Circle of Love

I guess the Circle of Love all started a long time ago…..maybe 35-40 years.  It was nothing, really.  I had a lot of friends from all over, from refugee and immigrant communities to folks who lived on boats, skid-row types, petty criminals, doctors, lawyers, roller-hockey players….you know, the mish-mash of people one gets to know as you get on with getting on?

Side note: You should have seen our wedding…it was a masquerade ball because everyone invited was so different and from such weird walks-of-life we thought we could break the social barriers by having them in costume.  It worked remarkably well.  

Then, as I worked as a mediator and arbitrator, I added to the list along with neighbours and friends and kind encounters with strangers.  It was not a real list.  It was just a running mental list of people who were ‘good people’ and who could be counted on to be ethical and fair and kind to someone in need.  I would guess that, at any given time, there were only about 15 to 20 ‘active members’ who, in fact, did not even KNOW they were members.  It was really just me keeping a list of who was naughty and who was nice and I would check that list more than twice.  Ho Ho Ho.

Anyway, one of them was a young man at the time.  He was going through some kind of hell and I helped him out.  After a year or so, he was into clean air and tacking well to windward.  He was free.  We stayed friends.  And there was another and I helped him and then he and I were friends.  One day the first guy needed some kind of special skill and the second guy had that skill and I introduced them.

“B, this is S.  He needs 123-doing and you are the best I know at that.  He’s in the Circle.  Go help him”.

‘B’ said, “What’s the circle?”  I explained that good guys get help from other good guys and we do it freely because we know they will do the same for others.  They may even do the same for us someday but that would just be a coincidence.  You are in the Circle because the love goes out to the good who need it.”

“Wow!  I am part of that?”

“Yeah.  Think of it as being part of a type of Rotary or Lions service club or something without the breakfast meetings.  And the demands on your time might happen only once in lifetime.”

“I’m in!”

“Dude!  You’ve been in for the last three years.  Now go call S and help him out.”

” I don’t know this ‘S’ guy.”

“Just say, ‘Dave sent me’.  That should do it.  If you don’t like him or don’t want to do it, do not do it.  You are totally free but you are obligated to meet him, look at the issue and, if you can, do your best.  That’s it.”

And S and B became friends.  And so did maybe twenty guys get called and every time, the term Circle of Love was invoked and strangers helped out strangers.  It is a great system and there are no dues.

S called me the other day.  “Dave, shouldn’t we all know who is in the Circle of Love?  I mean, I am now doing pretty good and I am more well positioned than so many people during this virus, shouldn’t we all meet one another and see what we can do to help one another?”

“Well, the CoL was never intended  to be obligatory.  Someone would call and someone would be called and that was basically it.  But I see your point – they all went through me.  And that should be remedied, I suppose.  My problem today is that some of the members are older than me.  W is now 90.  H is 90.  I have more than a few J’s in their late 80’s.  I would venture to say that some in the circle are of little use now.”

“All the more reason to organize a meeting and draft some youth.  We can’t let this slip away.”

So, I am thinking of doing that.  But I coined the phrase, Circle of Love, as a word-joke. I rarely use the term.  The only members were hairy guys who didn’t even really know there was a CoL unless they called for help or got called to get help.  Only S liked the name so much, it endured.

My friend D in Hong Kong has been a HUGE help to so many, only a few of which were CoL members.  That is just who he is.  Same for D and most of the J’s.  Many members would be surprised to get a call for any other reason than to ‘just go help somebody’.  If there is anything special about it, it is that they do it for a stranger who then, inevitably becomes a friend.

The reality is that the CoL is not a circle at all.  It is more like the Olympic Rings, interlocking.  S has his own circle of which I am a member.  BK, D and D and D and the J’s all have their own circles.  It is NOT an organization, it is an affiliation of good eggs.  And the influence is way wider than just the members who do not even know they are members.

Craig at Comox Fountain Tire acted in exactly that CoL manner the night we had the flat tire on our way to the hospital.  He was not (then) in the CoL.  And I do not know him well enough to call it official but, if there was anyone in that area that needed that kind of help, I’d call Craig and say, “Circle of Love, man.  Go help this woman.  Her name is S and she is near you.  If you charge, I’ll pay.  She’s poor.  If you don’t charge and do a good job, you are in the CoL officially.”

He’d say, “Who is this?  Is this a phone scam-thing?”

So, I would re-introduce myself and provide an explanation and I have never been disappointed yet.  He’d go.  She’d get help.  They’d be friends.  That’s how it works.

Now, dear reader,  don’t be silly as you envision all this….if Craig had to replace a tire or fix something, he might charge.  He may have costs.  CoL does not mean free.  It means ‘YOUR TIME AND YOUR CARING IS FREE.  Any real outlay of expenses and parts are the recipients cost. You can waive them or collect them, your call.  The only real requirement is that you help NOW and you are the best you can be.’

