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I Cannot ‘DO’ This

I have tried and tried to keep myself on the positive side of all this.

I knew if I were to start crying the tears wouldn’t stop.

I realize now that there is no positive side.

And the tears will not stop.

For where lays the positive side of dying a slow, very painful death?

Show me.

My Maria Angelica M who had said she would always be there for me through out this has up and walked away.

Her false vows of love meant nothing to her – easy to say, but much to me on this tearful darkened day.

Her anger misplaced on my shoulders leaving a trail of blame on my heart.

I am losing my home. I have no time to find a place before months end.

I have lost my beloved Maria Angelica M or perhaps she has lost me.

I have the love of Roy, Dakota, Lisa, Randy & Emma in my immediate life.

I have the extended love of family & my many friends.

But, as I have feared, the tears are here and they just will not stop.

Where is that shoulder to cry on Maria Angelica M?

Oh yes, I forgot.

They were texted with false nailed fingers and etched onto my heart.

Some falsehood testimonials of how we would never be apart.

I discovered one lie after another and and the blame you sent to my heart.

Your love and devotion were quite easily redirected and here is the saddest part.

Your reason for running to another was the most hurtful part.

It took you but one minute to easily rip out my heart and here I do quote the answer you sent to me and destroyed this foolish heart.

I “pissed you off so you turned around”. and abandoned me for your love was a lie from the start.

I needed that shoulder to cry on. But in your deceit towards me you had already found some other arms to hold you so lovingly sweet.

I was shown by a mutual friend and saw through my own eyes on your Facebook these words you did speak.

They were not written for me, but another love in your life.

You may as well etched them with a knife for they have scarred my broken heart.

I needed your false love, if only to get through this one storm.

Then like the many other times in six years you could roam night after night.

And once again leave me crying at home for yet one more night.

I needed that shoulder. I needed your false love, if only to get through this one storm.

For a false love is better than no love when your whole world has fallen apart.

Now, like the skies out this hospital window, my very heart and soul have turned stormy and dark.

For …..

These tears are too real and the pain is too great.

For this broken man named Dann whose soul needs a break.

These tears are embarrassing as I sit here on display.

And pray to the Creator above to take me this day.

I will cross into oblivion when Death has her way.

How easy it was to deceive me with the words of love you say.

I know I sound foolish and broken for believing the love you did say.

I was raised never to say I love you unless the love would forever stay.

I cannot stop loving you forever more each day.

For my love is more real than your hurtful display.

#LightHouseDannVerner #FuckCancer


D-day 4 Dann

I have cancer on my mind.

Literally ….. true story.

As I previously wrote, I have been diagnosed with ‘oropharyngeal cancer’ in the neck and my cranium.

Which has migrated into my skull proper.

Hence soon, if not already, ‘brain cancer‘.


Deja Vu.

Once again it’s 4:20AM and here I sit, awake. Day 4 without sleep.

The physical pain is insane.

Yet, my broken ‘heart’ & ‘spirit’ are far worse.

I cried all last night over a personal matter and the stress of waiting for the upcoming news.

And, Deja Vu.

Here I sit crying like a pussy once again.

The second night in a row.

Mostly over the personal matter of learning that I am being perceived as ‘dishonest’ and a liar regarding my vows of love & of friendship.

I am or have been a murderer, a robber, a gangster, a thief and an idiot.

BUT a dishonest lover I am not, nor could I ever be.

I was self-raised on these streets since the age of 12.

I learned young that your ‘Love’ for your partner MUST be true and definitely sincere. You cannot say that you love someone and then cheat or lie to them.

I take pride in my loyalty, my love, my devotion and most of all my ‘HONESTY’. These are the cornerstones of any couple.

Anyone who knows me well knows I am not dishonest. I do not, have not, nor would I ever ‘cheat’.

I know the pain that inflicts all too well.

I am not dishonest in love.

I don’t lie about my emotions.

Nor would I play with the heart of anyone – friend or foe.

