There are some bloggers who imagine their opinions matter - that they make a real difference, shift Earth's axis. Those bloggers are idiots.
One of these morons accuses me of paving the way for Andrew Scheer's horde to take over this October. Apparently my "sniping" at their idol is meddling with the alignment of the planets.
For the record, I don't think that the readers who visit my blog are the sort that would vote for Andrew Scheer anyway. We disagree on many things but not supporting Andrew Scheer isn't one of them. I don't want that. You don't want that. And these little blogs aren't going to give Scheer a leg up.
Robert Reich's blog may have some discernible impact on the public. George Monbiot's ditto. Mine? Are you adrift from your sanity? Do you see things in the room at night when the lights are off?
I'm gonna guess that you're not really crazy, just sort of. You don't see any of us as some threat to your Justin. What has crawled up your ass and died is a sense that we've betrayed some fealty, a deference we somehow owe to the Liberal prime minister that you fawn over for reasons that escape me.
Reality check. I'm not even a Liberal. I don't belong to that party. No membership card in my wallet. I don't even support the Liberals and haven't for years.
I owe no duty to Justin Trudeau. He is not, to me, the savior of Canada and he's no hell as a prime minister. Those of us who were Liberals during the era of his father can find, in Justin, precious little semblance of Pierre. The father was a fighter, both before and after he entered politics. He was highly educated, a true intellectual, called by some of his critics a "philosopher prince."
We remember the Three Wise Men, Gerard Pelletier, Jean Marchand and Pierre Elliott Trudeau who found each other fighting for asbestos workers against the corrupt regime of Maurice Duplessis.
Pelletier met an old friend drawn to the strike, a fiery labour leader named Jean Marchand. A 29-year-old lawyer who has just returned to Quebec after a world tour also joined them. His name was Pierre Elliott Trudeau. His presence was electrifying.
"At the time," Pelletier wrote, "he had a blond beard, so the striking miners nicknamed him 'St. Joseph'! But when he took the floor at a meeting, they listened to him very attentively. He knew how to speak on matters of justice, democracy and freedom in a way that was highly relevant to the situation."
Trudeau, Pelletier and Marchand would later become known as the "Three Wise Men" from Quebec when Prime Minister Lester Pearson recruited them to run for the federal Liberal party in the early 1960s. All became Cabinet ministers in the Pearson government. The asbestos strike was the first time the three met.
...A year after the strike, Pelletier and Trudeau launched a new publication, Cité Libre, which became the intellectual voice of Quebecers against Duplessis (Soon after, the FBI began a file on Trudeau, concerned that he was at best, left-leaning, and at worst, a Communist.)Your boy, with the school marm manner, wasn't fighting on the picket lines. He wasn't writing radical treatises for a start up journal. He's no great intellectual. His surviving brother eclipses him on that score. The one lost in that icy mountain lake in southeastern BC, he was the intellectual heir to Pierre Trudeau.
If I was to spot you some points I'd call him a mediocre prime minister. Mediocre at best. He's light years nicer than his Tory predecessor. Only we're in a jam today, a very dire predicament. His government's own climate commissioner left no doubt about that in her recent and final report. She's pretty much saying what leading climate scientists have been reporting for years. What she adds is a scorecard on the Dauphin and finds, on the gravest threat facing our nation, your man isn't cutting the mustard. Perhaps he's too busy scrounging up billions we don't have so that he can build pipelines to flood world markets with climate wrecking bitumen.
Don't tell me about all his supposed good works if he's not going to secure the future for our young people, our Greta Thunbergs, and the generations that will follow hers. He's writing their grim future today and he's writing it indelibly with every tankerload of bitumen he puts to sea.
Don't go on about how he can't avoid wrecking the future for our young people because it's not politically practical. If he can't and won't then he's a rank nihilist and no nihilist deserves to be our prime minister.
But, then again, my views of this man and his party pretty much stay right here on this blog. A bunch of people read it but not enough to make any discernible difference to your guy and so, please, just chill out. Besides, you've got much bigger fish to fry, plenty of them. If you want to chew on somebody, there's your meat. It will take more than a blogging pissing contest. That's a fight you'll have to take outside. Only I don't see you going anywhere beyond whinging on blogs.