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Elbows Up as Performance Art

Elbows Up as Performance Art  By Cylon2036. We/Us

The announcement came with all the solemn grandeur of a wartime address. Prime Minister Carney, chest puffed proudly beneath a maple leaf the size of a studio apartment, announced Canada would stand on its own two feet, with no more over-reliance on the U.S.A.. No more increases in economic integration and no more continental dependency. This was a new era, an “Elbows Up, Canada First” doctrine in which the nation would reclaim its sovereignty, diversify its partnerships, and chart an independent path through a dangerous world.

Then, moments later, Ottawa signed a giant cheque to buy another 100 American fighter jets. Not just any fighter jets, of course, but several billions of Canadian tax dollars spent on U.S. made F-35 stealth aircraft so technologically sophisticated that it reportedly requires a software update every time a pilot sneezes. A marvel of engineering, diplomacy, and recurring invoices, the F-35 is less a plane than a lifelong subscription service with wings. The symbolism was exquisite.

Canada had apparently decided that the best way to reduce dependence on the United States was to purchase dozens and dozens of flying supercomputers whose maintenance, software, parts, logistics, training, upgrades, and operational doctrine would bind Canada to the American defence system until approximately the heat death of the universe. This is independence in the modern age, proudly decoupling from your neighbour while buying the military equivalent of an iPhone that only the neighbour can unlock.

Government ministers explained that this was entirely consistent with the new nationalist posture. Canada, they insisted, was not becoming more dependent on America, it was becoming “strategically interoperable.” This sounded reassuring until someone pointed out that “strategically interoperable” is what people say when they can no longer legally use the phrase “joined at the hip.” Still, the messaging remained confident.

Canada would build resilient domestic industries and protect Canadian workers, prioritizing Canadian autonomy. The jets, meanwhile, would arrive from Texas while officials clarified that there was no contradiction whatsoever. The “Canada First” policy did not mean Canada would stop buying American products, it merely meant Canada would buy American products more patriotically.

Besides, supporters argued, the F-35 wasn’t just an aircraft purchase. It was an investment in sovereignty. True sovereignty, apparently, means ensuring your air force cannot function without access to a Pentagon-approved supply chain, proprietary American software, and a contractor support system sprawling across seventeen U.S. congressional districts. One advisor reportedly described the arrangement as “independent dependence.”

Critics complained that the optics were awkward. On Monday, the government denounced excessive integration with the United States, and by Wednesday, it had committed billions to a weapons platform specifically designed for deeply integrated NATO and NORAD operations under overwhelming American command architecture. But Ottawa remains undeterred.

In fact, officials leaned harder into the nationalist branding. There was talk of painting giant maple leaves on the fuselages. One minister suggested the aircraft could be renamed the “CF-Eh-35” to better reflect Canadian values. Another floated the idea of replacing the cockpit warning alarms with polite bilingual apologies. Military planners were practical about the whole thing. Canada, they insisted, shares a continent, airspace, supply chains, intelligence systems, and defense obligations with the United States, claiming integration is unavoidable.

Which raises the uncomfortable question, if integration is unavoidable in defence, perhaps it is also unavoidable in economics, energy, manufacturing, technology, culture, and trade. Fortunately, nobody wants to discuss that. The important thing is preserving the emotional experience of independence. And in fairness, Canada has always excelled at this particular balancing act by loudly differentiating itself from the U.S., while quietly plugging into every available American system. It is the national equivalent of insisting you are absolutely not copying your neighbour’s homework while submitting an assignment written in the neighbour’s handwriting. The F-35 purchase simply elevated the tradition to performance art.

The result was a masterpiece of modern middle-power strategy with anti-integration speeches delivered beneath the roar of imported stealth fighters whose operating manuals are stored on a server in Virginia. Elbows up, indeed, though preferably not high enough to interfere with the data link to Washington.

The Last Supper. Did they really have KD?

Gabriel Jeroschewitz, April 19th,  2026, Written at 3:19 AM after a nightmare of the Last Supper.