Who would want to claim a false love as real love” ?

No soul has the right to do such an evil thing. No person should ever damage another person in such a sadistic manner.

Many people contort the definition of “love”.

I learned very young that if you say something it should be sincere and honest.

I love my ‘Queen’.

The love I have for her cannot be shared with anyone else. I have given her all my heart. As you are supposed to when you swear your love.

She is my true soul mate, my lover, she’s my best friend. She is “mi Corazon“.

And one Corazon is all you get.

I have many friends.

The majority being females. Guys are idiots. My circle is a triangle.

I tell them both, male or female, that I love them all the time. I do love them. They are my friends.

But, not the way I “love” mi Corazon.

Definitely not in a sexual way.

It is not that type of “love”. It’s the love you show a ‘true friend’.

A completely different type of love.


My tears also have been falling as I am coming to the realization that I may have to face that ‘final‘ ….

Walk With Dann” .

That torturous, downward spiral of pain ending in the horrific death of cancer eating my brain like an invisible zombie.

61 years of hurt I endured so far.

The majority via a broken heart. Time after time. Over and over.

I don’t fear loving just because I have been a victim of dishonesty.

You cannot punish your future for what your past ‘has’ done. (Key word being ‘HAS’).

I am tired. Very, very tired.

Not sure if I should try to battle this battle or succumb to the depression and sadness perched upon my shoulders.

Death would be so relaxing. I know first hand.

You can’t cry over being perceived as a dishonest person when you are dead.

For to live and share your honest, deepest feelings to people who do not believe a word you speak is a real ‘Hell’.

Read my ‘Walk With Dann Collection’. I explain how your perception of ‘Heaven & Helheim’ are not as you are taught or even perceive them to be.

I am tired of adult life.

I am very, very, very tired.

And now it is D DAY 4 Dann

Later today I will receive either the worse news anyone would wish to hear,

or, perhaps the medium bad news stating a long list of parts to be removed,

or, good news saying that they can remove all the cancer and I shall live lonely ever after.


Good news for some people … not so much me.

I am tired.

Very tired.

I am all alone in a crowded room.

That room called ‘life‘.

And I am tired.

As we say in Nazarim, “Hineni”

“I’m ready my Lord”.

Life‘ number 8 was far more painful the my 7 times ‘dead‘.

I have mixed emotions over the cancer and what course of action I should follow.

Right now 70% of me is saying to refuse all and every treatment, come home, sit on my favourite chair and wait for death.

I want to.

I am not ‘living‘ – I am merely ‘existing’.

I am tired of existing.

30% of me hopes everything will workout and I will be happy.

But, how can a man perceived by his truest love as a liar and dishonest man find reasoning to fight has third battle with the demon desease?

And I am tired, very tired.

I guess I will find the answer to that question in exactly five hours and sixteen minutes.

Life has to have meaning. My dictionary of life is completely used up.

I honestly do not wish to go on existing without meaning.

No matter what, I have had a 61 year wild Nantucket Sleigh ride through every walk of life there is.

And now …….

I am tired.

I look forward to Valhalla or Helheim.

Be it sooner or much later.

I will smile as I enter either.

For then my heart will no longer hurt, nor my eyes bleed tears of heart ache.

I am an honest man. I believe strongly I am.

And I would never cheat on a soul I pledged my heart to.

I have a huge decision to make today.

It’s a literal ‘life or death‘ choice I must make.

At this time I am leaning towards ‘no treatment’.

We will see what happens at the hospital.

I am tired and I want to go home.

Plus, I ain’t looking so well …

Diagnosis: Cancer In The Neck And Head

So,since June, 2018 my throat increasingly grew more irritated and sore to the point I could no longer stand it.

On October 22, 2018 I saw an ENT specialist.

Diagnosis: cancer in my neck and head.

I fought the Big C demon twice before in my life.

1999 till 2002 I battled liver cancer. I was scared.

