WWW; Wicked Witch Wynne

Whether you are centrist, left, right or a leaner and you perceive arrogance, do you say to yourself, “Fucking Stupid”? Stupid is the root with subsections like, “Arrogant”, “Presumptuous”, “Bigoted” and “Racist” to name just a few of those subsections.

When I came up this morning, after getting my coffee first of course, I start doing my usual things just like everyone else whether they are centrist, left, right or a leaner. One of the first things I go to is my radio station of choice.

I heard an item on the news this morning that says to me Ontario Premiere Kathleen, “Wicked Witch Wynne” got the latest poll news yesterday ahead of most of us. This now explains an event that took place yesterday.

No the station didn’t refer to Wynne as Witch Wicked, I did.

I thought one of the coffee elves was having a bad day and was making a statement. No, not the case at all.

I’m thinking the “Wicked Witch Wynne” had an entitlement fit and huffed and puffed and tried to destroy the marker of an entitlement all Canadians are, well, entitled to. We are just not getting what we deserve from those elected.

I’ve used this heritage plaque before and I’ll continue to use this as an illustration and demand to those who’ve been elected. Regardless of Party, a demand that any and all must meet.

Earlier yesterday, (March 30) Ontario Premiere Kathleen WICKED WITCH Wynne learned of the further fall in standing among voters. Wynne is standing with a personal approval rating of 9% and the Ontario Liberal Party an approval rating of 19%.

It is projected that after the election the Ontario Liberals may not garner enough seats to retain official party status. You can read the story with the link provided.

The Stupid that is Kathleen Wynne and the Ontario Liberal Party, they earned their standing. The party deserves the decimation that the numbers indicate because they earned it. Not that far back a beating was laid on the Federal Progressive Conservative’s. The arrogance to believe it couldn’t happen again is part of the stupid list that is the Ontario Liberal Party.

You are correct in the Federal Liberals not being far off the mark of their Ontario counterparts. Trailing in the polls to a Leaderless Party.

Kathleen Wynne and the party have had opportunities to do something to show the electorate they took what the people were saying seriously. Kathleen Wynne could have resigned and didn’t. The sitting Liberal members could have removed Wynne and didn’t.

Ontario’s next general election is scheduled to be held on or before June 7, 2018. When the voters swing, they aint gonna miss.

G.R. Hambley ©
March 31, 2017

Official Status
http://www.torontosun.com/2017/03/31/liberals-would-lose-official-party-status-if-election-held-today-poll

Memory’s Rusty Springs

I was reading through my news feeds this morning when a story came up in my scroll about Globe and Mail columnist Jeffrey Simpson retiring.

I was reading through the comments and one individual stated about Mr. Simpson, “Best columnist the Globe ever had.”.

I responded to the comment that yes Simpson has some good stuff but I was more partial to “Richard Needham”. On the wiki for Richard Needham you’ll find this line, “Despite his cranky print persona, he was a kindly man who enjoyed the company of teenage misfits with intellectual pretensions.“.

I said this as well in my comment, “Some even a year or two shy of their teens. I don’t recall being pretentious but I did have a bit of a full of myself streak preteen.“

I can tell you first person personal that Richard Needham was indeed all those things. I can tell you I got to go a few places with Richard. He believed youth should have experiences and adventures rent free. That would be rent free as in free of their parents. When you’re the age I was, you just appreciated being free and didn’t see the genius.

Now at my semi advanced age, I very much see the wisdom of Richard’s view and views. Just like the plants need the sunshine and water to grow, youngsters need adventures to encourage their growth.

I recall being in Kitchener for a book signing and winding up with the worst haircut of my life! That one in Kitchener is still the worst ever and this includes a haircut from a few years ago where I got left looking like a muffin head! I really could of done without those two misadventures!

There were chaperones. I recall two very sweet university girls while being on adventure in Montreal. The girls on the trip bunked with the Chaperones while the 6 boys had their own big room.

You know how this is gonna go right?

I learned a couple things in Montreal I forgot I’d learned and no I’m not telling you what they were. I recall meeting Richard the next morning at the Radio Station where an interview with him and his entourage was taking place. I do recall Richard looking at the boys who’d been out the night before, smiling and shaking his head because it was him they called. Relax, it only involved Montreal’s Subway Security and not police.

In my search I found some quotes by Richard. One of them is in the moment poignant with a Canada Post strike looming on the horizon, “The ghastly thing about postal strikes is that after they are over, the service returns to normal.“.

Richard wrote some books, wrote some columns, did some speaking, all on how he saw things. A real decent guy too. You gotta like and admire all that!

As I head off in to the sunshine to do a little observing of my own that may or my not get written, I wonder what Richard would think of me now.