The Last Supper. Did they really have KD?

The upholstery in the Upper Room was a somewhat distressing shade of café au lait. Perhaps a choice for the man with the ceramic water jug who secured the apartment for them, but not for the discussion of the invention of Kraft Dinner. I waited in the corner with my wine, wondering if the Almighty took a particular interest in food of this nature, or if he wore a suit of Italian manufacture beneath his robes of traditional design. I suspect that there were pinstripes under the linen.

I am the Recording Angel, and I am very tired.

What unfolded that night was not a dinner party of atrocious timing – but the dismantling of something foundational. These fishermen and tax collectors were disassembled over unleavened bread and foot odour that could have stripped the varnish from any number of antique furniture pieces. When the man with the water jug arrived (and I had to write a memo to the Department of Anachronistic Gender Studies regarding his footwear), he instituted the first separation of water and clay into the earthenware vessel that would hold the beverage of life and the discussions of humanity’s future. I have seen the blueprints of the man, but I have also seen clay tablets from Mesopotamia, when the Almighty used them in place of written words.

“Follow the jug,” Jesus said – though I almost wonder if he was referring to the men who followed him rather than the man with the water jug – and they did follow, into their own restructuring of reality.

The washing of the feet was where the evening took a turn towards the comedic – but necessary – grotesque. The Son of God was kneeling before Bartholomew’s bunions, scrubbing at the years of accumulated grime upon his feet. I watched as Judas left the room after he saw how much of a soul depreciation there was in the man. When he left the upper room into the night (I capitalize it because that is what the night was – well-dressed, wearing a trench coat and smoking unfiltered cigarettes), there was a separation of light from darkness – the second day all over again – but smaller in scale. A separation like divorce courts and hospices.

Then came the bread.

“Take, eat,” said Jesus to the disciples, whose calluses upon their hands came from both their work as carpenters, as well as possibly from the sketching of the design of processed cheese powder. This was the third day, and the dry land of existence had finally emerged; water collected, and ground was established upon which the disciples could stand without sinking into nothingness. Though it was an existence of foundation, it was a relatively dull existence – those of us over forty years understand the foundation of marriages can dry up, yet still it was firm on the ground. Nevertheless, it was unleavened. I noted this in my ledger and underlined it twice.

Foundations are dull without the alarm clock that is time. On the fourth day, the Lord hung the sun in the firmament of heaven. Within the Upper Room, Jesus broke the calendar and instituted a new publication that replaced the old Time magazine with one whose centrefold was a crucifixion and whose editorials were written with his blood. The disciples looked confused. Thomas checked his watch – a sundial – to see if he had crossed the international date line into the time of prophecy.

I adjusted my suit. Charcoal gray would be best to match the ash upon my clothes and upon my breath. I have a suspicion that the Almighty changes his wardrobe according to the dispensation of God – stone tablets for the old era of timekeeping, flowing robes of the incarnational years of the Son of God – and perhaps Brioni lines for the present dispensation of the risen deity. Though the clay tablet era belongs to Muhammad, his receipt arrived later in his life. I file this under “Vessel Variations.” The content of the vessels is the same.

The wine was introduced on the fifth and sixth days – the blood of the wine was not blood yet, but an internet signal that downloaded a new consciousness into the twelve tired men of the apostles. It was the Adam moment – the new creation of humanity necessitating the dying of the old. I watched as the apostles drank the wine – Peter noted a wince at the loss of his preference for beer – as the vessel metaphors returned to the discussion. The Jews used the stone tablets as their vessel to connect to God, the foundation of their faith, requiring the Jews to carry the tablets up the mountains. The Christian use of water – any container, irrelevant – as a symbol of the new foundation of their faith, and the Islam of clay tablets resonating with the vibration of the Tilawa – words becoming sound and becoming flesh again.

There are different filing systems for the same document that humanity cannot seem to find in the face of existence.

