TRUMP TARIFF THREAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TRADE

The American president has threatened us — Mexico too — with a 25% tariff on all goods and services that has all the political experts at your local landfill going apeshit, with no offence intended to either apes or their periodic need to take a shit.  After all, domestic apes only shit what you feed them.

This is the kind of thing that gives your hero Pierre Poillievre the zoomies, and results in him yipping and yapping as he runs hell-bent along the perimeter of the backyard fence.  As the postal workers are on strike, it’s the only exercise he gets.

I’m not going to get into the thousand or so reasons why this is all political theatre, on all sides, and by that I mean the Americans and their bullhorn-blowing acolytes here north of the border.  But I can point out a couple of things.

First, if the tariffs were to actually be applied, every single American citizen, and probably all the illegal ones too, would lose an estimated $1500.00 a year in economic consequences, and that’s before any possible retaliation by Canada.  That’s because of the intricate integration of the two economies.  In essence, if the Americans were going to carry through with this threat, it wouldn’t be a case of shooting themselves in the foot, but rather a case of them employing a machine gun for the same purpose.

The Americans would never impose a 25% tariff on us, or Mexico.  Full stop.  

What they would do is use such a threat to make us take action in other areas, like defence spending, border security, and a range of other side issues where the Americans are pissed at us.  To be sure, on the trade front, our southern neighbours have always been rankled by government subsidies in the softwood lumber sphere, or the Quebec dairy sphere, and other economic spheres, but those things have all been addressed through the negotiation of free trade deals between the two/three countries, including the last one signed by the incoming American president himself.  You’re not going to suggest that he negotiated a bad deal with Canada, are you?  Because he only negotiates “perfect” deals.  And the last one has his fingerprints all over it.

Just look at the statement the American president-elect put out on his home-made social media platform that announced the tariff attack and threat in the first place.

“This Tariff will remain in effect until such time as Drugs, in particular Fentanyl, and all Illegal Aliens stop this Invasion of our Country!”

So, it’s not about trade, per se, it’s about using trade as a cudgel to get what you want in other areas.

As his nominee for Treasury Secretary, Scott Bessent writes, “Whether it is getting allies to spend more on their own defense, opening foreign markets to U.S. exports, securing co-operation on ending illegal immigration and interdicting fentanyl trafficking, or deterring military aggression, tariffs can play a central role,”

Oh my God, can we please learn about this guy, already?  He’s only been around for forever, yet we continue to react, and/or over-react based upon assumptions that we make that are, oftentimes, flawed assumptions.  I mean how many of us got that last election totally wrong, right?

If anyone thinks that Agent Orange is going to wipe out the economies of many of his own states, or that he’s going to be responsible for Americans at large taking a huge consumer price hit, then you’re thinking and behaving exactly as he intends.

So we’ll spend more on defence.  Tighten up the border.  Put the screws to fentanyl, which is actually more of a China/Mexico thing, although that drug causes untold mayhem here in Canada as well.  I’ll not argue against any of those things, so go Donny as far as I’m concerned.

But to think the guy would go out and knee-cap himself just because he likes to mouth off on social media?

Hardly.

RENFREW TOWN COUNCIL MEETING: SCOUTING REPORT 26/11/2

So what am I supposed to do with that?

I attended the Town Council meeting last night, all pumped and ready to go.  Really juiced the place up in yesterday’s piece with the prospects for high-drama and bet-worthiness.  Got there early to get a good seat — okay, so that’s never a problem — and generally made myself comfortable, certain that there’d be plenty to write about this morning.

I was brought back to Earth in a hurry.  It is, after all, Renfrew Town Council.  Sorta like that cop that waves you by saying “Nothing to see here, folks, nothing to see here.”

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PLACING BETS ON TOWN COUNCIL

I’m not a betting man.  If I was I’d be a poor betting man.

I know betting’s all the rage now, especially with how easy it is, using your phone and, hell, even being able to place in-game bets.  Even Wayne Gretzky is all over it, a guy who is right up there with Tim Hortons and their Roll-Up-The-Rim contest in terms of Canadian identity and popularity.

Money lines, point spreads, over-under, parlay bets, teasers and props, middle, future, and live bets, there’s no shortage of ways to get fabulously rich, or if you’re me, fabulously poor.

Luckily for me, I don’t have the kind of money to engage in this activity.  Losing a single $5 bet would have me in apocalyptic circumstances, so I stay away.  I don’t even buy Lotto 649 anymore because I feel it’s too risky.

That said, I know others absolutely love the action, and are willing to place money on the most trivial of things, mostly in the world of sports.  But sports betting has it’s drawbacks, especially if players, coaches, officials, etc go to the dark side to influence how a game goes, or how much court-time a player gets, or ice-time, or at-bats, or carries, etc.  

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LOSING ANOTHER FAVOURITE SINGER

I first came across James Morrison as I ambled through a Winners store on Merivale Road, awaiting my appointment to get my eyes lasered.  I had things on my mind, so wasn’t really paying attention to much, actually finding myself in the house and home section of the store, a section I don’t really ever find myself gracing.  In effect, I was just killing time before the main event arrived later that afternoon.

