Open Letter to Stan Lee

What fun it was to find the nearest store within a mile and for 12 cents find your next books... Spider-man, Dr Strange, Daredevil etc... I had my own gang leaping across the fences in those days.

Why after all these years of my enjoyment of your words and Steve’s Ditko’s artistry (Spider-Man and Dr Strange, Daredevil etc) did Steve leave you?

How is Steve?

I hope he is well-compensated despite your troubles with Sony.

You always use to give us these comic book readers the straight goods.

‘Nuff said.

HARPER'S CASKET

At last. Our P.M.'s office has been exposed. 

Harper's Duffygate works for me. 

Finally, our mortician has found his own casket.

Hello Vancouver. Is anybody home?

Our American friends visiting us are staggered by creepy attitudes and hours of service in this squeaky, pretentious town called Vancouver… named after a brave man.

Who gets their newspaper before two pm? Why is the beer store closed at six?

When you want service with a scowl, go to the most boring Chinatown in the world (right here) or visit your local post office.

And by the way, try the sidewalks these days. The youngin’s think you’re invisible. They walk through you with their stretch-doggie leashes. And you can always depend on skateboarders to roar up your ass. Or get an involuntary pedicure by aggressive hit-and-runners. They paid their way here and don't give a crap about Canadians (my family coming here from the mid 1700's.)

Oh, did I miss something? Read both newspapers written by the same hacks.

DEATH BED FANTASIES

Open letter to anyone to whom I am guilty of writing:

My words about life are meant to be a titch of advice about your philosophy and theology. That's what I contemplate. Not always Your Life.  

Everybody's O.K. to be a philosopher; O.K. to be a theologian; not O.K. to realize on one's deathbed that they got the theology wrong.

Each of us has a private relationship to the personality of the infinite. Sure beats withering with TV violence and politics (the eternal sea of Maya).

The last image I want playing in mind is that after all, I had no idea. 

I hope they clean the sheets.

Your body is your friend telling you methinks the same.

Dear Reader:

STAYING UNDISTRACTED:

Uh, that subject was meant to be a titch of advice about your philosophy and theology. That's what I was thinking about. Not Yours; everybody's. O.K. to be a philosopher; O.K. to be a theologian: not O.K. to realize on one's deathbed that they got the theology wrong.

Each of is has a private relationship to the personality of the infinite. Sure beats withering with TV violence and politics (the eternal sea of Maya).

The last image I want playing in mind is that after all, I had no idea. 

I hope they clean the sheets.

Your body is your friend telling you methinks the same.

The birds are there to free us from our thinking... and expose the grandeur of heaven.

Stonewall the Putinistas
Just one question for union leaders, port managers, liquor store owners, bar and restaurant owners around our quivering globe: is this weekend not an auspicious time to finally close the door on homophobic hatefulness? How? End all movement of all Russian products. Period. Stonewall the Putinistas. You know - those real men who lay out the glittering red carpet in the palace of the King of Communism after jailing our gay athletes. 

FOR:
gaybratbieber.com
AKA:
tom jones and liberace.

Throw more panties!

Brutal Interference

USELESS, BRUTAL INTERFERENCE

During a personal milestone in any individual's life, birth and death for example, it is a time for absolute peace. But the brutal common media does not respect this… unless of course it’s about the cameraman or the commentator’s personal life. Then perhaps (not likely for long) might they appreciate the need for absolute privacy. With all of this celebrity sucking, don’t count on it. This deep snooping will not abate.

Let Mandela, Prince Phillip and others of good note pass away on a quiet note, you morons among the common media. Consider. Consider your own relationships to the personality of the infinite and then consider how would YOU like it if everybody stuck a camera and microphone in your face during your last moment of prayer… you bloody morons. 

We are the words we hear. We are the words we speak. Speaking is a way of sustaining mental health. Agree or not to agree doesn't matter. Engage and allow your humanity to be engaged. Eventually you may discover peace through words of grace.

Finding a Family

After 40 years someone in my immediate family found a broom and found me. About which I, as a great uncle, uncle, brother etc, am pleased.

Close the zoos.