And then – on the seventh day – the rest. Though it would not come until later, when Jesus would sacrifice himself on the cross, the “It is finished” of His final act of salvation was man’s sabbatical from existence. Nevertheless, the Upper Room was closed after Judas left the room – sealed into their existence, into a womb, into a conference room of finalized mergers yet opened for the new company. They waited fifty days for the initial public offering of the Holy Spirit. Instead, they sat in the room and burped quietly into their existence, as men who had imagined the entire evening.

I checked the Almighty’s expense report. Did he invent Kraft Dinner? The question lingered in the air. I think that He did. I think he wore a toga over a three-piece suit – visible and invisible – timeless and contemporary. The water jug stood empty in the corner – the purpose of which had been served as a signpost to the Upper Room, as are the stone tablets of the Old Testament and the clay tablets of the New Testament. For all religions, the vessels suggest their own system of transcendence.

The disciples fell asleep eventually – heads on the table – into dreams of fish and fire. I remained awake to watch the shadows of the room stretch out into the small Upper Room until finally, the man with the water jug left the room – he would not receive his deposit for the apartment from the man with the ceramic water jug. Probably not – divinity is terrible with returning security deposits.

Outside in the night – well-dressed and patient – the Almighty waited. Within the Upper Room – the new creation of humanity – in its womb, yet very much alive and humming in existence.

I closed my ledger – the room was finished – for now. I wondered what the future would bring for the disciples – for the new creation of humanity. Would they have coffee? The real stuff – brewed in percolators and not the instant kind. It would seem that even God has his limits.

Top Ten Reasons to Leave Social Media Permanently

Top Ten Reasons to Leave Social Media Permanently  By Dr. Thomas P. Hunterson

You probably noticed that tech oligarchs keep describing surveillance capitalism as “community,” which is adorable in the same way a mosquito describes itself as a “blood-sharing enthusiast.” You’ve likely gotten tired of being transformed into “engagement metrics” by companies valued at several national GDPs while they insist that the real luxury is mindfulness. You’ve finally realized social media is less “connecting people” and more, “Voluntarily building a psychological profile for billionaires in hoodies.” You’ve become uncomfortable with the fact that your phone knows your sleep schedule, your political leanings, your shopping habits, and your emotional vulnerabilities. 

Your mental health improves dramatically once your brain stops consuming social media outrage, catastrophe, and influencer content. Here’s the top 10 reasons to leave social media permanently.

1. You’ve reached the advanced enlightenment stage where you no longer need to know what your cousin’s roommate’s dog had for breakfast.

2. Every app now opens with 3 ads, 2 “suggested” posts, and 1 existential crisis.

3. You spent 45 minutes arguing with someone named “TruckNutsPatriot420” about chemtrails.

4. Your attention span now reloads like a buffering video from 2007. 

5. You caught yourself narrating real life in captions: “Making coffee before another emotionally unavailable Tuesday ”

6. You posted a vacation photo and somehow received a crypto pitch, a political rant, and a DM saying “u up?”

7. The algorithm knows you better than your therapist, your spouse, and several government agencies combined. 

8. You realized “doomscrolling” contains the word doom and thought, “That seems like useful feedback.”

9. You no longer remember whether you genuinely feel something or just want others to validate it with tiny hearts and prayer-hand emojis.

10. One peaceful afternoon without notifications felt so good you briefly considered becoming a forest cryptid who communicates only through handwritten letters.      

Your self-esteem will recover once you stop comparing your real life to people who stage photos of themselves pretending to laugh, and you will discover that touching grass is not, in fact, a metaphor, it’s an actual outdoor activity with measurable psychological benefits and significantly fewer pop-up ads. You will achieve inner peace the moment you stop donating your attention span to algorithmic emperors whose business model depends on keeping humanity slightly anxious, mildly enraged, and continuously scrolling at 1:13 a.m. like raccoons trapped in a digital dumpster.

