Hal Says Goodbye

by Hal Sisson

Hal Sisson passed away of severe Aortic Stenosis after 18 days in hospital waiting for a heart valve replacement. He was able to spend Christmas day at home, but unfortunately the medical bureaucracy moved too slowly for the operation to take place.

 

March 16, 1921 December 26, 2009 

 

The following was written by Hal:

 

The best thing about getting old is that you didn't die young. Continual prompting by my comely, long-suffering wife Doreen, causes me to write my own obituary. Therefore I am telling you that I tried not to pass peacefully (as 99% of obits mention) to join my erstwhile loved ones in heaven, hell, the Emerald City or the choir invisible. Being of rational mind I tried to hang around as long as I could, knowing I wasn't going anywhere else the reason being that I am a dead atheist and they are non persona grata anywhere.

 

I did not belong to any of the innumerable, fear-mongering, holier-than thou religions plaguing our planet and causing the majority of society's problems. Born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, the oldest child of Karl and Lillian Sisson, I lived in nearby Pasqua till my school-teacher father died when I was seven. Two younger brothers, Ted and Alan, and a sister Karol, have predeceased me. What did I do while alive? A good question.

 

[Hal was a friend of my show, Gorilla Radio, appearing sadly just twice. Here are links to the two shows and the scripts follow Hal's auto-obit. - ed. - Monday May 19th, 2008 and Monday March 5, 2007.]

 

I spent four years in the RCAF as an armourer in Squadron #135 (Hurricanes in Alaska) and #422 (Sunderland Flying boats in Coastal Command in Ireland and Wales). It is not until you get a lot older that you learn the utter futility of war and who the s.o.b.'s are who cause and run these immoral and illegal wars in their own self-interest I'm talking about the military/industrial/banking complex and the corporate fascist police state that has gradually taken over society.

 

This is a planet we live on, not an American empire.

 

I graduated from the law school at the University of Saskatchewan in 1951, and practiced law in the town and judicial district of Peace River, Alberta from 1953 till retirement to Victoria in approx 1990. As a defence lawyer I tried my damnedest to instil a sense of justice into the RCMP. While so engaged, and in order to preserve my sanity dealing with other people's problems, my main hobby was stand-up comedy; and am particularly proud of my part in the formation of Peace Players, whose main annual production over more than twenty years was `Sorry `Bout That' a burlesque show in the true sense of the genre, for which I gathered the material, produced and acted in the show. You can't beat a mixture of comedy, dancing girls and booze to produce a winning theatrical combination.

 

Shortly before retiring from the law I began to write true small town humourous Canadian anecdota with my law partner Dwayne Rowe (Coots, Codgers and Curmudgeons; Garage Sale of the Mind); murder mystery and action-adventure novels featuring old fart sleuths like Dwart Farquhart and Phil Figgwiggin (Fat Lot of Good, Maquiladora Mayhem, You Should Live So Long, The Big Bamboozle, Potshots, and Caverns of the Cross); an anthology of authentic burlesque skits (Sorry `Bout That); and Modus Operandi 9/11 a factional novel about the machinations of the New World Order and what really happened to the NY trade center buildings on that fateful day.

 

 

My other hobbies marble collector and player (once made top 24 player world category); croquet player, International and USCA rules; fly fisherman and table tennis player.

 

My siblings and friends my age have nearly all kicked the bucket. I regretfully leave my loving wife Doreen, my children loquacious and tenacious Ted and talented and loving Lindy, grandchildren Cydney, Jeremy and Corey, nieces and nephews and younger friends, to carry on having as great a time as possible in an ever-increasingly complex and weird world.

 

Goodbye and Good Luck I loved you all.

 

When all is said and done, more is said than done but just keep hoping for the best, expecting the worst, because life is a play and we're all unrehearsed!

 

A remembrance celebration will be held at Hermann's Jazz Club 753 View Street, Victoria, BC, on Saturday, January 16 from 4:30 p.m. 7:00 p.m. Flowers respectfully declined. 573289  

 

 

 

Hal on Gorilla Radio Monday, March 5, 2007

 

And; it's the lie that launched, not a thousand ships, but countless conveyances of war; the explanation of the attacks of September eleventh, 2001 has been used to, among other things, "justify" Canada's current entanglement in the Afghanistan fiasco. Beyond the roughly three thousand killed on that fateful day, many hundreds of thousands of other lives have been effected. But what really happened on 9/11? Hal Sisson is a Victoria-based novelist, former reporter and lawyer, and world-ranked croquet player. The latest of his nine novels is Modus Operandi: 9/11 a no-less fictional account of that day than has been so far produced as fact by the powers that believe the official narrative. Hal Sisson and the ways and means behind "the day that changed everything" in the second half.

 

 

and; Gorilla Radio with Chris Cook and Hal Sisson (Presente!) May 19, 2008
Date 2009-12-29

This week on GR: Victoria author and 9/11 Truther, Hal Sisson digging up the facts on the crime of the century; Aida Mashari and Canada Out of Afghanistan tagging along with the Victoria Day parade; Janine Bandcroft brings us up to speed with all that's good to do in the coming week. Listen: Hear Chris Cook hosts Gorilla Radio, airing live every Monday, 5-6pm Pacific Time. In Victoria at 101.9FM, 104.3 cable, and on the internet at: http://cfuv.uvic.ca. He also serves as a contributing editor to the web news site, www.pacificfreepress.com. Check out the GR blog at: http://GorillaRadioBlog.blogspot.com

 

Gorilla Radio for Monday, May 19, 2008

 

Happy Victoria Day Victoria! Yes, today is that one day set aside each year to honour our fair city's namesake, the late Queen Victoria, Empress of India, Protector of the Faith, etc. As befitting an imperial fete, the hoi polloi lined the streets of the city to pay homage to convoys of Chamber of Commerce-approved floats, while being berated by representatives of the newer empire, phalanxes of American high school marching bands, their blaring, brassy marshal tunes a reminder of just why I hate a parade.

 

Just why these American kids come up here yearly to pay homage to a dead monarch, the epitome of all their young republic fought to overthrow, however remains a bit of a mystery, like so much about our cousins south. Those paragons of truth, justice, and the American way have it seems, in these last years, lost their way. Nearly seven years after the fateful 9/11 attacks, the charade first floated by the Bush administration to explain the infamy of that day persists, few yet daring to question the absurdity of the Emperor's squirrely tale.

 

Hal Sisson is a Victoria-based author and member of the city's 9/11 Truth Movement. He's a former newspaper reporter, lawyer, and author of numerous books, including: 'The Big Bamboozle,' 'Caverns of the Cross,' and 'Modus Operandi 9/11,' a fictional accounting of some of the strange facts on the ground surrounding the crime of the century ignored by investigators and the media. Hal Sisson's latest book is, 'Potshots,' an examination of that other great charade, the so-called 'War on Drugs.' Hal Sisson in the first half.