What am I? A Communist, A Socialist, A Capitalist or A Smooshist? — June 6, 2015

What am I? A Communist, A Socialist, A Capitalist or A Smooshist?

What a Topic!

Much of my free time of late has been spent watching how things unfold with our newly elected Alberta (AB) provincial government. When the polls closed the evening of May 5, 2015, the New Democrat Party (NDP) was declared the overall winners. Note that 52% – 58% of Albertans did NOT choose this new government. So just how did they win? A perfect storm was brewing, the win occurred not because the NDP were actually the best party, but rather due to the vote splitting as a result of the Progressive Conservative (PC) and Wildrose Party’s (WR) platforms, which were and are quite similar.  Many people have gone on record saying that because the PC’s, who reigned for 44 years here in AB, were doing such a poor job over the last number of years, that the public vote was NOT a vote in favour of the NDP rather it was a protest vote against the PC party.

Social media is having a field day with this change and there has sure been a great deal of name calling and bickering played out within the public eye. I am grateful for respectful discussion amongst most of the people I associate with on-line and in person.

Speaking for our own family, I can say with certainty that our personal experience with the NDP party, as past residents of Saskatchewan (SK) was not positive. This is not something that can be denied by another individual, as it was our personal experience, nor should it be discounted as if it did not occur. Derek, Rylun and I left SK for this reason alone, the NDP had taxed the province poor, it was a broken province and broken by the NDP, they are a socialist party. As a very wise woman once said in an interview, The trouble with Socialism is that eventually you run out of other people’s money. Margaret Thatcher,  you can read her full response from that interview  at http://www.snopes.com/politics/quotes/thatcher.asp#YIyBrJbm5MtTPBPT.99

This takes me to the topic of my blog today. What am I? A Communist, A Socialist, A Capitalist or A Smooshist?

References and definitions are located at the end of this blog for three of the above ideologies, Socialism, Capitalism and Communism.

Communism is not for me, as that would likely make me a socialist, which I am most certainly not. Wonder why I said it like that? (Read the definition of Socialism in Culture). Communism is a classless society, in which private ownership has been abolished and the means of production and subsistence belong to the community/government. My personal belief is when we work hard we should be able to better ourselves and our position in life. This then enables us to help those who CAN NOT help themselves. So clearly I am not a communist.

Socialism is not me either. I don’t and can’t agree with the liberals views on things like abortion nor can I support the tax crazy and give it all away NDP’s. Socialism is the absence of competitive economic activity meaning we as a province or country as the case may be are flat lining. It is a system where people don’t have to or want to better themselves, as the government controls all means of production and disperses wealth as it sees fit. I believe everyone has a role to play and should to their best to provide for themselves when they can. There are too many people taking a free ride because of the excessive social programs of today.

So clearly I am not a socialist.

Capitalism could almost describe me. But for the fact that pure capitalism is just private individuals or corporations experiencing success. This means that they control pretty much everything from production right through to the distribution of product and services. Not forgetting to mention the fact that all of the wealth produced from said product and services is then essentially held by private individuals or corporations. Pure capitalism leaves us without enough government involvement. Government involvement is necessary  to help us, help those, by providing assistance for those who truly can not help themselves, amongst other things like healthcare, education, infrastructure and military (policing).

So I guess I am not a capitalist either…

Well that takes to me SMOOSHISM!

A friend (Peter) and I jokingly created an imaginary party, the “SMOOSH Party” (SMP), it would encompass all the best stuff of the PC and WR (our capitalist parties in Alberta)  but it would also throw in the very few good parts of the NDP. (Purely a socialist party) Seriously though we can’t go around and create our own political party whenever we are not happy with the way things are going. When choosing a political party often we need to make the best decision based on research, often this might mean choosing the “Best of the Worst” or the party we disagree with the least.  Oddly enough though there have been through history numerous parties that were birthed because people did not like where we were headed with the political parties of that time. By the way this is where the WR came from. A culmination of the Alliance and Wildrose Party’s. It came about as a result of the reform movement in the late 80 and early 90’s.  When considering Federal Politics the provincial parties like the WR, The Bloc Québécois (BQ) or the Saskatchewan Party (SP) it should be noted they really don’t have a role federally nor will our imaginary SMP. So once again when election time approaches in the future I will again need to do my research and choose the best of the worst! I wish more people would have done that for this most recent provincial election.

