I Was Thinking . . . Because I was Exhausted – “I’m Getting Too Old For This Crap”. And then something that Could have Been Dreadful & Life Changing Happened to Anne, Myself & Stryker this Past Friday The Thirteenth, that Made me Rethink, that when it comes to Living – WE’RE NEVER TOO OLD . . . TO WRITE, DO & SAY WHAT’S RIGHT & NECESSARY.
In my last Podcast, September 13, 2019 (Don’t Let The Jerks Get You Down), I Opined about being Tired & Basically Overwhelmed with Information Overload . . . But More Specifically With BS-Overload.
You Can’t Turn on a News Report without Lies, Lies & More Lies, or the Constant Refrain of BREAKING NEWS OR NEWS ALERTS, which were “Broken” or “Alerted” many Hours Earlier, if not Days Before.
It’s All Sensationalist Crap . . .Designed by the Programmers to Entertain the “Mob” for the Purpose of Ratings, Wealth & Political Power.
It’s Gotten So Bad . . . It’s Hard To Tell The Difference Between Real News & Reality TV.
I’m Seeing Déjà Vu . . . between Today and the Roman Coliseum of Caesar’s Time, just before the Barbarian Hordes Penetrated the Gates. When the Media-Of-The-Day (Propagandists) Entertained the Plebeians through Death Battles between the Gladiators & Titillation of the Mob by Throwing Christians to the Lions.
Eventually . . . The People Will React In One Of Several Ways.
1 – Many of the People will Become Numb to the BS. And they’ll Surrender to the Handlers of the Entertainers, Or As In George Orwell’s 1984 – To Big Brother.
2 – Sides will be Drawn, as they Already Are, and the Final Result will End in Mass Social, Political, Property & Life Destruction . . . Which I Fear is where we’re already Heading.
Unlike in a “Civilized” Contest (Sports), where the Rules of the Game are Clear & Enforced by a Referee . . . in our Current Socio/Political Circumstance, there is no Referee, just “Teams” Vying for Dominance, Making-up the Rules as they Go Along.
It Is Mind Boggling . . . That in this Day & Age, we are Picking Candidates to Lead our Societies on the Person’s Good Looks & Fake Public Relations.
In Canada’s Circumstance, we have a Prime Minister who NEVER held a Permanent Job before becoming Prime Minister. Who Never Finished anything of Consequence. Who has Desecrated the Country’s Budget. And Spends Tax Dollars on Himself as if the Public Purse is his own Piggy Bank. But Justin Trudeau Has Great Hair & Loves Selfies.
Remarkably . . . On October 21, 2019 – Trudeau Might Get Re-Elected.
BUT FORGET CANADA . . . America is Bearing Witness to a Battle for the Leadership of the Democrat Opposition Between Liars, Cheats, Scammers & At Least One Woman of Ill Repute, who got to where she is by having Sex with a much Older, Wealthy, Well-Connected Married Man (Willie Brown) 31-Years Her Senior.
It Is Scandalous . . . That A Near Imbecile like 76-Year Old Joe Biden, who Never Accomplished Anything of Real Benefit to the American People, other than Getting Himself Re-Elected for a Lifetime in Politics, who is an Uncontested Plagiarist, A Bumbling Buffoon, a Liar, and Man who Abused Government Power & Prestige to Further his Drugged-Out Son’s Nefarious Business Dealings . . . To Be In The Running For The Leadership Of The Democrat Party, Let Alone Ahead.
Then There’s Pocahontas (Elizabeth Warren), who Lied & Cheated about her Nonexistent North American Native Heritage, which she used to Get Ahead, using the Benefits of Affirmative Action & Electability.
And Bernie Sanders, the Self-Hating (Anti-Semite) Jewish/American Communist Millionaire, who Rails Against the Wealthy, Who Himself & Wife Own Multiple Homes.
And All Of This . . . As The World Roils In Global Corruption & Incompetence.
I Have a Great Many Readers who seem to Depend on me for what I Write & Say. And every time I ask for Financial Support, I make a point of Saying, that if you can’t Afford to Help Galganov.com Financially, without Compromising your own Comfort, since many of the Galganov.com Readers & Listeners might not be in a Generous Financial Position . . . DON’T SUPPORT FINANCIALLY.
I Also Always Write . . . That even if I don’t Receive much Financial Help, I Will Write, Speak & Advocate Nonetheless.
But Recently . . . The BS Seemed Endless, and it Began to Feel as those I was Standing in front of a Tsunami, Hoping to Hold Back The Water, to the Point, that even after Investing all the Time, Effort & Money it took to Remake Galganov.com, Maybe it was Time to Stop Writing, Speaking & Advocating . . . BUT THEN IT HAPPENED THIS PAST FRIDAY 13TH.
The Day Started-Off Swimmingly Well – I couldn’t Get an Appointment with the ENT Surgeon who has been Helping me for the Past Plus-Dozen Years. So I checked if I could get an Appointment with an ENT Surgeon in Austin TX, and I could, at the Price of about $700 (Canadian) for a 2-Minute Procedure, which was very Depressing to me for the Cost.
And Then Anne Checked With A Private ENT Surgical Clinic In Montreal, which still allows some (very few) Private Healthcare Services, And Bingo . . . There was one. An Appointment was set for Two Weeks before we Leave for Texas. And the Cost was $125 (Canadian). This was a Great Start to the Day.
