Large Fierce Mammal

(Mrs. LFM photo – Click to enlarge)

~ Trails ~
(excerpt)

One trail may run both smooth and straight,
Through vistas wide and clear,
So most may choose that one before
The branch that’s dark and drear.

The one that weaves through gnarly woods,
‘Cross rivers needing fording,
With promise of adventure laced
And evils needing warding.

But they who seek the easy ways,
Those free from strife and test,
Will come to learn all gentle paths
Don’t lead to peace and rest.

Welcome back Goode Reader to this thirteenth incarnation of Dark Sentiments where guilty Truths lurk with malice aforethought to demand the stare of even the most persistently averted eye.

In these many seasons I have come to know that if there is one commonality among those who would come here at all, let alone remain to be permanently soiled by the revelries, it is this: You seek Truth, Facts, and the Wisdom not to confuse the two.

Best not scrub too hard until we’re through. As one kid of my acquaintance was wont to argue in his attempts to stave off bath time, you’ll only get dirty again.

Here’s a closing ditty until next time.

Seize the Day

By LFM

Follow me! Let’s seize the day!
Come! I’ll lead you all astray!
My straying’s not the evil kind,
Except in someone else’s mind,
But that’s the sort we’ll not invite
And after dark we’ll put them right!
Thought safe in slumbers warm and deep
We’ll ring their bed to watch them sleep
And whisper things in open ears
Until the light of morning nears,
And when it calls them from the bed
They’ll find our note beside their head:
“While you slept we came to call,
“And hardly cut your throat at all!
“Sweetest dreams and toodle-oo
“From all of us to lucky you.”

Word to the Wise

By LFM

“Beware of the man who shoots only one gun,”
Speaks to marksmanship Able and True.
But as words to the wise,
The same Wisdom applies
To whatever endeavour you do.

For whatever the task, or what Nature would ask,
You will need skill and tools to get through it,
But success that endures
Is what actually cures,
Not just juggles the tools used to do it.

When the problem to beat isn’t beating retreat,
And it’s you, not the foe, on the run,
Are you on the right path,
Or just taking a bath,
From the things you yourself may have done?

Far too often it’s found complications abound
From the side effects dogging our acts,
And we find those travails
Might have stayed on the rails
If we’d only just stuck to the facts.

~ A Long Winter’s Night — 2021 Edition Day 3 ~

Welcome back Goode Reader. As promised when last we spoke, my purpose today is to bring you to Tiers. To begin then, let us review:

Top of Mind Tier:
Tools employed daily in engagement with your world where actions and choices are undertaken to generate the resources needed for daily living.

Bridging Tier:
Wisdom and judgement live here, supporting the Top Tier through roots set firmly in the Foundational Tier below.

Foundational Tier:
The compass. The tiller. The knowledge base and seat of power, though never that of laurels. Inexhaustible in its capacity, the more you pack into it the more you realize needs to be added. Without the top two Tiers it accomplishes nothing. Without it, the others are doomed to failure.

~ Tiers for Fears — Chapter the First ~

In keeping with sound construction practice, we will begin at the ground level with the Foundation Tier because, without a sound foundation you’ll be doomed to the hell of starting vast projects with half-vast ideas. (more…)

“The animal called Man, like all others, represents a temporary pinnacle of evolutionary development aimed at filling a niche deemed by Nature to be necessary. The paths to individual fulfillment will vary as individuals vary – in their abilities, aptitudes, and level of understanding. All Nature’s creatures must continually face a fluctuating set of environmental circumstances and divine the options that exist. Sometimes the circumstances are slow to change and, for the most part, predictable. Sometimes they are terribly transient. And so, we have “The Moment” for which, if the NOW represents a desirable situation, the best option may be to go with the flow. If not, there are other options, including moving on, adapting in place, or dying.” ~ Worldly Wisdom Wednesday – You Are What You Eat

I have spoken at length in the matter of Tools, and most particularly here just short of a decade ago I made these salient points:

“… (E)ach iteration of Man, leading up to the current free ranging model we meet for good or ill when abroad in the land every day, was a step on the road to development of advanced cognitive function including, very importantly, imagination, and the manual dexterity to put it to work. Every rung on the evolutionary ladder that led from the earliest proto-humans to you and me is characterized by the development and use of tools. Tools that increase the effectiveness of a hunter-gatherer equate to better fed hunter-gatherers who are more robust than less well equipped contemporaries. Enhanced efficiency in getting the basic necessities of life out of a day in the field means less energy expended and risk endured for the same reward you put your ass on the line and slugged it out for yesterday. More time for contemplation of better ways to do things, devising and making new tools and the techniques to go with them – even tools that will be used to make other tools.

