Blog Roll, bookmarks, Giveaway

Spring Newsletter Giveaway

Try your luck at winning Peachy Books’ first giveaway!

Giveaways are fun, no? With my plans to send out my first quarterly e-mail newsletter next month, I decided to add a giveaway and will continue the tradition in every edition.

This Spring, I would love to send these beautiful floral bookmarks to a couple of my friends and readers.

Interested entrants have three opportunities to win:

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  3. Subscribe to my new Peachy Books Quarterly Newsletter below

Those that subscribe will have better odds for the win, as one of the recipients will be chosen exclusively from the newsletter subscriber pool and the second from all three.

The 1st Edition of my Just Peachy Newsletter will be out this April, where I’ll announce the winners of the bookmarks and proceed to contact those individuals for their shipping details.

In my newsletter, I will share a chronicle of my most enjoyable recent read, a recap of my most and least popular blog posts, and a sneak peek at some of the books I will be covering in the coming quarter.

To keep my finger on the pulse of my readership, I am also thinking of doing random polls, and, lastly, there will be the quarterly giveaway, which in most cases will be a seasonally themed crochet bookmark made by me.

Here are the bookmarks when I photographed them after making them last year. I gifted the peach one to my mother for Mother’s day 2021, but the pink and the purple are up for winning, so enter today!

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Do you like reading newsletters?

Are there things that you recommend one includes in a quarterly publication like this?

Blog Roll, Musical Mondays

Musical Mondays | Led Zeppelin

After one of my dark periods a few months ago, I concluded that there had not been enough music in my life across the last decade. 

Without a doubt, its absence had a negative effect on my psyche. How could it not when it was once an ever-present part of my life? 

I have been trying to do better by incorporating music into my posts, but that’s not been enough, and I still find my soul pining for more. 

From now on, I will put forth a concerted effort to switch at least 50% of the time once spent listening to podcasts to playlists; fingers crossed that it works this time, haha. 

I am not naive enough to presume music is a panacea, that with a queue of the right hits, one is smooth sailing for paradise, but if I look to my roots, I know that it will help. 

Early years spent wearing out a crate of 45s, childhood permanently connected to a Walkman, mixed tapes and breakup songs in my youth; a forever companion through the loneliness of isolation and terror of too many storms. 

The comfort of familiar riffs and passionate voices helped me tolerate dark days, sometimes even lifting me out of a depression and steering me back towards the light. 

Music was one of the only consistent friends I knew during my beginnings and was by my side in good times and bad, extra loud when things were exceptional. 

Musically speaking, singing will remain my first true love, but I have always wanted to learn to play more instruments. I enjoyed playing the flute and the cello during the middle grades but promptly dropped the class in high school. 

Now in my middle age, I have a desire to learn the Ukulele and was happy to receive one for my birthday in 2020. I call her Mea Hoola, meaning ‘healer’ in Hawaiin. 

Progress is slow, but I like it that way. A dose of humility comes with any learned skill, and I cherish that gift of personal growth. After years of typing and working with yarn, I now suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome, so my practice sessions do not last as long as I would like, but every time I pick her up I enjoy a few minutes of escape to a freer place in my mind. It is loads of fun and creatively therapeutic, as art continues to help me unload the baggage of the day.

With a vast and eclectic musical appreciation, there is not much that I refuse to listen to, but rock and roll, particularly from the seventies, is where my heart resides. Fleetwood Mac, The Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, David Bowie; endless amounts of timeless talent!

I loved them all, but Led Zeppelin was my ultimate. Even though I was over a decade behind what my schoolmates were into, I did not care. I was listening to the modern stuff too, but I preferred to rock it out with my cassette tape on repeat, memorising every ooh and ahh, that Robert Plant would purr.

Led Zeppelin IV was my introduction to the band, and I still do not know how I managed not to lose or break that cassette. The charts revere Stairway to Heaven as the best of the album, but it is my least favourite. 😬 Sorry to those that might take offence, lol. The true masterpiece, in my humble opinion, and I think my number one song of all time if you made me pick, is Battle of Evermore.

