Not Just Another Canadian Snivel Servant

This is the last post in which, I will ever refer to the events of my specific workplace with this much detail.

Because words finally failed me. But, it’s okay, because me and words, we’re back together and better than before, because now my words are not alone – and they don’t have to struggle so hard for clarity and careful emotional negotiation – because in trauma recovery, I dug deep down into my childhood layers and remembered my first loves: singing, dancing, being delightful and entertaining people, and my second loves drawing and storytelling and understanding that all of this childhood enthusiasm for the whole world that was my stage – had morphed into the Family Obsession: Being a Writer.

Because, it’s very hard to be a writer anywhere – but in a funny way, especially in Canada. Because Canadians who can entertain – and speak English – move to America – making it a kinder and gentler place – not with a thousand points of lights in the sky – with with 10s of thousands of tiny small sparks – of random kindness, compassion and a laid back sensibility – that most people think of when they think: California.

But no one thinks about how many Canadians there are, working in Hollywood and the Entertainment industry who does the heavy lifting of putting out these California Sun Soaked but Canadian drenched Vibes.

I grew up in Canada. I was born in 1968 to an Icelandic Immigrant Father and a Canadian Mother who’s Ukrainian family had been in Canada for 5 generations already.

I went to school in New Westminster BC in the 1970’s to Richard McBride Elementary from grades 1 to 7 – I never went to kindergarten, because I came to school able to read and knowing how to work and play well with others.

I was picked by my peers – not last at sports, but as first for referee because I was the only kid that everyone could trust to honestly referee the school yard games.

When I was in the later grades, I was picked by teachers to lead groups and when I wasn’t, the group would naturally turn to me for leadership and I tried to turn the leadership back to the official leader or the group.

Teachers loved me because they could look out over a room of bland faces and they’d see me – blonde, blue eyed and starting intently and adoringly at them.

Never admitting it was the movie I was watching in my head.

Teachers and students in my elementary school never never threatened by or intimidated by me (unless I wanted that response) – because as bright and shiny as I stood out from the crowd, I preferred to stand behind the crowd and let everyone else be backlight by my glow.

Because I knew something that I didn’t know enough to tell, but was intelligent and sensitive enough to understand and more – to compensate for:

None of my friends homes were as happy as mine.

So, I didn’t need to be picked by my peers or teachers, because I knew I was Loved At Home and supported and encouraged.

I didn’t know why that wasn’t everyone’s experience, because I literally had nothing in my experience that was wrong or unpleasant.

We weren’t the richest or the poorest, we did alright comparatively and as part of the whole, so I learned to put my wants and needs into pragmatic context – that is – to balance my wants and needs with other people’s wants and needs (first within my family, then within my peers, then other people…) – with the understanding that other people’s wants and needs were from a place of unfullfillment, denial, thwarting and even cruelty or worse, craven indifference.

So the one thing that everyone else learned that I never learned at home or at school was how to live unhappily ever on or ever more or ever after until the sweet release of death or soldering forward on whatever crutches people lean on to get through their day.

I was Queen of the Elementary School and looked forward to High School – where I ended up very isolated from my former peers by my course selections – Challenge  English, the early break out sciences – seeing my friends only when we had the odd class that everyone had to take. But several elementary schools fed New Westminster Secondary School – and we moved.

To Chilliwack, where I attended Sardis Senior Secondary School that went from grade 8 to 12 – but grades 8 to 10 were smaller classes, there being Vedder Junior High School from grade 8 to 10 and a second Chilliwack Senior Secondary School – our Sardis Rivals – if you cared about sports.

Which, in the battle between the jokes and the smocks – I am a smock.

But my Art Smock and my Lab Coat (in case you are wondering what the hell a smock is) set me alone among the two kinds of smock kids.

  • Big Fish – McBride Small Pond – Urban Audience Pool
  • Big Fish – NWSS Huge Pond
  • Big Fish – Sardis Small Pond – Rural Audience Pool
  • Eagle, fishing, – Princess Margaret Secondary, Surrey, BC, Huge Pond

When I graduated from High School, I had only attended Princess Margaret Secondary 1 and a half semesters. Sardis Secondary’s classes were full year.

