Friday, January 2, 2026

33 Kilos, 73 Pounds, and the Invisible Forces Behind Headlines


 January 2026

 33 Kilos, 73 Pounds, and the Invisible Forces Behind Headlines


You might have seen the shocking news: a woman caught at YVR trying to fly to Frankfurt with 33 kilos of cannabis. The headline makes it sound like a wild stunt, or a “bad choice.” But pause — 33 kilos is about 73 pounds. That’s not a casual mistake. That’s a load heavy enough to crush any ordinary person under the weight of consequences.

The Human Angle:
We don’t know her story — and that’s exactly the point. Most people in headlines like this never get to tell their side. At this scale, it’s impossible that this was a simple “oops.” People are coerced, pressured, groomed, or cornered by circumstances that outsiders can barely imagine.

We live in a city like Vancouver, a global hub with sprawling ports, airports, and rising inequality. When systems fail — from low-paid security staff to fractured law enforcement — vulnerable people are the ones who get caught, while the networks that exploit them often remain invisible.

Patterns Behind the Shock:

  • Organized crime exploits gaps and vulnerabilities.
  • Many so-called “security” workers themselves are overworked, undertrained, or precarious.
  • People carrying drugs across borders are rarely doing it out of free choice; coercion, threats, or deception are more common than headlines admit.

Why This Matters:
This story isn’t about judgment. It’s about noticing the cracks in our systems — the way poverty, immigration status, desperation, and city-wide inequality intersect with borders and law enforcement. It’s about empathy and holding space for the invisible side of these headlines.

Reflective Questions:

  1. How do systems protect the powerful while punishing the visible “mules”?
  2. What pressures might drive someone to take a risk this enormous?
  3. How can Vancouver avoid normalizing exploitation in the shadow of its globalized economy?

Closing Thought:
We may never know her story, but we can recognize the forces that corner people into impossible choices. Paying attention to the human side of headlines — even when it’s uncomfortable — is one small way to resist a system that too often punishes the vulnerable.



Thursday, January 1, 2026

When Airlines Stopped Caring: How Flying Became a Class System

 

When Airlines Stopped Caring: How Flying Became a Class System

There was a time when airlines actually cared about passengers.

Flying felt human.
You bought a ticket, you got a seat, your bag came with you, and dignity wasn’t an add-on.

Now? Flying has become a scam dressed up as “choice.”

Want to keep your laptop safe?
Carry-on now costs extra.

Afraid your luggage will be lost — again?
Pay more.

Want to sit next to the person you’re traveling with?
Pay more.

Want to avoid being shoved into a middle seat at the back of the plane, knees jammed into your chest, unable to recline because the seats are zip-tied upright?
Pay more.

What airlines call “basic fares” are really punishment fares.

If you’re poor or budget-conscious, you don’t just get fewer perks — you get treated like you don’t matter.

This isn’t about luxury.
It’s about function, safety, and dignity.

Most people carry laptops, medication, cameras, or personal items they cannot afford to lose. Charging extra just to keep essential belongings with you isn’t a service — it’s a shakedown.

Airlines have figured out how to take one ticket and break it into ten separate fees, then blame passengers for wanting basic decency.

They say:

“You can choose a cheaper ticket.”

What they really mean is:

“You can choose discomfort, anxiety, and risk.”

This is classism in the sky.

If you have money, you glide through airports with legroom, overhead space, priority boarding, edible food, and calm.

If you don’t, you are herded, charged, shamed, and crammed — seat by seat.

Flying used to connect people.
Now it sorts them.

And the worst part? We’re told this is normal. Efficient. “Just how the market works.”

No.

This is what happens when empathy is stripped out of a system and replaced with profit extraction.

Airlines didn’t just shrink seats.
They shrank humanity.

Flying shouldn’t feel like a reminder of where you rank in society.


Wednesday, December 31, 2025

New Year’s Eve: Holding the Door Open ✨

 New Year’s Eve: Holding the Door Open

New Year’s Eve has a strange quiet to it when you really listen. πŸŒ™

Not the loud countdowns or curated celebrations—but the softer moments in between. The conversations that linger. The things people say without realizing how much they reveal. The truths we don’t always have the energy to argue with, but still carry with us.

Tonight, I’m thinking about how different lives can intersect on the same street. 🚢‍♀️🚢‍♂️

A conversation with a mother and her son—new to the neighbourhood, excited by the view, impressed by the location, confident in their footing. University. Tech jobs. Transfers. Opportunity. When the topic of poverty and addiction surfaced, the words “it’s a choice” landed heavily. I chose not to debate in that moment. Some conversations require not just facts, but readiness—and not everyone is there yet.

But I did say this: poverty doesn’t discriminate forever. Systems don’t either. And if we don’t lift everyone, those systems eventually come for more than we expect. ⚖️

I’m not angry about it.
I’m observant. πŸ‘€

This year has taught me that observation is its own form of resistance.

I’ve seen how easily comfort can create distance—and how quickly circumstances can change. I’ve seen how people move into places without understanding the history beneath their feet, the lives pushed to the margins to make those views possible. πŸ™️ I’ve also seen kindness where it wasn’t expected, and resilience where it should never have been required. 🌱

Tonight, I’m also aware of absence.
Friends far away, sharing meals. 🍽️
People celebrating together. πŸŽ‰
Others, quietly alone.

If tonight looks different than you hoped—if you’re not surrounded by noise or champagne—please know this: presence still counts. A walk. A movie. A favourite treat. A deep breath. Survival itself is not small. 🀍

I don’t believe hope has to be loud.
I believe hope can sit beside grief.
I believe empathy is learned—or it isn’t—and education matters more than judgment. πŸ“š
I believe dignity should never be conditional.

