She doesn’t care that neonatal intensive care units are at capacity in Edmonton, does nothing to address this crisis, talks of expanding Calgary’s units (!), and is quite prepared to fly Edmonton infants without local facilities to Calgary or out of province.
“Deaths of infants may soon follow”, says Dr. Mona Gill, president of the Edmonton Zone Medical Staff Association.
A useless, evil UCP hag, much like the Premier.
Uh, how about “Sleepy Don’?
At least twice in two days at his first criminal trial.
He shall continue to be ‘ground down’ by the many days of the endless trial/s to come. This will, no doubt, cause him to lose control and irrationally damage his own case/s at various junctures.
about sending sick Edmonton babies to Calgary or other provinces since they’re Edmonton babies and the local neonatal emergency facilities don’t, therefore, matter.
Everything the UCP does is in in revenge against the liberal feds or Albertans of the opposite political stripe. Not very subtle at all.
Old Furniture
I know not how it may be with others
Who sit amid relics of householdry
That date from the days of their mothers’ mothers.
But well I know how it is with me
Continually.
I see the hands of the generations
That owned each shiny familiar thing
In play on its knobs and indentations,
And with its ancient fashioning
Still dallying:
Hands behind hands, growing paler and paler,
As in a mirror a candle-flame
Shows images of itself, each frailer
As it recedes, though the eye may frame
Its shape the same.
On the clock’s dull dial a foggy finger,
Moving to set the minutes right
With tentative touches that lift and linger
In the wont of a moth on a summer night,
Creeps to my sight.
On this old viol, too, fingers are dancing –
As whilom – just over the strings by the nut,
The tip of a bow receding, advancing
In airy quivers, as if it would cut
The plaintive gut.
Well, well. It is best to be up and doing,
The world has no use for one today
Who eyes things thus – no aim pursuing!
He should not continue in this stay,
But sink away.
there will be some jealous, stupid, bigoted troll out there who will dump on your parade.
One huge diff from the good old days when this kind of nasty rudeness was generally kept more in check in a more civilized, well-mannered society.
A poor man’s version of a Rolex Oyster Perpetual, status-wise.
(Looking much like the above pic. Single long-line formation punctuated by hoo-ooo sounds.)
Director of the documentary behind-the-scenes of her husband Francis Ford’s epic war classic about Vietnam Apocalypse Now.
the people of Alberta. Each of their crazy and stupid choices is against Albertans, not for them. And never do they improve the health care crisis or stop their war on doctors and nurses.
For the former, it’s all about the money which is why Edmonton will never see a new hospital built here. Besides, the Calgary political base is getting money for a new arena and the party is on a revenge campaign for the capital city not kowtowing to the southern rednecks.
This Bill 18 of theirs designed to gatekeep/censor federal funds to Alberta communities , cities, and institutions is a nasty play, too. They would obstruct Albertans from receiving federal funds that they themselves do not provide and have no intention of providing. Evil grinchery.
“Each film is my last.”
“Film is not like literature. More often than not, the character and the substance of the two art forms are in conflict. The written word is read and assimilated by a conscious act and in connection with the intellect, and little by little, it plays on the imagination or feelings. It is completely different with the motion picture. When we see a film in a cinema we are conscious that an illusion has been prepared for us and we relax and accept it with our will and intellect. We prepare the way into our imagination. The sequence of images play directly on our feelings without touching our mind.”