As mentioned earlier, in the spring of this year an election was illegally called by the PCs (they broke their own law by calling an early election), I voted for WR. Ultimately however I would still like for there to be just one right-wing party, life would be simpler I should think? Support of the PCs in Alberta had significantly slipped, if only they had listened to the public we would not be in the state of flux waiting for the NDP’s shoe to drop.

If a person does their homework and does it honestly with eyes wide open, peering through clear lenses at what has historically happened to the other provinces where the NDP (Socialists) held power, they would see that the shoe, when it drops, will likely do the same to us. Sincerely I hope to be proven wrong, but my suspicion is that the heel will crush not only the Alberta Oil and Gas Industry, taking years to recover once rule is returned to another political party, much like what has happened in SK with the SP returned to power, but in addition I suspect that there will be a trickle down effect that will take out numerous other business’s. History does have a way of repeating itself over and over. If other provinces have been repeatedly flattened by the NDP why would Alberta be any different? Sadly we are already seeing instances where the NDP government is breaking their own word (not much different from the PC’s) by awarding two of the HIGHEST paying jobs to “friends” of the NDP. This was after all one of their big campaign promises…to eliminate such appointments. I really do not understand how educated people can be so blind to that? But I guess “educated” does not necessarily mean “smart” does it?

So for me, from now on I can be called a “SMOOSHIST” Still leaning a little bit to the right….



Socialism—defined as a centrally planned economy in which the government controls all means of production—was the tragic failure of the twentieth century. Born of a commitment to remedy the economic and moral defects of capitalism, it has far surpassed capitalism in both economic malfunction and moral cruelty. Yet the idea and the ideal of socialism linger on. Whether socialism in some form will eventually return as a major organizing force in human affairs is unknown, but no one can accurately appraise its prospects who has not taken into account the dramatic story of its rise and fall.


Socialism – noun
1. a theory or system of social organization that advocates the vesting of the ownership and control of the means of production and distribution, of capital, land, etc., in the community as a whole.

British Dictionary definitions for socialism 

Socialism – noun

1. an economic theory or system in which the means of production, distribution, and exchange are owned by the community collectively, usually through the state. It is characterized by production for use rather than profit, by equality of individual wealth, by the absence of competitive economic activity, and, usually, by government determination of investment, prices, and production levels

Socialism in Culture – Socialism definition

An economic system in which the production and distribution of goods are controlled substantially by the government rather than by private enterprise, and in which cooperation rather than competition guides economic activity. There are many varieties of socialism. Some socialists tolerate capitalism, as long as the government maintains the dominant influence over the economy; others insist on an abolition of private enterprise. All communists are socialists, but not all socialists are communists. (Emphasis Added)


Capitalism – noun

1. an economic system in which investment in and ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange of wealth is made and maintained chiefly by private individuals or corporations, especially as contrasted to cooperatively or state-owned means of wealth

British Dictionary definition for capitalism

Capitalism – noun

1. Also called free enterprise, private enterprise. an economic system based on the private ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange, characterized by the freedom of capitalists to operate or manage their property for profit in competitive conditions.

Capitalism in Culture – Capitalism definition

An economic and political system characterized by a free market for goods and services and private control of production and consumption.


Communism – noun
1. a theory or system of social organization based on the holding of all property in common, actual ownership being ascribed to the community as a whole or to the state.

British Dictionary definitions for communism 

Communism – noun
1. advocacy of a classless society in which private ownership has been abolished and the means of production and subsistence belong to the community.

Communism in Culture – Communism definition

An economic and social system envisioned by the nineteenth-century German scholar Karl Marx. In theory, under communism, all means of production are owned in common, rather than by individuals ( see Marxism and Marxism-Leninism ). In practice, a single authoritarian party controls both the political and economic systems. In the twentieth century, communism was associated with the economic and political systems of China and the Soviet Union and of the satellites of the Soviet Union.

