Christmas in Outer Space!

Remembering Christmas’s from Years gone By.
Posted on December 110th 2019
by irishroverpei
It is at times like this that I miss my two adorable and beautiful daughters and feel sad that they have grown up and moved on. They were always our purpose in life, our reason for living. They have given us so many memories to cherish and fondly enjoy in our old age. Daughters are surely the most wondrous. gift from God
I realize many of you think I’m merely teasing or perhaps attempting to embarrass my young daughters via my blog. However ,you would be wrong, I enjoy retelling stories of both of my young daughters and their misadventures/adventures while growing up. My two girls were the light of my life and still are today, their childhood memories are forever my wondrous and priceless gift. Budge was born in Sudbury and as a baby she was a terrible sleeper, she cried a lot. Linda mentioned this to the doctor and he said she is probably hungry. He went on to explain that young baby’s can become spinal cords when hungry, their brain switches of and they just cry. His suggestion! stick her in a closet with a banana. We went through a lot of bananas after that, but of course the doctor was joking about the closet. Caroline was big into Barbie doll’s in those days and I believe that led my sister to buy Susannah a Barbie doll house for Christmas. Budge was soon to show us her interest in outer space when she turned the Barbie house into a Space Station, maybe it was Moon Base Alpha??? Can’t remember for sure because we regularly travelled into deep space after that with a variety of astronauts such as Capt Kirk, Luke Skywalker, the Borg etc etc. Later she promoted herself to the rank of Major and became Bionic but that will be a story for another day. In the meantime we still keep a supply of bananas on hand in case Budge comes to visit. Caroline never travelled into deep space! she was more into shopping at expensive stores. She liked nice dresses and nice cars!!!!!she likes jewellery and things that usually cost more than Star War toys!!!
God Bless and Happy New Year
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Free Identification cards PEI??

I just read a letter to the editor in today’s Guardian (9th Dec 2019) from Heath MacDonald Liberal MLA. In this letter he states his concerns for the governments cancellation of free identity cards? This may well be a big issue for Mr MacDonald, but as an 81 year old senior I have never heard of these cards. I have lived in the province for 50 years and never once have I run into a problem of identification. It seems to me this is a politician looking for an issue to promote his self image. A politician who plans to run for the leadership of the liberal party. That in its self should be of concern for a party languishing in third place, if this is the most important item he can come up with. There must surely be many more important issues to be concerned about, shortage of doctors comes to mind, climate crisis, taxes, education, Irving’s, bridge tolls, rural transportation, proportional representation and so on. Identity cards free or otherwise seems to fall somewhere near the very bottom of important and pressing issues. It reminds me of the late Gilbert Clements a former MLA, he complained to government about Guardian newspaper yellow boxes along rural roads being a blight on the island. We have seen so many politicians come and go, I sometimes wonder how many of them actually did something to improve the life of islanders. I’m off to a medical appointment now, hope I have the necessary identity requirements. God Bless and keep reading.

A Little Weekend Humour

Santa briefing his staff

“All snowmen will now be referred to as ‘snowpersons’, all reindeer as ‘air freight specialists’, and all elves as ‘Santa’s size challenged assistants’.

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Physical Fitness Class

During my physical fitness class, I had everyone lie on their backs with their legs up as if pedalling a bike. After several minutes, one man suddenly stopped

“Why did you stop pedalling?” I shouted.

“I didn’t stop,” he said, wheezing. “I’m coasting.”

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Now who’s Laughing?

They all laughed when I told them that one day I would discover the secrets of invisibility.

If only they could see me now!

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Sensitivity (Thanks to Tom for this one)

The room was full of pregnant women with their husbands.
The instructor said, “Ladies, remember that exercise is good for you. Walking is especially beneficial – strengthens the pelvic muscles and will make delivery that much easier.

Just pace yourself, make plenty of stops and try to stay on a soft surface, like a grass path.

“Gentlemen, remember — you’re in this together. It wouldn’t hurt you to go walking with her.

In fact, that shared experience would be good for you both.”

The room suddenly became very quiet as the men absorbed this information. After a few moments a man, name unknown, at the back of the room, slowly raised his hand.

“Yes?” said the Instructor.

