pink fuzzy justification for complacency and inaction - preaching from the WORD this is not only uncommon, it is also very uncomfortable. I don't really expect most of my colleagues, nor those active in the United Church to understand the difference, nor to comprehend the finer details of this ... but then again, I am not writing for those in the Church who can't see such things, I am writing for those who want to CHANGE the way things are and experience the transformation of the Spirit that is promised by our faith when we stop the small minded machinations ...

AND, for the record - I have a very happy life ... I've gotten free of the toxic cesspool of Minnedosa. Rampant teenaged drinking and recreational sex, "secret" affairs by prominent and supposedly "RESPECTED" community leaders, and horrendously hypocritical behaviours by those who will smile to your face but stab you in the back have no appeal to me ... I'm quite happy to live my life away from that - particularly when I know NOW that the active gossiping about me was a vain attempt to divert attention from the skeletons that threatened to fall out of many closets ... skeletons that are tumbling ALL OVER the floor for people who are suddenly learning that their excrement really does smell ...

Three years after the fire ... the wound remains un-healed ... I've moved on ... BUT I'll openly express my GRIEF that it has meant leaving a Church that I have loved since my childhood. A Church I have proudly and passionately served. A Church that could be so much more than it is, if only the toxic leadership was removed.

I love my life ... but I weep for my Church ... and I have ample reason, far beyond Minnedosa to have tears welling in my eyes ... as do others who care about their faith and their Church ...

What if ...

This week I was trying to remember what I preached about three years ago back in February of 2006 ... mid-way through the Childrens' Time this morning I realized WHY I had no recollection of preaching three year ago in 2006 ...

The second Sunday in February of 2006 fell on February 12th ... and that day began for me in the darkness before 6am when Bob Mummery, then editor of the Minnedosa Tribune phone me and told me the Church was on fire ...

That day ended 18 hours later standing on Main Street at midnight looking at the gaping hole that had 24 hour earlier been a magnificent Century old building of worship and community ... The spiral that began that morning continues ... and sadly the powers that be have pronounced everything to be healthy and "fine." Yet, the vacant lot remains ... and resolution remains elusive ... but, for the community leaders in Minnedosa, they attained their goal of running me out of town and returning to the status quo ...

And oh, what a lovely status quo it is ... the skeletons that are falling out of the closet would make any day-time soap opera fan blush ... the sniping from the leadership of the community and the church leaves me scratching my head in bewilderment - if the comments they offer to me are reflective of the care, compassion and understanding they offer to others, we are well and truly screwed ... and a community remains broken and grieving while the elite few pat themselves on the back and offer high-fives for their "accomplishments" and their "faithfulness" while no one dares to name the reality that continues to unfold ...

I wonder how differently things could have turned out if boundaries had been properly observed, if backbones had been grown and instead of taking the easy route of casting out the troublesome outsider, the leadership from the Greater Church had taken seriously the call to action likened to the upcoming lectionary reading that had people carrying the paralytic man over their heads and lowering him to the feet of Jesus, and had responded in faith with justice as the goal rather than expedience and political necessity ...

We will never know ... the journey over the last three years has been on of loss upon loss, and when I speak of my experiences I'm accused of whining, bitching, not letting it go ... and countless other compassion and understanding accusations (curiously - most of which are misspelled !! - WHAT does THAT tell us about the anonymous commenters ??).

Looking back, I can't help but marvel at the goal of the three who set and started the fire - their perverse goal was lash out at the Church and hurt it ... in the days after the fire we took pride in the fact that they hadn't "hurt" the Church, they had only burned down a building ... sadly, the leadership - both lay and clergy that rushed in to help succeeded where the three arsonists failed ...

One day perhaps they will see ... and one day the healing can finally begin for more than just the chosen few who have imposed their will upon everyone else ...

Bill Hicks on David Letterman - a long overdue apology!!

David Letterman has always been a class act.

On January 30th, he set right something that never should have happened ... On October 1st 1993, David deleted from his late night talk show Bill Hick's last of 12 appearences on Letterman's stage.

At the time, the routine was dubbed "too controvertial". In retrospect it was BRILLIANT, and typical of Bill's astounding Stand Up.

I've posted the three clips I found on Youtube tonight ... the first is of David acknowledging his mistake, and noting that because of Bill's premature death at the age of 32 a few short months after the erstwhile appearance, an apology could not be delivered to Bill directly.

The second clip that follows the first is David's candid conversation with Mary, Bill's mom. Mary doesn't really pull any punches, and with grace Letterman takes the hits and honours a man who should have been honoured on October 1st 1993 with one last appearance.

And the final clip is the previously un-seen routine that Letterman so foolishly dropped from his programme. Even Letterman notes at the end that it withstands the test of time ... Bill Hicks was THAT GOOD !!!

These three clips prove Letterman to be a class act ... Mary Hicks to be a gracious and wonderful woman ... and Bill Hicks to be a witty, astute, and prophetic voice that used comedy to teach ALL of us about REAL LIFE. (his bit on celebrating the Death and Resurrection of Jesus by telling our children that a Giant Bunny Rabbit left chocolate eggs in the night is hilarious ... the observation that "I've read the Bible. Can't find the word bunny or chocolate anywhere in the book ..." is icing on the cake.

Take time to enjoy on of Comedy's brightest lights ... you won't be disappointed !!!

Thanks Mr Letterman - you did good !!!!

Bill Hicks on Letterman - Part Two - Bill's Mom!!

Bill Hicks on Letterman - Part Three - the infamous routine !!

Hope is ...

Jim Wallis once said - Hope is believing inspite of the evidence, and watching the evidence change ...

Today Jim Wallis is one of those appointed by President Barack Obama to sit on an advisorary committee to oversee how Faith Based Organizations can help address some of the many challenges facing the US using Federal support and Federal Money. George Bush's idea has been morphed by the new administration into something broader, and more socially responsible than the narrow operating definition that had marked the previous few years ...