I just had my neck re-built. A result of thirty years of demolition, building and a very rough lifestyle. Followed by many motorcycle accidents and an industrial accident.

They did a complete dissection of my C2, C3, C5 & C6 vertebrae. Replacing them with bone donated from my right hip and Semple plates, screws, nuts & bolts.

And then the Creators slapped me with liver cancer.

Yet, I beat that Beast.

In 2005, the Beast demanded a re-match. This time it was gnawing on my bones.

Chewing up the hip I had donated bone from for the previous neck surgery.

Then attacking my few remaining teeth. Leaving me with six remaining.

As if not enough, it then chewed up my right foot resulting in it, too, needing to be completely re-built.

So, I beat that damn Beast again.

Now fast forward to present day…..

What I had hoped was merely a “sore” throat has turned out to be a collection of cancerous tumors on my tonsils, adenoids, lymph nodes and migrating towards my brain.

As I write this I am awaiting a CT scan and a following surgery. It shall hopefully be within the next two weeks.

They will be removing the afore mentioned parts and perhaps more – including my thyroid.

This does not trouble me. That would be the migration of tumors working their way towards my brain.

I like my brain. It’s iconic and extremely unique. Plus, we are very attached. Been together since my birth.

I only weight one hundred pounds with my clothes on. I jokingly say that my body is built like a rock band, “Nine Inch Nails” – for that is the size of my biceps.

It took 61 years to break this body.

You could go to the gym everyday and never be built like me.

I can barely eat. My esophagus is being pinched closed by the swelling organs and tumors within my throat.

My head aches beyond the pain of a severe migraine. I shed tears and find myself whimpering when I have solitary solitude. My nights are long.

I refused chemotherapy and radiation. It would definitely kill me if I were to attempt it

So, I will beat this damn Beast one more time.

I have to. My sons need me, I need them.

Mi fuego de mi Alma, mi Reina de mi Corazon would be broken hearted if the Beast should win.

I love her beyond love. I cannot allow her to suffer a broken heart. What type of person would break their closest love’s heart?

You can feel our love emanating from us in this picture.



And also, my other dearest loves. My constant companions, Princess Pringle and her sister, Princess Ruffles. They would surely fall I’ll in sorrow.

Sooooooo, I have a battle ahead of me. I am ready.

I have love from so many people – my kids, my ex-wife, my soulmate Maria, my very close nephews and true friends

I will beat this Demon.

It is just going to hurt.


But, she will be by my side. And I will receive healing from her love.

I am afraid, but I am also brave.

Which One Of Us Is ‘Different”?

Many people do not understand what they call “Mental Health“.

How do you explain the battle with your demons to someone that has been trained to believe that ‘different‘ is wrong?

Is ‘different‘ wrong?

Because to we who suffer through the constant battle of ‘personality disorders‘ YOU are the ‘different‘ one.

I do not believe in any of the labels society has placed on people.

I DO believe we all suffer from personality ‘conflicts’.

Every soul on this planet suffers the same stresses and have the same emotions as everyone else. We all live in the same space/time continuum. We all eat, drink and breathe the same.

We are all homo sapiens living on the same Big Blue Marble.

I have many demons who are constantly looking to diminish my everyday life. They do their best to bring anger, tears, sorrow and carelessness to the forefront.

I do get tired of battling them. I do give up on occasions.

I don’t want to, but, I get tired.

Damn, I get tired.



Real tired! I am tired now.

I have no fight left in me.

Which leaves me in a quandary.

Do I wear myself out and try to stay “LightHouse“?

Or do I walk backwards and become “Shake“?

Or do I escape into my mind and live life as “Dann“?

Or should I allow my mind to burst and revert to the infant “Boo Boo“?

Boo Boo works, spend the rest of my years as a parentless child with a shitty diaper and speaking only gibberish.

Dann presents problems because he is fake as can be. The smiling face society says is ‘proper‘.

LightHouse is who I strived to be.  He is a nice man. Educated, loyal and truthful.