“I was just wondering if it would be all right, if she carries a golf bag?

Brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?

(THIS LEVEL OF SENSITIVITY CAN’T BE TAUGHT)

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The Worse Christmas of my Life.

At the risk of boring my readers, I’m posting this story yet again. I realize I have posted it before, but at this time of year the unhappy memories of that day flood back in an unstoppable wave of anger and pain.

Christmas Morning 1951
Our presents were laid out on the two easy chairs at each side of the fireplace – Roy’s on the left, mine on the right. It was chilly in the living room – the fire was out – and Ben set about relighting it. Lily gave the okay to start opening presents and went to put a kettle on for tea.
Neither Roy nor I felt the chill, excited as we were by the array of gifts before us. While I wanted the moment to last, I tended to rush, tearing the packages open; somehow, rush always won over slow, and in no time my presents were open and spread across the floor. Roy almost as fast, finished close behind me. In our haste, we wasted no time reading labels, and when asked what we had received from an uncle or aunt, neither one of us had a clue. By the time breakfast was ready, having already consumed a fair quantity of chocolate and toffee, we weren’t hungry. I claimed to be saving my appetite for the big dinner planned for later in the day. It was partly true; I loved roast chicken and potatoes with all the trimmings, and after that a dessert of Christmas pudding and custard. It was a feast fit for a king.
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For the rest of the morning we were left to play with our new toys, books and annuals. Lily and Ben sat in the kitchen talking and keeping an eye on the roast. Just before noon, Lily told me to set the dinner table. I willingly obeyed, knowing we’d soon be pulling Christmas crackers and eating a scrumptious meal. As the clock chimed noon we sat down to eat, first bowing our heads as Ben said grace. We pulled crackers and donned the paper hats. We read aloud our fortunes, then grabbed for the enclosed toys. On my plate was a whole leg, usually only given to adults, and it made me feel grown up.
The dinner was as good as expected, with pudding still to come. It was traditional to put silver in the pudding and Lily always put a sixpence in ours. When the portions were served I hoped I’d be lucky and get the piece with the money in it. I knew I’d lost when Roy yelled in delight, spotting the coin in his dish. As I polished off the remains of my pudding, my thoughts turned to Shirley and our meeting later that afternoon.
I was in a happy mood even knowing I had to wash so many dinner dishes before I’d be allowed out. It turned out that everyone helped clear the table and wash the dishes. With the chores complete, I returned to the living room to continue playing with my gifts. I knew tea and cake would be served next, and I couldn’t leave until that was finished. Moments later, Lily came in with a pot of tea, Ben followed carrying the cake, and cups and saucers were on the tray I had made at school. We each received a good size slice and a cup of tea. My mind was miles away as I sat in front of the fire nibbling cake, It was covered with icing over a marzipan base and decorated in a Christmas theme. Marzipan was something I didn’t like. Hardly even conscious I was doing it I picked the marzipan off and laid it aside on my plate. I was unaware of Lily watching me. The warm and pleasant environment was about to explode around me.
Suddenly, she flew into a rage solely directed at me. “Eat your marzipan and stop wasting good food”, she yelled. I was taken by complete surprise, at first not even sure what I was doing wrong. Gathering my thoughts I said, “Mum, you know I don’t like marzipan, it makes me sick”. “You’ll eat it,” she said, “or you’ll spend the rest of the day in your room. It’s your choice”.
The warm, cozy feelings of moments earlier were instantly gone. In their place, a rising anger and rebellion dried my throat. I instinctively stood my ground, flatly refusing to eat the marzipan. No matter her reasoning, what she was doing was wrong. This wasn’t some terrible crime I had deliberately committed. I wasn’t refusing to eat vegetables, or take a nasty medicine. Besides, it was Christmas; I would hardly be punished today, of all days, and surely not for such a minor offense. In the rising tension, Ben and Roy remained quiet and motionless, their eyes on the floor. Both probably anticipated what was coming next. The atmosphere in the room had turned icy cold. I hoped Ben would intervene to calm the situation, but he did nothing. No one had the courage to stand up to Lily – no one, that is, but me. Even though my anger was at boiling point, I knew I wouldn’t win. Yet, I remained determined to take anything she dished out. I’d suffer her punishment, but at least do it with dignity. In this way I believed I was actually winning.
I was ordered to go my room immediately, and told not to show my face again until tomorrow. Picking up a book to take with me, I was promptly told to leave it. I wasn’t allowed to take any of my new books upstairs. The cruel malice my sister displayed that Christmas Day left me cold. It was hard to believe this was my own flesh and blood. Whatever her purpose in her role as mother or sister, her behaviour that day was cruel and unnecessary. In the years spent with Lily I’d suffered numerous punishments, some deserved, many not. Yet nothing before had ever left me feeling as I did that sad afternoon. This totally unnecessary incident only served to feed my resentment and hatred, a hatred that would take years to overcome.