“A real Tool then must be a True force multiplier – thus a True Tool, and to be that it must fit into one or more vital categories including, but not limited to, making a heretofore impossible job possible, a hard job easier, a risky job safer. In addition, it must conform to the following absolutes, each of which is so important that the order of their presentation is of no consequence –

• It must be maintainable.
• Its durability and longevity must not constitute a built-in guarantee of waste.
• Life with it must be superior to life without it.
• Neither its use, nor the job it was devised to perform, shall represent the creation of an equal or greater problem while solving another.
• It must not represent the lesser of two or more evils.
• For any given task, it must provide a dividend in the form of time expended, materials used, and/or energy required.
• It must exist to do a job that is necessary within the context of sound ecological and ergonomic practice.

“In short, it must serve within the balanced Economy of Nature, and not the wasteful “economy” of dollars and cents in which the soothing buzzword “sustainable” really describes business practices that will permit continued rates of growth and consumption – business as usual – with a smaller discernible impact. For any organism, getting through a day requires expenditure of energy and resources for the purpose of acquiring more energy and resources. Simply living in place requires at least a “break even” on that balance, but a higher return is required if the organism must hunt and catch its prey, for reproduction, the rearing of young, migration, overwintering, or hibernation. Everything in Nature is about efficiency and balance, which is why life is, first and foremost, an exercise in energy management. For example, the Way of the Wild demands of each parent that their offspring be made self-sufficient as quickly and efficiently as possible. A tool need not be a physical artifact – rest assured that skilled parenting is a Tool – but to be True it must help, not hinder, such processes, and must never represent a brilliant answer to a question that was never asked. Let’s look at a few modern examples that have gone that way, but didn’t have to.

“The cellular phone was devised to increase efficiency and enhance interpersonal communication. Taken at that, it can be a True Tool. As it has come to exist, it is nothing of the sort. It comes with planned obsolescence that will ensure its replacement well before the end of its service life, and is designed to be replaced rather than repaired. In use, it easily lends itself to distraction and attention overload along with unreasonable expectations of immediate contact with attendant damage to real human relations. A perceived need to be in constant contact with those absent from your presence while ignoring everything that surrounds you. Likewise, the ever present MP3 player, that might actually be a cellular phone, that pipes music into the ears of millions at this very moment, turned on the instant their ears were no longer required for anything else. Instead of using music to uplift, it gets used to filter out everything while the oblivious listener weaves down the sidewalk texting feverishly.

“The computer can be a tool with limitless potential; as a communications platform, or an enhancer of creative endeavours, it stands without peer. Connected to the Internet, it can provide a seemingly limitless window into the greatest Truths. Alas, it normally serves as a shallow conduit into the meanest, basest depths of human thought. A platform of self-expression from which nasty idiots wield their perversities from behind what they wishfully perceive to be walls of anonymity.

“All this having been said though, it’s clear that while a tool may be True or false, the difference can lie in its application as an expression of intent. Application is a creation of the human mind; trained and wielded properly, the human mind is the True True Tool. Think on this the next time you take your cellular phone in hand to text while you walk through the world, or feel compelled to answer that call mid-conversation with someone who’s standing right in front of you. When you fail to keep a commitment because you got caught up in facebook drama. It’s all about intention.

“After all, you might be filling the bath tub to wash the baby, or drown it.”

(more…)

Milo Whynacht. 2006 – 2022 (Mrs. LFM Photo)

Mrs. LFM and I first met Milo at the SHAID (Shelter for Helpless Animals In Distress) Animal Shelter in February 2007 where even before being taken in to see him I was specifically told straight away at index finger point that, “He won’t like you,” the implication being he harboured an ingrained dislike of men.

In Medicine there is a phenomenon called “chart lore” in which a misdiagnosis added to a patient’s medical history, even through something as mundane as a brief interaction with an overworked ER doctor, becomes taken as gospel defining the shape of future treatment. Animal shelters and rescue organizations are similarly afflicted, and in Milo’s case the lore had it that he had been given up by his previous owner, a young woman, who had gotten him as a puppy when she moved to Halifax. There he was her surrogate baby until a sequence of bad boyfriend choices finally led to her moving back to live with her parents where there was no room for one year old Milo.