Ending Western Warmongering Should Be Our Number One Priority

Ending Western Warmongering Should Be Our Number One Priority

First and foremost the west needs to stop murdering people. Ending western warmongering should take priority over every other societal concern, in the same way your husband being a serial killer would be a more urgent concern than his refusal to wash dishes.

It’s a sign of a deep sickness how much more political attention is given to domestic policy in our society than the fact that our governments are butchering human beings on other continents. This is not to say that those domestic policy issues are not important; it is only to say that they aren’t as horrifyingly urgent as the way imperial core nations are actively participating in actual mass murder.

Healthcare? Very important. Immigrants’ rights? Very important. Social justice and equality? Very important. But imagine if you lived in a place where western-made bombs were tearing your family and neighbors to shreds and then catching sight of a western social media post about the supreme importance of LGBTQ issues or ending discrimination against neurodivergent people. Just pause and put yourself in those shoes for a minute.

Again and again and again thrice over, I am not saying that those issues do not matter. I’m just saying that ending the mass murder should feel like a more urgent concern. I don’t think this should be controversial.

In no other area of our society do we have trouble making this distinction. If a mass shooting kills twenty people in your country, that’s going to receive more attention than all the other injustices and abuses that happened in your nation on that day. The murder of a seventy year-old woman is going to be far more traumatic and significant for her community than if the same seventy year-old woman died of lung cancer. You would not continue your discussion about intersectional feminism at the restaurant if you saw someone being strangled to death at the table across the room.

When it happens near us, to people who look like us and live like us and speak the same language as us, we have no problem understanding that murder is an urgent problem and preventing it is a foremost concern for our society. But when our own governments are involved in the murder of people with darker skin, speaking different languages, practicing different religions and living in different cultures, we’re able to compartmentalize away from the urgency of the situation.

This says terrible things about us as a civilization. We’re no different than the wife of a serial killer who ignores the bodies being buried in the backyard because she’s more worried about what his online gambling addiction is costing the family. We’re disconnecting ourselves from something precious and important within us in order to psychologically dissociate from the crimes of the empire in the way that we do.

This hurts our fellow human beings, but it hurts us too. We’re doing something ugly to our insides when we twist ourselves into knots to avoid facing the cold hard reality of western military slaughter. It warps us as people. It profoundly impacts the way we experience life. It scratches the lenses of our perceptual filters. How could it not?

All these wars and genocidal atrocities are an invitation to reclaim a sacred part of ourselves by treating them with the urgency they deserve. There’s no way to live an authentic life and move into a truth-based relationship with reality without doing so.

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The Voice of Hind Rajab, May 24th @ The Denman Community Hall

The Denman Island Palestine Solidarity Group will be hosting a screening of “The Voice of Hind Rajab” on Sunday, May 24th at 2p.m. at the Denman Community Hall. This Academy Award nominated film tells of the last hours in the life of 5 -year -old Hind Rajab and her extended family as they try to evacuate from Gaza during the ongoing genocide. The film is a docu-drama that uses audio from the 911 calls between Hind and members of the Palestinian Red Crescent Society trying to rescue her. For those wishing to debrief there will be a sharing circle after with light refreshments. This film is not suitable for children. This event is by donation with all proceeds going to the Hind Rajab Foundation. For those who wish to donate but cannot attend go to

THE HIND RAJAB FOUNDATION

 

THE HIND RAJAB FOUNDATION

https://www.hindrajabfoundation.org

PURPLE MARTIN “Home Coming Celebration”   

PURPLE MARTIN “Home Coming Celebration”                                                                                      by Peter Karsten

The Purple Martin Preservation Project (PMPP) team is a subcommittee of the Wildlife Advisory Committee of DIRA. The PMPP is staging a family event to celebrate the return of the Purple Martins, the largest species of swallows, to Denman Island from their very long journey from their wintering grounds in Brazil. 

The PMPP is partnered with WPC. WPC provides scientific and funding support to the PMPP.

This is a joyous and educational family event with exciting activities for children and adults of all ages.

