Sunday, October 30, 2005

LAS LIGAS AGRARIAS CRISTIANAS Y LA BARBARIE STRONISTA (1)

Del Diario ABC Color, Asunción, Paraguay:
Los padecimientos del padre Vicente Barreto


San Juan Bautista es la capital de Misiones. En 1976 fue la capital del terror. Los torturadores Camilo Almada Morel, alias "Sapriza", y Lucilo Benítez, alias "Kururu pire", entre otros, abrieron las puertas del infierno por donde pasaron los miembros de las Ligas Agrarias Cristianas. El pasado viernes, en la audiencia pública convocada por la Comisión de Verdad y Justicia, presidida por monseñor Mario Melanio Medina, algunas de las víctimas relataron su experiencia inolvidable.

La intensa lluvia no impidió que la ciudad misionera fuera escenario de la primera audiencia pública en el interior del país. La anterior fue en Asunción. Mucho público en el salón de la Cooperativa San Juan Bautista Limitada. Jóvenes estudiantes, en su mayoría, escucharon con emoción la historia de quienes fueron los actores de un proyecto que intentó mejorar la suerte de los agricultores. Irónicamente, los llevó a la tragedia expresada en torturas, asesinatos, desapariciones, saqueos, violaciones, exilio. Con todo, no son las páginas más negras del stronismo. A lo sumo, iguales a muchas otras.


El primer relato fue del padre Vicente Barreto, uno de los legendarios sacerdotes que arrimaron el hombro para que los agricultores del pueblo misionero de Santa María, junto con los otros de la región, realizaran su anhelo postergado de una vida digna.

El padre Barreto, de hablar pausado, sencillo, sereno, recordó las persecuciones padecidas. Fue varias veces torturado, varias veces expulsado del país. Evocó una escena repetida por todas las dictaduras de la índole del stronismo. Es la siguiente: le dijeron que podría irse, que quedaba en libertad, que caminase sin mirar atrás, mientras le apuntaban con sus armas. Así lo hizo en la seguridad de que en el siguiente paso una bala le destrozaría la cabeza. "No sé cuántos minutos después -relata-, sin poder ya aguantar la tortura de la espera y decidido a que acabara de una vez, volví la cabeza. Nadie estaba".

El simulacro de fusilamiento, según las víctimas, es uno de los suplicios más refinados a los que acude la barbarie.

El sacerdote contó este caso como los demás que padecieron: con una admirable calma. Pero cuando rememoró a los agricultores a quienes vio sufrir, la fortaleza de su espíritu se quebró. Su voz se llenó de lágrimas. Pero al instante se repuso alentado por el aplauso del público, tan emocionado como él. Varias veces pronunció los nombres de monseñor Bogarín Argaña y de monseñor Melanio Medina, por el apoyo que le dieron en los instantes de mayor peligro.

Desde que el país recuperó la libertad de expresión en febrero de 1989, fue posible difundir los relatos de las muchas víctimas de la represión en libros y periódicos. Los casos de las Ligas Agrarias incluyen con unanimidad el nombre del padre Vicente Barreto junto con los otros sacerdotes, españoles y paraguayos, que trabajaron con los agricultores en la promoción religiosa y social.

La dictadura pretendió reducir la misión de la Iglesia en el interior de los templos y solo en las cuestiones celestiales. Ni un paso en la vida terrenal. Quien se atreviera a pisarla recibía de inmediato el apelativo de "cura rojo" en busca de desprestigiarlo. Pero a los sacerdotes comprometidos con los tiempos actuales la nueva y acertada interpretación y difusión de los evangelios nunca se detuvieron por sufrir insultos, mentiras y represiones del stronismo. Convencidos de cumplir con su sacerdocio, seguían adelante en la tarea arriesgada de caminar junto a los necesitados de Dios, de pan y de libertad. De esta fibra está hecha el corazón del padre Vicente Barreto.


PARA QUE LAS AUDIENCIAS PUBLICAS
En el inicio del acto en San Juan Bautista, monseñor Medina recordó que la Comisión de Verdad y Justicia recibe el testimonio de las víctimas del stronismo en sesión pública. Es para que tenga toda la transparencia posible mediante la intervención, si cabe, de personas que lo ratifiquen o desmientan. Del cotejo saldrá la versión final. "Solo nos interesa registrar la verdad", agregó monseñor Medina. No es tarea fácil. Con su poder económico y político, provenientes de una larga y ruinosa corrupción, el stronismo renaciente buscará enlodar la publicación que contenga todo el dolor, el sufrimiento, las penalidades, de sus víctimas.
Es fácil predecir esta acción. Los stronistas, beneficiados por la democracia que nunca quisieron para el pueblo, alzan de nuevo la cabeza y se dan en la tarea proselitista. De apoderarse de la Junta de Gobierno del Partido Colorado, estarán a un paso del gobierno de la nación. Para ello acudirán al medio que demostraron dominar en 35 años de ejercicio: el engaño. Negarán, ofendidos, la barbarie que cometieron contra el pueblo. En el colmo del cinismo -como ya lo están haciendo-, dirán que los agricultores vivieron felices con Stroessner "y no lo sabían". Todavía no hemos escuchado, pero ya se escuchará, que gracias a los stronistas las Ligas Agrarias Cristianas fueron un modelo de proyecto campesino. Los torturados, los muertos a golpes, los desaparecidos, aparecerán como obras de los comunistas guiados por los curas rojos y otros malos paraguayos.

