It has been a while, hasn’t it? Yes, yes, I know, but sometimes life intrudes. Let’s play catch-up.
Harper Shit-Canned: Our Federal election, which our former PM, The Right Honourable Stephen (Call me the Right Honourable Stephen Harper) Harper managed to devolve into a fear-mongering contest of mean-spirited backroom media manipulation and party faithful bludgeoning, was fired by the electorate on Monday. The Liberals, under Justin Trudeau swept the table with a majority of Canadians in a record turn-out, repudiating the mean-spirited, micro-managing and message massaging of the Harper and his back-room goons.
Fortunately Harper bought a piece of land in Alberta and will soon retire there to slowly drown in his bitter tears of defeat. Harper was responsible for the gutting of the Progressive Conservative Party and the very conscious rooting out of Progressive Conservatives anywhere in the ranks. You might be allowed to stick around if you immediately erected a shrine to Preston Manning on your desk and said very unpleasant things about immigrants, minorities and how poorly treated the top 1% of the population have been oppressed.
Another Trudeau: Justin’s got some big promises to live up to. Yes, he’s young, inclusive and has some new ideas, but he is also inheriting an economy that has been gutted, sun-dried and parceled off to Harper’s biggest contributors. Change will come in the bureaucracy, but only if Trudeau summarily dismisses the top 10% of deputy ministers and senior bureaucrats who only know how to bow towards the Langevin Block as the source of all wisdom and words that can be used.
A word to Justin? Your ministers will want to change things and quickly, but ADM’s and DM’s are the stumbling block. They’ll tie any real change up in knots for the next four years by studying the hair off it. Clean drinking water for First Nations reserves? There is no need to study it for more than a week. But your ministerial bureaucrats will examine the H2 and O under a microscope for years if you let them. Don’t let them. Give them simple orders and a deadline and a reminder that at a certain level, Deputy Ministers are employed at the discretion of the Crown, which can be revoked on the recommendation of the Minister. That takes about one phone call, so get those bureaucrats in line now, or you won’t be able to do jack. They respond well to threats and do truly deserve a good boxing about the ears for their behavior.
Obama: He’s a lame-duck now and frankly the US has devolved into a freak show of racists, gun-nuts and the economically marginalized. The whipped topping is fake, the cake is stale and the filling has more chemicals than a Sarnia Saturday Night. Entire states have disintegrated into pockets of third-word poverty but with a social media presence to make it look respectable. California is out of water, but the Kardashians can still keep their lawns beautiful.
The US has become a nation of peep-hole masturbators who can never be rich or successful, but sure do want to watch it happen to others. A telling survey is that of children in early elementary school grades, when asked what they want to be when the grow up answer “A Celebrity”. Not a fireman, or a doctor, or a teacher, but the most useless percentage of society possible who should be loaded onto the B-Ark and sent to a distant planet.
Why, because the entire media setup in the US is designed to glorify the stupid but pretty and to make sure you’re scared shitless, twice a night, with the 6 pm news and the 11 pm news. Donald Trump as a serious candidate for the Republican Party leadership is the QED. The other supporting documentation is that the vast majority of US readers will have no clue what QED means, why we used it in this context, or even where to possibly find information to lead them to the answer. The few that will find it, will then post that we’re being elitist and liberal, two of the dirtiest words in the American lexicon of sane and reasoned discourse. By the way, will the last person to leave Detroit please turn off the lights after you tag the walls of City Hall with your gang affiliation or some other pithy comment.
We keep on keepin’ on.