There are those who said Wallis and other activist were tilting at windmills ...

Maybe they were ...

But today we have an intelligent, articulate and outspoken ACTIVIST in the highest office in the United States of America who has not only embodied Hope, but is helping the evidence change ...

In his first two weeks in office, President Obama has set a very different course than his predecessor. His pronouncements on a wide range of topics show a man who is not only highly intelligent and highly aware, but who is willing to tilt at windmills that NEED TO BE KNOCKED DOWN.

Last night's denouncement of the Republicans who want "stimulus not spending" cuts through the hollow rhetoric and demands that they simply piss or get off the pot ...

Too bad we can't have that kind of leadership in the United Church of Canada ... instead we have our own Republicans who posture and pontificate and ultimately do nothing but protect their positions of privilege and power ... one day they will see ...

Until then, the prophetic voices that have echoed since the time of Amos and his kin continue to speak out and be marginalized and ignored ... rather than listening to the validity of their words, The Church continues to ignore and cast out those who do not fit the mould. Yet ironically, all the while the leaders of the Church fill their shelves with books like "The Audacity of Hope", "Faithworks" and "The Call to Conversion" because they erroneously and comfortably believe that the ideas contained within are somewhere "over there" and have no direct bearing on the day to day reality of The Church ...

Hmmm ... remember a guy named James Gareth Endicott???

The Church said he was wrong ... for years they condemned and reviled him ... and in time The Church apologized to him for being WRONG.

Just because the so-called "majority" says the sky is mauve, doesn't make it so ... The Prophetic voices are calling us to faithfulness, NOT tilting at windmills ... ignoring those voices, including mine, is a choice. But like those who shook their heads at Amos, Gandhi, King, Wallis and even Obama, you do so at your peril ...

The evidence is CHANGING ... we can be part of the change, or we can continue to oppose it ... but given that change is a gift from God, there is really only one response - and opposition ain't it!!

Action or inaction ...

Edmund Burke observed that the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men and women to do nothing ... In Mayerthorpe Alberta two men have learned that lesson the hard way ... They knew what their associate was going to do. They helped him return to his farm, and helped him obtain weapons ... and yet they did nothing.

When they were first charged the HOWLS of "entrapment" and "framed" and so on were loud and unending ... yet, when the trial happened, we learned that they indeed confessed, not just to being involved, but to inaction when THEY KNEW what the gunman was about to do.

Four Mounties - FOUR members of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police would be alive today if those two men showed some backbone and did what was RIGHT, rather than acting in fear, and allowing a toxic neighbour to continued his reign of terror unfettered and unopposed.

Unfortunately, these two men who will now serve time in prison for both their action and inaction, are not unique. Small towns are filled with people JUST LIKE THEM, who will chose to do absolutely NOTHING rather than risk offending their neighbours, or rocking the proverbial boat. In my ministry experience such behaviour is found throughout our Churches as well ... my experiences in Minnedosa are exactly that - The "Good"Church people bought into the toxicity, and we were repeatedly enabled by each other and the Greater Church to keep the toxicity alive ...

In Vancouver we're hearing about the horrible night when a Polish-speaking traveller was tazered and died in the Vancouver Airport after having spent HOURS wandering around lost and confused ... now some of those who called 911, are wishing they hadn't ... the harshness of the outcome is leading intelligent, good hearted people to reconsider doing the right thing ...

As I look back over my journey, I wonder how different the outcome would have been if more had been done to stand up to the toxic, evil people who happily spread lies and gossip, and who callously engineered yet another ousting of a minister from their community ... this complicity stretched up the chain of Presbytery to my colleagues who lied and also did nothing as a system was manipulated and misused ...

And when I speak of such things ANONYMOUS comments are offered to ridicule and heckle me, and I am facetiously asked - "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Most frustrating for me, is seeing the parallels between those erroneous voices who responded to the charges against the two men complicit in the Mayerthorpe massacre by crying "frame" and "entrapment" and those who persist in dubbing me the guilty party in Minnedosa, and who will continue to deny the reality of that situation and attack me rather than DO WHAT IS RIGHT.

Justice DEMANDS Good People to ACT ... to speak out ... and to confront their neighbours ... if you doubt this, call up one of the families of the four fallen Mounties and tell them that the two men were innocent, and were framed ... Just because the LOUDEST voices speak out, doesn't make them RIGHT.

And in answer to the question - WHAT DO YOU WANT? that anonymous posters (I wonder why they are so damned reluctant to own their identity and to speak openly to me if I am so wrong about what transpired in Minnedosa??) keep tossing at me ... the answer is simple.

I want JUSTICE.
I want TRUTH to finally prevail.
I want my reputation to be untarnished by the BULLSHIT that was flung around Minnedosa.
AND I want those responsible for destroying my reputation, costing me my job, and forcing me out of town to be held accountable for THEIR actions and for their INACTION ...

MOST of all I want to be able to walk down the street and KNOW that the TRUTH has been told, my reputation has been restored, and the BULLSHIT that flowed from the "good church" people has been shovelled away ...

... I don't think THAT is too much to ask. But then again, in small town politicking, the outsider - be they a Mountie, a Clergy, or anyone else not from "here", is a threat, and it is a small step from doing nothing to stop malicious and hate-filled gossip, to giving a neighbour a ride back to his farm knowing full well the gun he carries is NOT for gopher shooting ... unfortunately, few have the courage to connect the dots and see the big picture ...

Guess I was fortunate it was my house and van that were shot at and not me ...


It's too bad we can't hold such people accountable for their actions and inactions ...

Got Your Toque ????

Today - Tuesday February 3rd is Raising The Roof's Toque Tuesday, wherein they challenge Canadians for the 13th consecutive year to "wear your toque proudly ... to show you care about Canada's Homeless !!!"

