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Friday, January 16, 2026

Doc GM's Political Messenger Edition XXIV Vol.I


 Oh Canada, What This Country Has Become, John A MacDonald Must Be Turning Over In His Grave


Canadian Politicians are trying to hold this country together, and keep our economy stimulated so the honest righteous Canadians that want to work have good jobs to pay their bills, and feed their families with a decent roof over their heads. Amist Trump tariff wars, life has been made complicated for all of us, as strong backed people, with some having good heads on their shoulders, the battle continues so we survive as a Nation with the great pride we hold dear to our hearts.
As capitalist trying to build a decent pension plan, in a socialist backed democracy, we are still bursting at the seams with problems. Since the sixties with the great migration away from traditional Churches, and some Canadians looking in the wrong direction for a God to believe in, too many demented cults evolved in our Nation that commit tax evasion for selfish gain, and forgetting the true concept of loyalty to traditional Churches, State, and Military. 
As it stands now in Canada, there are too many lost sheep in our homo sapien society, people working under the table, black market activity, and misguided children from lack of parenting skills by the populous. Politicians have to cater to demented cults with their own lust to stay in power, while the true honest hard working Canadian seems to be forgotten about, and left on the way side having to go to a food bank to feed his/her family, while trying to keep a roof over their head with the cost of housing, which is indexed by inflation unfortunately.
How do Canadians pick up the pieces? We are living on a prayer with no decent morals and ethics found in the common folk any more. Our people have lost the true meaning of life as Canadians, and too easily influenced by the violence found on the TV set in modern shows, while becoming gun toting Americans in what has become an ungodly Canadian society. Does anyone really care anymore, selfish greed has taken over, with a jealous streak for our neighbor next door or down the street. Canadians have to find God in their heart again, and be their for each other, if we are going to survive together, and not end up at each other's throat, undermining a precious system that our forefathers laid out for us.

Being Bubbling Waters Under A Bridge Of Hope


How Canadians can become bubbling waters
Under that bridge of hope
Being injected by the polluted stream
Then nursed by Mother Nature
To somehow heal over the years
With God holding our hand
He built the bridge of hope
Thus we can stride from shore to shore
Evolving and rising from bubbling waters
To walk solid stone work of Godly demise once again

Exodus 28:11

With the work of an engraver in stone, like the engravings of a signet, shalt thou engrave the two stones with the names of the children of Israel [Canada]: thou shalt make them to be set in ouches of gold.

The Holy Bible
Old and new testaments in the King James Version
Thomas Nelson Publishers
Nashville
Copyright 1987 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. 

The Porcupine In Society



There it sits in the darkness of society
Becoming witness to nothing at all
But seeing the inner and outer sides towards
The workings of what society has become

Watching, watching like the Devil's advocate
Eyeing what should not have been
Taking aim at the dark side of life
And throwing its ungodly quills at nothing at all

Things I Read That Made Me

In my youth I did pick up a thing or two to read
Somewhat making me what I am today
Educated but feeling unwanted locked away
Thank God I had such material in books
The stories of others being locked away
Somehow instilling a sort of peace of mind
I am not the first to be falsely accused
And deemed guilty by an unjust judicial system

It is like when does the sad story end
When finally convinced by a system
That the innocent are guilty when not
What was I really guilty of at most
Of being the unwanted "schizo" in society
That just wanted a loving hug from a Lady
Denied by the stigma of my being
Thank God I read things that carried me through

Riding The Wings Of God


Waking up to the spirit of God
Each and every day more alive
Sets the pace to march with joy
Thus one rides the wings of God!
With Holiness in the heart during the steps of the day
Then to bow down in prayer of thanks 
Its dusk comes to the evening of the night
Will make sure you get up for another day
With Jesus Christ at your side once more 
To ride the wings of God again

