Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Preston Manning Centre Grabs the Sleaze, not the Steak


Preston Manning Centre Taking Money from Ultimate Sleazebag Cal Wenzel, as Revealed on Tape


Cal Wenzel of Shane Homes, Sleaziest Man in Calgary, dilates on friends and enemies at the Preston Manning Centre (cover, $100, 000.  Now that, in Ernest, is some _grass roots_ we be talkin’.)

Most people understand that Preston and his pals like Cal are sleazebags willing to circumvent any election or democracy law in order to get their ways, so it’s no big deal anyway, is it?

 No, I guess it isn’t; if it weren’t, Preston probably wouldn’t be so plummy and chummy about the way he gaily defaces Canadians who abide by laws he feels he is above.  He learned it from his father, I guess is the only way you can charitably interpret his actions. 

But you’ve got to really, really love Cal going over each councillor in Calgary and getting the Vegas response from the lacquered just-for-men sleazeballs in the house.
 
Here’s Cal on one of his favourites, a hurtin’ gal he can doggone manipulate six ways to Sunday:

Uh, Diane Colley-Urquhart,
Uh, y’know, uh,
unfortunately, she just lost her husband here,
a couple-three months ago
But we did go down and talk to her
Because,
the last couple years,
she just hasn’t been totally there
or totally on side
uh, y’know, and her explanation was,
unfortunately with her husband being as sick as he was, uh,
most of the time,
she didn’t have time to really pay attention,
uh, but, she’s assured us now that she will and so
y’know a Diane Colley-Urquhart that’s really prepared to work
is a good person for us I believe.

(ain’t she a trooper)

. . .and Peter Demong has done a really good job for us to this point.

(lord love a cheap date)

Preston, of course, according to sources and loving glances (lawyers, anyone?) was in the room, delighting in this foul language that you’d never find on my page.  But Preston, that’s just how Preston rolls.  No morals that can’t be compromised in the craven hunt for cash.  The sleaze just keeps comin’ for Preston.

The state of Canadian cities (this will have passed Preston by in reality, if not in federal Tory gerrymandering tactics) ought to concern every Canadian, for, more and more over the decades, and as more and more people have moved to urban locales, cities have become the engines of our economic growth.  People on other continents figured this out long ago, and they would be perplexed if they saw us weighting votes 10 to 1 rural vs. urban.  We just haven’t grown up, and our “action plan” has to envision dynamic cities with solid and stable infrastructures.

Sleazebag Cal of Shane homes, on the other hand, wants to make sure there are no sustainable cities.  His plan is that everyone can live in the country while living in the city.  Hey, it’s made him rich--made Preston rich, too.  Harper and Flaherty sure don’t want to see Canada’s cities profit and succeed—Flaherty, the Canadian-hater, even went to Washington to tell Americans what a useless place Ontario was (as compared to, say, Michigan).

Anyway, let’s go back to the hi-lite reel from Cal Wenzel, of Shane Homes, one of Preston Manning’s greatest benefactors.  What Cal, who, along with 10 of his best men, did, was pony up 100 grand for Preston’s (well, Preston, maybe you tell us just what it is).  Anyway, Cal came with the cash, and he wanted to make sure that he got some civic control, too (ain’t no grass roots like holdin’ ‘em grass roots by the roots, eh?’”)

Here’s Cal of Shane Homes, who insists that he is sometimes taken out of context (er, which con, or text, or context, or whatever, would that be, Cal?) on Dale Hodges:

Dale is 72 years old,
not too good a health,
and the rumour mill has it
he will not run again

--it’s a pretty classy thing to do, reflect on the health of others at a public gathering at the Preston Manning Centre, but, hey, it’s what you learned, I guess.  Preston Manning must have been abashed at the sheer classiness of it all.

Or take these bons mots about a city planner (Cal feigns astonishment): “she’s a relatively proper girl, an’ she sez he’s a fuckin’ idiot”  I would have been fired in the 80s for this, but Cal, well, Cal, he’s just that kinda guy, and the silveradoed gents who build your condos made this one go off like rockets!!  Preston Manning’s eyes glimmered at this rousing display of. . . !  Well, Preston’s obviously got a reckoning that includes only him, no thought of Him.

Or take John Mar, from a developer dynasty; cheeky Cal (who definitely bought in against the alternative) offered:

John Mar,
Uh, talking with a lot of you people in this room,
he’s a little bit wishy-washy, uh,
y’know, we’re never sure if he’s in the, uh, grey,
or, uh, in the purple, or just where he’s at,
so I ain’t not sure of that one there.

--well, that’s Preston.  He always did enjoy a purple joke.

If Christ were here, he would have said “un-believable.”

But hey, we’re only getting started!!

Here’s Cal on a guy he can really, really buy; I mean, this is a really, really Preston Manning Centre donation kind of guy:

Ray Jones, again,
my only concern,
is Ray is so sick and tired
of being lied to by administration
that he may decide not to run.
Now, I talked to him,
Jay’s talked to him
I think that’s just outta frustration
one p’ticular week
or at least I hope so
but he was pretty ticked the last time I talked to him, uh,
but I think we can kinda count on Ray to run

(and if, Cal, just for an instance, we couldn’t count on Ray to run, what, based on your speech, would you be prepared to do?)

Here’s classy Cal on Druh Farrell:

Druh Farrell.
In case anyone doesn’t know,
She doesn’t like me,
an’ I don’t p’ticularly like her

(guffaws)

Uh, I had 13 trucks out, uh, last election
delivering signs and assembling them
and I got called by, uh,
Druh and the elections, uh,
because they said I’d given 5 000 in cash,
so therefore my trucks that were out delivering
put me over the 5 000 and they were gonna take us to court
so, obviously, Druh and I don’t see eye-to-eye

(the Preston Manning Centre does not, under any circumstances, accept the rule of law)

So here’s the slate, as on tape, that Cal Wenzel of Shane Homes has said he has personally “looked after” or supported whilst at the Manning Centre; if you support them, then you know exactly what Preston-approved company you’re keeping:

Jim Stevenson 

Ray Jones

John Mar

Andre Chabot

Diane Colley-Urqhuart

Peter Demong

-zr

Friday, 12 April 2013

Tim Hortons Is Hiring!!


Tim Hortons Is Hiring!! (Must Speak Tagalog)

 Abstract: this is NOT an actual job advertisement for Tim Hortons.

Up the street from me, Tims has only foreign workers.  Down the street from me, it also has, more or less, foreign workers.

 

This whole thing about how the Harper government was encouraging employers to hire cheap foreigners and bypass Canadian citizens seems to have become sort of a big deal lately.  My only response was—what took so long, and why are people who formerly didn’t care what abuses the Harper government visited upon its citizens suddenly giving a damn?

 

I don’t get it.  It’s been going on forever.  Typically what would happen when there’s a shortage of labour is that: a) wages might go up; or b) companies might train workers to do jobs. 