Esta propaganda, sostenida durante más de tres décadas, ha causado un daño incalculable a los miembros de las Ligas Agrarias. Hasta hoy, tal como se ha expresado en la audiencia sanjuanina, se los mira de reojo, con desconfianza, hasta con miedo. Muchos de ellos viven todavía en la marginación, perseguidos por una propaganda nefasta. Una de las expositoras, Gladys Ortellado Meza, denunció que en Salto del Guairá no consigue trabajo. La acusan de "comunista". Es la hija de Silvano Ortellado Flores, dirigente de la Liga asesinado delante de sus hijos. Es otra de las historias que vamos a contar de labios de su viuda y de dos de sus hijos.

Próxima nota: Exposición de la hija de Martín Rolón.

Alcibiades González Delvalle

Friday, October 28, 2005

To love... (from Juana la Cubana)

To love is a gift. To love is to create. God is pure love, He is the creator. Love can change even the hardest of hearts. I do not believe in making an effort to convert anyone, one cannot be converted by desiring it. But perhaps I should be making an effort to become the kind of person, who by temperament alone, unconsciously converts those around her. Alas, I am no saint. I do not even come close to sainthood. Perhaps my continued stay on this island will inevitably bring me closer to God?

The parrots make such a racket some days, I lose patience and yell at them. Even the monkeys get on my nerves from time to time. But they are only parrots and monkeys, doing their thing.

I pray for patience. Impatience destroys.

I need to pray more. Period.

Marc's Birthday...

... was yesterday. As predicted, we "celebrated" without him. I let the kids have pop again, we went to soccer, made cards for him and left them on the stove under the small light from the fan there, for him to find when he got home. (Which ended up being at 1:30 am) Must have been fun.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Gabriel's Birthday

Today is Gabriel's birthday. We had spaggetti and cake and brought out the pop to celebrate, and Gabriel opened his presents after supper.

Marc still hasn't come home from work, so we clebrated without him. He was home at 10:30 last night and didn't think he'd be home much earlier today so I didn't wait long for him.

I have a very sore back, it has been bothering me like this for a couple of weeks now. I wake up, I'm fine for a few hours, or until I sit down to write, sew or do something on the computer, and then I have really bad pain on the right side of my back, under the shoulder blade and close to the spine. Everyday it is the same, and even standing up, cutting hair does it to me. Even reading a story to Dominic at the table was painful. Am starting to look forward to not being pregnant anymore, although I have to say, in general I am enjoying this pregnancy more than the others. If I could just not have back pains, it would be perfect.

Oh, and tommorrow is Marc's birthday, which, if his work hours don't change, we most likely won't be celebrating, or we'll be celebrating without him. Not that he would mind that much anyway, birthdays don't mean a lot to him.

El Alejandro (from Juana la Cubana)

I have met yet another strange character on this island. He appears to be a wanna-be greek warrior, yet he has given himself (or was given) a Spanish name. The other day I sat for hours with him in front of my hut, listening to battle strategies and learning all about Greek heroes and legends. His name is El Alejandro. He is an interesting character to say the least, even though what he talks about (for someone not impassioned on the subject like myself) is rather repetitive and I found myself drifting off and thinking about other things as he explained the advantages of one type of weapon over another.

El Alejandro is a rather handsome dude, even if he is a bit dark for an ancient greek. But I imagine that even back then, there were dark greeks even if they prefered blond. El Alejandro wears armour and carries a sword. He wore a laurel wreath around his head the other day. He is very passionate about war and battles but he has not yet enlightened me on the finer points of greek society or philosophy. Perhaps we might talk about these things the next time? Or perhaps he is too busy conquering other lands to even learn much about philosophy.

Gollum (from Juana la Cubana)

Sitting here, alone on my island, I have plenty of time to think. I think Gollum would have liked to be like everyone in the upper-middle class. At some point, he found out that all he really wanted was to have a very good salary, a nice (big) house, not more than two children and wife who worked and also made lots of money. I think he resents not having this "ideal" of society, another thing which makes him bitter. Unfortunately, this is something Gollum can never have, or at the very least he will have to wait a few years before he comes close.

Ahh, the burden that weighs him down gets heavier as the years go by. It is a horrible thing to carry, yet he cannot let it go. It consumes him.

