365

A year ago - It seems so long
All the wins and what went wrong
Closer to the final bell
Further from such grace I fell
Careful to avoid the hole
Closer to the winning goal
Slowly seeing thru the haze
Priceless everlasting days
So many ways still the same
Never better at the game

Something I don't wish to play
As I see another day
Arrive and leave
A last breath to heave
To love, and be loved complete
Before Hades heat
Or Heaven's breeze
Reverent upon my knees
Have me humbled
For I have stumbled
But I will be redeemed
I will be redeemed

Look at Those Puppies

I finally got it today.  Well - not IT - that would be a better story - but this one's pretty good. You see - I finally understood - to a degree - what it was like to have boobs - to be a woman with two big ol boobs right up there. And it all had to do with walking the dog.

It was - and still is - a beautiful early spring day.   My fella, Deeogee, has put on a good chunk of weight since losing his prized possessions just before Christmas.  While the rest of us were decking the halls, he was sans balls, and with it the monumental sex drive that translated into a very high metabolism.People were out in good stead, and living as I do, so close to a 22 acre park, there was a lot of foot traffic, and dog walking going on.  Well, for some reason I was thinking in the abstract.  It started to dawn on me that people looked at dogs the exact same way they look at boobs.  First, there is the "family" or those close enough to be like the kids who were nourished by them and daddy who plays with them. These people can get right up to the dog. often slobbering over eachother - and carry on quite unconcerned about appearences.

Then there were the "club" these would be the other women with boobs or the other people with dogs - flashing the insider smirk at eachother. Yours are/is nice. Mine is/are nicer. Not bad for the breed, etc, etc... If you are an owner of a dog - or a pair of knockers, you know there is great power - and great responsibility to be considered and respected with regard to ta ta stewardship. Some of us like the low maintenence, cute looks and high energy of the small breeds.  Others are loyal only to the fearsome and ponderous giants.  I myself - love them all.  A nice medium sized dog is great - but what's not to like about seeing a group of them together, nose to nose at the park or beach, playing freely without concern for us..

And last.....and least, there are the non dog owners - or in Brestworld - men.  Men just look at boobs.  No, actually - they stare at boobs.  People who don't have dogs also stare.  a lot.  They either have the "I should get a dog"  or "I hate fucking dogs" look - but like tit loving men, they stare.  I suddenly felt like one of the girls.  Here I was being seen as merely the facilitator of a seperate entity - a life force of it's own, just like a beauty set of love jugs - and you know - I was ok with that.

Here we go again

Well, a federal election is once again upon us.  At one time, a federal election was a big deal - the equivelant of the olympics for the political set.  I can distinctly remember the elections from my very earliest memory up to my first election because there was only one Prime Minister.  Yup - Pierre Elliot Trudeau was the guy for the time - a rare being - in possession of so many nuanced skills essential to form a government through all that time.   Over the subsequent years we have had our share of leaders, some better than others, some under aprreciated - perhaps misunderstood.

A poll released yesterday by Leger shows that 24 % of Canadians have no opinion about who would make the best PM of this country.  Stephen Harper was a bit more than ten points above that mark, well ahead of the others - but looking past that ghost with 1/4 support would be a mistake for any party - most of all his.

People want sizzle.  They want charisma. They want brutal honesty, but not so brutal that it might cause any ill feelings whatsoever.  They want intelligence - but not at the expense of height.  God, a short PM would suck. 

Basically, people want the impossible, or are at least too unrealistic.  We are also - for the most part unintrested, misinformed or dishonest about our political system.  It is bad enough that 40% of us don't even vote - but those who do have very different criteria from each other as to what is important and why - or lacking that - where to put the pencil mark. 

As time goes on, more and more of the population will opt out of the political process.  A percentage of the large youth demographic and  new Canadians will continue to feel disconnected and unrepresented in the whole thing. Without change,  folks will drop out of the political process - and dropping out has never led to success in politics - or life.

It remains to be seen if there will be a change in the way we do political business in this country, and make people want to learn and participate in the political process. I hope we do - because if we keep going the way we are - we won't have the chance to choose much of anything.