 

Using ideology instead of pragmatism, Harper and Flaherty opposed this; using ideology instead of pragmatism, Harper and Flaherty discounted the successful models of north European countries, where they have things like apprenticeships, licensing, education, training, business-government-union cooperation and so on.   Instead, taking money from their corporate benefactors (it’s known, in Tory senate circles, as “the ol’ in n’ out”), Flaherty and Harper gave, and gave, in return.  You grease my palm, Jim and Steve said, and I’ll grease yours.  In other words, the Tories told businesses: “look, you don’t have to train or be responsible for anything.  And we feel your pain about living wages.  So here’s what we’re gonna do for you.  If you keep giving us massive campaign donations we can lie about through the ol’ in n’ out, we’ll let you bring in foreign workers you can exploit until kingdom come—and we’ll give you a 15% premium just to do it."  (In the form of cutting foreigners’ wages more or less to the tune of what the donors will give back to the Tories).

 

Easy peasy.

 

Friend of mine worked for close to 2 yrs at a Tim Hortons in Edmonton.  He was the only white man there.  He was the heat.  He was a big fat white guy who worked late nights, and his job was to shoo off panhandlers or beggars.  It was kind of a schizo job; on the one hand, he was supposed to be outside in any temperature in his visor bundling people off, but on the other hand he was also supposed to be inside, making himself useful cleaning floors and tables when there were no obvious lowlifes outside.  His boss from the south pacific, a non-Canadian citizen who was probably able to buy citizenship by “starting a business” and “hiring people,” and who does own a number of Tim Hortons franchises, tended to arrive to check up at, well, never the right time.  He’d show up when my friend was wiping tables when there *was* a homeless person outside, or he’d show up when tables had wrappers on them and my friend *was* out in the parking lot talking a guy away.  Whatever.  My friend was obviously a good employee or else he wouldn’t have been there so long and wouldn’t have gotten another better job shortly after. 

 

My friend’s co-workers were *exclusively* Filipino.  And they lived *exclusively* in places rented to them by the owner of the Tims—a classic company store model.  You bring in cheap foreigners that you don’t have to pay regular wages to, and you get their wages back in rent, and if they don’t like it, they’re on the next plane back—all this, facilitated by the ideology of Jim Flaherty and Stephen Harper.  Stephen Harper curiously seems to imagine himself a family man, but of course his idea of “family” envisions only his own family.  The Tims owner in Edmonton who couldn’t (?) get Canadian employees is ruthless with his Filipinos.  It is bizarre even that he hired 1 white Canadian, but maybe he had to for token government or paperwork purposes; maybe he couldn’t find a Filipino bouncer for a coffee shop, or one who had the right language skills and special cultural abilities for defusing potentially violent situations.

 

Now, I realize I’m not giving the Tim Hortons multi-franchisee foreign-owner foreign-hirer his own space here.  Presumably, if he had the chance, he’d be right out there talking about how much he loves to support the economy and hire people, and so on.  It is nevertheless possible that, in his native Australia, he couldn’t get away with the stuff he pulls with the Harper government’s assistance in Canada.  Otherwise, he might be doing it in Australia.  Then again, he probably does get many more voluntary trips home than his Filipino workers.  And who knows?  Maybe he just got to Edmonton and said to himself: “Man, I just loooooovvvvveeee the climate here.  I can’t leave.”

 

Bottom line:

 

The foreign workers program was meant to fill gaps in the Canadian economy.  The Harper government has used it to slash wages to appease its corporate donors and unemploy Canadians and prevent training of Canadians, thus ensuring future economic ossification and suffocating not only secondary or tertiary, but also primary jobs for Canadians.  For ideological purposes, the Harper government has chosen to assist not Canadians, but foreign countries and governments, by helping them to offload cheap labour on Canada whilst enriching private companies in host countries, and decalibrating the ability of Canada to develop, train, and employ skilled workers who will bolster the Canadian economy going forward.

 

zr

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Reflecting on Ralph Klein


On the far-right CBC Rex Murphy program the other day, Rex was inviting Canadians to call in and join in on his hagiographical paean to his idol.  He bagged a few Tory bagpeople, like Rod Love and Joan Crockatt, to help him on his onanistic foray.  I only heard bits and pieces of Rex’s fevered longings while I did other things, and my guess is that the Murphy screeners were NOT allowed to let anyone say anything negative about Klein (the word means “little,” or “small,” or “dinky” or “petty” etc. in German).

 

If you live where I do, it’s all Ralph all the time now, of course.  Soon the Calgary International Airport will be renamed the “Ralph Klein International Airport,” and when that’s not good enough, it will, paraphrasing Colbert, be renamed again, the “Ralph Klein Ralph Klein International Airport.”  You read it here first.

 

So whatever, since hagiography is the order of the day, allow a studious monk to have somewhat of a say.  Here’s a few of my reflections.

 

--My first was when I was a little kid and I got to have a special individual trip to CFCN as part of a school programme.  I was sitting with a CFCN cameraman in a small warren, asking goggle kid questions about cameras, and Ralph, then a reporter, rocked in hammered and unleashed a torrent of the bluest language I’d ever heard in my life.  I guess it was all over some prank that he was engaged in with another reporter, involving film and trees in front of his house and on his doorstep and so on.  I still can’t say I knew exactly what was going on there, but if I had to try to figure it out, then or now, I’d say that it went like this—Ralph played a prank, and someone got back at him, and Ralph was some p’o’ed.  Then he went away swearing.  I recognized Ralph from tv.  Ralph never looked down at me, and the hairy cameraman whose name I don’t remember, and who was a good guy with me, kind of didn’t really respond much because, well, there was a little kid in his little editing room.  But Ralph, red as ever, was some p’o’ed.

 

--Not so long after becoming mayor of Calgary, and being around for the 1988 winter Olympics, Ralph was supposed to appear at a dinner/reception for a central European city that was considering a bid for the Olympics; they wanted to know what his worship had to say about how to bring the big event to their city.  My closest friend’s family was there, partly as community representatives, partly even as translators.  An hour goes by, another hour, another hour, no Ralph.  The delegation waits patiently for his worship to arrive.  Ralph does rock in around 11 p.m., drunk as a skunk, and tells the delegation that, as he slurs his words, “if ya wanna, if ya wanna, if ya wanna have the Olympics, whatcha, whatcha gotta do, is, is, ya gotta (and here Ralph grabs his crotch) have balls!!”

 

--then I guess there’s the environmental and financial destruction during his MLA and premier tenure.  Elsewhere on this blog, I have criticized former Alberta premier Lougheed, but he did imagine things such as the heritage fund and caring for special parts of Albertan geography such as Kannanaskis country; under Ralph, Albertans found a minister of golf course development and a premier who tried to buy votes by sending Albertans paltry cheques and beggaring the ability of public representatives to represent the people in terms of such things as education and health care.  I also criticized Lougheed over his anti-Canadian attitudes that, surprise, surprise, the Conservatives are suddenly rethinking, but now as he lies in state, Ralph’s “let the eastern creeps and bums freeze in the dark” comments are somehow being recollected as statesmanlike.

