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Social Media Love: Triple Shot
Fall: Sharing Love on Social Media
Is FB like the shady character hiding out by the school yard tempting the naïve with a first taste?
“Hey kid… would you like some candy. The first taste is free. No charge. Come back if you like it.”
A day later the pliant child comes back for more… then more… then more… eventually dishing out treats themselves and then, eventually, tragic.
Switching to fall, the leaves are falling, the temperature is dipping; it’s time to move indoors, to cuddle. You’re in love. You want to share it. You do. FB allows you to saucer out the sweets to a plethora of FB friends; only 3-greater-than-acquaintance.
Your channel blows up. “LIKES” start blasting in. You like the flavour of like. You hit a euphoric high. You want more. You think your friends want more. You’re addicted. You’ll be back. You crash. The playground calls. Mr. Shady knocks on your psyche gangling up to your need for validation.
You think. I must post more. My audience is captive. They want it. They’ll look. They’ll like. They do. The posts become more frequent; more pallid, dull, redundant; yet, incredibly narcissistic as your addiction grows.
Like a train wreck, FB has created a medium where most people that scroll the pages can’t look away. I got trapped. A friend (several actually) began to drop every ounce of their relationships onto the News Feed. Your read it once, a gag. You read again… and again… and again… and you realize you desperately want to hit “DISLIKE” to balance out the ridiculousness of the “LIKES” that are deposited because someone read, “I made a snack for my love… then we watched a movie…”
Have you ever wondered why FB doesn’t have a “DISLIKE” button?
I think they are following a simple formula:
LIKE = ADDICTION = MORE POSTS
= MORE ADVETISING $s =
BILLIONS OF DOLLARS for FB
I’ve just realised something, FB and the mundane drivel we willingly consume has tricked me, I said I would never participate; never post; never… never… never… ever.
Now I’m consuming, insanely; as I hope to find something of interest; a rare occurence. If that sounds judgemental, so be it; it wasn’t meant to be.
Back to love. STOP at the first announcement, please. Every single FB blathered relationship that my friends have boasted about, ended, tragically… eventually delivering the one with the penchant for posting to pathetic, every single one of them.
Take a moment for thought: hmm… love is for the most part a private matter, isn’t it?
Posting constantly about your days with your “LOVE” together, well, we all eat F—king breakfast, lunch, dinner, watch TV. How can you doing any of those things be relevant to anyone else?
Before you post, THINK: If someone asked you face-to-face how have you been?
Would you reply, “I made breaky for my… We watched TV… We fell asleep on the couch…”
Then why are you sharing it on FB. Social Media is turning us into a bunch of cloned needy idiots, trapped by the drug of “LIKE.” I must break free. I try to be original. I write. I was told a presence is needed. I try to spark conversation. I’m met with schleps of steaming crap about nothing. FB has a propensity to be a blank nauseating canvas of empty.
Tell us how you really feel.
As the dust settles, much like the constant need to be “LIKED” and convince us all that they are in love; they will be left endlessly searching for why a love so pure could have possibly failed when all they did was “EVERYTHING” for the one they love as we were sold by their repetitive posts.
The neediness of “LIKE” isn’t sexy.
Now, go and do something with your love and keep it to yourself. That way you may avoid being another broken-soul on the trash pile of Social Media heartache!
And, back away from the sketchy mangled looking guy trying to tempt you with another keystroke.
Time to FB: What shall I do first?
I know; I’m going to type some words for you to read, basically, about nothing, minutia. There you go; you’ve read them… I think you are probably better off for them, are you?
Of course you are.
Nothing more, nothing less, time to reduce my rhetoric, one word sentences to express how I am, go:
Tired… work… frumpy… grumpy… frumpy-grumpy… diluted (I just drank some water).
Boy FB adds to life.
More going: nappy… walking… relaxing… reading… eating… inging…
"OMG! Did you read about Ted? It said right there on FB he was relaxing..."
Maybe I’ll eat something, if I do, I will let you know. My eating habits must be important to you. I may have chips… no Cheesies… they are made with “REAL” cheddar. And besides, I like orange.
