Here is a Journalist, great man … that thinks like I do. What he says is so true. It’s a short video and worth taking in. Let me know what you think. GW
Canadian food is out their, folks. Keep an eye open for it, and keep our jobs here in Canada. Especially now with our very own fruit entering into the picture. Food for thought, so to speak.
Hmm! And people today say they are having it hard with interest rates. This video if nothing else shows these young folks what us older folks have had to deal with over the years. But we made out. Today they would be protesting in the streets, LOL. Take care and stay safe.
This is one of my most favourite Commercials, which was made many years ago. How many of you remember it??? I sing it to my lovely wife occasionally. LOL
Here is a great article that was sent to me that I believe says a lot. Some might differ of its meaning, but it’s a free speech world. Or is it? I will let you decide.
I used to think I was pretty much just a regular person, but I was born white, into a two-parent household which now, whether I like it or not, makes me privileged, a racist, and responsible for slavery.
I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today’s standards, makes me a fascist because I plan, budget, and support myself.
I went to High School, got into college, and have always held a job. But I now find out that I am not here because I earned it, but because I was “advantaged”.
I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobe.
I am not a Muslim, which now labels me as an infidel.
I am older than 70, making me a useless eater who doesn’t understand Facebook, Instagram, or Snapchat.
I think and I reason, and I doubt much of what the ‘main stream’ media tells me, which makes me a Right-wing conspiracy nut.
I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive Canadian culture, making me a xenophobe.
I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist.
I believe our system guarantees freedom of effort – not freedom of outcome or subsidies which must make me a borderline sociopath.
I believe in the defence and protection of Canada for and by all citizens, now making me a militant.
I am proud of our flag, what it stands for, and the many who died to let it fly, so I stand during our National Anthem – so I must be a racist.
Please help me come to terms with the new me because I’m just not sure who I am anymore! Funny – it all took place over the last 5 or 6 years!
If all this nonsense wasn’t enough to deal with, now I don’t even know which restroom to use… and these days I gotta go more frequently!
Ontarian’s frustrated by lack of locations to book second COVID vaccine dose.
Truth be told. I personally believe that it might be better to wait a couple of months before getting the second shot. As it gives the body time to adjust to things. But hey! I could be wrong.
Trudeau, scheduled to land in Ottawa later today and start quarantine at a local hotel.
Hmm! I wonder how many people really care. LOL. Anyway, have a great day, and it is a really nice day here in Port Loring Ontario.
NORTH DAKOTA FARM KID
Dear Ma and Pa,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you get to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. But I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there’s warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food, plus yours, holds you until noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder these city boys can’t walk much.
We go on ‘route marches,’ which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A ‘route march’ is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.
The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don’t bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6″ and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8″ and near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
I kind of think it might be worthwhile buying a ticket.
Grandma goes to Court
Your chuckle for the day folks…….a short story… if this actually happened, I would have loved to have been in the courtroom!
Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren’t prepared for the answer.
In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know me?’ She responded, ‘Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I’ve known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you’ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you’re a big shot when you haven’t the brains to realize you’ll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.”
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, ‘Mrs. Jones, do you know the defence attorney?’
She again replied, ‘Why yes, I do. I’ve known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He’s lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can’t build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women and one of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.”
The defence attorney nearly died when this came out.
The judge immediately asked both counsellors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said,
“If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I’ll send you both to the electric chair.”