 

--speaking of education, I guess there’s the papers Ralph plagiarized for Athabasca University.  Ralph figured Pinochet was a pretty savvy guy, really, but somehow he just kinda got the politics a bit wrong.  A funny number of people say this about Hitler, too, but it just ain’t funny, and yet Ralph gets majority adoration for hailing murderous dictators.  Hm.  I guess the average Albertan figures that, hey, so my kid gets kidnapped and disappeared, well, it’s just good policy. I wonder if there will be anyone at Ralph’s wakes and/or doing his eulogies who will “have the balls” to read from Ralph’s political science papers in which he figures that, hey, Pinochet was a smart leader who just got sidetracked by some socialist ratbags.  I guess we’ll have to wait a while on those.  But lawyers, I invite you.  Read them into the record, kindly.  Lawyers?

 

--then there’s Ralph kicking off his campaign in ’04 by taunting poor people on income supplements, saying that some apparent critics (who may or may not have been on supplements) were “smoking cigarettes and wearing cowboy hats” (things Ralph never did) and sure didn’t look like they were hurting.  When Mitt Romney told convives at a gala that basically 47% of Americans were losers freeloading off him and his audience, Americans, who often do have a sense of what is right and what is wrong, didn’t forget it.  Rex Murphy, Albertans, Harper—indeed a sad number of Canadians—just lapped Ralph up.  “Hey, it’s Ralph!”  Right on, Ralph!!  Another massive majority. 

 

--then there was Ralph getting pied at the Stampede.  Now, most politicians would have taken this as a fact of life.  They would have said, “hey, I’m a public figure, it goes with the territory.”  Not that I’m saying that getting pied is fun.  I would have been p’o’ed, too, no doubt.  Stephen Harper is so terrified of the public that he hasn’t met one since ’06.  Most European politicians would shrug and turn it around into a PR winner.  Jean Chretien would have throttled the pie-er.  But good ol’ Ralph, Ralph cost Albertan taxpayers 10s of 1000s of dollars$ by prosecuting the kid who pied him to the nth degree.  Is there one—just one, I mean one—lawyer in Alberta, or even Canada, who would discuss the 10s of 1000s of $ Albertans spent to prosecute the pie kid? 

 

I didn’t think so.

 

But do you know what?  I’ve been embarrassed before.  I could have sucked it up.  I wouldn’t have made the people pay 10s of 1000s of dollars for it.  I’m sorry, that’s not leadership.  But if you like dictators, it does kind of fall in step that way.

 

--obviously one of Ralph’s pieces de resistance was when he rocked up hammered in his chauffeured car at an Edmonton homeless shelter and started barking at people to get a job and scattered change around the floor as if homeless people were the cheapest and most worthless hookers and scum.  A homeless person, who HAD a job, coming in at 1 a.m., wanted Ralph to go home and get some sleep, so he could, too. 

 

Yep, that was Ralph.  And then there’s the countless unverifiable tales I could tell, the embarrassment I felt for him and for the people he represented when he was red-faced and repetitive and more or less completely incapacitated in the legislature and in public—yep, that was Ralph.  You might have liked to have had a beer with him, but make no mistake, just as his name bespeaks, he was a nasty, mean-spirited, petty, drunk, fat little man who scorned the people and sucked up to the rich by letting his province be governed from boardrooms and not cabinet chambers.

 

zr

Monday, 18 March 2013

What is the best NHL logo--response

http://zorgreport.blogspot.ca/search/label/Sports%20-%20Hockey  (you have to scroll down)

( Well, I had meant to put this simply as a response to my own post.  However, googleminds does not allow more than a few phrases, so I have to go this way, and create a separate post.)

Man, did this post go viral, or what.   I got a lot of hits, but.  Only a few weeks after I posted it, I heard the guys on my “sports” radio station going over the same topic exactly.  Then lo,’ today I’m waiting in line at the supermarket, and I see the *cover story* is my topic—greatest uniforms—for the still relatively new Rogers Sportsnet magazine.  You’re welcome, mainstream media.  I think I even heard some bit of piped-in American media on this topic, too, but I can’t remember now.  Back in the day, a “magazine” would have some new idea to break, but the best Rogers Sportsnet could come up with was recycling mine.

Oh, it’s not an original idea, and it’ll come back again soon, but it’s nice to know I gave the mainstream media some ideas they’d otherwise be without and searching for like car keys under a brass rail. 

You could say, if you don’t like the blog, “No, dude, it’s just this unusually major coincidence,” but then you’d be faced with names and dates and this huge logic mountain to have to climb and get up over, and you’d need Lance on steroidal steroids to do that.

Anyway, whatever your perspective, it is an interesting object lesson in how the mainstream media, which always complains that the web and the blogosphere and so on have no credibility, are now beholden entirely to the very media they revile.  Mainstream “journalists” will often bemoan that webkids just repeat and retweet and don’t really have to ‘work’ like them.  I’m quite sympathetic to this mainstream media argument, really.  I do think that there’s such a thing as a journalist, but it’s becoming increasingly vestigial.  Take Mags Wente--holds a dinner party and writes about it and calls it work. Gets a hip replacement and it's "news." Take Christie Blatchford--Obie won't sleep with her and it's news.  Friend's in tough with a hockey rink and it's "news."  In fact, it could be that these so-called "mainstream" journalists were just the canaries in the coalmines.  By refusing actually to do any journalism, but rather have dinner parties and talk about dog parks, they inspired people to say, well, if that's what it is, I can do that, too, and better.
  These gals could get a job, but they don't have to--all they have to do is *just be right-wing enough.*  Brains checked at the door.  What a sad retroversion for women everywhere.
 
Anyway.
 
First of all, media and journalism is disappearing into partisan entertainment.  Second of all, there is no spectrum, owing to corporate mainstream media concentration, so if you want to work, you have not only to have Stalinist sensibilities, but to anticipate them.  And thirdly, media organizations and journalists themselves believe that they just don’t have the money or the time any more (in reality, they do) to actually do journalism, so they just end up like the boys at Rogers sportsnet, sitting at their computers reading my blog and riffing on it.  Back in the day, a Rogers sportsnet employee would get up and get out there and go find something to talk about.  Nowadays, s/he gets up in his/her underwear and has a coffee and scans the web for ideas to recycle—and his/her employers would probably fire him/her if she/he didn’t do exactly that--and come up with recycled pablum, pronto.  The very fact that Rogers Sportsnet would be recycling my ideas proves my point exactly.  Rogers could hire journalists, to do a job, but instead Rogers hires talking faces to. . .be talking faces reading me.

I know where I got the idea for the topic, but one sort of subliminal reason I must have come up with it for is precisely because, in relentless marketing pushes, so many once-proud franchises have introduced more or less a new jersey for every game—fans of the Oregon Ducks could be fans of. . . .?  In other words, the reason I came up with the topic imitated by Rogers Sportsnet and its affiliates was because I might have been tapping into something fans longed for—a time when a crest had an ineffable, as opposed to merchandisable, feel.