I , on the other hand, do not need material riches. I could live simply and with little, as long as I am surrounded by friends, for as long as I live. Which is why I do not mind my island so much, only the solitude sometimes. Gollum cannot understand this in me and it irks him. But I am my own person, I do not need another person's approval.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Dominic

Dominic's soccer coach has been letting all the children on the team try being in the net, in order to find the child best suited to be a goalie. Today was Dominic's turn in the net and he did so well that the coach left him there and at the end of the match he told Marc "I think we've found our goalie." Way to go Dominic!! I saw a bit of it before leaving to take Maryssa to her soccer match, and he was positioning himself very well to intercept the ball, throwing himself on the ground to grab the ball, coming out to meet the ball instead of staying stuck to the net like some do, and paying attention, unlike some who forget they are in the net and suddenly find the ceiling very interesting, or their feet, or... whatever. Ha ha. So now he just has to practice kicking the ball so he passes to his team a little better (and not to the opposing team!) and he'll be set.

Maryssa


Maryssa really liked Auntie Rose Anne's hair the other day. She wanted to change her hair colour too. Here, I styled her hair like I did for Rose Anne and then I sprayed some temporary hair colour (the type you get for Halloween costumes). She was pretty happy with her new look.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Maryssa went shopping...

Maryssa went "shopping" at IGA at the end of September with her kindergarten class. Here they are in the newspaper, thanking the manager/owner for his welcome. They each got a shopping bag of some fruits and other goodies. How cute!!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Halleluia!!

DH has finally found a job. He will be working at Bell Canada, starting Monday. The children and I have been praying for him to find a new job for a long time now, and he has been to umpteen interviews.

Some background on the subject:
DH was working for Canfor in Prince George BC when he found a job in Montreal, working for a company called Trisotech. Trisotech sent him on contract to work at the Molson Brewing Company in old Montreal, which wasn't too bad in terms of commuting, (from Saint-Jean-sur Richelieu) it's no more than a half an hour by car (when traffic is good) and maybe an hour by bus and metro. When you live in a city the size of Montreal, spending an hour on a bus is not extraordinary. So to commute an hour from a city outside of Montreal is pretty good. He didn't get along too well with his supervisor at Molson though. The whole point of him being there, is that HE was the expert on VIP the program that he was supporting and sometimes making changes to, to adapt it to better meet Molson's needs. Apparently the supervisor didn't like his suggestions. She wanted to do things her way, even when sometimes, her way wasn't possible with the program. She would even go to another guy, also working with VIP and ask him the same question and then receive the same answer DH had just given her. After DH had been working there for 8 months or so, the people above his supervisor decided to move her to another department, and replaced her with a different woman, (with whom DH got along with very well.) Apparently she did not like this move at all, and complained to her husband who just happened to be the president of Trisotech, the company that had hired DH. They called him inot the office one morning, not long after, to bawl him out because they had apparently received an e-mail from Molson saying he wasn't doing a good job and didn't fit the job description very well, etc, etc... and if he lost the job at Molson they wouldn't be needing him anymore. Needless to say DH was a little shocked and went straight to his new supervisor to find out why Molson was complaining. Well, that was the first his new supervisor had heard of that, and they finally figured out that the so-called e-mail was actually his previous supervisor complaining and pretty much blaming DH for everything. I don't know what she had to get so upset about, since she was only transferred not fired, transfers happen all the time in a large company. DH was transferred from one place to another so many times while working for Canfor, and he's had more than two supervisors at Molson.

Anyway, after about a year, Molson decided they didn't want to hire their own personnel and contractors to work on VIP anymore, so they put the care of that program into the hands of a different company, Ceridian. From then on, it was employees and contractors to Ceridian who took care of VIP. DH could have lost his job then, but he was transferred along with the program instead. So get this: now he was hired by Trisotech but working at Ceridian, for Molson. Things do tend to get complicated in the world of computers. He was also commuting two hours in the morning and two at night. He would leave before eight in the morning and come home after eight at night. The only time he had to do things around the house and/or relax was on the weekend.

When DH's contract came to an end, Ceridian talked of hiring him themselves, and it would have been a good move since they could have given him a raise in salary and still be paying him a lot less than what they paid Trisotech for him. A win/win situation. But in DH's contract with Trisotech it was stipulated that he had to wait (I think) at least 6 months before (maybe it was a year) before he could solicite work from a company he had been hired out too. DH mentioned that to everyone, or so he thought. But a few months ago (DH had already been working without a contract for more than a few months by then) when the manager either found out or had forgotten and was reminded, he got upset and accused DH of hiding things. Then a couple of months ago, DH found out they had hired someone else to do his job. I think part of the problem was also that Ceridian is a Winnipeg-based company and they preferred to have someone in Winnipeg instead, but DH didn't want to move, he'd just moved back to Québec, and wasn't ready to move back west again.

