Grousing

WHAT IS ISLAMS PROBLEM?

ERIS

(ERIS GODDESS OF DISCORD)

WHAT IS ISLAMS’ PROBLEM? 2015/21/15
To-day I decided that if I am going to write comments on Islam maybe I had better learn a bit more about it than I remember from reading years ago. In this light I ordered an English copy of the Quran. Now before anyone gets any crazy Ideas about me turning back to religion the copy I ordered is for reference only like the Bible I orders months ago. If I am going to fire off broadsides at any religion I had better bone up on the subject.
Here in the waning days of 2015 the radical Jihadist organization ISIL has struck for the second time in Paris. Hey people are you locked in a time warp? The Crusades ended some 500 years ago and Islam won as the Holy Land remained under Muslim control up to the mid-20th century when the state of Israel was re-established by U.N. mandate. Islam is the worlds’ second largest religion with roughly 1.6 Billion followers. The Arab states are sitting on most of the worlds’ oil reserves. Over the centuries since its rise Islam has fostered literature, poetry, science, and mathematics, i.e.: Algebra and the zero. With all this though you still want the world to think and worship your way. One would think that with 1.6 billion adherents who are willing to “Submit” Islam would be satisfied but no, certain sects are hell bent on either converting or killing those they term “Infidel” or “Unbeliever”. The Prophet Mohammed stated that there are three people of the Book, Jew, Christian, and Muslim, all three which are monotheistic and basically follow the same teachings. So if all three religions are grounded in the same teachings what the hell is Islam’s problem? From the death of Constantine who became a Christian on his death bed, in the early 4th Century up to the early 17th Century Christianity was constantly fighting to prove which sect was the true one. Perhaps this is the dying throes of that same internal conflict within Islam. If this be the case it is always the innocent who bear the brunt of the suffering.
I am as I have stated on many occasions I am anti-religion, but that is a personal choice and I do not nor will try to convince others to follow my beliefs. Not all Muslims are fanatical fundamentalist set on tearing the world around them down to oblivion. The vast majority of religious people are good hard working folk who go about their business and follow the “Golden Rule”. All the followers of Mohammed should not be castigated because there are a few barrels of rotten apples amongst them. The western world has taken on the burden of accepting refugees from Syria and other oppressive Arab states the majority of which have fled to Europe with countries as far north as Scandinavia willing to accept them. Two countries on the North American Continent are ready and willing to take in refugees one though is balking at the idea of letting thousands of them come because of the fear of Muslim terrorists. A great deal of these refugees, especially from Syria, are Christians so are they to be condemned along with the Muslims because a few nut bars might sneak in. These refugees will be screened as thoroughly as possible for security and health reasons, unfortunately a few terrorist might slip through the net as some did in France.
I am but one retired senior trying to make sense of this world and working constantly to rid myself of old prejudices and stereotypes that were the norm while I was growing up. Anyone who was different was to be feared. People are People. There are good and bad in all of us the problem is that some within the Muslim world seem to think that only they are good and the rest of us are an evil to be eradicated.

