Trump: What One Year Has Done

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Not Mocking the Afflicted

 

Instant Karma, it’s called. Those that live by the sword, die by the sword. Watch what you say, it might come back to bite you in the end.

Meryl Streep took Trump to task for mocking a reporter during his presidential campaign, while giving her acceptance speech last January, at the Golden Globes ceremony. In doing so, she may have invoked a spiritual truth, stated above in three different formats.

The news yesterday was full of the awkward moments Trump has had lately with water, by the Fiji bottle and the glassful. Mostly, the media are remembering Trump’s comments about Marco Rubio’s need to drink water while giving a speech.

But this smacks of something more: is Trump’s physical health declining?

 

A Chink in his Armor?

We’ve seen this before: Roosevelt in the 40’s; Reagan in the 80’s. Mostly the press are complicit in the coverup, but this time they are going to town.

Do you remember that image of Trump and Theresa May in the Rose Garden at the White House?

It was passed off as a slightly slippery slope, needing a helping hand. Well, doesn’t that just say it all, now?

 

Jimmy Carter Speaks Out

In October 2017, Carter defended Trump’s mental health, saying that the media were harder on him than any president before him. But Carter is the same man who wanted all presidents to have mental examinations annually, not just physical checkups. The news outlets are now focusing on this fact.

The major thing they are now looking at is Trump’s diminishing vocabulary. Whereas, he was very articulate in the 1980’s, they are noting that he now uses simpler words and phrases: “It’s a very bad thing…”

Well, that will happen over time. It is inevitable. But is it enough to remove him from office? I think not.

 

Conclusion

According to a book about to be launched on the public, Michael Wolff’s “Fire and Fury”, Donald Trump did not expect to win the 2016 Presidential Election. When you look at the past year through that lens, it all begins to make sense.

He was chosen by the American people to be their President for 4 years. He will do his damnedest to make it work. Even if it kills him. Bless.

 

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OMG: You’re the Creator?

The Architect

The Matrix Reloaded writers got it right. Our world is a simulation program that has an anomaly. Us. We have the free will to change the program at any time, but we’re so busy trying to make sense of it, we don’t have time.

Unfortunately, the Coen Brothers also reverted to type when they made this follow-up to the first film: they made it sound even more religious by introducing the concept of Zion. It’s a shame, really, because The Matrix went to the heart of the matter in making Neo the One. The term Messiah means the ‘anointed one’, implying some form of Divine marking, but Neo seems to be born to lead the rebellion against the Machine.

 

 

Biogenetic Engineer

Blade Runner was an amazing film when it was released in 1982. For one thing, the idea of replicants was still a science fiction dream then. Now, we are seeing in the news every day how robots are becoming more human-like.

Eventually, creatures like Roy Batty will be inhabiting our world, and we will have as much trouble separating the wheat from the chaff as Decker does in this movie.

The video shown above gives two interesting ideas an airing: 1) we all want more time; and 2) we are all prodigal children to our maker. Batty’s response is probably built into our program as well. Then we could truly say “God is Dead”.

 

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Programming Ourselves

 

 

Tron: Legacy shows us what can happen when the programs take over the virtual reality world. It looks very much the same as Fascism, doesn’t it?

We are on a threshold here, the threshold of a dream: conquering space. Like Clu, we believe that we can take our systems elsewhere in the Universe and thrive as a species. The Secret Space Program (SSP) was mentioned in last night’s opening episode of the 11th season of the X-Files. But that can’t be true, can it? The chosen few will escape this dying world for a new start somewhere else. Say it isn’t so!

Battlestar Galactica explored this idea such a long time ago, only they disguised it as if it was how life on Earth started. What goes around comes around, right?

 

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Courtesy of TV.com

 

Conclusion

As I wrote earlier this week, we are changing, hopefully for the better. You can see it in posts on social media. You can hear it in the words people speak. You can picture it in your dreams. It’s happening!

Now, to make it work effectively, you must give up your sovereign right to be autonomous. It’s time to let your ego go fly a kite. It’s time to align to the only side that matters: Oneness.

 

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On His Retirement

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Poster from 1979-1980

 

As he comes to the end of a career,

Howard thinks back to the beginning

Of his Credit Union days, when winning

Wasn’t foremost on his mind, nor was fear

About the future: he’d a ship to steer

Right through the rough waters, with waves dinning

Drums of bank rates against North Shore’s spinning

Event of jumping off its safety pier.