Anyhow, now DH had to train this new guy that is supposed to replace him. Actually, two people will be sharing his workload, the one they hired is supposed to do most of it, but someone else will be taking care of other things DH took care of. This new guy is in Winnipeg, but is incompetant and incapable of learning. DH has told him things repeatedly and he still makes the same mistakes. For example the computer the new guy was using couldn't support VIP at high speed (it was an older computer) but the guy had put it on at high speed and suddenly wasn't working for him anymore. DH finally figured out the problem and told him to reset it to a lower speed, because his computer couldn't support it at high speed. A week later the guy called him again (because DH still does support) because VIP was no longer working. He had reset it to high speed again. He said someone told him it was better at high speed. DH explained to him that even if it was better at high speed, the computer he was using did not support VIP at high speed and he had to lower it. Another week or so went by and the same guy called DH up, with the same problem, he had done the same thing again. DH couldn't believe it. This guy is supposed to replace him? Also when Molson gave Ceridian their version of VIP it was on a user-only basis. So when DH talked to the two guys who will be supporting VIP in Winnipeg, one asked if they could install it on their computers and DH told them they couldn't install it onto their computers, they could only use it from the CD ROM. A couple of days later, DH gets yet another call from the new guy saying he was trying to install the VIP program onto his computer but it wasn't working, he needed help. DH called up the other guy, and asked him, "wasn't he right there? Was I not explaining clearly?." (It had been a telephone conference) And the other guy said, "Yes he was there and yes it was clear."

DH also asked Ceridian what they were going to do at night and on weekends if a French-speaking user calls (DH is the one on call for support all the time) with a problem. Neither of the guys replacing DH speak French. So the manager guessed he'd have to hire someone else part-time in the Montreal area to take calls on weekends and nights. So now it is three people they are hiring to replace him. Not bad. That's what you call good managing.

When DH found out he'd been replaced, apparently everyone else knew he was going to be let go except for him. The people working with him at the office here in Montreal pretty much told him they'd be wary of the manager too because if he did that to DH, he could do it to any one of them, and apparently he'd done it to other people in the company he'd worked for previously. (DH has actually been at Ceridian longer than this manager.) But it gets worse. Just a couple of weeks ago, DH arrives on the Monday morning, ready for work, sits down at the computer, and finds out he no longer has access to anything. He calls up security, and finds out that apparently the Friday before was to be his last day at work. The manager had not told him, and he hadn't called Trisotech to tell them either. He also hadn't bothered to change the date once he'd decided not to let DH go right away. DH had no idea. Security had mentioned that he had clearance until that date, but he hadn't thought anything of it. Security called the manager, who told them to put him back on.

So day before yesterday, DH comes home and says, "I think my last day is supposed to be the 29th." "Oh," I replied, he's told everyone else except you and someone else decided to tell you?" "No," he replied, "Security told me I have clearance until then." The manager still hadn't told him he was going to be let go, nor had he told Trisotech.

To backtrack a little, when Ceridian decided not to renew DH's contract with Trisotech, and then not to hire him themselves, Trisotech actually did an about-face and told him if he wanted to sty with them, they might be able to find another contract for him elsewhere. But cross DH once, and he'll want nothing to do with you again if he can help it. So he preferred to find work himself elsewhere, and not take Trisotech's offer if he could help it.

I am very happy that he finally has a new job to go to. He has been looking for months now for something suitable, while staying on at Ceridian. He really hoped to be able to leave Ceridian before they actually let him go, not only because of salary, but also just to be able to say "Bye bye!" to the manager and leave him to deal with his three employees that he needed to replace DH. (DH doesn't think that the manager will last very long at Ceridian.) DH just called me this morning at about 10:30 to let me know, and he was heading off to Ceridian. I am sure he will be getting much pleasure in calling up the manager to let him know that as of Monday they will no longer have his services. I only hope that his experience with Bell Canada turns out to be a much more positive experience.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

The Whole Point of this Blog

I did a google search for my name (Jeanne) and came across the blog of another Jeanne called Body and Soul. It had an interesting title so I thought I'd go take a look. It turns out it is a very political blog, and quite leftist too, in terms of social justice, peace, etc,... which is okay by me, but I get bored after awhile reading nothing but politics, I like something to break up the seriousness... plus, in the same way I get tired of the conservatives bashing the liberals, I don't like hearing the liberals bashing the conservatives either, although this girl doesn't seem to be in it for pure bashing. In fact, she seems quite fair. I noticed she classifies her articles into different topics, among other was religion, and so, since this is what interested me most, (specifically to find out if there are any other "liberal" traditional Catholics out there...) I decided to go take a look under that topic. At first I couldn't determine whether she was protestant or Catholic, but I did like some of the comments she made. I found out she was Catholic but then I found out she doesn't think much of Pope Benedict XVI. I'm not a super fan of the former Cardinal Ratzinger either (in the sense that my heart doesn't pound faster at the mention of his name, nor do I jump at the chance to buy Pope Benedict XVI memorabilia, I think I'll leave that to the Cultural catholics), but I think he's done a fairly good job at preserving the Catholic Faith, although I am unsure of how open he is to issues like social justice among other things, and I tend to think that Pope John Paul II was a bit more open in that way. But hey, noone's perfect, and God uses imperfect people for his purpose.

