Clearcut Woodlands

Well, André Boisclair's gone.

Gone.

He's not dead or anything, though politically he might aswell be. After thoroughly bungling the last election campaign and getting the smallest party representation the PQ has reeled in over the past thirty years, the heat was on for him to step down; it finally got too hot for him, today.

This is good news for Québecois. This is bad news for Québecois. Really, it's both.

For the next few months, at least, the separatist representation in the national assembly will be in disarray, leaving the Liberals and the Action Démocratique to get on with the business of actually governing. I mean, I know it's a stretch, but maybe with less hysterical interjection, the floor of the national assembly will be open to actual progress within the framework of its new minority.

Further, the discord that the citizens of Québec will be witnesses to within the party should help to drag voters kicking and screaming away from the nationalists. Unfortunately, this is far less likely than I dare hope. The more likely situation is far more unpleasant, politically.

Pierre Curzi & Pauline Marrois are well liked by the Party and they're well liked by the province and one of the two is definitely next in line for the PQ hotseat. What's worse; both are competent. That's the worst combination we could ever come across: nationalism and competence. The last time that combination came onto the political scene, we had a referendum. In fact, we've had referendums both times that combination has come onto Québec's political scene.

René Lévesques, Jacques Parizeau, Lucien Bouchard... It was scary how charismatic, competent and just plain crazy those guys were. I fear a ressurgence.

Dessicated Journalists

Last year was the deadliest on record for journalists with over a hundred men and women dead, the world over. Investigations into the deaths have shown that a great many of these deaths were deliberate and premeditated murders. While a significant proportion were the result of collateral damage - attached to military units that fell under attack and the like - the fact that so many people were killed intentionally for reporting what they saw is frightening.

Unfortunately, it isn't surprising. Men in charge, on all sides of these conflicts, are all subject to public opinion, both directly and indirectly. The primary mission of a journalist is to ensure that his fellow citizens are informed and knowledgeable, so as to allow for the smooth flow of the democratic process; in that capacity, they hold immense power over the power-hungry politicos and the leaders of those countries which might become their targets. It is no surprise that when, every so often, a journalist comes upon information that could put either in a very bad situation, well... Those same power-hungry politicos and the people who may become their targets might find it convenient if that journalist were to suddenly... Er... Disappear.

This is, of course, as are most such actions, directly calculated to screw people out of their democratic prerogative.Which people are being screwed? Well, us, of course. We are being deliberately kept blind at a disturbingly high price. Unfortunately it isn't within our power to make this stop. This isn't a legislative matter and it isn't an administrative matter; what is happening to these journalists is immoral, illegal and downright wrong and the only thing we can do, as citizens of a free and safe western "democracy," is to thank them.

These brave men and women go into dangerous situations on an alarmingly regular basis so that we may remain safe and free and their job may just be as important and significant as any soldier, peacekeeper or officer's serving in the most volatile warzones. We owe them - well, the responsible ones - our freedom just as much as we do any veteran of any of the great wars.

It is shameful that our freedom should have to cost so much, but as they say: freedom isn't free. Sometimes we can only keep it by accepting the generosity of others.

Appointees Suck

The senate has officially screwed us. Let me say that clearly; the senate, a group of people appointed by people who have a vested interest in having a complacent oversight group, has gone and fucked us in the asshole. With a penis.

Jest aside, the fact that we now (barring Michaëlle-Jean's vetoing the ratified law) have a fixed election date - October 19th, every four years, as of 2009, for information purposes - is bad news. In the system we've been used to, the opposition parties did have to face the rather mild unpleasantness of the incumbent party being the group to fix the election date, which affected preparedness, after a fashion. This was a tradeoff we lived with because we saw what the alternative - what we've now adopted - means, just south of our border.

A fixed election date does a number of things which are actively detrimental to the function of our government and which are just fucking annoying; in the first place, suddenly we go from election campaigns which last, at most, a couple of months to the monstrous, two year long campaigns of the United States. Which is annoying, though it is not detrimental in and of itself, unfortunately, its immediate consequences are.

Long and fixed election campaigns focus the attention of our already incompetent government away from the work of governance; the political parties, for years at a time, become more focussed on gaining or maintaining power, than on making sure the country runs smoothly - this is a lesser problem in the USA because it is a country which imposes term limits on presidential candidates; here, where the possibility of a Maurice Duplessis-style dictatorship still exists, it is downright dangerous.

