AMERICA’S MANIFEST DESTINY

Is it a revival of the old notion of Manifest Destiny, the idea of the inevitability of American control over the entirety of the North American continent?

Donald Trump has taken to calling Canada America’s fifty-first state, and to calling our prime minister its governor.  As you can imagine, this has had the effect of a large number of us crying out in indignant protest, something I’m absolutely sure he intended and enjoys.

Say nothing else about the guy, he knows how to get a reaction.

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MPP’S RALLY TO HELP BERNARDINETTI

Something different for your morning coffee today.

Remember the piece I did about MPP’s not having retirement pensions?  Within that piece was a mention of a former MPP, Lorenzo Bernardinetti, who had fallen on hard times and was now essentially homeless and attempting to revive his law firm out of a public library.

Bernardinetti was the victim of something called life, and perhaps the more crueller aspects of it.  His fall from grace could be well identified by many of us who have fallen victim to a number of debilitating things, like job loss, marital loss, health loss, investment loss, political loss, reputational loss, and all the rest of it.  Any of these things on their own is a challenge.  Dealing with many or all of them simultaneously is overwhelming.  Not everyone living on the street or out of their cars is a fentanyl addict.

As the story of Bernardinetti and his plight circulated, a number of current and former MPPs jumped to action, and a Go Fund Me was created in Bernardinetti’s name.  This fund reached its goal of $25,000.00 in two days, as donors piled in to help, among them two former provincial premiers, none of them named Mike Harris.  The assistance crossed party lines, which is a feel-good story right there, but also may reflect the fact that all of these people share one aspect of Bernardinetti’s story, the absence of a retirement pension, courtesy of you-know-who, the self-styled Mr. Common Sense who never had an altruistic thought of his own, much less one that could be legitimately called common sense.  Mike would rather choke you out with cigar smoke than offer you any kind of help.

Of the money raised, Bernardinetti will not touch a penny of it.  Some of the donors have taken on the task of finding and renting him an apartment from which he can operate his law business.  In effect, they’re taking on the task of getting Lorenzo back on his feet, not bank-rolling his future.  Because that’s all a lot of people need, to simply get back on their feet, to find their footing, to get their legs back under them, however you’d like to have it put.

But doing that can require some seed money.  In a day and age where the wealthy among us increase their wealth, it’s a feel-good story when a bunch of people with no pensions despite service chip in to get a good man going again, a man who will one day hire others, and keep their dreams afloat.

Even the wealthy need to be reminded that we, and they, all have a life expectancy.  It’s really cool when people among the rest of us step in to prolong that in the life of someone fallen on hard times.  In this case, those MPPs rallying to Lorenzo Bernardinetti.

Well done to everyone involved.

LIBERALS IN SEARCH OF A LEADER. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR.

As 2024 draws to a close, calls for the resignation of prime minister and Liberal leader Justin Trudeau come from all compass points, both within and without the party itself.  Yet, as the clock winds down on this year and towards the next, Trudeau hangs on, head barely above water, dog-paddling furiously in search of a friendly shore to land upon.

Calls for him to step down from outside the party are nothing new, and neither are calls from his own party, although this is more of a snowball gathering momentum on its roll down the hill.  But for the Liberals themselves, there’s an element of inevitability that many of them seem not to sense, perhaps out of a willful need to ignore the obvious, maybe because they’re blinded by other things that aren’t there.  Or, perhaps better put, they’re adrift in the desert and, in desperation, they spy what they think is an oasis in the distance, some shimmering mirage  of hope that, cruelly, isn’t really there.

When it comes to the Liberals generally, there is no oasis, and really there’s not even a mirage.  What does exist in the near distance is a sandstorm that will totally engulf them and erase them from the landscape, buried under the weight of their many problems.

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HURRICANE BONNIE RIPS THROUGH COUNCIL

For some reason, I looked up and back towards my right.  And there she was, Battleship Bonnie.  Or Hurricane Bonnie to some.

She was looking right at me.  “I know you,” she said, at a volume that startled a couple of others in the self-check out at No Frills.

The War Department that is my brain kicked into gear, sweeping the area for threats, making assessments, analyzing inputs, recommending possible vectors of response.  All this buying a dozen eggs on a Friday.

“You’re the guy from the council meeting,” she said, which had people looking back over at me, possibly judging.

So much for my carefully laid strategy of blending in with the gallery furniture at Renfrew Town Council meetings.  I was exposed, right there in the harsh light of day, as “the guy.”

Then I got the report from the War Room.  It was her!  The woman from the council meeting!  I said as much.

And then for the next thirty minutes, we got to talking.

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BLANCHET POISED TO BE LEADER OF OPPOSITION

I wanted to introduce you to your next Leader of His Majesty’s Loyal Opposition after the next federal election.

