What Makes Us Human

 

 

 

If there is one quality that defines us as Human and separates us from Animal it is our defiance of Nature. We gravitate to what is Supernatural and our entire existence orbits around the Unnatural and the artificial. No other Animal denies its own nature, nor has any other Animal forsaken Natural World. In this Humans are alone.

 

T J Therien

 

Privy to Government

 
 
Imagine a toilet. Imagine that toilet was engineered without the ability to flush. Well used, it would soon overflow with shit. The only way to be rid of the crap is by manually bailing out the bowl. Such a toilet would be a breeding ground for disease which could infect all that used it. Such a toilet would serve no purpose and yet such a toilet does indeed exist. It’s called Government. Government is the toilet without a flush valve that collects all the political horseshit. It will never work as intended.
T J Therien

The Bane we Drink

If a wife fed her husband a steady diet of small doses of arsenic the law would ensure she ceased doing so as soon as it came to light and they would jail her with attempted murder. Why then are food companies given indefinite periods of time to remove toxins from processed foods if they ever have to remove them and they never face recrimination for poisoning us even when the evidence shows they are poisoning us and they know they are poisoning us.

 

T J Therien

On Gun Control

This is just my opinion. I do not want to get into a big debate. I just want to express where I stand on the issue of Gun Control and why. No, I have never owned a gun. Yes, I have fired military grade weaponry as a member of the Reserves.

 

I think the only firearm that should be available to civilians is a bolt action rifle for hunting. I am not concerned about caliber so long as the rifle is bolt action. One bullet should be adequate to take down a defenceless animal. Such a weapon can also be used to defend person and property as a last resort. In defence of tyranny it is a sufficient weapon, revolutions have occurred with very few shots fired by revolutionaries and violent revolutionaries are rarely recognized by the International Community.

 

I am against all other forms of gun ownership based on the following reasons.

People are irrational and prone to emotional outbursts.

A Criminal’s modus-operandi is heavily rooted in subterfuge and the element of surprise, or getting the jump on you.

Criminals in general are cowards and do not attack unless they are sure they have the edge or they are given no other option.

Most guns commissioned in a crime were at one time legal guns that have been redistributed by the Criminals that steal them, so in other words the better we arm ourselves the better we arm the Criminal Element.

There is always someone with a bigger gun, a faster draw and better aim.

 

And that’s it in a nutshell

 

T J Therien

 

Update

For those interested. I am currently reformatting “Liars, Hypocrites & the Development of Human Emotion.” I hope to have the re-formatted edition ready for August 1st. Changes include the addition of a Preface, removing the emphasis on Poetic form and categorizing by subject matter and the deletion of the short stories at the back of the book. The Stories will be re-edited and included in a book of short stories. On August 1st my attention will turn to completing “Forever: The First Epoch” (my Romance) with the intention of publishing on Valentine’s Day 2016. Well that’s about it from the update front, with the exception of cutting ties with the Toronto Writers Collective over philosophical and ethical differences in dealing with marginalized communities. The main difference being I refuse to see people as anything but people, I believe the TWC is more interested in keeping the grant money and donations flowing than they are in taking an interest in the actual lives of the people that attend the workshops which are held in homeless shelters, women’s shelters, rape crisis centers, the gay village, etc… People are identified by the workshop they attend and paid employees of the TWC and their partner Ve’ahavta are not permitted to form friendships with people that have used Ve’ahavta services. That person is forever branded a Client by a charitable organization and hence in my mind are practicing a subtle form of systemic discrimination of people who were at one time homeless. Although, housed and leading a productive life they are used as nothing more than feel good stories to generate more money. I also believe it is one thing to say inside a workshop that all works are to be treated as fiction and quite another to say that to the world at large when bringing attention to these writings by means of Spoken Word Events, Video Testimonial on their web page and through their intention to publish the works of participants using words like Words from the Street and Authentic Voice which actually imply the verity of the words written by participants. I see it as borderline exploitation as there is little benefit to the individual, the organizations benefit and can continue to pay salaries and raise awareness, but the participant will have to live with the knowledge there is a percentage of people that will judge them because their stories were made public, even if it is with consent, I do not feel participants are properly informed of the possible consequences that could arise from sharing in so public a forum. Also there is a lack of interest to develop Participants as Writers beyond getting their personal stories.

Anyway that’s it for me, stay posted for news of the re-release of the new and improved “Liars, Hypocrites & the Development of Human Emotion.

T J Therien

Curriculum from the School of Hard Knox

When I was young, around fourteen, or fifteen, I was sitting in the mall having a smoke, because we could smoke in the malls in those days. You could pretty much smoke anywhere in those days. Anyway, I was sitting in the mall, outside a music store, smoking a cigarette.

I was sitting there smoking, when I saw this guy. He was a few years older than I was back then. He was your average looking rocker dude, with long greasy hair and the Led Zeppelin t-shirt. I didn’t know the guy from Adam. He walks into the music store and picks up a guitar and starts playing. The guy could play.

So he plays a couple of little rifts and then he proceeds to stroll out of the store, strumming away on the guitar, completely natural and nonchalant. I watch as he walks calmly by me. He smiles and nods and winks in my direction. He knows I’m in the know.

I put out my cigarette and lit another. I had a habit of chain smoking back then. I was almost done my second smoke when the salesman from the music store came running out all frantic, looking this way and that. Obviously he was looking for the guy that just stole the guitar.

“Did you see anyone run by here with a guitar?” The salesman asked me with panic in his voice.

“Nope, didn’t see anyone running while I’ve been sitting here,” I said honestly.

I did not lie. The guy that stole the guitar was not running, he walked, nonchalant, through the mall, playing the guitar as he went. The salesman went back into the store. I put out my smoke and went back down to the pool hall in the basement of the mall. That was where I hung out back then.

This memory has stayed with me for the last thirty odd years. I have gleaned a great many lessons from this incident. Initially I learned that acting casual is the best way to get away with something. Act as if you are doing nothing wrong and everything is as it should be. This was an important lesson for a thug that straddled the law. I also learned you can tell the truth without being honest.

Later, as I would recall that incident, I gleaned other truths, mostly about honesty, because while I did not lie, I did not tell the truth. As I got older, I wondered if that sales clerk was on the hook for the price of the guitar and if so how that could have impacted his life. He lived off commission, so not only wouldn’t he have had a sale, but would have been saddled with the cost of a guitar, which was still in the $300-600 range, even back then. I am relatively sure the thief did not steal a low-end guitar; he seemed to know a thing or two about guitars.

Thirty odd years later I still remember the guy that stole the guitar because it was an important life lesson for me and continues to be. It still befuddles me why someone thought it would be a good idea to put a high-end music store in a mall that was in a low-income neighborhood?

T J Therien