Spoiled

"Show me the prison - show me the jail -
show me the prisoner - whose life whsoe life has gone stale.
And I'll Show you young man - with so many reasons why -
and there, but for fortune - go you and I - you and I.

Show me the alley - show me the train - show me the hobo -
as he lives out - in the rain.
And I'll Show you young man - with so many reasons why -
and there, but for fortune - go you and I - you and I.

Show me the whiskey, stains on the floor -
show me the drunkard, he stumbles out the door
And I'll Show you young man - with so many reasons why -
and there, but for fortune - go you and I - you and I.

Show me the countries - where the bombs have to fall -
Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall -
And I'll show you young LAND , with so many reasons why -
and there but for fortune, go you and I - you and I."

Phil Ochs - There But For Fortune

It never comes as much of a surprise when I find myself
reflecting on the lyric above...often in times blurred by
difficulty where decisions I'm facing are distasteful, or
humbling, or both - requiring knowledge, strength or wisdom,
I fear I lack. Most often I find my desired path is that of
"the high road," the right decision usually found in seeking
assistance from others who have what I need, having been
there before and having covered the ground that seems so
foreign and forboding to me. Sadly, for me this is often the
last direction I choose - I really much prefer to sort out my
own messes, following my own instincts, gathering information
as I go. There is tremendous satisfaction that comes with this
when things work out well...but every once in a while, when
things start heading south, there is stress that probably could
have been avoided. On a positive note I have yet to find myself
in a jam from which there is no salvation. I think most of
us from time to time confront roadblocks which seem monumental -
but at the end of the day - are situations from which we learn
most - and as I so frequently say -"When they write the history
of the world will barely get a mention."
We are blessed in Canada to enjoy an enviable quality of life.
drawing on parallel - no matter what your lot in Canadian life -
in another part of the globe existence would be far more tenuous -
far more fragile - far more difficult to sustain.
Lets face it - Canadians have everything they want. Attainment
is merely a matter of deciding what we want. If we want it badly
enough it is ours for the taking.
In Alberta, I would further submit that we "have" like no other.
We are chin up, chest out, resource rich - driven by an economy
bulking up on energy controlled by companies that find themselves
short on one resource alone - manpower. As a result, these
corporations are doing everything possible to advance the standard
of living in the oil-rich north so that minus 50 in January is more
of an inconvenience than a problem. I know that having spent three
years in Whitehorse as a teenager that life in fact does go on
during the admisttedly long winter months - and there are things
to do which can be every bit as enjoyable as a splash in the pool -
although again, admittedly, most require more planning.
I have already marvelled at the show put on by the northern lights
and I am anxious to see them in even greater splendor in the weeks
and months ahead.
Another benefit to life in northern Alberta is that within a hour of
our home, we frequently go hunting. Never before in my 58 years have
I ever had a gun in my hand with the intention of killing anything.
But, I will admit that the romance I attached to a Winchester 3030
rifle that my late father had displayed in the family home for 30
years was a big part of my attraction to hunting. The rifle was not
just "Dad's" gun. Dad had been given the rifle when his uncle Neil
who lived on a farm in Blind River in northern Ontario passed away.
My first recollection of that rifle was at the farm when Neil
fascinated me with stories of running off wolves threatening his
sheep...and using the rifle to kill wolves he'd trapped.
So when I came north, the Winchester came with me.
First cold my son Matt took me out and we tested it. Worked
as well as if it were closer to 1 year old than 100 years old.
So on the the second or third Saturday we ventured out just before
daybreak and got to our spot, surrounded by Aspers and tall
grasses on the edge of a swamp. Matt called out a moose call...
we waited...likely not more than a minute or two passed before
we spotted something large - a dark spot 400 metres or so away
on the far side of the water...Matt looked through the site
on his Magnum - turned to me and pointed - I nodded - Ya, that
is a moose. Matt called again, and started smacking low brush
with a stick...the moose immediately turned to face us and
