Why I Keep My Books

The other day, I read Tim Covell’s post Books and Clutter. In it, he was commenting about an article he had read in a local publication that claimed it was okay to get rid of books.

Both the article and Tim note the trouble of getting rid of books left behind by people who die. That might be a family member or friend. One suggestion was to clean off the bookshelf before death, keeping only what is truly personally valuable.

I understand the philosophy, but I don’t agree with it. However, my opinion applies to the average person, not the extreme. The extreme being the ones who have tens of thousands of books. My view is for the average person who has less than 1,000 books, most having around 500 books.

When we cleaned out my mother’s house in 2019, I was glad I was there to save the books. Others in my family don’t give a hoot about books, so they would have thrown all of them in the trash. They care about books so little, they wouldn’t even have considered donating them. Into the trash they’d have gone without a second thought.

My mother was not the average book owner. She seldom bought books. In total, I believe there were around 40 in her house. Some were books I had written, and one was written by my daughter. A few were genealogy related with connections to our family, particularly her family in Newfoundland. One I had bought her while we were visiting her place of birth. It was locally produced, so copies were limited. I had a copy, too.

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It’s time for me to Celebrate me

That post title might sound self-centred but the fact is, I don’t celebrate me. I celebrate everyone else. Whether they write a book, have a birthday or get a new job. I stopped celebrating myself about two decades ago. It was one small thing at a time, telling myself, “It’s not that big. It really doesn’t make a difference. Anyone can do that. I’m no one special. Everyone has a birthday. What’s the big deal?”

Yup, I stopped celebrating my birthday years ago. It’s just a day. I don’t want anything, yet my family remembers. I get a cake and gifts, but if the day passed without any happy birthday wishes, cake or gifts, I wouldn’t think anything of it because, it’s only the day I was born, nothing special.

Perhaps it is because life is too busy, my children’s birthdays are more important or the world is too crazy. I don’t know how I slipped into the habit of not celebrating me. All I know is it’s wrong. I need to celebrate my birthday. I need to celebrate my accomplishments.

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Echoes from History

I stumbled upon this video yesterday and as I worked around the kitchen, I listened to it. Several times I froze in disbelief, listening to what Dr. Robert Willner had to say. If we replaced ‘AIDS’ in this lecture with ‘COVID’, we see the same thing is happening. Everything from the media not reporting obvious facts to Dr. Fauci.

If you have an hour, this is certainly worth your time. I heard very little about AIDS as a teen in the 1980s. Here in Nova Scotia, it was no big deal, too far away, but I’m learning it was major headlines in the United States.

The video is on YouTube here: What is the truth about HIV, AIDS? Dr Robert Willner Injects HIV into himself on TV

The lecture by Dr. Willner appears to have taken place in the late 80s or early 90s. Those conspiracy theories about the AIDS virus are circulate today with this flu virus. Funny how those who wouldn’t have believed this doctor then won’t believe doctors such as Dr. Robert Malone today. Oh, well, maybe in 20 years when they become conspiracy facts.

History Lesson in Real Time

If you still believe this is about health, congratulations. You are part of the 30% who will believe anything authority tells you. You also know what you’d do in 1930s Germany.

Oh, what a history lesson we are being given by the Canadian government.

What 30%?, you ask. Read this post (A Solid Explanation of Society’s Behaviour and Mass Formation), and watch the video I discuss. You will learn more about people in that short time than any university course has taught in the past 30 years.

How do you break the spell if you are under it?

Turn off the news. Stop watching all government-controlled media for one week. Veg -out on movies from the 80s, or listen to music you enjoyed as a teen. Take a walk in nature, do a craft, read a favourite book or exercise.

After a week, find alternate news sources. That might be a podcast or news from another country. Listen to those you disagree with.

However, just turning off the news will break the spell. Don’t talk to others about what is going on because they’ll only repeat the lies given by media.

I know, I’ve heard ‘them’ say: If you don’t listen to the news, you’re uninformed.

However, the important part is: If you listen to the news, you are misinformed.

Which brings me to: It is easier to believe a lie than be convinced you’ve been lied to.

Conclusion: It is better to be uninformed. Which is why, ignorance is bliss.

