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Trudeau … like father like son … Oh No! Canadian Politics … sigh

Canadian’s have very short memories. In fact Canadian’s seem to have a very short attention span and no memories at all. It is hard to believe that we voted for a baby Trudeau as opposed to senior Harper simply because “It is time for a change”, but that is exactly what Canadians did.

The Red Flag of Socialism pretending to be a Democracy.

The Red Flag of Socialism pretending to be a Democracy.

And in the short time since that event the change has completely destroyed the dollar, the economy, and what little  was left of the moral compass of Canadians.

We truly do get the government we deserve – statistically, at least, since it is hard to think that those few Canadians still working for a living actually deserve the world which has been dropped on their heads.

At the time of Harper’s last term we Canadians had the healthiest economy, the most robust banking system, a strong dollar and had come through the global recession in better shape economically than any of the G7 or even the G22. Canada was, at the time, rated by various review agencies as one of the most desirable places to live on the planet.

Liberal Party Rally in Ottawa?

Liberal Party Rally in Ottawa?

But, as ever, we can always count on the low information, emotional Liberal Canadian voter to snatch utter defeat from the jaws of certain victory. And of course, we should never forget that here in Canada, even the “Conservatives” are far to the left of the U.S. Democratic party – if that is even imaginable.

Most Canadians didn’t care because they were, by inclination and choice, mostly unaware of what was going on in the world outside the confines of Metropolitan Toronto and Ottawa as covered and spun by the Holy Canadian Broadcasting Company, the strong arm information ministry of the Liberal Party of Canada, the “Natural Ruling Party”. The Soviets had PRAVDA, Canada has the CBC.

Hard to imagine, but for many Canadians, budgeting means making sure you have enough money to go to Timmy’s today, and no one here ever heard of an economy, or if they did they certainly won’t admit it to their acquaintances over coffee where what is important is having a pleasant conversation with friends – facts are for a-holes.

And seriously folks, why would Canadians care what is actually going on anywhere when we are already, in the famous words of Mary Poppins: “Practically Perfect in Every Way”.

David Warren wrote yesterday  a poignant piece harking back to the Vietnam War, which addresses the media reality which I have observed every waking moment of my adult life – over 50 years now – that long, eh? Sometimes rather scary to still be alive to regard the swirling horizon as we are sucked ever further down the drain of eternity and the great darkness of much merited deserts beyond. Here is a short snipit of his article: …

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Birds of a feather … (FILES) This file photo taken in 1970 at an unknown location shows China’s chairman Mao Zedong (L) greeting top Khmer Rouge official Ieng Sary (R), also known as “brother number three”, while Khmer Rouge leader Pol Pot (C) looks on. Former Khmer Rouge foreign minister Ieng Sary and his wife Ieng Thirith were arrested 12 November 2007, bringing to four the number of regime leaders now facing Cambodia’s UN-backed genocide court. A French-educated communist, Ieng Sary emerged as the public face of the secretive Khmer Rouge, while his wife became the murderous regime’s social affairs minister. RESTRICTED TO EDITORIAL USE AFP PHOTO/FILES (Photo credit should read AFP/AFP/Getty Images)

(I made an exception for the photographers, who risked their skins in the field. Often they were surprisingly rightwing. This was because they’d had the opportunity to stare Communism in the face, and understood what the Americans were fighting.

Whereas the writers, romanticizing the Viet Cong (and also the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia), strayed seldom from the comforts of Saigon.)

Mr Davies knew all this. He told me several ear-curling stories, without mentioning his own correspondents. There were decent folk among journalists, to be sure, but the whole trade seemed to be falling into the hands of political operators.

This is what made the “Feer” (as it was known) so necessary. It was trying to get some things right; trying to explain why things were the way they were. This made it more informative than, say, Time magazine, or Newsweek — as much “fake news” then as today, though in those days a little more sophisticated.

Not journalism, only journalisme engagé — Mr Davies said this could be the future. Though light by disposition (the author of such amusing “Traveller’s Tales”), for a moment he was dark. He described a spirit of malice; an overwhelmingly destructive attitude of mind; and deriving from that, a terrible, a purposeful blindness.

The engaged journalist can no longer see what is right before his eyes. He makes no concession to realities. He is a political propagandist, for very dark causes. An apparatchik; a fifth columnist; an enemy of civilization, poisoning from within.

This is hyperbole, I thought. (For I was not quite twenty.) It can’t be that bad. Nor is it likely to get any worse.

But it was, and it did.”

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There are a few folks here in Canada, we few, we happy few, who make an effort to stay aware of the world outside our own BBQ pit, the local Tim Horton’s, and the tight circle at our daily coffee breaks. We few who don’t see the reflection of a narcissistic wanker every time we look in the mirror, or the daily worship pool of friendly conversation devoid of facts and reality.

Having said that, I strongly assert that I Love my fellow Canadians … unbelievable! Yes, I do, I Love my fellow Canadians. And a Facebook post I noticed yesterday concurred, “I love and am proud of my country, but not my Prime Minister”.

