Tasers, Cops and Drunks!

Now we all know how dangerous our streets are. Hell it has goto be bad out there!

Our cops are armed with guns, tanks jeeps and rigs of every size. Our jails are full of vicious criminals. It is not safe out there!

We have fortresses as police stations! Why only a year and a half ago the promoter of the Hip concert paid 30 grand  for one day to protect us from all those tourists coming to town to see the concert.

We have OPP, RCMP, SEC, health police, smoking police, Milk Police and even MNR Police and for those really bad days the Military to come in and police the snow plowing.

When those dangerous drunks get out of  hand by god we move in with two or three big guys with  a taser to shut em down.

Canadians are a dangerous bunch! We spend 9.2 billion each year to keep everyone one in line without adding  in Helath police, MNR, Smoke Police, bylaw enforcement, CCIS, RCMP, Customs, emigration, and or Revenuers.

Our Crime rate has dropped over the last ten years by 25%, but our costs just for policing is up by 27%! What is wrong with this picture???

In Ontario alone there is over 25,000 police officers, never mind other agencies there to protect us. No wonder Tim Horton is expanding.

Last year we lost nationally $11,000,000 in robberies we spent 9.2 Billion  investigating. There were 42,000,000 lost in bicycle thefts. Ever try to report a bicycle stolen? But call a cop cause your neighbor is shooting rabbits or coties and you have a swat team come out.

Cops are driving new cars every three years and top of the line cars, they have guns, social workers. SUV’s motor cycles and list goes on and on. We have the bill!

Here in the United Socialist Republic of Ontario the price of freedom has become the dilution of freedom itself. We got to give our heads a shake!

The tail is wagging the dog!



I’m BaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaK Part 4

You never really know what you have until it’s gone!

The simple things in life, that we all take for granted are more valuable than any amount of gold!

Imagine if you will, someone placing a cup of coffee in front of you and you not knowing what it is or what to do with it!  Think in terms of not knowing what to do with a telephone or how to put on a pair of socks.

Imagine if you can, that you think you know what the cup of coffee is but you aren’t sure so you wait and watch to see what people arround you are doing with it and you mimic them and burn your mouth.

To walk across the room to get to the bathroom takes every ounce of energy you have and when you get there you can’t remember why you came or how to get those fancy hospital gowns undone in time. Tis a humbling experience.

As I emerged from spurts of deep sleep I was having a hard time distinguishing dreams from reality. Who was who in the zoo. I had no idea. Hearing a phone ring and not understanding what to do with the phone.

The nurses waking you up to ask you question “Where are you?, What day is it?, What year is it? How many fingers do I have up? was about enough to make you crazy if you weren’t already.

I guess I should be thankful that I was even able to have the questions asked of me but it was quite unnerving.

It was interesting that I felt free as I didn’t have anything on my mind. No bankers, no lawyers no thieves. All I had to do was think about life and learn things I already knew.

I did have the honor to meet people who were far worse off than me. Folks that were there getting treatment for cancers in all form. I made it a point on my little walks to try to make them smile even just for a moment. It was heart wrenching to see some of these folks getting bad news about themselves and their loved ones.

I met a woman, about 50 years old who had been on a holiday to Asia when she fell ill. A lovely woman effected by the same symptoms as I. Her prognosis was she was being sent home to die as there was nothing they could do for her. Watching her and her family cry as they left the ward made me feel guilty that I was going home.

I met people who had been receiving treatment for many months and some for years with one ailment or another.It was a very disturbing experience. I did on the other hand, witness the tears of joy of some that got good news such as myself. What a myriad of conflict in emotions.

As I wandered the halls and witnessed the dedication of the people who ran the place I gained a new respect for the medical staff and their supporting workers. To work and live in  that institution of misery every day must take its toll. By the same token the reward they must get when someone with no hope gets a new lease on live must be really something.

I came away from that place with a new sense of the value of life, of the possibilities that could be. I pledged to myself that I would try to do something in my life that would help other people. I pray now every day for the opportunity to help those that helped me.

There are good people here in the Bruce. People that I hardly knew that offered their help and good wishes. It was very uplifting to have folks you don’t really know call and extend good wishes. People that dropped a card in the mail or phoned to extend their concern. I was overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude I had never experienced before.

I thank you all for you support and ask that you take an hour a month just to drop by the hospital and say hi to the people and patients it will be well received.