Click here to visit Raising The Roof's Toque Campaign Website. Check out the public service announcement video on the side bar link too !!

And today wear your toque to show you care!!!

Flute's even getting in on it !!! She got her hat in Brandon at Home Depot ...

Read the press release on Toque Tuesday by clicking here.

Happy Groundhog Day - NOT!!!

The outside temp is hovering around -29C, with a windchill into the minus 40's ... the sun is shining and the sky is clear !!

That means Minnedosa Mildred, who we've visited before, and her chum, Brandon Bob have seen their shadows this morning. According to tradition, we're in for 6 more weeks of winter ...

I wonder if there current observations count though?

Mildred and Bob have called in their observations from a warm sunny beach somewhere in Mexico where they've escaped from the cold ... they promise to be back when winter is over, but for now are enjoying mojitos in the sun ...

Damned rodents !!

An interesting aside though, the last two Groundhog days have had almost IDENTICAL weather to today ... clear blue sky, biting cold and wicked wind chill ... it REALLY does raise the question - "why do people live here????"

Yup ... ain't that the truth ...

I wonder ...

Many years ago I had the privilege of having breakfast with one of the saints who have helped direct the course of our Church and our society into places the "good" church people didn't want to go ... He shared openly the pain of his experience seeking justice in the Church, and shared candidly the contempt he faced over and over as he spoke about his experiences and the pain of his journey ...

At the age of 6 or 7, he was taken by force from his family and his home and transported thousands of kilometres to a strange environment where he was not only prevented from speaking his language, he was sodomized repeatedly FOR YEARS by one of those appointed by THE CHURCH to care for these young children ...

The abuse was simply and utterly horrendous ... but what followed is unspeakable in its arrogance and callousness ...

He sought justice ... he tried and tried and tried to share the story of his journey - the truth about the pain and suffering he had endured ...

Not only had he lost his language, his culture and his connection to his people ... he lost the connection to his family ... he lost the ability to trust ... he lost the ability to believe ... he lost his innocence and his safety ... he lost much ...

And over and over "The Church" refused to hear his story ... they refused to believe him ... they refused to listen ...

He was accused of making it up.
He was asked - "what did you want the church to do?"
He was challenged that he was exaggerating.
He was called a liar.
He was vilified and ridiculed.
He was pushed aside and ignored ...

Then one day, when he was close to giving up hope and his life was spiralling, his whisper was heard and things began to happen ... he was heard ... he was listened to ... he was believed ... an investigation was launched ... charges were laid ... a trial was held ... and a monster named Plint went to jail for sexually, physically, emotionally and spiritually abusing the children in his care in a place called Alberni ... and the great United Church of Canada was brought to its collective knees, and forced to confront its past ...

The problem was - NO ONE EVER TOLD Willie Blackwater - "I'm sorry ..."

He sat through weeks of trials and no one uttered those words from an official stance ... the lawyers said - "the risk is to great. We could be sued ..." and silence was invoked ...

So he went back to court to DEMAND an apology.

In time he got it ... it's called "vicarious liability" ... and it resulted in the Church and our Government formally saying - "I'm Sorry" for the excesses and abuses of Residential Schools ...

I'm no Willie Blackwater, and I would never compare his journey and his experiences to mine ... the things I've experienced pale in comparison to what he endured and survived ...

I wonder though ... if the utter nonsense I experience when I speak about what happened in Minnedosa is the SAME REACTION that Willie encountered when he started talking about a dorm supervisor "fucking him up the ass" as a scared lonely 7 year old boy???? (His words by the way)

I wonder if anyone in the Church asked Willie if he wanted prayers, a pot luck or what???

I wonder if anyone in the Church would say to Willie - "oh your story hasn't changed ..."

I wonder if anyone in the Church would dismiss Willie so blithely and force him to experience a disciplinary process while Plint, the monster who abused him was allowed to go on with his life??

The abuses I experienced were MINOR and insignificant compared to Willie's ... but looking back I realize that the same forces of injustice that denied Willie his proverbial day in court are the same forces that STILL minimize what I've experience and deny the unfairness of what I've experienced ...

I'm glad I met Willie and was able to know others who never found the courage to step out of the darkness that consumed their life because of the abuse of Plint ... one of my cherished memories is sitting along side a river and having a beautiful native man share his story with the words - "I've never told any one this ..." and he spoke openly and honestly about what Plint had done to him ... and when he finished, HE THANKED ME for listening ... I have shed many tears over his story ... and the fact that he later carried his story with him to the peace and healing of the Spirit World ...

The Church, in failing to own the abuses that it is capable of inflicting serves only to deepen that abuse and perpetuate it ...

I have to wonder if Willie and my friend by the river would have been told that THEY WERE the reason for the conflict and abuse they found themselves in??

I would like to think that wouldn't happen ... but in the modern church, and from what I've experienced - THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. That's how I've been treated ... and the more I dare to speak out about it the more I get blamed ...

And the powers and principalities dare to ask "what justice are you looking for??"

Isn't it obvious yet ???

Silly me ... expecting the blind to see ...

Foolish me for wanting to hear the words - "I'm sorry ..." and to have the truth told instead of the toxic lies that continue to be perpetuated and spread.

Only in The Church ...

It's funny ... after everything I have been through in the Church, I continue to find it remarkable, in a less than positive way that my COLLEAGUES continue to deny the reality of what I endured in Minnedosa ... they continue to shake thier heads and BLAME ME for the violence I've endured, and they even stoop to ridiculing me for raising my voice to protest the bad behaviour of OTHERS, particularly the Church and Community Leadership, that marked the last three years I spent in that community.

I wonder if my esteemed colleagues would be the type to blame the rape victim ??

I wonder if they would tell the family of the lynched black man that he "really had no one to blame but himself"??

I wonder if they tell the homeless First Nations guy on the street to "get a job"??

I can't help but wonder ...