God, the world is weird, eh?

 

 

I had to pee……

….and we were in town returning a borrowed cane to The Red Cross.  I parked in front of the red brick building located at the end of a small side street.  There was an alley around the side.  Sal went in to the office, I got out and looked around.  Pretty private.  Private enough for me…..I am not ‘picky’ that way….and, anyway….who’s gonna look down an alley…..? More to the point: do I care?

I walked around the corner of the building and there, sitting on the ground under a blanket, was a young woman.  She had a bright red top-knot of hair sitting on a black, blunt-cut base.  She looked up.  “Do I have to leave?”

“Not on my account.  I was gonna pee there but I am happy to move on down behind the dumpster.”  But I didn’t move right away.  I stopped and looked.  Her hair was clean.  The blanket was clean.  It was raining slightly.  She had a small pack sack acting as a cushion for her back against the wall.

“Homeless?”

“Yeah.”

“How long?”

“Four months.”

She looked pretty good for being homeless that long.  “Addicted?”

“Yeah.”

“How long?”

“Off and on since I was 13.”

“How old are you now?”

“Twenty three.”

“Drug of choice?”

“Chrystal Meth”.

“Ten years is a long time on meth.  You could be too far gone.”

“Can’t.  Gotta get off it.  I have a son.”

“Where’s he?”

“With my parents.  He’s good.  But I am gonna get him back.”

“How?”

“I’m workin’ on it.”

“Oh…..that’s good.  What are you doing when you are workin’ on it?”

“You know, just workin’ on it…you know…thinkin’….gettin’ by til I am ready to….”

“Well, I hope that works for you but it hasn’t worked that way for anyone else.  Gettin’ by means going deeper. You need to get away from whatever you are doing and try doin’ good work with good people. Change your friends, change your life or something like that…you know…..?”

“Yeah.  I need a place to go to. I am gonna apply for a residence in a treatment centre or something.  I have my name with some social workers…and….like, maybe she’ll get me in somewhere.”

She was intelligent in a way.  Well spoken, at least.  Sentences made sense.  She was almost charming. Definitely pleasant. I had interrupted her as she was writing in a small notebook. It was some kind of journal.

“What’s your name?”

“Ashley.”

“What’s your kid’s name.  How old is he?”

“Alex is four.”

“Go to the forest.  It’s healing.  Find some cabin or something.  Just get out.  Get out to some place like where we live, a remote island up the coast.  No meth.  Nothing.  Just go to the forest, work at a resort somewhere or take care of an old couple or something.  Work for food. Or just get some food and camp.  If it doesn’t work out, go to another place.  Get out of the city.  There’s no real help here.”

Sally had joined me by then.  She and Ashley started talking about island life.  I went to the dumpster.  When I came back, she asked “How do I get in touch?”

I gave her my name and phone number.  But I told her that coming to our island is hard.  She’d work like a dog.  “Wood, gardening, no TV, no young people. I’m grouchy. We just do chores out there but it’s easier doing that in a paradise like ours.  Easier for us, anyway.”

We got back in the car.  We had those just-mentioned chores to do.  We drove in silence for a few minutes.  Sal said, “Breaks your heart.  She seemed alright, you know, deep down.  Not a good idea leaving your kid with the parents, tho.  She gonna make it?”

“No idea.  But do not be fooled by her charming manner.  All addicts tell the truth to the ‘mark’.  Telling their story is easy after awhile.  It works for them.  Then, when the mark believes them because of their sincerity, they set up the mark for some kind of exploitation – usually theft.  Addicts tell the truth to manipulate.  It’s how everyone is fooled.  Addicts know what to say.”

“Yeah.  I know.  What are we gonna do if she phones?”

“Answer the phone.  How do you not?  She’s a kid in trouble.  You have to.”

“What can we do?”

And so we drove and thought about Ashley.  We did not talk about her much but we were both thinking.  I had spent years working with wayward youth and drug addicts.  I even knew someone from my past life in this town. Then I remembered the burn out and depression not to mention constant stress. “We can’t help her. Especially if she wants to bring her son. If she calls, I’ll refer her to an ex-addict I know. We’re a bit too old for that stuff now. It’s an ugly truth but I think she is already way beyond us.”

“I agree. But, it is sad.”

Breaking News or Broken?

Trusting the mainstream media fully is silly.  MSM is a for-profit business/industry that is owned by billionaires and much concentrated in a few companies.  Probably Rupert Murdoch, Ted Turner and Silvio Berlusconi are the most powerful voices but Oprah Winfrey is close.  Disney owns FOX News!  It is a small but powerful group and, of course, efficiency and profits are more important than truth and honesty.