Time to post some pictures I never took… they’re “ORIGINAL.” (SMILEY FACE) I know you can’t find pictures you never took yourself.
Read this word.
So true… (insert article link). I’m not going to read it because when I looked at it I realized it was long. Admit it, you did as well when you posted yours. If you’d have read it you’d have had an opinion other than just posting it.
Crap… somebody just commented on the article I posted.
Whew… someone else commented… meaning: I don’t have to have an opinion because the “readers” are doing it for me. The only reason I posted it was because I like the TITLE and I saw that someone else had posted it.
Now it is time to talk about how strong my relationship is by convincing everyone that every BLEEPING second of it is worth telling EVERYONE about.
COMING SOON (see above):
“FALL: SHARING LOVE ON FACEBOOK” an Original article I’m working on about, well, sharing love on FB. Inspired by the numerous loves I’ve seen CRASH & BURN when one of the lovers shares every detail of their relationships as if they are the only couple in the world.
I made my love a snack – we watched TV together – he/she is my everything – we slept in each other’s arms – it’s cold out – we need to layer for warmth – I’m so in love – I’m so in love – we’re so in love – we had breakfast together – we are going to the beach – we are going to have more snacks later – we eat – honey can I borrow the computer? – “thanks babe for making a snack” (really, you needed to borrow the computer to thank your partner that is sitting beside you for making you food on FB, really?) - we love – perfectly!
That’s it it’s over – I did my best – it wasn’t enough – he/she screwed me – broke my heart – I will grow – I must change – the authorities were called – it’s over – did I say I did everything? – I had to report what happened – anger – frustration – to be shared with everyone (one hour ago everything was okay according to the last message) – tomorrow will be a better day.
FORK IN THE ROAD
Either; take a deep breath get the BLEEP off FB and learn and grow.
First, must get rid of the POST (not the first) sharing the tragedy of the ugly split before all of my FB friends see it and realize we’re not perfect.
Or, air the dirty laundry for all to see portraying my ex as a maniacal manipulator.
Or, get BLEEPING off FB to learn and grow.
Or, write a somewhat eloquent almost undecipherable diatribe expressing your innermost feelings in an attempt to showcase your true feelings… until you receive the inevitable: “that’s beautiful” comments you so desire, and, until others, barf on their keyboards.
Or, oh yeah, the incriminating UGLY END OF RELATIONSHIP INVOLVING THE AUTHORITIES email was removed fast, allowing the poster to pretend everything is once again, perfect, 6-hours later with most of the people they know being non-the-wiser. Then---quickly, reset---and begin posting every moment of the relationship until the next inevitable dust-up, once again.
I made a snack – we watched a movie – we are going to sleep on the couch…
Article in full-form to be written soon!
*Although the article is based upon the numerous relationships (at least 4) that I have seen cluttering the FB World until their timely---or untimely ends, depending if you believe in FREE WILL or DESTINY; any similarities to any FB friendship is purely coincidental and in no way reflect a sane reality.
Now back to what FB is all about. Read this… way to go, you did. I wrote “this” for you to read.
It is time to walk into the mist of the day on the road to my inevitable sleepy place as I try to understand how technology and Social Media has brought us to this reality.
Smart Phone – ready – grasp in left hand – raise – scroll – scroll faster – oh no – I’m nervous – there is someone on this train without a phone – What is he/she doing? – What is he/she? – He/she can’t be real – He/she’s reaching into a pocket – oh boy – awe, I feel better he/she was getting his/her phone out!
*Studies have shown that 94.7% of relationships where one of the parties of the relationship over-shares every detail of life, fail miserably.
*I may have made up the sentence above.
"I did, I think... but c'mon, we've all known a FB relationship... and tell the truth, what do you think of them?
I will leave you all with a question: Do you really care what your friends are going to eat, do… anything; or, are we all just fishing for the illusive “LIKE” that most of the time only the COOL KIDS (LOL) receive?
Hey FB friends... where are you going?
Come back. Please! I care about your snacks, really; I do.
Let's layer together. It's starting to get cold. That's better...
