Merry Christmas

If someone was to ask me what my favourite 

childhood book had been I would tell them it was 

"Hurlbut's Story of the Bible" by the Rev. J. Hurlbut.

Hurlbut strikes me as an amusing name now but in 

1959 in my part of the world the sound of the word 

'but' didn't conjure up pictures of bare bottoms - it 

was still just a conjunction.

Anyway I read those Bible stories over and over and 

over.

And I still love them. 

I especially love the story of a baby meant to bring 

hope to a weary world, born of a virgin mother on 

the winter solstice, visited by angels, shepherds

and wise men who were led by a Star.

It just doesn't get much better than that.

And so with my own heart full of hope I wish 

everyone joy and peace this Christmas season.

Secnarf on Senate Reform

This week I was again able to catch up with Secnarf, last remaining member of the Rhinoceros Party of Canada and candidate for Prime Minister in the October Federal election.  Here is a transcript of the interview:

Francie: Secnarf, what is your policy regarding 

Senate reform?

Secnarf: Well Francie, as you know I've always 

been in favour of an all female elected Senate.  I 

would call it 'The Hall of the Matriarchs'.

Francie: So the lower chamber would be for men 

exclusively?

Secnarf:   It would be for anyone who believes the 

good behaviour of an elected member of the nation's 

parliament includes burping, farting, scratching 

themselves, dragging their knuckles  across the

floor, posturing aggressively and hurling loutish 

insults at other members without listening to a word 

anyone else has to say.

Francie:  I see. And upon what would you base this?

Secnarf:  It was the Iroquois way.

Francie: But the Iroquois matriarchs were able to 

control the warriors by withholding food.

Secnarf: Exactly. That is why the Hall of the 

Matriarchs would have the keys to the House of 

Commons.  Nobody would get to the cafeteria or the 

bathroom until some work was done.

Francie:  Two votes for every woman, an elected all 

female Senate, a House of Commons starved into 

submission.  I like it.

Secnarf:  It is the wave of the future!

Remember folks, 

VOTE SECNARF

It is a vote for a politician who looks

like a Cabinet Minister nobody

remembers anymore! And that's a

good thing.

The Emancipation of Women

Yesterday I came across a pro hijab post which 

presented that particular head covering as a feminist 

accoutrement intended to free Muslim women from 

being objectified as sex objects.  It was presented 

by an sexy young woman in a hijab and perfect 

makeup.

The next post was Rex Murphy's point of view on the 

National. Rex says the hijab/niqab controversy is a 

tempest in a teacup meant to distract us from the 

real issues of the election.  But that  sweeps the 

political reality of what is happening 

under the rug and ignores the ugly passion 

the topic often generates at the grassroots level.  

Third came a picture of Steven Harper above the 

caption "I would never ask my daughter to cover her 

face because she is a woman."

I don't know if he really said that but if he did, well, 

here's the news Mr. Harper : it isn't about you.

Most disturbing was the last post I saw yesterday 

which depicted women as the enemy. It showed a 

crowd of Muslim women fists raised in anger 

and read (more or less), "You leave your shit 

hole of a country and come here and complain 

because our laws aren't the same as the shit hole

laws you escaped from."   

I don't know what the answer is except to say that 

in a better world the clothes a woman puts on in the 

morning would be of no interest to anyone but 

herself.

The emancipation of the Earth's women will be the 

greatest struggle of the 21st century.  

***

Secnarf Wants Your Vote

Word reached me yesterday that Secnarf, last remaining member of the Rhinoceros Party of Canada, has declared her candidacy for Prime Minister in the October Federal election.  I managed to reach her last night.



Francie:  Secnarf! How's that thing with the electronic ankle bracelet going?

Secnarf: A complete misunderstanding.  I have never stalked Justin Trudeau.

Francie:  He found you in his bedroom closet.

Secnarf:  Lies.  All lies.

Francie:  You were singing, 'Oh Canada' in French.

Secnarf:  Absolute fuddle duddle! 

Francie:  Well okay then, Secnarf, let's talk about your policies.

Secnarf: As usual I'm campaigning on the 'two votes for every woman' platform.  

My campaign manager Isabella King and I believe it is the only way to bring peace and stability to the country.

Francie: Isabella King is your campaign manager?

Hasn't Mckenzie King's mother been dead since 1917?

Secnarf:  Hey! She got us through World War II!

And when I'm elected Prime Minister I plan to put her in charge oh the cabinet.

Francie: So Canada's cabinet meetings will be seances?

Secnarf: Great Idea, eh?  They'll be way more fun than the ones they have now.  

Anyway I have to go. Pat and I are meeting to discuss the environment.

Francie:   Please don't tell me you mean 'Pat' Mckenzie King's dog...

Secnarf:   Gotta run! Bye! And don't forget:  

A VOTE FOR SECNARF IS A VOTE FOR THE ONLY POLITICIAN WHO LOOKS LIKE A CABINET MINISTER THAT NOBODY REMEMBERS ANYMORE EXCEPT THAT SHE DRANK EXPENSIVE ORANGE JUICE
AND CHARGED THE TAXPAYER.

Goose, Moose... What's the Difference?

Okay so I posted this picture of my brother today on face book and informed the world he was goose hunting.

I also e-mailed a copy of it to him figuring he would be thrilled to see himself immortalized in oil pastels.

If he was he didn't say.

He rather curtly informed me that is a moose hunting rifle he is holding.

Jeesh, goose, moose.  

He's lucky I knew it was a gun.


Anyway the picture is called "A James Bay Morning".


My brother taught school in Moose Factory for 25 years and married a local girl - my most wonderful sister-in-law!

The Swampy Cree hunt moose and always have.  

And they also hunt goose.  I know this for a fact ... but I digress.

The point I'm trying to make is that this is not sport hunting, it is hunting for food and is part of the traditional lifestyle of the people who live around James Bay.

So a picture that could so easily give viewers an ominous feeling has a quiet watchful sense about it.


Unless you happen to be a moose that is.