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Canada Escalates War With Denmark and Now Ready for USA CelebEXit!

Canada Escalates War With Denmark and Now Ready for USA CelebEXit!

OTTAWA CANADA – May 21, 2017

While your source has been unable to verify the timeline, the belief is that the plan to drive the savage cheese wielders from Canada’s proximity will be enacted 24 May, 2017 and has received Royal Assent.

Word is that Her Royal Highness, Queen Liz, is in agreement with the plan to end the war between Canada the right and Denmark the wrong. Hostilities to begin following the Canadian May two four long weekend.

Operation “Fish Schnapps” is part of the ongoing advancement of the Canadian movement as the right and honourable rulers of the world.

Canadian Immigration states they are finally ready for the influx of celebrities and their followers. The ones actually making good on their promise and exiting the USA. Canadian officials apologized for the delay in being ready for the exodus. Apparently it was easier to raise the country than build a wall (see attached map).

CANADIAN WORLD DOMINATION PLAN

Major General Carrie Boux leads the Canadian operation to secure Hans Island and forever put an end to the despised moldy cheese wielders of the Danish Butter & Croissant coalition.

The appointment to duty of Major General Boux is much to the chagrin of disgraced Defence Minister Harjit Sajjin. An unnamed source (Prime Minister Gerald Butts) stated Sajjin wanted to orchestrate the venture and may still have if you ask him.

When asked why Ms Boux was chosen to lead the Canadian contingent, Sophie Gregoire-Trudeau sang passionately, though off key, that Ms Carrie Boux is the very model of a modern major general.

Ottawa also announced that all women of Denmark, Iceland and Greenland that have received honorary Canadian Citizenship, that honour has been revoked. Those women will have to reapply after hostilities have ceased.

The psychotic ranting of the Danish. These usurpers of the Great White North will use anything in their propaganda mill to derive sympathy.

Denmark’s position that they are the rightful owners of Hans Island is supported by Greenland and Iceland. This support despite the objections of the respective populaces to conscription.

Danish minister of defence, “Herr Ng” refused to rise to the bait when grilled by representatives of the impotent United Nations.

While Canadians are not a nice people, they aren’t the Nazis the Danish would have the world believe we are stated a justifiably perturbed Carrie Boux!

Free Hans Island from the Canadian oppression

FREE HANS ISLAND
(The Danish Butter and Croissant position)

For many years now, the Canadian military has systematically invaded the Danish territory of Hans Island. In doing so, Canada have demonstrated a total disregard for international treaties. Despite repeated pleas for peace, Canada has not shown any remorse on the matter. Because of this, we demand that Canada is excluded from NATO, and apologize to the people of Denmark for their repeated offences.

Response from most Canadians to the Danish lies have been to offer the Danes a fish dinner. It was clarified that when those Canadians said, “Feed the Danes and their conscripts of Greenland and Iceland a KOHO”, they were not talking about a big fish.

Canadian assault weapons

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When General Boux was queried on how Canada expected to defend Hans Island, the question was taken for answer by Canada’s dictator in waiting, MS J. Trudeau. On sighting what he believed to be a new giant selfie cam, Ms Trudeau fled the stage without so much as a single um or ah.

It was later revealed the object Ms Trudeau thought was a giant selfie cam, is in fact the spy cam that will be attached to “Free Rosie”.

The Canadian Navy feels this is an important step towards interspecies relations.

The Royal Canadian Navy further believes the initiative taken will also appease Ontario Premiere Kathleen Wynne. The Premiere is dead set against a Willie or a Sam of any kind. Wynne had previously threatened to withdraw the use of Ontario’s, “Polar Bear Provincial Park” as the training ground for Americans of CelebEx were the picture not, “Rosier”.

Immigration Canada’s contribution to operation “Fish Schnapps”, directs all Celebrities and their followers fleeing emigrating from the USA to an intake point in Vancouver British Columbia. After portage training, the Celebs and their followers will make their way by traditional canoes to defend build their new homes on beautiful Hans Island! (See attached Map)

The celebrities and their brethren will be standing on guard for Canada’s mighty pretty rock for the next 7 years less a day. Canadian’s being the fair people they are, didn’t want the Celebrities to think they were signing up for some form of servitude.

Canadian Forces provided photographs of a current training mission involving the first wave of American Celebrities.

