The Briar Patch

 There are three institutions where children get indoctrinated—the home, Church, and school. Of course, now there is social media and more, and I will get to that, but let's start with two of these three institutions. First off, you can't change homes. Whether you agree with what a family teaches a child, it is their right to raise their child. As long as the child is cared for, it is none of anyone's business. Right there, we could solve many issues, people minding their own business. What I am getting at is I am not commenting on how families raise children. I have no children, and while I have a rough idea of what I may want to say or do for child-rearing, even if I had some, it isn't my place to comment on how others do it. If you keep your kids healthy, give them the best life you can, and put them ahead of yourself, then carry on. So when I say Church, I mean all organized religions. I am not about to put any religion above any other. Every single one of them has

This one won't be popular or well-received for my blogs. Writing on society's ills, I must address the hot topics of guns and climate change. In the long list of things to get right, these aren't the significant issues we need to be worried about in Canada, Edmonton, OR at least not the way we are. So here are the two most giant nothing burgers we have today! Climate change is 100% real; I will not deny that. My question is, do we matter in that? LA and NY have 20 million people. All of Canada has just cracked 40 mill. Our neighbors to the south are well over 330 mill. We are a drop in the bucket compared to them; in fact, we barely crack the top 40 for nations by population. India, China, Pakistan, Brazil, Russia & the States, if they don't change, we could change everything about ourselves, and it wouldn't matter. This does not mean we shouldn't try, but we should do helpful things. I have said I am for a sin tax on health issues and addiction. I am not fo

 I had another blog lined up for this week, edited and all. Something came up though, something I found more important so I am writing about it this week. This one isn't really edited its just me, expressing shit. I guess I have been lucky over the years. Yes I have lost people, great grandparents I am lucky enough to remember. My grandma, which really hurt. Some cousins, aunties, uncles and a few people I would say were not "friends" but maybe acquaintances. I am 42 now and I lost my first real friend. He was 40. If you read my old blogs or if you want you can go back and read some stuff on "Chad" that isn't his real name. I changed everyones names in those blogs but Chad is something he went by, we will get there. I can't believe how much it hurt to find out he was gone. For the last few years he moved out East and I found out he passed from a Facebook post. Or I guess he had passed as he wasn't named so I texted the person who posted it and yes he