“Hey, it’s not personal (or true), it’s just business.” 

While the motives and practices are less than noble, the process of ‘delivering the news’ is downright ridiculous.  Because making money is so important, news gathering has also been consolidated and turned into ‘feeds’.  Wire services.  That basically means the ‘news’ gets picked up locally, summarized by a freelance reporter and sent to a local news gatherer who, in turn attempts to pay for their reporter by selling the story up the ladder.  And so it goes until Reuters or Associated Press picks it up (the story has been bought, sold, rewritten, edited and ‘slanted’ to get that far).  Then Reuters and AP put it on their ‘wire feed’ to all ‘client’ MSMs and they, in turn, rewrite, summarize and ‘slant’ the story to the media outlets that run the story for ‘their’ audience.  Like the old party game where the players relay gossip around a circle, the last story teller bears little resemblance to the original story.  It is a flawed system but it has been honed over the years so that a car accident in Nairobi becomes a terrorist attack in Tel Aviv within hours.

It isn’t always that bad because stories are compared and competed for.  Some reporters are well-intentioned (but all carry a bias) and good business practices make for some fact checking before the story goes too far up the ladder and then down the chain.  But one thing is for sure; whatever is being reported is not 100% accurate or true.  That’s just the way it is.

I have no idea but I am guessing that news gathering gets naturally corrupted simply by the process.  But, when the news gathering became consolidated in the hands of the BIG corporations, it became more corrupted by the profit motive.  If you read ‘fringe feeds’ from different countries, you get the impression that the ‘FAKE NEWS’ companies get maybe 75% of the story basically right and maybe 40% of the facts and details right.  But I do not KNOW because I am NOT on the scene for every story and, even if I was, the story always happens BEFORE the reporter gets there.  The reporter is relying on witnesses, too.

Like I said, it is a very flawed process.

In my lifetime, I have been close to, part of and even the subject of maybe half a dozen stories that got reported and maybe only one that got half way up the wire feed scale.  In every single one of the stories, the reporter either got the gist of it wrong, the details and facts wrong or they, themselves, added a slant.  Sometimes it was not the reporter but their editor.  Because all of my stories were ‘social causes’ type stories (Skid Row, Refugees, living aboard boats, delinquent youth and the like), I was usually the beneficiary of the reporters bias and the facts and the details were edited to make my/our efforts sympathetic to the reader.  They lied and I looked good.  But it was NOT accurate or true.

Like agents tell their clients, “Do not believe your own publicity!” 

Eventually, of course, the unscrupulous began to use that system for their own ends.  “Any publicity is good publicity.”  And the rich began to ‘buy’ their news stories by heavy advertising and direct payments.  Then they paid BIG bucks to ‘bury’ bad stories and a whole generation of ‘tabloid’ papers came out selling blatant lies or burying obvious truths.  Think: National Inquirer and their ilk.  They took the flaws of the MSM and exploited the stories even further eventually getting to the point where they just made up crap.

The problem with the National Inquirer media model and similar is that they were so bloody ‘hokey’ any thinking individual with a 3-digit IQ knew it was crap and stayed away in droves.  Those 3-digiters relied on the MSM knowing that their stories were adulterated by profit motive, efficiency-reporting, summarizing, editing, time-slots and the like but probably at least half-true.

It must have dawned on everyone reading this that the real events of the world are so varied and different every day that they could not possibly always ‘fit’ into a neat News Hour so precisely timed that commercials were inserted and still be fully accurate.  In fact, even newspapers always managed to ‘fit’ all their stories in a daily issuance almost exactly the same size as the day before.  We all know LIFE is simply not like that but, to be fair, we the reader only have so much time in our day for the news, lies and propaganda.  It really all HAS to fit for us to ‘buy the paper’.

There is much more, of course, to the decadence and corruption of the news industry and the information we are all given but I am already closing in on my maximum word allowance, too.  So, I have to get to the point…..

Just because the news is so flawed, that in itself DOES NOT MEAN the rise of the alt-right, amateur news desk hucksters on You Tube are better.  In fact, they are actually using the waning credibility of the MSM to propagate lies and spin THEIR propaganda that is 100% biased and lacking in truth or fact.  The MSM dropped the ball and the amateurs DID NOT PICK IT UP.  They simply threw a lot more balls on the field and made up a new game confusing everyone.  No one knows the truth anymore but on this you can be sure: the alt-right and the amateur talking heads are 100% lying.

And someone is paying them to do it.