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When I was sent upstairs, I intentionally pounded on each step and forcefully slammed the bedroom door behind me. I half expected my display of temper to bring another torrent of threats. When nothing happened, I took satisfaction sensing she knew she’d gone too far. It was small consolation, but gave me a huge lift that was badly needed at that moment. I’d refused to cry or plead, instead showing defiance and anger. In my room, trembling with anger, I paced the tiny space between the beds. I wanted to throw things, to rampage and smash everything in the room. Instead, I flopped down on my bed, my anger enveloping every part of my being. I was consumed with thoughts of hatred and revenge. Very slowly I calmed down and began thinking more rationally. I no longer held any illusion that Lily would continue in the role as my mother. The time had arrived for me to act; I would not continue to submit to her authority. These were brave thoughts, but actually putting them into action would not be so easy. It was then it occurred to me I might run away. I got off the bed and opened the window to see if I could escape that way. It looked possible, by climbing down a drain spout. Not today however – it was freezing outside. I closed the window and returned to my bed. The idea was good, but required sensible and well thought out plans.
The first considerations were transportation, clothing and money. My bicycle would serve as transportation. Sneaking it out of the shed and through the front gate without being discovered would be difficult. My overcoat, scarf, gloves and boots, were downstairs in the back hall. Even if it were possible to retrieve them and pass through the front gate undetected, I’d still needed money. It was obvious I couldn’t attempt my escape today. I had to plan carefully, or face certain failure. The bedroom was cold so I climbed under the eiderdown.
More comfortable, I began thinking of a plan, and the seed of an idea gradually took shape. First of all I must wait for warmer weather, perhaps March or April. I’d need money, and it would take time to save. More and more ideas flooded my mind as I slowly conceived a viable escape route. The more feasible it seemed, the more excited I became. Selecting a destination was easy and obvious – Belfast. Living on the island was a problem. It would be difficult getting off unnoticed. I couldn’t think of an immediate solution, so I decided to leave that problem until later. Crossing on the ferry would have to be carefully thought out.
I was focused and excited as each part of my plan fell into place. So absorbed in my thoughts I didn’t notice my anger fading. The tension I’d felt earlier was gone, replaced with the happy prospects of getting away. Thousands of ideas flashed through my mind – making sandwiches, saving money, getting a map, packing clothes, milk and apples..
I decided to execute my escape plan late on a Sunday night. During the day I’d pretend to be ill and go to bed in the afternoon. At midnight, well rested and with everyone asleep, I’d be ready to leave. I’d strike out for Ryde, leaving a note on the kitchen table saying I’d left early for school on my bike. I’d ride through the night without lights making it less likely to be spotted. Passing through towns or villages might be a little tricky, but I’d be careful. I felt confident of making the 6 a.m. ferry on Monday morning. I wasn’t sure what the cost of the ferry was, but guessed it wouldn’t be more than a shilling. I set myself a target of saving five shillings, hoping that would be enough. It was impossible to be sure – there was always the unforeseen.
Leaving the note was a brilliant strategy. Lily would be furious I’d gone to school on my bike without permission. But I could think of no reason for her not to believe me. She’d have ample time to think up a suitable punishment for my return in the afternoon. By that time I’d be off the island and well on my way to London. It would be suppertime before they’d become suspicious and start asking questions. There wouldn’t be much she could do by then since the school would be closed. She’d probably send Roy out to look for me. Eventually she’d ask Shirley if she’d seen me, and she’d learn I hadn’t been in school all day. Then she’d be worried, and she’d probably inform the local constable.. I assumed that if the police searched for me they’d concentrate on the village and local area. I was growing more and more impressed with my own cleverness. I could hardly wait to put the plan into action.
Pulling the bedspread closer against the chilly room I continued my planning. Much depended on the accuracy of my calculations. Would I be able to reach London inside two days? I judged the trip to be about twice the distance to Gasper. Ben and I had easily reached Gasper in a little over half a day. Even if London was a bit further than my estimate, it seemed logical to think I could do it within two days. At night I’d look for shelter in a barn or a shed along the way. Once I reached London, I’d look for a bike or pawnshop to sell my bike. It still looked brand new, without a scratch on it. I was guessing it had cost about twelve pounds, and was sure I could sell it for at least half that amount. I was also guessing that would be enough to purchase a train and boat ticket to Belfast. My plan depended on a huge amount of guessing, but it was far too risky to ask questions. Once I reached Belfast, I’d ask directions to the place where Pop worked. I didn’t know his home address, but I remembered McWatters Bakery. I was confident Pop wouldn’t send me back; Anna would never allow that to happen.
I saw my plan as brilliant, and while I waited for warmer weather, I would have plenty of time to improve and modify it. All that remained was to set the actual date of execution; I felt like an allied commander planning D-Day. Then I feel asleep.
Suddenly, Roy was at the door saying I could come downstairs. “Mum’s forgiven you because it’s Christmas, and has saved you some supper” he said.
Entering the living room, I was instantly aware of why I had been reprieved. Ben’s Uncle Bernard and Cousin Eddie were just arriving for a visit. They had driven over from Cowes and brought gifts for Roy and me. Obviously, Lily didn’t want them knowing she’d sent me to bed on Christmas Day. I hadn’t been forgiven; her concern was what her relatives might think.
I continued to work on my escape plan through out the spring of 1952. However, as events turned out I never needed to put it into action. I finally returned home to Belfast in July 1952, My name was Rodgers once again and more importantly, was free of Lily at last.
God Bless and keep reading

