Hello from November!

Well hello! It's been a while since I've said hello here. So blessings be with you.

It's been a good weekend. But recently there's been kind of weird shit in life, y'know on the outside, socially, in society, in the world.

Like the whole H1N1 thing. That's become a big deal everywhere this year, eh?

But our fact is, we'll get the vaccine ourselves. I trust our Canadian government more than the U.S. government. Not implicitly, but more.

Especially since we've had a Conservative party in power for the last few years. God bless Canada. And God bless Israel. God bless the U.S.A. 'cuz they sure need it. A Muslim Marxist in power. Wow. They actually did gone and done it.

Canada's different though, eh. It has to do with the cold methinks, seriously. And that we're not fucking Europeans either. But them folks with fucked up ideas about... well... everything. Them and their crescent moon shit. Look into the details of that shite. Heh, shite. Double entandre there.

But yes, it's been a strange summer and autumn. Some difficulties along the way. But the Lord blesses and supports with each and every step.

Hey, so my wife and I met this guy today. He was of Quebec French background. Born, raised, and still having a house in Montreal, he was. A trucker though, so he didn't spend much time there. His Dad was an old school Frenchman, having emigrated from France, after living through the Nazi occupation of France during WWII.

My point? Hmmm. Let's find a couple, eh?
~ In building a defense, don't be as stupid as to expect to ward off your defenses from a Maginot line and allow yourself to be flanked by your enemy.
~ Don't let a culture subjugate your own
~ Your enemy is your fucking enemy. We serve the Lord eternally, and "the battle" never ends. Don't expect him to have changed since 1200 years ago just 'cuz his face has changed a little. His overall actions and words will indicate his heart and intent. That's fucking true for drunks in a bar wanting to borrow money or score some pussy or get into a fight, and it's true for peoples and nations who wanna fucking prison rape you but they're not big enough to force it out of you (or into you as it were) at once so they just wear you down with threats and promises of violence and getting their convict buddies or gang-bangers to help them in their violation of you, but they can and do nonetheless.

Yeah so fuck them fuckers. And God bless them too, in our prayers, 'cuz that's what our Lord asked us to do. Do you know how the Christian Golden Rule is different than all other cultures Golden Rule? Jesus asks His followers to have you do as you'd like others to do to you. Not the other fucking way, where you do as has been done to you.

The biggest protector of freedom and peace in the world? Why that would be the U.S. Armed Forces, who incidentally, is comprised, percentage wise, of mostly Southern whites. That's the Southern culture, to stand up for, and protect, the freedoms of love, light, and truth.

God bless the South. And Israel. And Canada.

Mazel Tov!

Well cheers, me hearteys.

I've just been too busy at work, and home, to lately give my salutations to any readers, and stumblers, who happen across this little place of ours.

But I'll raise my glass (or can of Carling at least) a few times tonight as I celebrate overcoming a few minor difficulties along this path we cleave, and in anticipation of a big event tomorrow (that is, Saturday the 22nd).

My challenge tonight shall then be to not get too fucked up, in order to be in fighting shape and game face for a fuckuva party as our (my darling wife and me) best couple friends, Karen & Adam, are finally getting married tomorrow after being together for almost 7 years. (This also is the weekend before my wife's and my coming 2nd anniversary on Tuesday, the 25th.)

All our friends are going to be there. Oh my, some blessed people will be gathered together in joy tomorrow. And then we're gonna get drunk! Hah, to quote Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys, "Gonna get drunk and stoned with my family and friends!"

My best man at my wedding, and elsewhere, is coming from outta town, and spending the night at our place, (in his tent in our backyard, cuz he's very allergic to cats and we've got teh 3 indoor kittehs,) and he hasn't got drunk at a social in years, not even ours, (cuz he was the signor of the liquor permit, and wanted to take his "responsibles" seriously and not get drunk during the event), and I'm gonna fucking spend money which is cool cuz I remember what is what like for our social and wedding two years ago, and how people gave of themselves and how it was a blessing to us.

And it's so blessed to how I've known Karen for years and how I'm finally going to be giving her away (Mazel Tov!) after all I've seen her through, and I'm so immensely happy and proud of her and her excellent man, and how he was just the shining knight she needed, and he's a good man and they are perfect for each other.

And I would dance with my Mom (if she hadn't passed away last year), and drink with my Dad (if he hadn't passed away three years ago), and laugh and be proud of who we are and from where we've come and how our ancestors made this country what it is.

But, I shall celebrate for them!

~~~ (Mazel Tov!) ~~~

(Major tip o' the hat to a song for our weekend, by the Black Eyed Peas, "I've Gotta Feeling", and of course, forever, Galatians 3:29, "If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.')

God bless Israel, and God bless us everyone, and the God bless the U.S. Constitution.

Cheers!