Like her though, I have a great deal of respect for Monsignor Romero, who died a martyr. It's when I came to where she was absolutely in agreement with those blaming the Vatican for the millions of deaths due to AIDS in Africa because the Vatican banned condoms, that I groaned. Puh-lease. Like you can blame the Vatican, let alone anyone else, for the spread of AIDS. You CAN blame stupid (careless) American officials for using contaminated vaccines against some childhood disease for the AIDS virus actually getting out in the first place. They were testing these viruses on Africans because they weren't allowed to test them on American citizens. Of course they didn't know they were starting up the next epidemic, but what were they doing testing vaccines on Africans that they weren't allowed (or didn't want) to test on Americans? Yeah, they're just Africans, it doesn't matter what happens to them... I'll have to find a link to something on this because that came from a special in-depth documentary on the TV and I don't remember all the facts and I have nothing to back me up. As for the SPREAD of AIDS, especially once we found out exactly how it spread, you can only blame individual people for their own behaviour. To blame the Vatican because they "banned" condoms, is, well, illogical. First of all, the Vatican doesn't have the power to ban condoms anywhere. It only has the power to condemn them. Condems are still out there, in practically every drugstore. (At least in most well-stocked drugstores.) Second of all, if you are actually following the teachings of the Catholic Church, you don't need condoms anyway to prevent getting AIDS, because you're not having pre-marital sex and you're not committing adultery. The only other way to get AIDS would be through open wounds or unsafe blood transfusions both of which condoms will do nothing for. Third, if you are not following the teachings of the Catholic Church, whatever makes people think that you are suddenly going to observe that one rule? Come on, give me a break. Like someone is going to choose to ignore the no sex out of marriage rule and then in the same breath say, "oh but we can't use a condom, because that would be against the teachings of the Church." Whatever.

That brings me to the whole point of this post which was to talk about the whole point of my blog. Reading the blog of this other Jeanne made me wonder, is she actually against abortion, or only in favour of reducing the number of abortions? Is she traditional and liberal, or totally liberal? Who and what is she? It would take reading through a long list of posts to actually find out, and I figured, I want people to know right away what MY blog is about and WHO I am.

So, here it is folks; I observe the teachings of the church (or at least I strive to). I consider myself to be a traditional Catholic in that way. I am however, NOT conservative in the political realm, at least not when it comes to social justice and international policy etc. Or at least not according to American standards. I am Canadian and we're not exactly the same over here as I have had several occasions (not always nice experiences) to find out. (Pro-social justice americans literally blasting me out for being conservative on issues like abortion, even though we were all Christian (?) and accusing me of hiding it from them (I was the one who started the group in the first place) Not a nice experience for me, who for some reason figured that if it was a christian group I couldn't be the only pro-life one could I? I never dreamed I'd get blasted for being pro-life in my own christian group! )

I have to admit, Bush is not my favourite guy. I can't even stand listening to him talk on TV. But I am not going to blame him for hurricane Katrina and everything else that goes wrong in the US. One guy can't possibly be responsible for all that is bad in the world, and he must have some good in him. I would personally not have voted Bush in the last american elections, had I been american, but neither would I have voted Kerry. I would probably have voted the America First Party, which was, among other things in the last election, both pro-life and for fair-trade. But I am not american and I cannot "waste" my vote on this party (since voting for it would be pretty much throwing a vote away... sigh...) so I voted Progressive Conservative in our last Canadian elections, which is neither pro-life nor pro social-justice, but at least THEY are still letting their elected members vote freely on things in parliament. The Liberal party is a joke, they are forcing all party members to vote the same way on key issues such as abortion and homosexual marriage. So is the New Democratic Party, and as for the Bloc Québecois, well, they don't even have to force THEIR members to vote pro-choice and pro-homosexual marriage. And those were the only choices I had. If it weren't for the abortion/marriage thing, I would have voted Bloc. (My vote was pretty much a wasted vote anyway as the Conservative party didn't even have a chance in my riding, or really, in any riding anywhere in the province of Québec. It was a fight between Liberal and Bloc, and how do I hate the Liberal Party? Let me count the ways...) At least DH and I agree on politics (except when it comes to abortion and marriage) and he is just as disgusted with the Liberal Party as I am, albeit not always for the same reasons.

But the whole point of my blog is not to talk politics (or any other one topic for that matter) non-stop. It's just to talk about whatever comes into my head really. This is the blog of a stay-at-home/work-at-home mom. So my family will come into this quite often. I am somewhat artistically inclined, so that will come in too. I enjoy a good joke, and I'll probably post a few. In fact, any tidbit of interesting news, political or not might make it's way to this blog. I like to keep it diverse, because I have diverse interests, and that way, anyone reading this might actually find some of the things interesting.

So there we have it. I think that pretty much sums it up. If you happen to be liberal, drop me a note and we can talk social justice, if you're conservative drop me a note and we'll talk faith matters instead... and if you're like me, somewhere in the middle, PLEASE DROP ME A NOTE AND LET ME KNOW I'M NOT ALONE IN THIS UNIVERSE!!!