Cuddly... (SMILEY FACE)
I’ve decided that I have two choices for survival on this rotating rock: 1) Try to understand Facebook/Social Media (yuck) and conform; or 2) Destroy technology to level the playing field to avoid becoming a dinosaur (more of).
In my attempt to find balance and room for me on the bandwagon; I would like to ask you Facebook veterans a few questions in a vain attempt to wrap my head around why?
Attempting to understand Social Media
Please help. Every question begins with “WHY…”:
*On the relationship topic. My friend’s relationship did crash & burn… and un-crash as if nothing had happened (skirting past the call to the Police which was quickly removed). This troubled me because, well, it is a friend.
When I suggested it’s best to keep life a wee-bit-more-private… my friend’s “followers” basically told me to “stuff it…” they like to hear when “snacks are made.” This troubled me.
I think we need to be careful of what we share. I think once we post, what we’ve posted no longer belongs to us (what we post no longer belongs to us) and it becomes fair game for all to dismantle; therefore, be careful… my quest to destroy technology is riddled with failure… so all I can do is try to understand on my road to Dinoland!
In the meantime: Please try to help me understand!
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Candy Crush & Soup from the past
I just finished a new level of Candy Crush. Bizarre, I'm don't even know what Candy Crush is.... I guess I'm slow.
Anyway, the picture is of something I ate 2 years ago. I hope you enjoy!
I think I flew to Japan. Spent the night in Narita. Flew to Seoul. Took 3 trains. Had some drinks. Went to bed. Got up the next day. Took some more trains. It was sunny and cold. Looked around a bit. Found a restaurant. Ordered. And, next thing you know... SOUP!
I'm not sure what I was thinking when the food arrived. Probably, "The soup sure looks hot."
A friend spammed my email with the letter below
Excellent letter!! Keep it going…
Congratulations to our fellow Canadians in Quebec who had the courage and conviction to exhibit their common sense in officially banning the hijab for certain transactions where identity is mandatory. It's a start. It's a privilege to be allowed to immigrate and to live in this country - not a right. When this hit the e-news a few weeks ago, there was overwhelming support by the readers who AGREED with Quebec's action.
The letter below says it all. Keep it going.
The letter below says it all. Keep it going.
A Letter to the Editor (excellent letter)
penned by: unknown
So many letter writers have explained how this land is made up of immigrants. Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people why today's Canadian is not willing to accept the new kind of immigrant any longer.
Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to Canada, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in Halifax and be documented. Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times.
They made learning English a primary rule in their new Canadian households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home. They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new and better life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture.
Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labour laws to protect them. All they had were the skills, craftsmanship and desire they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity.
Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. Canadians fought alongside men whose parents had come straight over from Germany, Italy, France, Japan, China, Czechoslovakia, Russia, Sweden, Poland and so many other places. None of these first generation Canadians ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Canadians fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan. They were defending the Freedom as one people. When we liberated France, no one in those villages was looking for the Ukrainian-Canadian or the German-Canadian or the Irish-Canadian. The people of France saw only Canadians.
And we carried one flag that represented our country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be a Canadian. They stirred the melting pot into one red and white bowl.
And here we are in 2013 with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges, only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules - one that includes a Canadian passport and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being a Canadian is all about. Canadians have been very open-hearted and open-minded regarding immigrants, whether they were fleeing poverty, dictatorship, persecution, or what ever else makes us think of those aforementioned immigrants who truly did ADOPT our country, our flag, our morals and our customs, and left their wars, hatred, and divisions behind. I believe that the immigrants who landed in Canada in the early 1900s deserve better than that for the toil, hard work and sacrifice of those legally searching for a better life. I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags, fighting foreign battles on our soil, making Canadians change to suit their religions and cultures, and wanting to change our country’s fabric by claiming discrimination when we do not give in to their demands
Its about time we get real and stand up for our forefathers’ rights. We are CANADIAN. I am a Native of this Country and proud of it!
NO MORE POLITICAL CORRECTNESS
And while we're on the subject - allow CHRISTMAS back in stores and our schools!
I want back the country of my birth.
P.S. -- Please pass this on to everyone you know!!!