Christmas Memories .

Here we are, already 5th December and the time is closing in fast. Shops are crowded with people dashing from place to place. Christmas music rings out in stores and restaurants, sometimes outside in the streets. A time of happiness or at least is supposed to be? For myself it’s a mixed bag, I do enjoy the season with family exchanging gifts, eating too much etc. However, it also brings back memories of very unhappy times. Of my childhood growing up without my parents without my brothers and sisters. Strangely the war years were not unhappy, we had nothing material but we shared it anyway. Christmas was special, a time to forget the hardships of war and the shortages of everything. If I was fortunate enough to get a toy, it was home made, usually by a neighbour.. My unhappy memories began at the Wars end. I lived across England during the war with my elder sister. She was married to a British sailor, and we moved often to be near his home port. After the war her son was born and her husband was home having left the navy. From around 1948 my life took on a more boarder/lodger type of existence. I was often angry and unhappy, never feeling a part of their family. As I grew older I came to understand Lily wasn’t my mother but my sister. Nevertheless ,it was never allowed to be discussed, she was my Mum and that was that. I hated that I had to use her married surname of Cook, I wanted to return home to my real family. It all came to a head at Christmas 1951, the day started out quite pleasantly but quickly turned sour when I was ordered to my room. My crime was refusing to eat marzipan, I didn’t like the taste. Lily insisted I eat it or be sent to my room for the rest of the day. You can probably guess, I spent Christmas Day alone in my cold bedroom. It was the start of my rebellion of refusing to be bullied, of demanding I be sent home to Belfast. Perhaps I will post the whole story in a later blog. God Bless and keep reading.

Medals Galore. Get your order in while supplies last!!!!!

I’m not sure where to begin with this story! its really quite unbelievable. I have to think the Royal Canadian Legion is at the root cause. Associate legion members (civvies) have for several years adorned themselves with fake legion medals. They parade in legion uniforms displaying a right chest full of medals, saluting and marching as if they were actual veterans. Some legion medals are for purchase and some awarded for chairing committees etc. It has frankly got out of hand and members such as the one featured below thinks its quite alright to buy and wear these phony medals. Please read the article below.

