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Just my humble opinion…

Only 3 Dead In Iraq Bombing?

pearl-harbor-newspaperLast week I had the sudden realization that I was losing my sensitivity.  Not alarmingly but enough to blog about it.  What made me come to this conclusion?  Well I was listening to the news, the news junkie that I am, and they were reporting the regular stuff.  Bombings in Iraq and Afghanistan, violence in Syria…I found myself waiting to hear what the death toll was and when it was mentioned that one or two people died, I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.  Only one dead, that’s not too serious.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am still sensitive enough to know that for that one dead person’s family, this is the biggest of the big things, even though to me it barely register as news worthy.  You see, I am becoming desensitized.  Not a good thing but it’s created by my over exposure to violence on the news.

Every day the news gets starker.  “Man killed and ate victims” “Bombings in Iraq kills hundreds” “Teen stabs five to death” and so it goes on.  Punctuating this with “Man killed by bus while walking” dims the impact of this tragedy.  It just doesn’t elicit the same mental response.   Is it tragic on the same scale?  Of course it is.  Every life cut short by misfortune is just as tragic as the other.  Unfortunately, the significance becomes lost after prolonged exposure to the ‘big ones’.   “300 missing when  ship capsized” sure gets my attention faster than “2 missing when fishing boat flips”.

I predict that soon we would be able to ignore the small instances of crimes taking place in plain view.  Rape, murder, theft, etc.  Oh, wait a minute!  We already are.  Or at least that’s…MY TAKE

Does It Matter If Jesus Was Married Or Not?

The issue of whether Jesus had a wife or not is a hot topic of discussion. Depending on who you ask, you could get different answers with corroborating evidence to back up both sides. The latest so-called evidence to provide proof of Jesus’ marital status was a papyrus fragment with writings signifying that Jesus spoke of his wife. Studies done on the fragments found that it was not a fake and so the debate rages on.

Now what if Jesus did have a wife? What could this mean to us Christians? Do we question The Book and its authenticity? Or do we question the ‘evidence’? Does it even matter if he did or didn’t have a spouse? To me, I really couldn’t care less if I found out that he was married. As long as I didn’t find out he was a cheating husband who abused his wife. So why look under rocks to question the life of Jesus? After all, even though he was sent by God in human form, he still technically was not ‘one of us’.

So, would it matter to you if it was proven without a doubt that Jesus was married?


Heard The One About The Priest And The Rabbi?

a-priest-a-minister-and-rabbiIs it me or people are less funny nowadays? In the not too distant past just about everyone was a budding comedian. In the workplace there was always ‘the funny guy’ who was always ready with a joke, sometimes politically incorrect or overly colourful. But they were designed mostly to lighten the air and not to hurt or belittle anyone. In fact, the butt of some of these jokes were the ones telling them, or they were a part of the audience.

Maybe it’s just that the world has gotten so political correct that it’s hard to be funny without the fear of hurting someone’s feeling. I mean when you think of it, just about every joke out there has the potential to hurt someone’s feelings, if they were inclined to feel hurt. Jokes about animals could hurt some animal rights activists. Blondes used to be the go-to for funny jokes until we caught on it that it was all an act and they were actually smart. No wonder they never took offense.

Politically correctness has its place in society but when it’s taken too far it takes all the funny out of life. I could tell you about the Priest and the Rabbi but one of them might get hurt. If not them, then their parishioners.

Don’t Boo The Biebs!

thCAQC7FIKI don’t like the Junos.  I never watch it.  I know, I know, I am unpatriotic and not a true Canadian blah blah.  Well don’t be pointing fingers at me, sister,  why do you think they cancelled Canadian Idol eh?  See? I’m not the only one who supports American tv over Canadian.  Still mad at me?  Go knock on your neighbor’s door, no not that one, the one with the illegal dish on his house.  Ask him why he got it.  He would say “Duh, to get the American channels.  You kinda dumb eh?” 