KEEP THIS LETTER MOVING!!
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NIMBY: Freedom of Religion in Quebec
I felt the urge to respond
(Excellent letter) A rebuttal from this side
(An even more excellent retort)
penned by: lindsay w (me)
Where does one start?
Wow! --- Seems to be a reasonable place.
This fantastic letter (look left) screaming unity/solidarity comes masked in divisiveness and hatred. It lacks basic understanding of history with sweeping generalizations and the fear-based-fantasy of reverting to easy-living past while the World storms forward into the unknown of the future.
Kudos to the Quebecers that have had the “courage and conviction” meaning: heavy-handed goal of oppressing things they don’t understand nor have taken, even a millisecond, to understand. The letter writer claims “common sense” must prevail. “We need to identify.” “Take off the Hijab, you’re scaring me… I mean us, since my common sense speaks equally for all.”
What a load of horse crap!
Do we really need to fear the miniscule percentage of women expressing their religious freedom?
Something that being a true-Canadian takes immense pride in, despite the cries from those that believe Canada is a Christian nation founded on Christian values… that, OMG, how can we handle having to say Seasons Greetings; it’s destroying our identities. Our right to our freedom to force our convictions on others, because, really, the definition of conviction is to fight for your goals single-mindedly regardless of who may disagree with the baseless lack of common sense being purported.
Canadian Laws and Constitution guarantee Freedom of Religion. I repeat…
Somehow, not in this case, a stand is being taken. Once again Kudos to Quebec… wait a second, doesn’t a large portion of the population of Quebec want to separate?
“It’s a privilege…” Actually, it’s time to break out the ALL CAPS to show how high the level of support amongst white Anglos that support this ban by agreeing to stomp out freedom unless it pertains to themselves, has risen.
Identity is mandatory. I need to see your face to ensure you are not hiding your identity. This is quickly becoming a global epidemic; Hijab wearing fraud is running rampant. Transaction after transaction is destroying… wait, it’s not destroying anything… what do you mean criminal activity is taking place globally by individuals wearing ski-masks, mask-masks (I’m not sure what that is), or no mask at all. Scam artists bilk the elderly out of life savings with lottery scams. But, my god, heaven forbid, the proliferation of Muslim women expressing their beliefs, really, that is where we need to focus our attention… everything else will come into clear view if we do.
Dennis Rodman in North Korea will become understandable.
Justin Bieber being worth over $200 million dollars is a sign that civilization is on the right path.
Athletes being worshiped, and then needing to be coddled because they had a hard year earning nearly 7-million dollars because they are not traded…
Oh, I get it, we are afraid that these women aren’t really women; instead they are terrorists in DRAG.
What bleeping transactions are we speaking of here, by the way?
Hasn’t the world shrunk due to the advent of the internet?
Religion, Governments and Corporations used to be able to fool us into fear by pointing at anyone who doesn’t look like me/you, and by telling us those people; over there, the ones with different pigment, the Asians, Africans, Hindus, the… they are the ones trying to destroy our puritanical ways, they want to force their way of life on us, while at the same time, stripping away our right to consume all of the Big Gulps, Starbucks Coffee, and Gap clothing for ourselves. It’s mine not yours. Now get back to where you came from. We don’t want you here. You don’t look like the rest of us.
Click… wait a second, they have a Holiday Inn, a McDonalds, they drink Coca Cola, they… they’re supposed to be our enemies, our leaders told us so, they seem to be doing a lot of things like us, living, stressing, over-working, buying into buying… could we have been duped?
I’m confused: if those who are trying to destroy us; live just like us, who are the bad people that are going to stomp on the privilege to be Canadian?
I know… the last bastion of misunderstanding, the Muslims; they must be out to get us. They are all radical… at least that’s what I need to believe. To cut them off at their axis-of-evil we will stop the Hijab Movement before it takes, and it’s too late. Hmm… why is that Hijab wearing woman drinking Starbucks?
By now you’ll have realized I can’t say hello in less than 678 words. It’s the way I am. Stream-of-consciousness with a dab of research is where my head spins.