LightHouse gets hurt often.


His smile is real. The reason he smiles is because society shuns those who do not wear the mask of the sheep.

But, I am no “sheep“.

Yes, I am having what you perceive as “psychological” disorders.

The disorders being that I refuse to be fake and I will not be commanded, I will not be controlled and I definitely will not let my life go on without a little help from my soul.

I will go on – maybe – maybe not.

I have published the fourth and closing chapter of my life – “Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut”.

My ‘Walk With Dann Collection‘ shows well the battles I have fought trying to conform to the sheepdom of society life.

Now, if I were to die tomorrow, and no one were to remember me, there lays a permanent record of my lives and my seven previous deaths.

Forever out there in paper form and the evil virtual reality of the unrealistic internet.

We need to stop labelling.

We need to stop being clones of each others perceptions.

Simple as that.






Unkz - A Canadian Cosmonaut

These Are My Published Books To Date

Last week I published my third volume of my “Walking On Dawes Collection”
This collection shows how no matter how fantastic you believe ganglife to be, Miss Karma and her brother, Mr. Chaos always wins in the end.

Today I published “Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut” the fourth and final volume of my “Walk With Dann Collection”.

The last chapter of my life, or as I should say, my various lives.

I pray that my honesty and confessions will touch at least one soul and prevent them from making the wrong choices I have made.

All my works are available at


I write my books for me.

I tell my stories for my readers.

I am not sure if my works are badly written good stories or well written bad stories.

Not too sure I care either way. I do care that, in my “Walk With Dann Collection”, I am telling my life as brutally truthful as possible. In shame and in honour.

I do care that my ‘stand alone’ books, such as “The Last Canadian Cosmonaut” touch your heart.

I pray that my other collection, “Walking On Dawes”, shows that the gang life, although often ‘exciting’, leads only to karma biting your buttocks.”

My Walk With Dann Collection

Volumes 1, 2 & 3

Damaged” is my first book.

Like me, it is raw and full of mistakes.

I have left it “unedited” as life has left me.


Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 1

A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.”

It is rough, crude in fact, numerous format conversion errors.

I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work.

It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles.

It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional.”


Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 2

Walks you through my middle years and three decades of marriage.”

It does not contain the excitement of it’s predecessor.”

It begins to show you who I was and who I was becoming.”



Walk With Dann Collection

Volume 3

Walks you deep into my personal life of trials and tribulations and my uniquely twisted none the norm perception of my realty.”

“Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut”

Volume 4 – Walk With Dann Collection

Unkz - A Canadian Cosmonaut

There are deeply complicated thoughts that haunt you, when you well know you are insane.

Insane by their standard.

I believe I am just Dann, just as I am.

I am not like others.

I am not them.

I am me.

Yet, there are multiple “me’s”.

And they are all I can or should be.

As the previous confessions of my life told within my first work, “Damaged, tells, I am, ‘broken

Began at birth.

Blue baby.

Unplanned child.

Unwanted but wanted.

And left to die before I had lived.

Only my deepest consciousness knows what I have experienced.

To keep my spirit alive my mind vaulted those days far in the depths of the encrypted memories.

Never to be re-lived.

Never to scar my soul once more.

Now, I am sixty-one years old and it is time for me to end this “Walk With Dann Collection” with this, my final volume.

To give closure to the three previous quarters of my numerous lives.

I am not soon to ascend.

But, my Walk With Dann Collection must contain a sincere final volume of my most innermost beliefs and thoughts.

For I cannot author them after I reach my own personal concept of Valhalla.

A final confession of both my rights and my wrongs.

I will utter exact truths, I will hold no quarter from exposing who I have become in the final quarter of a Canadian Cosmonaut’s life.

My life has been no different than yours.

My strife, my loves, my sorrows, my learning and my battlefield are far different than yours.

I present to you ………….

“Unkz, A Canadian Cosmonaut”

So, come, Walk With Dann.


(My first ‘standalone book‘ and my personal favorite.)