Where would we be now without Howard’s keen

Eye for “flakes”, “drunks” and other non-payers?

Lest he forget, we must remind Howard

Of his undying faith in the unseen

Community of C.U. team players,

Kept on track by him who was no coward.

 

Sonnet XVII

July 26, 1984

 

North Shore name change

 

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To Blog or Not to Blog

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THAT is the Question

William Shakespeare would have had no problem answering this one. Writers, by trade, must write. But what if they have nothing to say?

Have you ever known anyone with an opinion holding back? Take reviewers of books and films, for example: even they must produce something for their readers to read; otherwise, what is the point of their existence?

Most days, I can come up with something interesting (at least to me) to say in print. But then, if I really think about it, I wonder if anyone cares what I think. Reminds me of my Afterthought poem.

“No thought had I of anything/ or at least that’s what I thought/ I’d even thought I couldn’t think/ but now I think I never thought.”

This is my self-penned motto.

 

I Blame Facebook

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We have become obsessed with social media. ‘Like’ it or not, we want to know that we’re making our mark in the world.

Yesterday, I saw a video of frozen vape soap bubbles. It had over twenty million views! It had been posted only five days before. They got another 2,000,000 views overnight! But is it important? No. It’s just about soap bubbles.

However, it highlights what is going on: we crave distraction to take our minds off our ‘little’ lives. And somehow connecting with 22 million others makes us feel like we’re part of something bigger than ourselves.

But are we using it for the ‘highest’ good?

 

We are all in this together

 

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The Golden Rule has been a part of religious teaching going back as far as we have written records. But we never seem to get the point, do we?

One percent of humanity cannot benefit while the other 99% do not. It makes no sense, and yet the American Dream is to become part of the 1%. It’s a con, at its worst, a divisive tactic at best. As long as there are “US” and “them”, there can be no union, no cooperation, no success.

When will we wake up?

 

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Humanism: Another Way?

Origin By Dan Brown

 

Evolution versus Creation

Dan Brown, in his latest novel, Origin, has done it again. He has taken the questions we all ask ourselves (“Where did we came from?” “Where are we going?”) and spun another tale of suspense and intrigue, this time pitting science against religion.

So what’s new about that? These two approaches to our understanding have always seemed at odds. What makes this story different is Brown’s use of modern technology as a literary device. That’s ‘novel’.

Ampersand Call Home

This book came out in the middle of October. I did not read anything about it, on purpose, in case I bought the book later. I didn’t want to spoil the effect of breathless excitement while reading his words.

However, this is another Robert Langdon exercise in deciphering clues and the most important one is finding the 47 letter line of poetry that serves as a password for the launch of a earth-shaking presentation.

By mid-November, I had a dream about decoding, which needed a clue to help me remember it. This is the image I found the next day.

 

Ampersand

 

Here is what I wrote about it then:

Take this word for example. We don’t think about it in everyday language, but we use it all the time. The image (above) is a perfect reminder of how a word becomes a symbol.

When it shows up in a sentence, we say “and” without a second thought. And yet it is a shortcut for the Latin word “et”. Most people, these days, do not study Latin, so the ‘reason’ is lost to them.

I’m always amazed when this kind of thing happens: it’s called synchronicity.

ET is the key to the decoding of the password in Brown’s story.

 

Old versus New

Brown has an interesting way of presenting the reader with information. Most of the time, he allows Langdon to be his surrogate, and when something is presented that might be beyond the reader’s understanding, he lets Langdon admit that to himself, thereby letting us all off the collective ‘hook’, as it were.

In this story, the Old/New dichotomy is set up to present us with choices: science or religion; nature or technology; dark or light; bad or good. It’s the same as it ever was. Keep us divided and we will never unite.

There is a unspoken fear at the basis of our concerns: will we continue as a species?

We might, or we might not.

Brown exploits this fear to weave his spell-binding story. I won’t spoil the ending for you, but I would like to point out an interesting concept: IS THERE ANOTHER WAY?

 

A Cast of Thousands? No, Half a Billion

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William Blake’s Urizen (your reason)

 

I cannot remember any other book ticking all the ‘boxes’. And, at the same time, allowing me to guess who was responsible for the events as they unfolded. I wasn’t fooled by any of the red herrings Brown put in my way.