Robert Plant is an avid Tolkien fan, and as such many assumed the song to be about Return of the King and its Battle of Pelennor. Some inconsistencies would suggest otherwise, though. I am more inclined to believe the story that Plant wrote the song after reading a book about Scottish history and that it represented the battle between night and day, or good and evil.

The Celtic folk sound and the fingerpicking of the mandolin hit me in some unknown yet eerily familiar place, as though ancestral awakenings have come to bear. Add to this the harmonious marriage of Plant and Sandy Denny’s angelic voices, and I transcend into greatness whilst the emotionally charged song reverberates through my body.

I was lucky enough to see Heart, another of my top bands, while they were touring with Def Leppard back in 2011. It was a phenomenal show, quite frankly one of the best I have seen, but I know that has a lot to do with nostalgia. Not only did I dance like nobody was watching in my aisle seat, sing loud and proud to every dear Def Leppard song of my younger days, but I got to hear Heart perform Battle of Evermore. One thing I can say for sure, on that glorious day, it was clear that good had won the battle, as the song never sounded more beautiful.

Click on the song title to hear the original Led Zeppelin track, along with the lyrics.

Battle or Evermore - Led Zeppelin

Queen Of Light Took Her Bow
And Then She Turned To Go
The Prince Of Peace Embraced The Gloom
And Walked The Night Alone
Oh Dance In The Dark Of Night
Sing To The Morn Ing Light
The Dark Lord Rides In Force Tonight
And Time Will Tell Us All
Oh Throw Down Your Plow And Hoe
Rest Not To Lock Your Homes
Side By Side We Wait The Might
Of The Darkest Of Them All
I Hear The Horses' Thunder
Down In The Valley Blow
I'm Waiting For The Angels Of Avalon
Waiting For The Eastern Glow
The Apples Of The Valley Hold
The Seas Of Happiness
The Ground Is Rich From Tender Care
Repay Do Not Forget No No
Ohdance In The Dark Of Night
Sing To The Morning Light
The Apples Turn To Brown And Black
The Tyrant's Face Is Red
Oh The War Is Common Cry
Pick Up You Swords And Fly
The Sky Is Filled With Good And Bad
That Mortals Never Know
Oh Well The Night Is Long
The Beads Of Time Pass Slow
Tired Eyes On
The Sunrise
Waiting For The Eastern Glow
The Pain Of War Cannot Exceed
The Woe Of Aftermath
The Drums Will Shake The Castle Wall
The Ring Wraiths Ride In Black
Ride On
Sing As You Raise Your Bow
Shoot Straighter Than Before
No Comfort Has The Fire At Night
That Lights The Face So Cold
Oh Dance In The Dark Of Night
Sing To The Mornin' Light
The Magic Runes Are Writ In Gold
To Bring The Balance Back
Bring It Back
At Last The Sun Is Shining
The Clouds Of Blue Roll By
With Flames From The Dragon Of Darkness
The Sunlight Blinds His Eyes

In this unique version of the classic song, Jimmy Page and Robert Plant welcome Najma Akhtar, a popular British singer of Indian ancestry. The added Eastern instrumental influence and her captivating voice make this a performance to behold and only elevate the richness of the music, a real treat!

As a proud mama, it would be remiss of me not to include a photo of the best Led Zeppelin-themed gift I have ever received in this post.

Here is a picture my thoughtful son drew me for my birthday last year. He is also a fan of the band, excellent taste that he has!

What are your thoughts on Led Zeppelin’s catalogue?

Do you have a track that you like the best off of Zeppelin IV, or any of their other Internationally bestselling albums?

Blog Roll, Comic Strip, politics

A Peachy Books Political Comic Strip: A Day in the Life of a Homegrown Hypocrite

After deciding to take a risk and dabble in some different creative mediums as of late, I tried my hand at making a comic strip. If I think about it, I have almost zero experience in reading comics. Unless you count the boxes of Archie and Jughead books I read in my childhood over thirty-five years ago; my memory and I do not, haha.

