The Truth Can’t Be Hidden Forever

THE CONTRASTS AND TRUTHS OF LIFE PLAYED-OUT IN SECONDS:

As you might imagine, I’m not a person who is easily intimidated; yet, there have been times in my life when I was sufficiently frightened to feel the adrenalin flow, and my body tense-up.

I imagine many of us have been in a position like this, when it comes down to FIGHT or FLIGHT.

THIS HAPPENED TO ME MANY YEARS AGO IN VANCOUVER . . .

I was in Vancouver, British Columbia for the first time, while I was visiting with a Potentially Significant Client of our Ad Agency, who managed the Sales and Marketing of a prominent Downtown Vancouver Hotel located at the Harbor Front, whom I had never met before, when I mentioned to her, that the City really had to do much more to HELP the Homeless People, who literally existed on the sidewalks of Tony Downtown Vancouver Streets.

They were indeed pathetic, like flotsam on concrete.

HER NAME WAS DEANNA MCGONAGALL:

I was shocked with her extremely aggressive reply . . . when not only did she castigate me for being so foolish (I’m sure she wanted to call me stupid), but lit into me for taking a position on something I had no understanding of . . . and then off she went on a rant, telling me that these People are like the Seagulls, which haunt the piers around restaurants, scrounging for whatever they can get, screaming for more and more, to the point, where it isn’t pleasant to be there, so you leave, taking your business with you, depriving a Restaurateur from earning his or her income no matter how good his or her food is.

This woman who ran the Marketing for this Hotel, was an extremely Conservative, well Connected, Hot-To-Trot Career Businesswoman, who was a No-Nonsense get the Job Done, kind of person, who simply Cut-Through-The-Crap to see the World, how the World really was.

And while still being in my LEFTIST Days, I was aghast with her attitude.

But, in the interest of doing business, I kept my silence, and simply listened, hoping to get the account, wondering how unpleasant it was going to be to be working with this FAR RIGHT WING CANADIAN REDNECK, also pondering if she was a racist to boot, and did she know that I was Jewish, if we were to get the account. And what difference might that make?

WE GOT THE ACCOUNT . . . AND DEALING WITH DEANNA WAS GREAT:

I was shocked to find myself loving the business relationship with Deanna McGonagall. IT WAS GREAT. She didn’t waste her time, my time, or the time of our staff. She knew what she wanted and spelled it out loud and clear. And she didn’t have unrealistic expectations from us.

And then to our great loss, she left to run the Marketing for several Hotel Properties in Asia.

Years passed after my first encounter with Deanne McGonagall, after which, Anne and I enjoyed a comfortable business relationship with several other Top-Flight West Coast Hotels, which caused me to travel quite a few times to Vancouver, which is a city I instantly fell in love with, and tried to convince Anne to move to.

THEN ONE DAY IT HAPPENED:

While I was walking Downtown, more or less at the corner of Thurlow and Robson Streets, which is one of the great and beautiful intersections in Canada, where people of every race, description, and nationality merge and converge, all of a sudden, a filthy and stinking vagrant, with a heavy Australian Accent walked into my stride, put his face right in front of mine, and started to demand money.

I didn’t want a confrontation, and wanted the vagrant out of my face ASAP, so I reached into my pocket, and handed him whatever change was there, which only caused BAD TO BECOME WORSE.

TO MY SURPRISE . . . the Aussie Bum became extremely aggressive, seeing me as an easy mark, demanding MORE, shouting that I could afford it, and I better give it to him.

Before I continue telling you the story . . . you also have to know that most, if not all of these people who haunt the streets are armed . . . They all carry knives and various weapons, some for the purpose of committing crimes, most to protect themselves from each other, so, a confrontation with any of them could have a myriad of outcomes. NONE OF WHICH BUT ONE . . . WOULD BE GOOD.

SO I HAD SEVERAL CHOICES . . .

1 – Hand over my wallet and run away.

2 – Beg and hope for the guy to walk away.

3 – Hope for someone . . . especially a Cop to come to my rescue.

4 – OR Start PUNCHING with everything I had and hope for the best.

I chose to Fight . . . but just before I started to swing and got right into him, I YELLED and Swore right into his miserable face, which caused him to step back and run away.