Quotes From A Book Found In My Selection Of Reading Material

".....In this tide of worldliness and pleasure seeking, self-denial and self-sacrifice for Christ's sake are almost wholly lost. "Some of the men and women now in active life in our churches were educated, when children, to make sacrifices in order to be able to give or do something for Christ." But "if funds are wanted now,...nobody must be called on to give. Oh, no! have a fair, tableau, mock trail, antiquarian supper,or something to eat----anything to amuse the people."
                                                                                                                                       Page 256

"Rome withheld the Bible from the people and required all men to accept her teachings in its place. It was the work of the Reformation to restore men the word of God; but is not true that in the churches of our time men are taught to rest their faith upon their creed and the teachings of the church rather than on the Scriptures? Said Charles Beecher, speaking of the Protestant churches: "They shrink from any rude word against creeds with the same sensitiveness with which those holy fathers would have shrunk from a rude word against  the rising veneration of saints and martyrs which they were fostering....."
                                                                                                                                       Page 257

The Great Controversy
Copyright 2022
Remnant Publications,Inc.
Project Restore, Inc.
Printed in the United States of America
Original text by E.G.White

A Thought To Think About



Where does one find a collective conscience effort to survive what society has become as of the start of January 2026? Hearts are heavy with loss, and somehow mourn for a practical application of religious to divine thought, from all science to no God, to all God and no science; to sit on one's own teeter-totter of practical dogma in union with the tides  of change and established bodies of thought.

Kant Slant
Law of Wisdom: Applying pure reason, as a rule of measured duty to a cause and effect. With the plight of mental health as a cause, while the effect is success of duty to one's self, through absorption  of the pragmatic stereotyping, overcome in salvation through church and community type work activities. Finding strengths and weakness', while in the personal pursuit of duty, to survive the mountainous rocky trail of life. That feeling of freedom, found in a demographic of people in search of their true oneness with nature, and God above.

Another Quote From My Selective Reading Material

".....it is not hard to understand why today's young doctors, many of whom have never had to confront death or serious illness in their own lives, have no idea how to help their patients. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they must tell patients and families facing serious disease, they withdraw. The patient, however, sees only the detachment, not the concern. Too often, the result of maintaining our "professional distance" is that we build a wall around ourselves. When we do this, our patients are not the only ones who suffer. We hurt ourselves as well. (Look at the high suicide rate of physicians)"
                                                                                                                                Page 135 & 136

Peace, love & Healing
Written by Bernie S. Siegel, M.D.
Harper & Row Publishers, Inc.
New York
Copyright 1989
Printed in the United States of America
                                                                                                    

Trump Will Not Stop Yapping About Me, So He Is Getting A Kick To The Nuts Steel Toe Boot Style In Writing Capabilities From Me

As I learned in theology class while attending University, a Professor I had who had a Doctorate in Theology, explained to the class that the most prolific document he ever read was the American constitution. Fine and dandy, one problem with that is, as I feel, it is taken out of context by individual Americans to have selfish gain, rather than applying it for the good of the nation and the people that reside in the States. In the same light, the position of President of the United States of America must have guidelines to adhere to as an elected official holding office. Trump as a yapping fool with presidential powers, comes across as a bit of an illiterate, and has taken presidential guidelines out of context for selfish gain. With being a semi well read individual, well versed in psychiatry and psychology from practical experience as a mental health consumer, in my own way I have psychoanalyzed him through various news conferences he has made. I have deducted a conclusion about him, as an intellectual being of refined substance, and here is my conclusion. 
The main problem with Trump is that he is half a man taking his self contained complexes out on people he has a distaste for or jealous of. The main reason he is half a man, is that he lost part of his dick in the circumcision process! Past women he has fucked around with can testify to the public about my theory, if he has a foreskin or not. In pursuit of his lost foreskin, as a replacement he wants to make Canada the 51st State, and take over Greenland against the will of the American people and the world. Hey Trump solve your own personal problems and stop taking your issues out to the rest of the world and the American people. As Commander in Chief of the United States of America, I am sure you get free medical benefits, so seek some help from a medical professionals such as a team of mental health advisors, lead by a Psychiatrist, backed up with some talk therapy with a Psychologist, an Occupational Therapist can help you reform and start doing a better job as President. Stop spending as much time in News briefings and get some professional help! 