VETERAN RECEIVES MEDALS

Meanwhile, Currie’s visit to the college this year was extra special for him because it was the first time he had an opportunity to proudly wear four new medals he received for his past service with the Canadian Armed Forces.
“I recently received the Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Medal, the Commemorative Queen’s Sapphire Jubilee Medal, the Cold War Medal and the Commonwealth Volunteer Star,” Currie explained. “I was eligible for all four, but had to contact England in order to receive them because these medals are not available in Canada.”
The Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Medal is a commemorative medal created in 2012 to mark the 60th anniversary of Elizabeth II’s accession to the throne. The Queen’s Sapphire Jubilee Medal marks Elizabeth II’s 65th anniversary as monarch, while the Cold War Medal is presented to veterans who served during the Cold War and the Commonwealth Volunteer Star is given to servicemen and women who volunteered to serve their country.
Currie went on to say a friend involved with the Legion and Army, Navy, Air Force Veterans (ANAVETS) in Ontario asked if he’d received these particular medals yet. When Currie replied he had not, his friend enlightened him to their availability and to the application process.
“There is so much stuff out there a lot of veterans don’t realize,” Currie said. “For instance, I ran into a Korean War veteran once who was unaware he was eligible for a pension because of his service overseas. After applying for it, he received quite a substantial back pension as a result. The information is out there, people just need to seek it out.”
Currie joined the army reserves in 1957 and the regular forces as a member of the navy in 1959. During this time, he served up and down the East Coast – from the Arctic to the equator. He was also part of the navy blockade during the Cuban Missile Crisis in October 1962.
Including the four medals he recently received Currie has a total of five military medals and six Legion medals.
“It’s a real honour to be able to wear them,” he said. “They’re very special to me.”

Christmas is almost upon us!!!!

My Very Secret Christmas Cake Recipe.
Posted on December 3th 2019
by irishroverpei

I just realized how quickly the month of December is going. It is time for my Christmas cake recipe, and at this busy time of year you need plenty of time to shop for all the special ingredients

Submariners Recipe Book (Classified and Ultra Secret) For your eyes only.
CHRISTMAS CAKE
Ingredients
1 Cup Butter
1 Cup Sugar
6 Drops Lemon Juice
Some Nuts
4 Large Eggs
1 Teaspoon Baking Powder
4 Cups Mixed Dried Fruit
1 Teaspoon Baking Soda
1 or 2 Bottles of Whiskey (Black Bush)
Method
Sample the whiskey to check quality.
Select a large mixing bowl.
Check the whiskey again as it must be just right. To ensure the whiskey is top quality, pour 1 large glass and drink fast. Repeat.
With electric mixer, beat 1 cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of thigar and beat again.
Meanwhile check the whiskey is still top quality by crying another tup. Repeat.
Add 2 arg leggs, 2 cups fried druit and beat till high.
Sample whiskey again, checking for tonscististicity.
Next sift 3 cups of salt – or anything, it doesn’t really matter.
Wample the shiskey.
Sift half a pint of lemon juice. Fold in the chopped butter and stained nuts. Add 1 babble-spoon of brown sugar, or whatever colour you can find an wix mell.
Whink remaining driskey.
Grease oven and turn cake into pan to 200 degrees.
Pour everything into coven an bo to ged.
God Bless and Merry Christmas.

Old Auto Tires Where???

Where do these worn out vehicle tires end up on PEI??? We pay taxes to have them recycled, but is that actually happening? We pay a recycling tire fee on new tires, we pay when we purchase a new car, when we purchase a used car or when we purchase replacement tires and when we take them to a IWMC site. There was a place near Alberton (Huntley) that for a very short time and with government money we’re supposed to be recycling tires. They are long gone and the money is long gone too. However, to the best of my knowledge the worn out tires remain, causing pollution in the local area. The reason I’m mentioning this now is because I have seen several trucks loaded with old tires heading in the direction of Alberton?? I understood these tires were being shipped off island to be recycled. That causes me to ask the question where are these tires going? Where or if they are being recycled? Clearly they are not leaving the island, the bridge is in the other direction. Perhaps someone knows the answer, the Ministers of the environment or transportation maybe???

God Bless and keep reading.

