Danny's Doting(s)

  Well, Trudeau, it's really hit the fan now, hasn't it? Countless people that you have insulted, dismissed and pissed off to no end have descended upon downtown Ottawa. My wife, Sharon, and I, saw quite a few of them go by on Highway 17 in Cobden, Ontario during the long, bitterly cold, historic, absolutely exhilarating evening of Friday, January 28, 2022.  Highway 17 may only be two lanes in our area, but it is still the Trans Canada Highway and sees a lot of traffic. It never saw more than that incredible night.  Whoops, hollers, and cheers, Diesel engines, blaring horns, and heavy tires on hard frozen asphalt were the unforgettable sounds of that momentous evening. Yeah, Justin, we got to see 7 hours of your "small fringe minority" of people with "unacceptable ideas" drive by on only one of the several routes into Ottawa. Sharon and I were the first people on the right side of the road in Cobden to greet them with our big, "THANK YOU CONVOY" si...

  That was one cold night out there, fella. It was frigidly cold temperature-wise, but hot emotionally.  I never heard so much honking and whooping in my life. From compact cars to A-trains and everything in between, it was all there. As they entered Cobden, they were greeted by the sight of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum on a raised platform on a white pickup waving two big Canadian flags like their lives depended on it. And, you know what? Their lives really did depend on it. And the lives of their children and grandchildren. I won't tell you who T'Dee and T'Dum were. It was dark, so we never saw one license plate. Who knows where all these concerned people came from? Our town could have been the 50th one they came to on their journey. Two guys were hanging right out of each side of a mid size car. How cold they were in this weather can only be imagined.  There were a lot of signs on the cars, trucks, vans, SUV's, RV's, and semis. Some of them were just two word phra...

  It is Wednesday evening, January the 26th 2022 as I write this. The Convoy to Ottawa has now entered the Guiness Book of World Records as the largest convoy of trucks ever in the world. And it will shatter its own record as it gains strength and momentum while it crosses the country. Trucks are flowing into it like tributaries into a river. This movement is becoming a Nile of not moving water but Macks, Peterbilts, Freightliners, Kenworths, Sterlings, Western Stars, Volvos, etc., and the focused, dedicated, and determined men and women behind their wheels and blowing their horns. Never before in the world has a group of concerned citizens gathered together in such a mobile manner. It is not only historic, but a graphic symbol of the anger and frustration of the population of a nation under the draconian control of a spastic court jester masquerading as a world leader. The machinations of this treacherous, heavy handed government has brought the country from a standstill to the bo...

  Alzheimer's or dementia is a harrowing thing for both the victim and their families and friends. Watching a loved one's slide from innocent appearing forgetfulness into sometimes dangerous insanity will haunt a person. Although it's been nearly 10 years since Dad has been taken home to his Lord and Saviour, I still have dreams about the effect it had on him, and us. One of those dreams got me up early this morning and set me to write this. My Dad's first real sign of dementia was him forgetting that his wife had died. It was alarming to me, and he had to live the news of Mom's death over and over. Mercifully, his memory somehow finally once again took hold of the fact and he settled back into her not being with us. I learned how to bring him around to the realization of her being gone in a gentle reminding way that stimulated his long term memory, rather than the shattering blow I first dealt him in my alarm of his loss of such a huge chunk of his life. One of the...

  My posts are predominately political these days. Some of you don't like it. Guess what? I don't like it either! I will NOT, however, bury my head in the sand and ignore everything I have ever known crumbling and tumbling down around me. We are watching--no: LIVING--the trampling underfoot of the Canadian Charter of Rights, the Canadian Bill of Rights, the Canadian Victims Bill of Rights, and Section 176(1) of the Criminal Code of Canada these very days. These very sad, tragic, CRIMINAL days. Non-elected officials are hijacking our police forces and turning them against us. We can't even vote these evil people out because we never voted them in in the first place! We didn't ask them their self righteous opinion, but have to live the foolishness--or premeditated evil--of the consequences of their rulings. The greatest victims in this are the young and the old, forced to live in seclusion and fear. A friend of mine related to me a situation of a relative of theirs. When ...

  I just had a somewhat disturbing dream. I literally dreampt up a scam by some enterprising crooks who cased places for stuff they wanted to steal.  Often times in higher levels of crime there is a 'faceman' whose job is setting up the scenario for the actual crime. In this dream he was called The Diceman. Dressed in a flashy, slighty campy, black and white suit with matching hat (to make his face less distinguishable to security cameras) this guy would show up at 'random' doors, present himself as 'The Diceman', and 'award' the household with 'free tickets' to a major sporting or entertainment event. He would say that he "rolled the dice on your street and your number came up!" If your street addresses typically had four numbers, he would pull four dice out of his pocket, and say, "I rolled the dice and your number: 2389, came up!" (He had those 10 sided dice) He would present several official-looking tickets to a certain hi...