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Grousing

WINTER OF DISCONTENT

Condemned bldg

WAREHOUSE

4100

WINTER OF DISCONTENT. 2015/03/14

It is now close to the middle of March and my Cabin Fever is getting to the point that if something isn’t done to relieve it and my boredom I think my head will explode. The weather is finally starting to warm up and with a few exceptions has been mostly sunny and I am looking forward to getting my E-Scooter out of storage. After five long months I will have transportation again and with that freedom.
Discontent aptly applies to how I am feeling of late. Nothing I do or attempt gives me much satisfaction. Even writing has been a struggle as for the last dozen postings I have discarded at least that many, perhaps more. Even the almost daily gatherings in the lobby to chat with friends is becoming a chore. Perhaps I am growing weary of the inane topics and the longing for a good rip roaring discussion on some intellectual topic. I know, that this is where the reader will think I am being an intellectual snob. Perhaps, (though I hope not) this is so as I seem to be more knowledgeable than most people I talk to here in the warehouse. I love to read, and agreed I narrow my reading to certain areas in order to obtain more knowledge on subjects of my liking. I have also done a bit more travelling than most people I know and my careers (not necessarily in order) have run from construction labourer, Concrete Foreman, Bus and Streetcar Driver to electrician, to the military and the last as a Property manager/Superintendent running an apartment building. I have been a Jack of all Trades and Master of one, Electrician.
Perhaps my discontent also stems from the fact that I hated having to retire but the old pump was giving me trouble so I bit the bullet gave up my job and moved into a Seniors Apartment Building. This has definitely been a Winter of Discontent made miserable by the coldest February in 140 years. Sorry Will for paraphrasing Dick III. Perhaps it will be made glorious by March’s warmth. Just six more days until the first day of spring and so far March has entered like a Lamb let’s hope it does not exit as a Lion.

Well I guess I am just your average senior complaining about the long cold winter and come the summer I’ll complain about the heat and humidity. No pleasing some of us Eh!

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Grousing

WHINERS.

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WAREHOUSE

4100 2015/02/17.
WHINERS.
There is amongst us a certain individual who to be quite honest is getting on my nerves with the constant whining and complaining about everything and everyone.
This person of whom I am writing finds fault in every aspect of existence from sun up to sunset. Amongst the targets of discontent are, living quarters, management, hospitals, Doctors, the weather, the car, and other sundry objects, events or individuals. Lately it is rare if something complimentary issues forth form this persons’ mouth. The negativity is to put it mildly wearisome at its least and downright annoying as hell at its worst. So far I have managed to keep my verbal comments courteous to some extent but I fear the time will come when I can no longer contain my annoyance and fire a broadside at this person.
We all have complaints and problems and we all whine a bit at times but when one makes a habit of it constantly there is a problem. These people who complain that life has given them a rotten deal are depressing if not clinically depressed. Life is life and it is totally ambivalent to the individual. These individuals with a chip on their shoulder should start looking at themselves for the root of their troubles and stop looking to place the blame on everyone or thing about them. Whining is contagious and it is quite easily spread. If one listens to a whiner long enough one begins to believe that the world around them is to blame for every little thing that occurs that is not to that persons liking.
There are those who have let life grind them under so far they are unredeemable and they will whine all the way to where ever the fates decide to put them in the hereafter.
One will notice by the date that I started this on the 17 and here it is 11 days later and I am finishing it. For those ii days I was sick with either the Flu or a really nasty cold. Still not feeling completely myself but I am feeling a hell of a lot better than what I was. So enough of my excuse for the delay and hopefully it will not occur again. Well on this final day of February as I close I think I will whinw about how bloody cold it is and has been, “I HATE WINTER”.

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Grousing

ANOTHER WINTERS DAY

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WAREHOUSE

4100 2015/02/13

ANOTHER WINTERS DAY.

It is 1300 hours on Friday 13 February and another balmy day outside 4100 with the temperature at -11c with a wind chill of -18c with snow forecast for this afternoon and evening. To-morrow according to the forecast is going to be downright spring weather with the mercury rising to -6c with a wind chill of -14c. Hell the ladies will be breaking out their bikinis to lounge around outside sipping Pina coladas. Of course to-morrows forecast is too good to be true as on Sunday 15 Feb. the temperature will be -18c with the wind chill at a comfortable -29c. I wonder if it is still warmer on Mars that it is here.
For some misbegotten reason this winter is conjuring up nightmare images of another ice age. Of course the climate change deniers are pointing to this winter and saying see the world isn’t getting warmer it’s getting colder. Idiots. Anyway I just returned from taking a break, my afternoon pilgrimage to the Lobby to catch up on the latest whatever. Of course the main topic today is the cold. Everyone who comes in the front door has to comment on how bitter cold it is. Yeah! It’s winter and February is the coldest month. Let’s face it when you see the Polar Bears lined up outside Goodwill waiting to buy coats you know it has got to be a might on the chilly side.
I intended to finish and publish this yesterday but got busy with other things. So it is now 2015/02/14 St. Valentine Day (another rip off from the gift card industry) and the weather report is pretty much as forecast earlier. This winter seems interminably long or is it just that I along with all the other inmates in the Warehouse are getting older. In the overall picture this winter, here in our area, hasn’t been that bad. We have definitely had worse like last winter and this winter certain areas of the eastern U.S. are getting hammered. Well better them than us. Well let’s try to look on the bright side as it is only 34 days until the first day of spring. Whoopee! According to Environment Canada we are in for a cooler spring than usual. Why not? The more doom and gloom the better.
My boredom must be coming acute as I am finding it difficult to write on any subject nowadays. I start writing then within minutes discard it. There are a lot of things to write about around here but I refuse to be a purveyor of gossip and believe me at times it flies around here. I know for a fact that in certain quarters I am one of the major topics. All I can say is that if talking about me makes you feel better and livens your day, go for it.

