The irony is stupefying.Our Liberal champion, Justin Trudeau getting caught with his pants down (or should I say with his blackface on).Conservatives nationally are relishing the scorn like it’s the first documented reckoning of a lofty libtard caught up in his own self righteous bullshit - perfect.Narcissus personified and forced to look at his own true reflection, and it's a dark one.Finally! Retribution for the man with the plan … the boy wonder who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.Serves him right, right?
I'm a Canadian, and I am hurting ...
The shame is especially taunting because contemporary Liberalism has defined today’s code of conduct around race and gender equality (yes, and thus the irony).What’s ok to say (even think) and what is frowned upon, even cast out has been 'normalized' and made painfully clear by the left over the past 20 years.We humans have healed from our divisions, only to return to us ten-fold, two decades later like a pissed pit bull and biting us hard on the leg. How convenient, this blackface thing - perfect.Times have changed.I don’t even know what to call people of color anymore because we’re not even supposed to see that in a person.They’re people just like we are, so distinguishing features have become almost invisible, irrelevant/nondescript. I love Canada. That said; the all encompassing payback prevails. Almost predictable, the cycles in history. Here we go again. This, is an easy target. It's a simple argument and quite reasonable actually ... if you’re going to make the rules … you have to live by them yes? … 20 years ago you say? Laughable ...you lose!
That my friends, is what makes this
the perfect storm
And so, clocks back to 2001.To Vancouver’s West Point Grey Academy, a private school where Justin Trudeau once taught; son of a Liberal Prime Minister, yada yada.A tad flamboyant; some people wondering if he was (ahem) gay.What was obvious is that he was more feminine than most 30 year old men (which made him a bit of an odd-ball but no need for discussion). There was some speculation that he actually 'inhaled' (and may even still) but it's never been proven. Ok, beyond those measly details; what could possibly go wrong? It’s an Arabian Nights themed costume party and Justin goes as Aladdin.At the time? Harmless. The event was a celebration. His costume rivalled all in attendance but that’s Justin, wanting/needing to make that big splash.It’s what was in his very nature that propelled him to become the country’s 23rd Prime Minister; that exuberance and fearless confidence.Little did he know, that he would be condemned because of it, 18 years later (conveniently 4 weeks before the election) for being a hypocritical racist ... and a liar! Slam dunk - over and OUT!
Ok, maybe someone should have just told him at the party, that what he was doing was unacceptable, wrong … even embarrassing but no.Many of those in attendance were middle eastern or south Asian - students, parents, teachers and staff.Why didn’t they warn him?Why wasn’t he reprimanded in that moment?Why didn’t the school speak up and have him removed?Why wasn’t he fired, right then and right there?It was Vancouver West even; a pillar of Liberal ideology manifest in a Canadian urban epicentre.Was it a cover-up?Conspiracy?Was it because he was Pierre Trudeau’s son??Answer:all of the above. The square peg fits into the square hole and the round peg fits into the round hole
Why did he agree to be photographed if his intent was racist? The fact that he has done more to help immigrants/refugees live more fulfilling lives since; having embraced multiculturalism more than any other Prime Minister in Canadian history is also ironic.I’m thinking it says something about the man that no one wants to look at right now because all they see? is blackface.Doesn’t matter. The divisions are black. We have never been at such odds. I wonder why?
When I was 9, I dressed up as an Indian - oops apologies, I mean native Canadian (war paint, feathered head dress, tomahawk - the whole bit).It was a costume.Justin Trudeau is as racist as I am Ojibwa.
it was a dream I had 3 nights ago giant drones flying over a forest fire only they were just fanning the flames taking pictures like photo-ops for those flying them below at a safe distance waking at 3am ... wow - pitch black youtube search - "drone, forest fire HD" finding this stuff - sleeping a few more hours drifting thinking music - need music - next morning thinking jazz, LA circa 1980-82 almost tribal - spooky machinery with a female voice preferably right - warsaw - what's this? some vintage metheny and a quiet session with polish vocalist anna maria jopek (that went totally under the radar) I added some flute samples and some simple EQ/automation a little nip & tuck it's the sound of angels hovering over trippy rhythms blended w/the chaos watch again
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH the story behind 'the funeral' no one knew ... what was in the will except his lawyer he's worth billions, a basket case - pill popper widow (write-off) 2 smart sons/bros (on the make) who have never worked a day one (estranged) evil uncle (hot mistress) and well ... Jacob the oldest brother - not the sharpest knife in the drawer and thus the VW ... that he washes every day long story/doesn't matter anticipating his tidy sum right
could go any number of ways depending on who does what to whom in this undisclosed interim
this is the moment when we must come together to save this planet let us resolve that we will not leave our children a world where the oceans rise and famine spreads and terrible storms devastate our lands barack obama
H U N G E R G A M E S
optimized for night vision think of it as a painting, that moves and sounds cool - turned up after dark
the story behind 'hunger games' thanks for getting this far this one is 2 years old I found it trolling the bottom of my youtube channel I don't think I ever posted it no record of it in my blog that goes back ages I listened to it and thought "wow - it's not bad" resurrecting it and now officially here .