To Be Free Of American Blackmail From Here To Evermore
Ever since I stood up for the Canadian National Building Code against an American rebel flag bearing skin head, the blackmail around my life has been thick. Canadian Politicians are sick of it to put it bluntly, and something has to be done, so I am taking matters into my own hands and writing about Americans blackmailing Canadians from the top of the political spectrum. Reflecting back to a Canadian media broadcast quite some time ago, when Prime Minister Steven Harper was in power with his Conservative Party, then President Obama rose to power in the States, there was a media clip of the two sitting together and they were going on with, "Well you blackmailed me, "But you blackmailed me", it went on back and forth during the media clip. As far as I am concern, the blackmail never stopped between our two respective Governments, and to think blackmail is prosecutable in the Courts in both countries concerned. Then for that matter you can be prosecuted for submitting to blackmail, ignorance of the law is not a defense.
Then I heard Africa wants Obama's head for flashing his elephant tusk on National TV, for the commencement of a large slaughter of elephant bulls for ivory fed the black market containers of tusks for for shipping and sale else where mega time. Then of course Germany wants our idiot Harper's head for saying "Hail Hitler to Doctor Goober Modesty", it is like it is such a Cardinal sin to say such atrocity. Certain reference to those war years, such as wearing of a swastika is strictly forbidden in Germany. After all the Germans have a lot of engineering firsts, they are very proud people, the first clock was made in the black forests of Germany.
Reflecting on my own character, I am a very proud person as an individual, having just turned sixty five this year, I have never been prouder in my life. I really enjoy my home with my roommate, and with his help I succeeded in going through a jungle of boobie traps in late life, and climbed a rocky mountain path to be on the top of a mountain with accomplishments. Here I sit at the top of my mountain in pride, and look down at what I've been through, while analysing the other side of the mountain to gaze at another jungle in life that I will have to crawl through, as it is full of life's boobie traps as I grow in my successful years through now that I am having good political contacts for my prototype inventions, that I mentioned to them to help stimulate the Canadian economy in a small way. The Canadian Politicians give me moral support to the fullest for achieving my goals for my company, with my inventiveness as somewhat of a schizo-genius. One thing that gets under my skin and ruffles my feathers a bit, is President Trump's clacker going off about me the way he does, when he can't even handle his own backyard in the States, while he is trying to trim and prune Canada's front yard north of the 49th parallel, while making comments about a private Canadian business person like myself. Like I can quote him as saying, "He is not getting his poissonettes", namely Ladies that are dying to have something to do with me. Like one gorgeous intelligent Lady with political intent said on Canadian National TV, she wants to have my baby. I was so touched for this comment for I still have no children at this point in my life, but more than willing to reproduce an off spring with one of these poisonnettes. I have never suckled on a hard nipple testing boobie milk before my child was born, nor have I held a baby in my arms, Trump should shut the fuck up about me, and go take care of his wife better finger licking good style.
I Do Not Care Where People Come From, We Humans Are The Biggest Bigot Beasts That Walk The Face Of The Planet, And Are Misinformed By Myth Of Oral Tradition
I was raised by good Christian parents that instilled valuable morals and ethics in me from a young age. My Father drove into me the greatest lesson of life a child could possibly have, when working with him around the house, and I was screwing up on the job, he would bark at me in his angry tone,"Bloody well think about what you are doing!". I carried these chosen words imbedded into me through out life to become the man that I have become. As an adolescent I witnessed bigotry and stereotyping from a young age, I had to tolerate this being a small lad, for I was picked on enough for my physique, while not being strong enough to defend my smart mouth I developed from my youth, to use against this stupidity of my peers, and their racial profiling. I did think of what would become of my associates I grew up with, and the peer pressure I endured before becoming of age. Being one to do a psychoanalysis of myself, starting out from a young age by staring into the bathroom mirror and questioning myself who I was, and what I would become with my Christian roots, as I intended to lead a seafaring life as my Father did, I evolved into a non judgemental person of others, unless individuals I came across in life gave me reason to cast judgement. Grateful for my smart mouth which I developed from a young age, it became useful defending myself as I grew into manhood, for I always face ridicule of one sort or another from others.