Edited to add:

Apparently it was not a contaminated childhood disease (polio) vaccine that was the cause of the start of the AIDS epidemic, but instead most likely a contaminated Hepatitus B vaccine. ANd I guess homosexuals fall under the same title as blacks, marginal, so who is going to care if somethings happens to them? It doesn't say here if they were just testing the virus, but in any case, they certainly weren't careful, and they couldn't have chosen to transfer the virus to any two other groups more likely to propagate it if they had wanted to. Neither group is well-known for it's celebacy.

"The answer to this question was singularly advanced by a Harvard-degreed independent investigator, Dr. Leonard Horowitz in the award winning book Emerging Viruses: AIDS & Ebola -- Nature, Accident or Intentional? (Tetrahedron Press, 1998; 1-888-508-4787; http:www.tetrahedron.org) Dr. Horowitz unearthed and reprinted stunning scientific documents and National Institutes of Health contracts proving that chimpanzees, contaminated with numerous viruses, were used to produce hundreds of hepatitis B vaccine doses administered to central African Blacks along with homosexual men in New York City at precisely the time Dr. Myers and colleagues claim the origin of HIV "punctuated event" occurred". Whole article here...

Monday, October 17, 2005

Rosie by day - Rosie by night

Rose Anne has just graciously sent me a recent picture of herself in Ecuador for the "before" picture, also to be known as Rosie by day... So here we go:


Rosie by day and......... Rosie by night


The desert isle, blessed solitude (from Juana la Cubana)

The wind blows through my hair, which has grown longer since I have been here, and I am reminded of a old photo of my mother, long hair blowing in the breeze, surrounded by children. Here, though, there are no children, instead I am surrounded by monkeys, jumping and chattering in the trees.

Sometimes it is just easier to get things done by yourself, on your own. Sometimes it is worthwhile to not include reluctant people in your plans, no matter how important they may be to you, however important it might seem for them to be with you, just to avoid conflict and stress. I have begun to purge Gollum from certain areas of my life. Gollum is a strange mix. He desires good, but does not know what good is. He can be patient and generous with many things and then suddenly turn around and crush me.

Gollum was once a happy, innocent lad and then something happened to him. He carries a great load, it eats at him, it makes him very bitter towards certain people, places and things. I have learned to avoid certain subjects of conversation around him. I have learned to hide certain things. I have learned to avoid going to certain places with him. I must now learn to leave him out of certain projects as well.

Gollum mostly stays in his cave near the water's edge when he comes and does not visit much of my island, he would not understand it. On my island, I am free to talk of the things I wish to speak about, do the things I wish to accomplish, visit the places I want to see.

The monkeys do not seem to appreciate my presence here, so close to their home. This is their territory, I should return to mine, my humble beach hut. Or maybe I shall go take a short dip in the hotsprings just a few minutes walk from here?

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Am I my mother's daughter?

There is this picture that sticks in my mind of my mother, 7 or 8 months pregnant with her fourth child, posing in the park not far from our home in Moose Factory, with us older kids and our Grammy (her mother). It is 1977, probably August or September, and my mother still wears those "cat" glasses from the 60's. She has one of those semi-psyquedelic shirts on, a mix of reds, oranges and browns. Her hair is long, (falls past her breasts), blond, and parted in the middle. She also happens to be blessed with naturally wavy hair. It is one of those lovely late summer days, there is a small breeze and wisps of my mother's hair are dancing lightly.

It is a moment lost in time. This was one of the last summers Grammy spent with us. She stayed with us again in 1979 when my mother was pregnant with her last child. She left not long after my brother Jean Pierre was born in November. My mother accompanied her on her trip home, but she never made it home. They made it to St Catherines Ontario, where my mother has a cousin. My Grammy died at the hospital in St Catharines.

I was only seven and a half when Grammy died. I do not remember her all that well, just that she loved us very much, that she sent us huge boxes full of different presents at Christmas and for our birthdays, that I was always very happy when she came and that she walked very slowly whenever we had to walk anywhere. I also remember that I was sad when she died.

Fast forward to the present: I look in the mirror at myself sometimes and I see my mother, especially in the mornings before I do anything with my hair. I look at the reflexion (sometimes) surrounded by children, wearing a shirt with pink, tan and brown swirls (semi-psyquedelic?), the belly huge with a fifth child, my hair long and parted down the middle, and still wearing glasses from the early nineties.

My hair does not fall just past my breasts, (although I'd like to get it there sometime), it falls to just above. I have light brown hair, not blond hair. I was not blessed with waves although you can't say that my hair is perfectly straight either. The nineties glasses are a far cry from the cat glasses, but what we have in common is that by this stage in our lives, we have been wearing the same glasses for over 10 years. (I was told recently by a friend that it was time to change,... hee hee, but I'm in no hurry) Oh, and my mother was almost ten years older than I am now. But I see her staring out at me from my reflexion. I recognize her when towels have to be folded just so, when flowers are added to the decor, or when I prefer to do things in the kitchen without my children's "help". I know she is there when I grumble to myself about how my husband puts pots away. I see her when I hug my children and tell them I love them, or when I insist that they eat at least one teaspoon of whatever it is they don't like.