In the grocery-store lineup, I saw that Rogers Sportsnet magazine placed the Habs first.  Well, this is Canada.  But I stick to my rankings above, and it isn’t just because I spent a long time rooting against the Habs.  The crest is too small, the bands too wide.  The Habs look slow and stumpy—their uniforms look more like prison uniforms or nineteenth-century bathing dress of a country I associate with being colourful, like, say, Spain, or Venezuela.  Iconic uniforms like those of the Red Wings emphasize dynamism and fluidity—the Habs look like pylons.  Or take the Bruins, often the Habs’s (when the Habs contended now and then) greatest rivals.  The simple spoked B wasn’t made to make the team look fast, but those spokes somehow broadened the effect of the upper body of every Bruin, making them look a formidable force.  It’s just a farce to say that Habs have a great uniform.

 But I guess there’s the rub.  Sportsnet Magazine, or whatever it’s called, then added the Yankees, the Celtics, the NZ All-Blacks, Real Madrid, the Packers, etc.  In other words, the “greatest uniform” issue wasn’t really about that at all; rather, it was about: “what is the most successful franchise so that we can say they have the best uniforms?”  Sad.  Even their also-rans (Flyers, Cardinals) are teams that had more success than most teams.  So, if the point of your exercise, unlike mine, is simply to say “which franchise made the most money”. . . well, ok, it’s Rogers, Rogers Sportsnet.  Put a picture of Ted Rogers and his kids on the Blue Jays uniform and it’s #1, uniformly.  The Toronto Teds’ kids—that’s the best one of all.  Yes.

 Oh all right, I also justified some of my own choices that way.  Oh all right.  It’s just how they had to copy _everything_!!

Like me, the magazine also referred to jerseys of days gone by, but people, honestly, I only had really a couple of minutes before my groceries just advanced too far down that black rubber conveyor belt and there were other people behind me.  If I see a left copy of the magazine at the gym, I’ll look at it. 

If you want to find out which teams in history have made the most money and won the most championships (but you don’t really care one way or the other about uniforms)—then go check out Rogers Sportsnet magazine after you’ve found your way to my blog that came out months earlier.

-zr

Friday, 1 March 2013

Tom Flanagan's Workday


Tom Flanagan’s Workday

 

8:23 Hoo well.  Gotta get up again, tell all those worthless losers to get out there and get a job. 

 

8:25 Whoa, I just dreamed I was a young buck from Texas who paraphrased a bunch of  stuff and ‘wrote’ about hapless Indians and got a lifetime’s reward for it from some bumblf**k northern community.  I went because they had amazing pensions and would tolerate me.

 

8:27  Whoa whoa, not dreaming.  Where’s that other wife I used to have??  Damn.  Said I was too self-absorbed, too self-interested, took her for granted because I was a big star.  I mean, what, she saw me on TV every day, or at least knew she would!!  Women. 

            But man, that stuff I spun in Lethwhatever the other night, that was the s**t!! 

 

8:30 Alright.  Shower.

 

9:00 Wife couldn’t do that!!

 

9:02 If I have to start parting from the right anymore I’m gonna look like Rene Levesque in reverse!!

 

9:03 Well, if I wasn’t such a good-looking son-of-a-gun, then why would CBC keep begging me to be on TV?  I think SUN tv and CTV just take me for granted, but when Evan thinks I’m emo, I’m bad, I’m nationwide.

 

9:04:30 Yep, still got it.

 

9:10 Coffee.  No, if I made it here, I’d just be supporting peasants.  Sometimes I’d really like to just have coffee in my own mansion, but it’s better to support the economy by eating from those useless losers.

 

9:52 All these years I’ve been here, and still nobody can make huevos rancheros like mama juanita used to do.  I should kick her out of the country for not being around this country.  I haven’t had a taxpayer-funded trip back home for weeks.  I’m gonna call the university and ask for another paid leave.

 

9:54 Damn.  I’m already on one. 

 

9:55 Awww, what am I thinking.  They’ll let me.  I mean, if that medical guy can get away with it, what the hell, eh?  No medical guy is gonna beat on my time.  I’ll fly to Rio and back and not even get off the plane to prove *that* point.

 

9:56 Did I say “eh?”  Jesus.

 

9:59 There’s a nice piece of. . . . 

 

10:20 Hoo well, back at the computer again.  This thing doesn’t show my face to advantage nearly as well as tv.  Maybe I need one of those “wide-screen” things, with the different “aspect ratio.”  This “aspect ratio” thing sounds creepy to me, but I hear it makes you bigger.  Or elongated, anyway.  (heh heh)

 

10:22 email.  Meetings.  Don’t these people realize that I just went to a meeting, before Christmas?  What do they think I do, go to meetings all day?  Don’t they get that I’m busy?  Why can’t these people just get jobs?

            Ezra wants to know if I’ve got a good Lincoln mechanic.  The hell would I know?  Why wouldn’t he just get a BMW like me?  Guy like him oughta know how to cut a deal on a mechanic, anyway.  Ministering to these minions gets so tiresome.  Who’s that hot babe on SUN. . .?  I’d talk to her again. . . . .

 

10:25 Now some dips**t is saying that something I said in Lethwhatever last night was annoying.  These people.  How many times have I told Stephen that these people have to get jobs?  If they had jobs, if that “action plan” would just get more active and _make_ people get jobs, then I wouldn’t have to read this whingeing and complaining while I do my Job.

 

Nuuuuhhhhhh.  Wonder how my chin looks?  Nuuuuuhhhhh.

 

10:32 Yep, time for a movement.

 

10:44  That was good.  But where will I go for lunch?

 

10:47 Phone keeps ringing.  Pinheads.  14 messages already.  Someone should develop a national policy to prevent people from calling you like this.  I’ll call Stephen.

            There’s a message from Coop!!  We done gone gonna fish the hell right out of the Old Man River in April.  Good ol’ Coop.  That’s his number.  But I gotta get ready for that greasy Evan kid.  EST.  You’d think that by this time of my life they’d damn well swing the world around enough.  But no, hoa no.  If some of these people would just get jobs, or start their own damn businesses, hiring me, to talk.  Some idiots just. . . .

 

11:00 It’s a nice day, really, sunny.  It’s just all these pricks on the road who won’t drive the max.  What, I’ve gotta sit here while all these people don’t get out there and get jobs?  Unbelievable.  Here I am, going to this piss-ant public studio to get all gussied up for tv, and all these pinheads doing nothing won’t get out of the way.  It’s amazing.  I don’t know how many times I’ve told Danielle, the most important thing in government is “roads, roads, roads.”  No wonder she lost.  Pinhead.

 

11:30 gettin’ ready to roll.  Anybody got a paper?  Oh yeah that Lethsomething crap.  That greasy CBC kid, wimp but fair, he’ll be pleased to see me.

 

11:34 I better pee again.

 

11:42 Read the Post, watched the SUN, getting bored.  All these people walking around and looking at computers—why don’t they just get a job?  They could start their own businesses! With, I don’t know, computers, and walking around.  A drill maybe. These people.  It’s so tough to be me.  I know there’s only one me, but still, it’s tough.

