I’m only posting this because I like The Guess Who’s Music, Burton Cummings, and the only “Canadian” (full of Americans) hockey team playing right now in the Stanley Cup playoffs.
Add that to my basic credo that all promoted major media stories are somewhat or totally fabricated, especially those that feature celebutards, and we have an investigation.
His rambling post about a car crash, leaving facespook because of trolls, a trial he was excused from if he sang the American anthem, needing therapy after a crash, a post crash photo that shows nothing – amusing to say the least – and his excuse for not being able to sing the anthem at the hockey game!
These singers, these celebrities are always good for drama, and entertain us on so many levels to keep us distracted.
Currently recovering and healing from a very bad auto accident which happened on Sunday, Mother’s Day, about 5:40 pm. I was summoned to Los Angeles for jury duty beginning the week of May 7th and reported later that week. Due to the Winnipeg Jets’ playoff status right now, the judge was kind enough to dismiss me from a trial for which I had already been OFFICIALLY SELECTED as a juror. It is a medical malpractice trial which will go on probably until basically the end of May. While I was still hoping to make it to Winnipeg to sing the anthems at a later game, I explained my situation to the judge and the very day the trial was beginning, he was kind enough to dismiss me…on one condition…that I sing the Star Spangled Banner right there in the courtroom in front of his honour, the jurors, the lawyers, and both the plaintiff and the defendant. Having had a malpractice nightmare personally some years ago with my throat situation, I didn’t feel proper to be participating in a medical malpractice trial, but that alone did not dismiss me. The judge basically did me a huge favour. Sunday afternoon, I was on my way to Fry’s Electronics on Canoga and I was hit by a guy who ran right through a red light. My car is totalled. I suffered a concussion as my head cracked my front windshield. I have cuts and serious bruising on both arms, and my left leg is very painful. Also, intense back pain. I need some serious healing time and won’t be able to fly right away. Now, unless the jets continue on for a while, I might not be able to make it to Winnipeg to sing the anthems and cheer the Jets onward. I’ve followed their rise to the semi finals with great joy and pride. This accident has come at an extremely bad time for me…for more than just one reason.
With my current pain and aftershock nervousness I’m in no condition to deal with all the venom here on line. It would be crushing at the best of times, but right now, in the condition in which I find myself, it’s just impossible to deal with. I’m through with social media for the most part. After a while it becomes a pissing contest, a race for the inside track, and basically it’s all disgusting. For years I truly enjoyed the “late night ramblings” and communicating with followers all over the world. I enjoyed the 3D photo library, telling the stories of the early days, the “biology classes” concerning some of Earth’s strangest creatures, the poetry postings and all the rest of it…now, in May of 2018, the joy has been painfully extracted from all of that…it only takes a few poison people to ruin things for a lot of nice folks…and that’s precisely what has happened.
Some people have their own idea of what my personal life should be, and in their convoluted agendas, I’m all wrong in the way I’m living.