A Penguin's Paradise....

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Soooooo, Mueller.

Here is what I surmised from his testimony.


This is a guy who obviously would have rather been having the insides of his eyelids waxed.


He is pretty much incapable of inserting his opinion, which kind of flies in the face of the whole vengeance conspiracy thing.

He is kind of a fact spitter, refusing to insert emotion.

He is exactly the kind of person you would want in charge of something like this.

I know nothing really all that new came to light, nothing that wasn't in the report, but so many haven't read it, it probably was the first time some were hearing the truth.

Of course, the delusion king of the White House once again began to spout off some altered version of what did and didn't happen.

I can't help but wonder what his book reports must have looked like in school.


To Kill A Mocking Bird - A version wherein Tom Robinson really was guilty...

Harry Potter - About a school that should never have let the half-bloods in.

The Outsiders - A virtual DIY of good decisions.

Lord of the Flies - A Happy camping adventure

Animal Farm - A bible.

Little Women - well... I'll just let that one sit there...


Gaslighting... google it

Countless interviews, indictments, convictions, Mueller doesn't have a dog in the fight. He has no reason to fear the truth, no matter where it lies, his only job was t find it. Trump just filed lawsuits to hide his income tax returns, he vetoed bipartisan legislation to prohibit arms sales to his buddy the Prince, in Saudi Arabia. He has told blatant lies about Mueller to try to discredit him, lies even a few of his best asskissers are having trouble defending.

As this guy blows hot air in front of an emblem where Latin has been replaced by the Spanish, "Trump is a puppet" and a two-headed Russian eagle grips cash and golf clubs, as he blows, oblivious to it all, the reality, the truth,  all of it, remains the same.

Mueller said clearly, plainly, and unequivocally, that Russia absolutely did, and continues to put forth robust efforts to interfere with elections.

Mitch Mcconnell and his 'squad' blocked legislation that would take steps to stop it.

It's been proven that Russia helped Trump, Putin was proud to say so on the World stage.

Trump, just last month, sitting at the desk of the oval office, made no bones about the fact that he would be more than happy to again accept that help in 2020.

I can't imagine why Mcconnell's squad would be hesitant to stop the interference.

This is a guy who does racist things over and over again, says racist things over and over again, and has been doing so longer than I've been alive, yet, somehow we are to believe he isn't a racist.


At what point do you just see the duck for what it is?


I hope the storm is almost over, there have been some trees uprooted, some flooding, some damage that will be hard to repair, I can't wait until the clean up begins.



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By the way, whoever thought heatwaves and hot flashes happening simultaneously was a fun idea... you're not funny

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May every summer breeze find you, cool you, bring you relief from the heat.
May the A/C in every public place be set to 'penguin's paradise', and not skip a beat.

May you sleep, uninterupted, flash free, for 10 hours straight.
That is all.



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If The First Chants Had Taken Hold...

Hi!


"Go back to where you came from."



I wonder what the world would look like if that actually happened.


What North America would look like if it had happened 100 years ago, 150 years ago, 200, 300 years ago...

I wonder what it would have looked like if those who heard it first, listened to those who spewed it first.

If we, the habitual colonizers, would have gone back to whence we came at the first protests of those who were here first.

If none of our Grandparents, Great Grandparents, or Great-Great Grandparents had stuck it out at the first choruses of "Go back to where you came from."

If the first chants had taken hold.

If it had worked, North America, most likely would have experienced a very different, much more peaceful history, one created by a people whose traditions were and are rooted in nature, acceptance, and respect of all living things.

Even if it hadn't worked then, but later, say during the famine in Ireland, the wars and corruption in Italy, the unrest in countless other parts of the world, even then, what would New York look like? What would Saskatchewan look like? What would any of it look like without the ingenuity, the skillset, the work ethic, the sheer desire for a better life that comes from those who leave behind everything they have and everything they have ever known for an unfamiliar land filled with hope.

"Go back to where you came from."

A phrase of fear wrapped in hatred, put forth by those who like to spit poison at anything and anyone who they perceive, no matter how delusional, as a threat to their privilege.

A privilege dictated, molded and nurtured by the darkest parts of history. The history, as humankind, we, in the moment, swear to learn from and never repeat. Yet, here we are.


We watch as a figure of power stands before a crowd that blindly follows him. A crowd that ferociously inhales every lie they are being fed, looking to blame the "they" for everything that is wrong in their lives. If only "they" weren't here, hadn't come, would quit coming...

To pretend it isn't racist is ludicrous.

To pretend it doesn't look horrifically familiar is idiotic.

To pretend it isn't dangerous is naive.

To pretend it isn't contagious is just plain stupid.


"Go back to where you came from."


I can't think of a more hurtful phrase, its sole purpose to make the recipient feel less than, like they somehow, don't belong.


