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Our Rulers Are Psychopaths And They’re Making Everything Awful

Our Rulers Are Psychopaths And They’re Making Everything Awful

I don’t know what to say today. We are ruled by abusive monsters.

The US is preparing for war with Iran.

They’re going in for the kill shot on Cuba.

The latest batch of Epstein emails looks horrifying.

The US is full of protests because ICE keeps killing people.

Israel is still massacring civilians in Gaza as Australia prepares to host its president for an extended visit.

Reuters has confirmed that Biden officials actively obstructed the circulation of internal USAID reports that Gaza was being turned into a nightmarish hellscape in early 2024.

There’s so much cruelty. So much abuse.

You’d think all this evidence that we are ruled by deranged psychopaths would unite us against them, but it doesn’t. The population is more angrily, bitterly divided against itself than ever.

Political discourse has gotten as intensely vitriolic as I’ve ever seen it as Trump supporters take their stand behind the current abuser-in-chief and defend the status quo warmongering and tyranny with all their might. Discussing politics on social media feels like stepping into an emotional blast furnace these days.

They’ve done such a good job dividing us and conquering us. It’s really incredible how good at it they are. It would be awe-inspiring if it wasn’t so evil and destructive.

I haven’t felt like I’m in the zeitgeist recently. Usually I feel like I’m surfing the crest of dissident political consciousness and can provide insight and information into what’s coming up for us as a collective, but everything’s been so chaotic and frenzied lately it’s like trying to ride a bucking bull. I don’t know if that makes any sense to anyone but me, but that’s what it feels like.

I don’t really have anything to add to that right now. I try to write something every day, but today all I’ve got is a feeble “There’s so much cruelty, and it hurts.”

It fucking hurts, man.