The list of happenings that I posted the other day are not made up - THEY HAPPENED, and yet repeatedly the local leadership, and those in Presbytery and Conference brush such events off with a - "oh, they can't be connected to the Church ..."

To that I say - BULLSHIT, - just because you deny something doesn't make it so ... just because you've cozyied up to the toxic leadership and stumbled over the boundaries that you're so good at telling me to observe doesn't make them innocent nor relieve them of their responsibility.

Justice demands a courageous stand, and such a postion begins by no longer blaming the victim ... it is increasingly obvious that The United Church wouldn't know JUSTICE if it tripped over it ...

Thank God there are still those out there who not only know what justice is - but are working hard to bring it into being ... to bad they are outside the Church ...

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Sapper Sean David Greenfield,

a member of 24 Field Engineer Squadron,

2 Combat Engineer Regiment

based out of Petawawa, Ont.,

serving with the 3rd Battalion of the

Royal Canadian Regiment Battle Group.

He was age 25.

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Lest We Forget
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Hmmm ... maybe it's time ...

Let's see ... slashed tires ... shots at my house and my vehicle ... anonymous calls to Children and Family services levelling false accusations of beating and abusing my children ... hate-filled anonymous emails accusing me of all manner of action and sin ... gossip and lies being told and re-told around a community ... a shattered reputation and the loss of my job to say nothing of my career ... bearing the lions' share of the blame when small minded toxic souls are allowed to continue thier reign of terror and error unfettered ... and a totally unresponsive and uncaring Presbytery and Conference when these things are occurring ...

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Then like a cherry on top of a nasty unpalatable sundae, my colleagues continue to BLAME me for all that occurred in Minnedosa rather than hearing the voices from within the community and those who have experienced the EXACT same thing over and over ...

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Today I had a conversation with someone who not only understands what I've been through, and the experiences that the last three years represents, they have first hand knowledge of the places and personalities involved ... and they came inviting me to re-consider my opposition to the Unionizing of the Clergy of the United Church of Canada ... after a long and frank conversation and the reflective review of what I had endured at the hands of a "caring, inclusive and liberal" denomination, I can't help but wonder if it may be time ...

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Time to seek justice in the Church.

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Time to cast my lot in with the Union movement ... if the last three years have taught me nothing else, it has taught me that Clergy are disposable in the eyes of the Church, and there is simply no justice in that ...

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And JUSTICE is foundational to our faith ... and perhaps the ONLY way for that to happen is by Unionizing the Clergy and protecting others from the abuse and violence to the body and soul that I and others have endured ...

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"Mommy Don't"

The story of Karissa Boudreau's horrific death at the hands of her own mother has left me absolutely sickened today (click here to read the CBC.ca account - 'Mommy, don't,' Bridgewater girl pleaded in last moments of life ) ... The 12 year old's disappearance last year and then the discovery of her body followed months later by the charging of her mother in her death left me appalled ... but to learn today the circumstances of this beautiful young girl's death at the hands of her own mother leaves me weeping ...

But to hear that Karissa's last words were the plea - "Mommy don't ..." leaves me sick to my stomach at the depravity that is revealed by such a bone-chilling action by her own mother ...

The death of a 12 year old is bad enough ... but the circumstances of this young girl's death are beyond description ... there are simply no words to adequately describe the horror and the outrage that this represents ... happenings like this represent the deepest darkest moments of humanity's total depravity ... I pray that Karissa is given a special place in whatever lies beyond this life - she deserves no less!!

Hug your kids ... appreciate them ... and thank God for them ... THEY deserve no less from their parents, guardians and care-givers!!

"What shall I do today ????"

It would appear that Flute's theme song has become Pippi Longstocking's "O What shall I do today" along with the mischievous nature that the red headed cherub brought to life both in print and on stream. It's a safe bet though, that Flute could teach Pippi a few things ...

Last night Flute was savagely attacking the love seat in my living room. Our first thought was that one of her chew toys had fallen into the crack at the back of the cushions ... WRONG!!!

The digging continued after we searched in vain for a toy ... investigating it further I was HORRIFIED to discover a wide assortment of crumbs, vitrified food stuffs and other unidentifiable detritus ... three children claimed innocence on the chunks of toast (or dried bread) that came up out of the deep dark recesses of the love seat ... Thinking about it this morning, it is possible they are indeed innocent ... Flute's list of consumed and otherwise chewed on items is nothing short of impressive:

- four loaves of bread (three whole wheat and one raisin)
- one jar of Nutella
- one jar of Peanut butter
- four (and counting) bran muffins (THANKFULLY, NOT all at once!!)
- one pair of winter boots (Ms. H's)
- one pair of hiking boots (Mine)
- one pair of running shoes (Mine)
- one blanket (Flute's - a two dollar ValuVillage special)
- one package of croissants
- one bowl of chicken fat and skimmings (at M's - did in the bowl too!!)
- one set of Build-a-Bear fancy dress shoes (Ms. H's)
- one wall map of Canada
- one gift package from the Veternarian
- one bag of dog food (obviously she thought it was self serve THAT DAY!!)
- many bowls of cat food
- one extension cord (it was PLUGGED IN at the time!!)

... and then of course there was the four day fiasco of the baby gates:

I wanted to keep Flute penned in while I went to work, and she would have NOTHING to do with the two kennels we have for that purpose ... the metal kennel is bent from her frantic fight to escape (something she managed to do on the first day by pulling the latches apart with her teeth!!!)

Wanting to be a bit more civilized, I penned her in the back room with a baby gate ... a single baby gate was a waste of time ... she was over it no doubt seconds after the front door closed ...

So, a second baby gate was purchased and placed firmly on top of the first ...

At lunch that day I returned to find Flute lying happily on the love seat, awaiting my arrival. The gates we pulled down and lying on the floor in the hall way ...