It is now 11:40 a.m. on this overcast Saturday morning. It should start to snow soon, just flurries but if you get enough flurries often enough you end up with a lot of snow. It’s like a dripping bath tub faucet which doesn’t take that long to fill a tub when the plug is in the drain. I have just been thinking (yeah it hurts) how nice it would be to be able to hibernate. Go to sleep in November and wake up in April. Damn bears are lucky. I’m starting to get like a friend I know grouchy and negative about everything. Got to snap out of it or I’ll end up a miserable old bugger without friends. AH! come the SPRING……….

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Grousing

GETTING BY

Condemned bldg

WAREHOUSE

4100
GETTING BY.

It is Saturday the 24th and only 4 more days until pay day. The fact that we were paid on the 19th of December rather that the usually 27th or 28th has made this a long stretch between pay. I understand why the government does this as with Xmas coming up they pay early because of the holidays and people needing the money for presents and such. Irregardless of their good intentions it is still a long stretch.

Fortunately we live in subsidized accommodations where our rent is geared to our income, even so from what I have heard some of the tenants are still barely getting by. The unofficial poverty line in Canada is roughly $22,000/yr., and I know of cases where the individual is living on $15,000/yr. Some of us are a bit better off than others because we not only get government pensions but we get a small stipend from other sources. This puts us either at or just above the poverty line. I read somewhere that Canada has the highest poverty line of all the industrialized nations. Doesn’t say much for the country we’ve helped make the envy of a lot of the world.

It has been reported a number of times on the news that the price of food is going to increase by at least 5% in 2015. The prices are already high so how are those on pensions supposed to get by. It seems strange that the price of fuel is dropping therefore the cost of transportation should also drop lowering the price of food stuff. Something doesn’t compute as they say. Of course as long as these giant Agribusinesses make obscene profits what do they care if low income people go hungry?

When I was younger (much younger) I never gave retirement a thought so I didn’t really plan for it. Luckily the company I worked for had a pension plan and I contributed to it. When I left I had less than $10,000 but luckily for me my ex was working for an investment firm and talked me into buying mutuals. Okay, I didn’t make a killing but I’m glad I did it as it helps supplement my pensions. Providing nothing catastrophic occurs I should be alright for quite some time. I know a lot of people who are struggling and that isn’t right if you are a senior. We seniors helped build this country and when I for one see refugees from Asia or Europe come here and get better welfare than we senior citizens do it really irks me (I’m trying to be polite).

I am not advocating that Canada stop taking in refugees just that they shouldn’t be entitled to more than what the average senior gets. Something isn’t right. While on the subject of entitlements what about politicians. A Member of Parliament only has to serve 6 years to become entitled to a pension of $60,000 a year. Most of us worked 50 year or more for about a third of that, if we’re lucky. I wonder if it is too late to become a politician????

2015/01/24

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Grousing

GETTING ANTSY

Condemned bldg

WAREHOUSE 4100

GETTING’ ANTSY.