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Monster Hunters ch.6

Monster Hunters ch.6

by Quinn Ireland

The training room was full of all sorts of new, elite equipment. There were weights and bench presses along with countless treadmills leaning up against one side of the room. “C’mon over class!” shouted a teacher from the opposite side of the room from Ben. “Now… welcome everyone!” he said. A few people mumbled some sort of greeting but it remained relatively quiet. This teacher looked very fit. This was not surprising to Ben, being that he was a workout teacher. He had short, black hair with short sideburns. He was wearing a workout tank-top and shorts with running shoes. “Please get into your groups from last Friday,” he said. Someone then raised their hand. It was Kepler.  “Umm… Mr. Lea?” she asked, “You forgot about Ben.” “Ohh… I’m sorry Ben, Please partner up with another group of two.”  Mr. Lea instructed. Ben chose Johnny and Kepler. Ben followed them to the corner with the weights. Johnny picked up a weight, he held it out in front of him with a straight arm. “What’s this class for?” asked Ben. “Moster Hunters need strength,” explained Kepler, “Without it, we couldn’t really fight monsters when we’re older.” Johnny still kept the weight in front of him. Ben found himself looking at Johnny’s arm. He had huge biceps and muscles. Kepler had the same. “How often do you work out in here?” asked Ben. “Every day… we have these same classes every day,” answered Kepler. “Defense, protection against evil, then dangerous forests, then workout hour, then…” she stopped. “You haven’t gone to magic plants or S.P.P yet.” “What’s S.P.P?” asked Ben. “Special Power Practice,” answered Johnny. Ben didn’t wanted to ask if he had a special power but Kepler cut him off: “With these five classes, you will be able to become a fully certified Monster Hunter!” Maybe Ben did belong here. All he needed was support, a lot of it. Just then, Johnny put his arm down. “Yesssss! Two minutes.” he said happily. Kepler now tried to lift one on her own. “Try to beat me!” said Johnny. “You’re record’s going to get destroyed!” replied Kepler. She held it out in front of her for exactly the same time as Johnny. “A tie!” said Johnny. They slapped their hands together in a high-five. “Give it a go Ben,” said Kepler handing him a twenty pound weight. Ben took it reluctantly. He knew that he had to take part in the class. Ben was surprised that he ended up holding it out for a full minute. “Woah, Nobody does a minute on their first try,” exclaimed Johnny. “Try this one.” Johnny handed him a small tiny weight. “Are you kidding?” said Ben, “I could hold this one for an hour!” As soon as Ben took the weight from Johnny’s hand, he dropped it. Johnny laughed, “That, is a heavy-small weight, a seventy- pounder too.” “But how can it be that heavy if it’s so small?” asked Ben. “Magic!” was all Johnny answered. Ben thought about this for a moment, then it came to him. Ever since he had entered this world, it had all been shock. He never really thought that this whole world was magic. He could be here. He had friends. He had support. He had education. But there was one thing that he didn’t have. “Will I get to see my parents at all during the school year?” “Of course, there’s a long one month break halfway into the school year,” replied Kepler. The loud bell chimed across the school grounds. Johnny grabbed Ben’s arm and pulled him out of the classroom. “Magic plants starts now,” he said. The three of them walked down a stone path. Ben now got a good look at the school. It looked like an ancient castle. There were stone holes in the walls and flags at the top of the building bearing the letters M.H on it. “Here’s where you’re going to stay,” said Kepler. Ben found himself looking at a gigantic network of treehouses, The huge trees were overlooking a swamp. Ben usually hated swamps, but this one looked magical. Twisted vines and some sort of strange plant lined trees, the water looked clean and pure. There was also what looked like the edge of a huge dark forest. “Do we live in these houses alone?” asked Ben. “No, we asked Headmaster Bwicket, and you are staying with us!” said Kepler happily. Ben felt relieved. He was never a fan of being alone. By the way,” Kepler spoke, “We call them tree homes. They are all designed the same, cozy and homey.” Ben took one last look at the tree-homes, his home on the school grounds as they disappeared behind the giant trees of the forest. Soon, they came to the entrance to the forest. Ben realized that he was looking at two trees that were perfectly the same height, and width. They were rough and sappy, with lots of holes for the homes of Owls. Roots curved in and out of the thick, dark soil. Some long, and some short. They all looked like the veins on a Giant’s arm. “The Twin Trees,” said Johnny smiling, “Follow me.” Johnny stepped through the trees. Kepler followed with Ben taking up the rear. They were plunged into darkness. The only light that Ben could see was coming from lanterns on the wall. Ben found himself walking down a steep stone staircase with old ancient carvings of demons and monster hunters in battle. After three minutes of  descending, the trio entered a lush green cave with soft light glowing around the cavernous walls. The cave was lined with mushrooms and vines with all of the rocks completely covered in moss. To one side of the cave, there was a large natural hole in the wall, a waterfall fell through it leading to a lake that bathed the cave with a misty green light. The water looked like the cleanest, purest water that Ben had ever seen. It had a greenish-blue tint to it that made it look like a liquid jewel. Kepler walked over to a corner of the cave. A wood shelf stood by the wall. Each of the twelve shelfs had bright red suits all neatly folded. “Cold-proof suits,” said Johnny noticing Ben’s confusion, “They can keep you warm in any form of coldness. “Put it on,” said Kepler. “But… where do I change?” Ben wondered out loud. “Just put it on over your clothes.” replied Johnny. Ben slipped on the suit, He then followed Johnny and Kepler to the edge of the lake. They waded out into the deep. Ben expected there to be some sort of cold to his skin, but felt no different then just moments before. Ben was an average swimmer, so it wasn’t long before he had rolled into a smooth backstroke. The ceiling was covered with the same ancient stone carvings as the staircase along with the greenery and moss. They swam for a long eight minutes before Ben noticed something floating in the water. It was too late. Ben swam right into a something hard and wood. “Ow!” said Ben, “What is that?” Johnny and Kepler looked at each other with a worried expression. Ben watched as a wood box floated back into the darkness. “It’s my fault,” said Johnny to Kepler, “I forgot the water proof headlamps, good thing he only touched the wood.” To Ben, this all didn’t make sense. “What are you talking about?” asked Ben. Kepler paused before saying, “We’ll tell you once we get to the Demons exit.” Ben noticed more lanterns up ahead that were casting a eerie glow around a steep stair- case that was leading up to above ground. Moments later, they were clambering up onto a stone ledge. Water dripped from Ben’s baggy suit. As the droplets hit the water, bubbles plunged into the murky lake. they then came to the surface, stayed there for a moment, before popping and creating small circular ripples. “Wow, all this work just to get to one class!” said Ben breathing heavily. “The classroom is located in the forest, this is the only way to get to the whispering forest.” replied Johnny. Ben started to take off his cold-proof suit. “Don’t!” exclaimed Johnny, “Those are our uniforms for magic plants!” He pointed at Ben’s chest. There was a gold name tag that read: VINKENHUT in bold letters. “We have to wear these crazy outfits all class?” “Relax,” chuckled Kepler, “It’s only one of six classes where you don’t wear your normal uniforms.” “Will you tell me about that creepy wood box now?” asked Ben as they started up the stairs. “First you have to learn the names of everything in this cave.” said Kepler. Ben nodded. Kepler continued, “Those two trees are the Twin Trees, the first stairway underground is called the Ancient Pass, the lake is known as the Lake Of Souls, the waterfall that leads to the lake is called Devils Mouth, and finally the stairway that we’re on right now is the Demons Exit” “Why do I need to know all this?” Ben wondered aloud. “This cave is a huge part of our history,” was all that she replied with. So-far to Ben, the Monster Hunter world was exactly like some sort of fantasy story that he would read. It felt like a dream, although it wasn’t. His best friend was here. “Now,” said Johnny, “Eighteen years ago after Tyborwink claimed the horror forest, he cursed the headmaster at the time, Headmaster Mogel.” Johnnys voice echoed through the thick stone walls. Ben pondered this before answering; “Why didn’t the teachers stop him?” “They did everything they could, but they couldn’t fight with their eyes closed. Tyborwink ended up getting away and came down to this very cave and floated Headmaster Mogel’s body in the Lake Of Souls.” So… that wood box was a cursed dead person’s body?” asked Ben in shock. Johnny and Kepler slowly nodded their heads. “His body floats up and down the lake very slowly, ALWAYS,” said Johnny adding emphases on the last word. “That was lucky, only your head touched it,” added Kepler, “Or you would have been cursed.” “That’s why I was mad that I forgot the headlamps,” said Johnny, “We couldn’t see without them.” This was all starting to lead to one thing in Ben’s mind, this Tyborwink guy didn’t sound very nice.  