Naive to the core. That night I installed wooden strapping to hold the gates in place. The next morning I admired my handiwork and left Flute behind TWO baby gates held firmly in place with wooden strapping firmly affixed to the wall !!!

Oh, what a fool am I ...

At lunch that day I returned to find Flute again sitting happily on the love seat, and the gates seemingly untouched ... at the end of lunch I returned her to the back room and closed the gates ... I turned away from her momentarily and when I turned back she was staring at me over the TOP of the two baby gates ... her tail wagging almost three feet from the floor !!!!

With comedic timing, she blinked then looked up and side to side as though to reassure me that she wasn't about to climb over, but was merely inspecting the gates and the surrounding walls and ceiling ...

"Get down!!" I growled, and she complied with haste equal to that she had exhibited in attaining her perch.

I then foolishly secured a metal mesh over the top of the gates and left for work, confident that I had finally prevailed in this battle of wits ...

BOY, was I wrong ...

My phone rang at the end of the afternoon and Ms H informed me that Flute got out ... "leave everything alone, I want to know how!!!!"

Later, an examination of the gate and metal mesh revealed the metal mesh was bent and mis-shapen by her egress ...

Still undaunted, I bought several yards of clear acrylic that I then secured to the gates with glue, and staples to prevent dear sweet Flute from climbing the gate. I presumed that if she couldn't get her claws into the mesh of the gates she couldn't climb over ...

The next morning I left for work having feeling very very confident that she would be securely ensconced behind the gates when I returned home at lunch time ...

As they say - Pride precedeth a fall ...

I returned home twelve minutes later.

TWELVE MINUTES !!! I checked the clock when I pulled out of the drive way and when I came back ... TWELVE MINUTES later I stood in the hall way and was confronted with the image of Flute surrounded by the shredded remnants of the acrylic plastic that has been stripped from the gates !!!!!!

Twelve minutes for her to reduce two hours of work to trash !!!!

Twelve minutes to show me that I had well and clearly lost the battle of wits !!!!

Twelve minutes ...

Now Flute spends her days on the above mentioned Love seat surrounded by an assortment of chew toys and other items that are HER'S, and thus far she has not wreaked havoc on my house while we are away at work and school ... but no doubt as the front door closes, the song - "O what shall I do today??" begins to play ...

Life with Flute is many things, but boring is not an apt descriptor ...

(oh - the photo is Ms H's!!!)

Just for fun ...

This song is just plain fun ... leave it to an Irish Band to come up with THIS !!

25 years ago today ...

While filming a Pepsi ad, Michael Jackson suffered serious burns to his scalp when his hair caught fire ... Today, Jian Ghomeshi connects the precipitious decline of Michael's career and personal life to this incident, noting that he never really regained the "charm" he had prior to this happening ...

I wonder ...

But for now, I find it hard to imagine that it was 25 years ...

As they note in The Bucket List - "like smoke through a key hole" ... time goes too fast ...

The BBC notes Michael's mishap by looking back: click here

Wisdom from his mother ... dare we listen??

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In his book "The Audacity of Hope" President Obama notes:

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"For my mother, organized religion too often dressed up closed-mindedness in the garb of piety, cruelty and oppression in the cloak of righteousness."

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It's funny, in a very profoundly sad way - but when I read that this weekend I found myself agreeing with that simple and direct statement. It summarizes the experiences I've had in the United Church of Canada ... but most depressing and disheartening of all, when I've spoken out against such things I have consistently been bullied into silence, been threatened, and have been blamed for the problem ... my colleagues - those who should be numbered among the enlightened and the aware will say - "you're the problem" or "you can't change people" or they will simply close their eyes to the problem and continue to be complicit in allowing the toxic behaviours to continue.

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For those who minister with closed eyes there is no room in the modern church for afflicting the comfortable and as a result, the words of the Prophets warning the fatted cows to change their ways fall on deaf ears ... blind and deaf, the Church stumbles towards oblivion under the leadership of those who are enamoured by the ways of the world and who will not speak even a whisper against those who are so aptly described by the likes of President Obama's mother and thousands of others who have no such venue to speak their Church experience ...

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Thankfully God has not given up on the Modern Church, and the prophetic voice is not lost ... Chapter Six of President Obama's book speaks prophetically if we dare to listen ...

Congrats ...

Today on the Noon Show on CBC Radio One in Manitoba, Chipperfield Coffee Company was featured as a 'Must See' point on Stuart McLean and the Vinyl Cafe's tour stop in Minnedosa Manitoba, with proprietor and owner Ross M, sharing some of the delightful attributes of this corner of rural Manitoba.

I'd like to think I had a small part in helping make it happen with my invitation to Stuart on his last tour through Western Canada that saw him travelling from Saskatoon to Brandon (look on a map Hwy 16 goes right past Minnedosa!!). 'Stop in for a cup of coffee and a visit,' I urged him on behalf of the owners and staff of a once cherished place in my life ... and my call last week to CBC plugging Chipperfields as "a place for Stuart to visit." I wasn't alone in naming Chipperfields as the "must see" place ... but I started that campaign months and months and months ago ...

I honestly hope that Stuart takes time to stop in and meet the real life inspiration behind the character J--, who featured so prominently in my stories over a The Chipperfield Chronicles, and I hope Stuart gets a chance to see the many good things in Minnedosa, and meet some of the truly wonderful people who call that town home ...

I wish Ross and Bonnie well on this upcoming visit, and I hope it brings them and the good folks who stop by Chipperfields lots of good things ...

Chipperfields is still a place I miss deeply, and this wondrous coming together of one of my favourite radio programmes (complete with the books and cds) The Vinyl Cafe and one of my favourite places - Chipperfield Coffee Company, fills me with nothing but profound sadness that I simply can not be part of it ...

Such is the vagaries of life ... for now - Congrats Ross and Bonnie - I truly hope everything goes well!! You've earned it.

A Little Housekeeping ...

