Hey Guy Buy Me - selling for five bucks you say? On sale forever.............Did not make me rich after all....Why?????? Word on the Street, Sat % Sun (11&12 Jun 22) www.silvaredigonda.ca

Preface Ok, I should not call you an idiot. I am sorry. Am I really sorry? Let me think…. (Thinking)…..Nope... but I am going to help you. We are going to develop an honest relationship. I am going to help you learn how to talk to women without making a complete fool of yourself. Now I am the teacher and you are the student. I am a woman and you are (well I don’t know who you are, do I?) ..Hopefully, you are a guy who bought my book, not to make me rich, but to make yourself rich….No, not with money (not for you, for me? Maybe….if enough of you exist and buy my book……who knows?) You will acquire the ability to talk to women without blowing it constantly. I know a lot of you exist but I don’t know if you are brave enough to buy my comments. I am not going to be sensitive about this. Ok I am going to try, so I am not going to call you an idiot, geek, etc…. You may pay for my tuition, so I can learn more about how to help you. Perhaps I can become more sensitive so I don’t hurt your feelings……Let’s get real! You should buy this book if girls (women) scare you. You should buy this book if you need four beers before you can talk to a girl (woman). You should buy this book if you want to learn from the Master. Actually I don’t have my Master’s yet…..Will a Bachelor of Arts do??????? I hope I don’t traumatize you, but maybe you need a little wake up. Well, enough chatter. Let’s get on with it. (Come and see me at my booth rain or shine or snow E24A.)

For Love Of Country - Military Policewoman continues (Word on The Street, booth E24A, this weekend - Toronto)

“All Military Police of Land Force Command are joining their thoughts in wishing good luck and farewell to MCpl Silva Redigonda on her announced retirement following completion of twenty years of loyal and dedicated service to the Canadian Forces and the Security Branch. It is always with great regret that we say goodbye to a highly professional and dedicated Military Policewoman. Hopefully we can stay in touch through the Canadian Military Police Association. The army wishes you, Silva, all the best in future endeavours whatever you choose to do. Have a nice mess dinner, good health and God speed. LCol Smith, Provost Marshall, Land Force Command Headquarters LCol Smith, a long way from the school… memories… . I looked at my two friends, Sandy and Rebecca, at a table at the far end of the room. I had only one other close friend, Chris, and he was unable to attend due to school exams. If I had told him about my retirement party, nothing would have kept him away, but his exams were too important for me to allow that to happen. I did not realize that Rebecca too had an exam the following day. Sandy and Rebecca appeared to be having a good time. Sandy loved parties and people, but for Rebecca, any function was a chore to be endured. Baby Sergeant was entertaining them. Once everyone had been seated, Bill and Baby Sergeant joined my two friends. It reminded me of high school dances where the boys would grin and move in for the kill. Silva, upon learning of your pending retirement from the Canadian Forces I had to stop and reflect at how old I am getting, since our days together in Germany. I remember many of the firsts within the trade which you were involved in: One of the first women in the Military Police, one of the first female Military Police in Europe and one of the first female Military Police with the Multinational Forces and Observers. Having survived Toronto for so long, I have no doubt that you will do well in retirement. MWO J. Williams The first in Europe… the first in the Middle East… not the first Military Policewoman… . We had been in for about a year already. Oh, Jim. You wanted to come up for a weekend and I was so busy with things to do; I must remember to call you.” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “For love of country : military policewoman.” Apple Books.

The Internet Murders continues www.silvaredigonda.ca

“There’s a coffee shop right across the street from the victim. It was closed.” Robert appeared deep in thought as he spoke. “They have cameras inside, but one faces the cash register and the two others are both facing inward. No one thought of having a camera face outward?” Paul responded. “Well, maybe the neighbours don’t like having their lives on camera? People want their privacy, not some peep show clown looking at them.” Robert didn’t really hear Paul. He was still talking. “What if the guy didn’t slip? What if he stopped his car and walked to pick up coffees and then saw something that got him killed?” “Well!” Paul perked up. “Now that doesn’t make sense at all, Robert. Why would the guy park a few blocks away to pick up a coffee? Why wouldn’t he just park at the donut shop, get his coffee and go? That doesn’t make sense at all Robert.” Paul was pleased with himself. Robert was not so smart after all. Robert continued to speak to himself aloud. “Why would he park two blocks away?” *** Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.” Apple Books.

Come and See Me at Word On the Street - I am at booth E24A

Hi, This week I will like to focus on my book event for the year at Word on The Street. I will cut and paste excerpts of my book each day until Friday. Saturday and Sunday I shall be at Queens Park from 12:00 to 7:00 pm on Saturday, 11 Jun 22 and from 10:00 a.m to 6:00 pm, Sunday, 12 Jun 22. I will be giving out bookmarks to you folks so you don't get lost when reading my books. I do hope to see you there. I liked it much at the waterfront these past few years but it looks like we went back home. I did finish my next book but it is not ready for you yet. By next year at the latest it shall be done. Looking forward to seeing you! If you happen to be a friend of mine please bring me black coffee, no sugar and a boston cream donut if you are so inclined. I have attached a map for you to find me. I am at Booth E24A once again near St Joseph Street.

