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Guidelines, Vested Interests, and Politics …

Desolation Row” by Bob Dylan, from the album “Highway 61 Revisited”, (1965)

Can anything good come out of a post about Guidelines, Vested Interests, and Politics? Possibly, some minor “good” in the immediate today, but less likely “Good” in the eternal, when all comes down to the Vanity/Humility ratio.

In the arena of politics, sitting in Wendy’s burger restaurant in a nearby city (nearby meaning only 2 hours of driving involved) and witnessing some political barbarian setting up a “Registration Station” on the next table to ours, to “register” voters in the upcoming provincial United Conservative Party leadership race.

Brian Jean ...

Brian Jean …

The leadership contest is between Brian Jean, leader of the Wild Rose Party, and Jason Kenny, leader of the Progressive Conservative party. This “Political Operative’s” target demographic: retired seniors taking a coffee break with friends , no cost folks, just a little of your time and your personal information, you don’t even have to actually turn up to vote, just “register”.

No credentials displayed … is this guy really a political party representative or is this a blatant fishing expedition?  Nobody lining up to offer up their personal info seemed to have a clue or to doubt the truth of his sales pitch. No permission to be there either just walking in off the street and setting up in a private business.

Jason Kenny ...

Jason Kenny …

Trespassing on private property and perhaps misrepresenting his “cause” as having the endorsement of The Wendy’s franchisee … hmmm …. aren’t there laws against this sort of thing, the act of trespass, the act of misrepresentation and fraud?

I suppose in some deliciously Canadian way he belongs to that large class of Canadians to whom the rules just don’t apply, the laws just don’t apply, right, they are special. When the manager phoned it in she was told that he couldn’t use the site for political activity.

She tried to get him to leave.  The “Political Operative” refused both to leave and to stop his recruiting activities and embarrassed her into not making a scene.

I borrowed the next bit from David Warren’s post a few days ago, on this very topic, this very Hallmark Characteristic of modern progressive Canadians everywhere:

Dysopia (no relation to “dystopia”) will be our Greek word for the day. It is from Aristotle via Plutarch; a term held to be untranslatable into our modern tongues. By the dictionaries it is defined as “the embarrassment that compels us to grant an unjustified request.” The closest we come in English is “compliancy.” They get no closer in German or French. … So mark it down in your commonplace books, my dears: dysopia. Pour a shot of rum, and swear off it entirely.

Compliant, complaisant, acquiescent. Docile, submissive, ingratiating. Servile, tractable, obsequious. Ever deferential, glad to be of use. This is what my fellow Canadians have become, though we were not in the past, according to my elders (now mostly dead). When unreasonable demands were made upon them, their inclination was to stiffly resist.

Ours is to be chumps, patsies, dupes, treacle saps. In our vanity we think that we are “nice” people, and celebrate our own gormlessness.

And that is why what we too mildly call “political correctness” has advanced so far, through barrier after barrier, erected by our ancestors against perversion. It begins with a small minority of fanatics, bent upon turning our world upside down. It continues not by conversion but by dysopia. We look upon those making the demands, and can no longer see what they are, owing to the pain in our heads. We think we can buy peace with concessions. But the devils are encouraged by our every retreat.”

And from one of my own previous posts of not too long ago :

Canadian figureheads ...

Canadian figureheads …

Lest we forget, or maybe we never knew it, but the generation that fought and died at Vimy Ridge was in no way “nice” and “gormless”.

The generation that sang: “D-day Dodgers knew everything there was to know about push-back against gormlessness (great series of YouTube videos at this link – none of this shows up in Social Studies, does it?).

Lest we forget, Canadians were not always a mob of gormless poltroons. Where are they now? Realization dawned one day in the midst of World War III, that the real enemy was not, most undoubtedly not, that young kid clinging on to the Soviet frigate 100 yards away. He was me.

The real enemy was back home in the comfortable office towers and media redoubts taking pot shots at the ones doing the bleeding.  The real enemy was back home in the Kremlin, and in Washington, and in Ottawa, and in London (and in REDmonton). The real enemy was the figureheads and their agenda of “What is Truth?” 

Just in case we missed something and mistakenly understand “gormless” as synonymous with “nice” we can look at a definition of sorts: “Gormless began life as the English dialect word “gaumless”, which was altered to the modern spelling when it expanded into wider use in the late 19th century.

Running Rachel ...

Running Rachel …

The origins of “gaumless” are easy to understand; the word derives from a combination of the dialect noun gaum, meaning “attention” or “understanding,” and the suffix -less. “Gaum” also functions as a verb in some dialects, where it means “to pay attention to” and “to understand.” An unrelated verb gaum means “to behave in a stupid or awkward manner.” There’s also a noun gaum, meaning “a stupid doltish person.” But none of these are as commonly used nowadays as “gormless”, which itself is most frequently seen in British English.

True synonyms, for the Canadian context, would be: airheaded, birdbrained, bonehead, boneheaded, brain-dead, brainless, bubbleheaded, chuckleheaded, dense, dim, dim-witted, doltish, dopey (also dopy), dorky [slang], dull, dumb, dunderheaded, empty-headed, fatuous, stupid [chiefly British], half-witted, knuckleheaded, lamebrain (or lamebrained), lunkheaded, mindless, oafish, obtuse, opaque, pinheaded, senseless, simple, slow, slow-witted, soft, softheaded, thick, thickheaded, thick-witted, unintelligent, unsmart, vacuous, weak-minded, witless.”

Kenny ...

Kenny …

Now don’t I just feel SO much better in my nice Canadian gormlessness … sigh. “What is Truth?” And what about Gratitude? Is there really anything to be grateful for in a polite society lacking in sincerity and justice?

And the Political Barbarians, the corrupt exploiters of the gormless masses, the 30 second sound bite voters, the predictably Liberal Progressive categorization of this target demographic as the “low information voters” this just SO Lame-Stream straw-man.

Was the barbarian ever ejected from his lawless squatting or was he allowed to stay like the “Occupiers” south of the 49th. Who knows, we moved on before the final inning and never did find out if the manager was able to muster the fortitude to face down a brass balled social bully preventing her from exercising her responsibility by causing embarrassment that compels us to grant an unjustified (illegal) request.

So we look forward to a Provincial election, somewhere down the road, in which we are faced with a choice between the Cancer of the “New Democratic Party” commanded by Running Rachel, or the Leprosy of the United Conservative Party  most likely commanded by Jason Kenny. Quelle Dommage!

Cheers

Joe

We The People ... In Our Hot-tubs ... Low Information Voters, eh?

We The People … In Our Hot-tubs … Low Information Voters, eh?

 

We The People … In Our Hot-tubs … Low Information Voters, eh?

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