In keeping with the sage words of J. Allen Boone — “There’s facts about Dogs, and then there’s opinions about them. The Dogs have the facts, and the humans have the opinions. If you want the facts about the Dog, always get them straight from the Dog. If you want opinions, get them from humans.” — We went straight to Milo’s enclosure whereupon my arrival in front of it was met with a cacophony of excited barking. I waited while his excitement declined into curiosity and then, riding that wave in its moment of relative calm, I opened the cage door ready for the expected attempt to charge through it. He did not disappoint me and so was met with my blocking knee and a sharp, “Wait!” whereupon he took a step back and looked up at me. In that teachable instant, I applied the leash I had been holding and stepped back in readiness for the equally expected second attempt to charge past me. This time the timely application of, “No! Wait!”, and moving into his intended path was sufficient to arrest him to again look at me, gaining him an immediate, “OK!” and a stepping aside.

Timing is, if not the universal “everything”, a very, very big part of Everything.

February 2007. Still an inmate out on day pass. (Mrs. LFM Photo)

That point marked the first of many walks from, and back to, the shelter, and the only reason Milo wasn’t taken home with us earlier was because he hadn’t yet been “temperament tested” by SHAID’s official trainer who happened to be away at the time. As the visits continued and both the Shelter Director and the Volunteer Trainer got the measure of us, the argument was successfully made to jump the line of official doctrine and either defecate or vacate the receptacle. (more…)

Chicken and Photo Credit: Mrs. LFM

“The title of today’s offering refers to the signature dish common to meals served here when subjects of a certain gravity are up for discussion. Prepared as only Mrs. LFM can from exclusively dark meat, and set before the invited few in a spirit not unlike the peaches doled out at town meetings hosted by Al Swearengen at his Gem Saloon in Deadwood. So welcome, Goode Reader, to our feast of gustatory delights, where you will find the bill of fare affords necessary counterbalance to the piquant aftertaste of these dark deliberations.” ~ Fried Chicken and Potato Salad — A Welcoming Word From Your Host

As previously promised, this will be the second course in our treatment of assorted common afflictions, offered absent apology except to that worthy who wrote the tune — abused previously in my 2019 classic Dead Spider Serenade — whose identity I have so far failed to discern. The words, at least, are mine, as is the sincerity of their delivery both in the sound clip and lyrics that follow.

Dear Vlad

By LFM

It’s a long time since I’ve written,
But today I’m feeling smitten
With a need to vent my spleen upon your ears.
I’d drop by but I’ve been learning
I’m becoming more discerning
Of the people I’ll be seen with through the years.

What the hell have you been thinking?
You can’t blame this on your drinking,
And expect the world to look the other way !!!
We all expected more from
Russia’s buff bare-chested whoreson,
But her border’s where you’ve chosen not to stay.

Where once a heavy hitter,
Now a middle weight bullshitter’s
What you’ve shown yourself to be before our eyes.
Like some neighbour country hoarder,
I guess you looked down at your … border,
And found yourself unhappy with its size.

From a rising spy shop gremlin,
To the head chair at the Kremlin,
You should have learned a thing or two along the way !!!
You need a better playbook,
A sort of don’t be led astray book,
I’ll write it, but I’ll need you prepay.

Your troops are disregarding borders,
Of course they’re just obeying orders,
But it’s past time you unassed them from Ukraine.
Ere your armour stops its clanking
From supply logistics tanking,
You’ve still got time to pull them from the drain.

Your generals keep dying,
Your air struggles to keep flying,
Take the lesson now and save them from the fray !!!
If you won’t return them,
I guess we’ll have to pile and burn them,
Until the digging’s easier in May.

Well the proof is in the eating,
I hope your troops enjoy the beating
Armed with tools they seem to barely understand.
What you saw as glory gleaming
Set the internet to memeing,
And everything that’s Russian’s being banned.

If you’d threaten with a missile
In reply to this epistle,
You’re the sort, and I can’t say I’ll be surprised.
Please just shut your trap and show me,
Either blow me up or blow me,
My disdain is yours forever, undisguised.

“Her captain spies with hard shut eyes, glass safe within his pocket. The course he steers with stoppered ears that any voice should mock it.” ~ The Maelstrom, Stave 2 ~ by LFM (Image credit here ~ Click to enbiggen)

The title of today’s offering refers to the signature dish common to meals served here when subjects of a certain gravity are up for discussion. Prepared as only Mrs. LFM can from exclusively dark meat, and set before the invited few in a spirit not unlike the peaches doled out at town meetings hosted by Al Swearengen at his Gem Saloon in Deadwood. So welcome, Goode Reader, to our feast of gustatory delights, where you will find the bill of fare affords necessary counterbalance to the piquant aftertaste of these dark deliberations.

