My new oven mitts with grippy rubber things that don’t melt when I handle hot stuff right out of the oven.
That’s pretty much how my brain feels at the moment. I’ve been trying to abstain from alcohol since after Christmas. Not that it’s a big problem-that’s the problem. More for health reasons. The other day I got all fired-up watching podcasts and consumed a couple pints of beer and nearly a whole bottle of wine. I’m still feeling the brain fog. Alcohol makes you stupid! Full stop!
No doubt, part of the fog is a result of my brain trying to make sense of current affairs as they unfold. Too many for-instances to list and you are very aware, unless you have ostrich (head up ass) syndrome.
One that struck me recently applies to my latest Substack subscription-The Diagolon Dispatch. Jeremy Mackenzie, a fourteen year Veteran of the Canadian armed forces was imprisoned for what amounts to satire and disagreeing with our current dictatorship.
The flag symbolizes the fictitious alignment of the militia, spanning from Alaska through Canada and the U.S. to Florida.
I guess our laws regarding satire differ from the U.S.? I always wondered how South Park was not being sued continuously for satirizing the rich and famous. Like when Mr. Slave sits on Paris Hilton’s head and forces her entire body up his ass. In the states you can’t be sued for satire.
Are we really living in a surveillance state? Have you ever had a conversation about a particular product, or discussed travel plans and suddenly things related start popping up in your inbox or youtube feed? Have you ever been shadow-banned? I have.
Here is a surveillance story of my own-I was emailing Brodie Fenlon, (have a barf bag handy before you click the link), editor in chief for CBC news about Pierre Poilievre’s commitment to defund the CBC. I signed off with RIP, referring to the company of course. That got some attention! Mr. Fenlon (more likely an assistant) emailed me back saying-I get hundreds of e-mails every day, but this one stood out as more frustrating and angry and I would like to discuss further. Sure thing Bro! I replied, sure, and left my cel number. A few days later my phone rang and it’s Mr Fenlon. I just sat down to a wonderful breakfast and asked if we could chat later. After a brief cordial exchange he agreed. I have never heard from him since. After reaching out with a few e-mails and text messages I heard crickets. Clearly the RIP got flagged as a personal threat, and when it was determined that I was not some loose cannon (look again Bro), my case was dropped.
I encourage you to check out and support The Diagolon Dispatch and all of Tyrant Trudeau’s political prisoners.
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"As for me, I prefer pepper on my plate".
Thanks so much 🙏🏻 the positive comments motivate me to write ✍️ I hope I can deliver. Taking a hiatus in Arizona for a couple weeks.