“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”. (Bob Dylan, “Shelter From The Storm.”)
On Wednesday, the world was horrified to see images of a lifeless 3 year old boy, AylanKurdi, drowned and washed up on the sand on a Tunisian beach. It was a day that changed us. We could no longer look away from the suffering of millions caught in a whirlwind of horror brought about by climate change, political unrest, and unrelenting war.
So, apparently we’re on the verge of another mass extinction – the last one killed off the dinosaurs. We’ve exploited the planet through hunting, fishing, and degrading wild habitats, and the planet is fighting back. Couldn’t happen to a nicer species, judging by our behaviour of late. I thought the advent of ‘promposals’ would have pushed us over the edge.
If I made (or kept) New Year resolutions, I might have resolved to pay more attention to Canadian issues, and less to America’s or the rest of the world.
WARNING: This blog contains political ranting…and sexual panting. I expect many will be offended by the sex part…but not by the politics.
By the time you read this the Stukas should be flying over Disneyland dropping bombs on Damascus’ strategic military targets in response to the 1300+ chemically assassinated civilians two weeks ago. Obama wants to spank Syrian president Assad for the killings despite having unanimous universal 
rejection of the plan from every nation on the planet except our own asshole Prime Minister -Harpo, The Marxist Brother.
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