In WWII, dogs had bombs strapped to them and they were trained to be suicide bombers. Same for dolphins.
Using an animal’s behaviours in natural settings – like dogs herding livestock is one thing.
but dogs for the deaf or blind – that is not natural behavior to the animal, not does it ensure the animal has a pleasant existance.
it breaks my heart to see these dogs behaving in very undoglike manners – unhappy and distressed from the constant need to protect the human who doesn’t ever pet them or allow others to interact with the animal.
time for criminals to be used in community support – this would be a better companion to the blind or deaf person and build the capacity for empathy in the criminal – that would rehabilitate and provide a more secure form of assistance to the blind/deaf person.
Dogs would be better employed in the medical field, as they are a better and invasive diagnostic for cancer.
so if the dog isn’t herding livestock, then let them be a very cost effective front line in cancer detection.
and legalizing drugs is the best way to undermine and end the power of drug cartels and organized crime.
regulate it, tax it and remove the taboo factor – treat drugs as a spiritual matter or regulated recreational one – and deal with addition as health concern and not a criminal matter.
save the economy all kinds of money and generate tax revenues to offset both national debt and relieve the tax burden of the disappearing middle class.
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Dear PM Harper – Nina Tryggvason would make a better Prime Minister than you. She was bullied out of the Federal Government of Canada for being a lesbian and an atheist. She worked in 13 Departments and none of them prepared a Question Period Card for you. That’s what your kind of “transparency” and “accountability” actually results in.
Nina Tryggvason worked for 13 years at
- Revenue Canada
- Indian and Northern Affairs Canada
- Industry Canada
- Immigration & Refugee Board
- Service Canada
- Transport Canada.
While I was not bullied at every department – there was bullying and wrong doing going on at each and every single department that I worked for.
In some departments, the union was active and in other departments, they had no presence at all.
That said, in the majority of offices the union and management are at such odds with each other that the employees are who suffer from both sides.
In all departments, employees are not able to work to their individual best potential – mostly owing to outdated work classifications and the hostile relationship between management and the union.
Most employees are hired by one department and that is were they retired from – often in the same job they started in even when technology and work process make position and work obsolete.
There does need to be a revamp of the public service and the biggest and most costly area is the top heavy structure of management and their over classified assistants and executive assistants.
Worse, that people who are employed by Federal Government Parties – and this is ALL OF THE PARTIES – these partisan people get to parachute into top jobs in the public service, without competition, without evaluation, without transparency and without any fairness to the public service employees who have worked their entire career in the service of Canadians.
I told every manager that I met in 13 departments and many senior officers that I could do their jobs better than they could. and I bet them $50.
On this blog, I talked about how in 1984, the career counselor at my high school and the career component of the Life Skills course that included what is commonly known as Home Economics (cooking, sewing) and Industrial Education (wood working, metal working, drafting/blue prints) – and the computer data base, when I entered my skills and interests told me that there were only 2 potential jobs for me in the database of 10,000.
The first and top job for me was Prime Minister of Canada.
So, Mr. Stephen Harper you are in my chair and that chair belongs to the people of Canada.
Who deserve to be served by a person who respects the Canadian Charter of Rights.
Who respects the citizens of Canada – from the First Nations to women to ethnic minorities and also Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgendered Citizens who pay taxes and obey the laws of the land.
And do so more than you, Mr Harper who fixed elections to being every 4 years and then broke your own election laws in a series of elections that Canadians did not want and stayed away from – giving you a majority government from an ever decreasing number of voters.
Shame on you Mr. Harper for turning Canada into the third world nation that you said it was.
I woke up this morning, feeling transformed. Then – it snowed! – how great is that?
It was bitter bold sleety snow – English, despite it’s many variations, is such an impoverished language, only one word for snow. Pity.
Anyway – the memory of the blood work that I had done earlier this week, is behind me now – and I am now able to move on to new and better things.
So, I want to share a story about how much my self-management has improved – because I have finally become comfortable enough with my daily routine that I am no longer upset when I have to leave my house to drive my spouse to – you remember the song, right?
but – since this is about women’s working blues:
and – I had a power thought – about two particular women, and these are their stories – and these women – I read that first book many years ago – and just knowing that the second book existed, was enough for me:
Because – I was only bullied (and I am specifically not talking about that, it’s just mentioned in passing, or merely, as an appetizer, not even that much, just an amuse bouche, if you will) – and these women – experienced much worse and they have fared well in the aftermath of their experience – so with all due respect to the workplace subject matter experts – there is really no reason why anyone can’t recover from being bullied.
It’s only when people have trauma upon trauma – combined with having been or being bullied – that they do not recover.
Knowing that people survive – far worse events – goes a long way – towards letting go.
And music – it soothes the savage beast and the aching heart – you just have to smile and be willing to laugh at yourself and from time to time, reinvent yourself- just like Dolly did:
hey, it worked – I played songs that make me feel happy and powerful – and the story about my conversation with the woman who parked so close to my car at the grocery store this morning – and how I made her laugh when I showed her that I could not squeeze between her rear bumper and my rear bumper – I guess she liked the chilli pepper red of my car so much that her car just wanted to almost kiss bumpers….
well, dearest readers, I am going off line for the rest of the day
And if you need another laugh, check out – my worst poems ever!