Fog on the Water

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2026 Denman Island Phone Directory

2026 Denman Island Phone Directory

Production of the 2026 Denman Phone Directory is now underway. 

Are you new to the Island or recently moved? Please submit changes and new listings to denmanislanddirectory@gmail.com (preferred), or leave a message at 250-335-1483 by Monday, March 16.  We rely on your feedback to keep the Directory accurate and up-to-date – if you spot any errors or omissions, please let us know!

The Denman Phone Directory is the go-to resource for island goods and services, and ad rates represent excellent value for money! New advertisers and business listings are always welcome.

This project is a fundraiser for Arts Denman, and proceeds benefit a wide range of arts programming on the Island.

Denman Island Free Store News

The Denman Island Freestore (aka the Reusable Store):

Hours: Thursday 3 -5 and Saturday 9 -12:30

Location: Old School basement 

Thank you to all volunteers for their time and energy and community members who donated beautiful things which provide a boost to people’s lives.

That spirit has kept the freestore open for over 30 years. 

Regarding your donations, there are very few basic considerations which will help everyone:

1. Always wash and fold clothing, 

2. Never donate damaged material, 

3. Never leave articles outside if the freestore is closed.

The freestore is completely run by volunteers and there is a need for more helping hands. 

It is overwhelmingly how many bags and boxes are donated every week. It is just as amazing how much goes directly into the garbage or delivered to charities in town.

Please consider volunteering at the freestore in 2026. We need your help, sorting clothes, unpacking books, displaying things, cleaning up, etcetera. 

To volunteer, show anytime the freestore is open and you will be trained and assigned a task.

 

Andrew Pringle

Hey Let’s Go Sing

Hey Let’s Go Sing   by Kathy Rieder

Community Choir Starting Thursday Feb 5 2:30pm

Now it is time to get back to singing together.  We welcome all and any of you to join us. You are welcome to come for 2 weeks before you pay your choir fee, just to check us out.  I find choir meets so many needs. It is something to look forward to every week, it keeps me connected to the community and I meet and appreciate people I would never know otherwise.

We are very fortunate to have a wonderful choir director here on Denman.  Bethany Ireland is a UVic Music graduate, a great pianist and an inspired choir director. She brings youthful enthusiasm to every session and she is never critical.