Now that we’ve cleared that up, I must admit that the Junos aren’t all that bad and does a fine job of keeping up to its American counterpart.  It’s still not the Grammy’s but we will take it.  It would help if the big Canadian stars like Drake, Robin Thicke and even Bieber himself would show up.  Nothing against Serena Ryder, Tegan and Sara and BTO.  I heard my girl Sarah Mclachlan was in the house.  I missed that?? 

Everything was going great and Winnipeggers were repping their city quite well until Canadian heart-throb and bad boy Justin Bieber was announced as the Fan Choice Award winner, to which he was soundly booed.  Come on Peg City, stay classyWe are still broadcasting live to the world.  We don’t have to be like them.  Good thing the Biebs wasn’t in attendance, who knows, he might have had a few of his eggs thrown at him. (ok sorry, bad punny joke).

Serena Ryder came to the aid of her fellow Canadian superstar and told the dubious crowd that Justin Bieber works his a** off and she wasn’t say this to kiss a** either.  No one belieb her.  How did I know so much even though I said I never watch the Junos?  Well thank goodness for a house with an open concept.  I was doing dishes in the kitchen and the tv in the living room was directly in front of me. My mom who was over, was watching the Junos.

Booing is immature.  Plain and simple.  I don’t care what the kid did.  I won’t boo him.  He does have talent, not sure about the ‘working his butt off’.  So much for Friendly Manitoba.  Been to a Jets’ game recently?  They boo the refs, players, coach, puck, whatever.  I cringe in my seat when the boo birds come out…anyways, back to the Grammys Juno, I should watch it next year.  If not, the year after for sure…

And you, you should too!  It’s Canadian Eh.  And so is Bieber.


Show Me The Wreckage!

Pilots assist in search of MH370

Pilots assist in search of MH370 (Photo credit: #PACOM)

This week, the Malaysian Government declared that without a doubt, the missing Jetliner had crashed in the India Ocean.  My initial response was, “What? They finally got some tangible evidence?”  Then upon hearing that they were basing their solid and indisputable conclusion on satellite images,  Satellite-Data Analysis they call it, I thought, “What crap is this?”

Strangely, the analysis was not provided to the families of the missing passengers.  They were not provided to anyone for that matter.  For such a high-profile case, this flimsy excuse was a letdown.  Until findings could be provided or actual debris from the plane seen and touched by human hands, this case is definitely not closed.  It’s still an unsolved mystery.

Grieving families need closure.  They need to know that someone or something saw the plane take its last plunge.  If that something is a satellite data analysis, they need to see the data.  They need to see what made the authorities come to such a conclusion.  They are owed a better explanation.


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Hawaiian Cops Have Sex With Hookers Just To Make Sure

Prostitute talking to a potential customer in ...

Prostitute talking to a potential customer in Western Europe – Kay Chernush for the U.S. State Department (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

See? I told you we were living in a messed up world where right is wrong and wrong is right and nothing is as they seem and your friends are your enemies and…ok you get the point.  Here’s more proof, did you know that the cops in Hawaii were actually allowed to have sex with hookers? I guess to make sure the woman they were arresting was a real genuine hooker and not pretending to be one.   Sadly, this right to have penetrative sex with prostitutes is now being threatened and the cops are protesting.  I mean, who doesn’t want to have free sex with a hooker?  It’s a beat any good cop worth his salt would die for.

What happened to taking a prostitute at their word? Didn’t they used to bust them as soon as they took money?  Now they need proof of sale? Proof that involves all and every sexual act hookers engaged in?  These cops have the audacity and the nerve to protest the law that is threatening to nip this practice in the bud. How else could we be certain they are hookers?  They argue.  Hmm…Do you get high with drug dealers to make sure they are the real deal?  Rob banks to catch real bank robbers?  Come on, gimme a break!  It’s funny, but not ha ha, that grown men actually think it’s a perk to expose themselves to life threatening diseases just so they could enjoy a hooker’s wares for free.  I say these men are Johns posing as cops.  Fulfilling their fantasies legally.

I am hoping that there are no sexual bias here and the cops are just as eager to sample the male hookers as they are to sample the females.  Yes, it’s the height of stupidity and another sure sign that we are living in end times.  Sodom and Gomorrah says I.   But don’t take me to seriously because after all it’s just…

My Take.

