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Since Canada day and American Independence Day I’ve been struggling with several things. I was once married to a Canadian army guy, I’ve had brothers in the U.S. army, and a brother in law in the army. I’ve always felt passionate about people who volunteer for causes that mean something to them. On July fourth Luke and I watched “The Patriot” and the passion that people had back then was cause to celebrate! I feel people forget why America celebrates their independence sometimes.

The people who have sacrificed and lost their lives for a cause of freedom and equality over the last hundred years I fear has been forgotten. We have days like remembrance day, Canada day, Independence Day and patriots day to celebrate those hero’s, and yet it’s turned into party’s with drunkards and fireworks.

The America’s was the place for people to come to, to escape tyranny and cruelty. It’s now turned into a place that creates discord and hatred. I find it interesting that Europe who was the tyrant is now more open to change than the Americas.

In Canada, we have a prime minister that says the veterans are asking to much. He also says we need to support the globe with aid for war torn countries. I’m at a loss with this premise, because he is not taking care of his own.

I grew up with helping people less privileged than us (and we literally were asking for donations to feed our family). My family always helped people. We never had much but if we had more than we needed, we gave. But the point is help your own, and if there’s more to share than by all means!

This last week has taken a toll on me in regards to all of this. My brother Chris had PTSD from his years of service in the US army and in his last hours called for help. He was not approached with understanding, but with violence. I morn him every day but this week with all the so called patriotism I’m at a loss. I’m angry at the system that makes young men and women feel they can do their part to maintain the freedoms most people in our countries take for granted. When they come back they are not celebrated but tossed aside.

Something has to change in both Canada and the States. Our forefathers built North America to allow for people to live free from tyranny and those who fight for that matter!!! Those who fight should be treated with way more respect than they are given. It’s a fucked up world out there and some people see the worst of it. We shouldn’t blame them or ignore them after they’ve gone to fight for everything we believe in.

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Just a thought or two

Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve noticed there’s this fascination with cults or followings or whatever lately in the media. Between shows like “Imposters” and “Handmaids tale” there’s a plethora of storylines that have something to do with people being manipulated into joining a group or a cause sometimes with or without consent. Even shows like “Game of Thrones”, people are “chosen” or forced into lives they lead. I find it a strange fascination.

I was born into a world that was unlike many others. Being born into something, sometimes takes you longer to see your world as different because you don’t know what else is out there. For some characters in these shows they’ve decided to be “in” that life but then there’s the ones who have no choice.

I suppose every family has their own ways of doing things, traditions and whatnot. Some probably more than others. Maybe the fascination comes from viewers living lives they don’t enjoy and having someone else control it interests them. Who knows.

Even apocalyptic type shows have been super popular over the last decade. I’m a huge fan of “Walking Dead” (even though I’m behind a season or two). I think even “Mr.Robot” has an end of world premise. This fascinates me as well. What is our cultures interest in these things? For me this apocalyptic type scenario would be like a do over. Everything that has been done until now is erased and we have to start anew. Without the governments, or the military hovering.


I don’t know why I’m writing about this per se but it came to mind so why not. I haven’t been faithful writing my thoughts down, even though some of them might not be that interesting. I feel that even if the topic isn’t grand I need to make it a habit to write every week.

Luke the pups and I are heading out to camp for the next three days, so I’ll blog about that next week. Happy Friday!

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Cinqo de mayo

I’ve lived in 4 countries in my almost 40 years of living. Two of which were Latino. I’ve been immersed in cultures and almost learned languages. Almost meaning I come from a French Canadian background and have a general knowledge of that language. As an adult I have tried Duolingo and Mango and Rosetta Stone but have never fully committed.

I have a pretty good understanding of Spanish in that I understand what I hear but cannot speak. With French I read and understand but when I hear it spoken I’m lost. When I try to reply to someone speaking to me in Spanish my brain does a sort of gibberish French/Spanish translation and so I have kept to speaking only English.

Today being the 5th of May or “Cinqo de mayo” which is a festival in Mexico. This day reminds me of my travels through these cultures. In Mexico “Cinqo de mayo” is actually a day where the country celebrates their independence from the French army. I am French Canadian and have lived in Latin countries, it’s a little ironic, don’t you think? (If you don’t get that reference…I don’t know what to say)

It’s funny that Americans think today is a drink margaritas day (which is what I’m doing right now). But if you look at history, today was literally a celebration of freedom. As North Americans we adapt culture when it best suits us.

Anyway…happy Cinqo de Mayo bitches! (That’s the margaritas talking)

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