started our way. I have never seen an animal that magnificent
cover that considerable distance with such a measured,
dedicated gate. It was likely no more than 90 seconds before
he stood before us, 125 yards out staring directly at us.
There no shot. He waas facing us head on - he must have caught
our scent because at one instant he was staring us down,
seemingly deciding whether to charge, and in the next instant
he darted for a stand of trees at the edge of the woods 15
yards away.
Matt fired two shots that we both agreed must have missed.
We heard the beast snorting and thrashing in the trees - Matt
went down one side and I waited then made my way down the
other. We spent more than an hour looking for signs of blood
or anything what would indicate a wound...nothing. We headed
back to Argo - and back to the truck - exhilirated if defeated.
Matt, whose hunted for several years had never seen anything
that big, that close.
I had never - experienced - anything - like - it.
What addded to the experience was the time that immediately
followed...emotions, analysis, reflection, analysis, emotion..
It was totally uncontrolled..."If I'd only..I never...I wish I..
Imagine if...what if...Wow...that was amazing...I wonder...
Oh My God I can't beleive !...."
We had to go out and try again the next morning.
We went to the same place....stayed an hour and never saw
anything. We decided to try another spot where Matt had seen
a moose the previous year. This particular spot was right on
the edge of a bog. The Argo was sitting in six inches of
muck when Matt, wearing chest waders got out and started
making his way off to the right through waste deep
swampwater,and brush...he was 80 to 100 yards off when
I heard his first call. I'm sitting in the Argo, wondering
if I were ready if a moose actually did appear. I spent
about five minutes lining up shots, bringing my rifle from
my lap to my shoulder and aiming at various "targets"
in line with where I imagined a moose could appear.
I lit a cigarette and smoked it, put it out and then
heard Matt put out another call. I looked around intently,
and listened carefully. My senses were completely alive.
And then - I thought I heard something in the trees off
to the left....the brush...I did hear something...
thrashing, smashing, heavy sloshing around in the thin,
slimy muck..Grunting ...I went from senses alive
to full alert.
The first thing I was able to catch of glimpse of
were the large antlers slashing through the bows -
he was no more eightly yards away but the underbrush
was sufficiently dense that his frame was completely
masked...There was no masking his grunts..no
question he was making his way toward us. Grunting..
I was aware that Matt was headed my way as well
as quickly as his surroundings would permit.
My eyes were glued to the brush..Grunt - I caught
just momentary snippets of the antlers, then his
head - but he was still in heavy cover. About 50
yards from me he emerged from the brush but there
were enough small birches in the way and the
fact that he was coming straight for me there
was no shot to take.
There was maybe 15 yards of pond and then
a small stand of birches between this immense, wild
creature and me...he got to the stand of birches,
grunted - and turned to his left headed for the
only solid ground...he took one step and presented
me with a full broadside - gun at the ready
I pulled the trigger...he winced and staggered.
I shot again assuming he was wounded but still
capable of escape.
I heard two shots from Matt while I fired a third.
He fell to his side not ten yards from the place
he turned sideways and was down.
By the time Matt got to me, within a minute I had
already relived the experience a hundred times..
I was numb..I was shaking..the adrenilin took over...
" Nice job , Don! That was one big @#$#% animal !
" High five..
My two and half contribution was admitteldly
a little weak. I was shaking...grinning like
a banshee, but hardly capable of response.
We sat for five minutes before going over
to inspect our prey. He was massive ! 800-
900 pounds our estimate. Matt immediately
got to work...I was impressed with the skill
with which Matt field dressed the moose.
I was very little help and he worked like a
surgeon preparing the carcass. He called in
help to extract the moose from our location.
Basil arrived in his Argo with trailer - we
got stuck once and Basil towed us out of the
bog with Matt chest deep in muskeg doing
what he could.
We've enjoyed several moose meals since.
and the freezer is winter ready with
steaks, roasts, ground meat and sausages.
All in all - a wonderful experience
and one that I never would have lived
having not moved from Nova Scotia here.
Gawd...the days half over...Sens and
Rangers on the tube - Leafs tonight.
Next time - Advertising....
Happy Trials...Comments welcome -
Anytime...Don

A Room Fulla Tories

The way the new premier of Alberta puts it.." Fort McMurray is not
boom town - it's a home town !"
Alison Redford said all the right things to an audience anxious to hear
what she had to say tonight - making her first appearance in Fort Mc
since her stunning ascention to the throne in the recent Alberta PC Leasership
race.She's engaging, she can talk, she drops names with the best of them,
and she apparently hires better speech writers than I've witnessed since
the William Davis days in the Ontario of the 80's...1980's for those less
astute historians.
Fort Mac with it's resources, energy ( not necessarily directly connected through
inevitably connected ) wealth, multi-culturalism, drive and yes, I will say
"spirit" represents the future of Alberta - for the next several generations.
Very, very slick, very, very polished presentation I must say to a jam-packed
gathering oen can only assume was in the neighbourhood of 70 percent PC.
The Sawride ( compliments to management ) was the ideal setting - and the
Premier had the audience hanging on every word.
I'm glad I attended.
I had the chance to introduce myself to the Mayor, Melissa Blake - an occasion
that was far overdue. The Mayor does an amazing job driving this city
ever forward - and she does so without so much as a whimper of dissent from
her council - which in my experience is akin to a skunk with no smell...
there is no such beast...prior to surgery.
The one thing that is not open to dispute is the kind of non-petroleum energy
that exists in Fort McMurray. There is no way to convincingly convey to non
residents what we have here. I brazenly include myself among those so enthused,
or infused, because Fort McMurray is a unique place to call home. The
construction is non-stop, but everything that is being done holds promise of
something better - bigger and better.
Fort McMurray boasts the largest recreation centre of it's kind - not in
Alberta -in Canada ! Pools, running tracks , fitness rooms, field houses,
a library, meeting rooms, conference rooms - it goes on forever - and
MacDonald Island is going to get even bigger with the investment of a few
hundred more million more dollars to support the weight of a population
expected to double in the next decade !
Stay seated on this for the full eight seconds when the bell goes off and
you'll have something to be proud of...
I ramble, as always, but from a self proclaimed non-political being,
congratulations to the Alberta PC for a first class show - and for having
somehow chosen a leader who connects so well with her public.
Apologies to those of you who have found my profile(s) all over the
frigging place - under the misassumption that I might have something to
say. I am no friend of Google. Yes, I blog here, but I have to say that this
is simply my way of sharing random thoughts which are usually positive - because
hey - I'm a positive kind of guy.
I will be tellig you all about my first experience ( successful ) hunting
moose - but I have to wait until I can wipe this smile off my face.
Next time you hear the expression " thrill of the hunt" think about it...
My or my, until you've been there you have no idea....
That's all for now..
Happiest of Trials...
Don
to

I Don't Wish I'd Done It 30 Years Ago.....

Five months anyway since I last took - or had - the time
to spend a few moments laying down some random ( and as
always scattered )thoughts.
First - I am living proof that there comes a time when
you have to forget about everything else and do the right
thing for you. I will suggest to you that money, security,
comfortable surroundings - all that stuff will look after
themselves. When the need for change, the need to shuffle the
deck, the need for a new perspective is recognized - do it !
My wife and I are now settling into a new life in Fort
McMurray Alberta - far removed from our surroundings of
20 years in Nova Scotia. I remember now how badly I needed
a change when we left Kitchener Ontario - I beleive the
pigs tails, sauerkraut and all too plentiful beer tipped
the scales at that time - and how well Nova Scotia satisfied
that need...but the time comes. What a welcome breath of fresh
air Northern Alberta has been.
I love my job - everyday a challenge - everyday a reminder there
remains so much to learn - everyday a reminder that I will
never have all the ( right ) answers.
I remain in radio - broadcasting - where I started my career
nearly 40 years ago. God that's scary.But as much as it's the same
media, the same playing field, the game has changed and my
involvement in the game hs changed and what I extract from
the game has changed - and does change - everyday.
Fort McMurray is wonderful. The weather is spectacular - summer -
just as I'd like it..sunny and hot but not "sweating standing still"
hot...cool enough for sleeping at night - and just nice for for my
favorite summertime pastime - golf.
Fort McMurray on the outside is still a little rough around the
edges. But on the inside - where the community ticks - there exists
an energy I've never witnessed. The people who make up the volunteer
community - the heart of any community - are charged, commited and
dedicated to making a contribution and making Fort McMurray a wonderful
place to live.The population has doubled in the last ten years - and
there is no indication that the world's thirst for oil will impair
that growth for another couple of decades to come.It is a community
where fundraising never stops - where golf tournaments, and galas, and
kitchen parties and concerts and festivals and exhibitions lead one
right into another...I haven't missed too many meals...
It is nice to be happy again.
I miss the friends I made at Oakfield in Halifax - but I certainly do
not miss the golf course and the gang that ran it.
I miss my bridge playing friends from Thursday night in Grand Lake -
and I truly miss singing harmony with Charlotte and Shelley and playing
music with Charlie, Dave, Pete, Ernie, Cathy and Gordon...and
a few other people, particularly some of my clients...but , boy,
it's nice to be happy again.
More shortly - there's a party about to break out upstairs.
Happy Trials.
Don

Turning The Page

"To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn , turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven."