It was a difficult transition for me, because the counsellor decided that all the classes that I loved, I should take in the partial semester – so they could know I was taught the subjects I wasn’t interested in properly – because my grades were all over the map. But my grades didn’t measure my comprehension or understanding, they reflected only my engagement level.

Teachers have never understood that about students.

But it was the transition to college that was most challenging – because it was no longer me against all the kids in the hood – it was me with only the best of the kids in the hood – and I never learned to be a good student, because I was so far ahead of everyone else, that what I learned in school – what I had to learn in school – what was critical for me to learn in school – was how to slow down to where the top group of everyone else was.

Because the world is not kind to Gold. It causes something of a fever and a race to extract and purify then distill and temper and alloy and basically, cheapen into trinkets with all the colour and none of the luster.

That’s why the poets lament that nothing gold can stay, gold left alone – stays – it’s just that we can’t leave gold alone to be just gold.

We feel the need to own and force it so malleable into the distorted shapes we want it to be in to adore ourselves.

My father’s youngest brother – the one born in Canada – he was just a bit older than my oldest cousins – said to me when I was about 12 years of age – that Given a Choice between a lump of gold and a diamond – pick the diamond – because it took a lot longer for the earth to make that diamond than to make gold – and sparkles and gold is just a lump that sits there dully in comparison.

Alchemists pursued the Golden Formula for centuries in their chemical laboratories and they detailed in private codes, all the masses of data and variations and experiments, their quest for gold.

Well, we know how to make gold from base metals now – but the recipe is nothing that the Alchemists of old could have stumbled upon – because to make gold from base metals – you need nuclear fission not chemical reactions.

But the hold that alchemists gave the world was the first steps towards a true scientific method – labour intensive observation, detailed data capture.

What they were missing was a context – an understanding of the world as a natural place – because as long as religions held power and withheld wealth from the world – they knew what all God-Dictators know – what any Captain of Industry Knows – To be top dog, you have to crush the competition.

As long as the peasants were illiterate and dependent on the Crown and the Cross – the church of Europe was free to execute any early scientist for heresy.

And the modern American equivalent to the Church of Europe:

– who slowed down both scientific and as a consequence, economic and social advancement with

  • witch trials against midwives, healers and socially marginalized or isolated women and men
  • crusades against the Muslim world,
  • Spanish Inquisition
  • European Crowns vs Crosses – who’s the boss now?
  • Destruction of the Knights of Templar – the first multi-national organization that could be entrusted with your gold and your life safeguarded against all bandits – including against the encroachments of the so called Upper Classes against the burgeoning middle classes. So for protecting travellers from European Christians, the Templars were destroyed as heretics

Is the so called Moral Majority, founded by Faldwell in the 1980s and currently headed by Focus on the Family and other groups who are far too concerned with other people’s families than their own.

Because what’s great and terrible about American can be summed up with one word – and it’s a name – and that name is:


As in Presley. This guy:

can you spot the future king in high school?


Maybe this Elvis will look more familiar:

1955 - He'd already tried twice to get Sam Phillips attention

But he doesn’t quiet stand out from the group, does he, even being center stage.

Maybe you know this early Elvis image – it was used as a 1970’s album cover for “Elvis Country”:

Colorized to Sanitize

But this is the childhood image that I see in Elvis, no matter what he looks like or how old he never got – because Elvis died at 42, two years fewer than I am right now.

Elvis was a revolutionary who was killed by the establishment – only they didn’t kill him with a gun or legal hassles – they killed him with kindness – by making all his boyhood dreams come true – Elvis got to sing and dance and make movies.

Just like he always wanted and dreamed of – but Elvis’s dreams were not the dreams of Captains of Industry – Elvis’ dreams were our dreams – of achieving middle class status and of making enough to survive and thrive a little and to do something to let people put aside their troubles and worries, just for a little while.