In effect, I dodged a Bullet by the sheer force of luck, since I, ALL BY MYSELF . . . was absolutely and single handedly responsible for ENABLING THIS TAKER, who could have just as easily killed me, for doing nothing more than giving him some loose change.

IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS – SEVERAL THOUGHTS ENTERED MY MIND:

1 – The first thought that struck me, was about how scared I was, even though I had been in enough fights as a younger man, but this was definitely different.

2 – The words . . . several years ago, spoken by Deanna McGonagall, immediately came back to haunt me . . . that these people were not people from Vancouver who were down on their luck, who needed and wanted help.

But rather, were in Vancouver from all parts of Canada, the United States and other parts of the world, because the weather was mild, winters were not severe, there were plenty of Liberal Bleeding Hearts to champion them, and there wasn’t the resolve amongst the people and the government to get rid of them.

Besides, even if the City wanted to toss them out like trash . . . to where do you toss them?

IT TOOK MORE TIME TO WRITE THIS STORY . . . THAN IT TOOK FOR IT TO HAPPEN:

AND THIS BRINGS ME TO THE CRUX OF WHERE WE ARE NOW . . . I haven’t been to Vancouver for quite a few years, but the last time I was there, walking downtown, I saw human defecation on the sidewalk in front of fancy restaurants. There were men standing in the middle of the sidewalk, urinating in full view of whomever was passing by, as “normal” people pretended not to see what was happening.

There were liquor and wine bottles littering the gorgeous green hedges that separated and framed the private properties from the public concrete. And there were no shortage of people, either sleeping or passed-out beside the streets, who were in full view of anyone who wanted to see.

WHAT MAKES MY EXPERIENCE SO SIGNIFICANT . . . is that it represents EVERYTHING in a smaller context, to what is destroying our societies in the overall perspective, which has become so HUGE, that most of us can’t see it, or perhaps worse . . . DON’T WANT TO SEE IT.

WHEN THE SEAGULLS SMELL A MOOCH . . . they WON’T GO AWAY, and they won’t be silenced. Same with the SOMETHING-FOR-NOTHING-BUNCH, and the TAKERS of all description, screaming like Seagulls, who base their screeches on FALSE NARRATIVES, all of whom, who once, they get a foothold – do not let go . . . IS WHERE WE’RE AT RIGHT NOW.

WHEN I FIRST MET DEANNA MCGONAGALL . . . I DIDN’T KNOW:

I thought I knew, and I had my steadfast opinions about the indecency of how the Homeless were treated in Vancouver. BUT IN REALITY . . . I KNEW SQUAT, because I didn’t have to live with this Human Disaster like McGonagall had to.

And I had no idea what the consequences were, by allowing this outrage of TAKERS to infect our societal way of thinking like a deadly contagion, UNTIL I PERSONALLY CAME FACE-TO-FACE WITH IT IN THE WORST WAY IMAGINABLE.

SO . . . WHEN YOU HEAR MADDENING CROWDS SCREAMING LIKE SEAGULLS:

It doesn’t matter who they claim to represent . . . Black Lives Matter, Occupy Wall Street, Move-On.Org, Planned Parenthood, Ban The Guns, Sanctuary Cities, Global Warming – or for whatever contrived cause, because they’re all the same. They All Want Something-For-Nothing.

They want what you worked for, and they want it for FREE, and they want it now. And if you aren’t prepared to give it to them, prepare for a FIGHT, because you can only run for so long and so far, until you run out of time and distance.

SPECIAL NOTE:

I am extremely PROUD of the American who injected ALL LIVES MATTER into Canada’s National Anthem, which he sang at the National Baseball League All Star Game. BRAVO!

TO HEAR IT PLEASE CLICK HERE:

You’ll notice that the ABC Host, a Black Man in the Video, who has a great job, said in his comment about the inserted ALL LIVES MATTER lyrics . . . about the singer being CUT FROM THE QUARTET OF SINGERS for making that simple change to the words . . . “Let’s hope it’s permanent after doing that”.

I guess the Black ABC Guy has a problem with ALL LIVES MATTER. So what does that say to you? Or more than that . . . what does it say to the Station’s (Network’s) Majority WHITE Sponsors?

Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov