Gracious and Discerning readers,

I'm sorry for the last entry.  Not sorry exactly.  It's okay.  Might give you a chuckle.  But is this what a blog supposed to be?  Late adolescent reminiscences? (Try saying that 3X fast!)  I don't think so.

 I think blogs should be a critical analysis of some important topic.  And that's what I would like to do, but I can't always do that.  There are several reasons why I find this difficult.

First of all, there are so many fucked-up things going on locally, provincially, nationally, and internationally, that one barely knows where to start.  Second of all, I can rant and rage all I want, but I can't change anything.  I only have opinions.  So what, everyone has opinions.  Opinions are like assholes: everybody has one.

I guess blogs can also be a way of just saying what's on your mind, a way of putting your thoughts into words.  And there's been something that's been on my mind.  I've lived in Canada for almost 40 years.  It's a good place to live.  I'm happy here.  But I haven't forgotten where I was born and raised.  And I'm concerned about the direction my homeland is heading.

We have Trump: a man-child with a mental age of about 12, and who has ADD.  I am going to assume, no, I am praying that Trump really is the braying, bulling, self-indulgent, incompetent he appears to be.  If not, this might be a sinister plot to destroy the US system of government, and replace it with a more repressive form of government.

Another problem is, everything is so complicated I can't understand what the fuck is going on.  And if I don't know what's going on, how am I supposed to analyze it or comment on it?

Luckily, late nights and a moderate amount of whiskey combine to give me almost psychic (psychotic) powers.  I don't know the answers, but I can see the shape of the answers.  It'll probably be okay, maybe not.