I've been busy with a bunch of different stuff going on lately, and so have been a tad remiss in keeping up with my postings here ... there have been a number of things that I wanted to blog about, but didn't for one reason or another ...

Today though I've been cleaning up some things and realized I had missed out on linking my latest contribution to the Wheat City Journal. It was a bit of a response to the piece in the Brandon Sun I had commented on previously (click here for that article)

To read my latest column in the Journal - click here.

And stay tuned, I'm in the process of posting some of my sermons from the last few weeks over at Meditative Moments ...

What if ...

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Last night the coverage on CBC Radio lead to a whistful conversation about Canadian Politics between Noahkila and I ... we mused on the popularity of Obama, and the wish of Canadians to have a leader like him ...

Then we mused about the possibility of Canadian voters writing the words "Barack Obama" on the ballot in the next election ...

Imagine the Constitutional Crisis that could result if all 308 seats in the Canadian House of Commons went, by a write-in campaign, to Barack Obama ...

"Gee we didn't see that one coming ..." would be an understatement !!

The bottom line is that we need a Barack Obama on the Canadian political scene ... maybe a write-in campaign might be a good place to start ...

Truth will always prevail ...

In the past, I've been accused of being anti-American ... it's an accusation that has been thrown around fast and furiously at times ...

It is an accusation that is simply untrue and without basis in reality ...

I have never been a fan of soon to be FORMER President George W. Bush, or his restrictive, conservative, and regressive policies.

I have been open in my contempt and dislike of Mr Bush and what his presidency represents in the world ...

I have said SINCE SEPTEMBER 11th 2001, that I didn't fear another terrorist attack so much as what Bush's administration was capable of doing in response to the horrific attacks that day ... history has borne that fear out ...

I have many wonderful and cherished friends who are American.

I have a love for many things American.

Just not President Bush and what he has done to his nation, his people and our world.

Today I can and proudly say - I AM NOT ANTI-AMERICAN !!!

Today I am proud to be a neighbour to a nation that is about to celebrate the inauguration of President Barack Hussein Obama !!!!

Today I can say only: "God Bless America, and President Obama !!!" and I say it with great joy!!

Moving Day ...

I found this yesterday - it kind of says it all ...
Thanks to Bill Gallagher and CommonDreams.org for this astute commentary on what has been ...

He had political pedigree and little else. He was a child of privilege and entitlement. His name, not his merit, brought him to Yale and Harvard where the affirmative action of legacy provided him slots denied to the more accomplished lack ing his royal family's wealth and heritage.

For him, life was like an elite box of chocolates where he always knew what he would get. Just ask daddy and it's done. Do what you like, fail and never face the consequences.

He cut in line to get into the Air National Guard and avoid the perils of a war he said he supported but others- those with no influence or money- should bleed and die for. He skipped officer candidate school, got a direct commission and become a pilot, just like daddy.

Duty quickly bored him. Neglect and dereliction marked his service. He has yet to explain his whereabouts for the entire year of 1972. He mothballed his flight suit and spent hard hours working on the Houston nightlife, snorting cocaine in the company of his dearest friend, Jack Daniels.

In business, he failed consistently. His M.B.A degree was of little use in the oil business as he bet on dry hole after dry oil. Bankruptcy would look bad on his resume so his daddy's friends consistentl y bailed him out.

In one of his business ventures, he used inside information to unload stock that was about to tank. He got caught. A friend of his daddy's at the S.E.C. slapped his hand and he promised he wouldn't steal again from the other shareholders. The report on the dirty dealing remains sealed to this day.

He failed in his first flirt with politics, loosing a race for a congressional seat. If only it ended there. But the family's political gene is never recessive. Politics is power and power means money. We must protect our investments. Besides, the glory and comfort are fun.

His daddy's run for the White House pumped up his campaign adrenaline and he chose to hang out with political thugs and right wing religious leaders, a foretaste of his own climb to the top. Daddy had to settle in as Ronald Reagan's Veep until his turn came later.

His boy wanted to cash in on his daddy's success and have some of his own. Brain damaged a and tired from decades of hangovers, he gave up the booze and found Jesus. But he never treated the demons and they still gripped his soul.

He became a textbook dry drunk, no longer drinking but still lost in clouded thinking.

He was unyielding, inflexible and extreme. The stinking thinking made him testy, prone to erratic behavior and mood swings. He followed his gut resulting in delusions and deceptions.

Single-mindedness and grandiosity drove him.

He refused to listen to anyone who disagreed with him. Later, in departing the public stage, he said," I have followed my conscience and done what I thought was right." In fact, he could never admit error and is incapable of remorse. That would require reflection and introspection, abilities beyond his damaged mind. Daddy's pals set him up with a piece of a baseball team. No capital of his own, just a famous name and backslapping style. He liked the game and through public subsidies-welfare for the wealthy- his shares blossomed into millions of dollars, his own private fortune.

He longed to become Commissioner of Baseball. The owners wouldn't have him, worried that he lacked management and executive skills. Oh their prophetic souls! But really how much harm could he have done to baseball? Instead he went out to bring great harm to a nation and world.
With money, a famous name and willingness to spread rumors that the incumbent Texas Governor, Anne Richards was a lesbian, he won his first elective office. Running Texas was easy. He didn't have to do much. The State constitution gave most of the power to the legislature and Lieutenant Governor.

He could sit back, enjoy his title and grandeur, reward campaign contributors and polluters, and sign execution orders that included many people with demonstrable mental disabilities and illnesses.

But now, his resume showed he was a leader and he set his sights on the office from which the voters had unceremoniously booted his daddy. He was confident he could bring the family restoration and the Republican moneyed interests, especially from oil and insurance companies, quickly rallied around the candidate with the familiar name. They trusted him to protect their interests. They were right.

He didn't win the election but his daddy's friends on the U.S. Supreme Court stopped the vote count in Florida, spit at democracy and selected a manifestly unfit man to become President of the United States.