The History Behind Circumcision And Judaic, Christian Beliefs To Muslim

To unearth the true history about circumcision, one would have to divulge into ancient Hebrew texts and analyze them which I do not have access to. I am stuck with my Christian Bible scriptures and the Internet as a source of reference. With a search in Google under "what is the history of circumcision", along with "where in the Bible is Moses told to preform the act of circumcision". Google suggests to read Exodus 4:24-26, one will also find along this search, the link to, "The Strangest Circumcision Story Ever". It makes for a good read, but Theologians are not too sure what to make of the history of circumcision, I consider myself an authority on foreskins through having one myself. The Christian medical practice to circumcise a baby has gone on for years, stemming from ancient Hebrew texts which became translated in english over time in the what became our Bible. Honestly there is nothing wrong with having a foreskin, other than the need to have water, to keep under the foreskin clean. With sweating, one will be like a women smelling like fish down below, when this occurs, we wash like anything else after a workout. It is just like a woman has to dush to stay fresh. The other main thing one has to watch for is the lips of the foreskin redding and swelling. This only occurred once to me and the cure was applying Noxzema Cream to the area concerned, which solved the problem. The great thing about having a foreskin, is that when one masterbates, with the hand stroking the penis, it feels more like one is inside of a woman with sexual penetration. Hence the experience is more satisfying, and more sexually gratifying, than a circumcised male having to bang a pillow to get their rocks off. My Father explained to me why I was not circumcised as a baby, the reason was, I was born a Rhesus baby and too sick at this age to under go the medical practice of being circumcised. I would not have survived the practice of being circumcised as a infant as explained to me, which I am grateful for now as a grown man of the ripe age of 65. I do not remember everything about theology class, due to having lost my notes to a Bailiff's container at one part in my life, which I never got back when trying to track it down. I do not know the Koran and the Muslim scriptures, but I do remember the great Prophet of Islam, Muhammad, came around 650 years after Jesus Christ, and the Muslim faith is not in practice of circumcision. I remember one student speaking up in theology class, " now we have wars between the circumcised and uncircumcised".  Ironically, I remember when I was attending the Psychiatric Rehabilitation Day Center, after my first hospitalization here in Montreal, we went on a field trip to visit a Synagogue which had a museum attached to it, I shuttered in my boots when I saw the small ceremonial rusty old knife used for circumcision. I remember my thought when seeing it,"Good God, that thing was used to cut off part of my dick!" 

Psychiatric Staff All Think That They Are Know It Alls, When Actually They Are All Fucken Dumb, From What I Experienced Over The Years,The Scattered Few Were Effective Workers

Like the old phrase, "the truth hurts", and the majority of people in society can not handle the truth!  Psychiatric Staff should take a long hard look at themselves in the mirror, and ask themselves, "what have I become", psychoanalyze themselves with their psychiatric textbook. Then, just maybe they will become better at their jobs, and stop being so judgemental of others with the knowledge they hold. Then they should somehow learn to bloody well think about what they are doing! Obviously I am fed up with medical professions just like other profound thinkers that I associate with. Just because a person holds a medical degree, does not make them good at what they do. One can find incompetence in society at whatever field of study one pursued. Just because a person knows the theory in a field of study, that does not mean they can apply their education in a practical application, theory and practical application of that theory are two different things. As educated as I am, I am first to admit that I have a lot to learn at my ripe old age of sixty five, for example, I have never spent any time with a profound and educated intellectual woman, and grown at her side from learning the female experience first hand. Bouncing off the words of PM Mark Carney, a fortress is only as strong as the fortress next to it! Listening to the News while making additions to my blog, it is a two way street, Canadians and the world will remember the American political comments about remembering, we will all remember the stupidity of the Trump administration and the rhetoric they puke up. The whole world is sick of it no doubt, as I am! One leads by example, the United States of America is on a one way path to hell as a fallen Angel in world affairs, just like a lot of educated people that can not think past the bridge of their nose, with no hindsight or insight for get along with others. In a lot of cases with chosen careers, the best of brilliant minds end up going towards doing research in selective fields of study, and you never get to see these people, due to them being highly paid and caught up with dedication to their respective research. In other cases like news Reporters, brilliant mind work with diligence, digging up a newsworthy story, putting together the report to enlighten society on what is happening in human nature and the framework of modern civilization. Some Politicians can be natural born leaders, and brilliant at what they do, bringing forth legislation for the benefit of the country they get elected in. Brilliant minds are at work at all levels of society, some brilliant minds never succeed financially due to petty jealousy over their own person acquired skills, and aptitude of being brilliant in their chosen field of expertise. Judge not, for judgement is the Lord's, having peace of mind is what counts and self improvement to better one's self in an acquired skill over time. Do not take criticism to heart, but reflect on what is being said and use to one's advantage for the chess game of life which is a rat race by the nature of humanity.  