Stay wild and free out there. Canadians are in for a bumpy ride.

This Tuesday is Canada Flag Day

That’s right. Tuesday February 15th is Flag Day in Canada. This year, it will be special because of the stand for freedom millions of Canadians are taking across the country. Also because this Truckers for Freedom convoy has inspired similar convoys across the globe. I’ve seen ones in Australia, Belgium, Germany and France.

In a sense, the horns in Ottawa was ‘the horn heard around the world’.

If you have a Canadian Flag, fly it. If you can’t fly a flag, tape one to your window or door. It’s two days away, so there’s still time to get one.

Canada. True North Strong and Free.

Free the Children from Tyranny

There are many images circulating across the Internet of children holding hands at the Windsor, Ontario, Truckers for Freedom Convoy protest. It has sparked outrage in a small fringe minority of the population. Parents at these protests have been called names and labelled as crazy, cowards and child-abusers for using these children as a so-called Human Shield.

My questions are:

From who and what should these children fear? The Canadian government? The Canadian armed forces? The Royal Canadian Mounted Police? A lunatic like the one who ploughed down peaceful protesters in Winnipeg on February 4th?

Would the people in the government, military and police actually kill or harm these children to remove protesters?

That speaks more about the lack of integrity of those forces than that of the parents of the children.

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Conflicting Realities

When I was young, I absorbed the lessons of my elders. My parents, older siblings, the leaders in my neighbourhood, my teachers and guidance councillors showed me the path I was to follow. It was simple: graduate, attend a secondary education institution, marry, have kids, save for retirement and wait for my golden years to enjoy life.

I tried to do what was expected of me. I failed wonderfully. I hated school, so I studied hard and got good marks so I wouldn’t have to repeat a grade. Once I had served my sentence in high school, I ran. There was no way I was returning to that system of learning. It was horrible.

This was only the start of cutting my own trail off the beaten path.

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Touring Northern Labrador by Sail

No, not me, but Ed O’Reilly. I won’t be there for a few years.

This morning, Ed posted a link to his latest video production on an online sailing group I’m connected with. While I enjoyed my tea, my eyes feasted on the scenery of Northern Labrador. That’s in Canada for those who are unfamiliar with our great country.

Here’s the description.

Of Places North 2021: An Introduction is the first in a series of videos that explores the isolated regions of Newfoundland and Labrador. These places are mainly accessible by boat. Solitude, spectacular scenery and emotional experiences make cruising coastal regions of this province memorable. I visit places in Notre Dame Bay, Northern Peninsula, and Southern Labrador.

Ed is a sailor, and you’ll see his ship in the video a few times. His ability to capture the landscape is fabulous. I knew there were a number of abandoned villages along the coast of Newfoundland and Labrador, but seeing them frozen in time touches the heart in an odd way. The cemeteries, lost and forgotten, create deep emotions with the past. Many have come and gone from these places. While life was harsh, no doubt it was simpler than the grind of modern day.

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The Story of The Black Bitch of Scotland

This story is for the people who jump onto bandwagons to protest not fully understanding what they’re protesting. It’s for people who don’t want to look deeper than the headlines. It’s for people who ignore history or want to erase it. This is the story of The Black Bitch of Scotland.

Long ago, on the windswept shores of Scotland, a man caught breaking the law was sentenced to death. He was chained to a tree on a wee island in the middle of the loch and left there to starve.

However, each morning found the man alive and well. After many days, the town folk realised the man’s loyal dog, a black greyhound bitch, was taking food and water to the man.

Back then, the only solution was to chain the dog to the tree with its master to meet the same fate.

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Correcting a Quote from Long Ago

I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

In the past year, I’ve heard this quote countless times. I’ve even written it myself. However, not long ago, I heard a different version, one that makes more sense.

I’d rather live on my feet than die on my knees.

To me, this makes more sense. To this I’ll add:

I may be killed while standing on my feet, but those on their knees will die two deaths: one of spirit and one of body, often not at the same time.

Where did the original quote come from? One source is Emiliano Zapata of the Mexican Revolutionary (1879–1919). However, a much older reference has François-Noël Gracchus Babeuf in his defence of the Conspiracy of Equals in April 1797 saying, “Better that we should die on our feet rather than live on our knees.”