I consider myself a semi well read man, I thought about the selection of books I chose to read, while questioning what I read, and how to apply the lesson from the novel or engineering texts I read developing my qualifications as a competent Engineering Technician. It helped me develop into a person that is much liked, and admired by my present peers I associate with, in my semi retired life where I live now.
With describing myself and my being for who and what I am as a responsible individual, I will now tackle defending my title for this section of my posting. Humans and how we evolved into the civilization on this planet has a lot to be desired, from the characters I ran into in my early years, to watching Politicians on the news as broadcast on TV, to the crimes committed as reported on the news reports, there is something definitely wrong with the society found on this planet as an advanced civilization as the year ends this 2025. With God and his consort the powers of the planet in my heart, I found my own salvation through my personal desire to find it. It did not come easy and I went through many a trial and tribulation finding it, God never made life for humans a bed of roses that was well fed with fertilizer, one has to dig in there heels and do a lot soul searching to find their own salvation to become a leader and pillar in society. Individuals can believe in a concept of God, no matter what faith or religion they follow, but that does not make them a person of God with him/her in their heart. No matter what field of study one follows to build a life for themselves, it is not a guarantee they will be competent in their supposid field of work. Their own inherit complexes as a being, which we all have, will lead to their own destruction as a production worker to high ranking Politician, and their own personal failings and flaws in their character, will bring the Devil out in them through jealousy, lack of education, to habits of addiction whatever that might be. Thus bringing out their clacker for being a bigot, Political tyrant, or slum lord to whatever with no concept of God in their heart for evolving for the benefit of man and woman kind alike, and doing something productive for the benefit of the society they are part of. With many different types of societies making up the civilization we have become, which is on a destructive course at present as far as I am concerned, humanity has to change its attitude for the benefit of all, that make us human in a rat race for success.
People take myths to be Gospel, from basterized versions of truths to half truths discussed while socializing, people get mislead, and become know it alls, instead of getting their nose into a good book or documentary that they can learn from and quote with their own intelligence. Some people develop intelligence from the experiences in life they've been through, and are not well read at all. Others think they are highly intelligent as a know it all, but it can be belittling listening to them in a social atmosphere. It takes all sorts to make up a society, some are good listeners, others are good talkers, others just prattle what comes to mind in their own delusion of thought. Past experiences make or break us as individuals, depending on our coping mechanisms for what we have been through, some learn to cope with what life dishes out to them, others do not. Instilled anger in a person from life experiences can make them into bigots and party poopers for socializing with, depending on the way they cope with the issues at hand. A fine example of what makes up society is a modern day plane load of people as reported on the news. There can be quit a few bad apples on a single fight, breaking rules of the airline for proper flying protocol, multiply this to equal population mass of the planet, and it is representative of the number of unfit people in society. This destructive pattern has to change, like I said to my good buddy socializing together, when he asked me if I would exonerate my brother for what he did, I responded with, "I am not a Police Officer, nor a Crown Prosecutor, nor a Judge, I am a Engineering Technician with some education in theology at the University level. " Take this posting for the salt it is worth!
The Mental Health Consumer In The Socialist Safety Net
Once the Mental Health Consumer is through with the Psychiatrist dragging the individual through the Courts, if the patient had to go through the Courts for a Court ordered medication treatment plan, not all do, they are left floating on a foundation, which is a sea of socialist Nurses, Social Workers, Occupational Therapists, and Music Therapists. To help them through the Psychiatrists prescribed drug induced state. Hopefully to become a tax payer of some sort, and not be part of the penal system as a deranged Mental Health Consumer heading towards a psychiatric prison.
It is a long hard windy voyage with a heavy weight on one's shoulders, and head. One has to face the sting of being a Mental Health Consumer, facing self acceptance of the fact, side effects of medication, poverty in recovery in a socialist backed system, with many cracks and faults in said system. No one wants to go through the mental health system, and the need for caring Therapists is getting ever more demanding, so these already weakened in the system of democracy, do not fall into the ocean alive of failure as a Mental Health Person.
March, March On Canadian Christian Soldiers
What we must do in war is war,
We defended our land, long ago from an invasion,
Behold, our troops go overseas defending,
What is ours to defend as part of NATO command,
March, march on Canadian Christian soldiers,
We will always remember your command of giving,
As each and every one of you come home,
Somewhat mamed from your service of glory!