Charles Wyatt Miles….22 Years ago, but it still feels like yesterday — May 23, 2015

Charles Wyatt Miles….22 Years ago, but it still feels like yesterday

May 22, 1993 was not a good day.

Just where does one start when writing about loss?

In 1993, spending time with my dear and very pregnant friend Joanne was always on my list of favourite things to do. Jo lived (and still does) with her husband Elroy and their first-born son Matthew on the family farm near Hairy Hill, Alberta.  Joanne was needing to attend the funeral of a Doctor whom she worked with, while employed as an X-ray/lab tech at the Vilna Hospital. Due to the fact Jo was quite overdue, it was only wise that she have someone with her at all times. As I was not working due to my own pregnancy, and at 36  weeks gestation I was a bit stir-crazy, so I was more than happy to be able to do this for her.

May 22 started as normal as one would expect, being in the last stages of pregnancy. The use of the little girls room was quite frequent, as such, I made my final visit prior to leaving to take Joanne to the funeral. While in the bathroom I experienced, what I recall as a very strange kick, it felt like a direct kick to my cervix. I recall mentioning this to Joanne, and never thought of it again. We proceeded to Vilna, where I dropped Jo off,  then I headed towards St. Paul, my plan was to do a bit of shopping. Along the way I saw the funniest thing, it was so odd that it stood out in my mind. Along the highway at a farm located about 10 KM west of St Paul was a young person dressed in a  Holstein Cow Costume, advertising for a garage sale that was being held that day. The “Cow” was motioning for cars to turn into the farm-yard. So weird I thought!

After my visit to a couple stores, a quick lunch at Kentucky Fired Chicken and I was on my way back to pick up Joanne in Vilna, which is about 45 minutes North West of  St.Paul. Along the drive,  6 or 7 kms out of St. Paul, I felt another of those very odd kicks, and then, “Swoosh”, and immediately I thought “crap my water broke, crap what about Jo!” I looked down, I was wearing pink jeans at the time, the jeans were no longer pink, rather they were blood red half way down my thighs.

My brain panicked briefly, should I turn around and go back to St.Paul? No…keeping driving I can see a house about 1 KM away on my right, as I approached the farm I realized I could not see anyone or any cars for that matter. It was then that the earlier “weird farm sale advertisement” returned to my mind, “The Cow Person”. I elected to continue my drive back towards that farm which was about 3 or more Km further ahead on my left.  (and further away from St. Paul) As I pulled into the yard, no COW person, so I laid into the horn over and over. By this time I had felt a number more of those “Swooshes”. It was clear to even me that my babe, as well as myself, were obviously in a grave situation. The COW person and the parents came running to the car, yelling at me “why was I honking my horn.” It was not possible for me to get out of Jo’s Chev Blazer, I was now blood red to almost my knees, I was trying to find a cigarette, weird right? I remembering being very scared but oddly also eerily calm as I asked them to call an ambulance and to call the Rec Centre in Vilna to get a message to Joanne. Today I am very confident that should there be an accident or crisis I am the person you want with you. Possibly I missed my calling, I should have been a paramedic or EMT. Back to my story, It seems like forever before the first responders arrived…

The ambulance attendants are now there, the come to my aid. (they would not give me a cigarette! Oh I so badly wanted one, I know so strange.) They very quickly loaded me into the back of the ambulance and started to transport me back eastward to St. Paul. While we were driving, I kept asking them to get me there fast, I also gave them my Moms name and phone number and reminded them to get a hold of Joanne, she had no ride now, her vehicle was left at the farm where I stopped, and honestly the inside looked like something from a horror movie, she would need to get Elroy to come get her.