A Little Weekend Humour.

So, I was in my room and I saw a group of 10 ants just running frantically. I felt bad, so I made a small house for them out of a cardboard box.

This technically makes me their landlord and they are my…….Tenants!!!

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The Drunk

An argumentative drunk had been looking for a fight all afternoon in the local bar, finally aiming a punch at the man next to him.

The man ducked and the drunk, losing balance, fell off his stool on to the floor.

By the time he’d dusted himself off and picked himself up, his opponent had departed.

“Not much of a fighter, was he?” he slurred to the barman.

“Not much of a driver either, sir,” said the barman, gazing out of the window. “He’s just run into your car several times.”

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The Cowboy

A cowboy rode into town. He walked into a bar where the locals had a nasty habit of picking on strangers, cowboys included.

After he finished his drink, the cowboy went outside to discover his horse had been stolen. So, he went back into the bar, flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.

He then angrily yelled, “Which one of you fools stole my horse?”

No one answered, so the cowboy yelled even more angrily, “Alright, I’m gonna have one more beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I did in Texas! And let me tell you I don’t want to have to do what I did in Texas!”

Some of the locals shifted nervously in their seats.

The cowboy had another beer and then walked outside. He found his horse tied to the post where he originally left it.

So, the cowboy saddled up and started to ride out of town. As he did so, the bartender walked out of the bar and asked him, “Say partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?”

The cowboy turned to him and said, “I had to walk home.”

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Reasonable Fee

A man phones a lawyer and asks, “How much would you charge for just answering three simple questions?”

The lawyer replies, “A thousand dollars.”

“A thousand dollars!” exclaims the man. “That’s very expensive, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is,” says the lawyer. “Now, what’s your third question?”

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Landing Request

There’s a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running “a bit peaked.”

Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.

“Ah,” the pilot remarked, “the dreaded seven-engine approach.”

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Losing my mind.

I haven’t lost my mind……half of it just wandered off, and the other half went looking for it.

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Walkie Talkies

If the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything… we might have had:
Stamps – Lickie Stickies
Defibrillators – Hearty Starties
Bumble Bees – Fuzzy Buzzies
Pregnancy Tests – Maybe Baby
Bra – Breastie Nestie
Forks – Stabby Grabbies
Socks – Feetie Heaties
Hippo – Floatie Bloaties
Nightmare – Screamy Dreamy

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Niagara Falls

A New Yorker noticed a guy in a cowboy hat and boots standing and staring at Niagara Falls. Figuring he must be a Texan he walks up beside him and says, “I bet you don’t have anything like that in Texas do ya?”

The Texan replied, “No sir, we don’t. But, we have a plumber in Waxahachie that can fix it!”

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Fur Coat)

Bought the missus a hamster skin coat last week. When we went to the fair last night it took me 3 hours to get her off the Ferris wheel.

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Too Expensive – (Like this one)

When my friend and her five-year-old daughter were shopping, the little girl picked out a dress that she loved. Her mother shook her head. “That’s too expensive.” she said.

Her daughter dutifully put back the dress, but as she did so, she grumbled, “Well, why did you have me if you can’t afford me?”

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Intellectuals

I hate it when people act all intellectual and talk about Mozart while they’ve never even seen one of his paintings….

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Minority Government!

While the Trudeau government is on thin ice, he continues to govern with the same degree of arrogance. Scheer is too busy trying to keep his own job and not paying attention to what is going on. Singh is intent on forcing through his election platform of Pharma Care. The Block is doing what the block always do, while arguing with the West. The Greens! All three of them, not sure what they are doing beyond climate change. It seems to me with a minority government one of the first and most important items for Canadians, is electoral reform! If this government was to suddenly fall we’d end up with the same old FPTP system. We would end up with the same unsatisfactory results, sixty percent of votes wasted. Surely the most pressing issue facing the nation is electoral reform. Look at the mess we have at present, provinces pitted against provinces, provinces pitted against the federal government. We seriously need a better system of electing our leaders. Now is the time to move to a fair and equal voting system. The Country needs to be represented evenly across all provinces. Of course there are other equally important issues that must be attended too, but if and when the next election occurs we must be ready. God Bless and keep reading.