Readers of my recent posts are aware of my mounting frustration with fellow Canadians surrounding their acceptance of our government’s overreach and continued manipulation through well-funded state media. This cartoon has materialised through that aggravated state, so be forewarned that some might find it slightly offensive. 

So be it, I guess, because with no one willing to have candid and crucial discussions, if not through raw art, how else does one continue to get the ideas out?

Visit my latest comic strip where I ask here: What do you mean Canadians don’t have freedom?

Are you fan of comic strips?

Are there any political cartoonists whose work you enjoy?

Cover for First-Line Fridays on Peachy Books showing a cue card with the typed quote: He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. from Raphael Sabatini in Scaramouche
Blog Roll, First-Line Fridays

First-Line Fridays | Ray Bradbury

It was a pleasure to burn.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury postulated that the pages of books ignite and burn at 451 degrees Fahrenheit and accordingly decided to name his wildly popular and shockingly insightful futuristic tale after this assertion.

Fahrenheit 451 offers a dystopian world where books are banned and destroyed whenever discovered; literal Hell for all of us bibliophiles. 😳 ‘Firemen’ with hoses spewing kerosene are responsible for finding and incinerating any trace of the evil objects that cause one to think and become unhappy.

This 1953 sci-fi tale that started as cautionary has morphed to prophetic in modern times, and I suspect this has something to do with it, ironically, being banned by some school boards, although I am sure you would not catch them admitting it.  

As dark as the messaging is, with satire as the medium, the tone is light and easy to ingest by a wider audience. Themes dealing with censorship, governmental control, (what was then advanced) technology, and an apathetic citizenry will have you double-checking its release date, as Bradbury appears to be detailing the farce that is our current day.

Join me next week for a MEme Quotes Collection in honour of what many consider Ray Bradbury’s finest work.

Take a look at this short Ted Ed animated video to learn more about Fahrenheit 451.

This is a bookmark that I made for The Library Book, but I think it also works here.

Crochet bookmark of red books with flames on the front, inspired by the The Library Book by Susan Orlean, and made by Peachy Books.

What are some banned books that you think are important to keep in our libraries?

Are there any books that you believe should be banned?

Blog Roll, This Day In History

On March 23, 2011: Elizabeth Taylor’s Final Curtain Call

Celebrity fandom is not a world where I like to spend much time. Whilst it is true, I am not easily enamoured, in many cases, I find their personas to be entitled and arrogant, so I would prefer to live vicariously through the art vs. the artist.  

Their detached and overly privileged viewpoints suggest a fundamental misunderstanding of the real world and the majority of people that have to live it every day. On top of that, the ceaseless virtue signalling is insufferable. 

That all said, I adore Elizabeth Taylor; always have, always will. March 23rd, 2011, marked the blockbuster beauty’s passing from congestive heart failure, at 79 years old.

For this child of the ‘eighties, something was electrifying about a woman who unapologetically commanded every screen she donned, could look glamorous with a cigarette hanging from her mouth (ok, maybe not appropriate for modern times), and would use a potty-mouth if she so desired. Many of her roles, and possibly her marriages, saw her not answering to anyone who would try to tell her who she was or how she should be, making me an envious and eager fan. 

Taylor begrudgingly entered the parasitical world of child stardom at age 9, with her screen debut at 10, in the film There’s One Born Every Minute. With a former actress for a mother and an art dealer father who packed up his family and left London for LA, it might have been the violet-eyed beauty’s fate to grace the silver screen. Sadly, not unlike other child stars, she felt performing to be the thief of her childhood.

There was no denying that Taylor had an innate ability for acting and would likely have ended up in show business anyway. Without ever attending an acting lesson, she observed the legends on the big screen and turned herself into one of the brightest stars we have ever seen.

Sometimes referred to as volatile and scandalous, although she did not prefer such labels, Taylor was fondly known for her passion, creativity, and sexual intensity, mastering the gifts she possessed. She fiercely enjoyed her independence but deeply loved her many husbands… and her jewellery, just not necessarily in that order.