1 Chronicles 25:1-2
More over David and the Captains of the army separated for the service, some of the sons of Asaph, of Herman, and of Jeduthain, who should prophecy with harps, stringed instruments, and cymbals. And the number of the skilled men performing their service was: Of the sons of Asaph: Zaccur, Joeseph, Nethaniah, and Asharelah; the sons of Asaph were under direction of Asaph, who prophesied according to the order of the King.
Glory To The Men And Ladies Of War
Glory to the men and ladies of war;
They serve their time doing their very best,
For the job they acquired to serve!
Some soldiers and sailors come back, others do not!
Glory and Hail Marys for the Mothers of the dead;
They followed orders from those above,
The back room cigar smoking Generals and Admirals,
Glory to the men and ladies of war!
The Unwanted Soldier Of The Psychiatric Grave
The unwanted soldier of the psychiatric grave
Slowly does in his or her head of loneliness
Spearheaded by broken dreams from their own agitation
A walking zombie there I've been
I fought back to be someone special
Only to be a shattered piece of sharp glass shard
Sharpened by the labours of my own education
To be undermined by a simple Freudian slip
The sarcastic schizo wit was not to be appreciated
It only got me institutionalized for doing time
By a heartless Freudian hierarchy over me!
Character Of Duty Instilled By The Uniform
To make the conscience effort to do one's duty, to perform by nature of duty alone, or by duty by nature is a commendable act. The nature of duty being what it is, through growth into man or womanhood, what is embedded by the uniform way of life, into the nature of being male or female, never leaves the soul.
If this nature of being in the soul, is indeed embedded, to be as what one tries to define as the soul, does that sense of duty carry on one generation to the next, through offspring, soul to soul to create a more powerful soul in uniform? The answer is only found through offspring in uniform becoming a more determined uniform with sense of duty, toward that which makes the honourable uniform being.
To speak of honour, where is honour to abound to the vise versa of dishonour. A disgrace at first light, from dishonour can prove to be a honourable act of God, by serving God with honour, at the disgrace of the duty of the uniform. Hindsight to insight into serving one's character of duty, from calling to serve the uniform, to fortify a character of uniform through Godly inspiration, thus fulfilling a sense of duty by way of the uniform, and making a more powerful uniform of duty through acknowledgeable acts of duty outside the uniform.Thus the character of duty instilled by the uniform, carried out in an unfashionable act out of uniform, is indeed still a uniform act to be blessed by the grace of God!
Pawns Of War
Knock, knock, knock them down dead
The key to the peace tower clock is not
An ill begotten game of life
For the life of me I see
What was done at sea
The mermaid of life came to me
Knock, knock, knock, she'll pick me up again
The peace tower clock will chime again
Our pawns of war will keep their mechanics going
So peace of mind will come again
Gain, gain, gain we make marching time again
We are allied powers of war
Tick tock, tick tock our peace tower clock will not stop
We have our volunteer men and women of war
To open the flood gates of hell
Quenching hell's fires Lucifer style
The mermaid of life will maintain our heaving waters
So the ex-pains of war get the drill to the head no more
Once A Schizo, Always A Schizo, Blame The Schizo
As much as I hate to admit it, the formation of one's character around schizophrenia, comes to a point of complexes. Once a schizo, always a schizo, blame the schizo! As it comes to pass, yes I indeed recycled some furniture in my neighbourhood, while in poverty. Knowing how to use a can of Raid, and I used a bucket of bleach water, with a cleaning rag on said furniture. I still got the blame at TAQ hearings for bugs in the building, which bugs were in the building before I moved in.
It was not the first time I got infected by bed bugs, I found a nest amongst my stuff, art supplies in particular, when living in another part of Montreal, this time around it was a bed bug infected winter gloves I found between my mattress and bed springs. Jealousy over the schizo Artist trying to make something of his life.
If I got what was coming to me, in the form of financial inheritance, I would have never got in that mess in the first place. I could have afforded a better apartment, an Artist's loft or something better ritzier to live in an another part of town.
