Roxanne Tellier – Reeling in the Years

“You wouldn’t know a diamond if you held it in your hand.” Truer words never spake, Messrs Becker and Fagen. Ah, the things Americans have thrown away in fits of pique.

The domestic terrorists that sacked the Capitol on January 6^th  did a gross disservice to themselves, and every other American citizen or visitor to America, that will have impact for the next many decades. If they thought wearing a mask, or being ‘cancelled’ for their QAnon views impinged upon their ‘freedumbs’ before, they’re about to find out the very hard way how much more they lost with that day’s sedition.

Peter Shares a Poem, Some Music, and a Book

I have been thinking about the subject of my column this week. At first, I was going to enthrall you with tales of derring do when I played goal for our street hockey team, but you dodged that bullet this week. Then I was going to write a column on why I have the right to express dissent about the clown in Washington, D.C., despite the fact that I live in Canada. However, I realized that that would be too negative, and that we are dealing with so much negativity right now that it would really be too depressing.

Peter’s Politics

More years ago than I care to talk about, I was the president of a small plastic modelling club. We met on a regular basis and had a few displays throughout the year. My personal motto during that time was “A leader leads.”

For much of the 20th and 21st Centuries, the president of the United States has been the “de facto” leader of the Free World, a consensus builder, a calming influence. Previous American administrations have enacted legislation beneficial to great numbers of people. Some examples?

Roxanne Tellier – The View From a (Canadian) Broad

Every morning, around four a.m., there’s something that wakes me up. I don’t know if it’s a noise from the street, a neighbour heading to work, or a very punctual raccoon with OCD, but nearly every day, there’s a sound that rouses me from my dreams and leaves me washed up on the shore of my thoughts.

The reveries that preoccupy me in the hours between four a.m. and an almost normal six o’clock rise are the ones that might flit through your mind during the day, but that are not chewed over like they might be at say .. quarter to five in the morning.

Thoughts like, could Melania actually be Trump’s Russian handler? Is this weird red mole-y thing cancerous? And, why is it that so many males, from boy to man, love running around pantless?

Roxanne Tellier – Thoughts for a Winter’s Day

 

It’s Sunday. Column day. And I’ve got …nothing.

It’s not that I’m ‘blocked.’ No, I can think of a million things to say, and even good ways to say them.