Most people have no clear image of Elvis because what was magical about Elvis – was Elvis himself. Elvis was pure gold from the moment he entered this world…

Aloha is hello and goodbye, both at the same time

…to the day he left this world, only most of the gold was mined out of him, distilled or corrupted and sold to the general public as gold – but it was fool’s gold.

And any miner or forestry worker or fisher or harvestor or anyone who toils in the sun can tell you – if you don’t put something back into the source resource – it will just collapse.

That’s true for mine shafts, specific fish fisheries and forests – if you take material away, leave a debris field and do nothing to mitigate the losses or add some other value – the industry is not sustainable.

Elvis was loyal to his word – against his own interests – and Col Parker – like any good hustler or captain of industry can tell you – knew one thing and one thing only:

Elvis made the teenagers scream. But they wouldn’t be teenagers forever.

But what Col Parker and the entertainment industry didn’t know or didn’t care – because hey, it’s a Star System – not a babysitting service:

Is that people who use others for their gold is why Robert Frost wrote nothing gold can stay.

And most people do not know that poem as written, but as part of a book – written in the mid 1960’s by a teenaged girl, SE Hinton,  who wrote 4 novels, you might be familiar with:

The Outsiders

Rumble Fish


That Was Then…This is Now

As a teenager, in Canada in the 1980’s I discovered the gold in SE Hinton’s work, not from her novels because as a teenager, in Canada, in the 1980’s I didn’t relate to the characters and found the short novels exhausting and the characters really frustrating for just chaffing at inequality and not demanding equality, instead pushing back only enough to be left alone – for a while..

I fell in love with the stories because of Matt Dillon – who I adored for being the guy who helped my favorite Little Darling to win the lose your virginity contest, but Kristy didn’t want to win and so let the liar Tatum ONeal win and cost an innocent man his job at the summer camp.

Because while other girls swooned over Dreamy Dillon, a sanitized Elvis/James Dean for the 1970’s and then 80’s teenagers before he graduated to an adult audience – I had a mad mad crush on Haley Mills of the Disney 60’s movies and Kristy McNicoll for being so tough and sensitive – she was my 1970’s Sanitized Elvis because I knew Kristy was dangerous and still waters run deepest.

I adored Olivia Newton-John as much for her country music – did you realize that Elvis covered ONJ hits in the 70’s? and Canada’s Anne Murray? – as I did for her goody two shoes to vamp transformation in Grease.

Ah, McBride Elementary and a girl named Lisa. Who brought the earliest cheap and portable cassette tape player to school with the Grease soundtrack so she could get us all to act out the parts.

But while all the Boys wanted to play Danny to Lisa’s Sandy – none of them were willing to move like John Travolta – but Lisa wanted to perform more than she wanted to dance with a boy – so I was picked to play Danny, but I didn’t play Danny like John Travolta – I played Danny as John played Danny – as Elvis.

And I played Elvis so well, that even teachers didn’t raise an eyebrow at my wiggling my hands in the air and my knees so I fell to the ground at Lisa’s feet – while howling soulfully, I got chills, they’re multiplying and I’m loosing contro-ol…

It is weird to me to think that even with all that, people then didn’t realize that I wasn’t like the other children……

And by remembering these golden oldies of childhood, by drawing my way out of the loss of my words – and just to give you an idea:

When I started this blog – Random Ntrygg – it was about gardening, home entertainment, BBQ and photography – and sometimes a little Elvis.

But as real life events closed in and I was surrounded by people that I couldn’t communicate with – I changed and the blog changed – and all the fun sunny topics disappeared and are being recycled and re-imaged on the other blogs that I created when this one hit stride – almost two years ago – when I brough in more atheism vs Religion – topics.

When, to my mind, religion and atheism are two sides of one coin that has nothing to do with what I beleive or reality – because on my coin – it’s natural on one side and fiction on the other – and supernatural is just specialized fiction that is waves of fads, be it religion or vampires or (satanic ritual abuse) conspiracy theories….

Gold Nugget: The only people who don’t lie to you, are motivational speakers – whether you are paying to hear them or someone is talking to you in a whisper…

Because I have been on a quest to understand something about this big ol world we share, even when we pretend that we don’t and most people haven’t bothered to learn anything about this planet we call earth in this solar system, in the Milky Way Galaxy, not so far away or long ago…..