As the year turns, I’m not wishing for perfection.
I’m wishing for awareness.
For softer conversations.
For courage without cruelty.
For communities that understand we are only as strong as how we treat those with the least protection. 🀝

If you’re celebrating tonight, I’m glad.
If you’re grieving, you’re not behind.
If you’re alone, you still belong. ✨

Here’s to a year where we look a little closer,
listen a little longer,
and remember that lifting others is not charity—
it’s survival. 🌍

Gentle wishes for the year ahead.
— Tina πŸ’«


Reflective Questions πŸ€”✨

  • Where have I noticed comfort creating distance—in myself or in others?
  • What assumptions do I carry about people whose lives look different from mine?
  • When have I chosen observation over argument, and what did that teach me?
  • What does dignity look like in everyday actions—not policies or slogans?
  • How can I help “lift” others in ways that are realistic, human, and sustainable?
  • What kind of presence do I want to bring into the new year—especially in difficult conversations?


When Housing Policy Traps People in Abusive Relationships πŸ πŸ’”

 When Housing Policy Traps People in Abusive Relationships πŸ πŸ’”

I recently saw a question posted in a DTES Facebook group that stopped me cold.

Someone living in BC Housing, on disability, paying under $500 a month, asked what would happen if they got married and their spouse moved in.

The responses were almost unanimous:

“Don’t do it.”
“Everything gets f*cked up.”
“You’ll lose your housing.” πŸ˜”

That reaction isn’t cynicism.
It’s experience.


The part no one wants to say out loud 🀐

Policies that tie housing to household income don’t just affect rent calculations.
They shape people’s most intimate life decisions.

They:

  • Discourage people from forming families πŸ‘¨‍πŸ‘©‍πŸ‘§
  • Punish people for partnership πŸ’
  • And most dangerously — trap people in abusive relationships 🚨

If your housing depends on:

  • who you live with
  • how much they earn
  • whether you are “single” on paper πŸ“„

Then leaving a partner — even an abusive one — can mean:

  • losing affordable housing 🏚️
  • going back on waitlists that are years long ⏳
  • risking shelters, couch-surfing, or homelessness 🧳

That is not a “personal choice.”
That is structural coercion.


Violence or homelessness is not a choice ⚠️

Middle-class people are often told:

“If it’s abusive, just leave.”

But if you are disabled, poor, or living in subsidized housing, leaving can trigger:

  • loss of rent-geared-to-income housing
  • benefit reassessments
  • bureaucratic delays that don’t care about safety 🧾

So people stay. Not because they want to. But because the system makes survival conditional on endurance 😞

This reality hits hardest for:

  • women
  • disabled people ♿
  • queer and trans folks 🏳️‍🌈
  • people without family backup
  • people already marginalized by poverty

This is economic abuse reinforced by policy.


This should not be normal ❌

Housing is supposed to provide safety πŸ›‘
Disability supports are supposed to support dignity

When policies instead:

  • keep people single
  • keep people silent
  • keep people afraid to report harm 😢

Something is deeply wrong.


A New Year, a New Series πŸŽ‰✍️

In the New Year, I will be writing a 10-part blog series examining how housing and social assistance policies in BC affect real lives — not on paper, but in practice.

Topics will include:

  • Housing and intimate relationships
  • Disability and forced dependency
  • Why people stay in unsafe situations
  • The gap between “policy intent” and lived reality
  • What dignity would actually look like 🌱

I’m looking for people willing to share their stories πŸ—£️

If you:

  • have lived in BC Housing
  • have been on disability or income assistance
  • have stayed in a relationship because leaving felt impossible
  • or have been punished for honesty about your household

Your story matters.

You can:

  • share anonymously πŸ•Š️
  • share as much or as little as you want
  • simply describe what the policy did to your choices

You can message me privately or comment with
“I want to share”
and I will reach out.

We are not broken.
The system is. 🧱

And the first step to changing it is telling the truth.


Reflective Questions πŸ€”✨

  1. Have you ever stayed in a relationship because leaving felt financially impossible?
  2. How do housing and income rules influence who you can live with — or love?
  3. Should access to safe housing depend on marital or household status?
  4. Who benefits from policies that discourage partnership among low-income people?
  5. What would a housing system designed around safety and dignity actually look like?
  6. If these policies existed for middle-class households, would they be tolerated?
  7. What stories are missing from policy discussions about “housing stability”?
  8. How does fear of losing housing affect people’s willingness to report abuse?
  9. What supports would make it possible — not just theoretical — to leave harm?
  10. What does dignity mean to you, and where does housing fit into that? 🏠❤️


Tuesday, December 30, 2025

When Trust Breaks: Why Ethical Pet Sitting Matters More Than Reviews 🐾

 πŸΎ When Trust Breaks: Why Ethical Pet Sitting Matters More Than Reviews 🐾

I am a cat sitter and dog walker, and I take this responsibility very seriously. 🐱🐢
Caring for someone’s animal is not a side hustle—it is a duty of trust.

Recently, I saw a heartbreaking post from a daughter trying to locate her mother’s cat. Her mother passed away while traveling, and due to circumstances beyond her control, the daughter could not immediately reach the pet sitter. πŸ“΅πŸ’”
By the time contact was made, the cat was gone.

Police have now been notified. πŸš“
But right now, the family isn’t focused on blame—they just want their cat back. 🐾🏠

That matters.


🐾 Pets Are Not Property in Practice—They Are Family

Yes, the law still classifies pets as property—but every ethical sitter knows better.
Animals are sentient beings who rely entirely on us for safety, routine, and comfort. πŸˆπŸ’ž

When someone entrusts their cat to a sitter, they are trusting:

  • ❤️ Their safety
  • πŸ•Š️ Their emotional well-being
  • πŸ”‘ Their continuity of care

That responsibility does not disappear when communication is delayed—especially during emergencies, illness, or death.

A delay is not abandonment.
A tragedy is not consent.
⭐ Reviews do not replace ethics.