Canadian Forces CelebEx Trainers

The modern Major General did note that while the trainers are harsh, there is nothing partisan in the way they conduct operations. Carrie Boux further said that not everyone had to out run the trainers, “outrun a few of the other trainees and you’ll be fine”.

General Boux ended the press briefing by making it clear Canada and all Canadians will no longer stand for the Danish theft of our beloved Maple Leaf and a very good bottle of rye whisky. “Enough already with trying to appease Canada with a semaphore flag and fish schnapps” said the Major General.

 

The General did answer one final question as she was leaving the platform. It was asked what would be the fastest way to end hostilities, the General replied, “Send in a seal team to get Herr Ng”.

G.R. Hambley ©
May 20, 2017

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Spinsters – Lyric

Spinsters

Lyric

Spinsters Fini 01

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

Transmogrification – Sonnet

Transmogrification

Sonnet

Travails in justification, the mire of the mind in mutation, perhaps
How it fluctuated, took to morphing without coalescing
Estranged in nature’s abhorrent space, black holes materialize
Preposterous, light so bleak bending, breaking, emerging anew
Reflections reverberate in cognisance, pierce the consciousness traps
Once begun, pray that such a state be only dream within dreaming
Preposterous, real concern, nouveau reality, doubts arise
Once begun, one, only one able to convey passage safely through
Step thee back, take thine passage through the passage of bygone
Insistent insipids traipsing in, muddy thoughts you must know in tow
Thundering head, racing heart, change’s inescapable plight
Indomitable chiselers, grey chips and chunks rebound from bone
Once begun, these manic mechanics never let the ride slow
Nary a peep through sublimation, behold you; a keeper of the right rite

G.R. Hambley ©
April 01, 2017

To change in appearance or form, especially strangely or grotesquely; transform.

Lost And Found – Lyric

Lost And Found

Lyric

The times wearing me on down
no time for any little thing
Sprung from the trap you set
gonna take the fast road back
Minds been made up for days
not giving explanations
Packed for the morning run
stalking off down ninety-five

          Lost and found, then on the run again
          Lost and found, then given up on again
          Lost and found, then lost again and again

Wondering how I’d let things go so far
why I hadn’t told you so sooner
Won’t ever regret calling your truth
washed your living lie off me
You said you gave all your heart
lie was that you gave it to me
Found your first love on my time
no denying the worst no one needs

          Lost and found, then on the run again
          Lost and found, then given up on again
          Lost and found, then lost again and again

Turning the key brings freedoms sweet roar
highway companion on the ready road
Salt fresh air and a see nothing stare
throwing all your words to the wind
Looking for where hell met heaven
a day the sun kissed the moon
Miles clicking by at an alarming rate
one more hour and this heart can’t wait

          Lost and found, hearts running again
          Lost and found, hearts not giving up again
          Lost and found, heart’s alive and loving again

G.R. Hambley ©
March 10, 2017

Once Again – Lyric

Once Again

Lyric

Once again freedom’s crying
ringing out while on the run
It falls to the old ones
those who long ago came of age
We’re going to have to show them
teach our children’s children well
Their parents already lost
gone to the combine’s blade

Here we are once again, now we’re counting on you
We saw ours to the end, now it’s you to see yours through

Our whole world’s under attack
some screaming no salvation
Old and young on the life line
together we make the stand
Until this threat to freedom is taken down
gone away and with a plan
Leave the lost ones to bake their heads
jacked in for their electronic feedings

Here we are once again, now we’re counting on you
We saw ours to the end, now it’s you to see yours through

Shadow figure sedition taking the news social
solicitous we, searching out the blight
The war against the dictators can be won
screamers of the oppressive regimes silenced
When you doubt and when you stumble
we’ll be right there to help you along
None will be left when we’re done
freedom, for our children’s, children’s, children

Here we are once again, now we’re counting on you
We saw ours to the end, now it’s you to see yours through

G.R. Hambley ©
January 05, 2017

Challenge Response To – From The Top

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “From the Top.”

If you had the chance to be reborn, would you choose to return as your present self, or would opt for a fresh start? Tell us about what motivates your choice.

LMAO! This is the piece I released early this morn while the day’s break was still a rumour.

No I wouldn’t choose this way to be. I just found the timing of the topic a scream, so to speak.

