My Canada
Sunday, July 2
My Vision of Canada is Like a Shortbread Cookie
Blackhawk helicopters, known as 'night hawks' for their ability to penetrate the darkness and attack at night, flew over the Alberta border carrying a payload of cannons loaded with laser guided hellfire anti-armour missiles, while from inside their cabiins peaked 7.62 mm or 50 calibre machine guns. Their purpose was to rip Albertan bodies to shreds in the name of security and God and on the darkened streets security forces pounded on the doors of Albertan residences, breaking doors down, lobbying grenades and wielding batons on the backs of hapless males aged fourteen and older. Neighbors were bribed to spy on neighbors, reminiscent of the "brown shirts" in Germany during WW11. Warehouse prisons fill up with an overflow of the subdued population.
"Sandra that is all so Orwellian," Catherine mutters and shakes her head as her hand reaches out for the last piece of shortbread in the cookie jar.
"It is not Orwellian," I frown, and wrap a lock of red hair around my finger, twisting it, while giving the empty cookie jar an evil look.
"Oooh! Did you want a shortbread cookie," Catherine simpered.
"I mean to say," and I bang the cupboard door to emphasize my point, all is quiet as I refill the cookie jar and pour some more coffee.
"It is Reality TV," my hand reaches out for a shortbread cookie. "Take this piece of shortbread, one minute it is reality in front of your eyes, you can grasp it, you can see it, you can taste it, you can savour it," and then I took the meat cleaver and flattened the golden shortbread cookie into a pile of crumbs.
"Wha! What did you do that for?" Catherines's blue eyes were big as saucers and her hand trembled.
I was still holding the meat cleaver over the vanquished shortbread cookie victim. In a voice rough as sandpaper, I said to her "it is gone," and tears rolled from my somber dark green eyes. I stared morosely at the pile of cookie crumbs before me.
"It is just a pile of flipping cookie crumbs. Have you lost your ever loving mind?" Catherine kocked over her coffee cup and Tim Horton remanants oozed into the crumbs.
"Don't you get it? This is what is happening to Canada and don't you dare say that it can't happen. Look what happened to Iraq."
"Yes! but Saddam."
"Saddam, my ass! Don't you see," and the tears continued to pour out of my eyes. I love Canada with all my heart, my mind and my soul, but we are on the verge of losing her to a rogue government, an imperialistic world empire."
Catherine got up and poured another round of coffee and came over and stood behind me., placing her hand on my shoulder. The grandfather clock strikes. "Bong! Bong! The Blackhawk helicopter approaches, a missile fires, and the house explodes.
"Do you think that i am dreaming and that his is a nightmare? It is a nightmare, yours, mine, our children, and our grandchildren. If it can happen in Iraq, it can happen in Canada."
News Bulletin. Predator planes and Blackhawk Helicopters will soon be flying over our borders. Date: Monday, February 13, 2006.
HELLFIRE MISSILE - The best bloopers are a click away ¶ 7/02/2006 07:25:00 p.m. 0 Comments
Blackhawk helicopters, known as 'night hawks' for their ability to penetrate the darkness and attack at night, flew over the Alberta border carrying a payload of cannons loaded with laser guided hellfire anti-armour missiles, while from inside their cabiins peaked 7.62 mm or 50 calibre machine guns. Their purpose was to rip Albertan bodies to shreds in the name of security and God and on the darkened streets security forces pounded on the doors of Albertan residences, breaking doors down, lobbying grenades and wielding batons on the backs of hapless males aged fourteen and older. Neighbors were bribed to spy on neighbors, reminiscent of the "brown shirts" in Germany during WW11. Warehouse prisons fill up with an overflow of the subdued population.
"Sandra that is all so Orwellian," Catherine mutters and shakes her head as her hand reaches out for the last piece of shortbread in the cookie jar.
"It is not Orwellian," I frown, and wrap a lock of red hair around my finger, twisting it, while giving the empty cookie jar an evil look.
"Oooh! Did you want a shortbread cookie," Catherine simpered.
"I mean to say," and I bang the cupboard door to emphasize my point, all is quiet as I refill the cookie jar and pour some more coffee.
"It is Reality TV," my hand reaches out for a shortbread cookie. "Take this piece of shortbread, one minute it is reality in front of your eyes, you can grasp it, you can see it, you can taste it, you can savour it," and then I took the meat cleaver and flattened the golden shortbread cookie into a pile of crumbs.
"Wha! What did you do that for?" Catherines's blue eyes were big as saucers and her hand trembled.
I was still holding the meat cleaver over the vanquished shortbread cookie victim. In a voice rough as sandpaper, I said to her "it is gone," and tears rolled from my somber dark green eyes. I stared morosely at the pile of cookie crumbs before me.
"It is just a pile of flipping cookie crumbs. Have you lost your ever loving mind?" Catherine kocked over her coffee cup and Tim Horton remanants oozed into the crumbs.
"Don't you get it? This is what is happening to Canada and don't you dare say that it can't happen. Look what happened to Iraq."
"Yes! but Saddam."
"Saddam, my ass! Don't you see," and the tears continued to pour out of my eyes. I love Canada with all my heart, my mind and my soul, but we are on the verge of losing her to a rogue government, an imperialistic world empire."
Catherine got up and poured another round of coffee and came over and stood behind me., placing her hand on my shoulder. The grandfather clock strikes. "Bong! Bong! The Blackhawk helicopter approaches, a missile fires, and the house explodes.
"Do you think that i am dreaming and that his is a nightmare? It is a nightmare, yours, mine, our children, and our grandchildren. If it can happen in Iraq, it can happen in Canada."
News Bulletin. Predator planes and Blackhawk Helicopters will soon be flying over our borders. Date: Monday, February 13, 2006.
HELLFIRE MISSILE - The best bloopers are a click away ¶ 7/02/2006 07:25:00 p.m. 0 Comments
