It has taken almost a week to order my thoughts on the atrocity committed in Québec City on January 29, 2017. Similar to the Polytechnique Montréal Massacre, I began with denial (this can’t be real) and slowly sank into the realization that of course it is real, and more than that, predictable.
©2001 Marion Pennell
Québecers came out by the thousands to mourn the men: Ibrahima Barry, Mamadou Tanou Barry, Azzeddine Soufiane, Khaled Belkacemi, Abdelkrim Hassane, and Aboubaker Thabti. The majority of people are sympathetic to the victims and their families and find the actions of the killer deplorable, shameful, and literally hate-filled.
As if a contest, now the worst mass shooting in US history is the Pulse nightclub killings the early hours of Sunday, June 12, 2016, in Orlando.
As I read many times, if Sandy Hook didn’t change the American culture, nothing will. And even with this death toll, there are sick people on predictable websites making jokes about the fact that gay people were targeted this time. The people who died had family and friends who cherished them and who are now wounded deeply.
When I wrote about David Bowie I noted that the only male celebrities I ever impersonated for Hallowe’en were Bowie and Prince. The two things that stick with me about Prince are in contradiction (like life).
I found his songs joyously sex-positive. The women got off in his songs. They did not exist as simply a plaything for a man. (I wasn’t familiar with his earliest stuff, and the film Purple Rain didn’t appeal to me. I am reading that I might find those misogynist.) The Prince I listened to loved women. They were also respected as full musicians in his band, not simple novelties.
Some fiction, lots of opinion of the world today and how it got this way, some photo essays of Montreal. A lot of art throughout.
Constructive feedback on my art and writing appreciated. I’d love to hear from you.
Elect a Democrat… or a Republican that is not a racist or a religious nut.
CBC had a good documentary on last night: “The Mad World of Donald Trump”. His slogans stir up the latent anger in Americans. Conservatives have a fear of change, where liberals have hope for change. The conservatives in America who love Trump now, might be the ones most angry at him later. Continue reading
“So, I understand you think you are Jesus?” asked the ever so condescending doctor.
“No,” I replied patiently. “Of course not. I am one of the apostles.”
“How should I know? But I guess it’s not Peter if I’m not denying it.”
“But, you’re a woman.”
“Your point being?” Continue reading
Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller Aug 24/15
This morning I saw Jason arrested on St. Jacques Street. He’s a large man, blond hair, bushy beard, wearing a white loose cotton tunic style top that was falling off the shoulder. He looked like Jesus’ older brother. A group of the homeless men regularly panhandle from cars at the stoplight coming off the highway into this part of the city. A new-ish fancy condo is also at that corner, and the tenants regularly call the police to remove the beggars from that corner. Sometimes Jason can be loud, but he is very articulate and obviously educated. Some people see his size and booming voice and body language and find him frightening. Continue reading