 

11:53 More idle chit-chat.  I hate that.  I mean, that’s what made Riel such a loser.  That’s all he did, chit-chatting.  I’m getting jumpy now, but I have to admit that I do also have a feeling of advanced boredom.  That is, I know already what I’m going to say, and I haven’t even heard the questions.  I’m getting sleepy and need a nap.  It reminds me of an old prof of mine.  He used to say: . . .say. . .say. . .say. . .say. 

 

12:01 Showtime!!

 

12:05 “Well, I think these people are making all too much of it.  I mean, if people are criminals and they don’t want to get shot, then they won’t or will get shot, right?  So it’s something that government really shouldn’t have a hand in, anyway, and I think most Canadians would agree with that.”

 

12:06 (hoo hoo, zinger alert on that one!)

 

12:09 “Well, you know, we had this discussion 40 years ago, and people at the time said it wouldn’t work.  So why should we be talking about it again?  I mean, it’s just people who don’t have jobs trying to make them up.”

 

12:10 (zinger, stinger!!)

 

12:13.30 “Well, look, if the coastline of Louisiana wants to move, that’s up to the coastline of Louisiana.  I’m amazed by how many people who aren’t the coastline of Louisiana want to talk as if they’re the coastline of Louisiana.  I mean, it’s a Louisiana thing, and I think most Canadians would agree with that.”

 

12:15 Chinese buffet, Indian buffet, definitely buffet for lunch.  Ok Chinese it’s closer.

 

12:17 “Well I’m just gonna say what I’ve been saying, it’s that these senators, they go to all this trouble of putting EEE in their farm fields and then they only get $240 000 back in cash money for a coupla years’ travel, a job for life and a gold-plated pension?  I mean, is this Soviet Russia or something?  I mean, I mean, I think most Canadians would agree with that.

 

12:22  Phew.

 

12:31 Traffic is hell.

 

12:32 I hate this buffet.  I don’t know why I keep coming back here.  Hoo-hah, hoo-hah, maybe I do.  I’ll have a little more hoo-hah.  These rice balls are too sticky, but I like the consistency.

 

12:48 Tea was cold.  I guess that’s the way it always is.  If there weren’t so many social programs, tea would be hot.  Actually, that’s insightful.  I’ll put that in my next emission.  Coop’ll put it in his next book.

 

12:53 Sleeeepy, sleeeepy.      GET OFF THE ROAD!!!!!!!!!!

 

1:02 I could read more email.  Bloody phone.  Meeting.  Hah.  That’s what they think I do, go to meetings?  Hah.  I’ll have a snooze.

 

4:48 prime rib. . .?

 

5:06 that salmon would have been delightful if I had caught it myself. . . .  What’s that? I did?  Oh, that salmon was wonderful!!!

 

5:09 are these ribs I see before me??

 

5:14 Gotta get up AGAIN.  I can’t believe it.  I had this terrible dream about some wimpy teacher I had, trying to tell me those ring-candy things around my neck were the best meal I’d ever have. 

 

5:19 Drink, drink.  A drink would be good now.  But there’s too many taxes.  Too late to drive to Montana now.  Bloody hell.  I’ll bet Coop is having a bourbon.

 

5:23 Why do I always have to pee these days?  I mean, I’m old, but not old old.

 

5:30 TV says I shouldn’t say it’s consumers’ choice about teen girls or whatever.  Blah blah.  Been saying that for years.  It’s like, they just noticed now?  I’ve got my pension, I’m going to the Senate, sticks and stones, people, sticks and stones.  I should eat something before I go to bed.

 

7:48 This phone thing, it keeps ringing, or buzzing, or whatever these kids say it does.  That’s probably what did in Riel, failure to notice the ringing before the buzzing.  I don’t feel all that hungry.  I’ll just go back to sleep.  My dreams will be gr8 (the kids say, but I’ve got the “drop” on them, heh heh).  Probably Danielle will call in the morning.  I’ll call the goddamn university and make them emeriti me or else!

 

Following day:

 

8:48  “Look Tom, it’s Stephen.  We’ve got this big hole to fill in the Senate. . . . 

Monday, 11 February 2013

(Please read or scroll to the bottom to see the actual record of this thread!)

The ever-incredibly depressing Jian Ghomeshi treedux

 Well, once more into the breach.  There was 2011, there was 2012, and now there is 2013.  It is as if I just have not become accustomed enough to swear words.

 Well, the deal with this blog is that I let people respond in whatever way they want, and I mostly won’t answer back.  I mean, anyone who responds to this blog, at least as it is so far, is more or less just passing through, and that person would never check to see if I’d written anything in response, anyway (so what is the point of responding even if I wanted to?—that’s web 3.0, if you like).

I give some consideration to my posts, and when I post them, I regard them as done—as done as I can make them.  (I have edited or taken up or down one or two posts, and I endeavour to update.) Therefore, if someone wishes to respond, then s/he can fire away, and I won’t do any cheap Sun-style (or, of course, Jian-style editorializing and snip back at people who themselves can’t really fight back—after all, I could delete the posts. . .obviously I’m a lot more honourable than Jian in this regard, in that I do not use an unassailable platform to get back at people who have disagreed with me). 

 One could respond to something I’ve written in my posts.  After all, I have said some things that are positive.  On the negative side, I feel I could have gone much further—gone all Rick Mercer, for example, on Jian.  But I did not.  And I also said that, after two posts, I’d pretty much said my piece, and that was a year and more ago and I have held my word (anyone notice when they were writing?).  If I think I’ve got something really more burning to add, then maybe I will, but right now I don’t see it.  I said I was done, and I meant it.  I’ve pretty much packed it in on Jian, because his twee egotism and wading-pool depth have driven me away from a time and a station that I’d otherwise probably frequent.  I love those days when he ends at 11.30 and something else substantive comes on and I hear it.  I just don’t remember when they are.  (Tuesday?  Thursday?)

Now, to repeat, with my posts, I do update or edit sometimes, even remove.  But I don’t snip back at people I know I can cut off (like Jian with his listener letters).  If you want to say something, you’re free as a bird in that regard and, as you can see, I won’t retort back in a jejeune, Sun, Jian kind of way.  Notably, one thing I have studiously avoided is foul-mouthed language.  You sure don’t post posts like I did eons ago with the expectation that you’ll draw a fan base, but, of course, as the responses show, many did write in to support or extend my comments, one even noting what anyone can note, that Jian’s fans, unlike me, show a tendency to be strikingly foul-mouthed and monosyllabic.  Whatever, it’s the web.  You see something you don’t like, you launch a few swear words and feel like you’re one big tough human.  Sad.  You’d never see it from me, but it is what it is.

 I don’t know—maybe this is a new thread—why are Jian’s fans so foul mouthed and incapable of writing words in English that aren’t four letters?  Does this say something about the nature of the show and its content, its fans, its host. . . ?  Is there something about Jian’s show that *encourages* stunted as opposed to studied responses, profane as opposed to profound ones?  It could be.  It is the Oprah of the morning, after all.  My two ancient posts probably didn’t imagine Jian fans deliberating carefully over responses, but they certainly also did not imagine a handful of swear words—I mean, if that was what was envisioned, then I could have pulled that off myself, all by lonesome, on twitter, or twit, with just 4 or 5 words totaling less than 20 letters.

