J’ Accuse- The Calgary Dream Centre- There’s Something Rotten In The State of Denmark (Calgary)

October 19, 2021 at 11:10 pm (Commentary, Life, Personal essays) (, , )

As a geopolitical analyst who writes a vampire novel to serve as an instrument to teach people about geopolitical events and current world affairs, I could be writing about any number of geopolitical stories and current events tonight.

Poland is considering leaving the European Union (EU) having concluded rightly (in my opinion) that the EU is the USSR 2.0

Creepy Joe Biden in his most recent hair raising hair smelling video where he’s smelling the hair of a little girl says to her, “They won’t let me drive anymore so that’s why I like to smell your hair.”
What a creep! This guy should be nowhere near children. They won’t let him drive anymore. Yet they’ll let him be President of the United States.

The United States military is in a state of shock because Communist China just tested a low flying hypersonic missile capable of flying anywhere over the globe.

While the United States Military stand there looking stupified (much like their civilian commander-in-chief), Xi Jinping is probably already dancing and singing, “Taiwan, here we come.”

In Trieste, Italy, the Neo-Gestapo Police Force of Trieste brutally beat a group of peaceful protesting anti-vaccine passport dock workers who were peacefully praying the Rosary on the docks.
They fired tear gas and used batons.
A pregnant woman was beaten by police.
Tear gas was fired at women and children.

But sadly I won’t be doing any of these stories tonight to give you my latest run-in and bad treatment at the hands of the Calgary community housing association that I rented rooms from in the period from 2017 until earlier this month.

And this time, I’ll be naming names after the way I was treated today.

J’accuse the Calgary Dream Centre of acting like an insensitive obnoxious bureaucratic institution since the summer of 2019.

I’ve been watching TCM in my hotel room where I’ve been staying after I was kicked out of the community house in Marlborough where I had rented a room from the Calgary Dream Centre (and one TCM movie I watched was a 1958 movie where Jose Ferrer played Alfred Dreyfus the Jewish French Army officer who was falsely accused of espionage back in the 1890s. The name of the movie was J’Accuse taken from the name of the January 13th 1898 newspaper article entitled J’Accuse written by French writer Emile Zola in response to the Dreyfus Affair).

The money in my bank account will run out this Thursday so I won’t be able to rent a hotel room.

I have no idea what I’ll do then.

I’m not staying in a homeless shelter in the middle of a pandemic because those places are Covid Superspreaders.

I don’t want to end up dying alone in a hospital room as a ventilator is shoved down my throat.

For background I direct you to my October 6th 2021 blog post entitled No Sense of A Permanent Home Can Lead To Suicidal Feelings.

Also the October 7th 2021 blog post entitled Housing Crisis, Battle of Lepanto and Possible Chinese Communist Invasion of Taiwan.

I can’t copy and paste those links for you as I’ve lost my copy and paste function on both my ancient obsolete iPhone and my ancient obsolete tablet.

Anyhow the gist of the matter as I recall dates back to the summer of 2019.

Then I was renting a room in a Calgary Dream Centre Community House in the Calgary neighbourhood of Pineridge (where I had lived since November 2017).

The house’s social worker/case worker arrived with her boss another woman to consider the possibilty of renovating the house’s two lower floors (it was a 4-story house).

Since I occupied the bedroom on the house’s first lower floor, I was introduced to the case worker’s boss.

The case worker’s boss questioned me and wanted to know what variety of alcohol or type of hallucinogenic drug I was recovering from (as most people in the Calgary Dream Centre Community Housing Program are recovering alcoholics or recovering drug addicts).

I said neither.

I just suffered from a case of severe clinical depression brought about by the PTSD brought on by my father’s death from cancer back in the spring of 2010.

As soon as I said that, this woman looked at me with an expression of pure hatred on her face.

I guess she thought only recovering alcoholics and recovering drug addicts should be in the Calgary Dream Centre Community Housing Program to combat homelessness.

But I was told at the time I was let into the Calgary Dream Center Community Housing program back in February 2017 that they do let into the program clients who are just suffering from clinical depression not just those with alcohol or drug addictions.

For posts about that time in my life please read the blog post entitled Homeless and Suicidal In Calgary (from February 17th 2021).

Also read From The Rooftops You Can See: A Poem (from February 21st 2017), Snow Falls Like Raindrops: A Poem (from February 22nd 2017), Haiku About Homelessness (from February 26th 2017) and Kwan Yin: A Poem (from February 27th 2021).

Since that time of the summer of 2019, I noticed a change in the attitude of the Pineridge house case worker.