Is why – and I am talking to Pro-Religion People Only now:

Why can’t you understand that saying your beliefs are based in love – when your behaviour in the worlds big and small – is that of any run of the mill Dictator?

Now, before you start to form words in your sputtering brain – I want you to think about it.

You say you are messengers of peace and love.

But you act like and self-appointed Dictator in love with their own voice and assured of their own divinity and righteousness of purpose and slaughter or undermine any and all who – and let’s be clear – not just those who openly oppose you, but also those of us who, just aren’t into you or your false message of love.

You cannot smack someone down with your fist and then expect them to accept your other open appearing hand. Because all that an open hand looked like to someone who’s been punched and kicked to the curb – is not the hand up that you might actually be offering – but an open hand to slap or backhand or push or shove the person into the gutter, down the sewer drain.

So, Pro-Religion People – if you mean what you say – that your beliefs are based in love – then, I’m talking to the whole group now – in case the transition wasn’t clear – I am now talking to everyone again – here’s the gold nugget that I want to show you – not for you to take from me – back off, it;s my gold and I intend to keep it that way.

Because this is pure gold, from my 6 year old heart speaking from inside my bruised 44 year old world stomped on heart:

Look, feel, touch but don’t take anything unless you understand Camping Rules.

Because this is straight from my purest heart and I am afraid to show the world that heart anymore – I am afraid to leave my house, I have learned as an adult what everyone else knows as a child – people bully because no one stops them.

Knowing someone is being bullied and doing nothing is why things like World War Two Happen – Evil Thrives when Good People Do Nothing.

Okay, feeling intellectual again and safe enough to continue now. Sorry, it’s a head/body balance thing that I am working on in therapy. Where was I? Oh, right …here: for you to

… look at and look into yourself and see if there’s any gold inside you that you can built your own display gold nugget for the world – inspired by seeing but not taking my gold nugget:Because I am not willing to share my toys or my gold anymore with the world – so I will just give the world glimpses, until it’s safe enough for me to leave my house again.

Because I am what people do not chose to see – a ranting manic homeless person – only, instead of being unclean or unwashed, I look just as middle class as anyone else. And because I am as smart as I am a pain in everyone’s ass,I will say this once and once only and will say it really really slowly so simple so that even the hardest hearted of bullies – be they anti-social criminals or anti-social establishment – can understand:

What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.

But if you are not a strong person to start with, then the effort needed to not die, depletes you until the effort of merely fending off becomes overwhelming and no defense is possible  – and you are dying, by degrees, in torment, at the hands of the bullies who only had to outlast you to win and keep your head underwater.

So here’s the gold, and I actually learned this from the crazy American anti-abortion religious movement – go limp early and keep your head down.

Because the bully stops paying close attention when you stop struggling.

So, practice holding your breath and think of all the gold reserves inside you that the world hasn’t strip mined and deforested out of you.

So, don;t worry about me in the future world, because I am going to be fine – because I am exactly where I need most to be – at home, with family and friends, helping me to repair the cognitive damage that has prevented me from effectively communicating – I know – but your blog is so well written and engaging – yes, sorry world, that’s all been me on a bad day with a bully hangover.

I’m somewhat better now that I am out of the tailings pond and away from the tarsands, and mining debris and smashed down forest and can see how distressed that Canada is with this wave of Americanism from Ottawa. Not the good kind of Americanism that we can all get behind – Elvis – but the bad wave of Americanism – who killed Elvis – the Golden Boy who laid Gold Eggs – so he was treated like any duck in France – forcefed mush mash until there were no more eggs, and then slaughtered for whatever remained.

Right in front of the fans who loved Elvis so much that they supported him through good and bad – never realizing that it was this very adoration that made all the bad possible. We killed Elvis. Every one of you alive as an adult before 1977.