I'm going to write my MP to urge that a repeal of this law be proposed; Canadian parties have become proficient at coping with a suddenly announced election date and the incumbent advantage is negligeable. The benefits - short campaigns and government focus - of non-fixed election dates far outweigh that small detriment. Our political process, with its first-past-the-post system, unelected senators and symbolic monarchy needs all the benefits it can get.

Metro Lines and Greenpeace

On my way into Montreal this morning, I was greeted by an announcement on the subway's public address system by a number of influential people from Montreal and Canada's political landscape, starting with Montreal's Mayor, Gérald Tremblay and running through a gamut of people who I'm certain I was supposed to know, but whom I could not care less for; until the voice switched to a man representing Greenpeace who began, at once, to laud the city of Montreal for expanding its public transit system, declaring it a victory for the environment and another step in the journey to combat global warming - or something to that effect.

Leaving aside my views about the global warming issue, and leaving aside the fact that this will, in fact, cut down on greenhouse gas emissions - which is a good thing - I want to focus on the fact that we, as a society, put any stock in a single thing Greenpeace has to say.

It is absolutely stunning to me that Greenpeace, in the current political climate, manages to maintain a positive social image. By any conventional definition the group is an umbrella organization for terrorist groups. Sea-Shepherd and the Animal Liberation Front being two such groups which instantly come to mind. Both groups have either passive or active support, at any given moment, from Greenpeace for actions which are meant to affect political change through violence. Sea-Shepherd rams and sinks whaling boats with reinforced barges. They value the lives of whales above the lives of human beings!

Greenpeace itself engages in misinformation campaigns and contradictory protests which impede economic and political growth between Canada and the USA. A few years ago, Greenpeace blockaded an American Aircraft Carrier, which ran on nuclear power, with a fleet of gasoline-oil mixture burning, internal combustion powered dinghies. At last check, nuclear power produces zero greenhouse gas emissions and IC engines produce a metric fuckload.

We live in a time when terrorists are hunted and killed for their actions - or so we're told - yet here we are, sitting on our laurels while a terrorist organization operates within our own borders to destroy the material basis of our society. Greenpeace is a group dangerous, luddite, misinformed (see their releases about Genetically Modified Food Testing) terrorists who prefer animals and plants to people and who would rather see civilization reduced to ashes than see another old-growth tree get a hunk chainsawed out of its trunk.

Trudeau the Younger

If there is any one person in politics I genuinely do not envy, it's Justin Trudeau, the most politically active son of the late Pierre-Elliot Trudeau. He catches breaks from no one. The anglophones who support him decry him as using his father's legacy to advance his career, which he'd be stupid not to do, and of not having any notable accomplishments or antecedent political positions of note, which is altogether false. The thirty-five year old politician (I'm assured that 35 is pre-pubescent in politician years) has been a successful lobbyist for the better part of a decade, even managing to pry a few million dollars from a conservative government's tightly clenched purse for a social program benefiting kids and cultural exchange.

What's worse than the grudging support of anglophones and different ethnic/immigrated groups is the outright hostility of francophone nationalists. Trudeau might be able to recapture Papineau for the liberals, but he stands not a chance of success off the island, where the Trudeau name is synonymous with pleasant words like "scum" and "gonorrhea." Here, the long memory of the francophones and the skewed historical education system they've implemented is to blame. The october crisis of 1970 is remembered not as it should be - a martial response to a province's quiet support of a terrorist organization operating within Canadian territory - but rather as a massive infringement on the rights of francophones by an english Canada which hates, reviles and despises the french because of their moral, intellectual and cultural superiority. (I don't make this stuff up) Justin Trudeau's father, having been the prime minister to call on the War Measures act in the first place, is seen as the source of all the evil which has been visited upon the french since.

They are fucking twisted sometimes. What this means, though, for Trudeau the younger is that he will have to walk a while yet before he can hope to step out of his father's shadow, which has led to a misunderstanding; this has little or nothing to do with Justin having accomplished little and far more to do with the long shadow cast by his father. In both the positive and negative lights of history, P.-E.T. stands as a monolithic figure in Canadian politics, and expecting his son to stand as tall and accomplish as much in what has been a relatively short career is patently unrealistic. That he seems competent, has actual charisma and seems to genuinely care about the people he represents should be enough and I wish him well in his career.

I do not fully endorse him, he is still young and still has time to surprise us all, one way or the other, but I do urge patience and suggest that he deserves at least one half of a chance.