 I did write two posts about the Jian Ghomeshi show, one over a year ago, one nearly a year ago; I’m astonished people are still reading them.  I guess it goes in cycles—one person doesn’t like it and sends it to his/her friends, I get a few more comments, etc.  What I’m really struck by is just how many positive comments I got and how they were more thoughtful and extended than the fired-off expletives I got from the fans.  I almost would have expected the reverse—that people who agreed with me would say “you’re right,” and that those who disagreed with me would say: “you’re wrong, you’re an idiot, and here’s why and why and why.”  But it didn’t happen.

Anyway, I’ve kept silent, let others fire away for more than a year now.  I let others say whatever they wanted to say, and I never took down a post or prevented anyone from speaking.  But since there is still the occasional response, I’ll respond to what seem to me to be the most common criticisms.

--You’re jealous of/you sure seem to know a lot about Jian’s show.

Uh, duh, people, the first post was written in _September 2011_--in webtime, that’s like when dinosaurs roamed the plains.  The other post was written at the beginning of March, 2012.  I said it in my last post that I would be done with the issue, and I have been.  I have not said anything more.  And, yes, I have not listened to the show.  A lot of time has passed since I wrote my posts.  I imagine some things on the show have changed—how could they not have?  But no, I do not listen to Jian.  Anyone who says otherwise obviously didn’t look at the date of my posts or the content of them; rather, they chose to *pretend* that I still did in order that they could offer a few swear words.  Killer technique, dudes.  But since you imprecate, I’ll tell you about the last time I can really remember hearing Jian.  This would have been about in late Oct./early Nov. 2012, I’m guessing, and I was coming home late and stopping at a favourite store; Jian was interviewing a guy who I think did a bio on Gary Bettman.  I kind of listened as I focused on the road (it still happens sometimes) and I more or less was diverted.  It was a lock-step, paint-by-numbers, this-is-how-to-do-the-foxtrot with a cardboard cutout on the floor your staff of 50 has made for you, and Jian wasn’t really into it, but, whatever, it was there and I was diverted and had no complaints.  Then, THEN, there was the giant sucking and blowing interview with David Byrne, so famous for being famous for so many thousands of years that even his impossible to find hits have become impossible to find hits.  Anyone see him on Colbert, regaling the audience with how they had to use horns or something with this girl who just happened along because nothing else worked for their computer exchanges, and how they’d send each other garbled computer files and sometimes get it wrong but. . .IT STILL WORKED!!!?  Well, that is Byrne in a nutshell, and it takes Jian to love that.  Oh, to be a dilettante.  Yes, yes, I’m really—no I mean really—envious of that.

--You’re homophobic/racist.

When you can look around the whole blog, and of course, duh, just look at the two old posts on Ghomeshi, and see pro-Kurt comments, and the like, then you’re just being really, really stupid.  But the point for many responders is to be just that—to respond to one thing they don’t like and be done with it.  Fine.  Next up?  Race.  Well, fine, but look around the blog, and you will find charges like that equally untenable and comical.  And to pretend that public and private organs have not explicitly and overtly emphasized a particular target area, and publicly declared freezes on others, is to let yourself in on a world of hurt, legally speaking.  Do such measures necessarily militate against a meritocracy?  I doubt it.  But should you fear the debate? 

--Jian brings in the young demographic!!

This is the oldest shibboleth in the world.  It is so beyond tired I can’t even believe it’s coming up again, but come up again it will, and it will, routinely, in the Glib n’ Stale, say, every few months.  Ok, I’m game.  Kids love Jian (??), so now CBC is just the hottest thing in the land!!!  And it’s all b/c of Jian.

Yeah, sure.  No, yeah, suurrrre.  Show us the stats, then.  Jian DOES NOT bring in younger audiences.  Jian is a middle-aged man with middle-aged interests.  All he can do or has ever done was appeal to a different kind of middle-aged listener.  Ever listened to one of his “essays”?  You may say: “but it’s pablum, kids eat that!!  No, kids hate it; it’s just a different kind of senior who appreciates pablum.  I’m really reluctant to bring something that’s just personal and anecdotal into this blog and about CBC, but I can tell you that the trajectory I’ve traced, and one that just about any other CBC listener I can think of has traced, is that their listenership and loyalty to the CBC has just gone down and down and down as the days have gone by.  No, their kids aren’t listening to Jian.  They’re finding hipper things their parents are sometimes also into.  Hey, I like it—ultimately I support CBC, so if there’s lots of you out there who love Jian (like the 66-year-old who hates me lately said), then good.  But if CBC wants a “younger demographic,” then it should try hiring a “younger host.”  It happens.  All around the world, it happens.  Give it a try.  I’d probably listen to him or her.  Give me younger anyday.

--zr
{{4 years, 4 posts on this blog.

(I don't blame you for getting bored, but I've as much a right and a responsibility as anyone to be held to complete account for what I have written.)

The first post, the one that EVERYONE read:
The Ever-Incredibly Depressing Jian Ghomeshi of CBC’s Q -- 17/09/2011

The next and final post, that a few read.
The Ever-Incredibly Depressing Jian Ghomeshi of CBC’s Q -- redux 02/03/2012

3rd post (that a few more read):
My decision to at last address some of the so many comments I got about my *2* Ghomeshi posts (my antique internet attitude has always been that you can respond and say whatever you want to say, and I won't editorialize.  However, after many comments, I decided to take up a few of the most common ones).
The ever-incredibly depressing Jian Ghomeshi treedux -- 11/02/2013

The recent post, that a few have read, now that he's really famous (and a post that's already starting to look really antique, like the once-powerful "Copps-May-Shelaghlah Swoonferit Theory of General Sexual Moral Infallibility"):
50 Shades of Jian Ghomeshi: Parsing Jian’s Infinite Self-Regard -- 28/10/2014}}

 

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Why There Is No Left, Left (and Francis Fukuyama)


((Perhaps like Francis, I bit off more than I could chew. I started this post and set it aside for a while, but still I decided to finish and post.  Whatever you may think of anything I say, at least I try to offer some points.  Francis, given the opportunity in numerous powerful fora across the world, took only the opportunity to say that things were “highly puzzling and complex,” and added very little else. (Yes, we all write books—a basic function of anyone who wants to write a book is to provide a précis or an abstract; if you really want to, or just plain have to, then you just have to and you will.  If you have a point to make, you will make it, so it is no valid criticism to say Francis also had a book but made puzzlingly little effort to précis it in any meaningful way.  .  .he could have and didn’t.  At least I tried.))

 Under the title of “America’s Plutocracy,” one-time darling of the right Francis Fukuyama has now written a querulous op-ed about why poor Americans always support the most right-wing candidates who do them the most damage and exploit them the most.  (You can read the whole book, or failing that read excerpts everywhere, like here: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/commentary/money-power-and-class-in-america/article4666223/)  His insights, perhaps predictably from his eyrie, are bleary.