Because if Elvis hadn’t been held back to the bottom line: Middle Class Dreams Achieved – it breaks my heart and takes my breath away to think, what Elvis could have been, had he stayed in France, after his army service, and been the First International Artist that he was and not, just the boy from Tupelo who wiggled and took country music (I’m a drunken cheating loser songs) and blues music (World has done me wrong, pass the joint) and turned it into gold:

Uplifting feel good music that touched our blue country hearts and infused it with a southern gospel fervor and Elvis, as the man himself said – and his spoken words are the truest soundtrack for any Elvis Fan of any calibre:


So cheerful note – play Canada’s Elvis – kd lang – watch or play and keep reading:

(I just realized I’ve been writing this for 4 hours and hadn’t saved the draft, eek!)

I will get through the current situation as I always have – with a song on my lips, a dance in my hips and in my Elvis costume – the Canada Beaver Edition:

Welcome to the NinaVerse

But kd beat me to the Canada Elvis punch, so I have to, well, I will tell you, what other famous person that I most relate to and grok completely:

I am at home, alone, and I don’t want to be alone, anymore.

I have many many stories to tell – and they are for sale.

Because, when I tell stories, they are mine and when I sell them – they are the property of the buyer. Whoever that buyer may be.

So, if the buyer – for example – Hollywood – wants to buy my 12 feature Scripts, 9 Three Day Novel entries, my notebooks of stories that I have wanted to tell when I first started writing down the story ideas when I was 9 – of that Holiest of Holies – A TV Show – but not just any tv show – a Flagship Show of a Franchise set in an untapped Frontier that will do for TV what Elvis did for music – then contact me.

And, if I have stories that you know that I can tell and would like to buy and own them exclusively, with no need for rewrites – well, (sorry, had to check the email) – the deadline for the First Right to Exclusive Ownership of the stories passed yesterday at 5 PM, January 20, 2012.

So, if any one is interested in specific stories that they know I’ll be able to write – I am available for hire.

And I have always been the fastest writer in the west:

  •  9 times in the three day novel contest so by the end, I only needed 2 days to write 150 novel pages.
  • 12 screenplays, my first completed in 9 days, my fastest, completed in 8 hours (I had very good incentive)
  • As a writer, I wrote 1000 poems, 100 short stories, countless essays, research papers, briefing notes, witness statements in Human Rights and Legal contexts and so much internet forum content as to be incalculable.
  • but, as they say – these are just the ones I am willing to divulge – Google Me:
  1. Nina Tryggvason
  2. Ntrygg
  3. Random Ntrygg

I can be reached through facebook @  Vancouver’s Most Famous Unproduced Writer fan club.

And, if the buyer doesn’t want to hire me for re-writes, I’m good with that too, because once sold, it’s not my story to tell anymore.

Notice to The Gov’t of Canaduh

  • We do not have to individually assert rights that we have collectively won or established in law.
  • Having to individually assert collective rights does not mean you are exercising your rights, it means you are defending against the encroachment and removal of said rights.
  • Respect is earned, not bestowed – and respect pertains to a given person’s actual conduct, not their words or their org chart position.

I said at the beginning to everyone:

I am in this for the long haul and only I know for how long and by what roads;

and here’s what no one understood:

Only I know who my helpers are and who my hindrances are.

Because then, people might have wondered:

what side does she think that I am on???

And then, people might give some pause and do the math:

8 Branches of 7 Federal Departments in 13 Years….

Because this is the question that the employer – TBS and my current assignment at Department 7 – doesn’t know to wonder about:

I am talking to you, now: PSAC.

Where did Nina start the race that is finishing with Department number 7…



humble brother wrote:
This has to be:
“I don’t believe anything without evidence”
Then they post another message:
“I believe no gods exist”
That’s the very definition of irrational thinking.
Many of these funny atheists also say:
“Nonexistence of evidence is evidence of nonexistence”
Can you believe these yahoos? 😉

The reason that these statements appear contradictory
is because you don’t understand what they actually mean

because you do not understand naturalism or the study of nature, which is science

Statement: “I don’t beleive things without evidence”

This does not mean that I have to personally evaluate or experience or understand – this is an incorrect literal interpretation – and only literally interpreting text means that you are not only missing the subtext, nuances and meaning, but you are not understanding what’s being communicated at all. Nothing is only what it appears to be.