I am not my mother. We differ on too many things. But I am my mother's daughter. We are the same on too many things.


This is from a different summer. I don't have the other photo. I am the oldest child, on the far left. These are my paternal grandparents. Our garden is in the back and the neighbour's house just beyond that. My mother is pregnant (but less advanced) with her last child, my brother Jean Pierre. She has had her hair cut. This also happens to be the last I saw of either of my paternal grandparents, whom I never knew very much. They lived too far away for us to visit very often. They died only a few years later. They were the same age my parents are now when they died.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Are You a Cultural Catholic?

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"You are a WASP/Convert"


You've been to a parish bingo game once. Don't
worry, we won't tell. After all, WASPs are
allowed in the Church as well.

We just don't trust you very much.

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What I would like to know is: What the heck is a WASP and why are "we"(?) not to be trusted? And how did I even get that result? I thought I was a pretty good Catholic, I thought I chose fairly Catholic responses... and why the comment about going once to a parish bingo, is that supposed to mean that's as often as I've been near a Catholic Church? I don't think so!!!

Edited to add: I went to the author's page and saw the (hilarious) explanation of what it is to be culturally Catholic. So that cleared things up. I am definitely not very culturally catholic. And I think the bingo thing doesn't mean I don't go to mass, it just means I'm not the type to go to all these extra-curricular parish activites. Which is more or less true. But I still don't know what a WASP is. To read the post go here. It's worth it.

Friday, October 14, 2005

If I hadn't had enough of pinatas yet...

... I should by the time this is over. I have just started a new pinata for Gabriel.

Gabriel's birthday is on the 26th of October, and I'm going to have a small party for him on the 6th of November. I would have done it on the 30th and gotten people to dress up in costumes, but Marc has a course on that weekend, all weekend long, so I'm doing it on November 6th instead. I am doing a Boots pinata this time. (As in Dora the Explorer and Boots the monkey friend). We
don't know anyone with children his age in our area, so it is going to be a small party, probably with more adults than children invited.

No Halloween party this year. It was just too much effort and hardly anyone came last year. And besides, like I said, Marc has a course on that weekend anyway.

My Poor Daughter

This would be funny, if it weren't for the fact that my poor daughter actually had a good scare and was very upset:

The other day, Maryssa decided to put up a big fuss when it was time to go to bed. I tried brushing her teeth, but she wouldn't open her mouth and just pretty much gave me a temper tantrum, so I decided "I'm not putting up with this, she'll just go to bed now and forget about all the bed-time rituals".

So when she decided all of a sudden that she DID want to brush her teeth, (once I put her in bed - or should I say dumped her in bed), I refused. "Teach her a lesson", I thought, "If she's going to put up a big fuss, she won't get a thing". So when she even got out of bed and put toothpaste on her toothbrush herself, I rinsed it off and sent her back to bed, where she cried (herself to sleep?). (She didn't actually cry that long, maybe a couple of minutes, which means she either fell asleep very quickly, which shows - on top of the tantrum - how tired she was... or she "got over it" quickly.)

Anyway, little did I know that the poor child actually thought HER TEETH WERE GOING TO ROT. I often tell the children to brush their teeth before going to bed so their teeth don't rot. Of course, missing one night's brushing isn't going to make you lose your teeth. It takes months of continued neglect to do that. But I didn't realize that my poor daughter didn't understand this. I only found out the next morning when I woke her up for school, and she said, relieved and happy: "I still have all my teeth!"

I felt so bad. If I had known, I would have explained to her that they wouldn't rot overnight. I told her, then, that I would never make her do something that would actually hurt her. I am going to have to watch what I say from now on...

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Pooped

My brain is jello, my legs are limp, I have no more energy left in the evening. It is so quiet here during the day, then rush hour hits. Or should I say rush hourS? The three oldest come home and then I have to get them all snacks, because they're all hungry, and then I have to do homework and cook supper at the same time, make sure they finish their supper, make sure they're done their homework and finally get the three youngest to bed. All at once, one thing on top of the next and/or one right after the other... It is just crazy. Then I sit down with my legs out in front of me and catch my breath. By the time DH comes home, the only one still up is Jean-Alexandre and he is either done his homework or finishing it. So he basically eats and then can relax in front of the TV. He doesn't get to see much of the kids on weekdays, poor him, but he DOES get to relax when he gets home! And I just feel like I've been flattened by a bulldozer.

Whiskey anyone?

