Up there is a photo of my old stomping grounds in Ottawa. I've stomped many places and this was on the trail I blazed. Out of picture and just to the left was my old drinking hole when I lived there, the GPP. Many of my close friends stopped by the GPP today and they gave me a call from the pub to let me know they were there for a pit stop and were well on their way to their final destination in Montreal this weekend. The call was bittersweet of course. Wished I was there, but appreciated the nod from my home away from home when Ottawa was my home.

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The recent beheading phenomenon is very powerful in terms of psychological warfare. It's war, people. The amount of emotion it creates from a certain group of the population is disturbing as the immediate reaction is to bombard everyone nearby. When Saddam's sons were shown on television burned to a crisp for the world to see, I'm sure that also caused an equal rise in anger on the other side of the world. It's war, people. It's not supposed to be pretty. Like those parody songs on the radio that are ever so annoying, this broken record skipping which sounds of constant beheadings is also becoming frustrating to watch. Action bad. Reaction worse.



I'd rather live without fear and die within a year then live the rest of my life concerned about some thing or another terrorizing me and making me afraid to walk around this green-brown earth like I'm supposed to.