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A Marine Passes

A Marine Passes

At 1:58 am on 15 May, 2017 an American Marine passed on. To some that man was and will always be, more than a Marine.

Being a United States Marine didn’t define what the man was. Being a Marine was a part of what made up the whole man.

The man had a tough go before the irony that is the illness that eventually took his life got him. Irony in abundance. He fought the good fight with dignity and grace. Never gave up. I’m sure he thought of it as we all would in that situation. He carried on out of a love of life and family. The duty he believed was owed to himself and his family.

No one would have faulted him had he chose to move along to the next plain of his own volition. He endured that much. He cared that much to soldier on.

This man was given the last rites in Vietnam. He was subjected to derision at the very least for having gone to Vietnam when he returned home. He came home with issues and worked on those issues.

Much later on in life, he was stricken with cancer and the belief is that “Agent Orange” was the culprit. There’s your irony. It took his own country to do what the enemy couldn’t.

A number of years ago that man and I were out somewhere when I was down in Rhode Island working out some of my own issues. I do remember it was winter and damn cold.

We were walking up to the door after getting home and I asked him, “Knowing what you know, would you do it again”. This is one of those you had to be there moments. The man knew my question didn’t come out of anything but interest in how he felt and what he thought.

“Knowing what you know, would you do it again” and the reply was, “My country called”.

Not another word was spoken between us. We both knew and understood what was in the answer.

Three words made up a “you had to be there” moment. I cannot convey everything that was in those three words. You had to see the man when he said, “My country called”. I could tell you about it so you could see and understand. I can’t write what I saw that day because no amount of words is going to be able to describe that moment properly.

I spoke of that moment a couple times with people in conversation because it fit with what we were talking about. I never told anyone about this encounter that is close to the man. The conversation was between him and me and except for those few instances, that is where it stayed.

Toughest man I ever knew. One of the best men I’ve ever known too.

Semper Fi, definitely. Character, absolutely.

Francis “Frank” Connors is survived by my cousin Karen, son Eli, daughters Shannon, Sandra and Michelle. Grandchildren, more family, others who love him and by what is now, a grateful nation.

Gary Hambley, May 15, 2017

Supporting the Causes

Supporting the Causes

Yesterday was April 30th, the end of “Testicular Cancer Awareness Month”.

Also yesterday, I was asked to put an 8 Ball emoji on my FB page for “Prostrate Cancer Awareness”.

I told the individual that asked I wasn’t saying no but I’d have something to say on the subject.

I don’t like to override myself. I like to give my postings 3 or 4 days before putting up something new. Exceptions to the rule and rule carefully those exceptions. I got a personal beaut too.

Causes, we all have them and most people are of the mind that their cause is the cause everyone should get behind. If you aren’t on board with them then you’re some kind of something they can stick a label on.

In my travels through April I saw no mention of what April represented on the cancer frontline. I’m talking about usual moving around in the core of my city. No special deals with a percentage going to research for testicular cancer. I got my face in a knot over this lack of male consideration in a piece I wrote about opting out on pink in October.

I was enlightened by a member of my community that one of those major entities I note in the no pink for me has changed the way they do things. This would also be a lesson in being at the least personable, and even better outgoing within your community. You do meet some terrific people.

I don’t know how far reaching the cancer campaign for, “Lady Balls” was. For the uninitiated, Lady Balls are ovaries. That was the crux of the campaign, ladies got balls. Appealing to those feminists sans vagina and FemiNazis everywhere no doubt. Pissing off more than a few along the way with the approach too.

Someone close to me went to Ovarian cancer. I know what it’s about. I can even use the real words that represent the condition. I also happen to believe you shouldn’t be cute when it comes to health matters. That doesn’t mean you should be brutal either.

We in the 1st world are pushed at electronically on a daily basis. Push technology assaulting us when we the people want pull technology. No one likes being pushed.

Showing what cause(s) you’re behind is a good thing. Showing and telling people in your own space where they can learn more about or support the cause, also a good thing. Quietly asking someone for a hand for your cause as was the case with my being asked to post the 8 Ball, another good thing.

In the moment I have my own causes to consider and the things I need to do to be done.

Sorry man, the emoji is out, hope this will suffice.

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G.R. Hambley May 1st, 2017

Spinsters – Lyric

Spinsters

Lyric

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What you’re seeing is the font I write in. I’ve never been enamoured  with the formatting options here at WP so on occasion, I work around the lack of options.

