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two different views from the farm…

September 29, 2016

_mg_9750Modern definition of Cynicism: “An attitude of scornful or jaded negativity, especially a general distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others.”

In the morning our Prime Minister glows amiably about the immediate and paramount need to deal with climate change and Aboriginal relations.

In the afternoon he approves a gas pipeline that will cut through pristine British Colombia wilderness, which is also through Aboriginal lands – for which the Aboriginal communities had withheld their consent.

Scornful and Jaded.


_mg_9853In the same week that Scotiabank announces that it is closing its branches in the tiny hamlets of Maynooth and Wilberforce, here in east-central Ontario, citing frugalities and tough times in the face of their customers complaining that they will now have to drive upwards of fifty kilometers to get to their bank, in that same week they also later announce record quarterly profits of very nearly two billion dollars.

The newspaper’s business section never mentioned the hamlets of Maynooth, nor Wilberforce.

General distrust of the integrity or professed motives of others.

_dsc8057It was my grandfather who first told me never to let the weasels run the hen house.


Obama says he is going to close Guantanamo Prison, only to sign a bill legalizing torture. (Something not even George Bush Jr. did.)

So now we have a Margaret Thatcher wanna-be up against Donald Duck in the US presidential election.

And people are leaning towards the duck.

_dsc7982And the media moans and groans and says it doesn’t understand why we would vote for the duck.

How else to protest?

The only other option is to use the ballot as toilet paper.


But the writing is on the wall. The people are murmuring – grow local, buy local, tiny home, off the grid, community gardening, bartering, open sourced, vegetarian, sustainable living…_dsc8059

_dsc7685From the ashes of the zombie apocalypse, mushrooms sprout.

At the end of the Roman Empire, the wisdom books were smuggled into Spain, and Syria. Hidden in caves, convents, mosques, synagogues.

Recited and transcribed by candlelight.

Reclaimed after the Plague.



For a while. And only for a few.

Now it is fewer still.

Soon we will be returning to the Bonfire of the Vanities…







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