A Musical Interlude

 

McCreesh is, in my opinion, a genius, you may think otherwise. Regardless, listen through to the fanfare and its perfect end, turn up your speakers whilst you're at it. ("Whilst" is anachronistic and wrong, see UK, Ed.) The music of Christendom moving into, tragically I think, another age. So be it. In the meanwhile, we have several tasks before us. Viz. 

Liberate the UK

Liberate Canada

Liberate Greenland from colonial oppressor Denmark

Reclaim the Panama Canal

 

To say nothing of draining our own swamp. Is this achievable? I think, for what little it's worth, that it'll take a miracle and that necessity will prove to be the mother of our invention. But your call should you care to make it.

Baroque,

LSP

Climate Change

 

Here's the thing, the land of the ice and snow was more like the land of t shirt and shorts for most of the past week. Obviously someone remembered to pay their carbon tax, and then they didn't. Yesterday dawned grey and chill, with the cold seeping into your Arctyrx fleece as a harbinger of things to come, Winter.

the climate has changed

So I took the young 'un out for an enormous burger at the Inglewood Diner, tasty, and prophesied, "Son, it feels like snow." He agreed, and sure enough that's exactly what happened. A biting wind kicked in at around 6 pm and white supremacy fell from the sky, indifferent to the fate of the oppressed.

random Canadian fridge magnet

"Look, Dad," exclaimed Junior LSP, "A winter wonderland!" And so it was, "Welcome to Narnia, Son." We spent the rest of the evening watching John Wick movies along with superlative Chinese food ordered up from Chinatown. Big fun.

brrrrr

Today dawned clear, crisp and bright, beautiful. Climate Change, you see, has its benefits and to celebrate this I shoveled the sidewalk and scraped ice off the car. Then SL's rig pulled up from High River and off we went to the airport, mission accomplished.

Stay Frosty,

LSP