Reborn

https://transitionu.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/reborn-sonnet/

Cur

Cur

Prance and dance, make pretend romance
There’s one here, one there, two more from elsewhere
Diddling and piddling from Portland to Portland

Beneath the guise of an unending malaise
Nothing and no one stops the fools drool
Knells hell’s only feed the rabid search

Parading through the maize, spreading disease
The ritual of the ride, followed with yapping good riddance
Insecticide rejecticide, fleeting thoughts of suicide

Nave, idol worshipping among the naive
The catch twenty-two, discovery of the truth
Now the evisceration after necessary neutering

G.R. Hambley ©
May 24, 2015

Of the same ilk, Contemn

Mr Sideshow

Mr Sideshow

Q. What is the difference between advertising in your local paper or on a local radio station and in a national paper or on national television?

A. The Scope.

Q. Are the objectives the same?

A. Yes.

Something in the sideshow market and that is to my mind, my perception, has been coming across my scope of vision lately. I have some ideas about that as well. This poetry ties to other pieces of mine. A Slice of Life of a Life Coach and Ta Ta For Now or Ta Ta Forever.

Mr Sideshow

Way down anywhere isn’t much different than way up anywhere
There are a few who will search out those that can be preyed on
Real value is determined by how much can be got to what must return
Every huckster has there charming, disarming sell
So give em’ some of your dough and lets get on with this show

Shuffle and the first card gets played on the money-go-round
“Can you loan me some cash for a couple of days”
With a glad handing grin and an eye for your pocket
“I’ll make sure it’ll get it back on time cuz others owe me”
Ask on the day of return and the excuses go round starts up

Any time soon, maybe tomorrow, the next day for sure
Little dribs and drabs of what’s owed start to return
Bit more than actual that was returned is the predatory math
Some more working of the math as more days pass don’t help
Each little bit that returns the math gets worse

User user parasite and abuser a leach and learn lesson for all
Sure sure, he’s your friend so it aint him you gotta watch out for
In his game he shouts out on others noting where they have blame
Soon the realization that he’s just protecting his mark not you
This trip around you’ve come out shorter but not enough to fight about

What went around, it is now time for it to come around
With the same self serving spin, you as a good friend he’ll win
Output is not the whole but in dribs and drabs
Pushing up his total and remembering it as more later
Last of the agreed finally doled out just soon enough

He knows how the money cycle goes round and round
Day to repay him comes and he’s on you like a fly on….. money
You want to get him paid in the moment so you’re clear of the go round
He asks for only most as a favour to you so the hook is still there
His go round math keeps turning and the decision it’s time to get off

His memory is convenient and that’s no surprise
Showing up just to rob Peter so he can pay Paul
Disappearing for days on end as the hounds close in
He’s in need and shows up to lean on you to help fuel the go-round
You say no and now you’re the bad guy in his corrupted eye

He even takes one more stab with his convoluted math
Refute and point to where he fell down
Where the smoke didn’t blow doesn’t please Mr. Sideshow
With a snide remark he flees out the door
Glad he’s gone and that the go-round is done

G.R. Hambley ©
An older piece

Worlds, New And Old

Worlds, New And Old

Art, Poetry and Relationship

This was to be 150th post but I needed to get another I’d written up ahead of this one.

I wanted something special for that 150th occasion. Special is bringing something of all that I do to this posting.

The art piece is a very special one. Been around a long time. It appears in a book of art and poetry I wrote a number of years ago. There are 6 or 7 prints of the art piece around the world. Not your 8 x 10 print. These prints are 24” x 20” on photographic paper.

An individual placed the well being of the book I wrote in to the hands of someone else for return to me. This made for the real possibility the book would never be returned. I said so in poetry. Two poems actually and is posted here, “Engaged“. The other is called “Stolen” and went up a very short time ago.

I stated this is also about relationship. At the time I wrote the two poems, with all the things on my mind, I’d actually forgotten I had started one. I started another and that is why there are two. Finished both poems. Both were posted in a different place.

It was brought with great delight to my attention along with something else that no one deserves that a certain individual was lamenting what I wrote. I’m not going to include the other thing here. That other thing is for elsewhere.

The lamenting of the individual made it possible for those things to be dropped on me. The fact is also this, had I ever said anything libelous action would have been taken. The lamenting and inability to keep quiet created a singular view. There was no other voice to be heard as that voice was a very long way away.

What you read on the piece are the chorus lines. After each stanza of the poetry. I cannot recreate the poetry. It just isn’t possible. “New World Beginning” is one of the pieces specifically noted in angst. Another piece specifically noted is “Delight”.

It was believed by me that my book among other things had been simply confined to a dump and that is what I wrote in “Stolen”. Some of those other things included portfolios of art work, photographs, slides and pieces I was working on.