My choice in content and format of delivery came out of a supper meeting we called and hosted a week ago today. You won’t be surprised to learn that discussions far outlasted the abundance of hot oily hens laid out for the repast (a joke of course — everything Mrs. LFM makes is to die for, not from … unless that’s her point).

This will be the first in our treatment of assorted common afflictions, uttered from a Canada-centric point of view. This is because first, that’s where Mrs. LFM and I live, work, and raise our Sons; and second because Canada more than amply serves as a canary in the mine most of us share, the Stygian darkness of which could well use some illumination right about now. I am sure you will agree, or come to, wherever you are.

Canada is circling the drain in a convergence of calamities that can no longer be ignored in the spirit of simply wanting to be left alone, and can’t be escaped by treating it all like a rip tide you can evade by swimming across the flow until you’re out of the current. The Federal Liberal Government of Justin Trudeau and those of the body politic who even now would still vote for its members in the next election seem at this point in history to personify the old saying, “Everyone wants to ride the train but not everyone wants to lay the tracks.” And that’s ignoring provincial and territorial governments, which we won’t, believe me.

So grab a drumstick or four, a fistful of wings, and a heaping helping of potato salad Goode Reader and regard this as you chew.

Our Bill of Fare

By LFM

We’ve got rail blockades, and unmarked graves, injustices real and hand made,
All flavours of “‘isms”, unbridgeable schisms, and falsehoods imperfectly laid.
Cries of sedition, and left wing contrition for sins of our forefathers past,
Ideology driven apologies given that grant absolution once cast.

We’ve essentials to life that won’t bear any strife, born at home or a far foreign shore,
Those who’d rather be weak, and to turn or spread cheek, than remember what soldiers are for.
We’ve a treasury spent and a government bent on dissolving the national glue,
A post-national state, the first ever to date, and a saviour with voters to woo.

We’ve got trucks that can’t run parked in Ottawa sun, bouncy castles in Capital snow,
There’s official derision further sowing division, and truckers with nowhere to go.
We’ve those that would lead, and demand that you heed, wrapped in flags oh so perfectly draped,
We have “jabs” that aren’t votes, lots of sheep turned to goats, and some goats that refuse to be scaped.

We’ve got “expert” predictions, ignored contradictions, oft times from the same source and day,
And the few that cry foul faced with raising the howl it’s their “‘isms” that made them that way.
We’ve got bullying beasts from the near and far Easts, faced by kids with no study of  war,
And last but not least, just to round out the feast, we’ve some nuclear options in store!

Things being what they are Nick, we have nothing to say to you.

Pursuant to the shenanigans and goings on in eastern Europe, effective immediately and until further notice, the Management will discontinue use of the well worn term “phoning the czar” as a euphemism for masturbation, as well as for all purposes up to and including actually phoning anyone bearing, or laying claim to, that epithet. (more…)

Every Autumn brings with it a metaphorical expression of how Justin Trudeau views Canada — A shadow of its former glory, felled in the face of a waning season, now dying on the ground waiting to be run over. (Source)

“As I have watched Justin Trudeau flummox his way through his time as Prime Minister of Canada, now highlighted by his leadership of the government in the face of the current pandemic crisis, he has done nothing to change my impression of him as a creature of pure ego and ideology, at least insofar as his public life has intersected my private one. As such, he has shown himself ever willing to seize credit for a popular outcome in the moment, even as he defers the inevitably negative fallout for a time when getting re-elected is not going to be an option anyway.

“In this latter behaviour he differs not at all from the general herd of politicians who know their tenure comes with an expiry date so there is no time to waste padding the nest before that happens. Where he does differ is in a way that seems endemic to him — his decisions clearly spring from the belief that as long as you and those under your command are convinced the cause is noble (meaning it fits their world view), then any act of policy is justified and not only can, but must, be pursued with utmost vigour, sidestepping as necessary any pesky entanglements with how things are supposed to be done. Questionable motives exposed, there is always the path of contrition, and I have never seen any politician, let alone a serving prime minister, so prone to self-absolution by disingenuous apology.” ~ Enough. Is. Enough.

I wrote those words back in July of 2020 and so far he’s done nothing to change my opinion. Quite the contrary on a daily basis.

