Après moi, le déluge.

Après moi, le déluge.

Attributed to French King Louis XV, the statement is generally taken to mean that, once Louis and his acolytes are gone and swept away, then the stink is really gonna hit the fan.  The biblical reference to a flood is a nice touch, but I don’t think Louis had the flood as a cleansing event, but rather as a drowning event, but I suppose that’s up for debate and dependant upon perspective.

Today is the day I do something I ought not to do, not because it would be wrong or improper, but because it will be ridiculed and dismissed as completely out of touch.  But then again, imagine me being completely out of touch, yet correct in the end?  The first part happens more than often, the second I can only hope for, although it’s another one of those cases where I desperately don’t want to be right.

I never voted for Pierre Trudeau but recognized his merits despite everyone at the time being in hate with him.  I did vote for Brian Mulroney, twice in fact, and maintained that he was a good prime minister when he was the Political Bandito #1 at the end of his two terms.  Historians now view both men, despite their weaknesses, perceived or real, to be among the best of our prime ministers.  It took me thirty years to be right on one of them, and forty to be right on the other, but lets’s face it, the present lasts for a second, while the past stretches back forever.  As they say, hindsight has 20/20 vision, but in my case it took decades for that vision to become more acceptable.

I don’t feel I have another thirty or forty years to play with, although there might be an outside chance at the former, so I don’t have the luxury of hanging around and being vindicated by the passage of time and history.  So I’ll make my remarks right now, and predictably take dump trucks worth of scorn from all the people in the world smarter than me, which is apparently everyone.  I may even lose readers because of this, but there it is.  The guy in Nigeria has seemingly left me, so all is lost anyways.

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LIBERAL ASPIRANTS MAKING THEIR CALLS

Mark Carney, Chrystia Freeland, and Christy Clark do not read my opinion pieces.  Neither do François-Philippe Champagne, Frank Baylis, and maybe Dominic Leblanc.  If they did, they’d likely detect a whiff of pessimism in my view of the chances of anyone taking over the leadership of the federal Liberals and staging a miraculous, Disney-like turnaround of political fortunes.

Are they all fools?  Hardly.  They didn’t get to where they are by being anything of the sort.  But Michael Ignatieff was no fool, either, and where the hell did he end up?  And some of you are probably even asking, who the hell is Michael Ignatieff?  Which is kind of my point.

What do these people know, or think they know, that I don’t?  The quick, top-of-mind answer is, plenty.  Again, they’re them, and I’m me, and it isn’t even close.

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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.

NEW YEARS DAY

It’s New Years.

It’s a thing to make predictions as to what might happen in the year to come.  Almost every media platform does it, maybe because it’s a slow news day, maybe because it’s something that consumers legitimately want to consume.  I’m not really crazy about it myself, but I do understand the whole slow news day thing, so I guess I feel somewhat compelled to enter the fray myself, and offer some speculation as to what may happen in the new year, as opposed to making predictions.  So let’s go.

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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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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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X MARKS THE SPOT

Doesn’t it just figure that, when I go to expand into social media platforms, I end up on Elon Musk’s.

Life does have its odd way of expressing its version of humour, given how I feel about the man and how I take just about any opportunity to ridicule him. Yet here I am again, humbled by the dude who looks like a B-List villain from the old Batman series I once watched on television when I was a kid.

Facebook wouldn’t have me. Instagram neither. Seems I’m a slice of Canadian media to them, and they don’t like me because they’re still having their temper tantrum over the government making them pay for stolen Canadian journalism. You should have seen the notifications I got from them, telling me my accounts were suspended because I had violated their rules of service by, well, breathing. I was actually frightened for a minute, momentarily considering the implications of Facebook cops in dark vehicles outside my home. I got banned from Instagram before I was even on Instagram, it was that bad.

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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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