“Every killer should have the right to his own rope in his cell. They can decide whether to live.”
... Senator Pierre-Hugues Boisvenu

“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity” ... George Orwell

There’s an awful lot I don’t know.
I can’t tell you how many times a week the Lady Barbara asks me a question, and I say to her, “I don’t know.”
There seems to be so much going on that doesn’t make any sense.
Especially in politics.
Like, why is it that so many Americans are backing the looney and disgraced Newt Gingrinch as the Republican nominee to run against Barack Obama in the forthcoming presidential elections?
Or, why does the Ghiz government want to rip up acres and acres of peaceful PEI farmland so big trucks can drive faster to Charlottetown (when driving faster tends to provoke more accidents) just to save maybe 10 minutes of travel time?

“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity” ... George Orwell

There’s an awful lot I don’t know.
I can’t tell you how many times a week the Lady Barbara asks me a question, and I say to her, “I don’t know.”
There seems to be so much going on that doesn’t make any sense.
Especially in politics.
Like, why is it that so many Americans are backing the looney and disgraced Newt Gingrinch as the Republican nominee to run against Barack Obama in the forthcoming presidential elections?
Or, why does the Ghiz government want to rip up acres and acres of peaceful PEI farmland so big trucks can drive faster to Charlottetown (when driving faster tends to provoke more accidents) just to save maybe 10 minutes of travel time?

Not to enlighten one who can be enlightened is to waste a man; to enlighten one who cannot be enlightened is to waste words. The intelligent man neither wastes his man or his words.” ... Confucius

“ If a man is right, he can’t be too radical; if he is wrong, he can’t be too conservative.” ... American Humourist Henry Wheeler Shaw

I cannot for the life of me imagine that the country folk of this blessed isle will react with fulsome cheers over the revelation that their Liberal government has been very liberal indeed in presuming to divert one million big ones from a fund supposed to help them, to build a concert site within the environs of the City of Charlottetown, just on the city side of the bridge across Charlottetown Harbour.
Now we are not talking here about some old pasture field out in the Royalties, absorbed by the city during the craze for amalgamation, wherein several dandy goose fields came under city jurisdiction and goose hunters were unceremoniously chased as being a threat to the citizenry.
No siree bob, we are talking here about a choice bit of city property owned by the CADC, a property literally at the foot of the bridge.

I cannot for the life of me imagine that the country folk of this blessed isle will react with fulsome cheers over the revelation that their Liberal government has been very liberal indeed in presuming to divert one million big ones from a fund supposed to help them, to build a concert site within the environs of the City of Charlottetown, just on the city side of the bridge across Charlottetown Harbour.
Now we are not talking here about some old pasture field out in the Royalties, absorbed by the city during the craze for amalgamation, wherein several dandy goose fields came under city jurisdiction and goose hunters were unceremoniously chased as being a threat to the citizenry.
No siree bob, we are talking here about a choice bit of city property owned by the CADC, a property literally at the foot of the bridge.

So welcome to the Year of Our Lord 2012, and who can predict just what an uncertain future holds.
Our special treat this Christmas, was to be invited by good friends to accompany them to the performance of Gian Carlo Menotti’s one act opera - Ahmal and the Night Visitors at the Cornwall United Church, staged by a local group, Coro Dolce.
The outing was noteworthy if for no other reason that it was the first time out of the house for several weeks for the Lady Barbara, now recuperating from shoulder replacement surgery, and getting a tad testy about her infirmity now and then.
In any case, we joined a full house in the church for the final of four performances of what has come to be regarded as a Christmas classic, originally commissioned for the television program sponsored by the Hallmark card people back in 1951, and good on them.

It is that time of year when the turkey soup and turkey hash, and any one or more of the 101 ways to dispose of the Christmas turkey have been employed, when, in the recollections of Dylan Thomas, the uncles have snoozed the afternoon away and a new year is about to begin, at once full with promise and apprehension in about the same measure.
And so we look back and say farewell, even as we try to peer through the veils of the future in usually vain attempts to discern what’s ahead.
But anyhow here’s the Old Curmudgeon Awards for the heroes and the putzes of the year just past with a peek at what’s to come.

A peek at what’s to come in 2012