Wish List


I’m not one to make New Year resolutions. Experience shows the folly of setting ones self up to fail. Beating myself up over broken expectations grew old a long time ago. Instead, I pondered a “wish list” of  things I’d like to see in the New Year. I’ve left out the obvious Miss America style references to “world peace”. My opinion of the NRA, Monsanto, Halliburton, and political circus are well documented. A simple wish list, offering some practical suggestions; in no particular order –

All children would be taught cursive writing in school. It’s not enough to be able to read, you have to be able to sign your name.

School curriculum would require that all children, at some point between the 5th and 8th grades; be taught, in an unbiased manner – the origins, beliefs, and practices of major world religions.

Reddit would view links to blogs as something other than spam.

Weather reports would include space weather.

Canadians would learn to spell the name of our Prime Minister. It’s STEPHEN not Steven Harper.

Legislation would pass banning shoes for dogs; on grounds of cruelty to animals.

Any organization or religion operating as a “non profit” and enjoying “tax exempt” status, would be forbidden to contribute to political campaigns. These organizations would also have to re-apply for tax exemption every few years.

Elected officials couldn’t refer to God in defence of their position on issues.

Consumers were informed of the actual difference between “free run” and “free range” eggs.

Vegans stopped wearing leather shoes.

Happy New Year.

A Corny Ending


For all my interest in ancient cultures, my pondering mind was set ablaze when I stumbled upon the ” Popol Vuh “. Discovered in 18th century Guatemala, translated by Dominican priest Fransisco Ximenez;  Popol Vuh is the creation story of the Mayan people. Much attention has been given to the end of the Mayan long calender on Dec. 21 of this year. End of days prophecies from the Hopi to Nostradamus abound. Now I find myself including Monsanto in the script.

Popol Vuh teaches us that the Mayan creator started with animals. Man came next; proving to be a little trickier. Two races of man were made, one of mud the other of wood. Both attempts failed to embrace the world. A third race, this time of corn exceeded their wildest expectations. So much so that the creator hid their abilities from them. Over time the “corn people” lost respect for the creator and all he had made. They were unable to understand a need for balance in the natural world.

The corn people are starting to sound a lot like us. Most of the food manufactured in North America contains high fructose corn syrup. The majority of that corn comes from genetically modified seed. Liberal trade practices combined with massive subsidies to “agribiz” companies have resulted in America flooding the world market with corn. Small farmers south of the border can’t compete. Genetically modified “one crop” seed has put them out of business, as its just too expensive.

A last word of caution – many scientists not on the Monsanto payroll – attribute recent spikes in chronic illness, allergies, and immune system breakdowns to genetically modified plant DNA. Corn being the worst offender.

Popol Vuh tells the story of an ancient people. We can debate ancient creation myths and prophecies till we’re blue in the face. One thing undeniable – employees at Monsanto headquarters refuse to allow any food made from genetically modified sources be served in their cafeteria.