I was subtly reminded today that it’s been awhile since my last blog entry.
It’s not that I haven’t written.
Darned computer is practically drowning in unfinished drivel that I haven’t followed through with.
But I haven’t shared it.
And that’s wrong of me.
In fact it could be why my ‘centre’ is feeling ‘off’. The blog began as therapy of sorts. I could take all the raw emotion and put it out there and I wouldn’t have to deal with alone. An emotional and mental pressure valve.
And I must begin again…
The guns are in the field. Every now and again a particularly loud concussion will rattle the wine glasses in the cupboard. They’re miles away, out in the middle of the ranges, but sound carries well when the skies are overcast.
It’s a good time to meld a whole bunch of thoughts about recent events into one big entry. Bring you up to speed on my thought process, if you will.
I’m fed up with the media.
Danny Williams travels to the US for surgery not offered in Canada. Am I paying for it? – No. If I had the money would I travel to wherever in the world the cutting edge, state of the art experts were? – Hell yeah! And so would all of the people who talked about it. You know who you are.
Tiger Woods. Is he the first famous person to cheat? No. Is he married to me? No. Am I one of the other women? No. Do I care? Not particularly. Stop reporting on it.
Dancing with the Stars. It’s like being the centre square – you go there to have people remember you’re not dead – just pitifully looking for attention. I don’t care about the contestants – when did this become news?
These are just three of the millions of mosquito-like tidbits that are buzzing around my head. It’s not news – it’s filler!
It’s what the media puts out there to distract you from what their sponsors don’t want you to see. Then the real stories can be spun or sidelined so that everyone can go home happy.
Remember back in the fall when Pete McKay arrived in Gagetown and all the soldiers were ordered to take part in his big announcement so it would look good for the media? All these guys had to stop their real work and go to make a politician look good for the camera for him to announce that the army was getting new equipment. Ring any bells?
Well the government has cancelled that. Did you see that in the media? Neither did I. I had to dig for it when Rick Mercer mentioned it in a rant. It’s pretty bad when a pseudo news show does a better job at educating the public than the real media.
Parliament was prorogued for the Olympics. And they were paid. A lot. Last time I checked we were in a financial crisis and you’re getting paid to not be at work? Where can I sign up for that deal? I’m all for the politicians playing hosts and networking at the international games. But to give politicians three months off when the games are two weeks? Harper must think we're too stunned to work a calendar!
And if Parliament was prorogued and government contracts were cancelled for fiscal reasons, who, exactly, had the authority to say that the donations from citizens would be met by the government dollar for dollar for the people of Haiti?
Now before you get your knickers in a knot. I am all for helping those in need. I am proud of the fact that people raised money and sent it off to such a poor place in their time of need. But don’t you think it’s a bit odd that we did all of that for the birthplace of Michele Jean but relatively nothing for Chile?
I guess we can trace that particular media puppet string back to the GG herself.
I keep remembering that song the governor sang from the Best Little Whorehouse In Texas. “OO I like to dance a little side step.” Too bad the media and the majority of Canadians are following along like a drunken Ginger Rogers.
The truth is out there. The real truth. It takes some digging. And we’re thrown a lot of crap to distract us. The rich want to be richer. They want to step on us. They want us to think that they’re acting in our best interest and throwing the criminals in jail while getting their buddies off with a half assed apology and a $500 fine.
Well – boys (and girls) I’m not buying it. This time around you’re going to have to earn my vote the hard way. Not with those sad propaganda TV commercials you’re endorsing and not by filling my mailbox full of crap.
I want someone not afraid to look me in the eye and explain himself. How about you?
