Some pastor in the US said Saturday May 21^st 2011 was the Rapture or judgment day and at about 6 pm there were reports of volcanoes, quakes and other seismic activity coming in. Of course the twitter-sphere thought we were reaching our ultimate end and I realized these reports or signs of the coming apocalypse have been coming in for months now along with the dead fish and other animals.

I also realized that we’re obsessed about the end of the world because we believe we have done something wrong. The second coming is coming because the kids have left their rooms like a pig sty and made a mess all over the place. It’s gotten so bad the house may need to be completely renovated to be fit to live in. Frankly if I was the parents in that situation I would want to know what sort of plans these guys have for keeping the place clean and sustainable if I give them a new place.

The world’s in the shitter and if we do get that chance from our creator what plan do we have in place to keep our home livable for ourselves and all the creatures here. Green is a cute trendy topic but do we really have the balls to do what is necessary. Can we give up cars, long flights and food from all over the world? Can we really live locally? I’m talking about some gourmet wet dream but a practical solution for people of all social classes. Can we turn back the clock to a time before oil maybe the mid 1800’s? Can we live with a small closet and just a few outfits. There are many things that can be done but won’t except in a very minimalist way; lots of hype but very little results. Lots of conferences, lots of parties but very little will be done to this filthy room; just discussion. I think that’s why people like the second coming because it’s so definitive to this uncertain future. It also scares us into thinking about the future and what we want from it.

I guess I already live a frugal and local life to some extent as I’m on a very small income. My world is small and I don’t go to too many things due to cost. I live close to home and my pleasures are small a cup of coffee and maybe some good homemade corn bread. I go see my autistic son Boris as often as I can and pray that there will always be services for him. We are running out of time and should be waking up to what T Rex and his friends learned millions of years ago. The world is changing and we are not. Our father’s house has many mansions but why do we keep messing them up. We have been given such beauty and vast resources enough for all our needs and we have blown it. Do we deserve another chance I don’t know? Maybe another species can do a better job or maybe we can find something other than greed to motivate ourselves. Most people will keep their heads in the sand till they can’t any longer and call people like me nuts for seeing through the illusions of this so called life.

This is an except of the Globe and Mail:

ELECTION: This is why I’m voting for Rob Ford

KELLY GRANT

From Saturday’s Globe and Mail

Name: Connie Harrison

Age: 55

Occupation: Student and volunteer, currently on the Ontario Disability Support Program

Neighbourhood: St. Jamestown

My ride: Walking, riding the TTC

My last mayoral vote: David Miller in 2006 and 2003.

My political identity: “Left-of-centre.”

My top issue: Improvements to Toronto Community Housing and city shelters

Connie Harrison says with a laugh that she knows she’s not a typical Rob Ford supporter.

A mother of three grown children, including a severely autistic son, Ms. Harrison is a part-Aboriginal cancer survivor who lives in a social-housing tower in the blighted St. Jamestown projects north of Cabbagetown.

In other words, she benefits from precisely the kind of public programs that could fall under the axe in a Ford administration. But she’s sure that if Mr. Ford were wielding the blade he’d have the guts to tell her straight that cuts were coming. That endears him to her.

“His language is plain and blunt and to the point,” she said. “He doesn’t use words like ‘partnership,’ ‘engage,’ ‘liaison,’ all the fluff words we’re using over the last decade that were probably invented by consultants so they could charge more money.”

The Etobicoke councillor’s style is infinitely preferably to David Miller’s, she says, citing one of the outgoing mayor’s legacy programs to retrofit concrete high-rises across the city.

“Oh god, if I could show you some city documents from the recent tower renewal, it’s all just fluff language to make people get baffled,” she said. “It’s a softener for the gentrification that’s coming in. I just wish people would say, ‘Guess what, guys? You’re being gentrified. Your buildings are probably all going to be torn down in a few years, so start planning now.’ I wish someone had the balls to tell me that. I think Ford would.”

Having seen up close some of the programs the city runs for the needy, Ms. Harrison is incensed at the waste and inefficiency, something she believes only Mr. Ford could change. His “frugality” is one of her favourite things about him. She likes that he supports portable rent subsidies to cut down Toronto Community Housing’s legendarily long waiting list.

