Remembrance Day

I'm always conflicted on this day. I feel the sorrow of the families who lost fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, in the various wars. My dad never talked about the war, though his service eventually killed him, too - radiated while working on radar towers, he died of lymphoma. The blame was clear enough for him…

Remembering…but wishing we didn’t keep adding to those needing remembering…

It's Remembrance Day and I am filled with muddled emotions. I feel for all who served and died, all their families, all those who were harmed by war, on both sides. I don't want to take anything away from their sacrifices. But I detest the glorification of war. Maybe it's cos I just came from…

I’ve arrived! Or, Why calling people Hitler is so wrong…

Ooh, I'm so proud. Just in time for Movember, I've been equated with that most well-known of mustache wearers, Hitler. I feel honoured. After all, Obama and almost every social democrat existing has been equated (for some reason) with Hitler and fascism and communism and all that stuff, so I feel I'm in a good…