Québec – Dreams are the poetic expression of the soul.

**Prime Minister Mark Carney & Justin Trudeau**

On the cusp of his sixtieth birthday, this economic shaman, Mark Carney, born in the year of the Snake, handsomely won the Liberal leadership on the first ballot, thereby becoming Canada’s 24th Prime Minister. Thank you, dear Justin Trudeau for nobly having served this great beautiful land of ours. I fell deeply in love with this man and his family when in 1998 in the biting cold of a Montréal winter’s day, I stood outside St. Viateur and wept with most everyone onlooking as Justin and his bereft family followed their brother and beloved son’s casket from the tiny church. Pierre Trudeau was never the same after that; thereafter, he’d be observed in the park next to his lovely art deco home with the black dog aimlessly playing with itself and quietly attendant as the former Prime Minister stood alone and worlds removed from his outer reality.

Chancellor George Osborne announces Mark Carney as Governor of the Bank of England

So many wonderful firsts for PM Carney. First Canadian Prime Minister from the territories, first foreign born Governor of the Bank of England, after having served as the Governor of the Bank of Canada. Harvard & Oxford educated, our new Prime Minister, Mark Carney has a PHD in Economics. Of course, since having been elected that blasted felon has had to take a moment to recalibrate.

This pathological liar and reptilian off-worlder, with a fiendishly loyal band of violent stowaways, seems to think that he can lie his way into the annexation of Canada. He is the most vile, hideous, disruptive moron and, of course, he represents the White tribe’s last great stand as the planet’s top baboon. You can fight all you want and throw up all manner of repressive lunatic edicts favoured by tyrants throughout time, your murderous regime will never endure. We here in Canada do not have time to be another territory of a rogue colonial Middle Eastern gulag where Poles and others get to indulge their genocidal tendencies. This is Canada and we are not disavowing our sovereignty to please anyone, entitled or otherwise. Just like England’s Henry VI, that reptilian masquerading as human will come to no good end, his racialised empire is doomed to failure.

We are Canadian and under no circumstances are we ever giving up 18 months of paid parental leave, healthcare, child support to age 18, childcare, dental care for minors and seniors, subsidised drugs after age 65. OAS, CPP and GIS. Why exactly would we give up any of these benefits, let alone all and for what? Healthcare should not involve bankruptcy or having to resort to gofundme.com as a desperate way to fund one’s healthcare. We don’t have mass school shootings and don’t want them. We most definitely do not want Canada suddenly overrun by at least 70 million gun-crazed, Christo-fascist lunatics demanding that Canadians fall into line, which is precisely the outcome that would unfold.

Effectively, immediately, with the declaration of war from the mentally unbalanced President, Canada needs to ban the movement of Americans across its borders as far too many of them will be attempting to cross the border in advance of annexation about which they’ve grown obsessed since their fabulist insurrectionist lied to them and falsely declared that Canada owes them money and that America has been subsidising Canada to the tune of 200$B plus per year.

This is not a threat; the declaration of war from the world’s biggest loser, has united Canada and has catapulted us into looking inward and divorcing our glorious nation from being in any way associated with a failed, bankrupt, racist, collapsing empire of 750 plus military bases across the planet. This is our Canada, not America’s. From our lumber, to potash, steel, aluminium, oil, gas, nickel, pharmaceuticals and hydro electricity, we are done with you. We will take this time to save Canadian steel by immediately building high-speed rail from Toronto, Ottawa, Montréal to Québec City and from Edmonton, Calgary, Banff to Vancouver in the Lower Mainland. To hell with you, you’ve nothing edifying to offer. We are tired of your racism. We are tired with your grooming gun-crazed cop shows, film and TV ethos of latter day Brahminism where the few damn well rewrite American history whilst erasing Black, Brown & Native American history and culture.

PC Pierre Poilievre

Conservative leader, Pierre Poilievre is compromised and is supported by the likes of Jordan Peterson, Elon Musk and favoured by Donald Trump, despite his recent remarks. More importantly, Pierre has styled himself as a Trumpian conservative. Precisely why this man who has never introduced a single bill in Parliament after 20 years, is unfit to be prime minister is that he was the subject of a CSIS investigation, which concluded that the Government of India interfered in the last Canadian Federal election to Poilievre’s advantage; this is why he refuses to get a security clearance. Pierre opposes abortion, LGBTQ rights, First Nations’ reconciliation and other alarming American conservative positions. Poilievre has voted in parliament against the expansion of the Canada Pension to match the rise in the cost of living, he has also voted in favour of not expanding the Canada pension scheme; too, he favoured the idea of Employers not paying in to their workers’ pension plan. Poilievre would readily sell off universal healthcare in Canada to the American insurers who would readily expand their market share and make Canadians have to resort to gofundme to cover their healthcare costs in an emergency.