This is my Response to Myself 1 year later.

Mayor Ford

Over a year ago I voted for you in the hopes that you would help clean up the mess that is TCHC and help defend the vulnerable tenants. As a TCHC tenant at that time I felt I had no voice with the former mayor and the city councillor. All of our concerns were just ignored and I actually felt bullied by the TCHC and the former city government. So what do you do when you are being bullied you call in a tough guy to chase the bully away and make things right. That’s what I wanted you to do. Make things right for the people of TCHC who depend on this housing as their precarious perch in this city.

I was thrilled when you kicked out that previous board that had presided over the misery with heartlessness and indifference. I waited with great anticipation for reforms and restructuring that would actually make a difference. What I got was a new board full of real estate people who didn’t seem to want things to change but were content for the buildings to remain derelict and bug ridden The Lesage Report was obviously forgotten as more senior tenants were threatened with eviction and only by the action of reporters were these matters brought to light

TCHC is still a horrible mess and selling a few properties at fire sale prices will not fix this. It will just be a few drops back into the bucket and assets lost forever. I propose that there be a moratorium on all sales until we have a clear picture of where we are going with public housing and what is needed to make it happen. It may be that TCHC has to be broken up into workable components and that more portable subsidies have to come on line. But for now an exploration committee should be set up to explore what this future looks like The current picture is a nightmare so it may take a lot of work to see who needs to be brought on board and how this discussion will be carried out. Mayor Ford you cannot shoot up Dodge City and say sell sell sell you have to work to make it viable. It’s not a Lego set; its buildings with living breathing people and it’s in bad need of reform that will make Toronto the good livable city it once was where people of all incomes could live.

Get moving on this new super committee that will have a timeline and deliver results but in the meantime leave housing alone till a plan is proposed.

A very frightening account about what is happening to our most vulnerable

I was going to write about the economy and the earthquakes but something has happened to rock the world in a very profound way. A man from Texas has shaken up the power elites and has them on the run. Like leaders in times of crisis, a man Rob Morrow; has stepped up to tell the public about the foul goings on of Rick Perry a contender for the Republican nomination. Mr. Morrow has raised the issue that Mr. Perry is not the clean wholesome man he would appear to be but someone who has affairs and hangs out with strippers. Those activities are fine for single men but not for somebody who is bible thumping and hoping to govern this nation.

We have had too many polite people that refuse to speak or disseminate the truth. People are afraid to rock the boat for fear of their jobs, friends and reputation. Even people are afraid of physical harm from the power elites. The U.S. is in a horrible mess on all sides, the next person to govern must be honest compassionate and reliable. We can’t afford to make a mistake and put somebody forward for this critical nomination that does not have a moral compass.

Take it from me if you have read any of my previous articles on my family. Lies and secrets are deadly and the damage done lasts for decades. People in power have learned they can abuse others with impunity because of silence and cover-ups .The media has been cowardly and now with the internet the blogs have given us freedom to fight for a higher standard in our political lives.

Robert Morrow is an educated and refined person with so much heart to take on this political Goliath. He is also a kind and sensitive person and would not do this for just the sake of cheap gossip but to save the country from another ruinous regime. I spent my formative years around Croatians and they have lots of heroes like matija gubec and Peter Zrnski. Men who fought oppression and were willing to die for freedom. Vitez is the word for knight and I can think of no better word for Robert Morrow than knight in any language. Just as his truth is sweeping the globe in every language and those who want to have the truth are reading and thinking. That’s how the America I knew started from such men. Let’s support Robert Morrow in his struggle for us.

For more information check out this link

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/have-you-ever-had-sex-with-rick-perry-ron-paul-supporter-behind-racy-new-ad-talk-with-the-blaze/

http://stuffedsuits.com/news/national-politics/721-fraud-rick-perry-is-political-herpes

Extreme weather like floods, sandstorms and the heat that has caused massive wild fires around the world seem to be on the news daily. Lately a big fire in the pine forests of Brac island in Croatia and 100’s of wildfires in Northern Ontario. Livestock in the Southwest are dropping like flies and even camels are dying in Somalia; Drought and flood both of biblical proportions.