They are not the healthy environment for any animal. Send the animals back to their familes, their natural territories. Let elephants prance with their cousins. Let the tigers find their prey.

Open more museums and science centres for children and the rest of us to understand the globe we live on. Punishing animals for our minor entertainment and little edification is worse than inhumane.

One day in California by the sea I heard the voice of angels laughing and when I looked upward at the tumbling clouds a face appeared. Wise and etched with compassion. Not a grim countenance but a hint of a smile which that day helped me to recover. That same day I heard – and I’m quite sure – that “still small voice” which spoke the one word which also helped me. That word was “persevere” and that face was yours.

And having persevered, I met you. Thank you for everything since then.

Enjoy your youthfulness and during those moments when you are frightened, perhaps you will recall that “There is no time. There never was. Just your relationship to the truth… and perhaps for you the extreme and intense peace of knowing.”

As always dear: best wishes. - Harry

Honey Did I Miss You?

Honey did I miss you?

Where were you?

Where were you?

I was alone, alone.

Waiting. Waiting. Where were you?

Did you pass me by? Pass me by?

I was there, waiting. Waiting.

Honey, did I miss you?

Be beside me. Beside me. 

I need you here beside me.

I was there waiting, waiting, waiting for you.

And you passed me by. You passed me by.

Hooligans everywhere. Finding excuses anywhere. Soccer games. Hockey cups. Rage drivers. Mobs.

What’s the answer? Police brutality? Kill them all? Will that extreme response rescue us from their moronic conduct?

(See for example: BC coroner rules: Dziekanski death at hands of RCMP a homicide,)

Nope.

With all our science, which is good science brought to us by your neighbourhood geek, can’t we find another response? A response to conclude this outrageous inciviltity?

Yes. Yup, there is an answer.

The sleep bomb. 

Use drones to drop and fumigate these bastards with the consequence of their immediate sleep… and make sure they wake up with a hangover and go home whining to mommy.

Let’s start with a biggie bomb.  North Korea.

Tickee, tickee, boom...

Sleep, sleep sleeee…

The first country to industrialise was the United Kingdom during the Industrial Revolution, commencing in the 18th century.

Here we are in the 21^st.

Since Industrialization, we have, according to economists, progressed.

Our earth and our oceans are now under extreme pressure. No economist is going to resolve that irreversible greed.

The globe we live on needs immediate repair.

Leave it alone.

We may eat again from our gardens healthy food. We may drink delicious water. We may get educated without spoiling this planet we call home.

Stop this madness.

While it may ‘cost’ us three generations, do it now,

De-industrialise.


Good Men Lost

How many more?

No matter their minor sins, they remain committed to goodness… and why can’t the rest of us at least see their goodness?

Who among us, dear reader, can say with ease, “I have tried.”

May we, with your permission, increase or at least allow goodness?

All of us, reading now.

Allowing goodness works.

Encouraging goodness is courageous.

The love of a frightened man is a good love.

Dear Editor:

The 2^nd Amendment was not written by God.

 It was written by men during a time of necessary protection to win a certain war which gave strength and continuity to the United Sates of America.

 This is a different time.

 Now is the time to change or amend the Holy 2^nd Amendment.

 Assault rifles are way beyond the original idea of home protection.

 Just change that amendment. Amend it. Stop sucking up to it… all you REAL men.

 Let President Barach Obama win this point and bring peace.

 And then enjoy hunting, as I do. 

CRAT CALLING

Happy and Prosperous New Year to all and sundry 
- (whomever THEY may be).

Having watched a few episodes of Duck Dynasty I was inspired to create my own whistle call.

Background: In case you didn't know, Duck Dynasty is based on a real life entrepreneur whose family is making a fortune selling duck call whistles.

So here's my fortune coming along: I have invented (patent pending) a 'Crat Call.' Very simple: next time you're dealing with (either in person or on the phone) a bureaucrat, and are getting much frustrated, just blow my Crat Call. It sounds like a troublesome and ineffective series of grunts related to your worst bowel movement.  

Blow it long and hard. 

Send me a cheque. Or am I supposed to send a bill first? GST? HST? 

Pucker up.