She kept on trying to find fault with the way I kept my room and my bathroom and everything else.

Finally in July 2020, she dropped by to say they’d soon be renovating my room and I needed to move all my stuff out of there.

I said, “I’d rather move. I’m feeling homesick for Edmonton. I’ll move back there.”

I was also angry at Calgary because Calgary’s then fat slob Neo-Bolshevik Communist Mayor Naheed Nenshi had just announced a compulsory mask policy (at the urging of Neo-Bolshevik Communist physician and demagogue Dr.Joe Vipond the 21st Century Dr. Norman Bethune of Alberta).

(Note: A Neo-Bolshevik Communist airhead named Jyoti Gondek was elected Mayor of Calgary last night to succeed Naheed Nenshi)

Of course a couple of weeks later Edmonton City Council adopted the same policy showing that Edmonton City Council is just as brainless as Calgary City Council.

But after that the house case worker was not so nosy around my room.

She must have told the Wicked Witch of Voldemort (as I call the woman who looked at me with pure absolute hatred back in the summer of 2019 when I told her I was not a recovering alcoholic or recovering drug addict) and the Wicked Witch must have thought I was moving out so laid out directions to lay off the harassment.

Then in September 2020 I was given a day’s notice to tell me that I needed to move my stuff out of my room because they were coming to renovate and put a new rug in right away the next day.

So I did it in a day.

When the house case worker put in another appearance at the Pineridge home, she asked me if I was still planning on moving to Edmonton.

I said no and a look of shock appeared on her face.

I said I was only considering moving to Edmonton because of having to move all my stuff out of my room.

If I was going to move all my stuff out of my room, then I might as well move out period I had figured.

But since I was not given several weeks’ notice that my room was being renovated and only given a day’s notice and then did it all under that timeline, there was no need for me to move I figured.

I imagine the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of Voldemort must have hit the ceiling of her office when she heard the news.

A month later a guy dropped around the house to give me a Skopec test or Skojek test or some name like that for the test where you’re asked a series of questions.

The only time I had such a test before was in the late summer/early autumn of 2017 just prior to my moving into the Calgary Dream Centre Community home in Pineridge (I moved into that house on November 1st 2017).

I thought it was strange at the time but I took the test.

Then a month later, the house case worker told me that I’d be moving into another house.

This stressed me out as I had lived in the Pineridge house for 3 years and was used to living there.

The only reason why I thought of leaving was because I thought it would take a while for them to renovate my room (it only took them 2 days).

That was November 2020 they wanted me to move out.

Then as it turned out one of my roomates and good friends in that house was becoming increasingly depressed because he was watching all the TV
news about Covid (I told him for the sake of his mental health that he should stop) and he had started drinking again.

The Dream Centre management wanted to move him into the infamous Room 502 of the Tower to dry him out.

He refused and moved into a hotel room where he began drinking really heavily.

He was taken to hospital with liver failure in December 2020 and died on January 3rd 2021.

Because of the situation with my roomate and friend, they decided I wouldn’t have to move over the Christmas holidays but could wait until sometime in the New Year.

Then in February 2021 they started pressuring me to move into another house again.

On March 3rd 2021, I was finally moved into a Calgary Dream Centre community house in Marlborough.

Then starting on October 1st of this month, they wanted me to go into a house in the Community Housing Program run by the City of Calgary itself.

I was finally given an ultimatum on Thursday October 7th of this month.

You can read about it in my October 6th and October 7th blog posts.

Today I received an email from the case worker for the Calgary Dream Center Community House in Marlborough.

So I answered her.

My email came back with the message MESSAGE BLOCKED and showed a sinister looking Orwellian 1984 style traffic light with a sinister looking red light.

What the- Let’s Go Brandon!

What was that about?

My house case worker had sent me a message.

I replied.

I never said anything offensive.

And for some strange reason, my email was blocked from reaching her and I get the reply MESSAGE BLOCKED with sinister looking Orwellian 1984 overtones.

That did it.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The gloves are off as far as I’m concerned.

J’Accuse the Calgary Dream Center of acting like an obnoxious insensitive bureaucratic institution.

There’s something rotten in the state of Denmark (Calgary).

And it’s the Calgary Dream Center.

The place is a nightmare.

-A personal essay
written by Christopher
Tuesday October 19th
2021.

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Harvey The Rabbit and Sears Department Store

January 7, 2018 at 9:47 pm (Personal essays) (, , , , )

Harvey The Rabbit and Sears Department Store

Tomorrow the last of Sears Canada’s 130 remaining stores will close.