Over the store’s music system a song was playing that managed to cut through my pre-op fog.  It caught my attention enough that I whipped out my phone and engaged the app that identifies songs playing from other sources.  The app came back with James Morrison, and the song was Fix the World Up For You.  Nothing earth-shattering there, I just filed that info away and went off to my appointment, which for the record was successful and eye-opening.

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BROWNS COME UP BIG IN THE SNOW

What a time to jump onto the Cleveland Browns bandwagon.

As Thursday dawned, I believed that I may be one of that team’s newest fans, given their record, given their futility, given their injury situation, given their, well, everything.

Plus, it’s Cleveland.

My very first game loomed later that evening, as the 2-8 Browns hosted the division-leading Pittsburgh Steelers, the Steelers coming to town with their 8-2 record.  I’ll be honest here, it didn’t look the best.

I watched anyways, determined to be a stalwart fan, the kind that digs in through thick and thin, mostly thin.  Not a fair-weather fan, because, how could there be any prospect of fair weather with a team like this?  Plus the weather sucked.

The game, being in Cleveland, had the Browns wearing their brown over orange home uniforms, finished on top with the orange helmet.  And as much as it hurt to have that colour combination as the uniform of my new favourite team, I have to say that I liked them as soon as I saw them.  Sure, I’ve seen photos online, watched some video, and have even seen the Browns play — I think — on television before, probably while sifting through channels to find another game with better-dressed players.  But I liked them as soon as I saw them, in fact loved them.  That brown, and that dark, almost burnt orange.  Seal brown and safety orange to be exact, or RGB 49-29-0  and RGB 255-60-0 to be even more exact.  And man, do they pop.

They even look good in the snow.

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CHINA’S COLLAPSE WILL BE FELT RIGHT HERE AT HOME

The clock is ticking on China, and my question is, what do we intend to do about it?

The demographic numbers are appalling for the Chinese.  That nation of some 1.2 billion people has roughly 500-600 million people of an age that suggests that their death rate is going to skyrocket.  It’s like that in Canada, too, with our own population top-heavy with people age 60+ making up the lion’s share of the demographic pie.  But we’re not going to lose half a billion people as a result of it.

Some would argue that China’s problem is China’s problem, and while certainly tempting, there’s a bit more to it than that.  Right now, China produces about half of the world’s finished products, at least from a total value perspective.  Halving your national population cut in half through natural aging will have an impact on that, for sure.  Yes, China will still be a colossus, but the Chinese economy is scaled to the much larger population of over a billion.  When you pull that 600 million people out of the equation, that means that you theoretically lose over half of your domestic market for your own finished manufactured goods, not to mention the impact that may have on your productive workforce.  And the impact that all of this will have on the global economy.

An impact that will be felt right here, an ocean away, in Canada.

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NEW DEVELOPMENT PLANNED FOR RENFREW EAST

I remember when I was a kid how I’d spend time with pencil and paper and sketch out my development plans for our family home and property should we ever strike it rich by finding oil in the backyard.  I guess it was all part and parcel of being an introvert, and therefore a loner.  And I guess it passed the time on those summer holidays of my youth.

So when Eric Withers, Renfrew’s Director of Development and Environment/Town Planner/Deputy-CAO — a truly acronym defying title — opens his microphone to reveal planning progress involving development of town lands, my interest in a town council meeting literally sky-rockets.  It’s worth the price of the ticket right there.  If they let you in.

Director Withers shared with council plans for the development of an area of town referred to as Renfrew East, a quadrilateral parcel of lands bordered by O’Brien Road to the northwest, Gillan Road to the southwest, the town boundary to the southeast, and Highway 17 to the northeast. So, basically, from a person-on-the-street perspective, go to the Walmart/No Frills corridor along O’Brien Road, and sort of look the other way, across the street, at the lands on the other side.  Or maybe even better, take a walk down the Algonquin Trail, which runs right through the centre of the proposed development.  These two descriptions are not completely adequate or accurate, but it’s enough to give one a general idea.

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I’VE LOOKED THINGS OVER AND DECIDED TO GO WITH THE BROWNS

I’ve decided I need an NFL team to cheer for.

It took me long enough.  I’ve been a fan of football forever, played it as a kid, was actually not bad at it, yet still, among my peer group I was the only guy who didn’t follow a team. At least in the NFL.

Back then all my friends would cheer for the Steelers and the Cowboys, probably because at the time those two franchises were the class of the league, alternating championships between them.  But I couldn’t very well cheer for either of those two, because that’s just not the way she goes for me, bandwagon-jumping not something I’ve ever been good at.  When pressed for social reasons or to just fit in, I would say that I cheered for the Oakland Raiders, mostly because of their uniforms and their bad-boy kind of mentality.  Names like Jack Tatum, Ted Hendricks, Pete Banaszack, and Jim Plunkett were my answer to Terry Bradshaw, Mean Joe Greene, Jack Ham, and Jack Lambert of Pittsburgh and Roger Staubach, Tony Hill, Tony Dorsett, and Drew Pearson of Dallas.  But still, I had to look the Oakland names up, except for Plunkett, to remind myself who I “cheered” for, whereas the Steelers and Cowboys players I could remember without assistance.

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