 Fukuyama seems ready to assert a plutocracy, but he’s lean, lean, lean on details as to how this came about.  Take this excerpt:

 
It has come as a surprise to many on the left that Mr. Romney – the “sneering plutocrat,” in the words of New York magazine’s Jonathan Chait – has pulled alongside or even ahead of Mr. Obama in some polls. They shouldn’t be so shocked. Money, power and class continue to play out in American politics in highly complex and puzzling ways. Plutocracy has kept the system going despite the enormous policy failures it has generated, not to exclude the recent crisis. And it just might push one of its prime beneficiaries, Mitt Romney, to a victory at the polls next month.

 
First of all, it isn’t a surprise to people on the left.  It stopped being that a long time ago, arguably decades ago.  Shocked?  From where he sits, I doubt that is a verb Fukuyama can even estimate the meaning of, unless he visited himself as a wild-eyed Republican radical gameboy a quarter of a century ago.  “Money, power, and class. . .play out. . . in highly complex and puzzling ways.”  Good one, Francis.  Thanks for your insight.  Now have another drink. 

 This, this is what Fukuyama has come to, chiding people for not realizing they’re being ripped off and their country, and western, success and mores are being sunk because it’s “highly puzzling and complex”?  Good of him to be so highlily and puzzlingly “complex.”  Next time I’m trying to solve a puzzle, I’ll call you, Francis.  Four letters, meaning unaccustomed to insight, lacking oppressive wit, or just being a patronizing gasbag. . .hm.

Well, since so few others are willing to take a shot, but since it is (or I hope is at least starting to be) on a lot of people’s minds, let’s have a go. Let’s try to answer the question of why the people (coal miners, autoworkers, cashiers, etc.) who can least benefit from, or afford to support right-wing candidates, have become their greatest supporters.  Let’s try to answer that question, of why the poorest people support the most right-wing candidates, just like in good ol’-Mussolini days (by the way, did he really make the trains run on time, or did he just run them over you if you didn’t support him?  Anyone with knowledge, feel free to remark.)

 Anything I will suggest will naturally blend into, bleed into other ideas you or I might have, but to try to prevent the kaleidoscope from crushing into a maroon-black centre, I will try to separate them out (a bit). 

1)  Let’s go back to the beginning.  Reagan wins, Gorbachev acquiesces, capitalism wins, communism loses.  Ok.  But look at things now.  Rampant communist-capitalist country (China) wins, capitalist-oligarch system returns with a bang (Russia), and former “socialist” satellites like Poland and Slovenia and Slovakia and the Czech Republic rocket ahead.  Turns out these last countries kind of like things they grew accustomed to under communism, like health-care, transit, and so on.  Throughout most of the United States, “transit” is a word you could only encounter in a Latin class at Harvard, but in Europe, it’s used to increase efficiency and productivity and enhance capitalist goals.  A person can travel at night in Romania, but in Tennessee?  Get serious. And that’s a problem, if you want to have an economy, much less a community or a country.

2)  Let’s take on the obvious, the so-called demise of unions.  Well, union voters never were or are left-wing voters or Democrats.  Statistically, that can be proven.  Most union voters admired the boss and wanted to be like him, even if capitalist state structures made it virtually impossible they ever could be.  What unions do, and what the right knows, is something far more insidious—they create, as the right knows, that one thing most anathema to the right—community.  People get together.  They talk.  (Family, amongst the right, doesn’t mean “family values”—it means “my family, right or wrong.”) They share insights and family goals and gossip and information.  They have BBQs, play softball.  They realize they’re all in this together, and have a mutual stake in making their lives better.  If you look at the media, it’s all about wages and strikes, but if you look to the strategists of the right, you know what they’re trying to undermine.  Why did American slave-buyers make an explicit point of separating families, mothers and fathers from children?  Why did American slave-buyers make sure no slaves came from the same West African village?  Because if they did, they could _communicate_.  And if you’re in the top 1%, the last thing in the world you want is for the bottom 99 to be able to communicate.

So yes, unions, in the formal sense, have been withering, but it isn’t because of strikes or agitation for higher wages—it’s because the increasingly powerful 1% has determined that working people must not be allowed to communicate.  A 2% or a 4% wage increase is irrelevant; an engaged, informed, interested workplace is sheer terror for the right.

3) So tiresome it’s not even worth bringing up, but here we go.  Only an American could think this, but an American I know pointed out that, sure, a lot of people in America were toothless and dirt-poor, and would never, ever eat anything more than raccoon, but they were embodied (embalmed, drunk?) with the idea that, if they ever did discover oil on their land, or somewhere, they sure didn’t want anybody else taxing them.  If they won the lottery, or a distant uncle left them oil shares in a will, then no G-man was ever gonna take it away. Call it anticipatory or pre-emptive selfishness. It’s the American dream, a fantasy the nightmare of which so many Americans end up living out, especially if they get sick and lose everything because of medical bills.  The idea that someday you’ll just somehow get rich, like on TV.  Lord knows how long most Americans carry this dream into their middle and old ages, but many do.  They really think one day they’re going to get rich, and when they don’t, they want to make sure that no-one tries to make their Cokes cost .01 to .02 more.  It is to weep.

4) But that feeds into education.  Education rates have been embarrassingly low in the US forever, and they have been getting lower for a long time in Canada owing to the ongoing separation of classes and increasing inaccessibility of higher education.  If you can keep people stupid, you can keep them thinking that, somehow, with their toothless grins, they, too, will turn out to be Romneys.  Say nothing of girls in Afghanistan or Pakistan; there are probably countless black girls in Texas, or native girls in northern Canada, who’d take a bullet in the head if they could get an education and escape the cycle of hopelessness they’ve been born to.  When was the last time a U.S. politician’s son or daughter was harmed in an American war?  That’s now left to poor people who will sign up to take a bullet because it may be the only shot at grappling out of poverty that they can imagine.  Keep the people in a nasty, brutish, and mean state of fear and aggressiveness, and they will not think about making common cause with others.

5) And then there is technology and how that affects interaction.  Facebook and so on, blah, blah, it seems too tiresome even to discuss.  But people increasingly see themselves as private islands and VIPs.  Even in despair, on notecards, teens take to the web to express their individual hopelessnesses and have them magnified a thousand times over.  Young people could never imagine actually joining a political party and sitting through meetings and consulting with others and trying to make a positive difference.  No, that’d take too long.  Thus, NGOs and eco-tourism and the like are much more popular.  Students I’ve known shave their heads for cancer and think that’s resume material, that they should get a special commendation for it.  I imagine I’ve known over 10 000 post-secondary students, but I’d be hard-pressed to think of more than about 3 who could actually give a care about politics.  But volunteer at a food bank?  Oh sure, because that gives instant feelgood gratification and can go on your resume.  Try to do something about why we’d even need food banks in some of the very richest places on the entire planet?  No, that wouldn’t be cool, wouldn’t give that immediate sense of being a great person.  You can shave your head and go on facebook, but going to a meeting and eating old donuts and drinking lousy coffee in somebody’s apartment does not, not cut it on facebook.  If the only way you can imagine expressing yourself is on strictly individual terms, then you’re either right-wing, or, yeah, you’ll spend a few months in Ghana building a water pump that will break down when you’re on the plane home and then get a job with a bank.  Sure, people are disaffected with politics, for countless reasons—when have they never not been?  But I hold to my point—that a technologically enabled sense of the person as island has contributed to an increasing unwillingness to engage in grassroots change-positive action.  Signed a petition on facebook lately?  Good for you.  Might as well put “brushed my teeth” on your resume.

