The Reality of Donald Trump

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Enter Politics

Story by Norm Richards

We are a humanistic country. The New Democratic Party leader of Canada Jack Layton has suffered medical problems. Treated for cancer and recovering he’s walking with a cane for support. He’s out there campaigning to become Canada’s next Prime Minister. Canadians care, it appears. Prime Minister or not, we love a fighter and underdog. Today, he’s running second in the poles. The world is struggling to be more democratic around us and couldn’t we lean left for awhile? We are already a socialist country. Being run by a conservative government doesn’t make us whole. Richer maybe, but could we be more whole?
Could we have stable retirement funding, improved health care, better day care for our children and jobs to support these needs? Why not? Can we treat our citizens even more equal than we are treated now? I wonder. Now, here’s the big question. Can we handle a government run by a socialist party and yet, supported by the Liberals and Choke..%!#& the Bloc Quebecois? In that mix I’d prefer to have a strong conservative opposition sitting across the floor ready to pounce and a media paying attention while this (proposed) socialist government sets about proving itself that it can run a country. It’s run provinces successfully. Can it stand on two feet and a cane in Ottawa? Maybe.        

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter Sunday

I was quite young, maybe seven. We didn't have much. I woke on Easter morning looking for joy in it. I knew hiding Easter eggs happened in friends homes and I wanted the same. I looked around to see if anything was different. Not a thing. I wondered still. Mom didn't look too happy. She had been crying. Dad was still in bed. The grief was cause dad had been drinking the night before. He was cranky. He didn't want her bothering him. Addiction played a part in my life growing up. I've always been afraid, as if it's evil. Mom grasped for a way to improve my mood. I needed consoling. She showed me how to look at the Sun in the early morning horizon through the teeth of a comb with thin paper over it. The Sun was jumping. I could see it. She told me that only on Easter morning this happened since God wanted everyone to be happy and smile for him. It was his way of wishing us well as a family. Later, dad rose from his stupor. He smiled at me. The world was right again.