Spinsters

Stories making the rounds
none to be believed
none to be trusted
careful not to get busted

Those new age spinsters
dishing up their gospel
dishing up who’s in hospital
careful not to go to hell

Telling you what you should
dirt found on every track
dirt found in every attack
careful not to take it in the back

got yourself busted
took yourself to hell
won’t be coming back
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

Spew in streaming sensaround
feel that whole mind invasion
feel that total frustration
mold to fit the compilation

Spoon feeding the grand plan
using grins from ear to ear
using anything that will adhere
mold never stops injecting fear

Making the conscious beginning
listen to that self interested person
listen to that warning of treason
mold resolve to your reason

turn your dial to decompile
take hold of your fear
fill your head with reason
Spinning hucksters wheel going round and round
Running freedom down in to the ground

Round and round…

Down in to the ground…

Going to take more than a frown…

G.R. Hambley ©
April 22, 2017

It’s LSD!

It’s LSD!

(Lazy Sunny Day)

Made time, had to slow this mad mad world down
Easing down, easing in, floating the light fantastic
A little tail spin, a sparkling diamond daze
Nodding on out, letting the sun and sounds win
Down that lazy old river and you just drift away
Eiders fluttering down, settling in the rushes
Relative of Rocky washing his disbelieving bandit eyes
In to the last bend and wanna weep like the willow
Not going to think of anyone or anything again soon
Gonna be gone baby gone to replay this play day

G.R. Hambley ©
April 12, 2017

Pen Pals

Pen Pals

I was surprised this morning

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A gift from a friend

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A damn fine pen that I shall cherish and use in my indomitable way

G.R. Hambley April 05, 2017

I Got Censored

I Got Censored

I couldn’t believe it when the censoring happened. In one of the last places you’d expect to find censorship taking place. It took place in a Scrabble game on POGO.com. For those that don’t know, POGO is a terrific games site run by EA, Electronic Arts.

While I was compiling this piece I had an encounter with Spotify a couple days ago that wasn’t censored.

The specific word is the “N” word. I’m not even real comfortable using that word here within the context I’m talking about. I was completely fine with trying to score points using that “N” word in a word game.

Scrabble; no proper names, no places, no swearing. I had a look at the “Hasbro” site as it’s their game. After a quick read I decided this serves as a better source for reading the “Scrabble Official Rules” than what Hasbro is showing.

I detest both censorship and revisionist history! We’ve all been taught that running in to a crowded theatre and screaming “FIRE” when there is no fire is not free speech and is dangerous and criminal. Nailing your ass to the wall should you wilfully endanger others, I’m good with that.

I wrote a Quoth me piece some time back entitled, “T + W + T = TNT”. It’s about writers and words and yes I qualify.

I spoke with some people about my encounter of censorship in a game. More about those conversations further along.

There will be visual aids and lets please remember we’re talking about words and censorship. After the fact, I tried and there were a couple other words I found I wasn’t able to play, “Rape” and “Slut”.

You can see the tiles in my rack and where I was going to make the word, “Nigger”. Now that I have that out of the way, I’ll go back to using the expression, “N word” because I’m more comfortable expressing with that term and because this isn’t about gratuitous use of a word.

I made the word, “ENGINE” below where I wanted to go.

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I am competitive. Any game I play, I play to win. I don’t care Thing 1 or Thing 2 about a participation ribbon! It’s about winning the game. Yes I play by the rules.

One of the people I spoke with about the word and censorship, a black woman. This is the same person I called a conservative during one of our conversations. She’ll even play Scrabble with me as long as there is no money on the line. That friend of mine contributed her thoughts to this piece when I asked and I thank her for it. I’ll get to it, further along.

There aren’t many people I know who’ll play that game or any word game with me. How many of y’all would take on someone from the PGA or LPGA straight up? That is Golf for those unaware. Guess again. Those players will beat you handily just using a 3 wood, a 7 iron, a wedge and a putter off any tees you like.

Any game, you want to get off to a good start. I showed my friend another screen capture. Told her this is what it’s about and with hardly any bother, 110 points. Yeah I kick the bots around too.

I made, “Vault”. The Bot makes, “URGE” and oh it was all over but the crying of the Bot’s oily tears right there!

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This is where it starts getting real ugly. We are talking censorship. The decision to ban the “N word” ultimately comes down to one individual who signed off on the acceptable word list for Scrabble at Electronic Arts. Those two other words I noted, “Rape” and “Slut”, someone made those unacceptable for game play as well.

I’d of loved to have been in on that meeting. My commentary wouldn’t have been for the genteel or the Politically Correct Set when that decision got made.

Then along comes the gold nugget courtesy of Spotify who let that word go right on through and in fact provided it for me to look at.

I’ve accumulated a lengthy song list on Spotify. You can go see and use what I’ve put together just by looking me up at Spotify. There are no black outs in effect and there never will be.

