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Poem on the 2-1 Loss to the USA by the Canadian Men's Hockey Team In The Gold Medal Game at the 2026 Winter Olympics

On The Game For a moment, while they played, my father was alive again, roaring at the TV - come on! come on! - and then, that overtime brutality - a millisecond of pain that smashes a dream - and there I am, facing a screen - defeat instead of uproaring joy - reminding that puck and luck rhyme - losing in overtime, Jack Hughes the nation-killer extreme - I sit there, facing the scarred ice, just me, and my father gone back to where the dead don't play, or watch, much hockey. February 22, 2026, by Todd Stanley Swift

Playboy of the Western Hemisphere

Exceeding all expectations for ruining a new year so quickly, Trump and his band of useful idiots, seemingly avoiding any of the constitutional checks and balances, enacted precisely the sort of decapitation attack on a sovereign nation to take control of power and resources that was aimed at Ukraine a few years ago... although this time the pretext was the soon-to-be infamous Donroe Doctrine , which, frankly, simply states that anything the Americans want in the Western Hemisphere (which includes Mexico, Cuba, Canada and Greenland) they can take... just because. It's a very ugly self-serving doctrine from a time when the USA was an underdog fighting off imperial powers from Europe; now, it is the basis for the law of the jungle, otherwise known as might makes right. The biggest Silverback wins. There's so much contradiction and risk of blowback here, it's astonishing if unsurprising that a sociopath would go against decades of their anti-quagmire anti-nation building rheto...

THE SWIFT REPORT 2025

Had this year been only about good songs, TV shows and movies, plays, concerts, seeing friends, swimming, reading and holidays, it might rank among my top ten favourite years since I was born. However, three major factors make me consider 2025 one of the worst years in my personal experience, and probably one of the very worst years of the past century geo-politically. 1. My mother died. I won't write more here about this, but as you can imagine, this has been the saddest and most upsetting personal life event since the death of my father. 2. Trump, the war against Ukraine, and war and suffering in the Middle East, not to mention other wars and tragedies and terror attacks, led to a geo-political instability "at home and abroad" - with American democracy being undermined as perhaps never before, not even during the Nixon period. 3. The environment. Without even considering the existential risk to all humanity from nuclear weapons, bio-weapons, nanotech, a new pandemic li...

The Best of 2025 In Popular Culture

As readers of my Swift Report 2025 will see, when it is posted, this was not what I'd consider a "great year" - for me personally, or for the world, ecologically and politically. However, just as 1941 WAS a great year for movies from Hollywood, in the depths of WWII, so too, 2025 offered some of the best popular/indie music, TV shows, and movies of the century so far. I won't be discussing theatre, opera, art, orchestral, or other works here, nor books. As a publisher that always seems awkward. Though I am on record as praising the posthumous collection by Irish poet Kevin Higgins from Salmon as a necessary book. And I found If anyone builds it, everyone dies a brilliant and thrilling propaganda work, sort of like The Communist Manifesto meets Terminator:2 . If it is even 25% true, as the authors put it, the world will likely be destroyed by superintelligent AI (ASI) by 2047, maybe even in the next 3 years. If accurate, the book is maybe the most important one ever...

A statement about my mother who has died

I t has been 2 weeks and 2 days since my mother died. Such is the nature of mourning. Every day counts. Each days brings us farther from the incalculable mystery of when they were still alive, and able to communicate with us. There are few key messages to give to a parent, when there are few minutes left. I love you, or I am sorry - or maybe, I forgive you - but always, finally, I love you, and thank you. I want to write more about my mother, but she was very private. I will say, now, as Halloween nears - she was the kind of mother who would sew elaborate costumes for my brother and me. I once went as Kanga with Roo in my pocket (in fact of course my Roo was a Kanga doll). My mother was born in the Eastern Townships , Quebec, Canada, in a rural setting, though her parents were teachers. She had 3 sisters and one brother, and was the eldest sibling, which early on established her take charge approach. She spent some summers on the Gaspe peninsula, in Port Daniel, where her uncle and aun...

Mother Mary

My mother, Mary Margaret, has died. Three days ago. I'd like to write more now, but she was very private, and did not want public obituaries or death notices. In time, when her memorial is on the horizon, or sooner but not now, I want to write something about her, in prose. For now, I am simply devastated.