Earlier this evening, I attended the memorial service for a friend who, amidst the chaos that life can throw at you, decided that the easiest route out was to tie a rope around his neck and end it all.
Words cannot describe just how incredibly sad this entire situation is. It is a tragedy, heavily compounded by the fact that there are two beautiful babies involved here.
Considering the amount of people that were in attendance – each with their own memories – it’s hard to understand why he didn’t reach out for help when so much was available.
Now, let me start by saying that, as a whole, I’m not a fan of Rogers. Granted, they’ve done some REALLY great things for me in the past (note: cell phone fiasco). However, I still believe they’re pirate hookers when it comes right down to it.
With that said, the recent headlines around one Toronto woman – Gabriela Nagy – suing Rogers for what she terms a “breach of privacy” just reeks of a certain sentiment that’s prevalent south of the border: sue everyone for everything because, hey, it’s not MY fault.
As the story goes, Ms. Nagy was acting without discretion behind her husband’s back, carrying on an affair with another man (I’m assuming it’s a man, but you never know). Once her husband found out via the consolidated Rogers bill, he left her and subsequently filed for a divorce like any normal breathing human being with any ounce of dignity would.
Let me start this by saying the following: this entry is not intended to piss off my American friends. I know many American citizens who are beyond AWESOME as far as people go. However….it’s come to the point where I have to say this and I don’t give a flying shit what you think.
I’m f*cking pissed right off. The arrogance of some Americans on Twitter and Facebook and other social media outlets is beyond infuriating. Yes, you won a hockey game against us: a useless preliminary game that means nothing in the grande scheme of things. Let me gently remind you that it’s the first time in 50 years of mens hockey in the Olympics that you did. Stop being such dicks about it. And please, don’t put your media bullshit out there about being “shocked” at the patriotism shown by Canadians during these Olympic games. Give me a f*cking break.
Here’s the reality. Canadians are a quiet group – well….compared to you – our neighbours to the south. No, we don’t rub our patriotism into everyone’s faces. Yes, we think we are the greatest country in the world (we know it), but we don’t go around pushing that belief onto the rest of the world. Not all Americans are ignorant, but alas – there are many of you who are. You are governed within a one-way mirrored glass house in which you can’t see out – but we can all see in. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the truth. Much like Hussein ruled his country in a restrictive manner – disallowing any of the citizens to know and understand the truth, so are the Americans ruled, to the point that your news outlets have garnered nicknames like Faux News (rather than Fox), etc. While the rest of the world sits back and watches this circus, many of you live inside this bubble without ever really understanding what’s outside of it, and only being taught that it doesn’t matter. Mind you, NOT all you Americans are like this – many grasp this reality I speak of. But for the most part, many of you live a life comparable to The Truman Show. No. Alaska is NOT an island – it is, in fact, attached to Canada . But because your schooling, media and weather reports, etc. completely erase Canada from the map,…..well, I suppose it just might resemble an island.
Polarities: The presence or manifestation of two opposite or contrasting principles or tendencies
The concept of polarities has fascinated me since my university days and a certain Philosophy class that could only be defined as one of those pinnacle, life-changing moments for me. Students packed in for a high-demand Philosophy class – the art of arguing and lateral thought – is a perfect breeding ground for polarities, especially when you’re dealing with issues like abortion, capital punishment, and lifeboat ethics, to name but a few. Needless to say, it nearly reached a point where all shoes, purses, books, and any other item that could be thrown or used to beat anyone to death would have been disallowed in class.
And even though this is starting to sound like your typical Jerry Springer show, it was nothing short of beautiful. The emotion that ran raw, the passion that drove our individual beliefs, and the ongoing exposure to opposing ends – polarities - battling over these issues was nothing short of heaven for me. Mix into that my major – Psychology – and I was a wide-eyed, awe-struck kid again, giddy at all the presents under the tree on Christmas morning.
I lived for that course. I would have repeated it 100 times if I could. It was just that freaking cool. I learned many things from it, including a newly discovered fascination with the whole concept of polarities…and the basic principal that one cannot exist without the other. It’s the ultimate logic – the purpose of the theory of relativity, and all physical life.