In naturalism, belief is used to describe the moment that they accept the premise without further evaluation. Okay, proved as much as it can be, next steps and build to the next belief from there – and all the beliefs and proofs are peer reviewed, debated, evaluated and eventually, the bad beliefs are proven faulty and the good beliefs are rolled up into a Scientific Theory.

Because while it’s true – Evolution is just a theory – but that also means, religion is just an opinion – because there is no corroborating evidence to support any of the significant claims of any religion that involves deities doing anything.

That the stories told to explain the religion or the events they claim as being relevant to the religion – are no different from Sex in the City – that New York is a real place and some of the locations were real locations that even involved real people who are in the real life real locations – doesn’t mean that Carrie Bradshaw and her friends are real – or even realistic.

Forest Gump – with all it’s incorporated newsreel footage should have made people come to that understanding – a story about real things involving characters who are dubious – aren’t true stories – they are fables and parables, passion plays – they are a means of conveying truth without being truth.

And the problem of reading religious texts as literal isn’t the religious text – it’s  reading any writing of any kind as literal.

People think of literacy as being able to read. That’s only stage one.

Being able to read just means you aren’t illiterate – it doesn’t make you a literary reader – because that’s about comprehension.

If you read only for the literal meaning of any writing, then you can read it but you have no understanding of it – because you are not a reader, you are just reading.

And you don’t have to be an expert, you just have to be familiar with literature and the forms of artistic expression – something that people who only beleive in one book can’t understand because they haven’t read enough other books to see the literary aspects of their bible – especially the King James version – the most poetic book ever written by a committee – but, this being the source, it’s only as good as a committee without the original authors could make it.

To a naturalist, to beleive something means accepting a premise that has been arrived at over time, and revealed through the collective and cooperative work of many people who have made logical and intuitive leaps arising from their robust and complex understanding of the work.

To beleive isn’t an acceptance without question, but to come to understand potential, probability, random chance and verified foundations that have withstood the test of human knowledge – which is why science changes over time – because it’s a process of incorporating new information and ideas.

Whereas, religion is handed down complete and unchanged – except for fits and starts where it had to change to remain in the world, instead of consigned to the mythology section of the book store.

“I beleive no gods exist”

That is a leap, not of faith, but a statement of credibility and logic.

It’s not an emotional beleive that is felt because belief in a god or gods is an emotional belief that is satisfying and makes you feel comforted and connected

There is no emotional content in the statement that no gods exist, it is a logical and intellectual position that means

many have claimed a god or gods, but none have proven or provided any evidence – thus, there are no premises, evidence, work that has been presented that is verifiable.

religion is not a theory, it’s a hypothesis – and not even a good guess based on wishful and magical thinking and without substance – it is pure emotion and emotion alone.

instead, people through the ages have tried to sort out how to make the world a better place and how to communicate those ideas – and not knowing or understanding the human body

opened themselves up to experiences – often drug related – and felt things and the way that their personal expereinced felt could only be interpreted through what they beleived about the world

so the washes of love and comfort where mis-interpreted as gifts from the gods and the person went out in the world and figured out how to make others feel the same way – and that feeling became the basis by which converts were made and some people who got into religion, saw the potential for wealth and power and that was the end of the goodness of religion.

“Nonexistence of evidence is evidence of nonexistence”

When there is no evidence, there is no trail to follow to discovery and understanding

because you say there’s a god and I say there’s an invisible pink unicorn who farts rainbows that cause all those same good feelings that you get from your god

so – it all comes down to your personal experience

I have as much proof for my rainbow farting invisible pink unicorn

as you do for your god

and in person, I can trigger in your brain all the same good feelings that you get from church

so prove that your god is real and my unicorn isn’t.

and you can’t, because all you can talk about is your experience of your religion and why it seems real to you

and I can talk about the human brain and explain all those feelings that you feel without reverting to goddidit

The Way that I think about things…..