A little research tells me there is no reason to fear the headgear. For the most part it doesn’t have anything to do with the oppression of women which North American religious zealots misinform the pliable time-constrained tired masses of the West. The scarves are not a sign of subservience. They are part of freedom. No difference than what Nuns wear.
Whether we agree or understand, that is not our place; our Charter of Rights guarantees freedom to all of us, wearing the Hijab is a religious choice. It is more a reflection of culture than anything else. It is draped in history.
"Tell the believing men that they shall subdue their eyes (and not stare at the women), and to maintain their chastity. This is purer for them. God is fully Cognizant of everything they do. And tell the believing women to subdue their eyes, and maintain their chastity. They shall not reveal any parts of their bodies, except that which is necessary. They shall cover their chests, and shall not relax this code in the presence of other than their husbands, their fathers, the fathers of their husbands, their sons, the sons of their husbands, their brothers, the sons of their brothers, the sons of their They shall not strike their feet when they walk in order to shake and reveal certain details of their bodies. All of you shall repent to God, O you believers, that you may succeed." (Quran 24:30-31)
For those who promote oneness by trying/succeeding in removing freedom, you’ve lost site that we are not all the same. Canada is brilliant because of that. Taking away rights spins the spiral downward into repression. What this fear produces is exactly what it is trying to stop; intolerance.
“When this hit the e-news…”
This letter is nothing new. A friend of mine that resides in Arizona sent me an email strikingly similar to this a few years ago. But instead of Hijab, Mexican was inserted. The rest of the letter was to the T, except Canadian was flipped to American.
This got me to thinking: as much as people can get lost in the sentiment and think “hard-done-by,” what prompts the need to blast it forward to all of your predominately white emigrated from Europe; friends in your address book?
When you saw this propaganda did you sit on the end of your chair going, “Yes this strikes home to me, I’m pretty sure I saw a Muslim woman today and I don’t like it, she’s up to no good. I must alert the others.”
I have another questionably-stable female acquaintance that once told me that she needed to carry a gun when she lived in Arizona because, “You never know when your car may break down on the highway and you’ll be attacked by a rapist Mexican.”
Luckily he wouldn’t be wearing a scarf; or, would he, well maybe a bandana?
By the way: Photo ID is one of the least accurate methods of identification, falling only slightly behind “Eye Witness” testimonies. Apparently we need the photo because you never know when a questionably-trained, uninspired-worker, civil, or otherwise, might need to check it to prove who you are.
You’re chuckling now, aren’t you, admit it. Better alert the others that the system might be flawed. Can I see your ID please?
Wouldn’t retina scans, fingerprints, or even Big Brothers desire to insert a micro-chip into all of us be a far more reliable method of identification, without trampling on Religious Freedom?
That way we could all rest easily knowing we know where all the Muslims are hanging at any given moment. In fact: let’s chip all of the newcomers sooner or later because they do have a propensity to make calls to the Motherland every night to report on us.
“Honey, I’ll be down for dinner in a few minutes, I’m tired, I worked a 14-hour day because Canada doesn’t recognize my medical degree, but you know how it is, I must make the call.” RING. “Hello… yeah that’s right… we’ve got them right where we want them. Yeah, I know, it’s hysterical. They are focusing on… When we are the ones to fear, I’ve got to run, my dinner is ready. Honey, can you grab me a Guinness?”
It’s now time for my retort. Sit back. Relax. Grab a frosty beverage. Here goes.
Stream-of-consciousness clock start now; press play. Current time 4:44 PM
Go. Time to turn to the history books, first up Google: “Back in 1990…” substitute “Ellis Island” for “Halifax” and what do you find, bam:
“Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to the United States, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in New York and be documented. Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new American households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home.”
How could an excellent letter pointing out the flaws of immigration have been plagiarized?
Do Canada and the USA have identical histories---are Halifax and Ellis Island synonymous?
Or, could possibly, and only possibly, these similar “excellent” Letters to the Editor have been taken out of the same fear-stoking, ethically/morally debunked hate-filled playbooks that are spread like disease to sheep-like masses afraid to see anything other than the same in the mirror?
Population of Canada 1990: 5.3 million.