Prime Minister Trudeau and Chairman Mao

Prime Minister Trudeau and Chairman Mao, birds of a feather

Every squad, every platoon, every Company, every Battalion, every Ship, every Squadron, all are made up mostly of followers, so it ever has been and so it must be. What followers depend on for direction, knowledge, purpose and moral compass is the quality and strength of their leadership, their officers.

And, politically incorrect as it sounds, it is the responsibility of the leadership, these “officers” both military and civilian to lead their followers in the paths of righteousness, serving the good of the many in spite of their own interests, as Star Trek famously noted “The good of the Many outweighs the good of The One”.

And man, with his fallen nature is utterly incapable of determining what that “Good” is, unaided by some Higher Authority. When our betters start to believe that they are actually that higher authority, that they are god, or in military parlance “god actual”, it is a sure sign that the followers are doomed.

Trudeau, Castro and groupie...

Pierre Trudeau, Fidel Castro and groupie… birds of a feather

So how about a little history lesson, one which spans my entire life … not very long in historical terms but infinitely longer than most of the follower’s event horizons.

“Once upon a time … In 1940 a young Pierre, son of a wealthy Quebec gas station owner began his political activism supporting the Quebec wing of the Marxist movement.

Young Pierre Elliot Trudeau was a French-educated communist, very much like Ieng Sary, the “Foreign Minister” of the Cambodian Khmer Rouge at that time.

He later changed his allegiance, joining the Quebec wing of the Communist Party (operated and supported by the Soviet KGB). During this time he led a group of like minded Quebecers to a major international communist conference in Moscow.

When questioned by Peter Worthington (of old CBC fame) about his communist activities, he shrugged, suggested it was nothing, and claimed to have thrown a snowball at the statue of Stalin. Worthington pointed out that “Must have been difficult, as there wasn’t snow in Moscow all the time you were there”.

Mao, Bulganin, Stalin, Ulbricht, Tsedenbal

Mao, Bulganin, Stalin, Ulbricht, Tsedenbal … birds of a feather

Trudeau was blacklisted and denied entry to the U.S. based on his Communist activity. When he joined the CCF/NDP they actually believed he would be their candidate and were taken aback when he joined the Liberal Party, reassuring his left wing supporters “The Liberals are only a means to an end”. (useful idiots, as Stalin called them)

In 1965 he won election as a Liberal in the Town of Mount Royale. He was appointed Justice Minister in Pearson’s government (yes, Justice … from a communist, you may well ask?).

In 1968 he was elected PM and during the entire time he was PM, Canada was never privy to any highly classified western military intelligence.

Stalin's Red Star

Stalin’s Red Star

When he took office in 1968 our national debt was 18 Billion, largely a hold over from the war. 15 1/2 years later, the debt was 200 billion, interest at 25 – 28%, Canadians were losing their homes in record numbers, their businesses going bankrupt. I had family members lose their homes in this economic climate. I remember it well.

Wage and price controls had been enacted and enforced, the energy sector had been nationalized under Petrocan,(rather like Venezuela is now), and our taxes and surcharges were going through the roof.

Of course Canadians believed what their leaders were telling them that they were protected because everything was indexed to the double digit inflation rate and every year everyone got Cost Of Living Allowance added to their new pay rates.

What our national leaders slyly avoided drawing attention to was that the only thing not indexed was the income tax grid, so in the 50’s my father could support a family of five with a car and their own home on a wage less  than 10,000 dollars a year.

Trudeau's Red Maple Leaf

Trudeau’s Red Maple Leaf

By the time we were done with Trudeau the elder, a father needed over fifty thousand dollars a year and many families had to have both parents working by then just to survive. That was the biggest tax hike in Canadian history and no one even remarked on it, just blindly drinking the Koolaide from the CBC.

Trudeau declared on CBC his admiration for both China and Cuba and when asked about the millions who had died in their slave labor camps, like Stalin and Mao he stated, “Collateral damage is to be expected”. !!!

He was a pacifist, kicked out of officer’s training for behavior unbecoming an officer. This is the guy who raised this snowflake drama coach we currently call a PM.

The Truth About Trudeau”, is a great book by author Bob Plamondon. It’s well worth the read.

It is no coincidence, that stark resemblance between the Red Star emblem of Stalin and Mao and the Red Maple Leaf emblem of Pierre Elliot Trudeau. From any distance they are difficult to tell apart and Canadian vessels were often mis-reported as “Soviet” vessels because of the striking similarity in their emblems.

Trust me, I know what's best for you ...

Trust me, I know what’s best for you …

We desperately need amendments to our constitution. One is recall/impeachment… that would address the principle “tell them what they want to hear, once you’re elected you do what you want”, which was Pierre’s philosophy.

Sorry for the lengthy narrative, I just wish people would inform themselves of who they are voting for. We survived the father but it was day to day, he set us back economically at least 1 or 2 decades. Amazes me we have another Trudeau as PM.


FOOD FOR THOUGHT BEFORE YOU VOTE Again

plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” An epigram by Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr in the January 1849 issue of his journal Les Guêpes (“The Wasps”). Literally “The more it changes, the more it’s the same thing.”