These events taken individually seem to be like normal acts of nature but if looked at as a whole point to a devastating turn for the health of the planet and its occupants. You only have to go as far as your local grocery store to see the effect on vegetables and fruits arriving at the store in an already rotten state. As well the small quantities of really good produce that is making it to the store >for instance in previous seasons there has been lots of good cheap zucchini both green and yellow, lots of salad greens, radishes and green onions. They are available at the store but the prices have gone up to the point where if a family wishes to eat healthy they must sacrifice in other areas to do so This will affect other areas of the economy as people choose between good food and recreation/clothes or some other non-essential. In poorer families they will just pile on the carbs which will lead to bad health and more tax dollars on health care.

What is causing this problem; Total disrespect for the planet and refusal to own up to the face we have a very big problem on our hands. None of the politicians will do anything that will slightly discomfort the voters. They don’t want to tell the voters we are on the very last varicose veined legs of an economic, societal and planetary collapse. All it will take is a quick succession of crippling events for the whole house to fall over. In the US the debt keeps getting worse and the massive cuts will further bring the country to ruin as well open the door open for a type of leadership typical  of the last century People on the bottom rungs are furious and even though they may not matter too much to the elites they may shift from the computer in the basement to the streets. What does this have to do with the weather? Plenty! Crop damage from climate and fires is mounting and prices are soaring and at some point food will be too costly for most and rationing may begin either through prices or government mandate. Fiat currency would be dead at this point globally and local economies could emerge if smart governments would let them but I’m not banking on that I’m betting it will be business as usual. Let’s punish anybody who tries to fix the problem by home gardening or even by free assembly as people in Gould Arkansas tried. It will be another war, another law, more torture until it can’t be done anymore. I was in hot pursuit of my mom’s mom (Princess of Volusia) and I will give it my best shot but somehow she’s fading in the background as I know for sure we aren’t going anywhere. Keep stacking and keep prepping because that’s all that’s left

I’ve been hearing a lot about bitcoins lately as part of the new digital and community building currency. All very altruistic and I don’t buy it for a second no more than I would believe the bs of a Toronto poverty czar. I think its building up to be a pump and dump. A lot of hype has gone into building up its value but to use it you must have the technology and someone who is also using it. It is not universal and does not have the long and treasured history of silver and gold. The price of bit coins has fallen badly over the last few days and some of the ones hyping it have slunk off into the shadows. They were all front and centre trying to convince people to buy but n not a peep. Remember what I said the other day buy Silver Wheaton and Wheaton terriers both a good buy.

I think at a point very soon most of our lives will be very regimented by the state. What we buy and sell on line will be known to them and possibly could be confiscated if the debt situation hits really critical. Look at Forex and paper silver. I’m not too happy with that as its the state interfering with business and trying to hurt small people Also the internet is becoming regulated to the point it may not be a viable means to do anything. The power may also be on and off so again how can this bitcoins be useful if there is no way to transact business. We are in very bad time’s folks and we need to understand the government is not your friend. Keep stacking and stacking and if you have to hide it to keep the buzzards off it do that.

If something seems too good to be true it usually is like cash for your gold jewelry and Ponzi’s schemes there is no free lunch.

Back in the 2003 my mother Pat Harrison sent me an envelope full of documents regarding her life. Running the gamut; from her modeling, her activism with women’s rights and her comedy routine with Robin Tyler. I was lucky enough to catch her show back in the late 1970’s in Winnipeg. She did her famous Delta Dawn routine and the crowd was hysterical. She is one funny lady, a great actress and comic. I never got a chance to have a relationship with her as old biases and the circumstances of both our births got in the way.

We both were born bastards and raised as the foster daughters of Mrs. Paul the tax collector of Volusia County. Both of us had questions about where we came from. Mrs. Paul was a tough old democrat and local politician. She had gone to Columbia to study economics back in a time when woman were still in the kitchen. When her dad died in office she took over as the tax collector. She was active in social welfare and was on the democrat women’s speakers bureau during one of Roosevelt’s campaigns. Active in politics and business she was tough as nails and expected everything to be ship shape. Mom and me grew up in the shadow of this woman who in my eyes was the proto Hilary.

