the trees can be all encompassing
sometimes the Porteau Cove stellar sea lions…are off on a jaunt
the whistler train wreck and grafifiti exhibit!
…and the Cheakamus River races…
apparently we are required to pose?
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The easiest way for a conservative to get elected, is to run as a liberal.
And it’s clear that while we have known him to be a neoliberal economist, he is also a neoconservative imperialist.
The two-state rhetoric in occupied Palestine has never been so weak as right now.
NeoCons, like George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, and Carney, are all about 21c global imperialism.
Neoliberals are big fans of some or all of the 10 elements of the Washington Consensus, including small government, and lower/no taxes for the rich.
Many NeoCons are NOT neoliberals because like most right wing presidents and PMs in the last few generations, they love ballooning the debt by huge spending AS increases in the military, and public spending on shit like Big Carbon.
Neoliberals also blow up the debt too, then gaslight us all by saying they don’t, but centrist/left governments do…when the data literally says the opposite; and the centrists, leftists and media NEVER call out those lies with obvious, simple charts showing the right wing parties blow up the debts.
Now, carney is an uber neoliberal, with a PhD in neoliberal economics, and he’s fighting off the USA and the newest framing of its fascism, pushing for closer trade and military security with the EU…allllll while Bills C2 and C5 get rammed through, so the c/a/n/a/d/a project gets to fuck over consent/consultation with Indigenous people, and fuck up provincial regulatory power that keeps someone from some province with really shitty training in their healthcare field, gets to work in YOUR province, where training and safety and training standards are much higher [that’s is what they mean by getting rid of internal trade barriers: a race to the bottom].
And the genocide.
And 2state fuckery.
And more genocide.
And more spending on funding and arming the zionist genocidal state of israel.
So, watch Gilmore’s clip above and just sink into the fuckery that we get with the carney.
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let’s go to the Okanagan!
one the way, the Hope Arts Council
get closer?
now we need bannock, don’t panic Kekuki has bannock!
the chocolate cherry version is history, but we do get these, cinnamon raisin and omg apple:
and a 10lb box of the first cherries, from Osoyoos
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one of my roommates is pretty quiet
dude flew up to me outside the sliding door, then went for the juice
didn’t have time to turn off the water filling a pot in the sink, in case he left, so that’s where the ambient waterfall sound comes from, yet not so glam
…yes, of course you want 2 more…
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Iona Isthmus, unceded occupied Musqueam lands
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It’s Friday, Jr.
The BC government budget is Tuesday, also it’s mairikkkan fascist Big Hands’ tariff day.
If you are a bit of a policy wonk, or just care about a better world, it will be tricky times starting Tuesday.
Luckily, many brilliant think tank-y people have been crafting a better world for decades.
Among dozens of ways to improve society, especially during tricky times, here are 10.
I literally guarantee you’ll love them.
Likely 2-3 will be new to you, and 1-3 will really warm up your bone marrow. Share them with your people!
Be open to your people, hold the space for them, and make sure you know who’s holding you! -
(sorry for all the C’s)
🤯☺️😁🎥
2025 has been gruelling, please watch this!
canadian coworkers. by curtis cook.
this is important content, especially in these days.
#cdnpoli #antifa #mexico #fascism
also happy “Hawaiians murdered James Cook” day, for those who celebrate!
#feb14 #valentinesday
yeah, this guy: 👏🏻 -
I know about the ghosts and the hauntings.
I know about the generations of strain.
I know about things that people don’t talk about. In English or German or French.
I know what people want to talk about, but they just can’t. It isn’t always shame, sometimes it’s fear. Nobody really knows what the ghosts are capable of.
The heart of the woods is momentous. We should never forget them; constantly, we do though. And that’s our fault. But we’ll get over it. We always do.
Now we’re a quarter of the way through 21c. I don’t have a fucking clue what the next quarter will look like. I have a variety of competing scenarios. Most of them involve way too much chopping down of trees in the greater Ardennes Forest.
I once knew Claire, she was of the Ardennes. And everyone knew it. But they weren’t afraid to speak about it. Because she was larger than her life. And also smaller than the decay from the entropy of centuries of battleground.
After her second marriage, 17 years after the second war, war so much war, she took the money and moved to Western Canada and bought a hotel. The Claire Ardennes.
It was in colonial Victoria, in colonial British Columbia, the seat of English and British supremacy on the Western continent. She lived in irony, but the English weren’t well versed in irony. But their staff were, while the travelers themselves missed it all. Which was fine.
The staff of the Claire Ardennes spent a long time with the staff of the guests on their way through to the Indian colonies. The guests who also had homes in Macau. But we don’t speak of them.
{Musical Interlude: please watch this short song}
Claire, of the Ardennes, is part of the heart of the woods. Stretching from trees grown in blood and intestine, to the Civilized Colonial Bastions of Riches, among the Arbutus trees of southern Vancouver Island, a place with empty Indigenous land acknowledgements and people looking for the best bumbleberry pie.
“Call some place paradise, kiss it goodbye.”
…But first we cling to it, desperately, as it burns like
Paradise
Fort McMurray
Lytton
Lahaina
Jasper
Palisades and Malibu
But all woods are Ponderosa Pines. Requiring the heat of the fire to conceive new life and restoration, and the end to the empty, gaslighting land acknowledgements…
…all for a chance to rename a place, less genocidal, more symbiotic, with the heart, of the woods.
P.S.
I sat with Claire at Pagliacci’s, on an April Saturday afternoon, out of the windrain, with our Caesar salads, waiting for dinner service. She sent me back to The Ardennes with 17 Arbutus seeds.
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once, my MP toured me through the library of parliament in Ottawa — truly like a disneyland for nerds
I was thinking about “library of tears,” as a concept
Grief
Pain
Brutal let downs
Rejection
Sheer violence
What does that library look like, is it wood paneled, smell of dust, cat hair, the wrong herbal tea…
Are they hiring?
like, what even IS this? we all deserve such cathedrals