Contrary to popular Canadian opinion and socially acceptable public behaviour codes (political correctness) facts actually do matter, people’s true beliefs can be accurately assessed based on their known social associations, friends and acquaintances. Birds of a feather DO flock together and by their works we can and do know them.

Liberal laws, programs, and social policies have now claimed more lives than Hitler’s “Final Solution” and Pol Pot’s “Killing Fields” put together. Evil is still evil no matter what the hair-doo looks like or the talking heads at CBC might say. Evil is still evil, and we choose every day which side we stand on. This is the reality within which we live.

Not really much to cheer about when you actually think about it, eh?

Joe,

and still, and still, …

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

Archbishop Fulton Sheen

 

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Pen as Sword - Social Commentary, The Inner Struggle

Peace of Mind … part deux

Annie Lennox, Into the West, LOTRANNIE-LENNOX

I posted a couple of days ago about the serious shortage of “peace of mind” in our culture. It’s election time and idiots are thick on the ground and loud. I must be more than a little nuts to think about these things in the context of a Canadian election campaign.

We move through life with a lurking certainty that all is not well and waiting for the other shoe to drop, the axe to fall,  with bated breath.  A sense of foreboding has deepened across our land … Spiritually, socially, politically, economically, the fierce consequences of our choices as a nation whirl around us and threaten us with catastrophe.

The storm clouds gather; the thunder rumbles; the darkness descends. While the tempest approaches, many are asleep. Others sense danger in the air but are uncertain of its source and scope. This all sounds like the intro video for a new online game “Storm Clouds Gather!” BWAHHAHAHAhaha!

“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

But where is this much desired peace of mind we are all looking for, this holy grail of the psychologists and pharmaceutical companies and advertisers? We are agitated and disturbed because we are trying, without much success, to resolve everything, every issue, by ourselves, for ourselves, with no thought to the prevalence of our passions and appetites, our shortcomings and failings, our faults and flaws. It is like trying to carve a master work with a broken knife, or trying to see a reflection in a lake that is full of ripples and waves.

In addition we are continually at war with enemies whose existence we continue to deny regardless of the evidence and influence which they present, namely cosmic powers of dark and evil, not merely human enemies. We expect peace according to the reasoning of the world and with the motivations and desires that align well with the current cultural mentality that surrounds us. If everything is going well, and we are not experiencing any annoyances, any discomfort, and our material desires are satisfied, then it is certain that we will know peace. And yet it is not so, no peace, or no peace for long, our peace is only of a short duration at best.

“I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

And so we are faced with a situation continuously anticipating peace, but never quite arriving at our destination. Maybe others can assure us, eh? Harper, Trudeau, and Mulcair. Fear, Uncertainty, and Doubt. The Three Stooges. The Three Horsemen of the 21st Century Apocalypse. Our own human resources and wisdom, with their expectations, precautions reservations and assurances of all sorts certainly do not suffice.

The most common reason for which we loose our peace of mind is fear, caused by situations which touch us personally, and in which we feel threatened, apprehensions in the face of present or future difficulties imagined or real, fear of lacking something important or loosing something we already have or failing in an enterprise. These fears are myriad and touch every single aspect of our lives.

The Return Of The King, LOTR

“I don’t like anything here at all.” said Frodo, “step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid.”

“Yes, that’s so,” said Sam, “And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo, adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say.

But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as just went on, and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same; like old Mr Bilbo.

But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we’ve fallen into?”

“I wonder,” said Frodo, “But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

In every case these fears concern a good which is variable, material goods, money, health, power, or goods that we desire, or consider necessary, and are afraid to lose, or not acquire, or which we lack. This all conspires to rob us of our peace, the restlessness so generated by FUD causes us to loose any trace of peace we may have gathered to ourselves.

Who can guarantee him or herself the assured possession of any kind of good, whatever it may be, whatever it’s nature. Man is never assured of anything, and everything which he holds in his or her hands can easily slip from one’s grasp from one day to the next; there is no guarantee on which anyone can count absolutely except the continued existence of an eternal war against evil.

And mark my words, we are truly in it, this daily war against evil, every day, and every way, every decision, every “choice”, or even not making a decision or a choice.

“The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And if he was really evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there in peace. (This) War will make corpses of us all.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

We might even say that the surest way to loose one’s peace of mind is precisely to try to assure one’s own life solely with the aid of human industry, personal assets, personal projects and decisions or by relying on someone else.  Because of FUD, and the “sum of all fears” WE end up with our current choice, to decide who will decide for us, an old Charlatan, a younger Poseur, or a raving Lunatic. This is truly the definition of insanity, revisiting the failed dance of political cycles yet again in the hopes that we might get a good result this time. We will never find a solution to all our fears and anxieties by continuously ransacking the outhouse basement for a missing answer. We should sell the outhouse to the Socialists, sell the midden to the Conservatives and move onward to the call of the horns, higher up and further in, across the ravaged landscape of our dreams to the green fields beyond and a quick sunrise.

“PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.

GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?

GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.

GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Cheers

Joe

Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.

Sometimes when I post, I look at my sig and wish that I’d follow my own damned advice.

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