Number of McDonald’s/Starbucks/Tweets…: 0
Population of Canada Today (Sept 16th): 35 million.
Global Population 1990: 1.6 billion.
Global Population Today (Sept 16th): 7.2 billion.
Global Coca Cola Consumption (2011): 26.7 billion unit cases. A unit case equals 5.678 liters or 24 servings of 8 US fluid ounces each.
What the Hell, does Coke have to do with immigration; I’m not sure… wait, maybe the rest of the World should write Letters to the Editors regarding the immigration of Coca Cola into their once culturally-proud, likely less-obese, lands.
Anyway, back to my stream… I just received news 90 more Starbucks just opened globally as I typed “this.”
I find it hard to believe with a 450% increase in Global Population… the Industrial Revolution, WW1, WW2 plus many other conflicts of convenience that, well, it’s almost unfathomable that the World isn’t reverting back to 1990.
If we did, I wouldn’t likely be typing this as life expectancy was kicking in at 46.3 years for men, meaning: I’d be slightly south of that age, meaning: dust. Damn immigrants. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here; whatever that means.
Where did these new Canadians that had to give up their lands and mother tongues come from?
41% came from the British Isles. So, I guess instead of giving up English, they slowly began to force Christianity on the land as they began to swath a path across it. Thankfully, Canada is the 3rd largest land mass in the World, so for us to be a viable nation (surviving nation) we needed good folks from other countries as well. Many of those were quickly shunned by the white-Christian-English-speaking-ground-kissing majority that quickly deduced Canada needs to be just like home.
By the way I’m white-spiritual (my own)-English-speaking…
Wow… “Pledge to uphold laws” …what a radical concept. Do not kill others: pretty good law. Don’t take other peoples stuff: good law. Don’t wear clothing that is significant to you but scary to people not of your religious proclivities: Do I need to say… that doesn’t sound like a law at all.
Skip to Russia. Don’t kill: good law. Don’t be... GAY
“Changed their names…” why would someone do that?
I remember when I was in London talking with a Londoner he told me: “We are the true ruling class. Most true Londoners come from pure bloodlines. The rest of you..." I think he was even directing his pomp at me "...are nothing more than commoners."
Why-oh-why would someone change their names to blend into a Nation under the watchful eye of the Monarchy?
Isn’t blending in the corporate world’s desire for homogenization?
Anyway, many of the non-English speaking Europeans were shunned… looked down on as second class citizens and found themselves working the fields (farms) of the West as Canada tried desperately to populate the land to keep up a strong front against the Americans. We weren’t always best friends.
Changing names out of fear of being second class is much of an ocean-wide difference as changing pigment of skin, or spiritual belief. It used to be nearly a crime in to be Black; didn’t it?
Once again: not a law.
I find it odd that the “Excellent” letter writers from both Canada on the USA have the ability to climb into the minds of immigrants in the early 1900s and possibly know what their motivations were.
I chuckle at the vision of the boats loaded with people waving good bye to their homelands. If it was 2013 they could have flown to their new homes. In 1900 it wasn’t an option. Maybe if we got rid of planes we could retreat back to simpler times where immigration was a long slow arduous process. What’s that, it takes years to become a Canadian citizen… the exams are tough… you have to still learn more about Canada before you get your citizenship than the writers of these duo of letters do, really?
Shut the bleep up!
“Nothing was… No free… no welfare… no labour laws…”
Really, you went there, you’re against welfare… labour laws.
Welfare serves a purpose. I help manage a Labour Agency, and as much as I believe there are flaws in the system, we never know the life cards that are dealt ones way; therefore, judgement needs to be reserved to actions in ones presence.
The workers at many of these agencies have had a tough go of it, many have been marginalized, many have other issues; many are milking the system by collecting welfare, eating free lunches, plus much more. Less than .00000001% of them are new-immigrant Canadians.
I’m not saying a problem doesn’t exist… I’m just saying the swath of your hate-pointing finger needs to cut a larger and maybe look at society’s failures as we all try to scratch our ways to the top of a crumbling “American Dream.”
Justin Bieber seems to have made it to the top. Many of us never will.