We arrived at the hospital, I never lost consciousness, the team was waiting at the door, they hurriedly wheeled me to emergency room, where my no longer pink pants were removed. The Doctor examined me, asked me how pregnant I was, and then asked why I had a scar up the centre of my belly? (under my belly button) My response was quite indignant, I replied it was my only stretch mark. (how do I remember this stuff, but could not remember when donating blood this week where I was on holidays in January!) I asked them to save the baby, I was very clear, “please save the baby, do a c-section, do whatever you need to I said, call me “Stars”, get me a helicopter, or a plane”, I was begging. It was then that they told me I was dilated 3 cm, and there was NOT a doctor in the hospital that could do a C-Section. I was told I was being prepped for ambulance transfer to Edmonton but that they needed to get a tube down my nose first, which they tried numerous times without success, other than giving me a bloody nose. (I have since learned I have VERY small airways, ear tubes etc, even my jaw is tiny, just the other day they had to use a children’s mouth tray for my fluoride treatment)

After I had been there about 15 more minutes, in which time they listened and supposedly found babies heartbeat, they finally managed to get IV’s in me. They tried everywhere you can imagine, in the end they finally managed in my groin area. All this time I continued to feel the “Swoosh” happen a number of times. A Nurse was sent to travel with me to Edmonton, along with the two Ambulance attendants. Once loaded into the back of the ambulance, we left St. Paul. On the journey I had to stay laying on my side and every once in a while they attendant would change the dressing between my legs, as those terrible “Swooshes” just did not stop, they slowed some but did not stop. Also the attendant who was in the back with me would listen carefully for fetal heart tone and he kept telling me that he heard it, as did the nurse reassuringly . When we were approximately 45 minutes East of Edmonton I heard my attendant as he leaned forward to the driver say “We need to hurry or we will lose them both”  I grabbed his arm and then asked him to listen to me, I wanted him to make sure my Mom knew I loved her if I did not make it. I was aware that I had lost a great deal of blood by then and I think I had passed out a couple of times. The sirens were loud, every once in a while I would ask how much longer, I did not want to keep that mask on my face, he kept having to replace it along with everything else he needed to be doing.

It was obvious when we hit the city limits as you could feel the brakes being touched periodically. Finally we arrived at the Royal Alexandra Hospital, oddly this is even where my Mom worked. We drive over to the women’s pavilion, and the ambulance has to back down the driveway, as it is a new ambulance and WONT fit into the bay. When the door opened and they pulled me out and the first thing I see Is my Mom, she was at work that day and they got her over where I would enter to wait for me. I could see that she had been crying and I said “it is ok they can still hear babes heartbeat”. Up an elevator I am whisked, into a room where a team is waiting and they are prepping my belly with goo for an ultrasound….

The Doctor is in the room along with the person doing the ultrasound and they looked at the screen intently, push and probe at me a bit, when they then look at me and say “We are sorry the baby has died”. What? the babe was alive right up until the doors of the ambulance bay open, they must be wrong. They assured me, my Mom came in as the nurse had gone out to tell her. Sorry was all she said…she too was crying….as was the tech, the doctor and the nurse.

It was then I was told that I would deliver a “Still Born”, drugs were administered to keep me comfortable. My cousin Colleen who is a nurse, has arrived by then as she was my planned labour and delivery coach, she holds my hand…I am out of it for awhile, but then it was time to deliver….

Charles Wyatt Miles, still-born May 22, 1993, 36+ weeks Gestation, they tell me, he is was 5 Lbs 15 oz, 20 inches long, he had such an angry scowl on his face, but he was a beautiful boy, my boy, my first boy…my son, my still son…The nurse takes Wyatt and cleans him up and offers to bring him back to me, I am exhausted, but yes I wanted to hold him. Precious moments never to be replaced.

Another Doctor comes to see me a couple of hours later, before they actually move me to a room, the Doctor tells me I have lost a great deal of blood, that they want to give me a blood transfusion, but because of the BLOOD SCARE wanted to discuss it with me. In the end I declined and I was very weak, but very afraid due to the stuff happening at the time with respect to tainted blood. Once I moved to a room, down the hall from the Maternity Ward, where I can hear babies crying… I too fall asleep, on the wetness of my pillow.

The next morning, the staff take me to this little room where I get to hold Wyatt one last time, I was quite certain I had lost my mind, this really could not have happened. He was so tiny, his lips were blue, he was so cold. Someone had dressed him in a little flannel gown, and a knit hat, and bundled him in a baby blanket. So surreal….

Arrangements need to be made….

So strange that at 28 I am already well equipped to deal with this as I was previously employed by Memorial Gardens Canada where I sold, pre need and at need, Graves, Caskets and Memorial Stones. I don’t recall a great deal of the day, but I do recall going into the building where I used to work and asking for one of the people I used to actually work with so that they would take care of me, and they did. I made plans where to place Wyatt’s casket, under the stone of my Fathers grave. I should note that this grave was also in the same garden where my brother Chris’s grave is located, “Garden of Gethsemane and Sermon on the Mount”. You see previously I had to make the arrangements for both of those funerals in my family, plus the business experience, yes I would say sadly I was equipped. The Funeral home that took care of Wyatt, was so kind, they never changed for anything other than the stone….

Over the next few days, life goes on, I am beyond tired, my few friends are never far from me, except for Joanne, as she still has not had her baby, he was born later in May and his name is Jamie. Joanne however was on the phone with me over and over. Joanne also had to tell me that Rosalie Klein had also given birth on May 22, to Amiah, Rosalie was also in Joanne’s wedding party with me. My Moms family, the “Bochar” family, were very good to me as well, during this time, grief has a way of pulling people together.

One task that needed to be dealt with was the returning of some baby articles I had bought. Why I was so insistent it had to be done before the funeral is beyond me, but I needed them gone! A dear friend Kim took me to return these Cloth diapers I had purchased at Sears. You see I was way to weak to drive, nor mentally should I have been left alone yet.  The store did not want to return them, but I was pretty clear with the lady, that I no longer had any use for them, It was mean of me to be so blunt, but I was getting angry at this point, and said “dead babies don’t need diapers”, in the end she returned them mortified. I wish I could find her to apologize, the things we do in anger often bring about pain for others.

The funeral…..

“I can’t go, I just can’t go I cried, Kim I just can’t go”…. It took quite awhile but I was convinced to go. Many of my staff from Lammles Western Wear came, as did most of my Moms family. The service was performed by an Anglican Minister that the funeral home had arranged for. At this point in life, I had no relationship with God, I did not even think there was a God. I do however remember being mad at this God that I did not believe in….Later much later I realize it was only because of him, His Son Jesus that I remain…

For months I was unable to work, I was lost, broken and beyond saddened. Not only had I lost Wyatt, but part of me was gone and I could not find that part again, nor have I even till this day, 22 years later.  I was so weak for months both emotionally and physically. I finally went back to work In September, my staff and employers were good to me as were the many customers who knew me well. Time just ticked along, moment by moment, day by day, week by week….The story was told over and over to anyone who would listen, It was my way of dealing with the grief. Wyatt was never going to be…..


Charles Wyatt Miles
Charles Wyatt Miles

From all bad things in our lives good can come….

Had I never lost Wyatt, I would never have met Derek, thus never had Rylun. Nor would I be Tristen and Natasha’s Step Mom, which would mean I would  not be a Step Gramma to Kyler, Deja and Jadynn!

Life goes on.


For the Love of Chocolate! Chocolate Labs that is! — May 12, 2015

For the Love of Chocolate! Chocolate Labs that is!

Purdy Lets Play
Purdy, Lets Play with Monkey PLEASE! 
Yup I am your baby Mom
Mom and her Fur Baby Purdy

Purdy, our Chocolate Labrador Retriever, my fur baby, will be 7 years old this August and finally she has grown up. I have seen it written that our pets are perpetually 5 year olds when it come to maturity. Well for this beautiful baby, I can say she stayed 2 years old, for at least 5 years… She matured far slower than our previous Chocolate Labrador, Molly.