Privilege isn't something that is earned, it's simply a notion that was birthed by bigots, was nurtured by nazis, is fostered through fear, and harvested by hatred.


Fact-check what you are being fed. Poison has a way of sneaking up on you, getting under your skin, eventually changing who you are, warping how you see the world, creating imaginary enemies. How else do you explain innocent brown babies in cages?

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May the chants of hatred cease, for the hurtful choruses echo painfully in your grandparents' ears.
May the poisonous barbs be laid to rest, they have no value, deceptive hate-dipped fears.

May you come to understand the strength found in diversity, for every culture has something to teach.
May you come to understand the power of acceptance, the importance of the freedom of speech.

May you strip the blinders and allow yourself to see what is, believe your ears, believe your eyes.
May you strip the blinders, see the cages, feel the metal, hear the hate, hear the cries.


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Feed Your Happy, Feed Your Sane...

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Ahhhhhh summer, the time of year when freezies and popsicles create their own food group. Time to spend time with Aunties and cousins, doing things you don't get to do any other time of year.

Not everyone has a cabin to go to, a camper than enables exploration of our countless lakes, or paid holidays, for that matter.

It's all about making the most of what you can afford in the time available to you.

Creating memories is free.



Water fights and sidewalk chalk, bubble wars and evening walks. Backyard games and sprinkler fun, Tag, you're it! Now, I'm the one! Bike rides and movie nights, marshmallow roasts, and starry sights. Bask in the sunshine, dance in the rain, nap in the fresh air, feed your happy, feed your sane. 


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There's an old saying that has been quoted and paraphrased many times. It refers to the philosophy that all of us have two wolves inside of us. The good wolf and the bad wolf. Which one becomes dominant? The one we feed.

I think this philosophy also speaks to our happiness.

If we are constantly bombarded with negativity, by whatever means, tv, social media, radio, if that is all we feed our souls, how is it even possible to be happy?

If we are constantly bombarded with sunshine and rainbows, we are still only getting partial information. How do we make informed choices doing that?

I think we should treat our intake of information the same way we intake food.

Let's start treating negativity like junk food. It's okay now and then, but you shouldn't consume it every day.


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On a more serious note.

There is a news story that has been in the headlines in the past little while about yet another uber rich jackass. This one is a pedophile. I have a problem with the language used to describe the situation.

They keep referring to these kids as "underage women" What the actual hell is that supposed to mean?! They were not old enough to give consent, whether you put money on the dresser or not changes nothing. They are children, babies. Fourteen. Freakin'. Years. Old. Pedophile.

Child sex trafficking.

The fact that this even exists in our society, in 2019, no less, is disgusting.

If there is a hell, I'm sure he and his likeminded peers, have some prime real estate waiting for them. In the meantime, I hope Karma has a huge party in his honour, where everything, and I do mean everything, he has done comes home to roost.



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May you celebrate the sun, soaking in the warm.
May you enjoy every moment, every blue sky, every rainstorm.

May your wet wipes be wet enough to wipe every melted cone.
May you remember to take all in, and not all through the lens of your phone.



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Cut Out The Side-Eye Crap...

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Well, summer is here and moving fast!

Here's hoping everybody is enjoying it!

Tis the season for camping, weddings, camping at weddings, family reunions, bbq's, s'mores, bug bites, and sunburns.

Tis the season to unplug for a while, watch a sunrise, find some water to float on, eat food with sand in it, share some stories around a fire, watch the sunset, sleep, repeat.

Tis the season to stretch date nights and bedtimes, abandon routines, and embrace a seat-of-the-pants philosophy.

Tis the season for outdoor, live music, from the street corner to the amphitheater, at the lake or in the city, and everywhere in between.

Tis the season that everyone should get to enjoy. Everyone. Not everyone is built like a supermodel, cut out the ridiculous side-eye crap. It's mean, useless, and says way more about the kind of person you are than it does about them.

Tis the season that everyone should get to enjoy. Everyone. People with prosthetics, in wheelchairs, big, small, short, tall, black, white, and every shade of brown. People with alopecia, vitiligo, psoriasis, rosacea, or hypertrichosis. Again, cut the ridiculous side-eye crap.

You're better than that, and if your not, you should be.

Tis the season that everyone should get to enjoy, just let them. It costs you nothing.

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Now, I gotta run, I hear a fire and some s'mores calling my name...


May your days begin with long stretches, without hurry, good coffee, and a smile.
May your days be filled with long walks, and longer naps, the best you've had in a long while.

May the sun shine enough to give time for every summertime game.
May it give way to the clouds just enough to give us a bit of rain.

May your days end with nothing better to do than to watch the slowly sinking sun
May you fall gently into a restful sleep, recharge, ready to embrace another one.


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