His name is Yves-François Blanchet, and he’s the leader of the Bloc Québécois, the party that wants to see Quebec separate from Canada and form a sovereign state of its own.

In his role as opposition leader, Mr. Blanchet has no intention of speaking English, though he can, as it would offend his tender French nationalist sensibilities.  Yves-François is a bit of a dick that way.

How do you get this little pop-in-jay as leader of The Opposition?

Simple.

On election night, tune in and watch the Conservatives win maybe 230 seats in the House of Commons, making Pierre Poilievre the prime minister of Canada in a major electoral sweep.  The incumbent Liberals will be absolutely trashed, winning maybe 35-40 seats.  The NDP will be trashed right along with the Liberals, winning maybe 20 seats.

But the Bloc Québecois will win 40+ seats in Québec, since they don’t run any candidates anywhere else in the country.  Those 40 seats will make them the second largest party in the Commons, and hence the Opposition.

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RETIRING MPP’S GET NO RESPECT THANKS TO MIKE HARRIS

It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to Mike.

In fact, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t even remember me, since for him, I’m one of those ephemeral faces that have cluttered up his life as he climbed his way to the very seat of power at Queen’s Park some thirty years ago.

We parted company, Mike and I, back in 1995 when he was elected Premier of Ontario and began his scorched-earth campaign to unravel all manner of supports for Ontario’s vulnerable populations.  I should say that I parted company with him, and that he didn’t break a sweat, much less notice.  So he won’t be troubled by today’s column, because he won’t read it, passing as it will well below his radar.

I knocked on doors for the guy, worked the phone banks, was a poll captain, speech-maker and speech-writer.  But the last time I spoke to him was when I saw him get out of a car at the Renfrew County Plowing match back in the early 1990’s.  We came abruptly face-to-face.

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RUSSIAN FLEET NEEDS A NEW HOME

I sometimes can’t wrap my head around how breathtakingly stupid the Russians are.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m more than thankful for it, but still, how can a nation that produces so much of the world’s best when it comes to the arts, literature, athletics, and sometimes science, be so knock-down drag em’ out stupid?  Other than cheating.

Usually I make a disclaimer right about now, saying I’m confining my remarks to political Russia, and not to the Russian people.  But saints alive on Christmas Eve, I’m saying flat-out that the whole wagon load of them are face-in-the-back-of-the-head stupid.

It’s what saves us from them.

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NAMING AND SPONSORHIP RIGHTS AT MA-TE-WAY: WHO GETS WHAT, HOW, WHEN, AND FOR HOW MUCH?

The bonanza is on.

The Town of Renfrew is in the business now of selling naming rights to anything that doesn’t move, and really, if you count the ice-resurfacer at Ma-Te-Way, things that do move as well.  Just don’t get your eyes on that ice-resurfacer just yet, because I think somebody might have scooped you on that.

But fear not, perhaps in the future, rolling stock like snowplows and public works trucks may be up for sponsorship, along with park benches, various un-spoken-for rooms at Ma-Te-Way, perhaps even the waste receptacle at the Dog Park.  For pennies on the dollar, you could adorn such a receptacle with the name, perhaps even the image, of your worst enemy.

But before you start coming up with a short-list of enemies, you’d do well to understand that these naming/sponsorship rights are to be awarded on a first-come-first serve basis, yet the Town attempts to cover itself by claiming it has the right to reject any applicant for any number of vaguely defined reasons.

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MFIPPA: A JOKE THAT’S NO LAUGHING MATTER

After taking a second look at the MFIPPA document — Municipal Freedom of Information and Protection of Privacy Act — I feel about as ready as I can be to offer commentary with the attached proviso that in no way am I suggesting said commentary is an exhaustive and thorough exercise.  I do, however, feel comfortable enough in concluding that the points and examples I bring forward are more or less translatable to the entire document, and thereby serve as an honest interpretation or representation of the Act as a whole.

Remember that lawyers fight about this stuff all the time, so if there’s disagreement around my interpretation, then fair game as far as I’m concerned.

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IT’S TIME FOR TRUDEAU TO WALK THAT PLANK

For me to have no response at all would be telling, and it would be telling the wrong thing, and as much as I would prefer to just look away from a serious train wreck, I can’t just let it stand.

So I’ll be brief —if such is possible — and just say it.

The prime minister must, unequivocally, resign.

So, way to go, Steve for saying something that thousands upon thousands had already been saying.  Good of you to finally get on the bus.  

I know full well there are plenty of people about who don’t give a rat’s ass about what I may think on just about anything.  I’ll even extend that to most people, maybe even all people.

But I do.  I give a rat’s ass about what I think.  It’s important to me, and the way I view my personal integrity.

This is no longer about fancy socks and haircuts.  It’s no longer about his feminism, woke-ism, virtue signalling and all the rest of it.

This is about leadership, stewardship, and good governance, both in terms of policy and people.  And a failure in each of those critical aspects.

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