I Produced A Podcast . . . Loaded the Truck with Some Guns, Ammunition & Targets, and Anne, Stryker & I Headed for the Range, where we Met with some Friends (Unplanned) and did some Fine & Fun Shooting. It was a Perfect Day.
From the Range, at a bit after 5-O’Clock . . . Our Biggest Problem, was whether we were Going to Order a Pizza over the Phone, so it will be Ready at our Favorite Greasy-Spoon Pizza Joint, waiting for us when we got there, or Order a Pizza when we got there, and we would wait for it to come piping-hot out of the Oven.
AND THEN A YOUNG WOMAN RAN A STOP SIGN . . . About 50-Feet from where I T-Boned Her at about 80-kms Per Hour (50 Miles Per Hour).
I Had Just Enough Time To Yell Oh Shit! . . . Hit The Brakes So Hard, that 2-Days Later, the Sole of my Right Foot Still Hurts. I turned my Relatively New F-250 Super Duty, as hard to the Right as I could to Avoid Hitting the Other Car Smack-Dab on the Driver’s Door.
And When We Hit, It Sounded As If A Bomb Went-Off. The Other Car was a Mid-Size Late Model Toyota, which Spun in the Air for At Least 50-Feet, Landing in the Opposite Direction. My Truck Bounced to a Stop Across the Road, Facing the On-Coming Traffic Lane.
I Yelled To Anne To Make Sure She Was OK . . . She Was. And so was Stryker, who was Sleeping at the Time on his Side in the Rear Cabin. I threw the 250 into Park, left my door open, and Ran for the Toyota. I Feared the Worst for the Occupant(s) of the Car I Hit.
As I Ran to the Toyota, I heard a Woman Scream, as it turned-out, it was to her Husband – Call 911! And she ran to the Toyota as well. When we got to the Car, the Woman who Screamed to call 911 was on the Passenger’s Side. I was at the Driver’s Side, and saw that the Driver’s Side Airbag Deployed, and there was a Middle Aged Woman (44-Years Old) Sitting There, near Comatose, Strapped-in, with her Windows Shut and the Doors Locked.
Years Ago – I Used To Teach First Aid For The RLSS (Royal Life Saving Service).
I Yelled To Her To Open The Door . . . She Made a Feeble Attempt, and her hand Collapsed. I Yelled at her Again to open her Window, since her hand was Near the Window Controls, and she Managed to open the Window about 4-Inches, just before she became Completely Comatose, which Enabled me get my Hand-In, just Far Enough to Unlock the Doors.
While all of this was Happening, Anne got Stryker out of the 250, and was on the Phone with 911. The Woman in the Toyota Stopped Breathing, her Eyes were Glazed-Over & Half Opened. The Woman who was at the Passenger Side kept the Toyota Woman’s chin-Up, giving me enough time to get the Airbag out of the way, while I Rubbed my Knuckle in the Center of her Back to Wake Her-Up.
I Didn’t Want to Take the Chance of Moving her Right Away, for fear that her Neck or Back was Broken. Then, when it Appeared that all was lost, she moved her feet and started to Breathe again.
It Seemed as though EMS Help took hours to Arrive, but in all Reality, the Fire Fighters, Ontario Provincial Police, an EMS Worker & the Ambulance were Probably on the Scene in About 5-Minutes.
As They Started To Do Their “Work”, I Stepped Aside . . . & Suddenly Realized how Stressed & Tired I was. My Neck Hurt from the Whiplash & my Stomach was Sore from the Seat Belt. And Anne was Terrified for my Well-Being, Since All We Really Have Is Each-Other.
I Didn’t know Whether To Sit Down Or Lie Down . . . So I Stood. I was also very Lucky that I am Pretty-Much well known in the Area, and the Firemen Relieved some of the Stress by Lightening the Mood. One of the Police Officers was Happy to tell me that he was a Galganov-Supporter. And the Chief Investigate Detective gave me his Incident Report File Number & Personal Phone Number for me to give to my Insurer, so my Insurance would Immediately be Notified that the Woman driving the Toyota was at Fault.
To Add Insult Upon Injury For Her . . . She Got A Ticket For Running A Stop Sign.
I Didn’t Really Care At All About My Smashed-Truck. And I wasn’t Concerned at the Time about who was at Fault, since all of us could have Easily been Killed, Especially the Woman Driving the Toyota, had I Not Been Able to Hit the Brakes as soon as I did, when One Second Later, especially if I couldn’t Steer the 250 Somewhat to the Right, she would have been Hit Broadside, and she wouldn’t have Survived.
I’ve been Given a Great Gift to Communicate. I’m Neither a Great Writer – Nor am I Great Speaker. But I have the Ability to Communicate in a Fashion to Stir the People with the Truth.
We All Get Tired & Overwhelmed . . . but that Doesn’t Give me the Right to Quit. It gives me the Right to take a Break every Now & Then . . . and it gives me the Right to Bitch & Complain . . . But It Doesn’t Give Me The Right To Quit.
So . . . As I Always Say – If You Think What I Write, Say & Advocate, has Merit. And if you can Afford to Support Galganov.com . . . Your Financial Help Will Be Most Appreciated.
As long as you Want to Read & Hear my Opinions . . . I’ll be there Writing, Speaking and Advocating. It’s The Least I Can Do.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov