Tales From The Shelter – 5 or 6
It’s Canada Day today and Maggie hauled me out to Canada Place to see some festivities, which included live music, Coast Guard rescue stuff and throngs of people. We lost each other, which was fine because I was happy lifting various gun and shell shooters , trying on an army helmut and sad because the line ups for the mock flight cockpit and tank were too long. Maggie had a beer and I think she was aiming for more then that.
Retarded Martha is happy because she went to another ‘fake uncle dying funeral’. She got to ask and get attention about what to wear to her uncle’s funeral, but I remembered she said her uncle died a couple of months ago. I think she likes the attention from the people in the building here, plus then actually goes to a funeral, not knowing the deceased, and eats all the food at the reception. No doubt she has a few packs of Fairmont Hotel matches with her and tells everyone she lives in Point Grey. And just how many people would really care? I suppose one is enough for Martha.
I can’t say I was a genuine participant of Canada Day…I went to get out of the building , otherwise it’s just a foolish and harmful celebration because there isn’t really a Canada, it’s comprised of unceded First Nations land and Rule of Law has never been followed regarding Queen Ann’s Royal Order, making Canada in fraud and treason unto itself. There’s no country to celebrate, but that’s too difficult for some to digest and ever since Sheila Copps handed out Canadian flags a decade ago we look as patriotic as U.S. citizens….not quite the hoopla of the forth of July, but good enough for a quieter bunch.
Rachel just got housing. That means she’s outta here and I am happy about that. She must be hard of hearing as has the loudest voice in the world. She is also the type who puts ‘honey’ or ‘sweety’ into her sentences when she addresses someone, and that’s just plain annoying as comes across as so patronizing. I told her not to do that – firmly – she’s taken heed.
Every time she mentions she’s Jewish I want to cringe. What, what does this mean that she’s Jewish? How does her being Jewish fit into life in a bloody building for the homeless anymore then someone being Catholic or Muslim or Buddhist? Just be Rachel, that’s all. We know you’re Jewish.
The egos of some easily adopt expressions and sayings as their own, and with Rachel it has always been to the point where the comments of others get claimed by her, so she’s repeating what we said to ourselves, only it’s as though she made them up herself. I recommend two humility tablets and call me in the morning.
We were dissapointed last night that we couldn’t see the Canada Day fireworks from our smoking balcony. We expected at the very least to be able to see the reflection in some of Vancouver’s abysmally architected buildings of glass and cement but the only real shot we got other then some flashes of white light were when the glass in the steeple of the Catholic church across the way reflected a dazzling red that spoke of Satan. We laughed but somehow it was creepy.
Earlier in the day I rode my bike along Granville Street, in the blocks that restrict traffic. It’s wonderful having this length of road for pedestrians , cyclists and boarders only. There were strips of artificial lawn taped down in several spots and I asked a city sanitation worker what they were for. The young man said he didn’t know, but guessed they had something to do with the Canada Day Parade. I said , “maybe people will stop there and drag their asses just like dogs do when they have worms’. He didn’t laugh.
I had two sparklers someone gave me and we lit them while the fire works were on, and lit our lighters and waived them in the air. There’s something very strange about a group of mostly recovering addicts living in a building for the homeless , paying some kind of hommage to Canada. I guess we can think , ‘At least this isn’t Haiti” or something like that, but to live in a nation of richness where a province has cut services like physio therapy and dental to the needy and a city who is turning housing dedicated to the homeless that was constructed for the Olympic Athletes into market housing because the property is too valuable is all a bit bizarre.
As Stehpen Harper searches for a new Governor General, I hope he doesn’t appoint another Michaelle Jean. She just does not like First Nations and chooses her own people over the country she was supposed to act as liason for the Queen to. Wonder if ER II realizes the errs of Ms. Jean? The Queen is in the country as I write this, maybe we could get her to adopt some abused corgies from the home of an upper class cruelty farm for animals and children? Then she could bring them to visit all the children Stephen and Laureen have adopted from women in developing nations who couldn’t afford abortions. It would be a fun day; they could have tea and biscuits together and praise the almighty lord Jesus. Maybe Jesus would show up with a rescue cat.