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Soccer Festival Pictures and more

I previously promised some pictures of the soccer festival, back in August. Well, here they are, finally, along with a few others.
Jean-Alexandre during the regular soccer season, Aug. 2005

Dominic, at Drummondville, just before the Légendes Fantastiques show

Dominic, at the soccer festival Aug 27, 2005 (Yellow shirt on right)

Maryssa, bringing up the ball at the soccer festival

Goaaaaaaal!!! Maryssa scores, Aug. 27, 2005

Jean-Alexandre at the soccer festival (white shirt)

Dominic's 7th Birthday, Sept. 25, 2005; blowing out his castle cake

Dominic's birthday party, Oct. 2, 2005 (notice the belly in the background)

Dominic's soccer cake Oct. 2, 2005

Monday, October 10, 2005

Rosie by night


I once drew a cartoon picture of my sister Rose Anne as she normally appeared, baggy T-shirt and jeans and hair not styled very much... I labled it Rosie by day. Then I drew a cartoon of a much sexier, done up Rose Anne beside it, nice clothes, hair all styled, make-up... and labled it Rosie by night. At least one of my friends saw it and (laughing) commented on how lovely Rosie was by night and would he get a chance to meet this Rosie?

Over twelve years have gone by since then, and "Rosie" no longer wears huge t-shirts and baggy jeans. And her hair has changed a bit too. But she came home Thursday from spending two months in Ecuador where her hair had gotten a bit longer, (past her shoulders) darker roots had grown in (she colours her hair) and her perm had pretty much grown out and a lot of it was frizz...

So I cut her hair on Friday, and on Saturday we had fun colouring it. We went a different colour this time, a blond-red, instead of just blond. She usually just colours it with colour from a drugstore, but we used my professional stuff this time. Anyway, I had to do the roots and make sure the rest of the hair matched (as much as possible) the roots. I think it turned out quite well, one can hardly sse a difference, even looking closely. Then I had fun styling her hair. That is what I like the most about hairdressing, the styling of the hair after...

We didn't think until after, but we should have taken before pictures. We did take after pictures though, as you can see here... I could have turned that into pretty good advertising. (Darn)

Happy Thanksgiving! (Well, here in Canada anyway)

I don't think the holiday is as popular as in the US, most people are just happy to have a civic holiday, but don't necessarily celebrate it in anyway. The children do, at school, when they learn about the first Thanksgiving and the American pilgrims, etc,...

Growing up, we never really celebrated Thanksgiving, not with Turkey and a big dinner anyway. Now, with my family, we do sometimes. Marc bought a frozen turkey that was on sale a couple of weeks ago, so I decided to thaw it out for Thanksgiving. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any.

Yesterday we were gone all day. We went to the baptism of the daughter of a friend. The reception was at another couple's house (also friends). We stayed longer, along with many friends we used to see quite often. All of us stayed for supper, then Marc and I left with the kids to go back home. I think we were the only ones from the Montreal area that were actually returning home last night, the others were staying overnight in Québec City.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The Seven joys of Mary

Here's a song that Great Big Sea sings... A (once) popular Catholic song and it made it's way into their repertoire, along with many other traditional Newfoundland songs. I love the way they sing it, think a mix of barbershop quartet and raucous celtic/East Coast style, lots of life and gusto to it. Something that would definitely appeal to kids today. I found the sheet music here, (just scroll down the page a bit), and it was actually free!! But the words aren't exactly the same on that version.

The first good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of one,
To see her own son Jesus Christ when he was first her son.
When he was first her son, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of two,
To see her own son Jesus Christ when he was sent to school.
When he was sent to school, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of three,
To see her own son Jesus Christ to make the blind to see.
To make the blind to see, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of four,
To see her own son Jesus Christ to read the Bible o'er.
To read the Bible o'er, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of five,
To see her own son Jesus Christ to bring the dead alive.
To bring the dead alive, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of six,
To see her own son Jesus Christ upon the crucifix.
Upon the crucifix, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

The last good joy that Mary had, it was the joy of seven,
To see her own son Jesus Christ to wear the crown of Heaven.
To wear the crown of Heaven, good man and blessed may he be,
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.
Oh Father, Son and Holy Ghost for all eternity.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Mmmmm...

...could there possibly be anything more delicious than a yogourt and fresh fruit parfait? In fact the word parfait sums it up,... perfect. The only thing missing in mine this morning is a bit of granola... didn't have any.

Dominic's birthday party yesterday was a success. I'm pretty sure that the kids enjoyed themselves. Uncle Cecil did a good job with games and stuff so I didn't even have to do that. THANK YOU CECIL! :) There were enough adults there as well to make it interesting for Marc and I too. I decorated a cake as a soccer ball to go with the pinata and decorated some white styrofoam plates as soccer balls too and hung them on the walls.

So now I have all this good, yummy fruit left over from the party yesterday. I always have fruit at parties... and it's so nice the day or two after when I can eat the left-overs... why do we only buy a bunch of yummy fruit when others are coming? Doesn't make sense... but that is the way it is. Got strawberries yesterday, three different kinds of grapes, kiwi, cantaloup, oranges and pineapple. While we might have some of those fruits in our house at any given time, it is only at a party that we have all of them. I don't think they are going to last too long. What can I say? I am a googoosh. (a big fat pig)