One of my most fond memories of Liz Taylor, which is likely my first encounter with her work, was her entrance on the Sphinx, before Caesar, in the epic film Cleopatra

The rhythmic march of her servants as they pulled her along, the cheering of the peasants, and the look of awe on both Caesar and Mark Anthony’s faces merely amplified just how enchanting she was. 

Without uttering a word throughout the entire scene, all were captivated by her mysterious gaze and majestic aura, as she proceeded to bow before her King. With reverence and ease, she expertly became one of the most amazingly complex and mesmerising figures in history. 

20th Century Fox approached her about taking the role, and although she offered a price tag of a cool million, to her surprise, they accepted. With this self-made deal, the ballsy star catapulted herself to the highest-paid performer in history at that time. 

With an illustrious career spanning six decades, Taylor received The French Legion of Honour, the American Film Institute Life Time Achievement Award, and was named a Dame by Queen Elizabeth II.

After losing her dear friend Rock Hudson to the novel and terrifying disease AIDS, Taylor spent her golden years as a philanthropist and activist for those suffering from the then deadly illness. 

Many consider her to be a trailblazer, and one of the most influential advocates for AIDS research, with some of her grandchildren continuing her legacy through her foundation.

This year marked the first national HIV is Not A Crime Awareness Day, thanks to a partnership between The Sero Project and The Elizabeth Taylor AIDS Foundation.

My favourite Liz Taylor performance, bar none, although I’ve yet to see them all, was Martha in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? In this remake of the Edward Albee play of the same name, she worked her magic opposite her husband Richard Burton, who played Martha’s exasperated partner, George. 

Taylor was magnificent in her role as the tipsy, boisterous, and delusional middle-aged woman, owning the character as though she were a fine pair of diamond earrings.

Although I have read and enjoyed Edward Albee’s play, there is no question that Taylor, especially opposite Burton, whom she would later divorce twice, brought a uniqueness to the role that no other actor could provide.

Enjoy this short clip from Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Are you a fan of Dame Elizabeth Taylor?

Which of her performances do you favour?

Blog Roll, Musical Mondays

Musical Mondays | Alice Phoebe Lou

Summer 2020 was a difficult time for me, you, and the rest of the planet. I spent the entirety of March through May isolated in our home with my son and husband, minus our daily lunchtime walks in the neighbourhood. 

To be clear, I love my husband and son more than anyone or anything in this world, and there are no two people I would rather be with for days on end, but being trapped indoors with anyone for three months straight (now it has been two years) is bound to wear on an already stress addled mind.

One of my only means of escape that summer was to listen to music in my backyard, pacing the perimeter of the house, or sometimes after a few beverages, dancing with only my JBL speaker for a partner.

As has been my coping strategy during times of despair in my life, I eked out some joy by discovering new music, emotional lyrics, and powerful artists. 

I stumbled across Alice Phoebe Lou’s She, not a moment too soon, finding the piece that would lift me up and out of my Co vid prison. Her animal-like moans of anguish and release had me soaring through the open skies of freedom and possibility, even if only for 5 minutes and 24 seconds at a time, musical catharsis having saved the day once again. 

I survived that lockdown summer by living vicariously through this song, dancing like a whirling dervish, and trying to be grateful for all that I had when so many others were struggling in far worse ways than my mental health forced on me.

They may take away our jobs, our houses, destroy our family bonds and our Charter of Rights, but as long as we have minds to produce lyrics and voices to sing, they will never take away our music.

Enjoy the live performance of She that kept me afloat whilst a desire to drown had me nearly swept away with the undertow.

Were there any songs that helped you get through the dark days of the Pandemic?

Was isolation a problem for you and your loved ones?

Blog Roll, Classic Fiction, MEme Collections, politics, Popular Fiction

Catch-22 In Quotes

WWII bombardier, Captain John Yossarian, faces a dilemma, as he wants out of the war but is met with a catch-22 that could keep him there indefinitely.