The “Home Coming Celebration” will be held at the Covered Structure next to the Community Hall at 1:00 pm on Saturday May the 9th, 2026. 

There is no admission but donations are appreciated. A bird house will be placed for donations. All proceeds are directed to the project. 

  The Event Plan and Schedule:

  • Visitors arrive at the site to inaugurate the steel sculpture “Home Coming” specially created for the event.
  • Visitors write their name and phone number on a ticket for a raffle of a door prize.
  • A naturalist tells the story of saving the Purple Martins from extinction accompanied by a skit presented to the children who act out the story. 
  • There will be a model of a Purple Martin nest box with a carved mother bird, her nest and eggs for “hands-on” viewing. 
  • Young Denman artists will compose and present live music and songs about the Purple Martins. Visitors will participate in singing the refrain of the Purple Martin song. The lyrics are provided.
  • Folks will dance around the sculpture to the music.
  • Poems which are written by young artists about the birds will be presented.
  • A large Purple Martin puzzle will be done by the children; parents are allowed to help. 
  • Wildlife Preservation Canada (WPC) will provide illustrated educational hand-outs of the Purple Martin story to take home. 
  • The event will be videoed for distribution across Canada by WPC
  • We will have free Martin-shaped cookies and cold drinks. 
  • Artwork of nature will be displayed for a silent auction to generate funds for the Purple Martin Project. 
  • Students intend to paint the Purple Martin message on the Graffiti Wall. 
  • A walk to the Denman Community Dock will be offered by a naturalist to see the Martins at the end of the celebration at approximately 2:30 pm.

Please come and join us – rain or shine.

Pen and ink drawing of Purple Martins returning to Denman Island in April.

Complete Fire Ban in Effect by BC Wildfire Service

Complete Fire Ban in Effect by BC Wildfire Service

May 5, 2026

As a result of a complete fire ban enacted by BC Wildfire Service, the Comox Valley Regional District (CVRD) and its surrounding partner agencies will be issuing the same ban, effective Thursday, May 7 at 12:00 noon.

Campfires will not be allowed throughout the Coastal Fire Centre’s jurisdiction, including all provincial parks, crown land, and private property. This ban also includes the suspension of the beach fire program at Goose Spit Park.

“The Comox Valley is experiencing hot and dry conditions and it’s important to do our part in reducing wildfire risk and protecting the public,” explains Bruce Green, CVRD Regional Rural Fire Chief. “The CVRD and our regional partners are following the direction of BC Wildfire Service with a zero tolerance for fires of any kind. Thank you for your cooperation in keeping our community safe from the threat of wildfire.”

The following area fire departments are involved in the complete ban:

  • Comox Fire Rescue
  • Courtenay Fire Department
  • Cumberland Fire Rescue
  • Denman Island Fire Rescue
  • Fanny Bay Volunteer Fire Department
  • Hornby Island Fire Rescue
  • Merville Fire Department
  • Mount Washington Fire Department
  • Oyster River Fire Rescue
  • Ships Point Volunteer Fire Department
  • Union Bay Fire Rescue

The ban does not apply to cooking stoves that use gas, propane or briquettes, or portable campfire devices that use briquettes, liquid, or gaseous fuel, provided they are CSA or ULC approved, and the height of the flame is less than 15 centimetres.

To further reduce wildfire risk in the Comox Valley, a smoking ban has been issued in all CVRD parks, and all fire rings will be removed from designated parks. For a complete list of our parks, visit the Parks, Trails & Beach Access page.

For more information on your fire service area or to contact your local fire department, visit: www.comoxvalleyrd.ca/fire.

For more information on the ban issued by the Coastal Fire Centre, view their news bulletin here.

The Comox Valley Regional District is a partnership of three electoral areas and three municipalities operating on the unceded traditional territory of the K’ómoks First Nation, the traditional keepers of the land. The members of the regional district work collaboratively on providing sustainable services for the benefit of the diverse urban and rural areas of the Comox Valley.