The title of today’s poem is taken from an ancient practice, defined by Oxford as:

“… a loud cry calling for the pursuit and capture of a criminal. In former English law, the cry had to be raised by the inhabitants of a hundred in which a robbery had been committed, if they were not to become liable for the damages suffered by the victim.“ (emphasis added)

It came to mind during the past week (particularly the emphasized part — who wants to be held liable for the actions of a thief?) as I watched governments twist, squirm, and evolve in their thoughts, words, and deeds under the unrelenting pressure of the powerfully and righteously successful Freedom Convoy.

I mean the real Freedom Convoy, and not the racist, misogynist, science denying, anti-vax, terrorist, seditious, white supremacist, violent, child endangering, existential threat to democracy and the public good government narratives have painted them.

This is in honour of that. Godspeed Ladies and Gentlemen.

Hue and Cry

By LFM

For things in Nature, big and small,
There is a guide that rules them all,
From under rocks to grandest hall —
Adapt, migrate, or die.

Though Man may think beyond the plight,
And stay his hand from fight or flight,
The choice demands an end in sight,
Or know the reason why.

Know this, who’d claim the right to lead,
From fractiousness to common creed —
The clock ticks down upon their need,
And they will call the lie.

As dripping water wears the stone,
Impatience tears at flesh and bone.
Denied to some exclusion zone —
Expect the hue and cry.

Whatever cards you hold today,
Take care the chips are yours to play,
Lest he who’d lead be led away,
Forever to deny.

The management has no official opinion on this product, real or imagined, express or implied, nor is it implicated in the shenanigans set forth below. It will, however, be explained if you can stay on the horse long enough. (Source)

Speaking for myself, the older I get, the more often I run into events and situations that get me thinking along the metaphorical lines of, “I’ve seen this movie before.”

Unless you’ve since decided to dig the proverbial hole that’s to crawl into and pull in behind, you’ll know that the past days of building protests against COVID-19 mandates appear to be having a sobering effect on even the daftest of governments. As I surveyed news reports yesterday from sources fair and foul, and watched the people participating in these still building protests characterized on a spectrum running from demon to hero, it didn’t escape my notice that the noble experiment in  “authoritarian lite”  is losing steam.

While it was the imposition of vaccine mandates for long haul truckers that was the trigger event for all this, its potential to happen, spawn new variants, and grow as it has should not have been unforeseeable. As the number of unemployed created by such mandates in other industries grew from punitive moves justified by the needs of the “Greater Good” (a euphemism for results of the latest public opinion poll), unvaccinated Canadians found themselves daily proclaimed as the reason for everything from bad breath to the Chicago fire. Government leaders and “experts” with medical and other academic accreditations felt emboldened to float trial balloons about vaccination becoming the magic key that might ultimately be required to unlock even the most basic and necessary of services. What made it possible for the trucks to roll on Ottawa and thereby become a catalyst for something much larger that has proven uncontainable up to now, was the forgetting of what can happen when you cast a group of productive, hard working people with families to feed into forced idleness.

Did you think they’d go sit in the parking lot of the nearest Tim Hortons nursing their “Timmies” and bruised egos through open truck windows because they have to show proof of vaccination to sit inside?

Fuck that, they took it personally, in a manner reminiscent in execution and effect of something I’ve quoted here before:

“The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference – the only difference in their eyes – between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.” ~ Quellcrist Falconer —
Things I Should Have Learned by Now, Volume II, Richard K. Morgan

Now, scapegoating and the casting of those scapegoats into his own Canadian flag wrapped pack basket of deplorables cum oubliette has characterized the problem solving strategy of Justin Trudeau and his government throughout its iterations, and is his preferred posture for teaching people he knows won’t vote for him the error of their ways. It’s a tried and tested system for him that, if it starts to look like it might blow up in his face, can quickly be converted to a heartfelt disingenuous apology. (more…)

Remember kid, do like the pro’s do — know the answer you want going in, and NEVER show your work! Source: Chatelaine

“I will posit that after two years, anything Truly worthwhile to society should by now be sufficiently self-evident as to not require daily doses of contradictory news coverage, blatant falsehoods, shameless fear mongering, dutiful repetition of a narrative long since grown unsupported by observed evidence, and creation of a two-tier society to sell it, but yet here we are.” ~ The Illusion of Truth — Introduction

Welcome back Weary Traveller to this second treatment of symptoms afflicting us all, and where Quaere Verum is now, more than ever, the mantra of our times. If you haven’t previously read our Introduction as quoted above, or feel the need for a refresher, I urge you to tarry there as long as needs must before continuing with today’s observations.

