Canada Day is almost here. Last Friday my employer told us that we will be working that day, and instead will be getting the following Monday off. I personally don’t care. I would rather have a long weekend than a Wednesday off, but I do understand the irritation that some of my coworkers are expressing about ‘them’ just deciding to make ‘us’ come in on a statutory holiday.

I'm very flippant about it. Like, blah whatever, I would rather have the Monday off instead of the stat holiday, blah blah blah, I'm compliant. What can I do though? Should I show up at work Canada Day and march around the parking lot by myself with a sign that has a crossed out sheep inside of a red circle instead of going into work? Yell obscenities and things about weak compliance, f'n sheeple!, at all my coworkers while they go in the door?

Then what? I envision an outcome of eye rolls, wtf's, face palms, and laughter, and the only thing changing would be me old and exhausted, jobless, with no income at all, instead of being a tired old underpaid over worked worker.

We should keep in mind that for several years now Province of Ontario has been governed by majority conservative with a leader who doesn’t think that any of ‘us’ deserve to have any rights at all. You know, ‘us’, the ones doing the work and then giving nearly every cent of our insufficient incomes back to corporations who are simultaneously overcharging, underpaying and exploiting us.

The very first thing he did on day one after he was elected was to make sure we no longer had two paid sick days per year. He scrapped that, and celebrated doing it. You could almost hear the buttons popping off of the shirts covering overstuffed bellies of corporate executives and business owners while they laughed and laughed. They patted him on the back while professing their undying love.

I don't know. Maybe that is not the reason my employer can make us work a stat holiday. Maybe they always could (likely), but still I wonder. Maybe he did sneak an obscure item into some other shady bill that says, of course you can make them work on a stat holiday. Just simply tell them that they have to, and tell them which day they can have instead. Same way he took away our sick days, and how he changed how much break time employers have to give their workers.

He likely has his own custom made toilet paper with the Employment Standards Act printed on it. It would be made from Green Belt trees secretly cut down in the middle of the night.

More recently there were headlines about how they wanted to eliminate rent control for all landlords, instead of just for owners of properties built after 2018. I heard he has a lot of friends who are parasitic landlords. They all got erections thinking about how high they would be able to raise rent. If the sky became the limit they would raise it to the moon! Yeehahh!

It was very quickly taken off the table. Back to flaccid. Aw, poor them. I don’t imagine the conservatives suddenly started caring about tenant rights. It was more likely from how many people freaked out about it as soon as the news broke. They would have lost voters.

He likely sent out a text to all his parasitic landlord buddies, 'sorry boys, you can't triple the rent next year or I might be out of a job. People got mad at me. I don't know why. Like wtf, who doesn't want to pay triple the rent so y'all can get richer than you already are? Sheesh! :('

How would we know anything about a text like that though, right? He spends millions of our tax dollars making sure all his communications are kept private.

Losing voters might also be the reason that he went into hiding when truck drivers were occupying the streets of Ottawa so they could whine about science, wearing masks, and getting needles. The majority of the participants there were likely his supporters, and he wouldn't want to alienate them by sending in forces with riot gear, tear gas, rubber bullets, and water canons like he should have. So he just took a vacation. Or maybe more accurately, he took another vacation.

On guitars, wool, and the weather that shapes us

I played a Yamaha guitar today. The acoustic equivalent of a well‑made beige jumper. Solid. Reliable. No surprises… And sadly – no stories spun into the wool.

I picked up a budget Taylor. A jumper with a colourful knitted pattern on the front, tight rib cuffs. A bit of flair. A bit of “designed for comfort and optimism.” Still mass‑produced, but with a smile knitted in.

Me… I’m wearing 100% Irish wool, knitted in Mayo. A blue marl hooker‑skipper’s sweater: 1×1 rib, plain neck and cuffs that roll up…practical, weather‑ready… paired with a blue duffel coat. That’s not just clothing. That’s identity, heritage, and purpose. It’s the opposite of beige. It’s the opposite of mass‑produced optimism. It’s lived‑in, local, functional, and quietly expressive.

…And here’s the lovely thing: my guitars mirror my knitwear. They’re not beige… not patterned for effect. They’re built for weather, story, and work.

Today, I will be playing mainly Irish wool, whilst I watch the sea tell me why.