The Internet Murders continues - www.silvaredigonda.ca

“Robert was at the station looking up at his white board. Paul was sitting nearby at his desk munching on a 12 inch BLT sub. He would occasionally down some coffee with it. Robert was the charismatic one, both at the office and socially. People seemed drawn to him. Robert, who remained focused on the board, spoke. “We have one female dead in her apartment and within two blocks of that some guy slips and falls and accidentally dies? What do you think Paul?” Paul knew that Robert didn’t really care what he thought. He could see the engines of Robert’s brain working. This is how he worked, by soliloquy. Paul was sure that Robert just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice. “Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidence. Did the coroner’s report come in yet?” he asked Paul. “Not yet,” Paul replied, more interested in his Subway than listening to Robert being full of himself. So the guy fell and hit his head. Why does Robert have to turn it into a homicide? Robert continued, “The poor slob slipped and fell. But what was he doing there? Did he kill the girl and then fall and “and die himself?” Paul chuckled aloud. “How good that would be! Every time someone killed somebody then he would have an accident himself. That would save the taxpayers a lot of money!” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.” Apple Books. Visit me at Word On The Street, Jun 11/12, Sat & Sun. I shall be at booth E24A. Due to COVID restrictions I shall be giving out bookmarks.

Next: Electronic Media - Theology Ethics (tid bit)

In reality TV there is no interaction. Celebrities are honoured. It promotes feelings of addiction. Materialism and superficiality fosters the immediacy of all things. Instant gratification discourages community. Is this unethical? How to respond as an individual or Church.? Should it be controlled or censored? How does the Church use it effectively? Church can use it for good. Something to think about. Next week we continue with Ethical Reflection on Pastoral Practice. The Learning and teaching - Church person Jesus: Life in the Spirit.

It's Voting time in the city. Who did you vote for?

Tomorrow night I'll be watching to see who wins the next Provincial election ? Will it be our present Ford? Will it be the green party? Will it be the NDP? Will it be liberals? It should be interesting. I actually voted last week. It was bare. I suggested they should give out free sandwiches and coffee as a motivation to vote. I said that it was what I would do if I was a politician. As I approached the table and displayed my ID a man walked over to me, looked at my picture and said I haven't changed a bit. His remark was not lost on me, though he thought it breezed over my head. Normally, I am asked for a driver's license but the young man recognized me. Did I mention I have turned blonde again? I then made a remark about how I couldn't wait until the voting season was over, since I have to look at a huge sign on my neighbour's lawn each time I leave the house, either it is sitting out front drinking my coffee or watering the grass, I keep seeing that smile. I think it my case it's effect is the opposite it is trying to create. I am trying not to look. I tilt my head here and there and still the smile peaks through. It's not a bad smile, a bit over the top. I can imagine the photographer. "You're beautiful. Yeah you are the next leader of Ontario, yeah look up, yeah let's look at the pearly whites yeah, open your mouth a bit, no close it a bit, yeah! Gotcha ya." The politician is smiling away like it's New Years Eve. I shall be celebrating when all I have to look at is the birds and trees plus the traffic of course. Not that I have anything against the politician, but I need a break from office. "ZZZZTTTT" the young man warns with his boyish good looks and playful manner who reminds me of my elementary teachers about to give me detention. I am about to open my mouth again when he once again speaks in the foreign language, "ZZZZZZZTTTTTTT." My eyes wide with the expression ooops, my bad is expressed behind my mask. The masked woman, going to vote and no one but me is in the hall. He gives me my voting card and I go to the booth and scroll down to see who I am voting for. "Oh, there you are" me thinks quietly. I then walk over to another table where my prize possession is scanned and deposited. I thank everyone and I am also thanked for the entertainment. As I leave, the host tells me that next time she will have a coffee and sandwich for me. I am delighted and thank her. After that episode, I decide that I need to get out more, so last Sunday I was in Niagara Falls. I love that place and always feels like I am going home. Wierd, since Toronto is home. I see the Freedom Convoy being loud as they drive along the road passing the falls. They have vulgarity about a politician printed on their trucks. I wonder how the Mayor of Niagara would handle it if they tried to take over Niagara Falls. It must be nice complaining about the lack of freedom while creating so much noice you can't hear the falls roar. It must be nice complaining about the lack of freedom when having F--- Trudeau spelled out incorrectly. I wonder how Putin would deal with that in Russia? It doesn't matter who you vote for. People are always complaining even those who do not vote. So, vote and have a voice where it counts - the power of the x on a form. What do you think?