JACK WOOD SHIPS OUT
As many of you know, I grew up in a difficult household, headed by an alcoholic father who we believe was irreparably damaged by his service in the Canadian Navy during The War. Like many, he was just 17, underage when he joined — a prairie farm boy fleeing his own bleak family history in search of something better. What he discovered, lurking in the North Atlantic would change our family for generations.
When sober he would only talk about how much he hated lamb. Mutton! He would shout it referring to the only meat available aboard ship for months at a time. It would rot and stink on deck and the men hated it. Imagine enduring that smell in a hot bunk, being tossed about on the high seas and scared. We never had lamb in the house.
Occasionally, when seriously drunk, he would let slip snippets of stories about engine oil on fire atop the waves and the screams of dying men. But I was always too afraid of him to really listen. Was it gibberish? Or was it real? I don’t know because I never asked. And of that I am ashamed.
Some nights, as we cowered under our blankets, he would pace the hallways, moaning in pain from unbearable migraines and terrors connected to his service for King and Country. He died of alcoholism in ways too awful to describe here. I thought of him and his service very deeply this week as our elected officials celebrated the unthinkable.
My heart is broken for our Jewish brothers and sisters watching as our sacred House of Commons - openly celebrated an actual Nazi . After a dead giveaway in the introduction from Speaker Rota; that Yaroslav Hunka was fighting against the Russians, our clapping seals didn’t seem to know the implications of that sentance. In fact, the Russians were allies against Hitler — but all of that is forgotten in the fog of the current neocon misadventure.
Supporting Ukraine, corrupt Zelensky and even neo-Nazis in the form of the Azov Battalion, is de rigueur, because captured media and government demand it. That’s the narrative and our elected representatives are either too stupid or too corrupt to acknowledge history.
Let none of them EVER lay a wreath — or partake in ceremonies honouring those who served in the World War II because they seem to have no idea who was fighting whom.
In the UK, George Galloway nailed it.
This piece from Max Blumenthal at the Grey Zone is a must read.
Since the exposure of Hunka’s record as a Nazi collaborator – which should have been obvious as soon as the Speaker announced him – Canadian leaders (with the notable exception of Eyre) have rushed to issue superficial, face-saving apologies as withering condemnations poured in from Canadian Jewish organizations.
The incident is now a major national scandal, occupying space on the cover of Canadian papers like the Toronto Sun, which quipped, “Did Nazi That Coming.” Meanwhile, Poland’s Education Minister has announced plans to seek Hunka’s criminal extradition.
The Liberal Party has attempted to downplay the affair as an accidental blunder, with one Liberal MP urging her colleagues to “avoid politicizing this incident.” Melanie Joly, Canada’s Foreign Minister, has forced Rota’s resignation, seeking to turn the Speaker into a scapegoat for her party’s collective actions.
Trudeau, meanwhile, pointed to the “deeply embarrassing” event as a reason to “push back against Russian propaganda,” as though the Kremlin somehow smuggled an nonagenarian Nazi collaborator into parliament, then hypnotized the Prime Minister and his colleagues, Manchurian Candidate-style, into celebrating him as a hero.
Shameful. All of it. Jagmeet Singh doesn’t think #nazigate is his hill to die on. For the young Canadian men, like my father who actually served, it was the only hill. Smoothing this over, is an insult to all of them.
Meanwhile our prime minister poses and looks serious like the drama teacher he is and blames, wait for it, Russia for this absolute shit show. Next time, if we are going to elect someone unqualified to lead, can we at least choose a history teacher?
NOTE: I’ve spent my adult life not investigating my father’s service but it feels like it is time. If anyone knows how I can go about doing it — I would be so very grateful. I grew up with Remembrance Day but it’s obvious our elected officials can never be trusted to hold the histories of those serving in war time. We must do it ourselves.
Stay critical.
BTW -- that is my factual father in the photo at the top of the piece. I had the picture hidden away under my desk. Brought it out and took a photo of it this morning before I started writing.
How convenient they want us to watch a Nazi go into the parliament, with a standing ovation? they want us to focus all of our attention on the latest oopsie. meanwhile what kind of a leader signs an agreement with a pharmaceutical company to shield them from liability for an injection that is apparently dangerous and ineffective? who are the real Nazis, it's every f****** person in there who went along with these secret contracts.