Showing posts from October, 2020

Dad, Can You Tell Me a Danny Story? Episode 1

"Dad, can you please tell me a Danny story?"
Such is the daily request from my four year old daughter every night before bed. "Danny" being me - when I was just a wee lad - and the stories are the real-life adventures young Danny encountered. And so I begin every night with a "Danny was a good little boy, and always very..." 
They fill in the blank. "Curious!" "Hungry!" "Bad!" Then the story begins.
Last night my daughter had a further request. "You should make a book of Danny stories." Hmmm... maybe I will. But how? Perhaps I can start writing them down on this my personal blog, and collect them later. Let's try one for size, shall we?
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Danny was a good little boy, and always very... interesting.
It was a rare day. The actual day on the calendar said Good Friday, which I suppose is not so rare, being a yearly occurrence and all. But it was a beautiful, warm, and sunny Good Friday, which was almost unheard of whe…

Trudeau and the Final Straw

Pre-Covid, Canada was like a man person on a mission. The goal was to banish all plastic straws. I believe the logic was such: straws kill polar bears. And so, more of the unreal ensued. Schools, in particular, became the breeding ground for such environmental madness.
Enter coronavirus.
Suddenly masks have become the flavour of the day for Canadian "values". Wear masks or kill grandma. It sounds harsh. But wear masks or kill polar bears can't be used, because such a phrase would be dripping in glacial-melted irony. You see, masks are everywhere. I do not refer simply to human faces. I mean they are in every ditch, river, and piece of the world that would otherwise be occupied with straws. Masks are literally littered everywhere - they are the new straws. 
So what a predicament. How can Canada attempt to ban straws to protect the environment when they also mandate masks everywhere... 

Enter Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau with the solution: We will ban not only straws…

One Year Ago: Vatican Idol

One year ago today I came home from Mass and adoration and was feeling pretty good. I turned on my computer and was presented with this: I felt sick. This was maybe the grossest moment I’ve ever experienced as a Catholic. Needless to say, if the past 12 months are any indication, I don’t think God has been too pleased either.