What Did I Write About American Blackmail In Past Postings, Now My Janitor Boss Is Being Blackmailed Royally Over Our Prototype Invention Together

My Janitor Boss has a prototype that he made to sleep on, using his carpenter skills which I modified to get it through a door. It is an excellent design for large couples having their sexual activity on!
It is made of lumber with thin plywood on top, it was all he had to work with living in a low income bracket. The bottom frame is made in two halves which are bolted together in several places with middle legs to help support the structure. Wooden shelving can be put at the head of the bed, and taken off for moving purposes through a door, along with unbolting the bed into two halves as well. The bed is made from softwood lumber frame and plywood with steel bolts,washers and nuts holding the middle section together. The bed has the weight to with holded the pounding of large people's sexual activity. Trump knows nothing about industry he is a real estate investor for high rise buildings then became President with a tariff nation for the world, when they are telling us to go fuck ourselves with our softwood lumber and my janitor boss and I
 can sell large person's bed made the way I wrote and be manufactured in Canada and shipped to the world, they do not want our softwood lumber and tariffs on our steel, what with my steel bolts, with nuts and washers are to be tariffed too coming from our steel industry, A wonderful Canadian Product for large people so they do not bust up there beds no more with sexual activity, the whole world is just waiting till our industry Minister starts up production facilities in each province and ship to the world by Canadian made steel containers. 
 






 

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Doc GM Political Messenger Edition XXIII Vol.VI




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".



Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Doc GM Political Messenger Edition XXIII Vol.V


Lest We Forget, Remembrance Day For Canada, Coming Out Of Protest Mode To Write Again

I was asked by my honourable member of parliament to write on my blog again, I protested enough and missed writing, I promised him I would start writing again on Remembrance Day so we all do not forget old wars Canada took part in, and the present Trump war with his tariff concept on the American business partner, namely Canada. I came up with a phrase based on the song by The Tragically Hip, "New Orleans Is Sinking", under Trump, the United States is sinking and they all got to swim, Canada has a super tanker, do they all want to buy a ticket for survival?
The image for this post consists of my stack of Holy Bibles with my Canadian Coast Guard Beret with a poppy on it and a plastic flower pinned to it. In my stack of Bibles I also have the complete works of the Scottish National Poet, Robbie Burns. From this book I will be transcribing his piece of genius creation which is as follows:
Postscript
My memory's worth a preen:
I had amaist forgotten clean,
Ye bade me write you what they mean
By this 'new-light,'
'Bout which our herds sae aft hae been
Maist like to fight.

In days when mankind were but callans
At Grammar, Logic, an' sic talents,
They took nae pains their speech to balance,
Or rules to gie,
But spak their thoughts in plain, braid Lallans,
Like you or me. 

In thae auld times,they thought the Moon,
Just like a sark, or pair o' shoon,
Gaed past their viewing,
An' shortly after she was done
They gat a new one.