As a proud Canadian, Canada’s contribution in protecting democracy was phenomenal. To claim nobody gave any thought to giving their lives is simply, ludicrous---I’m certain nobody sane runs forth to the potential end of their lives. And besides, many of these new European Canadians according to the letter writers returned to fight in their previous homelands which were ripe with a history of conflict… newsflash in the last thousand years Europe has been a land filled with nearly endless conflict with nations coming and going as many tried and failed for World domination. Glaringly absent from the, “came straight over from” England… go figure.
Flashback to name changes: I wonder how many of the new Japanese-Canadians changed their names to Smith. Maybe if they had, they wouldn’t have had their lives turned upside down when fear forced Anglo-Canadians to throw them into internment camps during WW2.
“When we liberated France…” once again we are supposed to imagine grateful villagers looking up in awe at the team of Canadian soldiers with heavy ethnic accents, many of them supposedly Japanese-Canadians that escaped the camps, to see only Canadians… somehow these Villagers weren’t afraid of the Japanese-Canadians?
More important, as they wept in joy, they were so grateful they saw an opportunity to eventually emigrate to Quebec and attempt to separate us as some of them (insert your own thought here) tried to keep their new-homes insular.
A quick lesson: In the 1900s people immigrated to Canada because of: Collapse of Social Structure; farmland had turned to industry, precipitous increase in population, chasing wealth (Yukon Gold Rush), to build the railway, the closure of the American Frontier… plus many other reasons.
Most important: remember when you spread hate you only speak for yourself and others who are choosing to stay in the dark and be left behind.
One more thought on the war: World War 2 was definitely about 2-ways of life. I’m glad some of the good from ours prevailed. But to think there wasn’t also a business element to it is extremely naïve. The War came at the time of the Great Depression. Becoming a conscripted-soldier often was the only job to be found. Fighting side-by-each often wasn’t a choice. And, war was good for the economy.
“And we carried one flag…” break out the speech from Independence Day. I don’t need to say more. The aliens will be defeated as we give life for, nowadays, I’m figuring: Corporate Greed, flawed religious fundamentalism, and Governments controlled by…
…probably the aliens from Independence Day; or maybe Scooter Braun; I wonder how come no immigrant changed his name to Scooter, or maybe Lil?
“They stirred the melting…” I just threw up in my mouth.
When bold statements are made about the new-kind-of… I need empirical data to prove those points. Did the letter writer interview countless new Canadians? Did he attend, I don’t know, Canada Day at Coal Harbour and see how brilliant Canada truly is when people of all backgrounds come together, and as he said, dawning RED & WHITE, young and old alike. Some with their faces painted; all ecstatic to be part of this great nation that welcomes all regardless of religious belief?
Or did the “letter writers” simply hide behind a keyboard and spread factually incorrect history and hatred?
Did he/she worry those not speaking perfect English were, plotting, talking about him/her?
I’m certain if queried these penmen would claim
to have many “Chinese” “Japanese” “Korean” etcetera friends, so he/she knows the truth and this is not about racism or hatred.
In my opinion he/she’d be lying.
And, REALLY, he/she wrote this to try to
have us dump POLITICAL CORRECTNESS and go back to a time where STUPID-HATE-FUELLED-PEOPLE could use any defamatory word to describe another human being… just because they don’t look like him/her and we are all supposed to devolve and jump on that ridiculous bandwagon.
A very British ex-female-friend of mine once said to me, “I hate all of the young Asian girls. They all dress like whores.”
To which she stated, “He’s not like them. He’s become more like us.”
Like said, she’s an ex-friend.
I love the cry to stand up for our forefathers rights and pedal backwards to the days of Residential Schools, Orphanages Sanctioned by the Church to “FIX” pregnant women out of wedlock, take away Women’s right to vote… or many other horrific things that were considered the norm, many of them forced upon Canadians under the guise of religion.
I find it hilarious we are worried about a few workers wearing headgear in a day where Miley Cyrus is twerking and celebrities are held in higher regard than educators.
And, I find it twisted that at the very end of the letter it seems to be about the fear of Seasons Greetings instead of Merry Christmas?