🌱 A Code of Ethics for Responsible Pet Sitters 🐾

If you call yourself a professional pet sitter, these should be non-negotiable:

🐾 1. The Animal Comes First

  • Never act out of convenience or assumption
  • Maintain care while seeking resolution
  • Prioritize safety, stability, and routine

πŸ“ž 2. Exhaust All Contact Options

  • Emergency contacts
  • Family members
  • Vets listed on file
  • Written follow-ups and documentation

⏳ 3. Time Is Not Abandonment

  • Grief, hospitalization, and death cause delays
  • Silence does not equal surrender
  • Act slowly, not impulsively

πŸ“ 4. Never Transfer or Rehome Without Authority

  • No rehoming without written consent or legal direction
  • No “assumptions” based on payment or timing
  • No quiet handoffs

🧾 5. Document Everything

  • Messages
  • Dates
  • Attempts to resolve
  • Decisions made

Transparency protects everyone—especially the animal. πŸ›‘️

🀍 6. Lead With Compassion

  • Families in crisis deserve patience
  • Grief requires humanity, not policy shortcuts
  • Kindness is part of the job

🚨 Right Now, This Is About Finding a Cat 🐱

This post is not about online attacks or outrage.
It is about bringing a cat home. 🏑🐾

If you are:

  • 🐾 A pet sitter
  • 🩺 A veterinarian
  • πŸ•‍🦺 A rescue or foster
  • 🏠 Someone who recently took in or adopted a cat under unclear circumstances

Please ask questions.
Please speak up.
Please help reunite this cat with their family. πŸ’”➡️❤️

Grief has already taken enough.


✍️ Why I’m Speaking Out

I’m writing this because I want people to know:

  • 🌱 Many pet sitters take ethics seriously
  • 🧠 Professionalism means slowing down
  • πŸ”— Trust, once broken, harms animals the most

If you are a sitter: be better than the bare minimum.
If you are a pet owner: ask hard questions before you leave.
If you know something that could help: now is the time. ⏰


πŸ’­ Reflective Questions (For Sitters & Pet Owners)

  • 🐾 If the worst happened tomorrow, would my pet be protected?
  • πŸ“ Do my contracts prioritize clarity—or convenience?
  • 🀍 Am I prepared to respond with compassion, not assumptions?
  • 🐱 Would I be comfortable explaining my decisions publicly?
  • πŸ” If this were my cat, what would I hope someone would do?

Animals don’t have a voice.
We are supposed to be it. πŸΎπŸ’¬

Sunday, December 28, 2025

Moment of Silence for Oaxaca πŸ’”

 A Moment of Silence for Oaxaca πŸ’”

Some news stops you in your tracks

Today I learned that a passenger train derailed in Oaxaca, killing at least thirteen people. I have no words big enough for the sorrow their families must be carrying right now.

What makes this tragedy feel especially close to my heart is that I once rode a similar train in southern Mexico, back in 1990. Long before smartphones, before hashtags, before everything moved so fast. That train was more than transportation — it was connection. People. Stories. Landscapes unfolding slowly through open windows.

Not long after, the trains stopped running. Entire rail lines faded into memory.

When I heard in recent years that trains were returning to the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, I felt something I hadn’t expected: hope. Hope for reconnection, for slower travel, for communities linked again not just by roads, but by shared journeys.

That’s why this loss feels so deeply sad — beyond statistics, beyond headlines.

Behind every number is a person who woke up that morning expecting to arrive somewhere. Someone who had plans. Someone who was loved.

Tonight, I hold space for the families grieving in Oaxaca. For the injured. For the communities shaken. For everyone who believed, as I did, that the return of the trains symbolized renewal.

May the victims be remembered with dignity.
May their families find support and care.
And may we never forget that progress must always place human lives first.

With a heavy heart,
Tina Winterlik

πŸ•―️


When We Are Hurting — Who Is Helped First? πŸ’”πŸ 

When We Are Hurting — Who Is Helped First? πŸ’”πŸ 

There is something I’ve been struggling to put into words for a long time, because it feels dangerous to say out loud. Not because it isn’t true — but because truth has become uncomfortable.

Canada is hurting. πŸ˜”

People are unhoused. People are couch surfing, living out of suitcases, staying where they are “allowed” but not welcome. People who worked, paid taxes, raised children, and did what they were told are now invisible in their own country.

And yet, when the war in Ukraine began, help moved quickly. πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ’Έ

I watched as Ukrainians arrived in Canada and were housed — some immediately placed in Airbnbs after COVID, while locals were being told there was “nothing available.” I watched emergency supports appear overnight. I watched compassion mobilized with speed and efficiency I had never experienced myself.

And I need to say this clearly:

This is not resentment toward Ukrainians.
This is grief — and confusion — about priorities. 😞


The Question We’re Not Allowed to Ask ❓

Why was housing suddenly possible? 🏑

For years, we were told:

  • There is a housing shortage 🏚️
  • There is no funding πŸ’Έ
  • There are long waitlists ⏳
  • There are “complex cases” πŸ“„

Then suddenly, units appeared.

Airbnbs that had displaced locals during the pandemic were now available. Temporary housing became immediate housing. Emergency funds flowed without the months (or years) of assessments, rejections, and silence so many Canadians experience.

So the question becomes unavoidable:

If housing was possible then — why wasn’t it possible before? ❗

And why isn’t it possible now? ❗


Compassion Should Not Be a Competition πŸ’›

We are constantly pushed into false binaries:

  • Care about Ukrainians or care about Canadians
  • Support refugees or support the unhoused
  • Be compassionate or be critical

But compassion is not finite. πŸ’–

What is finite is political will. ⚡

It is possible to believe:

  • Ukrainians fleeing war deserve safety and dignity
    and
  • Canadians should not be left without shelter, support, or hope 🏠❤️

When we fail one group to help another, something has gone very wrong with the system — not with the people.