In a recent show of her disdain for Canadian federalism, Danielle Smith refused to attend in person a premier’s emergency meeting to address Trump tariffs, instead attending by Zoom. She has dismissed Prime Minister Mark Carney as not having any experience in federal politics; this said while pitching Canada as a 51st state in Texas. The man who single-handedly saved Canada in the banking crisis of 2008 and again kept afloat the British banking system and economy at Brexit, when both governor of the Banks of Canada and England is ill-equipped to manage the finances of Canada in its greatest financial crisis, Smith sees PM Mark Carney as unqualified for the job of Canadian prime minister. Smith, unlike any other Canadian premier hightailed it to Mar-a-Lago after Trump’s win to promise him that she would secure him Alberta oil at a cheap rate. All resources are Canada’s and no province has sole proprietorship. She is a wild rose conservative, who welcomes the Christo-fascism of the Trump administration.

NDP leader Jagmeet Singh needs to do the honourable thing, like Bloc Québécois leader, Yves-François Blanchet and announce to their supporters to vote three NDP and Bloc Québécois candidates into power and the rest of their vote should strategically go to secure a resounding Liberal majority, headed by economist PM, Mark Carney. America has declared war on Canada and now, more than ever, we need to vote intelligently. Neither the Bloc nor NDP can form the opposition or for that matter the next government. A vote for them is the terrifyingly real possibility of Poilievre becoming the next Canadian prime minister. That would assuredly mean that he would roll over to Trump and allow Canada to lose its sovereignty and become the 51st state.

Make no mistakes about it, America is broke and Canada’s resources are what these power mad clowns are after. DOGE will be their undoing. Both are racist White male boors who are little aware of the bigger picture. Seriously, how is that even supposed to work? We just surrender and in exchange for gun-crazed Americans by the tens of millions, rushing across their northern border and seeing it as the new gold rush into the wild wild north of yesteryear’s wild wild west, we get to be American second-class citizens. Fuck that! Canadians are as different to Americans as Norwegians are to Italians. We have distinct cultures and morals that have positively nothing in common. I would defend with every fibre of my being First Nations societies and the Québécois maintaining their distinct cultures and languages. Time to elbow up and ban all America fare, not just alcohol, but TV, film. Slap tariffs on their film and television, because it is not as though they favour Canadian culture or actors. Nope, we are never as favoured or seemingly as good as Britons, thanks to their proximity to the Royal family and BAFTA having its only external wing in Los Angeles that affords them elbow room over all other foreign comers. Well, to hell with all that. Time to take Canadian film and TV to the next level.

True north strong and free! Elbows way up. Vive le Canada libre!

Oscar Peterson Trio – C Jam Blues

Live in Denmark,1964.

Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Ed Thigpen – Drums

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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Well isn’t that just marvellous! Look at little Billie Bourbon Flatfoot! Pussywhipped by the dominatrix fakester from Bucklebury. Go on, yada yada all the blasted frig you want but ever bliss eludes this sorry pantomime one decade and counting.

Horowitz, Vladimir 1/10/03 Kiev<O>5/11/89, NYC

Michael: This fragment was, in his immediate past life, a mid-cycle mature scholar in passion mode, with a goal of growth, a pragmatist in the moving part of emotional centre.

Vladimir had a Mercury/Lunar body type.

Vladimir’s was a strong primary chief feature of arrogance and a weaker secondary of stubbornness.

This fragment was second-cast in his cadence and his cadence is fifth in the greater cadence. He is a member of entity five, cadre two, greater cadre 14, pod/node 449.

He and the fragment who was Wanda Toscanini are task companions, both now discarnate. The fragment who was Wanda was a fifth level mature warrior.

Vladimir’s essence twin is a scholar and is incarnate on the physical plane, is female, age seven years. There are plans for them to complete the mother/son monad in Vladimir’s next incarnation, which will probably occur during the third decade of the next millennium.

So here was an artisan-cast scholar with a great deal of sage energy, most of which was expended in his personal life. This fragment’s relationship with his task companion was passionate, explosive and mutually satisfying.

This scholar’s demeanour in public contrasted greatly with his behaviour in his private life.

It is interesting to note that this fragment has had only one other life as a practicing musician and that was as an organist at the Chartre Cathedral in the early part of the nineteenth century.