G.R. Hambley – July 03, 2016
All rights reserved

Et Tu Trump

A friend posted up an image of a sculpture they loved. I  looked at and went, “nice art”.

I looked at the face of the sculpture closer. I bounced what I saw and asked if it was just me seeing it. Friend said no they saw the same resemblance I did.

I did go looking to see if I could find who did the sculpture without success. Hey if you looking at this know the sculptor let me know so I can give the credit.

What I saw in the face of the sculpture gave me a, “Holy expletive deleted” moment.

I do and have been following what our good friends south of the 49th parallel have happening with the upcoming Presidential Election.

The face in the sculpture, it struck me, akin to Nero only it isn’t Nero and is Donald Trump.

I saw Dr. Ben Carson endorsed Trump and then regretted it.

Y’all can decide for yourselves on the likeness and the relevance for America in 2016.

Trump fiddling as America burns.

Et Tu Carson, Et Tu?

G.R. Hambley March 17, 2016

Persona, mine

For those of you that have picked me up here from my transitionu blog you know how I conduct myself.

There is a side of me that is best served by separating church and state so to speak. This side is that separation.

I’m freer to say things differently here. Display in a way here that I wouldn’t there. I should have displayed this image on the “About Me” page here on this blog and that has been rectified.

I’ve had the Cool Teddy Bear persona for a long time. It aint ever going away. I’ve been a smart ass for a long time too. That aint ever going away either. Those who know me know that my smart ass comments are not just me taking shots for the sake of taking shots to bug people. The shot comes from something that has struck a chord in me. I do have a comment for everything. Sometimes that comment is, “Thank You”.

I am bear and teddy bear with a little human in me too

tickle the teddy for a larger view

FYI, this image is my art, my work, mine.

Juice? I think not!

Coffee spot has “Sparkling Tea Juice” on their menu.

Now

Orange Juice is juice from oranges.
Apple Juice is juice from apples.
Grapefruit Juice is juice from grapefruits.

Therefore

Tea Juice should be juice from teas.

This is not the case,

Coffee Spot needs to stop doing stupid shit.

G.R. Hambley
September 20, 2015

SPASM #6 – No Bacon!

What kind of freakazoid takes the only thing on the menu with bacon off that menu and doesn’t replace it with something else with bacon? This is just wrong!

Coffee spots I go to are part of a chain. There was a sandwich on the menu that had turkey with 3 strips of peppered bacon and it was my favourite. The sandwich had tomato and cheese too. All of this on a Ciabatta style bun. Damn good sandwich it WAS! I would eat a couple of those sandwiches a week and on the odd occasion, three in a week.

The Turkey with Peppered Bacon seemed to be the most popular sandwich as well. I’d reached the point where if I knew I was going to be at the coffee spot for a while, I’d snag one of those delights and have one of the elves bag it and tag it with my name for later.

Everyone and I mean everyone knows that Bacon is one of the 4 food groups. For those of you that don’t know, the 4 food groups are “Bacon”, “K.D.”, “Chocolate” and “MORE BACON”.

Those 6 to 9 strips of bacon every week were my weekly ration. Now I have to find another place to get my bacon fix. I am so not pleased!

They still have Turkey on the menu. Turkey & Pesto for a warm sandwich. Turkey & Havarti as the cold sandwich. Elf offered to warm up the Turkey & Havarti for me but the bread looked like store bought brownish bread and I wasn’t chancing it.

Fortunately we got the St. Lawrence Market pretty much next door to one coffee spot so on Saturday I’m pretty sure I know where I’ll be getting a sandwich with bacon.

There is one more thing before I close this off. I’m reasonably certain the same freakazoid that killed my favourite sandwich is responsible for the removal of the “White Chocolate Macadamia Cookie” from the menu at the same time.

I don’t know who had to sign off on these changes but when I find out, I’m borrowing my friend’s crystal that turns people in to pickles and that person is gonna be topping for my Cheese Burger in Paradise!

G.R. Hambley, September 12, 2015
All rights reserved

 

SPASM #5 – Marketing Oops

Out poking around on FB and I see the advert you see. Some dumb ass spins an old adage, proverb that so very many of us learn at a very young age.

This falls in to the category of “that’s just wrong!”.

This is the kind of thing that requires serious questioning of the marketing genius behind the plan.

The quote is by Benjamin Franklin and gets spun for who the hell knows what reason. I’m not even going to speculate on the reasoning because it would only cause me a brain cramp. Maybe whom ever made the decision to go with this advert had a brain fart and I’ll leave it at that.

For those that do not know, the Franklin quote is;

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure

Simple Stuff

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Age.”

You asked…

If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?