The cast of characters were augmented by some of my heroes, who showed up in many different and splendid ways.

Antoni Gaudi

I’ve been to Barcelona, I’ve seen the buildings. I’ve loved his work.

Winston Churchill

“Never in the course of human events…”

William Blake

His vision was one of a New Earth…

 

Conclusion

I’m a happy puppy. I have to admit it. The book is surprising full of Hope. And the issue of whether one must choose one side or the other is quietly settled by the character, Edmond Kirsch, who is an atheist. (Hence the title of this review.)

But there’s a ways to go yet, so let me leave you with a quote from Albert Einstein:

 

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Christmas 1973

 

Derek Xmas 73

 

The last time my son Derek and I woke up to Santa’s presents in the same house. The following year, we moved to a trailer park, and the year after that, I moved to BC.

 

Chris and Derek 25 Dec 1973

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Adventures in Youth: 6

Canoe POV

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Paddling My Canoe

I practically lived on the water when we lived in Muskoka, Ontario. But I had never gone out by myself in a canoe until my final summer there. I would have been 11.

We must have been visiting a friend’s cottage, because normally there is no way I could have been paddling a canoe in Windermere. For one thing, the dock was a busy centre for motor boats, both inboard and outboard. For another, I would have been swimming, instead.

As I recall, the cottage which was on a smaller lake (the name’s forgotten) was in splendid isolation. But there were islands in the distance which called to me.

One very sunny day, I set out on my own to see if I could make it as far as one of those islands and then get back before dusk.

I didn’t succeed: the island was farther than I thought; and the sun burned my bare legs until they looked like they belonged to a lobster. I made it back late that afternoon, a very tired puppy. And I never did it again.

Two things came out of hat experience: 1) the hair on my legs never really grew; and 2) I may have touched on a past life as a fur trader and explorer. It was enough.

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Adoption: to the 3rd and 4th Generations

Brigitte age 9

 

An Open Secret

Brigitte, pictured above, is the latest in a long line of family members that have been adopted. This happened a month before her 9th birthday.

Working backwards, Brigitte’s mother, Amy, is my adopted child. I was adopted at age 14 by my (natural) mother, Jean, and her husband, Rus. Mom was adopted before she was even 1, and her own birth mother has a questionable link to her family.

This seems to be the new ‘normal’.

But it makes researching our family tree very tricky indeed.

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Adventures in Youth: 5

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Snow Wonders

Growing up in Windermere meant that I lived in the heart of Winter Wonderland. It snowed, and snowed. To the adults living there, this meant a constant battle against nature. To us children, FUN!

I have several memories that specifically include snowbanks, tunnels and skating on the frozen lake. But the ones I will mention here are glimpses of my childhood life.

At 10 year of age, I had become very adventurous. And daring.

 

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Next door to our house was the Windermere Fire Hall. It was no more than a hut with a corrugated mental roof, similar to one shown above. In winter time, it would have been more trouble than it was worth to keep the snow from accumulating on the roof, so this building did the job by itself.

Except for one thing, the snow that slipped off the roof, accumulated on the sides of the building, allowing the neighbourhood children a foothold for trying to scale the heights. I don’t think anyone ever got more than halfway up, but the slide down was precipitous and heart-thumping excitement.

Fortunately, no one ever got hurt.

The other game in town was climbing up on the roofs of the various summer cottages there. The top picture gives an approximation of what it was like.

It was one evening when I found out that being the son of a United Church minister gave me no special privileges.

As usual we had been climbing a snow laden roof, when one of the caretakers came along and told us to get down. (Obviously, we could have caused damage to the cottage or ourselves, for that matter.)

Anyway, I called down to the man, “My dad’s the minister…” To which he responded without missing a beat:

“I don’t care if you’re the son of God Almighty, come down.”

That put me in my place, with my feet firmly on the ground.

I’ve never forgotten, either, to stay humble in the presence of authority.

 

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Frustration

Frustration

 

I want to hold you so near

That we become only one,

But something has come between:

A feeling of unloved fear

That you’d like to ignore, shun;

Blind thoughts of what might have been.

 

Our relationship’s futile,

Because we lack a good chance

Of making it permanent:

Love need not mean denial

Of ourselves, but can enhance

Ev’rything, to each, we’ve meant.

 

(written in 1977)

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