Context Matters — Even When It’s Uncomfortable 🌍

The war in Ukraine did not emerge from a vacuum. Tensions had been building for years — political, economic, military. NATO expansion, regional power struggles, historical grievances — these things don’t excuse violence, but they do explain how the world arrived here.

Yet nuance disappears once bombs fall. πŸ’£

War becomes “good versus evil.”
Spending becomes “necessary.”
Questions become “disloyal.”

Meanwhile, at home, suffering is normalized. 😒


What It Feels Like From the Inside πŸ‘️‍πŸ—¨️

When you are unhoused or housing-insecure, this isn’t theoretical.

It feels like:

  • Watching money move effortlessly — just not for you πŸ’΅
  • Being told your situation is “unfortunate” but permanent 🏚️
  • Seeing urgency applied everywhere except where you stand πŸ›‘

It feels like being a citizen only on paper. πŸ“„

I didn’t lose my home because of laziness or bad choices. Many people didn’t. We lost it because housing became a commodity, not a right — because policies failed, wages stagnated, and safety nets were quietly dismantled. ⚠️

And when help finally appears — but only for others — the pain deepens. πŸ’”


The Hard Truth πŸ—£️

Canada has the resources. πŸ’°

What it lacks is the courage to:

  • Treat housing as infrastructure, not investment πŸ—️
  • Admit decades of policy failure πŸ•°️
  • Extend emergency-level compassion to its own people πŸ’›

War spending is fast because war is politically useful. πŸͺ–
Housing the poor is slow because poverty is inconvenient. ⚠️

That is the contradiction we are living inside. 😞


A Call for Shared Humanity — Not Silence ✨

This is not a call to turn inward or shut doors. πŸšͺ❌

It is a call to open them wider — and stop deciding who deserves dignity based on headlines, geopolitics, or optics. 🌏❤️

If we can house people fleeing bombs,
we can house people freezing on sidewalks. 🏠❄️

If we can move billions overnight,
we can move systems that have been stuck for decades. ⏳πŸ’ͺ

And if asking these questions makes people uncomfortable —
maybe that discomfort is overdue. ⚡


Closing the Year: A Quiet Reckoning

 Closing the Year: A Quiet Reckoning

As this year comes to a close, I find myself less interested in tidy summaries and more drawn to honesty.

This was not a year of easy answers.
It was a year of noticing—what feels broken, what feels fragile, and what still quietly works despite everything.

I thought often about balance. About how life once moved at a human pace—when food came from gardens, when vendors walked the streets, when people relied more on one another than on systems that now feel cold and transactional. Progress has brought convenience, yes—but it has also brought distance, burnout, and a constant sense of urgency that doesn’t sit well with the soul.

This year reminded me how much we’ve lost touch with slowness, with dignity, with simple connection. It also reminded me how resilient people are—especially those living on the margins, navigating housing insecurity, rising costs, censorship, and systems that rarely listen.

I continue to write because silence feels more dangerous than speaking.
I continue to observe because stories matter—especially the ones that don’t fit neatly into headlines or algorithms.

There were moments of exhaustion this year. Moments of grief. Moments where retreat felt safer than engagement. And yet, there were also moments of beauty: shared meals, remembered places, small kindnesses, and the steady pull of creativity that refuses to disappear.

As the year closes, I’m not making grand resolutions.
I’m carrying forward intentions instead:

  • to stay curious
  • to stay grounded
  • to tell the truth as I see it
  • and to remember that change often begins quietly, long before it becomes visible

Thank you to those who read, reflect, question, and return.
Thank you for holding space for nuance in a world that prefers noise.

Here’s to a gentler turning of the page.
May the coming year bring more balance, more humanity, and more room to breathe.

— Tina


Thursday, December 11, 2025

Take A Break

πŸŽ„✨ A Christmas Pause Filled With Love & Light ✨πŸŽ„

Hi beautiful souls πŸ’–πŸŒŽ

After blogging non-stop this year (seriously… full madwoman mode πŸ€ͺπŸ’»), I suddenly noticed my scheduler is packed right up to December 10!

And honestly, it felt like a little whisper from the universe:
Slow down. Breathe. Celebrate. Recharge.

So I’m officially taking a little Christmas Break πŸŽ…πŸŒŸ
I’m not sure how long — maybe until the New Year, maybe until my heart says “GO!” again.
But don’t worry… you’ll know when I’m back ✨

As the twinkling lights return and the nights grow long, I want to send you all some warm, glowing love:

  • πŸ’ž May you feel loved — whether you’re surrounded by family or spending the season quietly on your own.
  • πŸ’ž May you remember you are NEVER truly alone — we are all connected.
  • πŸ’ž May you feel gratitude for the small things: warm tea, soft blankets, kind smiles.
  • πŸ’ž May Mother Earth feel our gentleness this season.
  • πŸ’ž May we share a little more kindness in a world that deeply needs it.

The world feels wild right now — the news, the struggles, the uncertainty —
but there is still so much light, so much goodness, and so much hope inside each one of us. 🌍πŸ”₯πŸ’«

Let’s hold that close.
Let’s share it.
Let’s wrap the world in a little more love. ❤️

Thank you for being here with me — for reading, caring, sharing, supporting, laughing, crying, and walking this strange, beautiful journey together.

I’m grateful for you.
I’m grateful for this Earth.
I’m grateful for this moment.

✨🎁 See you after my little holiday pause — refreshed, inspired, and ready for a bright 2026. 🎁✨

With all my heart,
Tina / Zipolita πŸ’–πŸŽ„πŸŒŸ

Before I Take a Break… One Last Thing

Before I Take a Break… One Last Thing

I promised myself I was going to take a little break from blogging, but with everything happening right now in Abbotsford and the Fraser Valley, I felt like I needed to say one last thing.