Easy! An Adult. Why? SEX!

The Killing Kind

(SPASM special)

Here the poetry follows what I got to say about the atrocity that was the killing of Cecil Lion.

I’m thinking about you Cecil. I’m sure there are others that are thinking about you too. Those others and me, we are all wondering. We wonder how what was done to you Cecil at the pleasure of Walter Palmer can be prevented from happening to any creature for pleasure.

I’m thinking and wondering about what kind of disconnect someone has to have to not only kill you Cecil, but to kill for pleasure. Then there are the ones who’ll take the money so those with that killing disconnect can indulge their pleasure.

It is difficult for me to decide if this piece belongs on transitionu or SPASM. There isn’t anything to speak of in the smart ass category but there is much in the way of personal opinion and anger. I admit to bringing my personal opinions to both Blogs but they are faceted differently.

I care to look at this disgrace with my whole self. My whole self has both Blogs. My whole self sees and reacts in different ways.

We know this instance is high profile because Cecil Lion was lured out from a preserve. We know of this pleasure killing because of the prominence of Cecil Lion. We know this killing was flat out just wrong!

You read some of Minnesota Dentist Walter Palmer’s rhetoric. I believe it is only spouted to cover his dumb ass. Consider what he says with the actuality. It doesn’t take much consideration to come to the conclusion that this individual went to Zimbabwe for the sole purpose of pleasure killing.

He calls himself a Sportsman, a Big Game Hunter. Where the hell was the sport Walter? Tell me Walter, how did the game you got that you needed for your table taste? It’s this way Palmer, all of us who deplore what you did want the answers to those questions. We know the truth. Had you told the truth there would at least be respect for telling the truth.

Yes Walter the world knows you made apology. I and others very much doubt that the apology you made was contrived and nothing more than an attempt to cover your ass. The only way to have covered your dumb ass was by not killing. You’ve proven you’re too stupid to have not shown off your kill.

Tell me Walter did you know Lions are a threatened species? If you knew then you obviously didn’t give a damn or you wouldn’t of gone to kill one for your pleasure.

So you know Wally, this one isn’t going away and if you care to you’ll be able to see for yourself in the link to what Grace Mugabe said.

Walter Palmer, what I say here you might want to take to your sick heart, for you, there is no redemption.

I went looking and reading as I was doing this piece. Bounced what I found off a good friend in South Africa. My friend made a one word comment after reading what I sent on Grace Mugabe and that word was, “crazy”. That same friend went back to my photograph with poetry and said, “she’s missing him too”.

Don’t blame Cecil the lion’s killer, says Zimbabwe’s First Lady Grace Mugabe

For you Grace Mugabe it’s this way. Were pleasure killers like Walter Palmer not looking to kill for their self gratification then there wouldn’t be greedy sleazy pimps taking the money to lead those pleasure seekers to a kill. No surprise you want to keep that foreign money rolling in.

There is no race issue here. The killing of Cecil in Zimbabwe is not a whole lot different than trafficking children for sex. The commonality is sick people with a major disconnect willing to pay large money to satisfy their pleasures.

The poetry for “Once Upon A Sky” is written the way it is with the specific intent of setting up the stick it in, twist it and then break it off. Making a killer statement, I can get behind, beside and in front of that kind of killing. The needless, senseless and unnecessary taking of life I simply cannot fathom or condone.

There are a great number of good people missing you Cecil and lamenting your loss just like the lioness in the sky is missing you and lamenting your passing. There are those who will not let this one just fade away. There are those who will speak out against the killing and do what they can to make it so that killing for pleasure stops. I am one of those people.

Oh and Cecil just so you know, the killing of you made us that wonder more aware of the ones we don’t know about and more determined to have it stop!

G.R. Hambley – August 30, 2015
All rights reserved

Once Upon A Sky

Once Upon A Sky

Awakening gently from a late summer’s after picnic nap
Consciousness comes creeping, deliberately, deliciously, alive
Limbs sun warmed, face burnished bronze, sleep rubbed away
Overhead a world unto itself drifts, white with powder blue
Under meringue peaks, lake glimmers, sparkles, winks knowingly
Day to tuck safely away in mind for a chill fireplace night

Shapes form, they come to this, they go to that, dance for my delight
There was that, now there’s this, something new wafting in to view
Roses on rhinos, sombreros on seahorses, bells adorn beasties
Angels with whip cream smiles, halos hung on unicorn horns
Time has come to pick me up, say goodbye to this super natural sight
Azure waters whisper of one more, turn and see, a lonely lioness laments

G.R. Hambley ©
August 28, 2015

SPASM #4 – Plan Ahead

Y’all think I’m kidding. I’m not. Maybe.