TLCC (2)


Here are the opening pages

The smell of the ocean danced on my nostrils as I walked, slipping and sliding, across the flats. My eyes darting to and fro, carefully scanning ahead for sink holes.

I should have been walking the other direction. Towards the junior high school. Towards hippie teachers trying to teach me of science, faith and nature.

I could hear the train in the distance. Pulling it’s tonnage of sugar cane around the bend to the refinery.

The tug boats crested the horizon. Their wake spewing behind them as they pushed against the mighty tanker so as to slow it’s unforgiving momentum. Lest it run ashore.

The shore. My foster home was there. High up the hill. It’s windows like two large eyes, taunting me with guilt.“Go to school“, they seemed to say.

I can’t”, my reply.”

Walking On Dawes Collection



Walking On Dawes Collection”

Volume 1”

This is a tale of a family who live their lives within the gang life. Except Little Ray. He and his family want him to break the cycle and live a normal life.”

There is tragedy, laughter and most of all ‘insight’ within.

Big Roy - Dedication

So come with us as we

Walk On Dawes.”


You Can’t See Me”

Walking On Dawes Collection

Volume 2

This is a portrait of a broken man living a broken life in a broken world where family and friendship are one and the same.

Where wrong choices can lead to lifelong regrets. Haunting the very soul and stabbing the heart daily to remind you of the penalties of actions.

Where a man can be all alone and un-noticed in a crowded room.

Where sadness shadows joy and joy masks sadness.

This is the life of one man on one street in one city.”


6315 – The Original Urban Viking”

Walking On Dawes Collection”

Volume 3”

Life can be unfair. It can be brutal.

Especially for an inner city young man growing up in the projects.

This is a tale of such a man. A man who walked many paths. Who made choices – good and bad. Who experienced love, hate, joy and sadness and bears the scars to show their result.

A man who chose the path of gang life over grade school classes. A man who’s rocking horse was a Harley Davidson. His playground was the streets. His graduation was held in a Federal Penitentiary.

A man who found remorse and regrets haunting him throughout his adulthood.

A man who wanted out.

A man who wished for peace in his soul and calmness in his heart.

His name,

6315 – The Original Urban Viking”

6315 Back Cover



My Seventh Book Is Published

“6315 – The Original Urban Viking” – Volume 3 of my Walking On Dawes Collection is now published.

So come travel the world with 6315. He hasn’t been right since t accident.

Is The Loblaw’s Rebate Card A Scam?

Back on February 16, 2018 I saw on the evening news how Loblaws was offering a $25 rebate card for their part of the bread price fixing fiasco.

I had to have been one of the very first to apply. Mind you this was last February.

I waited patiently.

My neighbours were all receiving theirs.

Finally, after checking my blank “STATUS” over and over, I decided to inquire as to why it was taking so long.
Here is the first email ….sent May 16, 2018

I submitted my registration on 16/02/18

My ID number is:


I even updated my address when I moved.

I emailed before and was merely told it could take up to 12 weeks.

My question is why have I not received a card when all my Neighbors received their cards weeks ago, many who registered long after I had

Powered by Cricket Wireless


Program Administrator


This was sent June 20, 2018.

No card?

My registration was submitted on February 16, 2018

I have still not received my card.
My registration number is


Dear Customer,

Thank you for your email. Your registration is processing. We will contact you if additional information is needed. You may continue to monitor your registration status at the following path:


Program Administrator

From: LightHouse Dann Verner <>

Sent: Monday, June 11, 2018 5:52:11 AM
Subject: No card?
My registration was submitted on February 16, 2018

I have still not received my card.
My registration number is


LightHouse Dann Verner <>

AttachmentsWed, Jul 11, 3:50 PM

to LoblawInfo

I applied for this card the VERY first day you announced it on the news. I still have yet to receive it, but neighbors who applied on the last eligible day got theirs. Makes me wonder if it was a scam.