Whenever I think of that - I hear Roger McGuinn's
12 string Rickenbacher, soaring vocal harmonies,
and feel a welcome peacefullness and calming breeze
making still anxieties about what may lie ahead.
This is it.
This is my final day before a few vacation days kick
in which will take me to the end of a road I've been
on for almost 15 years.
I am leaving CHUM Radio in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
I am leaving C100 and 101.3 the Bounce.
I am leaving the friendly confines of a building
in which I've had many a good laugh, with many a good
friend. I've celebrated many a victory. I've languished
in the dim light of setback only to claw my way back out -
stronger, better, a little wiser from the experience.
In a decade and a half I like to think I've learned
something most everyday. I've learned a ton about
advertising, learned much about people, seen business
done well and business dealings which I thought were
shoddy, weak, and of little value. I've seen competitors
come and go. I've seen really, truly good, honest, hard working
people have their businesses swallowed up unable to combat
tighter times and big box stores.But through it all, I beleive
I remain an optimist. I think there is always room for
honesty, integrity, and a desire to achieve. Good things can
be made better and people should be treated with respect and
the way, you yourself would like to be treated.
I'm doing something I've never really done before.
I'm leaving something good - a place I feel very much a part
of me - for the unknown. It's exciting ! I feel very alive !
I appreciate that I feel I have the strength to take on
whatever challenges may be out there adn renewed that with
my values and skills, there is something great to be
created in the months and years to come.
I have been in Nova Scotia for 20 years.
There's a comfort that is on the one hand hard to turn
my back on - but at the same time which I feel somewhat
stifling.
So we're headed to Fort McMurray Alberta, to re-unite with
son Matthew, Eli, and two wonderful grand daughters.
Grandkids - as we know from having raised two wonderful sons -
are only youngsters once. We want to share in their growth.
We want them to know us as part of their lives.
My hope is that at some point I will have the chance to join
an organization in which I can make a major contribution,
and a little further down the road pursue other interests
relegated to fond but distant memories at this stage of
life. I will take with me to Fort McMurray my golf clubs,
my musical equipment and a desire to try some other things.
I relish the idea of the hunt, and fishing with Matthew.
I relish equally being re-united with Tyler and Michelle,
and another grandchild yet to be born, and the rest of the
family and Mom in Ottawa with stories to tell about our
new northern experience.
I say my final official goodbyes at Noon today at work.
I admit to being both anxious and excited about it.
It is yet a very interesting day unfolding...another
very interesting day unfolding...
Happy Trials.

The Poor Dogs

So..is it Llasa Apso or Llaso Apsa...I could look it
up but...who cares.She'll always just be Jazz, short
for Jasmine, to us...Jazz, and Ceiladh, her intrepid
much senior sister, a border collie, but sister none-
the-less, if capable of speech, would no doubt be asking
the question, " What in the name of all we cherish is
going on here ?"
For the past ten days they've been watching strangers
come to our door removing all the furniture they were
never permitted to sit on..not that that ever stopped
them...the dogs not the strangers.
You see, I am in my final three days of working for
CHUM Radio Halifax - C100 and 101.3 The Bounce.
I resigned a couple of weeks ago, once, we'd sold
our home and gotten the necessary medical clearances
Charlene and I required to embark on a whole new adventure.
My wife and I decided about six months ago that it
was time for a drastic change. So..we've loaded up the
truck and move to Beverly...Hills that is..swimming pools,
movie stars..except our destination is not south, not
Beverly Hills, not even California..not even warm...
No, we're headed for Fort McMurray Alberta, to begin
phase 47 of our lives.
So for the past litle bit, our routine, if you will has
been somewhat disrupted ( shot all to hell.)...
And the dogs I'm sure are thinking that their numbers have
got to be coming up soon. I wish we could adequately convey to
them that they're safe. We're taking the dogs..and my
musical stuff, and golf stuff, and computers and enough
furniture to inhabit a small apartment.
So far we've been fortunate to be able to help others
decorate their homes. We've managed to sell living room,
dining room, bedroom, and most of our other miscellaneous
furniture...Just the downstairs and the cars to look
after now.
We are both excited..Charlene and I are looking forward
to being close to son Matthew, his lovely wife Eli and our
two grand daughters, Kathy and Makayla...and while it
seems, sometimes like we'll be further away from Ottawa and
our son Tyler, and his beautiful partner, Michelle ( soon
to be parents ) and my Mom and two brothers, we are
still only a flight away.
But all this is not doing anything for the dogs..
Or the Toronto Maple Leafs...
Nice to see Lady Antebellum do so well at the Grammy's.
The world would be a better place with more 3 part
harmony.
Have yourself a marvelous day !
Happy Trials.

