My pal Catherine Rahal wrote the following excellent piece on her Facebook page, and has very kindly given me permission to repost it on my blog. Thanks so much, Cathy. [Note: I will be back posting here at the end of next week. I have an out-of-town guest, and then am going to visit my son in NY. Stay well and safe. – Ellie]
IMHO
Rise of the Swamp Gas
Ok, people. This has gone far enough! We have a lovely channel here called Animal Planet. Can you please tell me why it features such idiotic fare as:
2 Americas
In honour of the six-month anniversary of this post, I’m going to reblog it. I still feel this way – unfortunately.
We Canadians are a pretty observant bunch, generally speaking. My friends and I, for example, have been steadily observing the election-year craziness south of our border, and it’s become exceedingly clear that you actually have not just one country, but two…
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Liberty
Regarding Trump’s campaign of hate and fear towards ‘undocumented’ immigrants, not to mention all Muslims… he must be unaware of the words engraved on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty – an icon of hope for refugees and all new Americans for 130 years:
A Message for ISIS (aka Daesh, ISIL, IS…)
First posted last year. I still stand by the message and its sarcasm.
Dear ISIS (aka Daesh, ISIL, IS…),
I am so glad to see that you brave fighters have taken it upon yourselves to murder innocent women, men and children in various attacks around the world. Isn’t it wonderful that you have access to great weapons of death, such as the Kalashnikov rifles?
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Let’s allow pets in seniors’ residences!
Now look. There should be no argument about this. Studies have absolutely proven the benefits to older adults living with their beloved pets. Here are a few, borrowed from http://www.petsfortheelderly.org/articles.html:
Seniors’ Stuff – I speak my mind… for about 30 seconds.
My little bits are at the beginning and the end:
Who does this remind you of?
“Those morons out there? Shucks, I could take chicken fertilizer and sell it to them as caviar. I could make them eat dog food and think it was steak. … You know what the public’s like? A cage of guinea pigs. Good night, you stupid idiots. Good night, you miserable slobs. They’re a lot of trained seals. I toss them a dead fish and they’ll flap their flippers.”
Play
Play. Girls’ play. What does that word even mean, to a kid of the 21st century? As a child of the ’50s, I can tell you what it doesn’t mean.
A white-only Ken? Perish the thought!
I just read about the opening of a local exhibit featuring Mattel’s new Barbies.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 