December 18, 2025 Time Flies
I know it has been far too long since I last posted to my blog. Life has been like that for me. Five and a half years ago, when I started this journal, it was a daily blog of life during COVID. Then, as things returned to somewhat normal, I dropped off to a weekly posting of life observations.
Now it’s been over three months.
The world went from a standstill to Mach 5 in a few short years. At least I’ve been writing, just not in this blog. I spent the first 36 months posting about life during the unprecedented days of COVID. Now, at times, I find myself missing those times. So many crazy and unpredictable things have occurred in the last five years, sometimes I wonder if we’re living in a matrix, where one day we will wake up, and it’s all been a dream.
I never would have imagined that Donald Trump would get back in as president of the United Mistakes. I couldn’t fathom the way our world has degenerated into war, and that Europe and Canada would be rearming themselves against the threat posed by the Russian Federation. And without the help of America. America has fundamentally changed in the last five years.
Not for the better.
Who could have imagined the US would go to economic war with its oldest friend?
The amount of fear and distrust felt toward the US from Canada is unprecedented in my lifetime, and indeed since the War of 1812.
I thought the lockdown during the pandemic were strange days.
But these are stranger still.
You might wonder why I’ve not been constantly posting in my journal regarding all the crazy shit going on in the world in the past couple of years. I sometimes wonder as well. Why am I wasting so much time sharing crap on Facebook, going down the rabbit hole, and arguing on social media?
There is no easy answer.
Except that is the answer – it’s easier to debate people in the virtual world than it is to sit down and write my feelings here.
It isn’t helping.
Writing my journal in the dark days of COVID helped my sanity and made me understand what was going on.
Yet when the days of Trump 2.0 came on, I froze up. I couldn’t write about the insanity going on. It is too much; too many tragic events.
In the distant parts of Europe, bombs are falling on the innocent, drones strike, and we hear the horror stories. It all seems so unreal. But it has been far too real.
Then came Hamas, Israel, and the genocidal atrocity that is Palestine. Yet I sit on the sidelines unable to comment, or more realistically – unwilling.
So much tragedy.
Only last weekend, two gunmen, a father and son, added to the tragic events of 2025. Bondi Beach in Australia is a place of fun and excitement, but on Sunday, December 14, fifteen innocent people were gunned down because they were Jewish. This iconic beach was forever stained by this horrific event. The lone bright spot was when a muslim man heroically charged in and stopped one of the murderous thugs who was shooting people.
And yet Donald Trump, the President of the United Mistakes took that moment to criticise Australia’s gun laws instead of offering support or condolences. It was just another example of how unfit he is to be president.
And people still defend the Teflon Don.
All I can do is sit and watch from my corner of the world. Grateful to be in a country free from so much of the world’s chaos. Canada might be expensive and have its fair share of problems. Yet we are the envy of much of the world.
I embrace my freedom and my life in such an amazing part of the third rock from the sun. I was lucky enough to wake up and go skiing with my friends.
While the world around us sometimes seems like a nightmare. I keep living the dream.
I’ve published my first book, Death In The Window, and I’m writing the sequel, Death In The Streets. While all the noise goes on around me, I have my health(mostly). I have an amazing wife and a great kid. I have fantastic friends, and I get to ski fifty days a year. I hope you’ll forgive me for not blogging about the world of 2025. I hope 2026 is a whole lot better.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone.
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