A Confederate Flag And A Mining Town

A guy I went to high school with changed his profile picture to him holding a Confederate flag while standing out in the woods. It has been puzzling me ever since I saw it.  Let me give the recent backstory of this guy (as I have been piecing together on Facebook):

  1. He has four children
  2. He spent several years posting bible quotations
  3. He also posted, during this same time, numerous declarations of his love for his wife
  4. He seemed to be unable to hold down a job (as evidenced by posts describing how his life was going to improve due to his new job)
  5. He recently lost his younger brother to heroin overdose
  6. Last week he posted he was in a relationship with a new woman
  7. One of his friends asked him if he was married under this post and he replied, “not for long”
  8. I looked at his status this morning and the previously described picture of him with the Confederate flag was posted

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How a Donald Trump Could Succeed in Canada

I spent much of the past week with an old friend from back home.  He and I have taken different paths since we left high school, but we share the bond of two people who grew up together in a small town.  We can still have fun like we did when we were 18 and I can connect with him on a barrier-free level that I am unwilling to even attempt with people I meet now.  This openness made for some insightful political discussions.

Let me be clear here, when I say my friend and I have taken different paths since high school, I am talking about stark differences.  My friend left school in the late 90s and has never sat in a classroom (save one-day courses required to be ticketed for his field) since then.  His line of work, oil, has allowed him to earn a substantial salary with no post-secondary education. Continue reading

Kimberley: A Good Place to Be?

I grew up in a mining town in the Southeast corner of British Columbia, Kimberley.  My father with a grade 8 education worked as a surveyor and then a first-aid attendant in the mine and my mother with her (at the time) grade 12 education worked at the ski hill.  These position required no post-secondary education and offered liveable wages. The mine, touted as the “world’s largest lead and zinc mine” was fully unionized.  The ski hill, community owned, was also unionized. Continue reading

A Response To Randy Pompetti

Yesterday two of my Facebook friends posted a link to a piece defending Alberta’s oil industry.  The piece was written by Rany Pompetti and attempts to defang any arguments made by those who oppose the oil industry, but does not succeed (https://www.facebook.com/randy.pompetti/posts/10153368453187946).  Instead it gets muddled down in its inability to decide on who its audience is; makes some borderline conspiracy theorist accusations against the United States; and, in general, does not address the challenges the industry faces and how it could do better.  My goal with this post will be to look at the arguments made by Mr. Pompetti and point out their fallacies and at the end of the article offer a stronger argument that could be used to help convince Canadians to continue to support the development of Alberta’s oil industry. Continue reading

Facebook Friends and Suicide

A woman I knew when she was a girl, killed herself last week.  We went to Selkirk Secondary in Kimberley, BC and both graduated in 1995.  I never was especially close to her, some people I knew hung around with her.  If I went to a social event she would probably be there, but really never that close.

Upon hearing of her death on Facebook I was sad.  The public outpouring of grief that I witnessed on Facebook by people who knew her was to be expected.  Facebook is good for that sort of thing and reenforced the sadness of the situation.  What bothered me, however, is how I had treated this person on Facebook in the past. Continue reading