shocked and sadened

I must confess to a little
shock and sadness
at the vehemence
of responses

to the death
of
Michael Jackson

yes at the end
he was odd
but he was made odd
by those of us
that read that shit
by those of us that fed the machine
by those of us that reveled in that hype
as perpetrated by the relentless media

I have to ask
was there ever definitive proof
that he was a pedophile?

I don’t ever remember there being a conviction
I don’t remember his having done time…
how can he be a pedophile
and come back to America?

was it ever proven that
it wasn’t just people trying
to make easy money?

have a boo here if ya think I’m just pissin in the wind

yes he slept with boys in his bed
but that does not a pedophile make
it’s weird –
(I hear the term “whack job”
thrown about)
but not outside
of the realm of human possibility

having been a victim of abuse
on several levels
in my lifetime
I still find it hard to beleive
that if he was really a pedophile
someone wouldn’t have shot him dead

so

for me
it was kinda like there was
two different people
the one that wrote amazing songs
and taught a generation new dance moves

and one that got squirrelly-ier as time went on
and seemed less and less inclined to reality
I myself spent years waiting for the news flash
that he’s permanently lost the end of his nose

but does this make him worthy of your hatred?
shake your head in amazement at his weirdness
absolutely
but hatred?

and in the meantime
I have to say
once again

that hate is like acid
it ruins the container

I’m not usually naive
it’s just that I try so hard not to judge
cos to judge you
is to allow you to judge me….

besides…
I seem to be
all out of hate just now

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Meet Daisy…


once upon a time
I served a Canadian MC’ing event
called the Ride for Sight

it was an annual fundraiser for
the Foundation Fighting Blindness
Canada

I was the BC Provincial Chairperson

in that capacity
as a fundraiser for the event
we held (over the 4 years I was chair)
several charity BBQ’s
in conjunction with M & M Meats

the first year we held the BBQ’s
I had assistance from the local SCRC chapter
of which I later joined, became an officer, served
and left

at the first BBQ held here in Victoria
I had occassion to meet an elderly woman
named Daisy

Daisy had very bad arthritis
and came out to tell me
that she’d not sat on an MC in some
70 years

“why” I asked

“well” she said
“once upon a time
a fellow took me for a ride
on one of them there
Harley Davidsons”

she paused and winked

“I thought he was quite a
nice fellow but my dad
would have torn a strip offa me
if he’d have found out”

“so why didn’t you go again”
I asked

“well he took me miles and miles
out into the country on this old dirt road
and then he just stopped
and he turned around and told me
I’d have to kiss him if I wanted a ride home”

“oh my” I said, “what did you do Daisy”

“why I slapped him and walked nigh
onto 6 miles home” came her reply

I asked if she wanted to sit on the Pickle
and she allowed as she’d like to try
so with a little wrangling her
grand daughter and I
got her in the driver’s seat”

meet Daisy….

(click on the picture to make it big enough to see Daisy’s face – delighted!)

thanks Gator for sending me these pix
it’s great to wander down memory lane…

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