I am Canadian.

To most people, that means a beer commercial.

To Canadians, it means what that beer commercial signifies – and outside of Canada – no one knows what that means because while Canada has always punched above our weight class because we were riding along in America’s wake and the wide swath that they have cut across the world – Canada has never asserted itself on the world stage.

Yes, we were the midwife nation of NATO, yes our forces are in demand for UN Peacekeeping missions, and yes, we play younger sibling nation to America – and I will save that complex story for another time – because Canada does love America – because America is very much what Canada would like to be – but we can’t compete with America with 10 times our population.

Because Canada is not competitive by our nature – we’re small town no matter how big our cities get – because while America is a melting pot (which all the nuances of being lowest common denominator to distilled into essential elements to cream rising to the top) – CANADA is a multi-cultural society and our national debate is not White and Black People – but English Speaking versus French Speaking – which isn’t about any particular people – but is a region to region struggle that everyone is swept up with.

Canada is geographically larger than America, but most of Canada is not easily livable land – Vancouver – known locally as Raincouver – is Canada’s warmest city and it is one of the mostly culturally diverse cities in Canada – Vancouver being the Gateway to the Pacfic Rim that includes Australia (our other sibling who moved farther away from Parental UK and who forged their own adult nationhood image on the world stage), while Canada has been the tugboat to America’s Ocean Liner or Battleship, depending on how you view America.

I prefer the Ocean Liner, because – as I formed my lunch companions at work one day at RCMP when I was lunching with 9 uniformed and armed *corporals to inspector* : “uniforms are more of a fetish than a lifestyle thing for me.”

I have always enjoyed Jewish people best because they combined the certainty of their religion with a Canadian keep it to yourself and don’t even believe it overly much, because hey, we can’t really know so agnostic is the most enlightened religious view like being bisexual is less judgmental than mono-sexuals (be they at the straight end  or the gay end – most of the spectrum if not the people are in the bell curve distribution and not at either end – so why is there such a public push to pretend that everyone with few exceptions is all at the straight end that’s aberrant to the bell curve distribution?), certainly, don’t go pushing and recruiting other people.

Canadian – our public education system which is not hampered or interfered with by religious groups – means that all Canadian children are given a secular education about the history of people – how we’ve lived in the past, understanding how we came to live as we do now, to learn arts and science at age appropriate levels – but our education system is designed to keep people learning – not in silos of information – history there, science here and art over there in the poor part of the school

but how history is driven by science and pushed by arts

So part of why I seem so smart is because the Canadian public education system is better than American private schools for school aged children (and the other part is because I am as smart as I am a pain in certain types of people’s asses)

and Canadian private schools for children, tend to be religious schools and there’s a misconception that you get a better education there – but you can’t.

Religion teaches religion and they dominate their subjects with religion, inserting or asserting it where it does not belong – and as a consequence, the students may learn more details about history but they are not true details; they have been tainted by the religious framework the education exists within.

we know from science that the observer taints the observed.

so when you start with a tainted framework (religion is an answer, not a question) – then nothing that flows from that framework can be trusted to be true.

Science is a question, a multi-generational and multi-cultural means to arrive at answers, providing for best answers based on understanding right now (a scientific theory), but which is robust and modular enough to allow new data to be incorporated or cause a shift to a new theory.

Philosophy is a question, a means to arrive at answers, individually, culturally and within schools of thought.

Art is a question, a means to share partial answers arrived at by the art creator in the context of the conventions of the artistic form framed within the whole of art – history, expression modes – we create art to allow anyone who can see to participate in the art and be inspired or gain insight – because for most of human history, the majority of people couldn’t read – and now with literacy rates the highest they have ever globally been (Iceland has close to an 100% literacy rate for example).

Religion is an answer that no one who had not already been exposed to the idea of religion would arrive at – no matter how long they navel gazed.