For Yossarian to be released, he must be declared ‘unfit’ by the Squadron’s flight surgeon, and of course, anyone who becomes a bombardier must be unstable since it is almost certain death. So one must request an evaluation of mental fitness to be deemed crazy, but only a sane person would ask for such an assessment, ipso facto, Yossarian is sane and must keep flying.

Catch-22 is at once brutal and hilarious whilst managing to impart sound messages about the workings of the war machine. With more than 10 million copies sold, Heller’s top-selling novel is certain to be on the shelves of many an antiwar or political satire enthusiast.

Shit happens, and it is not always comfortable when it does. You cannot hide from it, it just is.

Pragmatism begets less disappointment, so I have found, but optimism certainly holds the key to making it through the day-to-day. A mixture of both is ideal.

Freedom is THE word of these modern times, as we fight for a society that is free to ask questions, free to maintain bodily autonomy, free to oppose government overreach.

There is so much to heed from this often hilarious and cautionary tale, and goodness knows we need the warning.

The side-splitting humour peppered throughout Catch-22 makes all of the corruption and ‘disturbia’ a lot easier to swallow.

I was sure I had heard this quote before, but it may just have been borrowed from Heller without proper recognition, given this was published in 1961.

I have seen this principal quotation about living standing tall instead of going out kneeling in submission a lot lately. I recall seeing the inverse, ‘I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees’ on a banner at the Freedom Convoy in Ottawa last month. Below hear an excerpt from the novel, read on the DarkHorse Duo podcast, which addresses both versions.

I will always choose to fight for my freedoms and individual rights rather than die as a serf for the corrupt leaders that wish to keep us divided as WE do their bidding.

Enjoy this clip from the DarkHorse Duo podcast where Heather Heying and Bret Weinstein discuss living on ones feet.

Do you have a favourite piece of political satire that puts you in stitches?

Blog Roll, Musical Mondays

Musical Mondays | Barry McGuire

Eve of Destruction, written by P.F. Sloan and performed by Barry McGuire, is a classic protest song from the ‘Sixties that rings eerily truthful these days. The lyrics say everything that needs to be said, in the here and now, almost sixty years later.

This gritty and once imperfect song (see video below) became an anthem to antiwar hippies and college students speaking out against the Vietnam War. Though I’ll never tire of hearing the ominous drum intro, I’m not eager to appreciate it finding contemporary relevance again.

Eve of Destruction – Lyrics

The Eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'

But you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
Can't you feel the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy

But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend

You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction

When the Berlin wall fell, which some considered the symbolic end to the cold war, I had just become a teenager. My limited political knowledge came from Much Music videos (Canadian MTV, of the day), and I hadn’t the slightest idea what it was all about, but I recall watching the news and soaking up the giddiness of the occasion.

It is surreal to be entering the time warp that is Cold War with Russia, merely needing to look to the art canon for salient expression, older generations no doubt with a prevailing sense of déjà vu. 

I hope to take solace in the robust and emotionally charged works that are sure to flourish during these noxious times, turning darkness into light, as only the vulnerability of art can do.

right now,
across the globe,
birthing new ideas,
countless mediums,
finding ways to let out our collective sigh of exasperation, 
attempting to balance the scales,
mourning the death throes of humanity.

If there is no love to be had, let us bear fruit in creation.

Below Barry McGuire explains how they recorded Eve of Destruction in one take, and goes on to share how the song was written into the history books.

What are some antiwar songs that you have on your playlist?

Are there songs that you associate with conflict and war that you still like to hear?

Blog Roll, MEme Collections, politics

Things that SHOULD make you go hmmm?

As alarming as it is to read about the things happening globally these days, it appears many in Canada are unaware or indifferent to much that I find gravely concerning here in our own beautiful country. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to finding the weight of this soul crushing.

In the mainstream news, magically, both the freedom protests and the virus have all but vanished, as people hold vigils or attend lawful protests to ‘stand with’ Ukraine. Are these issues of lost rights and accountability for the virus just to be swept under a yellow and blue carpet? 

