This morning from 900 am to 11 am I had a nightmare after twisting and turning all night last night. In my nightmare I was a passenger on a large jetliner. I was seated about half way down from the front of the aircraft with a window seat. I looked out of the window and could see all kinds of other aircraft crashing into the ground and going on fire. Each side of the aircraft had a set of little oval shaped airliner windows and on each side I could see multiple airliners crashing into the ground and turning into flames caused by the crash. I told the other passengers on the aircraft, “there is something wrong with the pilot flying this aircraft, we are all about to die. Look outside the window and see all the other planes crashing and burning.” None of the other passengers reacted and in fact they stayed seated in their seats and were in a complete denial of the fact that our aircraft had descended to just above ground-level and the left wing of the aircraft was scraping the side of a building and creating sparks of flames from the impact. All the passengers, except me was non-reactive to this emergency. It seemed like I was the only one aware of the potential fatal impact our aircraft was about to have and all the other passengers were sitting in their seats not reacting and in a comatose state.
I then found myself looking for the black box. I went into the belly of the aircraft well under the passengers and I found a black square unit. All of a sudden there was another female adult helping me; and a very large muscular man of African American heritage walked closer and closer to me and the other lady. I remember feeling unsure if this man was going to help or harm us. He ended up helping us by jumping down into the black square unit and he started to fish out wet childrens’ clothes and throwing them on the platform me and the unknown female were standing on. Then somehow, I was in the black square unit and I started to pull the cover off of the ground-floor and there was the fast moving ground underneath me. The velocity of the aircraft was way too fast to be able to jump out of the aircraft and live.
Then I awoke from my nightmare. (Images: Generation X)
I was born in the St. Mary’s Hospital in Montreal Quebec Canada. A Roman Catholic Hospital. I am Roman Catholic. An unconventional Roman Catholic, but Roman Catholic just the same.
When the British Columbia elections were underway I voted for the party that would be kind to the poor people in my city of Victoria.
Last Thursday, June 29th, 2017 – the BC Liberals received a no-confidence vote from the BC NDP / BC Green party, something that had not happened in the last 65 years of Canadian politics. This single act of the no-confidence vote (also know as the non-confidence vote) is what I find baffling.
Why is it that that BC Liberals, the BC Greens and the BC NDP could not work together – when the leader of the BC Liberal party, Christy Clark announced the previous Thursday in the Throne Speech that she had
 listened to the needs of the BC citizens and
 was going to re-adjust her platform to include 2.3 billion dollars in a plan to help to reduce poverty – which all three parties wanted.
To me, the alternative to a 2 party BC government (BC NDP and BC Greens) is a three party government BC government or rather a Coalition BC Government which combines the skill sets and expertise of all three (3) parties to create the best plan for all the BC Citizens.
Seeing I was born in Montreal, I am calling this idea the Montreal Code: which means a three (3) party Coalition BC Government for the best interest of all the BC provinces citizens.
I work at a store in Victoria City, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada and on my days off I go to the local main university library. The store I work at has 32 departments and it effectively has three floors, though one bottom floor is only used the in the spring and summer time for customer sales. The store is about the same size as the university library and to me the construct, architecturally of the store and the university are the same. Both the store and the university are businesses and both are corporations. One sells tangible products whereas the other sells intangible products. Both of the architecture buildings are about the same size as each other; and they both have very similar architectural designs of big blocks of cement cut into 3 zones or levels. To me, what I find remarkable is the level of quality in each organization. The educational institution library seems to me to be run inadequately whereas the store seems to be run on a skeleton crew who cover only critical veins and hubs, as in a crisis military outreach style. The library seems to have an abundance of paid staff members far exceeding the amount of labour available for the employee to actually perform. Whereas, in the store the employee is always actively working in a physical way; the library clerk sits passively at a desk awaiting one or two clients in a matter of a few hours time. One environment, the store, has 6000 customers coming through their doors and in the library there are about 20 clients coming through the doors per day. The academic library gets excessive government funding and the store cuts corners in an unethical and corrupt – but not a criminal way in order to keep ahead of the other stores competition. The sales clerk in the store is constantly on the move in the surveillance culture corporation and the library clerk in the university sits there day-dreaming about the open space and beautiful landscapes which surround the open windowed glass environment. The quality of life scales of the library clerk can clearly exceed the quality of life of the sales clerk in the store; whereas it is the sales clerk in the store that is operating more efficiently; is the fastest and the most competitive of all humans in design and has the quick on the fly answers to the human condition that go way beyond the call of duty of any communication skills acquired elsewhere in the human sector. Yet there is a stigma attached to the sales clerk and not the library clerk. This makes our society unfair; and the hardest worker, the sales clerk, not only has the hardest job out of the two jobs – but also encounters societal prejudice based on an assumption that the sales clerk is stupid and slow which is clear a false assumption; as it is the library clerk who is clearly stupid and slow.