He promised decency and compassion, but delivered division and cynicism. Every policy, every decision was based on politics, not on what the facts indicated. He coasted and enjoyed the trappings of office and the game of politics. He was a superb fundraiser.

He gave huge tax cuts to his rich friends, paying for them with debt he passed on to working class Americans. Wages dipped, poverty grew and millions of jobs disappeared. Millions more would loose health care.

The environment meant nothing to him. Climate change did not exist. He handled natural disasters with indifference and stunning incompetence. The poor and dispossessed suffered greatly under his watch..

The defining moment of his presidency came- not on September 11th as he likes to think- but the month earlier on August 6, 2001. That's when a CIA briefer told him the agency was getting fresh information and presented him with a report entitled: " Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S."

In his usual flippant manner, he told the briefer " Okay, you covered your ass." There is not a scintilla of independence evidence showing that he did anything about the dire warning. No heads up to airlines, in spite of other intelligence indicating al Qaeda had plans to hijack airplanes and use them like bombs. No summoning of the National Security Council. No consultations with allies.

He went back to playing video games and cutting brush at his Crawford, Texas ranch, the Potemkin village his handlers urged him to buy to polish his image as a regular guy.
The episode brought all his inadequacies to the forefront-incurious, disinterested, intellectually lazy, visceral, glib and supremely confident, above all else, in his own ins tincts.

He had surrounding himself with a fawning set of simpering sycophants. If they had worries about his grasp of matters of great importance, they wouldn't dare tell him. He didn't like hearing uncomfortable truths. Those who dared to quickly departed.

The preventable tragedy of September 11th became an opportunity that would not be missed. His negligence and malfeasance- with the shameless compliance of the slavish mainstream media- would be transformed into the image of the brave leader who would heal a wounded nation and seek revenge on those responsible for the carnage.

Fear and cowardice were his greatest allies. Congress gave him authoritarian powers. Others, he seized in secret, spying on tens of millions of Americans outside the law. He trampled on a Constitution he considered a quaint nuisance. He approved torture and committed war crimes.

He deceived and lied about the threat of a nation that had nothing whatsoever to do with September 11th but with the unabashed complicity of the media he peddled a propaganda campaign that convinced a majority of Americans that the threat was real and imminent and involved nuclear weapons.

The war was a breeze and in no time mission accomplished. When the insurgency began he said, " Bring 'em on." He created more debt to pay for the war that would soon cost a billion dollar a month. Military contractors raked in fortunes for shoddy and phantom work.

More than one million Iraqis were killed or maimed and, so far, 4200 Americans were have died. When his lies for waging war were exposed all he could say was that it was " a disappointment."

He has done nothing to help the Palestinians or work for peace in the Middle East. He has insulted and ignored our neighbors Canada and Mexico and alienated nearly every other nation in the Western hemisphere.

The United States is now viewed as the world's bully and hostility toward our nation has grown dramatically. We are less secure. Our allies are few and he created more enemies.

The American people ultimately must bear the responsibility for the incalculable damage done to the nation. Most of them bought the big lies and, when given the opportunity, failed to boot him out of office. One of every four still approves of the job he did.

He's shutting down the Crawford ranch, moving to a swank, gated community in Dallas and returning to his base- the country club set. He'll drink again, write a book, ride his bike, play golf, make tons of money and try to get his relatives elected to office to carry on the family business.

This week brings us hope. But, tragically, the consequences of vile deeds will live on for some time. The long national nightmare George W. Bush brought our nation is far from over. History will remember him as the worst president in our history. We must pray to never see another like him.

This article is borrowed from here

It's ALL about one word:

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OBAMA !!

and with this one amazing word

comes

hope,

change,

progress,

and

so much more ...

For many years there has been talk of

changing the wind.

Today it seems inevitable ...

And the dream lives on ...

Today is Martin Luther King day,

a day to reflect,

a day to remember,

a day to commit ourselves

to making our world a better place.

Tomorrow

the dream continues:

(What an amazing time to be alive !! )

One of those moments ...

Last night President Bush tried to put a positive spin on his Presidency, by saying that the United States has been spared a Terrorist Attack since September 11th 2001 ... he failed to mention the thousands of casualties that have resulted from the wars he started in Afghanistan and Iraq, and the untold suffering the civilians of both countries have experienced in his so-called "war on terror" ...

My lasting memory of 9/11, the dramatic collapse of the towers not-with-standing, is the 343 Firefighters who died that day ... 343 heroes who were climbing the stairs, directing the rescue effort, and DOING THEIR JOBS ...

Yesterday juxtaposed against a lame-duck president posturing for posterity was the lasting image of the New York City Fire Department doing wjhat they are trained to do once again ... beyond the startling images of a jetliner floating in the murky waters of the Hudson River, what has stuck with me is the beautiful image of New York City Fire Department rescue boats and vessels standing by and doing what they are trained to do ...

Today I thank God for two things ... that we have only four days left of Mr Bush's presidency, and that in spite of chaos people like he and his administration create, we have real-life heroes like the New York Fire Department who continue to do thier job and help keep us safe, and aid us when bad things happen ...

The Flight Crew of the US Air jet are heroes, as are the many Ships' Captains, Police, Coast Guard and FireFighters who arrived on scene and helped enact the Miracle on the Hudson as it has been rightly dubbed !!!!

Thank God for Heroes, wherever we find them !!

A man of great character ...

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I just read online that British writer SirJohn Mortimer

has passed away at the age of 85.

While his face may not be known to many,

his name likely rings a distant bell ...

... in addition to a number of delightful novels,

Mortimer is the creator of many memorable characters

who lurked the halls and back alleys around the Old Bailey.

Mortimer is perhaps best known for the crotchety

old lawyer played to perfection

by the late actor Leo McKern:

Farewell Sir Mortimer,
and
farewell Rumpole,
She Who Must be Obeyed,
and the
many other characters
Sir John Mortimer
brought to live in his writing.