Skerries, Ireland.

Well, here you are. Waiting for me to write about the dream I mentioned last time. The “mysterious woman”. Veery exciting, right? Probably the most interesting thing I’ve written about, which says unfortunate things about both my life and your standards. So congraaatteess, you’ve made it. You wanted the dream, you got the dream, try not to act too emotionally invested in it. Anyway. I was in a coma for a week, and the whole time I wasn’t really “asleep” in any peaceful sense. I was running nonstop. Through my old house and roads that dont end, and places I recognize a little too well for comfort. And she was always there. That woman. The mysterious one you’re all so fascinated by. She wasnt just appearing randomly, she was chasing me like she had somewhere to be and I was inconveniently in the way. Beautiful, of course, because apparently my brain thinks nightmares should have aesthetic standards. Navy dress, sometimes turning white for no reason and a gun she never actually uses. Not threatening in the obvious way. Worse than that. Persistent. Every time I slowed down, she was closer. Every time I turned, she was already there, like she knew the layout better than I did. And when she finally caught up, she’d grab my head, pull me close, and whisper that she wasn’t going to leave me alone or alive i honestly dont remember between these two but then I’d hit my head on something and it would all reset. Back to running and the same house, the same roads, the same woman. everything was the same. A full ass week of that. Over and over. no breaks, just repetition like my brain got stuck buffering the same scene. Honestly, even when i was running, part of me already knew she’d be there at the end of it, and I didn’t like that I was right every time. That’s all it is. A week of the same loop, and a mind that apparently enjoys consistency more than it should.

Side note: It’s just a dream, not a cry for help. Try to find a hobby that doesnt involve obsessing over the inner workings of someone else’s sleep cycle. Its embarrassing for both of us.

Sincerely, Ahmed

What is different about this LDS Talk?

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Introduction: Joining a Family

Good afternoon, brothers and sisters. Today, the topic I was given is “The Family of God.”

There are a number of ways to start a family, including adoption.

When parents adopt a child, it is a deliberate choice. Like with the early life of the prophet Moses, they look at that child, they choose them, they sign the legal papers, and they welcome them into their home as a full member of the family. The child becomes an official heir to everything the parents own.

The Divine Council and Our Form

The scriptures teach that before the world was made, the core of who we are—our intelligence—already existed. We were independent and co-eternal with God. But we didn't look like Him yet.

The first step God took to bring us into His family was organization. In Abraham chapter 4, the scriptures tell us that “the Gods” took counsel together to form us. They looked at our eternal intelligences, and they carefully organized and crafted us into spirit bodies bearing the divine image—both male and female.

God acted as our Master Architect. He gave us our form, our potential, and a blueprint to follow. He became the “Father of our spirits” because He was the creator who organized our transformed existence.

The Blueprint of Adoption

But being organized into the divine image was only the first step. Because we are independent eternal entities, we aren't members of God’s royal family by an automatic default. We aren't entitled to His kingdom just by existing. We have to actively choose to join His family.

This is where Jesus Christ comes in. Jesus is not just a regular member of the family. The scriptures call Him the Only Begotten. This means He stands completely alone in His nature and essence. He is the natural Heir to the Father’s estate, and He holds the keys to the kingdom.

We enter the family of God through the Covenant of Adoption, which Jesus mediated for us. In the Book of Mormon, King Benjamin explains how this works. In Mosiah chapter 5, he tells us that when we make covenants with God, our hearts change, and we are “spiritually begotten.” He says, “Because of the covenant which ye have made ye shall be called the children of Christ, his sons, and his daughters.”

Signing the Adoption Papers

When I was baptized at eight years old, and when we take the sacrament every Sunday, we aren't just checking boxes. We are signing our adoption papers. We are binding ourselves to Jesus Christ so that we can inherit the Father's kingdom.

This turns the family of God into a profound miracle of grace. Grace means that the Master Builder looked at us in eternity, organized us into His image, and invited us to become full heirs to His estate. It isn't a family favor we are automatically owed; it is a high privilege that Jesus purchased for us.

Conclusion

I am grateful to be a part of the family of God. I am grateful that our place in His family is not a passive accident of history, but an intentional choice made by a Loving Father and a Savior who adopts us through covenants. I pray that we will always honor our adoption by keeping our covenants.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.