Sooo...It's Like I Was Saying...or....

I will not make the mistake of promising to be more diligent
about more frequent posts. Not that much of significance happens
on a regular basis that is of interest...or...not that
much happens that is of interest - that I feel it's appropriate
for me to share - in this particular media.
Having said that - I am once again excited. And once again -
I have someone unexpected to thank. I am going to resist the
temptation to name names. Those involved if they read this will
know and recognize any part they had to play. And while it may seem
a contradiction - the only true villain in the whole event
receives my most sincere gratitude.
It all started about 16-18 months ago, when starved for others
with whom to share my love of music, I joined in a Monday
evening gathering of older, never-were-serious musicians.
That was incredibly attractive because I was not in a place
where I needed more stress or needed to feel even less sure of
myself. It had been more than a couple of years since I'd played
with a longtime friend and since he'd moved away I'd spent my
time recording - working on developing harmonies - working on
sculpting a style of harmony that I could use in singing with
others - no matter what kind of music we were playing. And while
the experimentation was fun - it wasn't like sharing music with
others. So...the Monday night group happened and from an
unshapely, scattered, multi-directional, humble beast, there
began to emerge a rather, large, awkward, shy, group.
The group appeared at a Community Seniors Dinner just a couple of
months after starting and four guitars, three fiddles, a harmonica,
an accordion, four singers and a keyboard player got their first
taste of performing...and you know what ? It was fun. Three of us
had been there before.In a couple of cases 30 years ago and I'm not
sure how long it had been since the third had been on stage.
For everyone else it was the high-water mark and a thirst was
born. Organization was required. A plan needed to be developped.
And "Good Company" needed more material. Quite by accident, by
nature of the material we were learning the group came to have a
fairly distinctive sound ( it helps that we were the only group
with ten active members none of which really had a clue what was
going on .)There were discussions about whether we should ever
actually perform as a full group - or whether we should function
as three or four - smaller acts part of a travelling circus.
It became apparent as the curtain to my involvement descended
where that particular concept was formed - and why. One self-
professed "lazy bastard", didn't want to be bothered learning
music that anyone else was performing. He only wanted to play
and sing material he chose, in which he needed do nothing but
sing ( badly) the lead, and play ( just as badly ) his guitar.
He wanted his hand-picked bandmembers to back him up to help
hide his inconsistencies and musical blemishes - but he nearly
had to be forced to be of assistance to or for others.
This all came to a head when at his own suggestion of having
a consistent look to all of our lyrics and chord sheets, he
was asked to contribute one song of ten for a rehearsal.
It was too much for him to do...Yes, he is retired and yes, he
could do it...but, it was his experience that if he waited
long enough, someone would do it for him. It is interesting.
I have played music with two retired Halifax based university
professors and in both cases - they play music for one reason.
Because no one listens when they talk anymore. And the reason
that no one listens when they talk anymore, is that niether one
of them has anything of much interest to say - and no one has to
listen to them ! and they desperately miss that captive, have - to
audience. It's really quite sad, financially they are both set
for life. But deep inside they are both nerds trying desperately
to be cool. It's really a shame...but..that's just my take on
things. I thank them both. The first one had nothing to do with
Good Company. I decided after the first time we played together
that if it never happened again it would be fine. It did happen
again - and then I decided it never would again. So then I met
up with his counterpart - who dragged me along to Good Company.
Ninety percent of Good Company is really fine people. Unfortunately
when you get that number of people involved with a project you
are going to get differing ideas on direction, activity levels,
and presentation. Having decided that I would no longer stomach
the idea of propping up my friend the Professor, as difficult a
decision as it was to leave so many people for whom I have true
affection, the lure of finding three or four like-minded
individuals to do nothing but perform harmony and melody driven
music was strong...but I needed a shove and it
was provided by one misguided individuals' self indulgence and
utter laziness. And for that I thank him - scum - sucking toad that
he and all the others like him - are. So I've started a new band.
Publicized the need for some musicians/vocalists and the emails
started coming in with a day. It's going to happen..and it's gonna
be good.
So..I'm wondering how good we should feel that our beloved
Federal Finance Minister - with our best interests in his heart -
is bringing forward the idea of a Canada Pension Plan that would
allow the aged to afford both shelter and lodging - at the same time !
Please sir...more ? I know , I know...I'm growing cynical. Five
plus decades of being lied to and ripped off by three levels of
government in this country and I'm suspicious when a Cabinet Minister
suggests he wants to do something good for the people of the country.
Watch how much of the increased CPP employee and company contributions
ever actually get returned to our citizens.If my increased contribution
goes to fund "Gun Control" and/or expensive lunches and dinners for civil
servants I'm not sure what I will do.
At least in some countries you know you have no rights, you know if you
step out of line you're screwed, and you know all along that your life
is of no consequence to anyone but immediate family. I'm beginning to
think that's preferable to watching these lying, cheating, stealing
politicians in government houses in the provinces and in Ottawa
acting like criminals at double-time and a half...with the taxes collected
from working Canadians we should have unparalleled education, health,
and elder care that is free to anyone whose done his or her part.
I can't stomach what our Federal government does to our returning veterans,
the injured, or the families left behind by those who've died serving
in our unholiest of wars. My own father in a battle he'd lose, on more
than one occasion, spent hours in a hospital corridor, scarcely able to
breath, racked with pain, unable to even ask for the help he so richly
deserved. My father spent his career, proudly as a member of the Canadian
Armed Forces. His thanks..."yea Pal - the lineup starts back there - take
a number." If there were an honest politician they would quit - too ashamed
to serve. Something has got to change - and it's going to - I can feel it.
Oh My...must go...must go watch the Leafs over-perform....
You see...that's funny. I couldn't leave on a negative note.
Happy Trials...