I, too, stand with the Ukrainian people. Without question, it is devastating to see how their lives are expendable, as the ruling elites use them as pawns in geopolitical games. 

However, not to be forgotten, along with other innocents in neighbouring countries, I worry about the toll this takes on the Russians. 

Regular people wanting nothing to do with wars, who have risked protest to say so, must now juggle life with a tyrant at the helm, loss of banking systems, the global internet, and access to international industry. 

Maybe the goal is to starve innocent Russians until Putin gives up?  

That appears at best ineffective, and at worst, cruel.

I know, everybody is an expert on these things, right, haha? But would these types of tactics seem likely to help solidify Russia’s relationships with China, Iran, and India, countries more than willing to fill in any gaps? 

Are they picking teams for the big game?

I cared about the Iraqi people during the invasion in 2003 too, transfixed to the TV for months, following embedded reporters as they tore through each decimated town, taking cover from encroaching bombs. War was heartbreaking then, just as it is now. It always will be, regardless of where and between whom it happens. 

I understand that my inherent hypervigilance might play a role in this instance, and I account for it to a degree, but over the past two years, the cognitive dissonance that many have developed as a coping mechanism appears to have resulted in a concerning rate of change blindness in society (failing to notice a change because it takes place slowly and incrementally).

With the insidious erosion of our rights and freedoms through ineffective lockdowns, forcefully coercing vaccines, and a lack of access to life-saving treatments in the early days, friends and family seem to have settled in with this new authoritarian way as though it’s A-okay with them, bugger the science and data. 

People whom I know to be intelligent and thoughtful in other areas of their lives refuse to listen to anything not passed down to them from our politicians and their megaphone media, and prefer to assume that I am the one who is disturbed.

Why? What did they ever do to deserve such blind loyalty from the citizenry, especially after the laundry list of overreaching and tyrannical moves Trudeau and his team levied against peaceful protestors in our countries capital recently? But, again, they prefer to see those Canadians with the bravery to stand up, as racist terrorists like Trudeau told them, rather than to listen to what their own friends, family, and neighbours are saying.

The only way I can think to reach people is to write, meme, share, be here for support, and try to connect with other freedom-minded folks.

I will remain hopeful that something might spark a sense of curiosity in a reader, causing them to find the bravery to start their journey to the truth. Even if only a couple of people are enlightened and see what I am doing for what it truly is, that is enough for me.

What a disgrace. Tamara Lich, a Canadian with no criminal background, was denied bail after spending five nights behind bars on a mischief charge for her role in organising the Freedom Convoy to Ottawa last month.

This week was her bail review hearing where it went on record that the previous judge, Justice Julie Bourgeois (are you kidding me with these names! Who is writing this? ), who made the unusual ruling to deny Lich bail, should have recused herself. Bourgeois posed a conflict of interest as she had run as a Liberal candidate in the 2011 federal election. 

Tamara Lich, has been severely mistreated by our justice system and was held as a political prisoner in Canada (did I just type that?!), while our government continues to use her as a poster child to scare people from organising protests in the future.

I was reading the summary for Bill C-36, and it looks like Justin Trudeau better beware, he might have the Human Rights Commission at his door regarding his comments about the convoy and those who have chosen not to be vaccinated:

‘This enactment amends the Criminal Code to create a recognizance to keep the peace relating to hate propaganda and hate crime and to define “hatred” for the purposes of two hate propaganda offences. It also makes related amendments to the Youth Criminal Justice Act.

In addition, it amends the Canadian Human Rights Act to provide that it is a discriminatory practice to communicate or cause to be communicated hate speech by means of the Internet or other means of telecommunication in a context in which the hate speech is likely to foment detestation or vilification of an individual or group of individuals on the basis of a prohibited ground of discrimination. It authorizes the Canadian Human Rights Commission to accept complaints alleging this discriminatory practice and authorizes the Canadian Human Rights Tribunal to adjudicate complaints and order remedies.’