It’s the middle of the week and the Warehouse is as quiet as a Mausoleum with all the doors sealed shut. It is like there is an epidemic of boredom insidiously infiltrating the confines. It is either that or I am suffering an early acute bout of Cabin Fever. Usually that doesn’t happen until mid-February but methinks I have it now. It is at the present to damn cold for my old bones to go outside although I will soon have to as I have to go to the bank and grocery shopping.
When one is getting old and doesn’t have transportation for the winter months it is a real pain. I know there is always the Busses but when you stand outside even for 5 minutes in this weather waiting you end up just a few ice crystals shy of becoming a Human Popsicle. Even the walk down the street to the Grocery Store causes me problems. I’m OK going down there but the walk home is a killer as I usually have to stop 3 or 4 times to catch my breath. All those years of smoking are catching up on me. The difficulty breathing seems far worse in the cold weather. Now, come the spring when I have my Baby (Scooter) home it is an entirely different story. I have transportation and I am free. “OH! COME THE SPRING”. If I thought it would help I’d offer sacrifices to the Weather Gods but virgins are few and far between nowadays and I have almost forgotten what you do with them. Oh well I’ll just have to bide my time and suffer in silence.

I think that one of the reasons I have trouble writing my blog in the winter is boredom. I just can’t come up with ideas readily. In the warmer months when I am out and about the ideas seem to flow quickly but come winter it is almost as if my brain goes into a state of semi-hibernation. There is also the fact that more goes on around here in the warmer weather. In the winter everything and everyone slow down and who can blame them. The skies turn leaden and my brain follows suit. I seriously doubt that Steinbeck, Orwell, or Sommerset-Maugham, not that I am comparing myself to these great authors, had periods of boredom that stymied them. All writers have “writer block” at some point but that I think is different from boredom. In my case I will start writing on a subject and after a few paragraphs get bored and tear it up. The idea is there I just can’t seem to get into it try as I may. Sometimes while sitting in the Lobby I will hear a good topic and think, Hey I can use that, only to find that when I sit down to write it doesn’t seem as good or as funny as it sounded an hour or so ago. Between the 4th and the 13th of this month I wrote seven blogs and that could be the problem, rushing to get ideas out before they vanish like will-o-the wisps never to be seen again. After a writing binge like that I get disappointed when the ideas dry up and naturally that leads to my boredom. It is either flood or drought. Somehow I have to figure out how to stay in the middle ground and stop these ups and downs.

As I prepare to ends this rambling I am self-debating whether to take another hiatus for a while or just bungle through. I have to give this more thought.

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Grousing

I’M MOVING TO MARS.

Frozen Boots

I’M MOVING TO MARS.

This is Canada and it’s winter so everyone knows it’s cold, right. Well there something wrong when according to NASA it was warmer on Mars where the rover Curiosity is parked than it was in all of Canada and the northern U.S. on Thursday. At its’ closest point Mars is 35 million miles from Earth. It has as very thin atmosphere and yet on Thursday this little robot scooter was warmer than we were and they say that climate change is a fallacy.
Now with no exaggeration I figured it was cold on Thursday because I swear I saw a Polar heading down the street to Good Will to buy a fur coat. You know that has to be cold when they are looking to get warm. On Thursday my neighbour was waiting for the painters to touch up her kitchen and they couldn’t do it because the paint was frozen. The forecast for this Saturday is minus ten with the wind chill making it minus 20. For all those still stuck in the U.S. system that’s 4 below. When we were young 4 below didn’t bother us but as one grows older the body tends to lose its’ capacity to retain heat or at least that sounds right. Hell all I know is it gets bloody cold around here lately or as one of my lady friends is fond of saying “it is F—ing cold”. In fact within the space of 15 minutes the other day she said it 5 or 6 times. There wasn’t a bar of soap around so she got off scot free.
I was looking at the monthly weather forecast for January and there are only 2 days where the temp. gets into the plus column, 2 days of +1 and 7 days of 0. I do not consider 0 on the plus side. What Feb. will be like is anyones’ guess. Last summer (2014) was the hottest summer on record for Canada and by the feel of it this is going to be one of the coldest winters. I have always wanted to go to Bora Bora, I know it’s a pipe dream but just thinking about it makes me feel warmer. Warm tropical days laying on a beach drinking coconut milk watching all the young beautiful bikini clad femmes strolling by. Nice dream but reality is I am sitting here in my apartment and it is -10 outside with the wind chill making it -20. And spring is still 2 months away. I’ve been places that arte colder in the winter but I was a young man so I could bear it now that the years have crept up I do long for the warmth. Speaking of bear there goes that Polar Bear again and this time he’s got the family in tow heading for Good Will