Running For Office

First...I am not....running for office that is.
I would not - ever - run for office.
I am not nearly sufficiently deluded to ever
imagine that any political party would ever
have me...nor am I delisional enough to think
for a second, that I would last more than a
week as an active member of a political party.
I don't play well with weasels.
I do dream of someday having the opportunity of
voting for someone of the mind that we need to
change the way we do things. We need to be open
and up front with what we want to do and that
tax dollars have to go to the important things
first.
I found myself back on this treadmill earlier
this week. I was listening to a talk show on
radio about a group that was battling to have
cancer drugs made available to any Canadian in
need - without those already fighting the disease
of our lifetime having to face losing their homes
in order to pay for life saving pharmaceuticals.
This is a battle in my mind there should be no
need to have. Working Canadians pay sufficient tax
that health care, education ( including university ),
and maintenance of our sidewalks, roads and sewers
should be something that happens automatically with
no charge. If the question were put to Canadians
" Would you rather have free cancer treatment,
no waiting for surgery, and free education, or
a long gun registry and, for sake of an example,
the CBC, which do you think they would choose ?
How many government agencies and departments are
there without practical function except to gorge
themselves on tax dollars ? Do we need the CRTC ?
What's it's budget and how is it performing ? Do
we need industry marketing boards - and how are they
performing ? Should we be eliminating an entire level
of government in this country thus eliminating
the duplication at the Federal and Provincial government
levels ?
How much money would be saved with the elimination just
one set of elections every three or four years ? Judging
by voter turnout over the past decade would anybody even
notice ?
Voter turnout is declining because our legislators operate
without accountability. People don't beleive anything our
representatives tell us - they've stopped beleiving anything
the media reports for that very reason - and the average
Canadian just feels powerless - so the eyes have glazed
over and until they find themselves victim of the system -
they choose to just leave well enough alone.
That's why a convicted pedofile in this country gets pardonned
and no one knows. That's why a Canadian fighting for our enemies
gets eight years in jail. What ?!?! In my mind, Kotter was either
innocent and should be set free - or guilty in which case he should
have been tried as a traitor and killed. So many decisions made in
this country - no logic behind them - no common sense behind them
- no spirit of right or wrong.
These are very, very sad times we live in.
Our governments spend our money like it has no meaning...and when
Canadians as individuals need it - the government is never there
to help.
I have to go...thanks for participating in my rant.
Bless.