Religion says supernatural agency – and everything that humans do has a natural cause because humans cause what’s happened to humans – all our physical, technological and civilization advances – but our own work and efforts.

so why give credit to a no-show deity who can create a universe and everything in it – but not a simple marketing campaign resulting in one true religion for the one true god –

because there’s been 10s of THOUSANDS of religions with even more gods, godesses and divine demi beings in human history – and in America – anyone with a bible and a strong personality can become an important Televangelist with a direct line to the President if they can get enough people to bloc vote as directed.

at least in Europe, religion is more organized and like Microsoft, stamped out competition through the centuries (aka Crusades, Knights Templar)

and like any dictator – when the Church got rid of the external competition – they purges the internal supporters who’s graps exceeded the Church’s.

The Knights Templar were the first multi-national banking corporation with more gold reserves than the Catholic Church – and God-Pretenders – do not like direct competition, just like their jealous small god who demands that no other gods are worshipped.

whew – so that’s what I learned from grade 1 to grade 7. Then I went to high school and learned more details to fill out that framework and then I went to university and studied film and art history and I wrote for the student paper and I was a DJ on the student radio station and I always felt drawn to the gay and lesbian groups and people but not interestingly the feminist womens studies people or resource room.

In fact, I recall a huge outcry on the campus about a guy who wandered into the Women’s Studies resource room and finding it quiet and empty, laid down on a couch and fell asleep because everywhere else was so loud or filled with napping students.

The mountain that this mole threw up into sharp relief was astounding – I could NOT beleive that *in Canada* in 1990, there was such fury over a guy, half asleep and bleary from study, wandering into the first unoccupied room he could find and laid down and had a nap.

I mean, remember in the Michael Moore documentary that compared Canada to America by opening front doors of homes in Toronto – Canada’s big city?

Putting aside the facts of the making of the documentary – the idea is what’s important – in many places in Canada – not big cities – people really don’t lock their doors – because most places in Canada are not hospitable and the ancient idea of public shelter along trade routes – hostels, safehouses, sanctuaries – these are not separate places to most Canadians – this is how we view our homes.

So when things like plane crashes in Peggy’s Cove happens – the towns people got out in their fishing boats and searched in vain for survivors with the Coast Guard and official Search and Rescue – so when it was downgraded to Search Only – the towns people then opened up their homes to the officials and families of the people who perished in the crash.

Because that’s how Canada rolls. So when 9/11 happened – Newfoundland’s Gander Airport was were most American planes were diverted – and Vancouver International Airport was the western hub of shutting down America’s airline industry because of an international terrorist event.

So, it should be obvious why the persistent lie that the 9/11 Perps came through Canada, because the perps were never in Canada, is hurtful but we understand just how hurt America was and that when hurts are that big the safest people to lash out against are the ones that you can most trust will still be there for you when the hurting part of the hurt is over – but all the people that they displaced were welcomed into Canada, into our very homes and hearts.

Canada stands to service America and we’re happy to do it because it’s that PARTNERSHIP with America that allows us to play on the world’s stage, far above our weight class, we are the least dominate of the G20 countries.

But as other nations fell in the American Sub-Prime Mortgage Debacle that somehow the Car Companies took the fall for – Canada did not – because Canada has always had transparency and accountablity as a government regulatory framework.

So when Canadian politicians try to act like American politicians – and especially their assertion that Canada’s government needs to be smaller and streamlined – what they are really saying is:

I can’t bend the system to my will because it is a transparent and accountable framework already – designed to prevent any person or political party from gumming up the works with their secret or private agendas.

Because the government of Canada is NOT the government of the day. The Government of Canada is the Public Service – rank and file Canadians from all regions, all cultures present in Canada – it is a government of and by the people.

And, as a person who has spent the last 13 years working in 7 Federal Departments – I have learned what has stopped Canada from putting on the weight to back up the kind of peacekeeping, homespun common sense, behind the scenes facilitator – to punch on our own – to stop being America’s Beaver Sidekick and be The Beavenator on the world stage.

Because seriously, if there’s one thing that the world world and everyone in it needs – is to curl up with a nice fat and warm beaver.

But it’s that’s too Canadian Coy, let me Americanize what I am saying.

Everyone needs to bed a wet beaver.

probably still too Canadian.