We are killing the world. Killing it. The human, the supposed brightest and most intelligent species on Earth is killing the only planet we have. The only one which can sustain us. Forget about Mars or the myriad of planets scientists are telling us might be alternate worlds for us. There is not enough time to find them and, if you ask me, it wouldn’t do any good anyway. We would kill them too. It is our way— our lot in life. As much as we want to be compassionate and good, we can’t. We cannot shake the urge to kill, usually in the name of progress.
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Frank Gutch Jr: The World Is Dying and Yet It Lives, Especially in Canada – The Land of Mowat, Music, and Literature
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Alialujah Choir, Amy van Keeken, Blair Packham, Bob Segarini, Canada, Common Deer, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Farley Mowat, Frank Gutch Jr., Fred Bodsworth, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Mark Smith, Mordecai Richler, Mr. Know It All, music, Mysticeti, people of the deer, Peter Holsapple, Ralph Connor, Records, Ringuet, Robert J.C. Stead, Sweet Home Oregon, The Awesome Hots, The Barr Brothers, The Pick Brothers, The Secretaries, W.P. Kinsella on January 9, 2018 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: Travels With Farley: Canada’s Legacy in Words— Plus Notes
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags Books, Canadian Authors, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elouise, Farley Mowat, Fleurie, Frank Gutch Jr., Fred Bodsworth, Indie Artists, Indie Music, Mordecai Richler, New Canadian Library, Ralph Connor, Ringuet, segarini, Spokanarchy, Sweet Home Oregon, W.P. Kinsella on April 26, 2016 by segariniI have this very large book sitting on my shelf titled Canada: A Modern History. At the time I purchased it, I was beginning a journey into Canadian literature thanks to a bookstore in Seattle known as Magus, a large store in the University District of Seattle containing books of all sizes and flavors, mostly paperbacks. I had stumbled upon this book quite by chance at the first Friends of the Library sale I attended upon arriving in Seattle and, having this unquenched thirst for what I now know as America’s Hat, purchased it on a whim.