Reader Surprise

It always surprises me what appeals to ‘my’readership. You guys are nothing if not diverse and eclectic in your interests. The post in which ‘We Have to Talk About Kevin’ (a reference to a popular book title)was the most popular post this past year for two straight days. 200 readers each time! By comparison, the ‘I Hate Trump and Trudeau’ post received 150 for one day and is not likely to repeat that number on this, the second day.

Maybe I should write pieces on other ‘personally known’ readers…?

OH, do not worry, Scott, Sid, Derek. You guys certainly qualify (we’re friends) but I am mostly only teasing. Kev is further ‘out there’ anyway. NOT more entertaining in his eccentricity than you guys but different. AND it turns out that Kev is a hick magnet! Who knew?

I also have three ‘newish’ readers whose interests are not so much in me and my writing but rather because they are currently planning/dreaming/moving OTG. They will read ANYTHING that has the word OTG in it. There are, it seems, at least three entities ‘making moves’ to relocate OTG that pop in here (blog) now and then. From what they tell me, all three will set their feet on the forest floor within two years….maybe…..each of them swaddles that commitment in caveats, maybes and ‘what-ifs’. And so they should. Life throws us curve balls. But my odds are two will actually do it.

They are NOT the first of my readers to make moves in this direction. In fact, they are #4, #5 and #6 that I am personally aware of. Numbers 1, 2 and three have been up here (in the vicinity) for a few years now and all are doing very, very well.

Each of those arrivals, however, were couples. That is a huge difference in the do-abilty factor. There have been more than a few single males that have also emigrated out here but, by the nature of the beast, they are more alone and isolated. They may be happy and fulfilled but there simply isn’t as much ‘community’ evidence of that. Why? Because it is usually the women who join book-club, go to yoga or chat incessantly in the parking lot. Women are a more cohesive group (the Ya-Ya Sisterhood)and they kinda pull the reluctant males along into the community. Couples fare better or, at least, APPEAR to fare better.

And none of the singles were directly influenced by anything I wrote. The couples, on the other hand, read everything they could find and I was scooped up as part of that exercise – mostly for comic relief as I understand it. No one comes to me for expert advice. In other words, I had a bit of an entree to meeting the couples….Sally AND the book. Lone wolves and I circle one another for a long time before actually talking…..and then….NOT all that much.

I also have a contingent of arm-chair OTG’ers. They have the interest, but not the means or the commitment. They find the whole thing different and probably exciting but, well, you know…kids, mortgages, one spouse opposed, any number of valid reasons NOT to go beyond this blog.

I am particularly fond of my armchair-readers in the city. Firstly, they are obviously easily impressed and that is the kind of fan I need. Secondly, all of them are totally willing to help out from the city if I need anything. That is fabulous support because sometimes I do. And DC is in a field littered with raw materials and stuff-of-building. THAT is a huge thing.

Oddly, I actually have a few single women readers. Sally thinks that is peculiar because, in her words, “You really write like a male, you know that? I mean, it is NOT macho or sexy or even very interesting but six pages into anything you’ve written and your gender is revealed in your words! I am surprised women who do not live out here would go past those six pages. I find it very difficult myself most of them time!”

So, EB, ML, TrRUMind, B, SK, MP are exceptions to the rule and all the more appreciated for it. Mind you, they do seem to speak up more when I write about ravens and Sal’s heroics.

I clearly have some right-wing oriented folks but I think they are just right-wingers-by-self-description rather than by current values and thoughts. I have one close friend who is very much self-defined as a conservative, right-wing, exploit-the-environment, make-a-buck, free-enterpriser who regularly gives all his time and some of his money to widows and orphans, the poor, the indigenous and the immigrants. He is generous to a fault and loves the forest and the ocean. But he claims a neo-con outlook. Go figure.

I also have a lot of Asian readers. That is not a surprise, really, as I have a lot of Asian friends. And many people might be surprised to learn that appreciation for nature runs deep in that culture. Especially if they can eat it! MY Asian friends are deeply immersed in urban life and business-business-business but, at the same time, love the great outdoors much like the Hong Kong students we used to host. They love it but are not likely to ever go much further than Stanley Park. Too busy.

If I delve deeper into my WORDPRESS stats, I find a few Europeans, too. Likely German, Dutch and English. But I have friends and some family there. We’ve had Woofers from there. So, that makes sense.

There is much, much more to the profiles of the group, of course. And much, much, much more to every single one of them. But that is the picture I have from the site stats and those I know. You are a great bunch, a lovely bunch o’ coconuts.

I am encouraged

It was to be expected, I suppose.  Trump just got even more insane this last week.  I mean, he’s totally nuts and he’s under a lot of pressure and his usual defense mechanisms (lying, distracting and making crap up) are now fully engaged in almost everything he does.  So, he’s got nothing more to work with.  We can SEE him even more clearly now.  He’s getting stretched tighter and tighter and getting crazier every day.