We meet at the Community Hall in the Back Hall.  We sing 4 part harmony, and all voices are welcome.  You do not have to read music to sing with us. If you would like more info, call Kathy Rieder 250 335 0559 or kathyrieder@telus.net. Cost is sliding scale $120.00 to $160.00 for 12 sessions and a concert. Arts Denman members (membership $10) are eligible for a grant of $150.00 per year for musical education. 

PM Mark Carney’s Shocking Confession

PM Mark Carney’s Shocking Confession

By Keith Porteous

In an unprecedented admission, Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney said the quiet part out loud at the 2026 World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland. What wasn’t surprising is that no corporate or state sponsored news source reported it honestly, as if to make Carney’s unexpected rhetorical point for him. Carney says that governments and media have been “pretending” that there’s a “rules based international order” when we all knew it wasn’t true. As admitted liars, what else are they lying about?

“The strong do what they can, and the weak suffer what they must,” said Carney, quoting ancient Greek historian Thucydides, saying less powerful countries have gone along with the facade where they’ve benefited from the lies. Now that Trump has taken the mask off the ugly face of Empire, Carney claims that we can no longer go along with this “pleasant fiction” because it’s no longer rewarded, and everyone knows it’s a lie that was never true. It’s a fiction where people have knowingly suspended their disbelief.

Carney cites a parable as told by Vaclav Havel, the former Czech dissident and later its President. It’s the story of a shopkeeper who kept a sign in his window that supported state sponsored propaganda, just like all the other shopkeepers did, “going along to get along.” Havel claimed that the Czech revolution began when the first shopkeeper took his sign out of the window. Carney says that now is the time for “middle powers” to take their self-serving signs out of their shop windows, because they no longer benefit from them. Wow!

Of course he then went on to support Trump’s “Board of Peace” for Palestine, of which Trump is the Chairman, and more proxy war in Ukraine, immediately reversing his rare moment of transparency. He also stated that Canada will work with the U.S. on the “Golden Dome” missile defence apparatus that is wildly expensive, entirely ineffective, and further destabilizing to the deterrence of a nuclear apocalypse. Apparently Russia and China, halfway around the world, are “potentially” a threat to Arctic sovereignty. Really?

For a brief few minutes Carney spoke the truth, if even for reasons that are disingenuous. He then returned to the globalist script, stating that Canada is an “energy superpower” that has cut corporate taxes and cleared the obstacle of environmental review and First Nations consent for more resource extraction mega-projects. Instead of investing in the diversification of the economy, Carney is diversifying the “trade partners” for exports of raw materials, rather than supporting secondary processes for domestic manufacturing. 

Carney is also committed to increasing the financialization of the economy, where the banks posted a record $70 billion in profits this last year, while working families and individuals are increasingly struggling to stay afloat. Canada can raise military spending to $150 billion a year without debate, but “can’t afford” better healthcare, housing, education, and public transportation for regular people. When will WE take our signs out of OUR windows and stop pretending that the Liberals or Conservatives give a damn about us? 

If “the people” do not occupy the governing table, we’ll be on the menu.

Shucking Oysters: Not Coming to a Theatre Near You

Shucking Oysters: Not Coming to a Theatre Near You

By Alex Allen

As if the book wasn’t enough; now we have the film. Watch as she orchestrates and navigates with expertise. See exclusive footage of critical meetings, private conversations and “never-before-seen environments.” Yes, the world will be given an “unprecedented, behind-the-scenes look” into the riveting 20 days leading up to the 2025 Presidential Inauguration through the steely eyes of Melania. 

The documentary MELANIA (yes, in all caps), is set to premiere by reservation only in 1,400 theatres in 27 countries on January 30. After a day of threatening the “governor of Canada” with 100% tariffs, defending another fatal shooting in Minnesota, Trump attended a private White House screening over the weekend that Melania hosted for family and close friends, like former boxer Mike Tyson. Guests got Melania shwag: framed Melania screening tickets, black and white cookies bearing her name, a limited-edition version of her book, Melania, and commemorative black and white Melania popcorn boxes. Snacks included black and white M&Ms, black and white chocolate-covered pretzels, black and white macaroons and a huge display of white cake pops. All this for what one described as “a remake of Pretty Woman only with vile people and an unhappy ending.” 

The vanity project, for which Jeff Bezos’ Amazon paid a staggering $40 million – the largest documentary deal in history –  is expected to bomb horribly in theatres worldwide. The film, which has already spent $35 million over and above in marketing, may barely pull in $5 million this opening weekend. 