YEAH !!!!

Last night I played around with my new-ish coffee maker (I got it in late November, but have never had a chance to full utilize its programmable features!) and with my fingers firmly crossed I set the timer to brew fresh coffee for 7am ...

This morning I crawled out of a warm bed, ventured into a chilly kitchen and was greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee !!!

The hot mug of coffee was a beautiful way to start the day ... sometimes it's the small things that make things better !!!

Today it was waking up to a lovely cup of steaming coffee !!!

It was of course - FAIR TRADE !!!
What a great way to start the day !!!

What the HELL ??!!??!!

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Yesterday's temp: a whooping -37C

The temp at this moment: a mild - 27C

Predicted HIGH for today: a balmy -6C

Tomorrow's predicted high: a positively tropical -1C!!

That's a 40 degree change in 24 hours !!!!

Time to break out the shorts and golf clubs !!

Okay, maybe it's NOT that warm,

but it's a helluva lot warmer than it was,

even Flute lingered in the backyard this morning

rather than her typical squat and dash !!

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"Yeah, but it's a dry cold ..."

If you're easily offended - STOP READING NOW ... I'm going to talk about my maternal uncle - known as Drake, and use the terms he used, and that I am known to use from time to time ...

Uncle Drake, the eldest of the seven children born to my maternal Grandparents prided himself on being a SHIT-DISTURBER ... he used to quip that he wanted to be buried face down so the world could "kiss my ass" ... and underneath the crusty and crumudgeonly exterior beat a heart of gold ... he was far from perfect, but he had a heart that was big and generous and loving ... he just liked to stir the pot ... (seems to be a familial trait ... along with the loss of hair !!??)

But what I remember about Uncle Drake on days like this, with the windchill close to minus 50, was his reflection on the time he spent working on oil derricks in Southern Alberta, and logging in south-eastern BC ... the temps the winters he spent in Alberta bottomed out in the minus 50's BEFORE the windchills kicked in ... (My late-father in law used to muse about the same winters he spent in the Chilcotin ranching - his descriptions of cold matched those of Uncle Drake, though the two never met ...)

Drake once described the experiences of watching steel snap in the cold, and oil derricks collapsing as girders shattered and snapped in the extreme cold ... he ended the story by saying:

"Then I get home to Ontario and people would say, 'yeah, but that's the dry cold of the prairies. You don't feel it the way you do here. The damp cold of minus 20 here is like minus 50 out there ...' "

Drake would grin and say - "Dry cold or damp cold, when it's cold enough to snap steel, it's just fuckin' cold !!"

Today was a Drake kind of day ... it was just F-----' cold !!!!

This morning ...

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This morning,

the sun is shining,

the wind is blowing,

and

the MINUS 35 temps

felt like

minus 50 !!!

That's

-31F

&

-58F

I am very very very thankful

for the Kelsey Trail

Arctic Parka I gladly wear on days like this!!

Farewell to Khan and Number 6 ...

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Khan, Mr.Roarke, former Chrysler spokesperson,

and star of numerous films and tv shows,

actor Richardo Montalban,

dead at 88.

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Known for his number rather than his name,

Number 6 actor,

Patrick McGoohan

dead at 80.

Today, the Trekkies and the cult following of The Prisoner,

have lost their icons ...

(I'll proudly confess to being fans of both)

Alas, thanks for the memories from these gentleman actors!!

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Chalk it up to cabin fever ...

Outside temp: -34C
Wind chill: - 45C
Inside: four people in a tiny little house and one very hungry dad ...

I found the tortilla chips, but couldn't find any dip ... because of a tomato allergy, salsa was out and the usual container of spinach dip was empty ... what was I to do??

I won't even begin to explain the circuitous route that took me there, but some how the notion of dipping the tortilla chips in the 2kg jar of crunchy peanut butter seemed viable ...

The outcome: Not a bad snack option ... very good on a very cold day !!

Oh, and for the record - Nutella and Tortilla chips are not quite as good ... but nutella AND peanut butter and tortilla is vaguely reminiscent of peanut butter cups ...

I'll keep you updated on any further culinary creations that may result from the remainder of this winter ... I'm sure you're thrilled !!

This is JUST wrong ...

On CBC this morning I found the story: "Atlanta thieves nab 2 bicycles from ex-president Jimmy Carter" ... Now, there are some people in the world who shouldn't experience such things ... and Jimmy and Rosalind, rank pretty high in that list ...

I have no doubt President Carter is shrugging this off with a smile ... but it is STILL wrong.

I hope if they catch the guy(s) responsible, they are sentenced to working alongside President Carter at a Habitat for Humanity worksite - THAT would be about a just response !!

50 years ago yesterday ...

It was fifty years ago (yesterday) that the journey began ... and the music world has NEVER been the same since ... the list of stars that came through Detroit's Motown is nothing short of IMPRESSIVE !!

It's FREAKY cold !!!!!!!!!!!!

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It's a mere minus 34 C this morning,

with extreme windchills across

most of the province taking the temps

to the range of MINUS 44 !!!

The upside is ...

it is only minus 29 F!!

It's ALL just a matter of perspective !!

The downside is that in Fahrenheit,

the windchill is minus 47!!!!

No wonder Flute kept the morning

constitutional brief!!??

For your listening (and viewing) pleasure ...

I got this by email last night ... it is beautiful ... through music, we can INDEED change the world ... enjoy !!

Just for fun ...

Can't go wrong with a little bit of Hee-Haw ... (REMEMBER that show?)

An Intermission featuring a little Flute ...

Exploring the reef at Grandma Beach's

"I'm NOT auditioning for a part in Blue's Clues!!"

" When you can't find the scraper for the frost, a tongue will work!"

"Sometimes a puppy gets very tired."

pssst ... "don't tell 'dad' I'm up on the new couch!"