The Nooksack River is overflowing again — the same issue that triggered the devastating flood of 2021. People are being evacuated, roads are closing, and families are watching the water rise just like before. It’s heartbreaking and frightening, because deep down we all know this didn’t need to happen again.

This land holds memory.
Sumas Prairie was once Sumas Lake, and every time the storms come, it feels like the land remembers what it used to be. Mother Earth is exhausted from being reshaped, drained, pushed, and covered with industrial farming, fertilizers, and endless pressure. Sometimes it feels like she’s trying to wash everything clean, not out of anger, but out of a desperate need to restore balance.

And the hardest part?
So much of the help people desperately need depends on leadership that seems more interested in politics than human lives. Disaster aid cutbacks, slow responses, and endless finger-pointing leave communities to fend for themselves when what they need is compassion and action.

I’m thinking about everyone in Abbotsford, Sumas Prairie, Chilliwack, Mission, and all the places in the Fraser Valley that are facing this storm tonight.
Stay safe. Look out for each other. Check on your neighbours.

I’m going to step back from blogging for a bit now, like I said I would. But I couldn’t walk away without saying this.

Take care, everyone. πŸ’›
— Tina / Zipolita


Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 10: The Future of Cannabis

🌿 Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 10: The Future of Cannabis

The cannabis landscape continues to evolve rapidly. The future will shape how we use, regulate, and benefit from this plant.


🌱 Policy & Regulation

  • Ongoing discussions about equity programs, cross-border rules, and youth education.
  • Regulations may shift on edibles, concentrates, and public use.
  • BC is balancing economic growth with public health and safety.

πŸ’‘ Trends & Consumer Awareness

  • Functional use: Focus on pain relief, stress reduction, and creativity.
  • Sustainability: Energy-efficient growing and environmentally conscious practices are rising.
  • Education-first approach: Awareness campaigns and harm-reduction strategies are crucial for youth and first-time users.

🌸 Respect & Responsibility

  • Cannabis should be treated like a powerful plant medicine, not just recreation.
  • Respect potency, dosage, and personal tolerance.
  • Learn about strains, terpenes, and safe consumption methods.
  • Advocate for safe, informed use in your community.

πŸ”‘ Takeaways

  • The future of cannabis depends on education, equity, and responsible use.
  • Potency, strain selection, and harm reduction are critical for safety and wellness.
  • Cannabis can enhance creativity, relieve stress, and improve quality of life, but only when used intentionally and respectfully.


Tuesday, December 9, 2025

When “Care” Becomes Control: The Terrifying Reality of Forced Treatment in BC

When “Care” Becomes Control: The Terrifying Reality of Forced Treatment in BC

By Tina Winterlik (Zipolita) —

Every day I read something that makes me question what kind of society we’re becoming — but this one hit like a punch to the gut.

Did you know that in British Columbia, right now, today, the government can detain you as an involuntary patient, declare you “deemed” to have consented, and subject you to forced psychiatric treatment — including physical restraints, isolation, heavy drugs, and even electroconvulsive therapy — without you or your family having any say at all?

It sounds like something from a dark chapter in history we thought we had left behind. But it’s happening here, now, and quietly.

A Case That Should Have Shocked the Province

A retired nurse from Victoria was subjected to roughly 300 rounds of electroconvulsive therapy and forced medications while detained as an involuntary patient. Her trauma became part of a long-running BC Supreme Court challenge against the province’s “deemed consent” laws.

What “deemed consent” means:
If a doctor detains you under the Mental Health Act, the law automatically assumes you agree to anything they decide to do to you. Even if you say no. Even if you’re capable of making your own decisions. Even if your family begs them to stop.

What Makes It Even More Disturbing

What makes this so bizarre — so dystopian — is that BC is also the province where doctors and social workers can declare that parents have “no right” to make medical decisions for their own children, while at the same time saying those same children are “mature enough” to make life-altering mental health decisions alone.

So adults can lose their rights. Parents can lose their rights. Children are handed responsibilities they cannot possibly understand.

And if the system fails them, as it so often does — if they spiral, or struggle, or become overwhelmed — the same system can then scoop them up and say: “Now you meet criteria for involuntary care.”

How Is This Still Happening in 2025?

  • BC has the most extreme forced-treatment laws in Canada.
  • We are the only province where involuntary patients automatically “consent” to whatever treatment doctors choose.
  • Oversight is weak and appeal rights are often symbolic.
  • The public largely doesn’t know this is legal — the harms are hidden inside medical and legal systems that silence victims.

For decades, no one challenged it — because the people harmed the most are the least able to fight back. Trauma, stigma, poverty, disability, homelessness… these are not the people politicians listen to.

But now a major constitutional challenge has reached the BC Supreme Court, and the judge is deliberating right now. The province appears to be moving to expand forced treatment — a move some see as trying to shore up the law before a possible court decision.

This Isn’t Compassion. It’s Control.

I want to be clear: mental health support is essential. People in crisis deserve safety, stability, and compassionate care.

But forced treatment without rights? Without consent? Without due process? That’s not care. That’s not safety. That’s not health. That’s paternalism at its ugliest.

“Forced treatment will further erode trust and disengage people from care.” — DTES healthcare worker Blake Edwards

Because how do you build trust when people fear they can be taken, restrained, medicated, or shocked — legally — against their will?

We Can’t Ignore This Anymore

This isn’t a fringe issue. It’s a human rights crisis hiding in plain sight.

If this can happen to a trained nurse, imagine what happens to people who have no power, no lawyer, no family advocate, no visibility.

No one should lose their bodily autonomy because a system is too overloaded, underfunded, and outdated to provide real care.

It’s time for British Columbia to rethink the balance between safety and human rights — because right now, that balance is shattered.