The overreach from our officials remains unrelenting. Silencing the alternative media will be quashing any truthful voices competing for our attention amidst the din of lies. We will get one side of any story: theirs. Consequently, the tag-team of corporate media and government will continue with impunity to run roughshod over Canadians, as fascism is wont to do.

In other crazy-making news, world leaders have been choosing flabbergasting phraseology and manipulation to condemn Putin’s invasion. It is difficult to believe we are not watching satire, with such blatant hypocrisy, worthy of any of the best This Hour Has 22 Minutes episodes. To this enlightened mind, the absurdity feels like an attempt to rub their incorrigible crimes in our faces, hubris their steadfast ally.  

It would be a knee slapper if it were not so disastrous. These men detach from the horror of their pasts, automatons programmed to project their tyranny on whatever the chosen target, this being Russia season. Hey, I am all for the condemnation of war criminals, but let us make sure the likes of the Bushes, the Clintons, and Obama pay the same penance, ya?  

Well, well, is that not the pot calling the kettle black-face? Who the hell does this dress-up clown continue to fool? Does no one think to tell him not to say these antagonising words to Canadians after the show of authoritarianism he just performed in Ottawa and across our great land? Does he not care what we think? I think, by now, the answer is clear: he does not.

The whole idea is to further infuriate and divide while actively initiating a world conflict between NATO and Russia, and only time will tell who else. The problem is, whose kids does he plan on sending because I doubt his dwindling list of loyal Liberal voters will be offering up theirs. People ought to be thinking about that, whether they agree with me or not. 

Of course, George W. Bush and the Republicans are not the only side in US politics to spearhead imperialism and warmongering. Just look at the war crimes committed by the Obama regime against Afghanistan, Pakistan, Libya, Yemen, Somalia, Iraq, and Syria. But it is easy to ignore all of that silly stuff if you focus on his charisma and ability to command an auditorium, eh? 

Nay, nay, this is more of an across-the-board establishment endeavour. Left and right in agreement, publicly so in this case, and privately in most others, I would suspect anyway. Always under cover of the voters.

I was waiting to see what the federal government would offer via assisting the devastated refugees displaced by the brutality in Ukraine, and I sadly admit, this royal puppet never ceases to amaze me.

Why are we accepting people only temporarily if they have no family here? I do not remember this caveat with other refugees we have helped, as of late. Is he afraid Eastern European people might not be as willing to fall into his authoritarian line and might not make for great voters in the future?

Every day there is something new to befuddle or enrage us. It is near impossible to keep up with it all, and of course, that was always the plan. I will not stop trying to sift through it, though, not as long as my eyes can see. It is incumbent upon us that can tolerate truth to keep sharing it in the hopes that others will start to pay attention before it is too late. Sadly, I’m losing half the people in my life to do so, but that’s what protecting my son’s future and this great nation means to me.

Are you noticing an erosion of your rights and freedoms where you live?

If you do, are the people in your life willing to listen?

Cover for First-Line Fridays on Peachy Books showing a cue card with the typed quote: He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. from Raphael Sabatini in Scaramouche
Blog Roll, First-Line Fridays, Historical Fiction

First-Line Fridays | Joseph Heller

🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑 / 5 Peaches!

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

There is no more appropriate time for antiwar political satire than at the dawning of our next world conflict, no? Sure hope I’m wrong on that, but these days it seems anything is possible.

Heller’s messages about a corrupt and predatory government’s relation to the war machine are more relatable now than ever, as the previously subdued masses start to awaken to the obvious corruption of our own.

No book nails both the ridiculousness and the peril of bureaucracy better than Catch-22, and although this is clearly a work of satire, there are endless lessons to be learned about war and how it warps humanity.

Listen to Heather Heying read an excerpt from Catch-22, published in 1961, that might seem eerily familiar to modern day:

Watch for my black and white MEme collection next week, highlighting meaningful quotes from this hilarious and horrifying classic.

Have you read Catch-22 or any of Joseph Heller’s work?