Folly Poem.

A Girl The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast - Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this … Continue reading Folly Poem.

Ignore the (left) offended.

The good Captain sets up his pulpit and lets fly. He has no illusions about human nature. The leftists do. In one corner you have the unstoppable force of leftist politics. 31 flavors of gender. Gender and race are social constructs. You don't need fathers. Womendon'tneednomanfishbicycle ™. Follow your heart and the money will follow. … Continue reading Ignore the (left) offended.

Flirting with the irredeemable sin.

I am finding, to my horror, that I still have skin in the game of Canadian culture. I have grandchildren, and the agenda of destruction is still there. The promoters of public culture are now evil, and don't care who sees it. The average tween is chasing a football and playing with their mates, because … Continue reading Flirting with the irredeemable sin.