From before Confederation and to this day… This family stands on guard.
Since before Confederation, The American Revolution, The Boer War, The War of 1812, First World War, Second World War, Korea. On land, on sea, in air – my family has been proud to serve, fight and die for this country and yours. I wish I could honour all of them with a photo or a word or two. I’ll settle with the simplest and the most heartfelt.
A terrible event can inspire us to do better, be better and… to realize that kindness costs each of us nothing to give.
This is one of my earliest posts about Remembrance Day.
I am reposting as my thoughts expressed here stand and sadly, nothing has changed except perhaps that “Lest We Forget” has now become “The World’s Biggest Shopping Day is now 11/11” and “11/11 isn’t just for Singles anymore!”
Service men and women fought for our right to freedom, not for our right to shop. Show some respect. Wear a poppy, stand for the two minutes, pull over, stop your damn car and be grateful that someone had the courage to make the sacrifice for you and your future.
“He is not missing, He is here”
~ Field Marshal Lord Plumer at the unveiling of the Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing 24th July 1927
I am the first generation in my family that hasn’t served, fought or died for this country…
It’s not a big deal, something that gets talked about alot. Just something I noticed about a decade ago while working on a November 11th project with the kids.
When it comes to mind lately, the thought is even more poignant…
Some of the children who went to school at the same time, who made the construction paper poppies and sang John Lennon’s “Give Peace A Chance” at the Remembrance Day assembly – “my kids” – are part of the Canadian Forces currently in Afghanistan.
Boggles the mind. The “War To End All Wars” has come and gone and still, the world fights on.
I doubt that…
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Just gonna leave this here.
The sentence I hear most from well-meaning, conservative friends since President Trump’s election is this: “We suffered 8 years under Barack Obama.”
Fair enough. Let’s take a look.
The day Obama took office, the Dow closed at 7,949 points. Eight years later, the Dow had almost tripled.
General Motors and Chrysler were on the brink of bankruptcy, with Ford not far behind, and their failure, along with their supply chains, would have meant the loss of millions of jobs. Obama pushed through a controversial, $8o billion bailout to save the car industry. The U.S. car industry survived, started making money again, and the entire $80 billion was paid back, with interest.
While we remain vulnerable to lone-wolf attacks, no foreign terrorist organization has successfully executed a mass attack here since 9/11.
Obama ordered the raid that killed Osama Bin Laden.
He drew down the number…
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This post showed up on Facebook and as I have more Brit friends here, I’ve decided to share it. The incident happened in Bristol, so if anyone lives there or knows someone who does, this misogynistic asshat needs a kick in the arse!
Copy / Paste:
“Please share this: This is a warning for anyone who walks their dogs on Durdham Downs in Bristol. Today on the downs this man set his dogs on me and my dogs. We were siting under a tree and this man approached us with his dogs on an extendable lead, he stood there staring at us whilst his dogs pulled against their short lead lowering themselves preparing to attack. I asked him to walk away as it was unsettling my dogs and he smiled without speaking. Once his dogs had worked themselves up and my dogs walked part way toward them, he released the grip on the extendable lead and his dogs attacked. One of my dogs managed to return to me whilst the other dog was less fortunate. This mans dog sat on my other dog, who was squealing, crying and struggling to get away. The man continued staring at me and smiling whilst I shouted for him to get his dog off. The dog didn’t move until my dog was motionless. The man then told me that I needed to control my dogs and put them on a lead, I responded with it is f***ing obvious who is at fault here. To which he responded ‘I bet I can guess where you grew up”!!! Luckily my dog limped back to me and appears to now be fine, bruised and shaken but fine. I then watched this man do exactly the same thing to another woman with her 3 small dogs. This man is obviously insane, amongst other things! About a year ago I read a note posted on a tree on the down, where the same thing had happened to a woman and her 2 dogs, with a man and dogs matching this description. One of her dogs died later that evening from internal bleeding, from cracked ribs. My dog is a particular breed that has a particularly strong rib cage, I am sure she would be in a far worse position if this wasn’t the case. I will be reporting this to the police tomorrow but I am also aware that they don’t take these cases that seriously. So please take care and avoid this man and his dogs. He is in his 60’s with a ridiculously posh accent.” ~ Gemma Tool, shared from her post
And Old Farts complain about the behaviour of young people!
Once upon a time, I was inspired… a blast from the past because I just found your letters to Wilhemina. ~ kei
Talking to you has been like… what? It’s like you’ve dropped a diamond-tipped stylus into the grooves of my brain.
I was still finding my music when we met, not a Stones girl yet… Oh, but you have no idea how many Divinyls moments you caused. Cause. I could listen to this all night. On repeat. You were so sweet… An A+ honour roll boy with a streak of sensuality that was metres deep. Singing to me…
Sheena Is A Punk Rocker, good girl, Daddy’s daughter.
Round and round my thoughts go… this is one of my favourite songs. Anyone else listening to this could tell by the pops and crackles… That melody though? Still clear as HD, gets right inside to the core of me, makes my blood sing and I can’t help but dance. You are like fucking electricity. I’m powered up, spinning like 33 1/3 rpms. On…
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I do NOT need to be spoon fed my Social Media!
I’m tired of Big Brother algorithm – how about you?
Social media should be fun. I use Instagram mostly to market and interface with Knitters and Crocheters. This doesn’t mean that they are the only posts I want to see, or that I want to spend time scrolling endlessly to see tattoo or gardening posts. Even more, I don’t want to have to spend endless hours turning on notifications for everyone that I do want to see – who the hell wants a chorus of the Angelicus coming from their phone once our notifications are blown up?
Instagram announced they will be moving to the same algorithm-based method that Facebook uses. Essentially ‘they’ choose what posts you see – it’s not that great aunt Hilda is ignoring your posts. It’s that FB has ‘big brothered’ them, right down to the email function of FB.
If you’re an Instagram user, please consider signing the petition to keep it interference free. It’s…
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Sometimes other writers speak my thoughts far more eloquently than I ever could.
Jeg ber dere …
If I had you alone for a while
I could make you smile –
A broad, wide grin
that’d stretch for miles…
You’d be my daddy,
I’d be your love child;
Under the covers
a universe so wild,
believing and seeing –
the other side
of the coin –
my need –
beg and moan
pump and groan
til the tears come
to my eyes;
A stroke and you’re in,
Now the pleasure
You take away from me –
give back in full,
jeg ber dere…
pressure from you
now – HOLD
take it back again,
I beg of you
You decide then
to let me
you get me
to heights I’ve never been;
Please? Come back in…
I’ve left the
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An invitation from Jennifer Calvert of Ink and Quill, to share a link to some of your poetry favourites – your own or pieces that have spoken to you. This is a great opportunity to discover new inspiration and reacquaint with old.
Share a link here of your favourite poem/s, which you have written or a poem written by a fellow poet. Or both!
A poem/s which may have moved you, or are close to your heart. A poem, you thought about, long after you finished reading it.
I will repost all links.
As you are probably aware. I love poetry. So I can’t wait to read and share your links.
Please feel free to reblog this post!
I want to support my fellow bloggers, by sharing their work.
A small way of saying I appreciate you.