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My response to an aging widow’s offer of 7.5 Million dollars


One of my favorite posts. Had to reblog…

Originally posted on Musings Of A Daddy:

I am so excited right now that I could hardly contain myself.  I just received an email with the following subject line: Re: Dear Beloved in Christ,I am Mrs.Mary Parker an aging widow suffering from long time illness. I have some funds I inherited from my late husband, the sum of 7.5 Million Pounds and I needed a very honest and God fearing Christian that will use the fund for God’s work, I found your email address from the internet and decided to contact you. Please if you would be able to use the funds for the Lord’s work, kindly reply me at Yours in the Lord. Mrs.Mary Parker.

I had to reply right away in case she changed her mind.  Here is a copy of my response to this kind woman.  (Is this what a philanthropist is?)

Dear Mrs. Parker, or can I call you Mary? As a…

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The Other Olympians

thQuick question, how many medals does Canada have in the Paralympics that’s taking place in Sochi?  Don’t know?  Don’t worry, I don’t either.  Do you care?  Again don’t worry, not too many do. 

The Winter Olympics in Sochi came to an end a few weeks ago. At least the games we love. We watched as our beloved athletes performed to the best of their abilities. Cheered them as they raced to a spot on the podium. How could we not? It was on every television.  We heard their stories, saw glimpses inside their private lives and for a while, they enjoyed their status as celebrities.  Some will enjoy this status for the rest of their lives.

These were the athletes that we sent to represent us with funding and assistance.  They leave with much fanfare and arrive with a hero’s welcome.  Stepping off their planes into the arms of throngs of well-wishers.  City streets and landmarks would be named after those who excelled.  For those who didn’t make it on the podium, it didn’t matter.  We love them.

A week after the Winter games in Sochi concluded, the real Winter games started, also in Sochi. In terms of glitz,  glamor and coverage it paled grossly in comparison .  There could be no better story than the stories these Olympians tell.  Overcoming mental and physical adversities to do what many said they couldn’t.  Yes, this should be what the Games are about.  Readers, this is the true spirit.  The stuff that dreams are made of.

So why is it that these olympians who deserve to be treated as equals to their abled counterparts are not?  How come they are given just a passing mention on the evening sports news even though they are doing exactly what the real ‘others’ did, represent their countries? Don’t they deserve a bit more? A lot more?  They are like the ugly step-sister, an after-thought.  For them, there are no ‘darlings’ of the Games, no ‘Queens’ of the ice.  In fact, there are no faces to remember. 

Just My Take.

In Defiance Of Winter

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Here’s to you, Mr. Winter

Hey Winter, you there?  Oh there you are! You still haven’t left, have you? Overstaying our welcome are we?  Let me get something straight here. This year you have been a real pain in the you-know-where.  Hitting us with snow and freezing temperatures continuously.  You really dumped on us, didn’t you? Was it something we did?  Or say?  Was it even us?

Well Winter, I hate to tell you this.  Actually I take that back.  I am happy to tell you this, your show of strength did no phase me.  It didn’t cause me to bow down to my knees in surrender to your onslaught. No, not at all.  Instead Mr. Winter, I grew stronger and stronger by your every attack.  When you thought you had me down and I would cower indoors, I went out skiing! Yes! I did!  I never ever skied before but thanks to you I did.  It didn’t stop there.  I went ice skating also.  First time again.  I built snow forts, ski slopes in my yard and actually use your weapons against you.  Man did you ever underestimated me!  Did you forget I live in Winnipeg?  Winnipeg’s nickname is Winterpeg.  I’ll let you chew on that for a sec.  Ok, enough thinking.  You probably thought, “Man did I ever put the ‘Winter’ in Winterpeg then.”  Ya you did, you son of a gun!