I confess that suggesting injecting Lysol and drinking bleach achieved a whole new level of crazy but, honestly?  How much more madness needs witnessing before they call for the straight-jackets?  How much crazier does he have to get?

So, I am encouraged.  Why?  Because incrementally even the right-wing lunatics are seeing the scribbling on the wall.  Even Fox has lessened their support.  His ‘base’ is becoming less.  According to some sources, and as determined by mid-term and congressional election results, his base has fallen officially by at least 5%.  Given that he scraped into office by the skin of his teeth when he won, losing five percent almost guarantees a loss in November.

But it is NOT the official 5% that makes me feel better….it is the estimated 10 – 15% that are quietly re-thinking their allegiance and loyalty to such an incompetent POTUS.  This guy is now acting crazier and crazier every day during his televised Covid-19 speeches.  Even Bubba has to see Trump’s ‘distancing’ mentally on stage from his normal gang of stooges.  The guy paces behind when someone else is speaking and looks like he isn’t listening one bit.  Even Bubba has to be wondering if drinking bleach and injecting Lysol is really such a good idea when the top doctor follows Trump and immediately contradicts him on that same stage.  Even Bubba (inside that thick, uneducated skull) has to be rethinking…..

The point: we may want to re-start our own inner-Bubba and review our acceptance of our own great leaders.  You can always count on some deeply bigoted Conservative to jam both feet in their mouth with racist crap.  Canada’s Lynn Beyak will give any Bubba a race for a swastika tattoo.  As will Derek Sloan an MP from Ontario.  But they are NOT real leaders.  We have no REAL leaders.  We really should get some, don’t you think?  NOW is the time to make changes.  NOW is the time to demand changes!

As the US moves to Ex-lax Trump in November, 2020, shouldn’t we be at least reviewing OUR choices for Canadian Grand Poobah?  Our next election is in 2023.  That is a bit far off but it would be good if we could use the time to do what Justin promised from day one – electoral reform.  The system we have is simply NOT working.  It didn’t work for the poor, dumb US Bubbas and it doesn’t work for Albertan or Ontarian Bubbas either.  And it sure as hell doesn’t work for me.

Covid-19 exposed us to more than just a virus.  It exposed the incompetence, elitism, ignorance and waste of resources our respective governments wallow in every day.  We need to change that.  If we employed just one electoral reform every election, we might have a chance at rescuing a system that has gone so far off track…..so far off track that the President of the United States is the official Clown Prince of the World and our own grossly inept Prime Minister looks good in comparison.

 

 

Looking backwards and forwards at the same time

When we first began living off the grid, we were somewhat amusing for ‘watchers’ in a slap-stick, city-guy kinda way.  It seemed that most of my blog reports were based on (my) injuries and projects not working out.  (And I did not even write a blog for the first six or seven years!  That was because I was either too tired or too wrecked ) . Sal and I were pretty hapless and, at times, pathetic in our efforts.  We were classic ‘newbies’ trying to learn the OTG ropes.

Of course, time heals all wounds and gives scars and lessons as rewards.  We learned.  We got better.  We are NOT GOOD, but we are better.  But, as we learned more, we also got older.  As we implemented better systems, we NEEDED those systems more.  And, as the major financial hemorrhaging waned as the empire got established, the empire also started to show some wear and tear and the revenue stream – such as it was – trailed off.  In other words, it was two steps forward, fall down, get up, fall two steps backwards.  Get more First Aid supplies.  For the most part, we are keeping up with the changes but, at this stage, we are not getting ahead.

Actually, that state of being was to be expected.  We started late.  I was 56.  Sal was younger.  And we had a LOT to learn, not the least of which was how to build crap.  I have not mastered crap-building yet but most of it won’t fall down – at least not for 15 more years.  We tried to build to the 30 year rule and we have been here 15 years…ergo, we have 15 theoretically ‘engineered’ years left. We’ll see.  I do NOT have 15 years more of ‘healing wounds’ left, that’s for sure.

This weird, push-pull influence of doing and failing, learning skills but losing the energy to employ them, gelling as a work-team but seeking more time with individual hobbies, becoming more anti-social while doing more for community and living every day in the moment but also writing about it for posterity…it is the natural dichotomy of life, I suppose.  But that dichotomy shows up MORE and more out here.  I see the two steps forward, two steps back-thing alla time.  There is definitely less physical trauma but, of course, that has been more than made up for by the magic of aging.  I used to groan as I lifted a log.  Now I groan as I get out of the chair.  There is a poetic element to it all…..there may even be some more falling down in our future.  

“So, why tell us?”

