Any person who lives in the north can smell when winter is about to decend. It’s more than a chill in the air, it’s a whole emotion. It grabs your bones and says hi fucker I’m back.
Spring is subtle, March plays with a Canadian’s emotions. It teases like a prom date in a fancy dress. Hey look at me, you might get laid….But more than likely not.
But that wind gives it all away, lifts that skirt and gives us all a good show. I felt that wind today. Spring is coming.
I can’t wait, too long Winnipeg has been it it’s rabbit holes, not that we hide. Oh yes we embrace winter in all of her icy glory. But when we thaw Winnipeg really begins to shine.
That Golden Boy beacon of the prairies, festival upon festival. The Blue Bombers, the Winnipeg Folk Festival, the Fringe theatre festival, Folklorama, the Red River Ex.
I could go on and on. Winnipeg may be a winter city but we explode with hearts open in the summer.
Come and check us out, you won’t be disappointed.
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I’ve been a political observer and odd time commenter for years. Predicting trends on an Canadian, American pan global crash and recovery.
I didn’t want any of this to happen but I and I’m sure many others could have predicted the rise of trump. What I saw a decade ago when the auto industry was being gutted overseas. The cut bait manner of industry towrds the middle class. Throwing jobs overseas.
It was rare then, but the tide was turning. I build airplanes for a living. Yes in canada, but in close partnership with Boeing Seattle.
I may not support trump policy, but I do enjoy making an airplane for everyone.
As Americans celebrate the peaceful transition of Presidential power on Capitol Hill I’m sure Putin is halfway through a bottle of vodka rubbing his hands together with glee.
America is a country in utter turmoil, effectively ripping itself apart. From this point on and into the foreseeable future all the enimies of western democracy just have to sit back and watch and wait. Yes the’re peaceful sit ins and marches planned for the next week and I have no doubt that they will number in the millions.
However as dignitaries arrived at the event gangs of black clad jack booted thugs ran through the streets. Many carrying solid red flags, smashing windows and trashing anything they could get their hands on. I personally witnessed a live shot of a thug tossing a trash can and giving a quick Nazi salute before running off in an attempt to evade police and pepper spray. Just a little too close to Kristallnacht (The Night of Broken Glass) for my liking. I couldn’t tell if I was watching the live news feed or the Pink Floyd video Run Like Hell.
It appears that battle lines are being drawn in America and I sincerely hope that scenes like what the world witnessed today are the exception and not the new normal. I also wish the incoming American President the best of luck with healing a fractured nation even if I, a Canadian, do not agree with his policy. As much as it pains me to say it, the world needs a strong America.
Do not play into the hands of our foes, be strong and united America. Bring yourselves together regardless of your political views. The world, friend and foe, is watching you.
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I have only a handful of people that know about the cold and wind that I’m talking about. Christian and Annuschka. I live in Winnipeg a crazy town, that is very bipolar.
Summer has a festival every week. In winter we hunker down but is no less hospitable.
We are a warm city. It’s cold here sometimes but we welcome all, actually offering refuge for many Islamic refugies.
In this uncertain state, and our uncertainty in global government I am glad for our cold.
Those who refuse to remember the past are doomed to repeat it.
So I went for breakfast the other morning. Great eggs Benidict, the best, greatest. As I was drinking my coffee. Actually the first cups in years. I heard a woman talking about politics, not strange but the passion she had was immense. I was at the counter to pay my bill, and I just went over and hugged her. Not a creepy groping hug but a tender loving hug.
She looked up in bewildered silence and said I was wondering who hugged me. I replied I had heard her speach and thought she needed a hug. I payed my bill and exited.