Dying in this Harper wonderland....

Well, every year here at ACR it is a tradition that a Christmas song gets subverted. (The inspiration is usually the news.) Why should this year be any different?
pale presents,

Dying in this Harper Wonderland.
You all know the tune!

 
And I dedicate this picture to all the members of the Conservative party of canada!

For the CPC 

The phone rings,
you better answer,
collecting bills,
it's like a cancer,
you cant pay a one,
it's really no fun,
owing in this Harper Wonderland

Gone away, are good wages,
losing all,
but in stages,
you can't close that gap,
payday loans are a trap,
living in this Harper wonderland.

If you have two kidney's you can sell one,
to pay the fines imposed by Harper's courts!
The neighbours kids are crying cause they're hungry
but you can watch your Hockey and your porn!

Not my job,
being human,
it doesn't pay, like Bitumen
they own that whole crew,
and now your dog and you too!
owned and pwned in Harper's Wonderland.

In the park the benches are all taken,
but you can always find a cardboard box,
unless the cops decide that you are threatening!
and find yourself receiving taser shocks!

Work three jobs,
and your tired,
Vote "Right to work", to get hired,
You won't need a car.
cause you wont go that far,
unemployed in Harper's Wonderland.

Owing in this Harper wonderland.
Dying, in this Harper Wonderland.

Repost: A Tail Of Two Kitties

A repost from 2007, and 2008. Just to say that at this time of year, and especially this year with the economy still in the trench, there are children who need a "kitty" of their very own.  -pale
KITTY!
kitty, in better days, before the stuffing came out.

Its that time of year again.

I call it the annual stressfest (otherwise known as Christmas.)
Its that time when everyone wants your money: stores, charities....

I bet you can tell by the title that this is probably not a political diary?

No, this is a diary about something entirely different.

Blessed Samhain!

Or, Happy Halloween.
The leaves were swirling all over the yard yesterday as I grabbed one of our old xmas trees out of the back in the guerilla composting pile.

It has been resurrected and once again graces our living room.

Observations through thick and thin.....

I have said it before. I am a walkin' talkin' eating disorder.

I started purging and crash dieting at the age of 12. Fast forward a few years, and I found myself a size 22. At the moment I am a much smaller size, purely a reaction to stress. Just could not eat. Period.

So, I can give you the skinny, as it were, on how people act and react to my various sizes, it's an interesting thing actually.

When I was a larger lady, I always dressed fairly well, hair and makeup always done. Despite that, it became common to be treated as invisible. Lots of people offer dieting advice too, unasked for and unwanted and not always in a kindly way. But that is always a given, the holier than thou art types think they need to save you from yourself.

October....

Well, it is that time again. All the Pumpkins, the rain. The Blech.

But, Halloween is only 28 short days away! (There is a countdown on the sidebar. The ladies check it daily)

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