Because I see it in others, too.  ON-gridders thinking of getting off-grid.  They wish to trade one life for another.  And they will (if they leap) be pleased with their decision.  They will learn a new lifestyle.  New skills.  And they will begin to ‘fit in’.  But, as they do, they will also age and the world will continue to race on in the ‘other’ direction.  They will be left out.  The city will become more like the hive it is, OTG will become more ‘hill-billy’ than it currently is.  The division will become a chasm.  Rural folk and OTG will become the new marginalized and we will be THANKFUL for that.

It is a weird observation….

And now, heeeeeeere’s Kevin!

As you all know, I have a friend who is a smidge ‘out there’.  He not only believes in conspiracy theories, he probably KNOWS most of them.  AND he definitely follows some of the alt-right conspiracy theory sites.  Kev is a guy who suspects any kind of power while employing a vivid imagination in the so-doing.  I sometimes tease Kev and say, “Kev’s a nut!”

For the record, Kev is NOT a raving lunatic.  Probably NOT even a nut.  He is definitely an eccentric and his interests are inclined to paranoia but he, himself, is sociable, pleasant, sane, skilled in his profession and basically a good guy.  One of the heroes in our third book, Accidental Fugitives, was created from the best parts of Kev’s personality.  Unselfishly helpful – totally supportive of the old couple fugitives, Kev helps them escape the authorities.  Hard NOT to like the guy.

So, when he sends me another ‘whacked out theory’, I tend to at least glance at it.  And I did again, today.  Kev sent me a site that claims Bill Gates is planning on ‘chipping’ the world’s population using a Quantum tattoo.  Furthermore, Bill patented the invention and the number of the patent is the sign of the beast, 666“Part of the planned New World Order, Dave.  Check it out!”

So, I did.  And, guess what?  Microsoft DOES have a tracking monitor-thingy that records your heart beat, pulse, blood pressure and other vital signs.  Potential for much more.  Sorta like a smart watch but smarter.  The number of the patent is very close to WO2020060606.  The whackos point to the 3 x 6’s as being ‘666’.  I am guessing that the patent starting with WO means something else in the patent office but it does eerily stand for ‘World Order’.

So, then I checked out Quantum tattoos being developed by MIT in concert with (gasp) Microsoft.  Also true.  Seems the tattoos may replace vaccinations.  I hate to admit it, but I didn’t read it all.  Reason: reading patents and their descriptions will never reveal ‘all part of the plan for the New World Order’.  The patents will be couched in terms like ‘medical advancement in hygiene’ and that sort of thing.

Now, before I go on, please know that I do NOT believe for one second the official story behind 911.  On that topic, I sit in Kev’s camp.  That was a plot, a well-executed plan that used young Saudis as the scapegoats (mind you, they were likely thinking they could fly aluminum foil into steel reinforced concrete buildings and make them fall down in their own footprint while knocking a third building down without actually hitting it if they got real lucky).   Who or what or why the real ‘bad guys’ did it, I have no idea.  But aluminum jetliners do NOT knock down steel buildings like the WTTs.  Of that, I am certain.

So, back to Kev………….he’s a nut!  But, but, but…………Microsoft is, indeed, potentially ‘near’ a technology that maybe, could, perhaps (if there was no oversight) track people from cradle to grave.  To be fair to Kev, governments have tried to and mostly succeeded in doing just that ever since the social security number was invented in the US in 1935 and emulated by Canada in 1964.  What started out as a benign way to manage people’s pensions has evolved in to a virtual ‘identity number’ that all citizens are now obliged to have.

Someone will be (if they haven’t already) making the argument: “Why not just chip all babies at birth?  And then, why not just chip everyone who comes into the country?”  And, depending on how sophisticated the chip is, the government will know even more about you and your life than the credit card companies do now.

It IS a brave new world.  Kev thinks it’s a plot to control the world.  It’s all a techie plot (by Bill?) to control the Brave New World Order?  And that, dear readers, is the plot line of Aldous Huxley’s dystopian novel, Brave New World, published in 1932 and maybe inspired by the issuance of social security numbers in the US.  The story isn’t new.  But the technology is.

It’s a stretch but…………………..well, in this case, Kev may be right!

Well, well, well….

Alberta crude can’t sell. It’s currently being priced in negative territory, meaning that they (theoretically) pay you to take it on the date it is due to be shipped. They DON’T pay, actually. It (the barrel of oil) was already sold on the ‘futures market’. But you can imagine what negative pricing is going to mean to the oil futures market…..it will cease…for awhile, anyway.

Investors in commodity futures will (theoretically) take the hit. They’ll lose a bundle….for awhile, anyway. But – not to worry – governments rescue THAT kind of industry and, indeed, Trudeau announced some stimulus (free money) that is not enough to do anything but still portends to a tendency to ‘bail out the oil sector’ yet again.