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Grousing, Uncategorized

THANKSGIVING

THANKSGIVING.

THANKSGIVING

Monday, 13 October is Thanksgiving or as my oldest calls it “Happy Turkey Day”. The bird isn’t really that happy as he has been decapitated, cleaned out, stuffed, and roasted in preparation of being devoured by hungry humans.
The first recorded Thanksgiving in the new world occurred in Canada in 1548 when the Captain of one of the ships sailing with Frobisher in search of the Northwest Passage called on his ships’ crew to give thanks to God for their having survived a very perilous journey through ice fields and arriving safe at what was then called New Found Land. It wasn’t until 73 years later in 1621 that the Pilgrims celebrated their Thanksgiving at Plymouth Rock Colony. That is a little of the History of Thanksgiving. It sort of looks like we up here in the True North have a first over our southern cousins.
Our Thanksgiving is on the second Monday of October where as the American is on the fourth Thursday in November both of which are occasions for a family get together The holiday is to celebrate and give thanks for all the good things that have happened over the year. It also gives thanks for a bountiful harvests, at least that what it started out to be. In these times of consumerism where the majority of our food comes from mega corporate farms where everything from grains, eggs, milk, poultry, and meat are massed produced there isn’t much left for the farmer to celebrate. Holidays such as this give the Gourmet the opportunity to become a Gourmand and have a reason to blame it on. Yep! Thanksgiving where the “order of the day” is to stuff ones’ stomach to the point of rupturing. The dining room table will be groaning under the load of food it must bear. Turkey, or Ham, mashed potatoes, turnip, or some other vegetables, gravy, bread or rolls, wine for the adults, and milk for the kids. There will more than likely be the inevitable argument as to who gets the second drumstick as the head of the house gets the first. Before the devouring there will be perhaps either a prayer or some acknowledgement of Thanksgiving and after these quickly rhymed off words the amputation and dissection of the bird begins. In some households there is a ritual to the carving in others it just get on with it.
When the main course is done and everyone sits there bursting at the seams out comes the dessert which is usually Pumpkin pie with whipped cream. Even though enough food to feed a small army has been devoured there is always room for a slice of pumpkin pie buried under a mountain of whipped cream adding another 1000 or so calories to the 3 or 4 thousand pushed down at dinner. Now that the meal is finished the dishes done everyone sits around moaning how they ate too much. Yet in the same breath will ask if there is any more stuffing or pie left as it was so delicious they could force a small amount more down. This is Thanksgiving in the North America, which will be repeated in one month by our American neighbours. They too will go through the ritual ending in a feeding frenzy followed with the same complaints of eating too much but is there anymore. The amount of food that is consumed and or wasted at this time of year could possibly feed a small third world country. Very few of us think of that as we are too self-centred and selfish. Most of us who see photos of hungry or starving women and children say “Oh those poor souls” and go right back to doing whatever it was we were doing. I am ashamed to say that a lot of the time I am guilty of the same thing. They say that over a million children go to bed hungry every night and there are charities advertising for your donations to help. The problem is which do you give to and will it be used as intended or end up in some corrupt politicians pockets.
This is my spiel on Thanksgiving, which by the way I really don’t celebrate. It is not that I am not thankful it is just that I give thanks in my own way. So enjoy the day eat until you burst then complain that you ate too much and put on weight and will have to go on a diet again, and again, and again.
“HAPPY TURKEY DAY”.