Among the Sears stores closing will be the Sears at North Hill Mall in Calgary.

I have many fond memories of that particular Sears store and North Hill Mall in general.

Because as a kid, whenever my family came down from Edmonton to Calgary to visit my grandparents, that was the closest mall to where my grandparents lived.

So my sister and I would often walk there.

In those days, North Hill Mall seemed a fantastic place.

When I moved to Calgary in 2016, I did visit North Hill Mall- once.

Now it seemed to resemble a federal penitentiary more than a shopping mall and so I haven’t been back since.

My most vivid memory of the Sears store at North Hill Mall in Calgary was buying a plush animal there when I was a kid.

The plush animal that I bought there was a 3-foot tall purple bunny rabbit with big pink floppy ears and a big pink floppy tail.

I called the rabbit Harvey after the rabbit in an old 1950 comedy movie with Jimmy Stewart.

Harvey is a rabbit that is seen by a wealthy drunk named Elwood P. Dowd (Jimmy Stewart).

Most of Dowd’s relatives and friends think the 6 ft. tall giant rabbit that Dowd sees and talks to is imaginary and seek to have him committed to an insane asylum.

By the end of the movie, it becomes apparent that Harvey is real but only a few people are able to see him.

So when I bought Harvey, the store clerk at Sears did not have a big enough shopping bag to put him in.

She managed to fit most of him into the bag but as my sister remarked at the time, “His bum is sticking up in the air with his big pink fluffy tail sticking out.”

This could pose a problem.

Because to get back to my grandparents, we’d have to walk along 16th Ave N which just also happens to be the Trans-Canada Highway (Canada’s national coast to coast highway).

And the thought occurred to me that it might be somewhat embarrassing to walk along Calgary’s stretch of the Trans-Canada Highway holding a shopping bag with a purple bunny rabbit’s bum with a big pink fluffy tail sticking up in the air.

So I asked my sister if she would carry it for me.

She naturally said no.

I then said I’d give her 5 bucks if she’d do it.

She wanted to see the money first so I gave it to her.

Of course a quarter of the way home back to our grandparents with cars slowing down along the Trans-Canada so drivers and passengers could stare at a big purple bunny rabbit bum with a big pink fluffy tail sticking out of a shopping bag, my sister offered to give the 5 bucks back if I’d take the shopping bag from her.

I refused.

When we got back to our grandparents, my sister spent the entire day complaining about having to carry a shopping bag along the Trans-Canada Highway with a big purple bunny rabbit’s bum with a big pink floppy tail sticking out of it.

Who’d have thought that the closing of a big department store would have brought back such amazing memories? 😉

-A personal essay
written by Christopher
Sunday January 7th
2018.

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Jack O’ Hare At The Calgary Stampede: A Poem

July 8, 2017 at 6:30 pm (Nature, News, Poetry) (, , , , )

Jack O’ Hare At The Calgary Stampede

Jack O’ Hare decided to go to the Calgary Stampede
he brought along some carrots on which to feed
he found some real tiny boots in which to put his 4 furry feet
and put a cowboy hat on his head which was kind of neat

He watched the chuck wagon races
and bulls putting cowboys through their paces
he saw roping
and groping
he saw the famous 8 second ride
and those who early on land on their hide

He avoided going on the carnival rides
he didn’t want to upchuck his carrots from his insides

He hopped here
he hopped there
he hopped everywhere
Jack O’ Hare thought that this was indeed the place to be
as he watched fireworks atop the hat of Mayor Naheed Nenshi.

-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Saturday July 8th
2017.

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Dashwood Forrest and Pan Goatee In Calgary

March 29, 2017 at 5:30 pm (Commentary, Culture, Folklore, Horror, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

“What a place totally devoid of culture,” Dashwood Forrest the Oscar Wilde of the 21st Century said to his Undead butler and valet Mulligan the Irish zombie.

“I’d have to agree,” Mulligan the Irish zombie remarked. He had only spent less than 24 hours in the city and he was already forgetting how to recite Irish ballads and poetry.

“I imagine if one were looking for culture and learning in Calgary, one would probably only find it among certain people living in homeless shelters in a city such as this,” Dashwood Forrest sipped on his chocolate milkshake.

“I’d have to agree,” Mulligan the Irish zombie nodded, “and what extremely ugly women seem to live in this city. I’ve never seen such fat ugly looking specimens.”

Mulligan the Undead promptly died again as he looked out the window and saw the walking specimens of ghastly horror.