The individual entrusted to take care of the return by another never did it. This same individual didn’t just destroy the items and it was discovered. We are not talking about anger and spite anymore. We now have escalation to a wilful and malicious criminal act.

Terrible way to find out that you’d been lied to and deceived for two people. Terrible way for two people to discover that the angry hurtful things that happened after the supposed disappearance of the items on send should never have happened. Never would of happened had the task actually been completed as charged. That task wouldn’t of have even needed done had one person been allowed to take care of matters some time prior as they stated they would.

Most people prefer beauty to ugliness. I’m the same.

I so very much prefer conducting myself like a “Teddy Bear” than a Bear.

I like to consider myself a “Romantic Poet” and this is an example of creating beauty while in turmoil. Part of what I attempt to get others to accept and find is a way to something pleasant from the turmoil they are in. While dealing with having ongoing garbage to clean out I found my way to a very pleasant memory of that time in my life and wrote, “For Lucky”. That poem is another truth. It isn’t difficult to establish what that object was for and yet it was openly denied and I was told about it.

People being what they are, some take great pleasure in others displeasure. They take pleasure in their sick twisted little minds by being the harbinger of news that will inflict pain. Some just want to gossip and take great delight in letting you they know of things that they believe will cause you pain. They love to tell you that one of those people (who really should have just kept quiet) talked about things that had been done before the two people in the relationship were done.

The thing is, these others being of small mind, don’t take in to consideration is that by doing what they perceive as dumping on you with glee doesn’t accomplish what they hope. At a certain point it isn’t possible to cause pain in another. It only accomplishes something far, far different that is far from pleasant for all concerned. It accomplishes a renewed hatred and resolve that had been put to rest.

When relationship ends just get everything that needs done, over and done.
Make allowance for the other person’s anger if that emotion is there.
Be cautious and considerate, and above all, do not incite!

I wrote in my “Rules of Life” you never invalidate someone’s feelings. I’m not sure I can hold that up as irrefutable anymore. That disturbs me. When the feelings invalidate a truth and someone has gone to great lengths to invalidate that truth with the expression of feelings perhaps you have the right and duty to refute, invalidate and remove the illusions. I do not know!

Some things are built to keep you out. Some things are built to keep you in. I’m out of what kept me in.

The old world ends, the new world begins and such is the nature of the beast. To my mind, if you’re smart, you don’t raise up the “Bella Memoria” of the beast.

G.R. Hambley
May 29, 2015
All rights reserved.

 

New World Beginning

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God’s Patent, Satan’s Spawn, spirits of heaven, demons of hell, a new world has begun
God’s Patent, Satan’s Spawn, hands of life, claws of chaos, a new world has form
God’s Patent, Satan’s Spawn, day of truth, night of evil, a new world has life

~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~

newworldp

Stolen

This poetry was written out of belief and deduction from a series of events. A short time ago it was confirmed to me that the belief was in truth factual. The actuality is that the items, including the book I wrote live.

What I believed is now knowledge.

This piece and another serve as an example from me as to how it can be when relationship has ended and the fighting goes on and on and on. Both pieces can also serve as a reminder that despite what you may think you’re entitled to, and you can rationalize and justify all you like, you keep what isn’t yours, you are a…..

There is more to this story regarding knowledge that came to light that short time ago. Please keep in mind this piece was written almost 14 months prior to posting here. This piece is also posted in another place I have and was posted much closer to the time I wrote it.

Both are in acrostic. The same acrostic. I had forgotten in my angst that I had one going and started another from the original layout.

The other piece was posted not long ago, “Engaged

Stolen

All I want is the beauty that is mine, that is me
Left to a trust that discovery shows is in moral bankruptcy
Lost and lies and never to be found again
Taking no care, taking no time, taking a powder on thoughtfulness

Here take this, another lie to get you by gets the liar by
Every twist, every turn, every attempt to burn, countered
Look what I found, look what I see, look what I know
One more rise up on the hatred scale of things left for me

So round and round it goes and where it stops, I know
Taken to tears, taken to fears, taken I hope, to jail
Take that, take this, take a number on an orange jump suit
Hell I faced, I overcame, your turn now, accept the shame

Intimately known, to me at least
Never did it have to go down this road
Grown up considerations, alas don’t exist in fairy land
So now, getting on to happily ever after must be made to wait

G.R. Hambley ©
April 03, 2014