seanessay.com I wrote to my member of parliament: Not a rant, but a short calm letter. It’s queer. You might expect conservatives to be against communism—but once a right wing person becomes an autocrat, say in Eastern Europe, then he leans towards Russia and other fellow despots. You might expect “progressive” liberals to be against […]
Middle Aged Witness to Truckers
seanessay.com As you, my offshore readers, know, the Canadian flag is flying worldwide these days, as anarchists are attempting road blocks using “mobile barricades,” better known as trucks. You might ask me: Is Canada a democracy? Well, we try, albeit certain folks, who read social media while refusing to take a grown up interest in the […]
Speak Up to Bring Down
Speaking up is hard for anybody anywhere; I sympathize. Brian Tellerico, during a review of a four-part show about sex predator Bill Cosby, wrote “How Cosby was enabled becomes a backdrop for the show, but Bell avoids pointing fingers in that department, in a manner that could be frustrating for some. The idea that “someone […]
Middle Aged Witness to History and Ecology
essaysbysean.com When I was a young man cash registers did not plug in. I can remember, one morning, strolling into a downtown branch of North America’s oldest chainstore: The Hudson’s Bay Company, (now bought out and shortened to The Bay) Upon entering the department store, my ears met a constant, “Beep! Brrring! Cheep! Bing-bing!” I […]
Needless Stupid Pandemic
essaysbysean.blogspot.com Michael Lewis not just an excellent researcher, not just an excellent explainer, he is also an excellent writer. You can see all three qualities just by picking up any of his books, summoning your focus, and reading at random a couple paragraphs without skimming. You may examine his latest, because it is out […]
Social Media Frustrates me Again
seanessay.com Note: my sister lives in cattle country too, but in another time zone, “in the caribou,” in British Columbia. I could be hopping mad right now. Or I could let out all my air, sinking into depression, disgust and saying, “What’s the use?” I’d rather be mad. I was driving home a half hour […]