Doug Ford is one sick man, suggesting in a media conference Tuesday that he would stalk and sexually assault the CEO of Pfizer as a means of trying to increase the amount of COVID-19 vaccine for his province.
   “I’d be up that guy’s ying-yang so far with a firecracker he wouldn’t know what hit him,” Ford said.
   In off-the-cuff comments, after reading from a prepared speech, the Ontario premier sounded like a sexual sadist. Ford frequently makes mind-numbing statements, often packed with war metaphors and boastful language, but his brutal comments Tuesday went past the usual bullying tactics and tough guy posturing.
   This sadistic comment flew off his tongue so quickly that you have to wonder about the premier’s mental condition. Ford, as if not even thinking, was talking about harming another human being.
   The violent undercurrent of Ford’s message was sexual assault with an object.
   Was he thinking as a man or a politician?
   Yesterday’s comments also exposed the hypocrisy that exists in this man’s demented world. Not long ago, he was whining about people protesting outside of his home, yet he said that it was a tactic he’d employ to try get results.
   “I’d be outside that guy’s house, every time he’d move I’d be saying ‘where’s our vaccine’.”
   Thankfully, we know this premier rarely does what he says he will do. Ford, you remember, pledged to stop the COVID-19 deaths in this province’s crowded long-term care facilities during the first wave of the virus last spring. (“Never again”, he said, over and over).
   It is still happening. People are dying at a disproportionate rate in this province’s LTC homes.
   So when Premier Ford mentions harming another person, he is not even thinking about those he has already harmed.
   Imbalanced as the man is, or has become, it is time for Ford to take medical leave and seek professional help. Or resign.

We exist
suspended between delay and
that future we are told
is ahead of us. Little advances humanity.
We rush too much, as if it is demanded.
Each of us controls our pace,
or attempts to.

We are here,
bounded by missed connections
and unfortunate
misunderstandings. Nostalgia is not often
favorable. Blind curiosity. We fail to recognize
where we are.
We seek faith.

We do have
the communal capacity, but resist
assistance or the
temptation. Recycling our sins, striving to
keep up with the morally reprehensible,
we try to find
our own Jesus.

 

© 2018 j.g. lewis

If it be kindness you are seeking, be kind.
If it is gratitude you appreciate; be kind.
Should ever you desire greater happiness, be kind.
If upset by current events, or frustrated by
the dissuasive attitudes or alchemy pervasive
in this world, give another thought and
be kind.
Time allows a gentle word.
Your actions or answers will be appreciated
by beneficiaries of kindness, whether strangers
or those closest to your heart. A worthy reason
to be kind.
You too will benefit
if you want more kindness. Be kind.
If attempts to soothe your soul are not working;
be kind. If you feel this requires more patience,
be kind to yourself.
If having difficulty dealing with the cruelties,
inequities, or ignorance found in everyday life,
kindness will provide a salve.
Benevolence absorbs discomfort.
You kindness may not immediately settle issues
at hand or even calm evil disputes which continue
to wreak havoc on our collective psyche.
Your attempts may never accomplish
the sense of well-being you seek. However,
no kindness is wasted.
No smile goes unnoticed.
Be kind
Much like a crescent wrench, poetry or
psychotropic medications, kindness has purpose.
Solutions are realized, minds comforted and
life’s balance is repaired.
Do we need further reasons?
We encounter many an ignorant being, a wise man
even less, yet we often recall a moment of kindness
by either word or by duty. Remember.
Be kind.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

There is always something else. Another page you are
required to read, more instructions to supersede
the way that it has always been done, the obvious choice
for anyone. Signature required, but who decides when
there is enough? Another paper adds to the file, then
another insert in a little while. Sign here, and here.

Duplicate, triplicate, it matters not. The time it wastes is
all you’ve got. A further procedure needs more consent,
you question, now, the true intent. Sign this, then that, it
won’t relent, but you wonder where your permission went.
Fill out the paper, what a chore, your name remains just
like before, but still they want a little more. Sign right there.

Yet another _____________ in which to fill, details
have not changed; but still, a NAME is required on every form,
and the DATE upon which you were born, with the ADDRESS
of where you woke up this morn. And yet another
SIGNATURE on the dotted line, the acknowledgement
you have completed all the paperwork on time.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

 

 

More of a feeling, we see ourselves from
the inside. What does the mirror reflect?

Do we see ourselves as we see others?

Only will we know our experience, yet we
all experience the same seven deadly sins.

Some more than others.

How do we deal with knowing as little
as we do about how someone else feels?

Do we truly know how we should feel?

Of course there is pride, as sure as there
is greed; or envy and the wrath of all that.

There is no delicate balance in this life.

We lust for others. We live for ourselves.
Do you see others as you see yourself?

What do you feel today?