I know you are talking about me.
I know you are talking about me. Molly

Molly was my hubby’s baby, oh how she responded to him. Molly was the type of dog who just got it, no training required, she even learned hand commands with ease. The only Dog whom I have ever known that could and would sneeze upon command. Molly was with us for 11 years, and had many people friends. When it was time for her to cross the Rainbow Bridge, 4 years ago this May, my heart broke, as did Derek’s, she had been suffering with Cancer, since she was afflicted at age 7. That is when we got Purdy, so we were blessed to have had a few years with both girls. In one way this was not fair to Purdy as she did not get that individual attention that Molly had received as a puppy and it is likely part of why it took so much longer for her to mature. Purdy just did not learn the same way Molly had, she just seemed slow in comparison.

The girls together, Purdy and Molly
The girls together, Purdy and Molly

A number of weeks ago it was decided that we needed to do some training with Purdy. Registered for obedience school, and off she and I went to for training (Derek has been quite vocal it was I that needed the training). We have now had 5 classes and I can not believe the difference in my girl. The biggest improvement by far is that she and I can now go for walks, as prior to training she pulled so much that my back could not handle her. Well now my girl hardly pulls, I am proud of her 😉 Goods Dog! Also we have learned (notice it is now we) how to enter and exit doors safely, how to NOT pick up everything that looks like a toy or even raw meat for that matter. That in itself is a great thing as when out walking off leash I need to be able to trust that should she come upon a dead rodent or something that the won’t try to eat it, as it could be poisonous. This week Wednesday, is Dog Graduation, I need to do a fair bit of work with her before then as the expectation is that she will be able to sit and stay, down and stay, leave it, drop it, watch me, recall while off leash, enter and exit appropriately and of course walk on the lead without pulling.  Having been sick going on three weeks now, has not given well to working with my girl quite enough, so tomorrow and Wednesday we will do a fair bit. I am however quite confident she will graduate and thus be able to go on to the agility classes. Purdy does seem to enjoy the other dogs and well, I too, am enjoying just being out with others.

Loving up of all animals seems to be my kryptonite. My family has seen me cry over gophers, and of course over any animal abuse etc, I do have the softest heart where animals are concerned. Derek and I have recently been seriously considering another animal, most likely we will continue to have labs, we love their personality. Much consideration is being given to the possibility of taking senior rescue Labs, all dogs deserve to be loved until the end, they are so loyal. If it were possible my house would be full of dogs! Chocolate in colour of course!

For the Love of Shoes! — May 8, 2015

For the Love of Shoes!

A closet full

Oh how I love shoes! Ask to me explain what the draw is to shoes, especially those with heels (the higher the better) I do not know if it is possible for me to do so…

For as long as I can remember I have loved good shoes, not all shoes, but good quality shoes. Maybe it started way back when I was figure skating. After my first year of serious involvement in competitive skating, it came to pass that all my skates were then custom/handmade, and they really did fit like a glove. Some years, my parents were very fortunate to have had only to replace two new pairs, but I also recall the summer that I went through two pairs of boots, for both figures and freestyle. Certainly I did not appreciate then what that cost was to Mom and Dad…saying thanks now seems a wee bit late, but nonetheless thanks Mom and Dad.

To think even more on where the LOVE came from…Maybe it was the first shopping trip to “Lords” shoes, my Dad took me on? I remember the purchase, I was 14 years old, they were a stunning pair of 3 inch snakeskin stilettos, in varying shades of lavender/purple/pink and white, with leather soles, and leather lining, I can still see them clearly, I wore them for at least 10 years, finally retiring them when the snakeskin  was so curled upwards they no longer looked fit to wear. As for the cost and quality, again I must say thanks Dad, as of today I think I may only have ever purchased a pair of that quality once or twice in my life since then…A bit out of my budget. So yes I suppose that is where it all started.

As you look into our front closet, (or the office closet) you can see that my collection is larger than some but smaller than others. Do not ask me to tell you the number of pairs of shoes I own, nor the number of pairs of boots, or golf shoes etc…, as I do not know for sure right now. Yes I suppose to some that is a bit ridiculous, but it is my favorite thing to buy. Guess what, I wear them too! Some more than others, there is always that one pair, like the old Snake Skin pair from years ago, that seem to get pulled out over and over, right now it is a rather odd looking clog style made by Dansko. There are also those pairs that sit and don’t really get put on except for a couple of times a year. And sadly yes there are those that were maybe only ever worn once or twice period… teaches me for ever thinking I would actually wear a shoe without a heel! Seriously, while modelling at a fashion show, spring 2014, we were doing a couple of runs where I was to wear sports/casual and I did NOT own a flat shoe, so I bought two pairs. I have only worn one pair once since then, in hindsight I should have went barefoot!