6) This last does come to the democratic deficit.  It used to be that just about any party would urge people to “get out and vote!” because that was kind of an obvious, universally sanctioned thing to say, like “take care!” or “don’t drink and drive.”  But, of course, in the age of robo-calling and voter suppression and attack ads and the like, the mantra is more like “please slip on the ice and have to go to the hospital on voting day.”  Harper has imbibed all the tactics steeped in experience by his Republican mentors, and he knows that, if he can just slice and dice the electorate finely enough, the base and 5% is all he needs.  Ergo, yes, disaffect everyone you possibly can, and turn them off politics as much as you possibly can, through sleazy tactics, illegal campaign donations winked at by meaningless bodies like Elections Canada and bystander courts, proroguing, and so on and on.  Keep the people out, and you will keep the left out, too.  The closer you can get to 1% doing all the voting, the closer you get to Atlas shrugging at the wimps on the beach he commands.

7a) And this suggests the fourth estate, a concept one can only find in old dictionaries now.  Time was, the media had a role in informing people about what was going on, but, with the mainstream media being univocally right and increasingly concentrated, what few progressive voices are heard in local papers or on public stations are like whispered prayers in a stadium full of vuvzelas.  Now more than ever, journalists fear losing their jobs for not supporting right-wing causes, and/or desire above all to emulate their masters, so that, like a, say, Mike Duffy, they can eat soft donuts in a plush leather chair all day if they want.  Many know this one, with the “journalist” gushing over the criminal: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtRkZ3i1ERQ

7b) But oh we do have lots of media, that 24-hr news cycle that turns a major issue into a one-minute hit, like a 400-page omnibus bill supplants a past process which would have seen legislation studied and mulled.  That 24-hr news cycle breeds contempt for politicians we are familiar with, and like our general computer world, makes us fatigued at the notion of having to spend more than 140 characters thinking about anything.  It was funny trying to watch relatively sober organs like the New York Times Magazine dutifully trying to come up with serious features, week after week, about cartoonish, inane Republican candidates like Michelle Bachmann and Herman Cain and Rick Perry who were the 24-hr news cycle’s flavours of the week.  There simply was no there, there.  Back in the day, people like that wouldn’t even have made the first cut of media attention.  But 24-hr news makes us insatiable for Palins and their spinoff shows and the spinoff shows of the offspring, and so on.  Politicians themselves simply can’t be, or become, or afford to be reflective.  They’ve got to propose the simplest solutions to the most complex problems, the father of which in recent Canadian history is Presto Manning.

8) Related to some if not most of the above, is a loss of secular belief, a faith in ourselves that we all could actually do something positive that would benefit us all.  We can now only see ourselves on facebook (with lots of friends), or, if we’re lucky, tv.  In the 1990s, Ontario’s Mike Harris government, keen for right-wing cred, helped a private consortium to just go ahead and build a private toll highway, the 407.  The public sector could have built that, and the public could have reaped the gains.  Everyone knows Ontario is in a hard place right now, so why can’t anybody fathom why it is perverse that the millions upon millions of dollars that *could* have flowed right back to Ontario citizens are now flowing into a few private clutches?  Casino billionaire (a man who takes jobs from others) Sheldon Adelson spent, at a very modest estimation, 53 million to try to elect first Gingrich, then Romney (http://www.forbes.com/sites/stevenbertoni/2012/11/08/why-sheldon-adelsons-election-donations-were-millions-well-spent/).  How many jobs could $53M create, in America or anywhere?  53 million.  Think about it.  Shelley could have built a factory to employ disaffected Republicans for decades and kept 100s of them in work until they were pensioned off.  They could have made. . .bumper stickers, or license plates.

9) Penultimate closing thought.  It was interesting to see some of Ken Burns’ documentary about the Oklahoma Dust Bowl of the dirty 30s lately, and to read in the New York Times magazine lately about the basketball franchise there.  Singly or doubly, these media emanations offered intriguing data.  OK always was a Republican state, but during the dust bowl, FDR did his best, and told it like it was, that no president could control the weather.  The government offered employment and did what it could, and OK went Democrat for a time (cf. the essentially duly reviled fleeing Brit R. B. Bennett in Canada, whose austerity buggies were but the wry name representing real sacrifice of people more stoic than prineer anywhere).  Despite the incredible privations, the suicides and so forth, it doesn’t look like anyone just up and starved. That didn’t seem to happen.  There was a government.  It wasn’t like New Orleans lately. Then OK went back Republican and is now.  But after it was bombed by a white-supremacist far-right looney tune, OKC began to rebuild.  And rebuild how?  Well, duh, by beginning to work together on things, and actually *accepting* things like penny-fraction civic taxes so that roads and galleries and monuments and parks and so forth could get built.  So it just goes to show that you don’t need to be far-right anti-tax in order to progress; you can be a Republican, and have a park.  Incredible.  If only the Canadian government could go on a fact-finding mission to Oklahoma.

10)  A closing thought.  So much has been written about how the Republicans are so out of touch with the changing demographics of America that they will have a hard time getting re-elected again without moderating their policies.  Probably that’s an overstatement, but there’s much to it, still and all—if Republicans can’t appeal to more than just the old white men, paraphrasing the much criticized but not so inaccurate words of candidate Obama, who cling to their guns (and Bibles they can’t read much less comprehend), then the Republicans are in trouble.  But things change.  I am more worried about the demographics in Canada.  I’m not eager to see a coalition of the NDP and the Liberals, but there is much to be said for MP Pat Martin’s point that, given our non-representative political system, Harper can be Prime Minister until he gets bored just by getting 1/3 of voters to vote for him.  That is a democracy?  And the PM has wasted no time while he’s been PM trying to shut down voters—robocalling false voting stations, using lying attack ads, sucking up taxpayer money on government propaganda ads that Putin studies with envy—even wasting your money and mine—close to a million of it—to find out how much the ethnic vote (read: Asians and Indians) likes him.  This is *your* government, spending *your* money to promote itself and self-strategize (http://www.thestar.com/news/canada/article/1287450--immigration-ministry-paid-for-media-monitoring-of-minister-jason-kenney-s-image), but apparently it’s of little consequence to Canadians.  Funner to shave one’s head to fight cancer, instead.  Pity no-one can find a link between shaving heads and creating accountable systems that maximize results.  Want to crowdsource?  Try not shaving your head.  Try supporting your dying buddy by having a meeting to get together people to try to come up with a way to figure out how we can maximize health care dollars and affect or create government towards providing the best cures for the greatest number of people, including your buddy/mom/friend, etc.  No?  Not cool enough?  Sorry.

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