Over the past century, it has been used by many people in the same or similar manner. They didn’t see a better way of saying they’d reject authoritarians and slavery. They didn’t know it was better to live on their feet than die on their knees.

HOWEVER, I hope we never have to make that choice. I hope sanity returns to society and forces governments to back off. We demand our freedom.

My Regiment for Defending Against Colds and Flues

I would consider the colds and flues I’ve gotten before 2014 average. I’d get one or two a year until my kids went to school, then I’d get three or four. I could mark the calendar with the first cold of the season: 2nd week of October. I’d get sick again in January, then again in February and if it was a bad luck cold season, I’d get sick again in the spring.

The worst cold I had was delivered via a birthday cake in April 2013. That’s when I learned about viral load and its link to how severe one gets sick. It’s also the exact time I stopped eating birthday cake anyone – whether sick or not – blew out the candles on. In this house, that meant a piece of cake was cut for the birthday boy or girl, candles were put on it, and they blew them out and ate their own spit.

Because I had been hit with such a high viral load, I was sick within 12 hours, and I stayed sick for three months. It was the worst cold I ever had with a horrible cough, and coughs are the one area I excel at. I’m a natural cougher, so when a cold hits, I can cough so hard, well, let’s just leave that right there. Even when I’m not sick, I’m coughing. It’s the way I’ve been since I was a child. I’d cough all night except I slept through it and the only reason I knew I was coughing is others heard it and told me. My uncle John was the same way.

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A Solid Explanation of Society’s Behaviour and Mass Formation

In my struggle to understand people in society, I’ve listened more than I’ve spoken. I’ve spent countless hours sitting off to the side in crowds to watch and listen to conversations. Obviously, this is good research for writing characters. Yet, I am often baffled by what I hear because much of it is illogical. Spock makes sense. Fauci does not.

Listening to lectures and conversations given by people of all walks of life in many countries of many cultures and professions, including Carl Yung, Vandana Shiva, Jordan Peterson and Thomas Sowell, have provided perspectives I’d not get in my circle of family, friends and associates.

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RANT: The Canadian Government Rules on a Slippery Slope

I hate you, Ian Rankin. I hate everyone like you. You believe you have the right to limit the freedoms of Canadians living in Nova Scotia unless they participate in an experimental, untested and unapproved medical treatment, one with unknown short and long-term side affects, one that doesn’t even do what vaccines are supposed to do.

What is a real vaccine? A vaccine protects the person who gets it. Think of the Tetanus vaccine. I got the booster a few years ago. When I stepped on a rusty spike last fall, I was protected. I didn’t bother going to Emergency. I kept the wound clean, disinfected it three times a day and elevated my foot for about a week. It healed with no infection. I wear a suit of armour against rusty objects, and it’s a good thing. Working like I do around nails, wire and other metals, I get scratched and poked a lot.

That’s what a real vaccine does.

A real vaccine doesn’t work for some and not others. It doesn’t leave you unprotected where you can get sick and pass on that sickness to others. It doesn’t do more harm than good to the individual.

Did you get that? Individual. The concern is for the individual, not the collective.

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Camping in the House

Today, we’re dealing with the aftermath of a major winter storm that swept across Nova Scotia in the past 24 hours, dumping more than a foot of snow and blowing that snow into drifts, some five feet tall. I’ve done my share of shovelling, including clearing the large deck before it collapsed from the weight of three feet of snow and clearing paths to feed the animals. My oldest son was out ploughing driveways and hauled out my son-in-law when he got stuck ploughing five o’clock this morning. My youngest son has been out shovelling with a crew since 10:00 pm Sunday night. It’s 3:00 pm Monday, and he’s still not home yet. He’ll be one tired and hungry fellow by the time he rolls in.

It is February, and I think of this month as the snow month. January is the cold month. March the ice month.

Of course, this is relevant to Nova Scotia; other locations will see the seasons differently.

This is the second storm in a week. Last Tuesday February 2nd, we dealt with a major wind, snow and rain storm that blew our electrical panel. We spent two days without power and only after replacing the fuse panel, sinking two 10-foot ground rods into the ground and building a platform to meet safety code did power surge through the wires again.

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