Turkey

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Grousing, My Opinion

WISER OR OLDER

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WISER OR OLDER TAKE YER PICK.

Birthdays come and birthdays go and there comes a time in ones’ life when to be honest you really feel no different than you were at the last one. They all seem to blur together one day upon another. It is also contended that with age comes wisdom. Wisdom that is just a euphemism for “OLD”. So instead of just getting old we are getting wisely old, or smarter old. Hell that don’t make any sense so we are just getting old period. I really don’t like the term old that much it has the connotation that to be old means throw it away and get something newer. Hey if I could throw this body away and get a newer one I’d do it but it don’t work that way.

If I were an old car in this condition with no replacement parts available I’d be junked crushed and recycled in short order. Thankfully at this point in History it is illegal to do that to Humans but who knows maybe the day will come when you reach a certain age you are terminated and possibly recycled as food like in the movie “Soylent Green”. Who knows maybe sometime in the distant future you will be able to trade your old body in on a, new one. I think there was a “Twilight Zone” show about that. Be kinda cool but I bet it would be as expensive as all hell. As all of us who are considered to be seniors know getting old really sucks, really, really sucks. The problem as I see it is the mind might be young but the body is truly convinced that its better days are long past. In my case whenever I wish to do something robust my mind gets all prepared and then the body starts screaming “what the hell are you? Some kind of freaking saddest? Are you trying to kill us?” There is also the other more gentile approach which goes something like this. “Really I do not think that what you are proposing to do is a smart idea. Why don’t we just go lie down, have a nap and when we awake the ridiculous notion will have passed”? To me both comments smack of my body perpetrating an act of treason against my brain. Normally treachery is an act punishable by execution. Trouble is if you execute the body what does the brain do? So one is caught on the horns of a dilemma or Hoisted by ones’ own Petard. Either way you can’t win.

So as the years blur by at what seems increasing speed what to do. You can settle back and accept the fact that you are aging gracefully or not or you can say to yourself and all around screw it I am going to have fun for whatever time is remaining and get in a good supply of A535 or any other comparable horse liniment and go for it.

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BASHING\, Grousing

HURRY UP AND WAIT.

Maori war club

HURRY UP AND WAIT.

The target for this bash is Doctors and Specialists who seem to think that their times is the only time that has meaning or worth.

This morning I had an appointment with an eye specialist for 11:00a.m. I arrived early, checked in and sat in the waiting room not really knowing why I am here because there is nothing wrong with my eyes as far as I can tell. As I sat waiting I got into a conversation with a rather pleasant woman who told me that she had been waiting since 9:00a.m too see the same specialist I was going to see. I was, to put it mildly, flabbergasted. I asked her why she was still there to which she responded that doctors were very busy people and waiting was part of the process to see them. I agree waiting is part of the game but 2 hours isn’t a wait it’s a visit. I calculate that if she had been waiting 2 hours and there were 4 others ahead of me I’d be lucky to be seen by 2:00 p.m. It was now getting close to 11:30 a.m. and I wasn’t going to wait any longer. I went to the receptionist and told her I was leaving as I had better things to do with my time than camp out in a waiting room. She said that I had to make another appointment then and she offered me the doctors Card. No thanks was my reply you won’t see me here ever again and out the door I went.
Where is it written that doctors are up there beside god and that their time and effort is far more valuable than mine or any other working stiff? I’m on the down slope of seventy and I really don’t have much time left to me so I’d rather spend it doing what I want to do rather than sitting in a waiting room. I figure when I’m dead I’ll have all eternity to wait. It is always hurry up and wait and wait. Hell I did enough of that in the Army I sure as Hell ain’t doing it in Civilian life. Just because someone is a doctor, dentist, layer, or specialist does not make them any more important than a mechanic, plumber, or carpenter. Both are skilled at their chosen profession so just because one is white collar and the other blue this makes the whiteys more important. Like what closer to god. Well I decide a long time ago that a so called professional is worthy of 30 minutes maximum of my time waiting. After that I’m “Gone with the Wind”

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