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Note the smile despite the cold

Note the smile despite the cold

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When I thought you were finally going to pack it in, you came back at us with a ferocity unlike no other, and you weren’t blowing hot air. it was a cold arctic wind coming in from the North packing bone chilling wind chills and creating blizzard-like conditions.  Hmmm…Nice, Mr. Winter. Nice!  But guess what? I still made it to work.  On time. Ha! In your face old man! Granted, some were not so lucky.  Or should I say not well-prepared to deal with you.  Between you and me, some were just plain idiots who couldn’t adjust themselves to the conditions you created. I saw them on my way to work, their vehicles tossed in ditches or into each other.  Some passed me going at unsuitable speeds and I feared that I would succumb to them before you got me.  I really didn’t relish dying by friendly fire.

Nice one, Winter

Nice one, Winter

Down but not out

Down but not out

During your reign of terror, I shovelled my driveway so many times that I lost count.  Now it’s your turn, Winter.  You can clean up after yourself.  I am done!  No more shoveling, no matter what and where you dump.  You can shove-l your own snow, I’ll gladly tell you where to shove-l it.

So Mr. Winter, I want to thank you for a great and epic battle that I would not soon forget.  I have gained a lot of experience from it and I hope you have too.  We will meet again, that’s for sure but I hope that you have expended all your energy in this all out battle and I will vanquish you easily next time.  Please go now and if you meet Ms. Spring-er coming this way, tell her to hurry up.  So long Mr. Winter! So long!

Snowman standing proud in my backyard.  Middle of winter

Snowman standing proud in my backyard. Middle of winter

Still standing but barely.

Still standing but barely.

Battle-weary wife and son

Battle-weary wife and son

I built it and they came. Front yard ski hill.

I built it and they came. Front yard ski hill.

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Sears Employee Pushed Too Far

Sears Mall Entrance

Sears Mall Entrance (Photo credit: JeepersMedia)

Last week in Winnipeg, a heated confrontation between a Sears Clerk and an unruly customer took a turn for the worse when a racial comment was uttered by the clerk.  It was in response  to the clerk’s mental acuity being challenged but that didn’t matter.  The customer asked the clerk what Domo, (gas station) he came from and the clerk unwittingly and in violation of all customer service rules, engaged the customer in an argument.  “Let me guess, you came off the boat?” Was his response.

To be quite honest, and in my opinion, it was not a bad comeback for one-uppancy.  It was
designed to hurt, belittle and embarrass the customer in front of the
shoppers and employees.  Foolish?
Definitely.  There’s no place for racist comments.  I doubt that the
clerk himself was a racist.  He reacted to the customer’s punch with a wicked
counterpunch.  A punch that unfortunately was heard and felt around the
world because of its racial undertones.

In any argument, making racial comments and gay slurs are never taken
lightly.  Given the history of hate crimes against these groups.  Because of this, one must be
sensitive and level-headed.  Some of us have thinner skins than others. We bristle at the slightest negative comment directed against us.  We also say the first thing that comes to us in trying to defend the verbal personal assault.  Sometimes it is not from the heart but unfortunately, it falls in the category of the things we cannot take back.  I have done it and I’m sure you have too.  It really doesn’t mean we are bad people, homophobic or racist, just people who were pushed in a corner and reacted instinctively. Lashing out blindly, using whatever we could find.

The clerk was fired soon after.  Do I think he should have been? I don’t.  He should have been suspended.  Cops get suspended for doing worse things.  With pay to boot!  The clerk should have been made to attend classes on how to deal with situations like these. Unfortunately, Sears employees are not provided training in customer service. Maybe spend a day volunteering in the soup kitchen would be helpful too.   The customer is not a victim.  His behavior doesn’t warrant him being treated like a hero.  He was belligerent, forceful and rude. He was not a saint.  He should have been escorted out before his behavior cost someone their job.  The clerk is the victim.  But the victim of his own doing.

Looking at the video, you can see other Sears employees standing close by without intervening.  Why wasn’t security notified at the first sign of unacceptable behavior on the customer’s part?  Why didn’t the employee back away from the situation, as per protocol, and alert his manager?

I once got a friend, who was white, so mad at me that she uttered the dreaded ‘N’ word in anger.  It never crossed my mind that she was racist.  I just thought that I must have really pissed her off.  Did I just step off the boat?  Was that your best shot?  Well to be honest, I don’t like being on boats so I took the plane and I got off that plane 26 years ago.

Just my take.

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