However, this fragment has a long stage history, beginning in Greece during its Golden Age.

This fragment also built harpsichords during the latter part of the eighteenth century and actually built one for Leopold Mozart.

As a highland warrior in the latter part of the seventeenth century, this fragment distinguished himself both on the battlefield and in fashioning bagpipes.

He was an exemplary soldier in many lives and many guises.

However, the place where this fragment was most at home was on the stage or behind the scenes.

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What I love about the Horowitzes is how much so they are like Felipe VI’s step-brother and his dominatrix frau. Both Wanda Toscanini Horowitz and Catherine are fifth mature warrior souls who were/are married to their scholar task compaanion – Vladimir Horowitz and William the Bourbon pretender.

Just like the Horowitzes for being task companions the Bourbon-Bucklebury duo are a combustible, combative couple, who’ve openly rowed and cussed sotto voce in public their entire marriage but alas who is going to be so daft as to break from fairy story to either perceive or acknowledge the truth of this sorry pantomime?

Wanna know what Catherine & William are really like, take a long hard look at two more intensely soul-bonded lovers, Elizabeth Taylor & Richard Burton – they are essence twins, in Mike Nichols’ “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.” Like Martha, Catherine also is a heavy cigarette smoker.

WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF?, Richard Burton, Elizabeth Taylor, 1966

They, el duque y la duquesa Bourbon y Bucklebury, are a rivetingly complex but utterly volatile couple – all task companions and essence twins are; however, for the British tabloid media to pretend that they are all that is risible in the very least. They both have 9 in their numerology and all such persons are archly self-toxic, which therefore dictates how they relate to everyone. Want to imagine what the Cambridges worldview is like, just listen to Lady Colin Campbell and Piers Morgan speak. They, the Cambridges and the aforementioned two media personalities, are argumentative, scathing, fault-finding, abusive, manipulative and bigoted… all 9 persons are.

Their contempt for their subjects notwithstanding, the Bucklebury muggles are also stressed to the gills from the perpetual rowing they witness when around their oh-so-tightly-wound-to-saccharine-perfection-fake parents.

It should be noted that during several dream encounters with HRH Prince William, Duke of Cambridge that I’ve had – as someone who dreams lucidly and recalls dreams each time that I sleep, it is not uncommon to dream of persons known or unknown to me – when he sits, he favours doing so with his legs gathered and folded. I remember the first time that I made the connection when visiting a friend’s family in the Eastern Townships on the drive from Montréal whilst en route to a long weekend in Québec City. Not only did the co-worker’s cousin exclusively sit with his legs gathered beneath him all times when sat; however, he was made ever acutely and openly hostile by my presence. Like another co-worker at another job whose stepson was on the spectrum, that man was also acutely uncomfortable in my presence and sat with legs gathered beneath him whenever sat. Like William, all these persons have a vacant look about them; though, William has been intensely groomed to be normal, he is normal simply because there is so much vested interest in how we perceive him.

He is a prince. He is Diana’s boy. He is the future king. We collectively are at once somnambulantly caught up in the fairy story and in his tightly choreographed outings, he is deftly able to pull the wool over our collective eyes. However, when he is challenged, like all 9s and spectrum-focussed persons, he will go off-piste and betray the intransigent stubbornness at the core of his being as a scholar in stubbornness and a spectrum-focussed human being. William betrayed his spectrum-focussed prejudice and oafishness by lacking sophistication when stating, “We are very much not a racist family.” Merely, by his statement’s ambiguity, its basic double negative, William thereby betrayed the racism rife within aspects of the BRF. Full stop! Alas, whatever is a trapped spectrum-focussed oaf to do? Stayed tuned, there is yet to be a sequel, this one in future will be deemed, the Madness of King Wills.

Ten years of rowing on the way up the Mall from their wedding ceremony, to all the private hissing, to the dominatrix brush off of the tedious spectrum-focussed oaf whom Catherine at best is damn sick and tired of having to babysit, especially when it cannot damn well stop pursuing his bits of roughs on the side and one should never rule out his male relative – no, not King Felipe VI rather his violent wife’s brother; there is a reason why James is never photographed anywhere near William. Just look at these two photos released to mark their 10th wedding anniversary, Catherine does not once look at William. He is an oaf and what she prominently displays is Diana’s engagement ring. That’s right, I am the one possessed of the womb, which brought forth the future sovereign, I don’t give a damn and if I made the little negro cry…. so damn fucking what. I am a bitch… deal with it.

As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Dreams are the poetic expression of the soul.

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