Read more about the case and the legal challenge here: tinyurl.com/y6s33au6

NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! — A Grinchy Christmas Rant About Leaf Blowers

 πŸŽ„πŸ’š NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! — A Grinchy Christmas Rant About Leaf Blowers πŸ’šπŸŽ„

It’s the season of twinkly lights, warm drinks, and trying our very best to hang onto a scrap of holiday cheer…
πŸŽ…✨
But nothing — and I mean NOTHING — crushes that fragile December peace faster than the screeching roar of a LEAF BLOWER.

Those things fire up and suddenly you go from “fa-la-la-la-la” to “NOOOOISE! NOOOOISE! NOOOOISE!” like the Grinch hearing the Whos sing at full volume. πŸ’₯😀

πŸ’šπŸ”₯ If Dr. Seuss were alive today…

He wouldn’t need Whoville for inspiration.
He’d just walk down a Canadian street in December and hear a gas-powered blower shrieking like a tiny jet engine and say:

“Ah yes.
The anti-Christmas spirit has arrived.”

πŸŽ„πŸ§  This Noise Is Breaking People

Constant noise isn’t harmless.
It’s not “just annoying.”
It’s stress, pressure, and mental overload all at once.

Leaf blowers raise anxiety, interrupt sleep, spike blood pressure, and make people feel on edge. And in a world already dealing with housing insecurity, illness outbreaks, poverty, and constant winter darkness… the LAST thing anyone needs is a mechanical gremlin screaming in their ears. πŸ˜–πŸ”Š

No wonder everyone’s losing it.
Even the Grinch had a reason for snapping!

πŸ’šπŸŒ Environmentally, They’re the Opposite of Holiday Spirit

You know what’s not festive?

❌ Pollution
❌ Microplastic clouds
❌ Gas fumes
❌ Stirring up dust, mould & rodent droppings
❌ Scaring wildlife
❌ Wasting fuel to move leaves five feet

🎁 Meanwhile…
A rake is quiet.
A broom is peaceful.
Neither destroys your sanity or the planet.

Imagine a world where the only winter noise you hear is jingling bells, soft footsteps, wind through the trees, and the distant “ho ho ho”… not a two-stroke engine screaming at the sky. πŸ’šπŸŽ…

πŸŽ„✨ We Deserve Peace on Earth — and Peace on the Sidewalk

Cities could ban them tomorrow and nothing bad would happen.
In fact:

🌟 Birds would return
🌟 Children could nap
🌟 Neighbours wouldn’t rage-scroll
🌟 The air would be cleaner
🌟 Communities would feel calmer

All from getting rid of one ridiculous machine.

It’s the easiest Christmas miracle imaginable.

So yes — call me the Grinch, the green one, the grouchy one —
πŸ’šπŸ˜€
But I’m declaring it:

πŸŽπŸ’š✨ BAN THE LEAF BLOWER ✨πŸ’šπŸŽ

For our health.
For our peace.
For our sanity.
And for the faint hope of a silent night — or at least a quieter one.


Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 9: Debunking Myths & Stigma

 πŸŒΏ Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 9: Debunking Myths & Stigma

Even after legalization, myths and stigma around cannabis remain. Education helps users and society make informed decisions.


❌ Common Myths

  • “Cannabis is harmless” – False. High-THC products carry risks: anxiety, panic, psychosis.
  • “Everyone wants to get super high” – False. Many users seek pain relief, sleep, or creativity, not extreme intoxication.
  • “Only criminals grow cannabis” – False. Legal growers are diverse: small craft, Indigenous communities, and large licensed producers.

✅ Facts to Know

  • Cannabis potency is much higher today than in past decades.
  • Products have measured THC/CBD ratios and lab testing in legal retail.
  • Education and awareness reduce risk and stigma, making cannabis safer for all users.

πŸ”‘ Takeaways

  • Separating fact from fear empowers responsible use.
  • Cannabis can be therapeutic, creative, and recreational, but potency and individual tolerance matter.
  • Public understanding is improving, but stigma and misinformation persist.

Monday, December 8, 2025

Shigella Outbreak in Victoria

 Shigella Outbreak in Victoria Highlights a Society in Crisis

There’s a new Shigella outbreak spreading through the homeless community in Victoria and the South Island, and health officials are sounding the alarm.
But let’s be honest: this outbreak is not just about bacteria.
It’s about us—and what we’ve allowed our society to become.

Shigella spreads where people don’t have bathrooms, where there’s no place to wash hands, and where sanitation relies on luck and charity rather than human rights. It spreads in exactly the kind of conditions we’ve created by ignoring homelessness, cutting services, and pretending that people can survive without access to the most basic essentials.

Island Health has confirmed multiple cases, and the number is likely much higher. People are getting sick because they’re living outside in extreme weather with no hygiene, no clean water, and no safety net. And somehow, we keep acting shocked—like these outbreaks are unpredictable tragedies instead of completely preventable consequences.

This isn’t “just a homeless issue.”
This is a public health warning.
When the most vulnerable get sick, that illness doesn’t politely stay inside a tent. It spreads. It grows. It adapts.

If we don’t take care of people, something much worse is coming.
Outbreaks like this are a symptom of a larger collapse—a society where we’ve normalized suffering, ignored poverty, and built a world where basic human needs are treated as luxuries.

How can a rich, developed country not maintain safe public washrooms?
How can cities install hostile architecture but not places to shower?
Why are people punished for being poor, then blamed when illness spreads in the conditions they were forced into?

This outbreak is a mirror.
It’s showing us exactly who we are and what we’ve chosen to ignore.

It doesn’t have to be this way.
We could choose compassion.
We could choose housing instead of band-aids.
We could choose washrooms, showers, and dignity.
We could choose to treat every human being like their life matters.
Because it does.

Until we do, outbreaks like this won’t be rare.
They’ll be the new normal.
And if we let society break this far without action, something far worse than Shigella will be waiting on the horizon.


What Toxic Paints Was Vincent van Gogh Using?

