Ding-dong! The wicked witch of COVID lockdowns is dead – or at least mortally wounded. Someone threw a pail of hand-sanitizer on her. Earlier in August, I spent an exciting weekend. On Saturday, we attended the celebration of the wife’s aunt/godmother’s 100th birthday. Now I have a goal to shoot for.
On the Sunday, I attended an al fresco meeting of the Free Thinkers, in the park. Damn the Woke Generation!! In conversation, as I do in my blog-posts, I mentioned, “The Wife.” A feminist jumped all over me for using that expression, “like she was just some object. You should refer to her as, ‘My wife”
A male, unasked, unwanted and unneeded, came to my rescue by saying that the term ‘My Wife’ could indicate ownership and control. Damned if I do. Damned if I don’t! Whatever happened to ‘Just keep your damned mouth shut?’
An overnight success, after twenty years in the business
Musical archeologists, searching for the lost Ark of the Goldie-Oldies, recently dug up what may be one of the earliest examples of PC/Woke. They unearthed the 1961 novelty song, My boomerang won’t come back by Charlie Drake.
“My Boomerang” is not exactly a paragon of political correctness, even by 1961 standards. In the song an Aboriginal meeting is described as a “pow-wow”—something more appropriate for Native Americans—while their chanting sounds more African than Aboriginal. (Oddly, many of the Aboriginal speakers in the song have either American or British accents.) Most of all, Drake raised eyebrows with the chorus: “I’ve waved the thing all over the place/practised till I was black in the face/I’m a big disgrace to the Aborigine race/My boomerang won’t come back!”
After the BBC refused to play the tune (despite its popularity in record shops), a new version was recorded, substituting “blue in the face.” When the song was initially released in the USA it also contained the “black in the face” lyric which was shortly changed to “blue.”
The word “monosyllable”…. has five syllables.
The problem with religion right now is that it hasn’t evolved. Instead of being open and searching for ways to be relevant in today’s world, it’s gone all defensive and protective, and it has regressed into lowest-common-denominator sound bites – and fundamentalism.
I recently saw a picture of a washroom at Tim Horton’s, Canada’s national coffee and doughnut shop. The toilet brush holder was a Starbucks mug.
Tim’s provided the coffee and donut balls for the recent outdoor meeting in the park. They sent two 1-gallon, plastic-lined cardboard flasks of coffee, two boxes of Timbits, a bag of plastic cups, lids, stir-stix, sugar, and creamers.
Down at the bottom of the bag, unasked for, and unexpected, they included a dozen metal lapel pins that read
Right the wrongs
apparently referring to current, Indigenous atonement proceedings. All very commendable but – when I go to a coffee shop, I want coffee and donuts – not political statements.
I do not see as wrongs, things that Snowflakes, afflicted with White Guilt, claim as wrongs. When Europeans came to Canada, they operated under the same legal system that the Indigenous did – Take what you need – Hold what you can.
No-one owned the land, until a government, representing several nations and cultures, laid claim. “Survival Of The Fittest” says that those most able to adapt, are most likely to endure. Natives were expected to join the changing society.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Many of the wise ones adapted, and became modern, productive Canadians. The rest want to wear buckskins and feathers, whine that progress has passed them by, and party like it’s 1799. 😥