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labour day, fatale


Labour Day long weekend, as if the name meant anything. People hate unions now, because the idea of wealth without prosperity has finally won out. Friday morning generous and cool with long breezes off the lake, but then downtown in the afternoon it's a heat sink, sticky and choking. Summer can end now, thank you. An otherwise normal-looking girl at the library, only she's wearing a winter scarf like a fashion accessory, and using the pay phone(!), saying, ... and he said it looked like I'd had six kids and then he was like, there's one missing, and I didn't even know what he was talking about. On Saturday Oona, C and I go for a bike ride up in Rideau Heights, with Oona as mom's passenger. The area has a fairly scorched look, with a few hopeless trees. Amidst the lack of shade, the dress code is largely the same as our own neighbourhood, perhaps with less drunkenness and more shirtlessness, and accents of armloads of broken-looking electronics. Cabs feature prominently. There are no Queen's students up here, but the few in our own neighbourhood stick out badly; they can carry cases of beer all they want but grooming and timely dental care give it away every time. This is the weekend before school starts, and they're all moving in, the liquor store downtown overflowing with mother-daughter teams, so many parents walking around with their kids, it's startling to me that people do this, all this hand-holding. On the other end of the spectrum are our new neighbours across the alley, who aren't just rough -- they're like the scarred veterans of some war that no one ever heard of. LAY THE **** DOWN, RIGHT NOW, the mother screams at her kid, a toddler who counters with things like I just want to be with you, mommy. And *of course* they have giant dogs, in cages, and *of course* the dogs are half-crazy, and *of course* there's an ongoing feud with some other dog owners up the lane, and out of six or seven people involved in the whole story maybe one works, and when he comes home he's *really* angry.

On Sunday we escaped to a whale exhibit up in Ottawa. Whales are strange creatures, made stranger still by how little we know about them. Listening to their various sounds, you suddenly realize how much is borrowed by directors of horror and science fiction movies.

I've been having a lot of headaches lately. This seems to happen, these clusters, a few times a year. They go along the lower jaw and then the upper jaw and then bury themselves somewhere in the centre of my skull. Good times, especially at 2:30 in the morning. Also, somehow, my sinuses are involved.

Also, when you don't get any sleep, it's quite easy to throw your back out.

Also, I've been drawing femme fatales, in packets of four.

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  1. I've been having a lot of headaches lately too. But I have to say, I don't do anything as wonderful as drawing femme fatales. I just lie around, sighing, and saying "Woe is me" a lot. I'm a bit lame really.

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  2. Anonymous10:31 pm

    There was a very real perception that bi-racial was much worse for the white than it was for the person of color. The liberal culture screamed racism when there is a very reasonable explanation for this reality::::
    In this white punishment known as the United States the person of color has already adopted the disfavors/temptations intended for another race. But by associating/mating with a person of color the white is newly adopting the disfavors of another culture.
    And this is the reason why people of color are not welcome in the United States. The gods control everything:::The perception they want to create, the thoughts they want you to have.
    People of color can't recover from absorbing the temptations from two cultures. And why they become more and more like so many blacks in America:::Veterans at absorbing the temptations of two cultures.
    To further illustrate this is why California's educational system/funding was ranked #1 when California was white:::Education being the basis of the affluent economic system. Now even public higher education has become unaffordable.

    The gods placed us all into our own corners of the globe. As such for thousands of years we spent time and reproduced with out own kind.
    This is why mobilty/travel, biracial unions/offspring and partaking of other cultures is a sin::::
    Each has it's own elements of disfavor, and by experiencing other cultures you are being exposed to these disfavors, which if people may adopt will make their state even worse than prior.
    The United States has been considered a "melting pot" where rejects from around the world were sent when kicked out of their motherland.
    Remember, this concept of cultural diversity is an element of the liberal platform the gods used to promote societal decay, revealed on the map with the "beast" that is the SanFranciscoBayArea and the spread of social deterioration that spread to the rest of the country and eventually to the entire globe.

    Ronald Reagan spent the communist block into submission with defense buildup, and in the process increased the National debt from $1 trillion in 1980 to $6 trillion when he left office.
    W charged both the Iraq and Afghanistan wars to the national debt, honest numbers to come.
    The gods used W to initiate the "Great Recession" with deliberate legislation/regulation changes, allowing the sub-prime fiasco and corporate irresponsibility/criminal behavior which led to the multi-trillion dollar stimulous package, pocketted by Republican friends and donors::::$5 trillion charged to the National credit card.
    This corruption is one element of evil in the party of good. War mongering is another.
    Damned if you do, Damned if you don't::::With the Democrats you subscribe to social decay via liberlism, which WILL lead to the Apocalypse. Republicans are being used by the gods to bankrupt the United States, ultimately motivating people to the point of "desperation prayer" once anarchy presides::::Punishment designed to correct your behavior.

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