This past for certain, undisputed ;
It ne'er cam i' their heads to doubt it,
Tillchiels gat up an' wad confute it,
An' ca'd it wrang ;
An' muckle din there was about it, 
Baith loud an' lang.

Some herds, well learn'd upo' the beuk,
Wad threap auld folk the thing misteuk ;
For 'twas the auld moon turn'd a neuk,
An' out o' sight,
An' bucklins-comin, to the leuk,
She grew mair bright.

This was deny'd, it was affirm'd ;
The heds and hissels were alarm'd :
The rev'rend gray-breards rav'd an' storm'd,
the beardless laddies
Should think they better were inform'd
Than their auld daddies.

Frae less to mair it gaed to sticks ;
Frae words an' aiths to clours an' nicks ;
An' monie a fallow gat his licks,
Wi' hearty crunt ;
An' some, to learn them for their tricks,
Were hang'd an' brunt.

This game was play'd in monie lands,
An' 'auld-light caddies bure sic hands,
That faith, the youngsters took the sands
Wi' nimble shanks,
Till Lairds forbad, by strict commands,
Sic bluidy pranks.

But 'new-light' herds gat sic a cowe,
Folk thought them ruined stick-an-stowe,
Till now amaist on ev'ry knowe,
Ye'll find ane plae'd ;
An' some, their 'new-light' fair avow,
Just quite barefac'd.

Nae doubt the 'auld-light' flocks are bleatin ;
Their zealous herds are vex'd an' sweatin ;
Mysel, I've even seen them greetin 
Wi' grimin spite,
To hear the Moon sae sadly lie'd on
By word an' write.

But shortly they will cowe the louns !
Some "auld-light' herds in neebor touns
Are mind't, in things they ca' balloons,
To tak a flight,
An, stay ae month amang the Moons
An' see them right.

Guid observation they will gie them ; 
An' when the auld Moon's gaun to lea'e them,
The hindmost shaird, they'll fetch it wi' them,
Just i' their pouch,
An' when the 'new-light' billies see them,
I think they 'll crouch !

Sae, ye observe that a' this chatter
Is naething but a 'moonshine matter ;'
But tho' dull prose-folk Latin splatter
In logie tulzie,
I hope, we Bardies ken some better
Than mind sic brulzie.

Poetical Works of Robert Burns
Edited by William Wallace, LL.D.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited
London and Edinburgh
Reprinted 1953

Now turning to Canadian politics with the tabled budget this fall. Pierre Poilievre, the Conservative Leader is a lifetime politician that knows nothing about economics compared to our honourable Prime Minister Mark Carney. Sometime in the recent past he stated that he would work with the ruling Liberal party to get things done in the House of of Commons for the Canadian people. He is going against his chosen words, budget bashing instead of putting forth concrete ideas to develop the tabled budget with his Conservative ideologies to satisfy the Conservative electoral base. Canadians do not want another election at the at the whim of Poilievre's lust for power to Lead the country as Prime Minister. After all, during the main election where the Liberals won a minority Government, he lost in the voting in his original riding in Ottawa to a Liberal, then a Conservative resigns out west for Poilievre to have a second chance to get a seat in the House of Commons in a by-election as a second class politician, obviously he passed his University teachings in International Relations, but what he learned he can hardly apply practically with his attitude towards the tabled budget this fall. During these Trump wars with tariffs, the budget must pass, there is no perfect budget to satisfy everyone. Disgruntled about the budget as he is, he obviously is causing discontent in the Conservative ranks for one Conservative Politician already crossed the floor to the Liberal prospective as a concerned Politician for the well being of Canada, for the people during these hard times of the Trump war on Canada with tariffs. In closing, Poilievre has a lot to learn, and comes across as a spoiled child in politics that needs his head looked at, to see inside his head to figure out what he is really all about as a half assed Politician. I caught the lunch time news on CBC, what is Poilievre doing mentioning a Merlin Priest, what does he follow a delusional religion or what? I am the one that studied some theology and writing at the University level, not him, after getting my education and practical experience as an Engineering Technician post Canadian Coast Guard College where I studied engineering!