We are not all alike. We do not share the same spiritual beliefs. If we only spoke with one another we’d realize there really is no reason to hate.
If I’m wrong and die when I’m attacked by a Muslim government worker, feel free to tell me, “I told you so.”
Until then, I ask you to simply try to be good to each other. Nobody is calling the Motherland at the end of the day to organize the takeover. Mankind does that organically all by itself.
And besides, we’re all too busy trying to be happy, drink another unit of Coke, and keep the Corporate World moving swimmingly along.
Do you think the Coca Cola Corporation cares what you wear when you drink another unit?
“NO MORE BIG GULPS FOR YOU NEW CANADIAN!”
Please spam everyone you know with this. Plus seven people you don’t.
Keeps this letter moving or the World will leave you behind!
Stop: 5:49 PM
We're doing you a favour this time
On the way home I felt a healthy dinner was in order: dill pickle chips, ice cream and a coke chaser.
It arrived at the Yaletown Skytrain Station at 1/4 past 8. The station is at the corner of Davie and Mainland Streets. Mainland is one-way. It comes to a T at this location. It narrows to a size slightly larger than a mid-sized sedan, about 4-steps. Mainland Street is in the heart of Yaletown. Traffic barely moves. The controlled crosswalk to cross it is pointless. It takes about 3-4 steps to cross---less than 2-seconds.
The Davie portion makes sense; at least there are 4-regular lanes on a reasonably busy street.
At 1/4 past 8 I was facing: a DON’T WALK single. I looked left down Mainland; nary a car. I quickly calculated: no cars, 3-steps, 2 seconds; do I: set up a lawn chair and read a chapter of a book, or chance crossing?
A double check, still no headlights, hell, chance it was in order.
Whew; safe on the other side!
“Sir, can you come here please.”
Hmm… those Police Officers want to speak with me.
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
Brain think, don’t speak. Remain silent. Don’t trust your witty instincts.
“You disobeyed a traffic signal.”
(You gotta be f—king kidding me). “Excuse me.”
“You ignored the DON’T WALK sign. The fine for that is $198.”
(Don’t you have something better to do? The bleeping crosswalk is bleeping pointless. Bleep…) “My ice cream is melting.” Good work ale addled cranium.
“We’re going to do you a favour. We’re going to let you off with a warning this time.”
Thanks for the favour.
Serving and protecting!
Today I drank a liter of water, at work.
Later I might have some Gatorade?
To my Facebook friends that keep blasting “THE BOOK” with captioned-cat photos; please stop. Unless of course, they’re your cats; if they are, get help, you have way too many cats.
My suggestion to help you stop posting feline pictures: pretend your Father caught you smoking when you were 8. Then to teach you a lesson he made you smoke a carton of cigarettes one-after-another to break you of the habit. Before you start.
Like the Father-induced smoking binge, go spend the next several hours staring at cat photos at LOLCATS.COM. No cheating. You are only allowed to stare at and read captions from this site for at least 2 hours straight. No bathroom breaks. No sippy-cups of water, nothing but cats.
For those who need cat shots, simply go to http://www.lolcats.com/ and look for yourself at absurdum.
And, since your friends are on Facebook already, that means they have computer access. That means the link should be sufficient to fill their purry-furry needs.
END OF PLEA
*The picture of water is not the actual water I drank. If you’d like, the next time I’m thirsty I can snap a shot of the water I'm about to drink, instead of posting; a water likeness.
I'm going to go shave now. Wish me luck!
My problem: I couldn’t find them. I looked everywhere. My clothes dryer, my closets, I ripped my closets apart; I even looked in the oven. No luck. I was frustrated. Eventually, I gave up. I was going to have to deprive the urban audience of my black on tan legs. As an alternative, I opted for tan on tan.
Yesterday, I was about to head to the gym. When I was packing my after-gym gear into my gym bag I discovered my black shorts hiding at the bottom. Punishment was in order. I wanted to teach my shorts a valuable lesson:
I put them in the freezer.
created: february 10th 2012
©lindsay wincherauk 2012/13