What does the Psychiatrist care about the truth? What are the schizos in society to blame for all of civilizations downfalls, when no one has some one to blame, blame the neighbourhood schizo and have the individual incarcerated unjustly! Thus the neighbourhood problems are solved, hell no, this is obviously not the case, and file
What Do I Write About Schizophrenia And Metaphysics, I Can Write A Life's Story About Being Denied the Metaphysical By Psychiatrists, And Being Part Of The Canadian Mental Health System!
I thought long and hard about what to write next on my blog, I have come along way since I left my Zulu Army in my last neighbourhood. When I came out of winter hibernation one spring, I was not keeping well emotionally or physically, I went to the men at the Bar-B-Q in the fire alley, and said to them, I am not keeping well, take in. So they did, and they soon nicknamed me Slim Shady for being underweight for my physic and fighting depression. The Shady part came about from my two sets of dollar store lens duct taped together so I could read my cell phone and hold a conversation with seeing the person in front of me clearly.
There is an excellent biblical series of books, the first book is called the Shepherd Kings, in the series there is a book titled Vengeance of the Lion! It so happens from my time of birth, that I am a Leo, now idiot fucken Trump does not learn too well! He is still yapping about me unjustly, so now I am going to write about Trump with a vengeance, I got my steel toe boots on right now because they make me feel good like old time rock n' roll, when I really worked hard with all the overtime one could possible work. First and for most, Canada will never become the 51st State, secondly the bullshit Tyrant Trump and his ungodly desire to take over Greenland has a battle royal on his hands! If and when he takes Greenland, what is he going to do? Issue a US postal stamp like when the States took Grenada, with Grenada in big letters on top of the stamp, containing an image of US Marines raising the American flag, like fucken shit!!!
Now Trump is going after Mexico's drug cartels to control cocaine flow into the United States, to put it bluntly, what the fuck does Trump know about drugs, street drugs anyway? Street drugs work like any other product in the domesticated free World of trade, supply and demand. If Trump would stop his suppression of his people, and get his American Coke Heads into rehab for substance abuse, the demand for cocaine would be reduced, and the cocaine cartels would look for new markets. What is the idiot fucken shit head Trump trying to do, for fill another demented President George W Bush's dream of the war on drugs? The history of cocaine goes way back in the evolution of humanity, for Christ sake, even William Shakespeare was smoking cocaine, by modern spectro analysis of residue in his pipe. Cocaine is like the old phrase, "I need a drink", often said when a person is under duress, people get nervous around cocaine use, often wondering if a new person to their circle is a GRC, street slang for our beloved RCMP. Some people can not stop alcohol consumption after a drink or two, same applies to cocaine users. There is a highly educational documentary on youtube about cocaine consumption in the United States of America, and the history there in. Perhaps this Trump Tyrant should have a look at it, and get educated about his people and their cocaine habits.
My lungs have been through the mill with what I have smoked over the years, I first took tobacco from my Father's tin, and tried to roll it up with one of his rolling papers, I was young, and wanted to be like my Father who smoked cigarettes. I remember rolling up my first smoke, having it down by the furnace, then taking deathly sick and puking up my guts afterwards. Sometime in my teens I started smoking cigarettes full time through buying smokes at the corner store. It was post hippie era as I dub it, one smokable leads to another and before long I was smoking marijuana as a teenager. It was just a floating around the neighbourhood in the 70's. Being raised by a Christian family, I ended up saying a prayer over my cigarette in my solitude and it stuck with me over the years no matter what I smoked. This is where the metaphysical comes in, late in life studying theology at the University level, I learned that God gave Moses an incense formula to burn incense for his prayers as a burn't offering. When learning this, I thought about the concept, coming to the deduction that praying and smoking was a form of burn't offering to my God and his consort the powers of the planet Mothearth. Like I wrote, my lungs have been through the mill, even around associates partying over the years, it have been said to me around alcohol and street drugs, "Are you a cop", I responded with no even although I was reporting illegal street activity to the Canadian Security Intelligence Service to feed to the RCMP over the years. Denied being a cop yes, but then I was always told, "Well if you are not a cop prove it and smoke this". My lungs have been around shit over the years, and I am experienced around all sorts of life styles, and to this day I still enjoy a Pom Pom cigar and saying my prayers while smoking the cigar. I do not get them often at the price of them, but they are a fine American cigar that I very much enjoy, like Clint Eastwood smoked a small cigar in the movie "The Good, the Bad, And The Ugly".
