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2009-11-20T10:35:00.001-08:00

I have decided to start going off on American News. I don't suspect I will impress every0ne with my comments but then again just listen to some of the columnists they are always full of more shit the next day.
I meant to do this a few weeks ago however time got away from me and well here I am 3 weeks later.
I live in the land of the free, "Prairie Land Saskatchewan Canada", well I have always felt it was free however after a few conversations with some Good Ole boys from the U.S of A I may have come to the sad realization that... Perhaps Cananda isn't free after all. AS Canadians we pay 35-37% of what we gross every year back to the big brother and the Federal Govt; We then pay at least 5% PST (provincial sales tax) and another 5% GST(goods and services tax) this is another 10% on all good and services paid for average amount of product bought by a Canadian... From that we get what?
- Well luckliy we live in a Country where at work... I can wear a Cross if I like... I can also display my Pride in Country by displaying the Canadian Flag where ever I damn well want to. We come together at Christmas, even if we aren't Christian. And those who aren't Christian actually laugh when you try to be politically correct about something most of our Country beleives in by say Happy Holidays! We don't have a Deficit increasing by 3.87 billion per day!!.. I can walk down to the local medical center if I need to, and can even state the kind of treatment I want to recieve (to a degree).
To cap this short little rant off! I as a Canadian pay what I mentioned in Taxes yes you as an American... :( you pay a mere 5% less than what I do. You however don't have the same options as I do...

2009-09-29T13:38:00.000-07:00

Self realization. ( short post I never published)

Along with lack of money, lack of intimacy, lack of fun, and lack of time, comes lack of dreams...

I remember as a child, dreams were a way of escape, they allowed me to visit foreign lands that though I had never seen them, they felt as warm as home; Be with people though the faces of the people in my dreams, were no one I had ever met and it was as though were were old friends...? So now that I am older and I have no recolection of my dreams does that mean my life is fullfilled, or is it that I have become so repressed that even my dreams are so the recolection of them is not worth it?
Living dreams are what lide has become, I day dream of what my children will become... Not of where or what I will do, I find myself praying often that eighther this or that will come to pass and with that my dreams will transpire.

2009-09-25T07:28:00.000-07:00

My blog will now be known as growth..
Isn't it amazing how a few simple words can fuel and compel someone to embark upon something that was once only a fleeting fancy. I speak of writing; you see I have been told since an early age that I had this amazing way of telling a story, exploring inner thoughts and expressing them though my words yet... for one reason or another writing was not something I ever chose to find time for. From drinking, Smoking, and partying straight to diapers marriage and chores ... Absolutely but never a moment to write! I suppose these era's of my life allowed me to build upon the experiences to which I will indulge my reader; and maybe, just maybe even jar loose some of the repressed and forgotten memories jammed and hidden into the recesses of my unsettled mind.
Though I am seen as the typical man; Rough tumble and rugged, my emotions run at the level of a preadolescence girl experiencing her hormones for the first time. Hallmark commercials are evil, and I swear that series "extreme Makeovers" was developed to insure everyone gets a good cry at least once a week. I get emotional giving speeches, and confrontation makes me vaclept. Writing has always been my easiest form of expression, and now through the encouragement of others I shall go forward.

2009-09-23T09:50:00.000-07:00

Lost works.

Today I had the pleasure of having coffee with an accomplished writer, she gave me complete honesty and unsolicited grace. I was actually approached on my writing ability???
As I have made a few attempts in the past at penning a story or blogging an event in my life I thought I would go searching for those lost words. Two years ago I poured my soul into a blog expressing sights, smells, tears and anger, and though I had been encouraged to continue with it... I was simply weighed down by spinning gears of life; now nearly 2 years later, I start searching for those lost words and the raw emotions they would produce from anyone reading.... Alas they are gone...
So now I create a new blog that will allow me to start again. :( Of course the difference being... I no longer recollect the smells, I can't fathom intense heat, the sounds of foreign country and language no longer buzz as a blur in the background those memories are blurred and marred. How many thoughts become absorbed and erased by the constant media surrounding us? Dr. House now lives in a detox, Lizzie may or may not live through the next season, will Syris resurface in heroes???
WTF!!! There are my own concerns, yes embarrassing... but these are the replacements for my own triumphs and woes.

I fear that we as people... as a society, no longer rank our own thought and emotions as high as we should... we simply become absorbed in a fantastical fictional world that allows us to escape our own issues and emotion. Maybe this isn't a horrible thing?? My wish today though is that I could still draw from the way I felt yesterday about me... Rather than the happiness I felt while watching House belittle yet another hopeful henchman.