Spotify creates, “Your Daily Mix”. These mixes are created from songs that are in your library and interspersed with songs the Spotify Bot sees as something you might like. At Spotify just like at POGO, someone had to program those Bots.

I like some of the stuff of, “Sly and the Family Stone”. Didn’t know their tune, “Don’t call me Nigger, Whitey” at all so thanks Spotify! I could of done without hearing it. I could of done without cuz it’s just not a good tune.

It certainly appears the good people at Spotify are just leaving the art alone and this is so good!

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THE CONVERSATIONS

I talked to half a dozen people about the encounter I had with that “N” word to get their thoughts and feelings.

A Black Woman, a Caucasian Jew, a 1st Gen Canadian Film Maker, an Actor, a White Woman and of course, Good Friend.

Each and every one of us involved in this little adventure displayed some raw emotion. The question was asked on banning the word. Making the word “nigger” just disappear so no one can use it in any way, shape or form.

The Black Woman, she wondered about a couple other words that could be attached to a ban list and those two words are “Honky” and “Spic”. This same individual did a Google search and returned to me that the “N” word is listed as, “THE most offensive word in the English language”.

One of those people on initial response said the word should be banned. After discussion that position changed.

If you’d like a someone else’s perspective on words and language and how it isn’t the words that are evil, have a look at “George Carlin on Language”. If you haven’t heard George on language and words, you’re in for a treat or apoplexy.

The “N” word along with the battle flag of the Confederacy and the Nazi Swastika must never be eradicated. They are symbols and reminders of where we were and where we don’t ever want to go again.

Everybody in this little word circle agrees that what the word represents is atrocious. We all agree it shouldn’t be forgotten.

We also agree that if you’re so inclined to think racial slurs, we’d appreciate you just coming out and saying them so everyone around you can identify you for what you are by your own admissions.

I could get in to root origin of the word but in this argument, the origin of the word is irrelevant.

Me personally, no word offends me. The assholes behind those words and symbols, yeah they offend me plenty.

Words and History must be preserved. History and words are our lessons and our compass.

I’m going to close this out with a different word and that word is, “INSIDIOUS”.

It is conceivable as our digital age moves along that one person by changing a “0” to a “1” in a single line of code can make a word vanish as if it never existed.

Censorship is wrong.
Freedom of Speech is right.
I not only like this one by ATL, I love it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV7T9escp20

G.R. Hambley ©
March 22, 2017

No More Yesterday’s – Lyric

No More Yesterday’s

(Lyric)

There were those who’d gone ahead
Learned the ropes and roads and dread
Some came and shared their mind
Others struggled and suffered and died
No one ever got out completely alive

Time hasn’t healed all our wounds
Easier now standing dressed and proud
Told the only way to win was not to play
Left choices to those we entrusted our fate
Now freedom calls us to shine another day

          Can’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Won’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Already lived your yesterdays

So few right and too many wrong plans
Time has come to make another stand
Not going to wear the dreams they drape
Can’t let them drain us to fill their grail
This trip around no one is going to escape

There’s a new train leaving the station
Going to be a change in world relation
Angry faces with voices of dispute
None wanting freedom will be left out
Finally freed from their absolutes

          Can’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Won’t go back cuz there’s no more yesterdays
          Already lived your yesterdays

G.R. Hambley ©
January 17, 2017

Throw A Faggot On The Fire This New Year!

Throw A Faggot On The Fire This New Year!

The day of and or night and or maybe even the new year already depending where you are in the moment on this planet. To the other PPL (porifera planetary life) who may be looking to soak up knowledge, happy existence!

You can close your mouth now cuz I’m going to explain the title and a few other things as well.

On the morning of the 30th I heard a Gay man say to two other Gay men, “Enjoy your faggots”. Please make sure you processed what I wrote correctly. It was, “Your” and not, “You”.

I put one hand on hip, finger wagging the other and I gave the person who said it a couple, “Oh no you didn’t” lines. It was a perfect portrayal of the Black woman who gave me the, “Oh no you didn’t” a couple weeks back. I’ll get to it.

Me and that Gay man started talking about the word Faggot and I told him the first place I encountered that word. It was in a haunted castle ghost story. I was in grade 3 or 4 at the time. I’ll save you the trouble of looking it up. There are 2 definitions in my thesaurus for the use of “Faggot” as a noun; “a bundle of sticks and branches bound together” is one and the derogatory remark is the other. The hero in the story was talking to the ghost when the throwing faggots on the fire statement was made.

There was a time and I hadn’t heard it used for a very long time before today when cigarettes were referred to as faggots or fags.

We talked a little bit and I made my point emphatically that words are not bad. Words are wonderful and you know this, it’s what gets done with the words by people that make it ugly.