Both of us ended up in activism the sort of activism that springs from deep oppression; hers was women’s rights and mine housing and poverty. So close yet unable to connect as mistrust had built up on both sides over the years. Yet she sent me all this information like bread crumbs in the forest leading me to the truth. She for some reason cannot speak this truth but I will and will bring her heritage and mine into the light of day. She also sent a DNA report of her ethnic background. I am having mine done soon as well as a Haplo group testing at a European lab (haplo group testing traces maternal DNA over time to the most far back ancestor)

At the time these reports were sent she told me Claude Pepper was her uncle and she was very proud of him. And that I should read about him. I have and now am trying to prove her relationship to the Pepper family and why was she sent away. Was it for a good reason or was it just offloading a bastard child. I have a rare skin illness, bad b12 problem (pernicious anemia actually) and one boy with autism .What is in my gene pool because all I know is that all the life guards seemed to be off duty. So my life quest continues and this report is just one more part of the jigsaw puzzle. On one side of the Pepper family there is an Indian woman named Jemina Narcissus. Did I get my slightly oriental eyes and black hair from her and my bad jaw from the rest of them? I’m here and I’m not going away until I crack this 75 year old cold case and proudly put my family tree down for my descendants .Because it’s important to know where you came from and realize you are the final product of many unique people. I am in Canada now and will not likely go back but my roots in the US shaped me and gave me the strength to be the person I am and will be. Mom if you’re listening I’m ready for the truth

My mom Pat Harrison is an orphan or unwanted child. She came to the household of Mrs. Cornelia Paul when she was about ten .The state census of Florida have her listed with that family in 1945.There are no previous records I can find. I have heard many stories about how she came to the Paul home and most of them I believe are lies. I was told that she was found abandoned in a garbage can at a hotel or that she came from a orphanage full of lice and only was given oatmeal to eat. Another one of her stories was that she was living with a group of children somewhere in the red clay of Georgia. Yet my own birth certificate gives her place of birth as California and later documents would show March 19th as her birth date.

She was a beautiful girl and the photos I am posting will attest to it. Pictures are of her with her horse, her modeling and later activism/comedy routines. She was active in sports and horseback riding and had a great love for animals When I was young I saw the sports clothes she had left behind in one of the spare rooms When I was young I used to wander those rooms hoping to figure things out back then. I am still trying to figure this puzzle out all these years later.

When she was 14 she left Daytona to go to St Mary’s School. I have evidence of that in a newspaper article about her going away party and I have some of her report cards from these schools she went to such as Staunton Hall Virginia. I always wondered who was paying for all these schools as my grandmother said we were broke. The other girls in the house had been cared for and educated as well.  I also wonder why my mother who never really cared for my sent me these small snippets of her life as if they were bread crumbs in the forest leading me where? But this is the evidence I have and this is what I must follow to see if I can find her heritage and mine.

After her high school graduation she went to Baltimore to study acting at a little theatre run by a cousin. It was in that city in the summer of 1954 that she became pregnant with me. Here’s where things get really confusing. Her marriage certificate says she was married to Frank Harrison in November yet in December Mrs. Paul announces her wedding took place in August. They lived briefly in Daytona in an apt supplied by my grandmother. It would take a year before I was baptized in a rather hap hazard fashion with my official father missing. My mother would leave the scene shortly herself for New York. I have one article listing certain ladies as my godparents yet years later there would be new people on the record as if it had been changed. I started life as Connie Paul yet as the years went by it morphed into Harrison. I was fed two stupid stories about my background. One was that Frank Harrison was my dad and the other story was that an unknown Eskimo or Inuit man was my dad as a result of a brief fling she had with a navy man. When my old aunt was in her cups I would hear a darker version involving a prominent man who had taken advantage of Mother.

So the princess of Volusia had fled leaving behind her daughter with the old tax collector. The tax collector was lonely and had nobody to talk to about the entire nasty goings on in the county so the little girl would listen to these stories hoping to hear some truth. I have no idea what would have happened if Mrs. Paul had not died in that car crash in Georgia. I think I died there with her as I was soon cast off by the relatives. That time would be the beginning of a downward spiral for me as I had no center of gravity any more. So events of the 1930’s did have an effect on the life of a girl in 1968 and led me in the end to Canada to map out a new life