Now there’s an idea…

Chrystia Freeland Should Act As PM While Trudeau Investigated For WE Charity Deal: Bloc Québécois Leader Yves-François Blanchet

OTTAWA — Prime Minister Justin Trudeau needs to temporarily step aside and let his deputy, Chrystia Freeland, take over while he remains at the centre of another ethics investigation, the Bloc Québécois said Thursday.

Bloc Québécois Leader Yves-François Blanchet made the suggestion shortly after it was first revealed by Canadaland that members of the Trudeau family were paid tens of thousands of dollars to speak at WE Charity events.

He added his party would offer “full collaboration” in Parliament with the Liberal minority government if Freeland temporarily takes over.

“Because for the time being, he cannot be considered as being qualified to keep doing the job,” he said of the prime minister, who is now being investigated by the federal ethics commissioner for the third time.

Blanchet’s endorsement for Freeland doesn’t come as a surprise. The Bloc leader spoke highly of the deputy prime minister , suggesting that it’s her time to shine.  

“I had the impression of speaking more with a leader than I was speaking with Mr. Trudeau many times.”

Excerpted from :
Zi-Ann Lum Politics Reporter, HuffPost Canada article 07/10/2020

THE GO TO MINISTER

Question…?

ATLANTIC/NEWS

Relatives, legal experts say Nova Scotia should begin work on inquiry into mass killing

Published Monday, April 27, 2020

IT IS NOW JULY 8,2020

Where Is The Inquiry?

HALIFAX — A coalition of groups devoted to eliminating gender-based violence across Canada is urging Ottawa and Nova Scotia to refrain from using a restorative justice approach for a promised inquiry into the mass killing that claimed 22 lives in the Maritime province.

a strange and bitter crop…

Strange Fruit” is a song recorded by Billie Holiday in 1939 and released as a single on the Commodore label. Originally written as a poem by Abel Meeropol . Holiday first performed the song at Café Society in Greenwich Village in 1939.

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

Performing the song at Café Society in Greenwich Village,Holliday said that singing it made her fearful of retaliation but, because its imagery reminded her of her father, she continued to sing the piece, making it a regular part of her live performances. Holiday would close with it; the waiters would stop all service in advance; the room would be in darkness except for a spotlight on Holiday’s face; and there would be no encore. 

Source: Wikipedia :Strange Fruit

Crystal Ball supplier disappoints…

With the pundits profuse touting of the Crystal Ball Futures product, Court Painter was doubly assured by the company literature that any paintings he created of future events through the aid of crystal gazing , would unfold as value added painterly predictions and hold up to any contemporary scrutiny in the future as it became present. Moving from the past where things were predicted into the future, the present has arrived and Court Painter has been forced to dump on the open art market, a series of past predictive images presently gone sour and of diminished value…currently!

“We undertook the use of the Crystal Ball Futures product in good faith as an aid in building up an Oracle Series of inventory based on crystal ball gazing and wishful thinking. We were proven wrong!” sobbed Press Attache A Hardon MacKay at an emotional press briefing.

He went on to say through a veil of tears that after this ill fated venture of predicting the future through art, Court Painter would now return to his traditional real time method of “capturing the present… the immediate,…the moment … the ever present…as we know it. The future sadly is for prognosticators and pundits not brush wielding practitioners rooted in the now!”

Note: Court Painter was obligated under the purchase agreement to include a Crystal Ball Futures product placement in each painting.

Last ditch effort…

Commando Cody, the masked Sky Marshall of The Universe has been called out of retirement to make a last ditch effort to persuade the mask deniers to give it a try and protect humanity from their rancid breath and attitude.

Commando Cody seen preparing for his sales pitch.

Commando Cody issued a statement,”I wear a mask to protect myself from others and to protect others from myself. My career has been better for it and as a matter of fact , I have another mask that improves the aerodynamics when I fly.”

Commando Cody seen in full flight!
Two mask deniers seen listening skeptically to the sales pitch.
Commando Cody thinks he may have broken through with one of them.

In spite of Commando Cody’s persuasive efforts he has yet to penetrate the inner sanctum of The Mask Denier Supreme.(He’s the one in the fancy robes)

The Mask Denier Supreme
The Mask Denier Supreme seen with Attorney General Enabler.
The Mask Denier Supreme seen with a former mask denier.
The Mask Denier Supreme seen with a friend out on parole.
The Mask Denier Supreme seen with The Scum of the Earth
Court Painter seen in studio wearing a mask.

A Poem for Now …


House In the World


I’m looking for a house
In the world
Where the white shadows
Will not fall.
There is no such house,
Dark brothers,
No such house
At all.


Originally Published: March 25th, 2008..

Major Jackson (born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) is an American poet and professor. He is the author of five collections of poetry: The Absurd Man (W.W. Norton, 2020), Roll Deep (W.W. Norton, 2015), Holding Company (W.W. Norton, 2010) and Hoops (W.W. Norton, 2006), finalist for an NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literature-Poetry, and Leaving Saturn (University of Georgia, 2002), winner of the 2000 Cave Canem Poetry Prize[1] and finalist for a National Book Critics Award Circle.