That’s nice……for them, anyway. And, of course, I will do my part by paying several times what Americans pay for gasoline. I am also already paying a great deal more than Ontarians pay. Don’t ask me why. It’s the least I can do.

Covid didn’t do all of this. Saudi Arabia and Russia had gotten into an oil snit already and the prices were going down just as the virus began to wreak havoc. Havoc resulted in everyone staying home, gas not selling normally, planes not flying and supplies piling/filling up storage. Indeed, even the ferries are not running much. Man, oh man! As the price dropped during the snit, the ‘players’ bought oil futures contracts and then watched in dismay as the demand dried up and storage facilities filled up. The ‘players’ are now bidding to lease huge floating tankers to store great volumes of oil at sea.

What could possibly go wrong with that?

Well (#1) just about everything, actually. The oil industry, despite Tesla, was still a viable investment (to those who care not a whit for the planet) and, to be fair, still necessary as the lubricant for the world’s economy. But Covid changed that. In a matter of months, the bottom fell out of their business model. A whole lot of ‘oil guys’ will go out of business even WITH gifts and loans from government. Only the giants will remain. Power in ‘energy’ will consolidate in fewer companies. Think they’ll drop the price to get the consumer back? Or crank it up like monopolies do (and they have done for decades)?

Speaking of wells (#2) the US predicts that the American Southwest will (and already is) in the early throes of a megadrought (started in the year 2000 they say). They also say it could last 100 years (based on geological analysis of previous droughts). From New Mexico to Oregon will become dust-bowl dry. Water is going to be a HUGE commodity in the not-too-distant future. Alberta may never pump oil again.

Hmmm…….Alberta may pump water, tho.

Of course, BC SHOULD pump them some water and likely will but the infrastructure isn’t there. So, we’ll need BIG PLAYERS to finance (own) that resource development. Hmmmm……..the REALLY BIG OIL GUYS will have the money and will want to diversify. Look for BP or SHELL or CHEVRON to ‘buy’ Ocean Falls or something and water tankers plying the inside passage to pipeline heads in Washington State.

What could possibly go wrong with that?

In the meantime, we will pay more for everything from avocados to car parts, from guns to bullets, from anything to everything. We will pay and pay and pay. Ad nauseam. Frankly, I do not mind ‘sharing’ some of our water with our ‘Merican friends (IF they act like friends). But it won’t come to that. The OLD NAFTA had a clause that said that, if a US company invests in something Canadian that requires water, they have first and forever rights to that water. I doubt that Chrystia Freeland managed to fix that stupid deal with the new, bullied trade deal.

‘Well’ (#3) is the money-pipeline from government. They are opening the spigot. Again. They will ‘save’ free enterprise corporations. They will ‘save’ industries. They will ‘save’ the players. With our money. But the little guy will be bled even drier. That is hard to even contemplate. Half of the Canadian population cannot absorb a $500 surprise ‘hit’ to their wallet. There is very little resilience left in the Canadian consumer. They are piled high with debt, loaded deeper with outrageous mortgages and losing their jobs or being down-sized out of the stacked-against-them game of clowns. And now they are sitting at home with a mask on their face. Canadians are patsies with bull-eyes painted on their foreheads and we are led by a spoiled brat who specializes in drama.

The future is going to be different from what was the past and even more different from what was envisioned, planned for and expected. A lot has changed in the last few weeks. But some things don’t change. The wealth and power will still reside with the few, the government will still bleed the serfs to satisfy the elite and the hoi polloi will continue to follow the lead goat.

It’s embarrassing.

What are they thinking?

I am just ranting again and so any reader should take this with a grain of salt, a dash of lemon and a good scotch. I really KNOW nothing about epidemics except that I do not like ’em. But, here’s the point: In all of January, Wuhan counted under 100 infected people. They eventually revised that number as things were revealed but, even with mis-counting, lying, bad bureaucracy and bad testing, the number of cases acknowledged was nowhere near 1,000. Not then, anyway. Today, there are almost 2.5 million cases in the world and over 160,000 dead. And it is still spreading. Turkey just passed Iran in cases. Canada, which was doing very well just jumped from around 1000 deaths to 1500 in just a couple of days. Other countries that were doing well have slipped and are now suffering again.

By the way, my ignorance of Covid-19 has, so far, been well-matched by our so-called experts. They have missed a great deal. I do NOT hate or blame them but, face it, they do NOT have all the answers yet. It feels like they do not have even half of them.

And Trump is urging a return to work, an easing of containment restrictions, a ‘let’s get great again economic remobilization plan’. In effect, Trump is encouraging indirect genocide. The man is trying to kill his own people!