I Pray And Do Art Along With Music As A Faithful Anglican

Here I sit at my computer after a zoom church service and intend to write for a bit while my roommate still snoozes this fine Sunday morning. My roommate is really something very special, ironically we are related way back in ancestral roots, we are related through our Scottish middle names, for he is an Auburn and I am a Cockburn. We hit it off with excellence homeless together, after I invited him back to my place when I acquired an apartment, and he came by a few times, I asked him if he would like to be roommates with me to get out of the winter cold during January of 2025. We cut a deal to finance the apartment together and hence we became the best of roommates together. He is excellent at cheffing up a meal for us in the meger kitchen, and limited cooking utensils we started out with. We wing it on our senior's budget together which is limited within itself, Smiley make a meal out of next to nothing with our limited food supplies with our resource, we make do pretty good. In away we are like the Odd Couple which aired on TV, with his cleaning habits compared to mine. Then this November a buddy of his moved into the building, I also hit it off with him royally, for we have a common interest in playing musical instruments. Ash Kassa is an superb solo guitarist on youtube and you can find him jamming away like a regular Jimi Hendrix by doing a search in youtube under his name. You can also do a search in google and find Ash's Instagram account.
Ash was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia during the year of 1957 and was educated in a private scholastic system. He went to high school in the town of Akika, leaving his homeland to get educated at the Lincoln University in the state of Missouri were he achieved his B.A. in business administration with a 3.89 GPA. Ash went on to get his masters at the University of Washington in Washington DC where he still maintained a 3.89 GPA. With Ash having his masters in business administration he was a Professor teaching his field of study for three years at the University of Washington. He had the gift of being self taught in music, and played guitar since a child in school. Doing Federal time in the States, Ash was a competent substitute teacher in music. This highly gifted Musician always played solo lead guitar, and played in parks on weekends in the States. Coming to Montreal in the year of 2017 he started playing in this city's vast metro system. He started on youtube while staying in New York City, then as an accomplished Musician he pursued further endeavors on youtube when he came to Montreal.   

  Started Doing Art Again By Carving A Pumpkin For Halloween

him. 

I listen to a lot of youtube on my TV set with my unit ofby a Chur friends along with getting News broadcasts from local and National stations on TVch, Ash and Smiley have two very close friends. Smiley was there for me during my recent depression of a severe nature. It was not until I got my used sofa from one of my other best buddies, my building Boss for cleaning the building and handling the garbage bins out front, that when I got out of a rickety old chair and not laying around so much in my bunk fed up with my situation, it was like eureka, I was out of depression and in a comfortable setting. I start unpacking religious art from a container saved for me by a Church. Smiley took a liking to some so I gave it    
to him, and we finally got it up on the walls as seen below.



Then there is the selection of clay art I got unpacked as well, which can be viewed below.


As I gave Smiley some of my religious art, so I gave some to Ash as a welcoming gift to his new residence in this building. We have rewarding intellectual conversations around my coffee table while we enjoy youtube music, and drink tea or coffee, sometimes Colin and I will have an occasional beer while we serve Ash tea. Ash as a Musician is rewarding to have as a close friend, as I had with another close friend on youtube, namely the one and only King Shadrock. When he gave me a UBS key of his music, I returned the good deed by giving him a piece of my art. I posted a video of King Shadrock's Peace,Love, and Unity on my blog way back from a UBS key he gave me. I have been discussing this concept with Ash and told him it is possible for me to burn a UBS key for him to give to people as a sample of his solo guitaring gigs. We have also discussed using some of my art in some animation software to go with his music like other Professional Musicians do.


Ash Kassa Music Videos




I bought what I need to do my clay art again, when Smiley saw my unopened clay he wanted to do clay work with my tools. I was just missing essential things to help us out which I got awhile back. We just have to get at it sometime in the near future. We were given some quality paints and we intend to get some small Dollar store canvases to work with to start putting our painting skills back to work.