Today the reason todays blog idea was born there was a post floating around Facebook about the designing of a comfortable stiletto, it was said that it came down to science. The company “Thesis Couture”, is inventing what they call “the world’s first high-performance stilettos.” The shoe redistributes pressure along the foot, and is made with high-quality plastic and polymer instead of the traditional metal construction. According to the post it said “Comfort, however, comes at a price: the shoes will set you back a cool $925. They’ll be available in limited quantities (as in, 1,500 of them) come fall.” Information from Notable.ca…

I jokingly said in my post that well maybe I could avoid buying groceries for awhile in order to get a pair, or what about Crowd Funding… I wonder if that would work?

Seriously though, I know to some of my friends spending a $50 on a pair of shoes seems crazy never mind what I have spent on a couple of individual pairs… Some choose to purchase books, electronics etc. To me once a book is read, well it is read. Shoes on the other hand can be loved over and over, it is all in your perspective.

Time to organize my shoe closet 🙂

Fear Monger? I guess I am….I can wear that label… —

Fear Monger? I guess I am….I can wear that label…

Earlier this week a friend/past business associate sent me a message on Facebook asking if I thought I was “Fear Mongering” or rather she felt I was “Fear Mongering” by posting and sharing information on my news feed…Here is how I responded;

This is an accurate description for Fear mongering. Found at:


The action of deliberately arousing public fear or alarm about a particular issue:

(NOTE that I will absolutely say Yes I was absolutely doing my best prior to the election results to arouse, not just alarm, but also was strongly encouraging those who saw my posts to vote, simply vote, but to do so in an educated way. Now as for after the results were out there, showing the NDP had won, my posts were simply sharing my personal thoughts as well as the thoughts of numerous others, we are, after all fearful that what has happened to every other province under the rule of a NDP government could happen to our beloved Alberta. That is not Fear mongering, that is sharing of thoughts.)

Back to the jist of my original response…

People say it “ Fear Mongering” like it is a bad thing? Not sure why? I for one am not the least bit insulted when you call me a fear monger when you consider the above definition. I am glad I can hold my head up and say I did what my conscience led me to do…That was to do my best to encourage people to vote taking into consideration all facts, platforms and the history of all party’s running in this election.

Sadly the public managed to split the vote enough to allow for the landslide victory the NDP managed yesterday, do I wish it were different? Well why yes of course I do. Also I truly hope that all my concern along with the concern of all the others who voted against the NDP (52% of the popular vote no less) are found to have been foolish and totally unnecessary and unfounded, really I don’t think that will be the case though. So to those who can not actually look at both sides meaning there are possibilities for both good and bad go ahead and call me a fear monger,  I will wear this label proudly under the above definition.
PS Isn’t that 95% of what Facebook is used for? To influence or share our ideas etc. I for one wanted to make sure I did my part to encourage those who have never voted to get out and vote.

PS if you don’t like my posts please by all means feel free and even vindicated to un-follow me, I promise I wont be hurt, mad or even sad…

So I guess I am a fear monger with the best of them….

— May 7, 2015

CAUTION FIRST TIME BLOGGER HERE! I Am a follower of Jesus, wife to the most fabulous husband Derek, Mother to an incredible man Rylun, and Step Mom to a kind Step Son Tristen and fun loving Step Daughter Natasha, and a Dog Parent to Purdy. It is quite likely you will hear about all of the above when reading my blog. I caution you, although I am vocal about my passions, (my faith, family, friends, fashion and politics most recently) I can respect you may well be about yours as well. As this is my blog, I am writing for myself, not to appease you or insult you, nor am I looking for debate. Read if you choose to. Knowing full well, that I was not (nor has this changed) a good writer has kept me from this for years, but now that unemployment has settled in, I need to do something!