Arguments could go on all day about the evolution of understanding surrounding vaccine efficacy and and how dangerous infections by SARS-CoV-2 may be to vaccinated and unvaccinated individuals, but that would be counterproductive when there is a more predictive method. After all, stated intentions turned to actions yielding outcomes give us a convenient yardstick, or this being Canada we’re talking about, a meter stick, to measure hit or miss.

Again, what follows will focus on figures coming out of Nova Scotia because that is where I live, raise my children, work, and accumulate firsthand knowledge.

As of 4 October 2021, the Province of Nova Scotia declared  “… proof of full vaccination will be required for Nova Scotians who are 12 or older to participate (in) activities such as dining out, going to a fitness facility, or going to a movie, theatre performance, concert or sporting event ….”

The full slate of places and events where attendance is restricted to fully vaccinated people, as well as those requiring no such proof, appears on the Provincial website, and you can read both by clicking on these links:

• Where proof of full vaccination is required
• Where proof of full vaccination isn’t required

Provincial Public Health officials have made it abundantly clear that requirements for individual adherence to its guidance with respect to the wearing of masks, the practice of physical distancing, and gathering limits are still very much in force, and evidence does support that this along with public awareness of what appears to have been the lost art of hand washing has actually demonstrably paid off. An article published by Yale Medicine on 26 August 2021 titled Are Colds and Flu Coming Back? states:

“A remarkable side effect of the pandemic has been the near vanishing of colds, flu, and other viruses. All of these can lead to general misery and, in some cases, serious illness and death. Fortunately, mask-wearing and other measures to prevent COVID-19 pushed those viruses to the background, if only temporarily.

“But now we’re about to enter a new cold and flu season—what will happen? We missed a year of building immunity against those illnesses. Meanwhile, guidance on COVID-19 prevention measures has been changing, and will likely continue to change as more people are vaccinated.”

This was echoed by CBC News on 11 September 2021 under the title Easing pandemic restrictions likely to mean the return of seasonal flu which quotes Nova Scotia pharmacists:

“Measures put in place last year to contain COVID-19 had the added benefit of preventing a customary flu outbreak.

“This year, with restrictions easing and Nova Scotia poised to enter the last phase of its reopening plan on Sept. 15, pharmacists are expecting the flu to make its return.”

I would draw your attention to the portion of that last excerpt that I have highlighted in bold type because the underlined 15 September 2021 date is significant.

The fact that this development of nearly complete disappearance of colds and flu occurred across populations consisting of both vaccinated and unvaccinated people supports the efficacy of physical measures intended to contain infection by viruses known to be spread by particulates and aerosols, notwithstanding the involvement of a COVID-19 vaccine or lack thereof.

Now, the argument can be made that this in no way stands as evidence of the same level of protection against spread of particulates shed by people infected with COVID-19, and that would be quite correct. What flies in the face of that however are the statistics documenting COVID-19 infections and exposures occurring at Nova Scotia venues and events to which full vaccination is a prerequisite, and that began opening up after that critical 15 September 2021 grand reopening date.

On 8 September 2021, the Province confirmed the 15 September date to be a go, “… contingent upon 75 per cent of Nova Scotians being double vaccinated. As of Wednesday (8 September 2021), 71.7 per cent of the population has received two doses of the vaccine ….” (Source: N.S. to remove mask mandate, enter Phase 5 on Sept. 15).

Reading the article that excerpt was taken from will fill you in on just how unrestricted Nova Scotia was about to become for people who were “fully vaccinated”, and for clarity from the same article, “Fully vaccinated means having two doses of AstraZeneca, Moderna or Pfizer ….”

Two final points from that article that I would like to bring to your attention, Goode Reader, are that it states:

“The province reported 14 new cases on Wednesday, bringing the number of active cases to 61 ….
“There is one person in hospital with COVID-19 and that person is not in intensive care ….  four of the cases are children under 12 ….”

And

“Vaccinated people can still carry and spread the virus … so there are lots of people walking around with COVID-19 who don’t know it and can pass it on to any unvaccinated person — most often children.”

When last we convened under this banner of The Illusion of Truth, I promised you ” … manageable bites … as part of a highly digestible meal …”, and I am nothing if not a Man of my Word. I will leave you here with the table set for the next course, and a province of 1 million souls eagerly awaiting delivery of The Promise.