I wrote a few times and was told it takes three months.
However, I must say that I am offended that you would even possibly believe that a 61 year old disabled man would somehow be scamming you.
A man who shops at your NoFrills at Saint Clair and Victoria Park Avenue, right next door to my building, daily for the past twenty or so years.
Talk about making someone feel like they are dishonest!!!! I had to have had to been one of the very first to register for the card. In fact I registered so early, I had to wait to submit the final registration because YOUR system was not set up yet.
I feel offended and somewhat a target for unknown reasons. ESPECIALLY AFTER ALL THE TIMES I EMAILED AND ASKED WHAT WAS WRONG.
I even contacted you when I moved because I feared the new tenant at my old residence may have sent it back or whatever.
I just do not understand how my neighbours were bragging about how fast they got theirs and here I have been waiting since late January or early February.
And ever time I inquired I was told it was being ‘processed’. For almost thirty weeks it has been processed.
If not for seeing my neighbours with the actual cards I would have definitely believed this was a scam.
I forget when I actually applied. It was the very first day you released the information on CTV News. Your website says I registered February 16, 2018, but it was a couple of weeks before that.
I actually had to be one of the very first to have submitted a request. And for six months I have asked and wondered why.
If I had not gone to your website today to check (out of curiosity) I never would have known you wanted ‘PROOF” I was not a low life trying to scam you.
No sent me an email asking for the proof either. So, if I hadn’t checked today I never would have known you thought me a scammer.
I suspect Loblaw’s will find another reason to delay or deny me again.
I hope not, but why else would it take a senior a half year but working young people next door and across the hall got theirs very fastidiously.
Anyways, here is the attachment they asked for
Which, by the way, my current address is:
Daniel Verner
Dawes Road,
Toronto, Ontario
offendedly yours,
Daniel Verner
As you can see I was getting upset. I sent them the documents they asked for.
Dear DANIEL VERNER (Registration ID WCB******):

The $25 Loblaw Card program was designed to pay customers quickly and directly, without requiring proof of purchase or forcing customers to wait for a class action lawsuit.

Our plan to distribute tens of millions of dollars is a natural target for fraudulent behaviour by others. We are asking for your help to protect your interests and make sure that the money we want to pay you actually lands in your hands.

We have received your registration and ask that you provide us information to confirm your identity – specifically and only your name and residential address. We ask that you please submit a scanned or photographed copy of any current documentation that shows your name and residential address. For example, a utility or cell phone bill will do. Please note that we do NOT need the account or customer numbers so you can cover up or remove the numbers in the copy of what you send us.

You can submit a copy of your documents one of two ways:

1. Through the following secure link:
2. By mail to Loblaw Card Program, P.O. Box 8111, Vancouver Main, Vancouver BC V6B 4E2. (Please do not send an original document).

Submitted documents will be used only to confirm identity. Once received, they will be verified and destroyed.

We require documentation within 30 days of the date of this email to complete your registration. After 30 days your registration will be rejected. If you have any questions, please contact us via email at

Thank you for registering for a $25 Loblaw Card.


Program Administrator

So, I replied ….
I just sent it to you twice already today! !!! It took you six months to ask for this? ??

I’ll send it AGAIN. Three times now in one day you’ve asked me for it. Yet it took you over six months to ask. And why me? I know about ten people who applied a month ago and already received it. None of which were asked to supply anything.
They applied FIVE MONTHS after I did and already received the card.
Is there a reason you think me, a 61 year old disabled crippled man is commiting fraud, but the youngkids across the hall from me applied the very last day and already got one?
I’m offended that out if so many people I know I’m the only one who has waited since February and now you think a disabled senior citizen is commiting fraud?
I’m dumbfounded by such prejudice.
Not too mention I shop at your store – which is right next door to my building for the last twenty some years EVERYDAY.
Here, for the third today – as requested is the proof that I’m not a fraud artist. I’ve sent it three times by email and twice now via the link.
If you think I am a senior citizen who goes around commiting crime I’m fine with that
Just say so.
Cause frankly, I’m quite insulted that today alone you have accused me 3 times. And for some reason you keep asking for the proof.
What? The first three or four times you think I’ve forged or something.
And you never answered my questions in my previous emails.
Why do you think I am committing fraud?
And most of all why did it take you six months to accuse just me out of many people in my building who waited a few weeks and never got accused of being a crook.
I answered your questions.
Disgusted and offended ;
Daniel A. VERNER
Which they replied on July 13, 2018 …..