Mulligan’s last words before dying a second time were, “Genesis 6 would have never happened had the angels landed in Calgary instead of the Middle East. There would have been no rise of the Nephilim because the sons of God would not have found the daughters of men attractive.”

“Truer last words were never spoken, Mulligan,” Forrest acknowledged, “with the possible exception of Oscar Wilde’s last words spoken in his room, “Either that wallpaper goes or I do.” It’s amazing how unattractive interior decorating can lead to deaths of great geniuses. To say nothing of how unattractive exterior decorating can lead to the death of one’s valet.”

Dashwood Forrest thought of calling South African witch doctor Sterling Makabo on his mobile phone and get him to chant a spell to bring Mulligan back from the dead.

He thought he’d wait a while however until they had left Calgary.

Forrest was in a quandary however. Even though he was gay, the site of such repulsive ugly looking members of the opposite sex waddling around and fender bumping their broomsticks in public was enough to kill one’s libido faster than taking a cold shower in a U.S. Army barracks.

Forrest removed a classical ancient Greek olive oil lamp from his jacket pocket.

The lamp had been a gift from his good friend Ivanka Trump for favours rendered.

If he remembered his Arabian Nights folklore correctly, Aladdin used a magic lamp to summon a genie.

Maybe he could rub this lamp and summon a genie to bump off all these ugly women.

Dashwood Forrest rubbed the lamp.

Pan Goatee appeared.

“How the Hell did I get from an Orson Welles repertory film festival in Washington D.C. (where strangely enough I was the only one in the theatre) to a milk shake bar in what looks to be the city of Calgary- the city of gay cowboys- not surprising given the overall unattractiveness of the women here,” the genetically created satyr serial killer scratched his head.

“I do most humbly apologize, my good man,” Dashwood Forrest bowed, “or rather my good satyr, I was hoping to summon a genie but you’ll do. I was wondering if you could slay these ugly women for me.”

“Happy to oblige,” Pan Goatee took out his astrally projected laser machete and walked out the door where he proceeded to behead ugly women left, right and center.

Pan Goatee’s aesthetically oriented mercy killing actions led to Mulligan the Irish Zombie coming back from the dead.

“Why did we come to Calgary anyways?” Mulligan asked Dashwood Forrest.

“To see Lake Louise in the Blue Canadian Rockies to celebrate Dame Vera Lynn’s 100th Birthday earlier this month,” Dashwood Forrest explained.

“Then let’s go see Lake Louise and go,” Mulligan pleaded.

“An excellent idea,” Forrest said, “go outside and hail a taxi for us, will you?”.

As the Michael Jackson song Thriller played in the background on the old milkshake bar diner’s jukebox, Mulligan the Irish zombie ran outside and did just that.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 29th
2017.

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Seeing An Old Friend Jack O’ Hare: A Poem

November 29, 2016 at 5:05 pm (Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry) (, , , , )

Seeing An Old Friend Jack O’ Hare:
A Poem

When my dad was still alive and I lived in his house,
there was a wild hare jack rabbit that lived in our back yard
that we called Jack O’ Hare.

He used to observe me when I worked on my computer downstairs
and my dad would occasionally look through the kitchen window watching Jack
as Jack watched me.

I was always fascinated how Jack’s fur changed colour throughout the seasons
In summer, he was gray
In winter, he was white, pure white in colour.

There was a neighbourhood pub I’d sometimes go to at night
And Jack would follow me there and then follow me home
I discovered this in the winter time when Jack’s footprints showed up in the snow
His footprints would lead up to the pub
and then lead back to my house

On one occasion in the winter when walking home,
I decided to turn around and look,
Sure enough there was Jack who quickly skirted behind a tree
when he noticed me turn around

My dad’s explanation for Jack following me
was that Jack was probably worried I’d end up drinking too much
and wouldn’t be able to find my way back home
so he was there as my guardian angel.

When my dad died and his most recent will and testament wasn’t found
and the house was sold by orders of my dad’s Estate
and I was forced to move,
I always wondered what became of Jack.

When I moved to Vancouver, in my writer’s imagination, I imagined Jack crossing the Rockies and coming to the West Coast to look for me
I imagined him living in Vancouver’s Stanley Park
waiting for me to show up
But we never connected.

This past July, I was evicted out of my Vancouver apartment when the rents got sky high
as Mayor Gregor Robertson slept while navel gazing in a yoga lotus position.

I moved back to Alberta
this time to Calgary
where I had to live 3 months in a homeless shelter

Eventually I did get into a place of my own this past autumn
Way on the northern outskirts of Calgary
Almost in the country and farmland areas

And today when I left my place to walk to the bus
There in an area of parkland I suddenly noticed a huge snow white coloured jack rabbit
about the same size that Jack O’ Hare was

We seemed shocked to see one another
I stood there staring at him
And he stood there staring at me with his ears perked up
After a few minutes of staring at one another
we went our respective ways
I- my bus to catch
And Jack O’ Hare- carrots to eat and female bunny rabbits to woo.

Of course in reality I know it’s not the same wild hare jack rabbit
Not the same Jack O’ Hare who used to live in my back yard and who used to follow me to the neighbourhood pub and back home again

But in my writer’s imagination, I’d like to think so
That it is the same Jack O’ Hare
a Jack O’ Hare who followed me across the Rockies to Vancouver
And then followed me back across the Rockies to Calgary
and at last, we’ve found one another again.

And who knows?
A very wise man once wrote these words,
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
Perhaps Jack O’ Hare and I have found one another again. 🙂

-A Jack O’ Hare poem
written by Christopher
Sunday November 27th
2016

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Enduroman: A Poem

September 6, 2016 at 4:05 pm (books, Comic Books, Culture, Humour, Poetry, Science-Fiction) (, , , , , , )

Enduroman: A Poem

(written for my friend Stephen R. creator of the great comic book hero Enduroman)

Spider-Man and Superman all come to a crawl
and feel like they’ve hit the proverbial brick wall
when they come against the mighty Enduroman
who’s sometimes shirtless to pick up a cosmic tan

His real name is Matt Larson
he’s no axe-wielding Johnny Carson
his feats of strength and endurance will leave you amazed
but you’ll live unlike a Swiss villa at the End of Days

In C.I.O. * Headquarters beneath the Calgary Tower
he was zapped with Neuma Energy’s power
He was a shirtless early riser to the task
he was zapped while the Prof enjoyed a flask
and while Turnbull enjoyed his whisky and gin
Matt’s DNA was altered beyond that of the Man of Sin.

To Prof Turnbull’s surprise
emerged from the chamber before his very eyes
and while Mustard Seed clients ended up a fried flash in the pan
Matt Larson survived to become Enduroman.

And when the UFO Alien Hordes attacked the Earth
while Amelia Edwards pondered the circumstances that led to birth
the alien hordes destroyed everything in Earth’s Midnight Hour
The only thing that survived was the Calgary Tower.

Enduroman endured, Matt Larson survived
minus Dale Carnegie’s chapter on honey from the bee hive
But since the Public Library was now gone
his fine would not amount to an arm and a song

Enduroman was as mad as Hell
and while looking for a new planet to dwell
he encountered an archon from the Council of Nine
The Supreme Council of the Universe- so puffed up and fine
and what was the name of this pompous seemingly friendly archon?
Tremble ye mortals and shake at the name- for it is Zargon.

Zargon sent Enduroman off to complete many a task
and then teleported elsewhere to sit on his ass
he sent the Enduroman to search for the Five Pieces of the Pyramid of Power
although Matt occasionally took a coffee break in the Calgary Tower.

Supremacy, Dagon, Vulcanus and Gorkon the Enduroman fought
while Zargon sat and smoked the best of cosmic pot.

The Five Pieces of the Pyramid of Power were then gathered
and the prism that was Prison Planet for earthlings was eventually scattered
Amelia Edwards did survive
like honey from cosmic bee hive
Matt Larson took a lick and much more
he got to the bottom of this Eve’s apple core.

Amelia Edwards had been waiting for a millennium to up and come
and Matt was more than happy to beat the drum
He relubricated her plumbing inside and out
and being Enduroman he did not succumb to gout.

But word reached Zargon of Matt’s great new piece of tail
and the old archon felt like a tired beached whale
He’d send Matt to avenge the alien hordes’ destruction of the Blue Planet Earth
and give Amelia his own lessons in what sets in motion the circumstances of birth

Now Hogarthe was the mastermind behind the alien horde
Destroying planets was what he did when he got bored
Hogarthe- yes that’s Hogarth with an “e”
No cartoonist comic strip artist was he
rather an Apollyon Abaddon style destroyer he wanted to be

So Hogarthe went in search of Unix
Formula
while Matt served as Amelia’s horned cornucopia
how does this tale end you may well ask
as Matt and Amelia enjoy their great piece of ass
well write Marvel or DC to publish Stephen R.’s great comic book
and these questions that plague you will be let off the hook.

–A poem written by Christopher
Saturday September 3rd 2016
inspired by Stephen R.’s
great but unpublished
comic book
Enduroman.

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