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Murder… Bloody Murder.

This post is going to be a short one, but one that needs to be written.

Those of you who read me on a regular basis always hear me going on and on about how Winnipeg is a closely knit city.  How you may not know someone personally but you surely know the people who do.  Well this weekend past was one of those Oh My GOD moments all over again.

I don’t talk about family for a reason on here, what I choose to say to the world is my choice and rarely if ever do they factor into what I write, this week though proves the exception to the rule.  On Saturday my stepson was the victim of a horrible crime.  He was not assaulted or harmed in any physical way but affected none the less.  His manager was a victim of a brutal armed robbery, and was struck with a very large bladed weapon.

The “alleged” axeman was a 15 year old boy, with a history of crime and violence going back many many years.  The punk and his partner walked into a pizza joint just before closing and forced the employees on the ground.  Maybe a a scuffle ensued I really don’t know at this point.  But what I do know is that someone dear to my heart lost someone who he worked for and respected in a most heinous way.

My family was lucky that our loved one was not on shift at the time.  But he very well could have been in the building at that time on any other Saturday night.  What possesses people to swing on the unarmed? What possesses someone to kill for drug money?

I say this as someone who has seen the dark side of addiction, someone who lived pay cheque to pay cheque.  I know all to well the cravings that substance abuse brings, that physical need and that emotional release when you finally find what you need.  But I would never have gone to those lengths.

Like I said, it’s been a hard week.   Any thoughts people?

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Why We Blog

Lots of people ask me why I blog and I rarely have a straight up answer for them.  Sometimes it’s because I need to get something off my chest.  Sometimes it’s because I like to post some pictures I have taken.

But in the end I guess it’s just because I have a voice.  One of many howling in this sometimes cold and inhuman world.  A voice that needs a place if not to be heard, then to be spoken.

If someone reads what I say that’s a good thing, if it’s good enough to be talked about that’s better.  If it’s shared and on and on and on.

The point is I guess that we are the voices of the free, we have the right to yell and rant or cry.   Many of us will give thanks this week.  Speaking of love and family, that’s cool too.

But the point is we can.  We are able, and we must.

As long as we have the ability we should express ourselves, because we can.  Let us rage about punk music in London, or cry about the death of a relationship.

This Internet is a glorious thing, for the people by, strangely enough the military.  But it’s ours now and let us never ever give it back.

Let us love and rant and share and care.

Because we can!!

I’ll get off my soap box now.


P.S. Because I can let’s have some porn star dancing!!