🌻 The Van Gogh Museum Shared Something Fascinating Today…

They posted a reconstruction of Sunflowers showing what the colours looked like when Vincent first painted them — and wow.
The bright yellows we see now, the ones that make you squint a little, were once even more vivid, almost glowing orange. Scientists recreated his original chrome yellow pigments, and the difference is stunning.

But here’s the thing the post didn’t mention:

Those brilliant colours came at a cost —
Vincent was working with some of the most toxic paints ever made.


🎨 What Toxic Paints Was Vincent van Gogh Using?

In the late 1800s, artists' paints were intense, luminous… and often full of heavy metals, poisons, and unstable chemicals. Van Gogh loved bold colour, and many of his favourites were dangerous.

Here are the worst offenders:


🟑 Chrome Yellow (Lead Chromate) – TOXIC

The hero of Sunflowers.
Ingredients: Lead + chromium
Risks: Extremely poisonous.
Behaviour: Darkens over time with light exposure — exactly why the painting looks deeper and duller today.

Vincent used multiple types of chrome yellow because he was obsessed with capturing light.


Flake White / Lead White – HIGHLY TOXIC

Ingredients: Lead carbonate
Risks: Severe neurological damage, cumulative poisoning.
He used it constantly for mixing and highlights.
Van Gogh often worked with his fingers, meaning straight exposure.


πŸ”΄ Red Pigments – Mercury & Lead

Vincent’s reds included:

  • Vermilion (Mercury Sulfide) → mercury-based, very toxic
  • Red Lead → poisonous, turns brown with age
  • Alizarin Crimson → safe but fades easily

This is why reds in many of his works look softer today.


🟒 Emerald Green – Arsenic!

Made from arsenic + copper, this pigment was infamous for poisoning artists, printers, and even wallpaper factory workers.

Van Gogh used it sparingly, but even a little was dangerous.


πŸ”΅ Cobalt & Cerulean Blues

Not the worst, but still contain:

  • Cobalt salts (toxic in powder form)
  • Chromium compounds (carcinogenic when inhaled)

They were expensive, so he used them carefully but passionately.


🟣 Manganese Violet

Contains manganese — toxic in high concentrations.
Safer than arsenic or lead, but still no joke.


πŸ§ͺ And how did artists survive all this?

Sometimes they didn’t. But most suffered slowly.

Artists frequently:

  • licked their brushes to make a point
  • painted in tiny, poorly ventilated rooms
  • handled wet paint with bare fingers
  • breathed pigment dust while mixing paints
  • worked obsessively for long hours

Van Gogh showed symptoms that overlap with chronic lead exposure:

  • stomach pain
  • irritability
  • neurological issues
  • mood swings and mental strain

We can’t say it caused his struggles — but it was certainly a hidden factor.


🌻 So when we look at Sunflowers today…

We’re seeing:

  • colours that have chemically transformed
  • pigments that were once dangerously bright
  • art created through materials that harmed the artist who used them

The painting isn’t just aging —
it’s evolving, darkening, and carrying the chemical story of its time.


Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 8: Cannabis & Creativity

🌿 Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 8: Cannabis & Creativity

Cannabis isn’t just for relaxation or recreation — many people use it to enhance creativity, focus, and artistic expression.


🎨 How Cannabis Can Inspire

  • Mind opening – Certain strains, especially Sativa-dominant, may help users think differently or break out of rigid thought patterns.
  • Flow states – Cannabis can assist in long-form creative projects, music, art, or writing.
  • Stress relief = creativity boost – Reducing mental tension allows more focus and inspiration.

🌱 Tips for Using Cannabis Creatively

  1. Choose your strain wisely – Sativa or hybrid with uplifting terpenes like Limonene or Pinene.
  2. Micro-dose first – Too much THC can overwhelm your mind instead of enhancing it.
  3. Set the environment – Comfortable, inspiring spaces improve results.
  4. Combine with tools – Journals, sketchbooks, instruments, or digital apps for flow.
  5. Respect timing – Cannabis can lengthen time perception; plan accordingly.

πŸ”‘ Takeaways

  • Cannabis is a tool — not magic — for creativity.
  • Balance dosage, strain, and environment for safe, effective results.
  • Just like essential oils, respect the plant and its potency.


Sunday, December 7, 2025

FIFA, Trump, and the Infantino Circus: Vancouver’s Housing Crisis Left Behind

 FIFA, Trump, and the Infantino Circus: Vancouver’s Housing Crisis Left Behind

By Tina Winterlik aka Zipolita

I woke up today and saw the headline: “Trump receives FIFA Peace Prize.” And honestly? I was gobsmacked. Not shocked — nothing surprises me anymore — but stunned at how absurd the world has become.

A “Peace Prize” from… FIFA?

FIFA — the organization famous for bribery scandals, corruption, shady deals, and ignoring human rights — has decided they are now the judges of “peace.”
That’s like giving a “Healthy Eating Award” to a fast-food clown.

Even better: they didn’t dust off an old award. No, they literally invented the “FIFA Peace Prize” this year — and handed it to Donald Trump. The very first winner. Cue the drumroll for a stunt nobody asked for.

Enter Infantino — the Power Baby

Gianni Infantino, FIFA’s president, is the one presenting the prize. Honestly, the name fits him perfectly.

Infantino — it sounds like a baby, doesn’t it?
A baby who wants the spotlight.
A baby who wants praise.
A baby who cries for attention and takes, takes, takes.

And FIFA gives him everything he wants.

He strutted onstage at the World Cup draw with Trump like they were starring in some political talent show. The whole thing felt like a PR stunt dreamed up by two men who crave applause more than accountability.

Why people are frustrated

Because this isn’t about football.
It’s not about peace.
It’s about ego, optics, and using a global event to push political narratives.

Meanwhile:

  • Fans struggle with rising ticket prices
  • Workers die building stadiums
  • Countries go broke hosting tournaments
  • And FIFA keeps telling everyone:
    “Football unites the world.”