The night before the world premiere, Donald and Melania will be attending a red-carpet event at the Trump-Kennedy Center in Washington. Donald gushed weeks before that “Everybody – Wayne Gretzky and his wife … everybody wants tickets.” The following day, 21 invitation-only concurrent screenings will happen across the US, including Minneapolis. Reports say Jeff Bezos has ordered Amazon executives to physically attend the premieres, not to celebrate the success, but to create the illusion of support. Sadly, no showings up in Canada. We’ll just have to wait for it on Prime Video.

The trailer truly says it all. Like some James Bond parody it starts with the first lady getting out of a limo, sporting a pair of black stiletto boots, and then over to the East Wing residence where she stands in her “stunning white and black inaugural ball gown” and smiles at the camera. The film highlights her bold fashion choices, diplomatic engagements and Secret Service protection operations. One gripping scene cuts to Melania asking for security detail, “Is it safe?” with the agent replying, “It is safe,” before cutting to sirens and a motorcade driving through a city. 

The trailer then ends with Melania coyly calling “Mr. President” to say “congratulations.” “Did you watch it?” Trump asks over the phone. “I did not. Yeah, I will see it on the news,” Melania cryptically responds. Selecting that particular exchange as the climax of the trailer is a weird one. She lingered in silence, fingertips grazing the cool surface of the marble. The air around her was still, heavy with the weight of impending doom.

“It’s not a documentary; it’s a film that takes you on a cinematic journey,” Marc Beckman, exclusive advisor and co-producer explained. “Melania wanted the film to be cinematic in nature. It’s launching only in movie theaters.” I guess a documentary focused on 20 days of Melania planning the inauguration of the most despised man in the world, kind of lacks the drama and conflict we viewers are used to seeing these days.

Of course, nothing that involves a Trump is without controversy. The project was directed by X-Men director Brett Ratner, marking a comeback before he was blacklisted in Hollywood in 2017 following a string of sexual harassment allegations. Ratner also appears in a photo in the latest batch of Jeffrey Epstein files released in December. As Dean Blundell wrote, “if you’re producing a documentary designed to polish the image of the Trump universe, choosing a director whose name now appears in Epstein-adjacent materials is not a coincidence – it’s audacity.” Or arrogance or both. To Blundell, the film is about “soft lighting, expensive coats, and a director who knows how to make emptiness look intentional.” 

The Trump line between politics and money is once again blurred. It was reported that the US delegation’s flight to Davos was filled to the brim with MELANIA movie posters, highlighting the administration’s determination to turn the movie into a blockbuster global event. Some international screenings are even being hosted by Trump-appointed ambassadors. 

The movie comes just a year after Melania, the book, was released. And now one can purchase a special collector’s edition of her book containing exclusive images she photographed at the White House and around the world. “The striking view from my room as my husband returns to the White House aboard Marine One,” describes one photo. Continuing in her rich narrative: “The helicopter’s iconic silhouette against the skyline symbolizes his commitment to service, while the surrounding landscape serves as a reminder of the responsibilities he carries.” 

On Melania’s website (as opposed to the Trump Empire website), for $25 you can purchase her book Melania, in AI audio, narrated in her distinctive voice in broken English, Spanish, Portuguese and Hindi. Or how about $250 for her full-colour 256-page signed collector edition Melania? Or possibly her 184-page autographed Melania book for $150? Or without the pomp and circumstance, the no-frill Melania for a mere $40 (or $8.29 at Thrift Books).

The book covers more than 20 days, from her humble beginnings in Slovenia to her fateful hookup. Spoiler … Donald was on a date in 1998 with a wealthy Norwegian heiress when Melania first caught his eye. He tried to get her phone number, but because he was with another woman, she turned him down. In true Trump fashion, he still gave her his number and from then on she “was captivated by his charm and easygoing nature.” What is more chilling is that Donald Trump and Jeffrey Epstein both dated that Norwegian beauty with the unforgettable name, Celina Midelfart. In 1995, 44-year-old Jeffrey Epstein dated the 22-year-old and three years later, Midelfart with daddy issues dated 52-year-old-Donald Trump. Always three degrees of separation.

Stuart Heritage in The Guardian put it succinctly, “in reality, you’ll probably end up skipping MELANIA to watch something less depressing, like Die My Love or a documentary about asbestos inhalation.