(Picture from a Hong Kong art gallery that sold a Tin tin comic book page for $1 million, recently)
In 2017 the United State of America’s President Trump keeps on talking about Fake News. But in actual fact the news he is furthering to is not fake at all. The news items that Trump does not like, he refers to as fake. But most of the news articles have been written by prominent American journalists who look critically at Trumps’ administration. President Trump appears to have an ego of a business man, and in order to develop the ego of a government representative he is going to have to rely on changing his impulsive behavior for a more diplomatic behavior. I believe this is possible and I believe Trump has already started to curb his attitude to be more suited to USA politics. To me, Trump is a little bit like the comic book figure Tin Tin; who is a character who, in my opinion, tries to solve unknown cases meets friends along the way and travels into new charted territory without ever being really afraid of it.
Had a meeting the other day and during the meeting my partner started leading a different way. This caused me tension as I knew instinctively that this was wrong. I knew that feeding the lion raw fresh meat was not a good tactic because the lion will eat your hand and arm as well as the meat, and the lion could possibly eat you whole as well. I felt that tactic being applied by my partner was very naive and without forethought, which would enable the lion to escape and get off. My partners communication style was dangerously close to luring and trapping me in the lion’s cage. My partner seemed unintentionally to be luring me into a unstable situation, one which he would ultimately have no control over and I would end up being the victim of. What happened is my instincts kicked in. I knew I had to start communicating in a sink or swim manner in order to over-ride his words and come out on top. I knew instinctively that he is no match for the lion and to pretend to be is stupid, deadly and filled with a completely lack of respect for the animal kingdom and their power. I would not be a victim to this. I had to stand and take charge.
The illness cancer is such a personal medical illness that I wonder what the public actually knows or understands from cancer. How is cancer created? How is the illness developed? Who gets it? And who is exempt from cancer? In which country is there more cancer than other countries? And do some countries register cancer while other countries do not? How far has the cancer research come in the last decade? Is there a cure of some cancers and not others?
The view point of cancer from the perspective of a doctor would be very different then the view point of a patient inflicted with cancer. I do not think a medical doctor who is specialized in one from of cancer or the other would be able to treat his / her own cancer. The doctor who got cancer him / herself would have to get treated by other medical cancer specialists.
Cancer is often pain and suffering. It needs intensive medical treatment and medicine to help conquer the cancer. Many people in the Western world as in the Eastern world get the illness. It does not discriminate. One of the most inspiration cancer patients is the Canadian named Terry Fox. As a young teenage Canadian he attempted to run from one side of Canada to the other in the name of cancer. He attempted to raise awareness about the disease, and at the same time he was an Existentialist who believed in fighting for the right to live and have a higher quality of life for all kinds of individuals with cancer; and all the types of different cancer was key to his existence. Terry Fox, the Canadian cancer advocate was a selfless human, an altruistic human and an inspiration to many generations in the medical industry and beyond, all in the name of cancer. He is a hero. His statue is placed in Victoria City, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada at Mile Zero for all to see.