Dear Daniel,

Thank you for your email. Your document has been received and will be reviewed. We will contact you if we need any additional information is needed. You may continue to monitor your registration status at the following path:

There are various triggers that might lead our administrators to ask for ID, like large numbers of registrations from a single address, multiple requests under a single or similar name, irregularities in a registration, and many others. We want to get money in the hands of our customers quickly. But, we want to make sure it’s actually landing in their hands.

This is part of the standard approach of administering a program like this one, which is why the registration form indicates that ID may be requested in some cases.


Program Administrator


Here is the email content I sent them today …
“So, it’s been over seven months since I applied for your rebate card.

My claim number is WCB*****0
I wrote a few times now.
Received vague answers.
More or less got accused Iof attempted fraud. Three times you made me submit proof I wasn’t a liar.
I was actually one of the first to apply as I applied the very first day you announced the plan.
I’ve seen numerous young people receive their cards.
Which leads me to believe Loblaws only thinks elderly people are liars.
I’m writing CBC and CTV and forwarding all the emails and info I have received from this site since February 16, 2018.
As I stated the THIRD time you requested proof of address from me, I am offended that Loblaws has blatantly singled me out and has had seven months to send the card.
I’ll also start a Facebook page to inquire how many other seniors have not received these cards.
Perhaps it was just a few who received cards just to stop the public and media outcry for the price fixing scam you were part of?
Let’s see what the public’s verdict is.
Like my grandmother once said to me, “Once dishonest, always dishonest”.
I’ll be honest enough to send you the various links to the blogs and inquiries I am initiating today.
Dan Verner, “
Leaves me to wonder if they are scamming the public by just sending out a few cards so as to avoid a class action law suit.
So, I ask you Loblaws, “Are you yet again scamming your customers like you have already by price fixing the bread products? What over scams could you be running on the very people who make your stores exist???
Leaves me wondering what Theodore Loblaw and John Cork would think of this fiasco ……


They say I am tough, but yet, I feel so rough.

This mask I wear has gotten me where?


Like Kid rock says,

“I’ve ate out of dumpsters and dined with Kings.”

Like the clock shows,

I have experienced many things.

Yet, in sorrow I have walked my many roads.

For the life I have lived was mostly alone.

I am, therefore I think

I have experienced pain and I have witnessed their sorrow.

I hope that they can forgive me on the ‘morrow.

For always in my heart I hold this sorrow.

Perhaps I should have been born in a swamp.

For an outlaw life seems what I want.

I have buried my Mother and 98 friends.

I wake each morning wondering,



And Still I Cry A Few Times Each and EVERY Day

I’m crying tears for you as I write this Sheena Eve. I will gladly let them flow wherever and whenever they fall. The tears burn tiny streams of pain down my cheeks until they become pools of love and joy in my heart.

They will dry when you walk me across the River into Valhalla and we sit at the round with food and drink.

I fear not my next death for life begins anew … and you will be there.

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Has Society Gone Mad??? Modern Day Sodom & Gomorrah

What next people? Damn, whatever drugs you are all doing is really taking their toll on your logic receptors.

We are living in a world of screwed up gender confused rainbow dancing weirdo’s from planet X – everything is about getting high and blowing your load.

Meanwhile our own people are sleeping on concrete, illegals are living in hotels, youth are gunning each other down in broad daylight and yet,

here we are fucking robots and spending tax dollars on rainbow crosswalks.

Modern day Sodom and Gomorrah for sure.