Sure.
If by “unites” you mean “unites powerful men in backroom deals.”

And Vancouver knows the real cost

Let’s not pretend this kind of mega-event magic doesn’t have a human cost — especially here in Vancouver. We’ve lived through it before. During the 2010 Olympics, promises to protect renters and build affordable housing were forgotten. Low-income units were lost to renovations and conversions. Homelessness shot up as people were pushed out of their homes to “clean up” the city for visitors.

Today, as FIFA rolls in for the 2026 World Cup, activists in the Downtown Eastside are already warning that we’re repeating the same playbook: prioritizing tourist optics over local people’s right to housing. Meanwhile, homelessness continues to climb, affordable units sit empty, and ordinary Vancouverites — renters, seniors, and families — are left behind. Mega-events may make headlines, but for the most vulnerable, they bring displacement, stress, and broken promises.

The world has gone strange

It’s moments like this that make you feel like we accidentally fell into a parody timeline — where organizations with terrible ethics hand out awards about ethics. And everyone is just supposed to clap.

Not me.

Final thought

I didn’t expect much from FIFA.
But this?
Creating a peace prize out of thin air just to hand it to Trump?

Peak circus. Peak chaos. Peak Infantino.

What's next? I am afraid to lookπŸ˜¬πŸ€”πŸ˜±πŸ‘€


Police Watchdog Clears Officers in Death of Vulnerable Man — And This Is Why the System Is Broken

 

Police Watchdog Clears Officers in Death of Vulnerable Man — And This Is Why the System Is Broken

By Tina Winterlik aka Zipolita
December 2025

Another man has died in the Downtown Eastside — unarmed, naked, vulnerable, already pepper-sprayed — and once again, the Independent Investigations Office (IIO) has cleared the officers involved.

And once again, the public is left asking:
How does someone in crisis end up dead after a police encounter… and no one is held responsible?

This isn’t “anti-police.”
This is about basic human dignity and a system that refuses to take responsibility when something goes horribly wrong.

This was someone’s son, brother, father — a human being in distress. And instead of help, he ended up another heartbreaking headline followed by the same four words we hear far too often:

“No wrongdoing was found.”

A Naked Man Is Not a Threat — He Is a Person in Crisis

When someone is naked in public, it is almost always a sign of:

  • mental health crisis
  • overdose
  • extreme fear
  • medical distress

In other words, this person needed care, not force.

Pepper spray alone incapacitates anyone. It causes choking, panic, blindness, and confusion. After being sprayed, a person is essentially defenseless. So how does someone in that state end up dead — and the report still finds officers acted “reasonably”?

The Watchdog System Is Not Truly Independent

The IIO is supposed to investigate police-involved deaths, but the pattern is painfully clear:
case after case ends with no accountability.

It’s still the same structure:
police actions being judged by a system built around police culture, police procedures, and police narratives.

No matter how many times we hear “independent,” the results speak for themselves.

And this raises the most important point:

Police cannot truly investigate themselves — not directly, not indirectly, not through agencies intertwined with their systems and assumptions.

We need something far stronger.

We Need Outside Accountability — Not Internal Recycling

For cases like this — where a vulnerable person dies and the public is expected to simply trust the findings — Canada needs an external, international level of oversight.

Other countries use:

  • civilian-led panels with real power
  • international human rights observers
  • external forensic review teams

Why don’t we?

Why are we still using a model where the watchdog is structurally linked to the very institutions it is supposed to hold accountable?

If an officer from another country killed a naked, pepper-sprayed man in custody, you can bet international agencies would demand answers.

Why should Canadians expect anything less?

This Is Bigger Than One Case

It is about how we treat people in crisis.

It is about how many families are left without answers.

It is about a system that consistently says:

“Nothing to see here.”

And if this was your dad… your brother… your son…

Would you trust that outcome?
Would you trust a system that polices itself?

We Need a Real Solution

This tragedy highlights what so many communities have been demanding for years:

  • civilian-only, non-police mental-health crisis teams
  • medical-first responders
  • trauma-informed specialists
  • mandatory external oversight from outside the police structure
  • and yes, even international human-rights review panels for cases where a death occurs in custody

Because if a naked, unarmed, pepper-sprayed man can die and the system still says “no wrongdoing,” then the system is not broken — it is working exactly as it was designed.

And that is the real problem.


Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 7: Public Health & Harm Reduction

 πŸŒΏπŸŒΏ Cannabis in British Columbia — Part 7: Public Health & Harm Reduction

While legalization has improved access and regulation, education and harm reduction are still critical — especially for youth and first-time users.


⚠️ Risks to Know

  • High-THC products: Increased risk of anxiety, panic, or psychosis.
  • Youth exposure: Teen and early 20s brains are more sensitive to THC.
  • Mixing substances: Alcohol or other drugs can amplify negative effects.

🌱 Harm Reduction Strategies

  1. Start low, go slow – Small doses first.
  2. Know your product – Check THC/CBD ratios, lab testing, and terpene profiles.
  3. Use safe spaces – Avoid unsafe or public locations where you may feel stressed or judged.
  4. Avoid high-potency concentrates if new – Shatter and wax are potent; respect their strength.
  5. Separate functional vs recreational use – Know if your goal is pain relief, stress management, or a recreational high.

🌸 Cannabis as Medicine

  • Cannabis can be functional, creative, and therapeutic.
  • Treat it like essential oils or other plant medicines: respect potency, dosage, and the effects on your mind and body.
  • David Suzuki’s recent documentary highlights the importance of education and awareness around potency, youth exposure, and public health.

πŸ”‘ Takeaways

  • Cannabis use is safer when intentional, informed, and measured.
  • Education and access to information are still major gaps in BC.
  • Respect potency and choose products based on goal and experience, not peer pressure.