Horse With No rider, Alan Menken, from the “Tangled” soundtrack, 2010.
I started this post with an idea to “Where have we gotten to a year later after electing an NDP government here in in horse country. But in the interim my happy little business here in the shire was ambushed by one of my major vendors/service providers. In short, they emptied my business chequing account of 40 thousand dollars without warning or explanation and their invoices and statements did not match what I had sent them and what they had taken.
I immediately cut off their EFT privileges (no more access to MY bed you big bad wolf) and after four weeks of worry and literally living out of my daily cash flow (just like the good old days driving cab) we agreed that they had overcharged me $11,400.00 which they applied to my outstanding balance and we will move forward from here by snail mail only, no more electronic fund transfers for them.
While we were focused on this minor crisis I was unable to pay any bills or anything like that so now the mad rush to catch up on two months of bills like electricity and gas and such before the folks there decide to cut me off and penalize me. (sigh)
The folks responsible for this cluster have not and will not acknowledge that they have any responsibility for the problems stemming from their behaviour nor will they ever be held accountable for the error or the subsequent fallout resulting from my sudden cash drought.
And that led me to think of all the zillions of cube zombies everywhere who literally hold the daily well-being of thousands in their sweaty little hands but care only for their next coffee break and how their little party adventure went last night. Cynically I think “How can one be held accountable for follow on affects on organizations and people which the perpetrators cannot conceive of?”
Which led me to think of our governments , the leaders, the pols, and the legions of drones taking home an inflated paycheck routinely when literally thousands of “real” workers are being laid off, the provincial economy in tatters, provincial credit rating downgraded, and no end in sight.
So it is time to revisit the cast we elected over a year ago and also to reflect on what I wrote before about what I thought was coming down the trail. I have some quotes from a PDF book which one of my contacts forwarded to me (kind of an FYI) which cast a bright light on the careers and personalities of the exalted brights now dancing in the halls of power in Redmonton.
These are links to earlier posts about NDP election fallout in Alberta
This one was a commentary on the absolute absence of any media coverage of the socialists push for a breakthrough election victory in the most conservative province in Canada.
This one was an update on oil stored in tankers and questions about the lack of NDP consideration of an oil price collapse.
This one and the next one are a commentary about how the Socialists are setting out their plan, in point form, to destroy the Alberta advantage and how they will probably succeed in their mission for at least the next ten years.
This one was my thoughts upon waking up to discover that the Socialists had virtually wiped out all others and swept the cities in Alberta while the rural countryside remained staunchly conservative to no avail.
The next four posts, Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, are my reflections on what I see coming down the road given the histories of those now in power and their “understanding of business and economies. As Bobby Dylan said so well, back in 65, we don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
Subterranean Homesick Blues, Bob Dillon, from the album “Bringing It All Back Home”, 1965
So now, we have a chance to learn more about the Titans who we elected last year. I have some quotes from a little PDF book entitled “The Destroyers” by Sheila Gunn Reid, which one of my contacts forwarded to me (kind of an FYI) which cast a bright light on the careers and personalities of the exalted brights now dancing in the halls of power in Edmonton, the Little House on the Prairie.
“Rachel Notley never thought she’d be the premier of Alberta. She seemed quite content being a perpetual dissident, the leader of the rump NDP opposition, a permanent protester who happened to have a seat in the provincial legislature and a government paycheque.
It was the family business. Her late father, Grant Notley, was also NDP leader, a rare socialist voice in Canada’s most entrepreneurial province. In hundreds of Question Period exchanges and street protests, Notley never indicated a desire to actually lead the province she so clearly delighted in hectoring. It wasn’t just politically impossible. It made no sense. Wannabe Alberta premiers don’t wear Che Guevara watches; they don’t hire Greenpeace disruptors as their staff.
Alberta’s parliamentary system, inherited from the United Kingdom, is built on the premise of a “loyal opposition” – politicians who zealously oppose and disagree with the government of the day, but have an underlying loyalty to Queen and country. But more than forty years of one-party rule in Alberta blurred the line between the Progressive Conservatives and the province itself.
And so the NDP’s rage blurred, too. Sometimes their anger was directed towards to the Progressive Conservatives, or the government. But sometimes it seemed like the NDP actually hated Alberta itself – or at least its leading industries and institutions. That anti-Alberta hostility was hard to miss when the NDP held international press conferences to denounce the oilsands – protests clearly designed to turn world opinion against Alberta, rather than to woo Alberta voters for the NDP.
And Notley displayed no deep loyalty to the province, moving to B.C. for nearly a decade when NDP fortunes there were better. In opposition, Notley and her small band of MLAs had the best of both worlds: the freedom to be radical activists, with no responsibility to actually govern. And then the accidental election happened.
(So 93% of Albertans finds themselves in bed with the devil by accident! Who knew? It seems that we are not the only ones heading ninety miles an hour down a dead end street with someone we would rather not seen be kissin’ in public, Ed) Ninety Miles an Hour, Bob Dylan, Down In The Groove, 1988
In a staggering political miscalculation, Alberta’s two dominant conservative parties cooked up a secret, back-room deal to merge – short-circuiting the democratic process and abandoning conservative policies. Voters were disgusted – at the PC party for yet another back-room deal, and another un-conservative budget. And at the Wildrose leadership for agreeing to euthanize the province’s opposition for political favours.
Jim Prentice, the PC premier, panicked, and called a snap election. Voters snapped back – voting for the only leader who didn’t seem tainted by the fiasco. Albertans knew nothing about Notley, other than she carried herself well in the provincial leaders’ debate. And that was good enough for them. The NDP – which was signing up sacrificial candidates literally weeks before election day – stormed into office. In a major exit poll, 93% of Albertans said they were simply voting for change; only 7% said they wanted NDP policies.
But that’s not how it works in elections. You don’t get to tack on conditions to your ballot. What has come next has been shocking to those 93% of Albertans: the full brunt of the NDP. Not just Notley and her Alberta protesters. But every NDP mercenary from across Canada, streaming towards Alberta to help bring the province down a notch. It’s an NDP dream: to de-Albertafy Alberta.
In The Destroyers, Sheila Gunn Reid looks at Notley, and the people behind Notley’s throne – the radicals in caucus and cabinet. And just as important, the imported NDP activists, jetting in from Vancouver and Toronto for a tour of duty.
Any open-minded reader can come to only one conclusion: Rachel Notley hasn’t changed. She’s still the same radical activist she always was, who hates oil and gas, farming and ranching, and free enterprise. She’s not here to govern those things. She’s here to destroy them.
Ezra Levant (2016)
Nuff for now, pretty sure this will not get any kudos from the usual suspects but anyone with a neuron firing will see the truth plain before them.
Sometimes when I post, I look at my sig and wish that I’d follow my own damned advice.