And worse, Bubba and the Deplorables are protesting for that very same re-opening. They want us all to get close and personal again. Sell MAGA hats. Maybe swap some spit…..shake hands….don’t wash ’em….and basically play pathogen roulette. The president is insane, orange and simple. His followers are literally the new-zombies of the apocalypse. This ‘movement’ is a horror show of internationally criminal proportions.

And other countries are contemplating the same madness!

“Well, you see……we can’t seem to beat it. And it costs us too much to try. So, if you can’t beat it, you may as well join it. We’ll just factor more deaths into our economic statistics. No biggy. We lose millions every year but we still make money. Oooohh, gots to get us some more money!”

If 1000 people can start a worldwide epidemic in 60 to 90 days, exactly what kind of idiot would ignore the 2.5M active cases spread now-strategically all around the world? If 1000 people can do that kind of damage, what can 2.5M do?

I know, I know……‘we are close to a vaccine, we understand the disease so much better, we now have masks’ and other band-aid nonsense is more and more commonplace. That does NOT make it right. In fact, as my mother used to say, “50M people CAN be wrong!” And 50 million is just about the number of Deplorables. They are wrong.

Seriously. This virus is far from ‘done’ and any talk of re-opening anything is premature. Any moves actually undertaken will constitute negligence in the extreme and any leader (gag) who even hints of it, should be criminally prosecuted.

Two insults in one

I once thought about it seriously but I would not buy land in Mexico.  They have a different system down there and, generally speaking, gringos are vulnerable to every surprise scam you can think of.  Their ‘justice’ system doesn’t exist.  Corruption rules.  Mexican investments should be considered expendable.  The government does not even run the country anymore.  They cannot make Mexico even mediocre again.

And that used to be the entire mess of it.  Crooks, bad construction, charges and fees that never end and Napoleonic Law as your only back-up.  Yours would be a loss waiting to happen.  Throw in the cartels and growing daily corruption and Mexico has lost all it’s credibility for the ex-pats community and most of the potential for it’s citizens.  That’s why so many try to leave.

Costa Rica saw all that coming some time ago and promised better.  And they delivered.  Costa Rica is more and more popular and their economy, as viewed through their real estate market, was healthy last time I looked.  But healthy means RISING PRICES and the whole idea of being an ex-pat is finding a cheaper (and warmer) place to live.  Costa Rica started to get out of reach.

………and so Panama came on the radar.  And Panama delivered the promise, too.  Ex-pats in Panama were pleased.  Things are good there.  And, of course, good means RISING PRICES but it is still ‘reasonable’.  Panama is almost doable.  I think.  Maybe.

But you know me…..going further feels better.

It is fun to watch small economies change and morph and bring with that change all their different cultural and social influences.  But, sadly, once you let loose the pigs of capitalism, the greed of corruption, the so-called market forces (often driven by ex-pats themselves) the differences become less and less, and the new place starts to look like the old places.

But here is the point of the blog: it seems that the MOTHER of all things capitalistic is beginning to lose her international appeal, too.  We’ve all seen it.  First went the ideals.  Then went the basic ethics.  Then came the deep corruption.  The US is losing ground not only on Covid-19, but everywhere BECAUSE they are now too corrupt, inept and they have ‘lost their moral way’.  Politics, health, defense, banking, civilized discourse, justice, equality, purpose, morality…..all failing.

You can see it if you look.  You can see the rot.  And, for a Canuck, one of the first inklings that there is something rotten in the sun is the view from our snowbirds.  They are staying away in droves.  The Sunbelt was NOT full of snow-birders this winter and you can be sure they will stay away next winter as well.   But, it is not just in the nano-example of ‘the second home market’ we see rot, it is in so many things ‘Merican as well.  Hell, I don’t even look at American-made cars anymore.  And so much of made-in-America is not as good as the label once promised, much of that ‘made-in-USA’ is a lie, anyway.  They assemble Chinese-made parts and claim it is made in America.

Of course, if looking for clues and subtleties is not your thing, you only have to see who they voted in as their ‘leader’.  What kind of social cancer is it that produces tumours like Trump?

Put succinctly, ‘they really do have to make America great again’.  But I do not think the recipe-to-follow is the one they have been using for so long.  “Let’s rig everything, cheat everyone and appoint a celebrity, preferably rich, to make our decisions.”  That recipe just made things much worse.  ‘Mericans have to get that ugly, corrupt, capitalistic beast tamed before greatness can have a hope.  And tamed means ‘equality’, ethics, morality, order, rule-of-law and a drained swamp.  ‘Mericans really need to purge their system.  They are starting to look like Mexico.