That Gay man went on tell me, the flaming hetero in this story about his reading “Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland” and trying to wrap his head around the frequent use of “Queer”. He went on to say he’d only ever known the word queer as how it is applied to Gay people before reading that book.

I bounce my stuff off one person as the piece is in process. I’m told by that person they also know the term, “Flaming Hetero” to be not homophobic, but hateful towards Gays. My use of the term is the same as my previous uses, fashion sensible.

I called that Black Woman the “C” word. I can’t believe she went all indignant on me! How many of you thought I’d say uppity? How many were hoping I’d use uppity as the descriptor? I even proved what I called her was correct by her own words, “Conservative”. The look on her face when I explained my reasoning for saying such a despicable, dastardly thing to her, a thing of beauty!

That black woman and I are friendly. We like each other. We are part of the same community. We see each other from time to time and always enjoy the shared company and conversation. We don’t always agree either.

We are both progressive and we are both conservative. Both of us can use all the words and appreciate the ability to use all the words. We know multiple meanings for some of the words too. In other words, we’re literate and literal.

If some of the head in phone sexting and gossiping set actually read and understood words, we’d all be better off. Right bae? Don’t look to me for spelling; I actually use the word “Babe” or “Baby” when that is what I mean. Terribly old school and insensitive I know, and yet, I just don’t care and use them anyway.

Just the thought of Dylan’s, “Baby Stop Crying” as “Bae Stop Cry”, phhh…..inish my thought. You’ll quite probably be correct even if it isn’t politically correct.

I do not tolerate the Liberal PC Set screwing with language. I will not tolerate that same Liberal holier than thou PC Set telling me about diversity and harmony. I live it, as the others in this community live it.

The community is eclectic and we like it that way. There is affluence and poverty and colour and same sex orientation and different positions on faith and we all get along quite nicely. No, we are not holding hands and singing Kumbaya as the homogenized all inclusive no diversity Liberal proles in the making set would like. We like it that way too because we also respect and appreciate that we are all different.

I can’t remember exactly where I saw it a couple weeks back but some Liberal (or moron) wanted to keep multilingualism with globalization. Why is it everyone but big “L” Liberals sees the problem with multilingualism in a global village? Those big “L” Liberals don’t see the problem because their stunted means of communication is all everyone needs and if you don’t believe it just ask them.

Words and communicating are one of those critical imperatives for everyone. How do I know this? Because like those of the RITE who think they’re right, I know because I’m never wrong.

Enjoy your New Year Eve, how ever you choose to spend it. May 2017 be kinder to us all than 2016 was and may your fire never be without faggots!

G.R. Hambley ©
December 31, 2016

Symptomology – Sonnet

Symptomology

Sonnet

Honest mindful opinion colliding, colluding with emotionality
One approaches cautiously from a position rational to the mind
Whilst almost aware of the fret stepping above, the heart setting time
Deliciously intoxicating with a bitter twist, sober agonizing
Once upon a day of wayward thoughts, epiphany in therapy
In arguments, arrows; in agreements, nods; in passion, blind
Life in love, the carriage ride of the ridiculous and sublime
Once all bars have been annotated, pathways to harmonizing
Voice of insistent pleasing, swearing one and one make one
Each night restless, heart lays heavy beneath clammy flesh
The waking on the morrow, serenade of mourning doves
Having essence fill all the senses, which from you shall not run
Eye promise, the light that binds, two lives, two souls, enmesh
Ecstasy truly is that one and one are one in their divine love

G.R. Hambley ©
December 01, 2016

Remembrance Day 2016

Remembrance Day 2016

Remembering what those that went before us gave so that we enjoy the freedom we do. Remembering that fighting for freedom is still necessary.

I have family that was in service including one I never met.

The one of my family I never met was my paternal Grandfather. That man was killed in WW II. A dispatch rider hit by a truck at night under black out conditions. It was one of our trucks.

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A father and uncle who were in the Canadian Navy. A great uncle who was in WW II. Another uncle who was an Air cadet and went on to Canadian Army Reserve. My Father joined the Canadian Army Reserve too. I have a cousin by marriage that was a United States Marine. The cousin that man married, born in Canada, served in the U.S. National Guard.

My own service was Air Cadets Canada.

You would expect that with all the centuries of warring the world wouldn’t be as tough a place as it is. Sadly and stupidly, this not the case. We don’t have to remember because we are reminded on a daily basis that oppression and war are still integral to the operation of this planet.

There is more talk of making November 11th a holiday in Canada. It’s a shame it is easier to get people to stop for a whole day than it is to get them to stop for 2 minutes at the 11th hour.

Remembrance Day 2015
Remembrance Day 2014

G.R. Hambley – November 10, 2016
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