Danny's Doting(s)

  I had a crazy dream last night. The Earth was taken over by a group of ants from another world. Not swarms. A group. Not invaded. Taken over.  The ants were really big for ants, about 4 inches or so tall when standing. They could speak, but didn't very much or very often. Their entire power lay in their convincing oratory, and they very quickly convinced the citizens of the world that they and their kind, as ants, had more right to the resources of the Earth than humans. So, the majority of humanity willingly lined up for sterilization shots. Then it was just a matter of time, waiting for them to die off. The ants were patient; they had to be. The people that knew better than to offer their bodies up to beings that hated them were hoped to be unsustainable numbers, or could be hunted down and exterminated by the others, because the mere ants couldn't do anything themselves. The ants had no desire for property, for money, for silver, or for gold. They only wanted the vegetati...

  Every so often in life, you run into a scent that can instantaneously rocket you back years... even decades, to a place or event in your childhood. To a lesser extent, the thought of an aroma can trigger a vivid memory as well. With no exception, my favorite 'scent memory' is that of my Uncle Carson's log house. Whenever Dad and I went to see him in his singular existence, he would invariably greet us with, "We're ever so glad to see yuh!" That always struck me as so odd, even when I was just a little tyke. I used to wonder who the other one was. Uncle Carson was an eccentric, lifelong bachelor farmer who kept a neat little farm nestled right in behind the old Antrim Truck Stop off of Highway 17 in Antrim Ontario. Uncle Carson took his eccentricity seriously, and was a recluse. He didn't have a driver's license. He really didn't need one, because he pretty much didn't care to go anywhere, and I can't say as I blamed him, being that he had...

  Manhood is under constant attack these days. Anything good is under attack. Evil is being called good and good is being called evil. Almost everything is upside down. God created Man in his own image. That's Genesis 1:27. Any attack on manhood is therefore an attack on God Almighty and His design and intention for the world as well.  One of the modern catchphrases intended by the haters of all that is right is 'toxic masculinity'. Rest assured there is no such thing. That is a lie straight from the pit of hell and hopefully this piece will make that clear. You don't have to be able to bench press 400 pounds or split a 24 inch block of gnarled oak with one swing of a maul to be a man. What is required of you is a clear recognition of your role and a strict adherence to it. Stand firm in your faith and knowledge of what is right and holy. Do not be swayed. In all things, pursue holiness and righteousness for yourself and your family. Honour God first. Seek first the rig...

  To a modern day cynic like me, the headline above, and many others emerging like it, is just another 'roll eyes' moment. If you won't be honest with me or others for your pride's sake, can you not at least be honest with yourself: Did you really not see this coming? People like me did, years ago. It's only logical. I mean, come on...  Think of the footprint of an oil well for gas, Diesel fuel, and lubricants production. How small it is. Then think of the giant step mines it takes for lithium production for electric car batteries. Pretty big difference, eh? Oh - and you still need the oil well for all the lubricants the electric car still requires for all its moving parts! Life these days is a teflon-lined funnel; whether you're oblivious enough to not see the gigantic electric vehicle debacle that is coming, or saw it a million miles away, you're being directed to a long ago pre-determined end. The puppetmasters that control everything do not want you to...