Archive for July 2010
A letter in the July 5th issue of McLean’s magazine really shows the woolly-headedness of the left. Someone you have never heard of, named Irene Gammel, evidently some apparatchik of Ryerson University, that oh-so-politically correct bastion of all things multi-cult as long, well, as they aren’t Jews of course. Oh, and they aren’t particularly keen on white men either. They are okay with white women as long as they are lesbian man-haters. Stay at home Moms are as welcome as someone with diarrhoea at a hot tub party.
Anyway, apparently Gammel “co-edited” a bit of leftish nonsense entitled Anne’s World: A new Century of Anne of Green Gables.
Evidently, Gammel and author Helen Hoy, have re-created the story’s heroine as a child with fetal alcohol syndrome – itself a creation of the loony left – and mental illness. All evidently, to be about “diversity of cultures, identities and perspectives.” Ack! Gag me with a spoon.
Lucy Maud Montgomery created Anne as a fictional character to tell a story, a story of fiction. You remember fiction? As in made up.
But these card-carrying members of the loony left have to try and recreate a much-loved piece of Canadian fiction in their own woolly-headed image.
I am so tired of the left. The next time they are right on anything will be the first time.
I am, for the record, absolutely angry with BC Premier Gordon Campbell’s handling of the HST and the apparent way he deliberately obfuscated the issue during the spring campaign of 2009.
But, and this but is bigger than Libby Davies’, if Carole James, the leader of the BC NDP and Jim Sinclair, the head of the BC Federation of Labour, are against it, then clearly it must, by definition, be worthy of support.
And there’s the paradox.
Thousands have signed petitions in the campaign steered by the long past his ‘Best by’ date, Bill vanDerZalm, against the HST. Have they examined the nature and structure of the tax? I doubt it.
But one has to wonder how much of this is created by a visceral anti-tax reaction, something of which, I might add, I possess in abundance.
There have been a number of things done by the Campbell government that I haven’t liked, not the least being the way the HST was foisted upon us with nary a word of consideration with those who actually have to pay it. But then, I am still smarting over Campbell’s aquiesence to the BCGEU back in 2003 just when he had them on the ropes.
But there is no way in Hell I am prepared to return to the rule of those idealogical idiots who inhabit the NDP. Not a chance would I want to see BC return to the dark days of the 90’s. With the election of the NDP in 1991 until their demise, mired in scandal in 2001, those ego-centric, idealogical idiots, managed to take the BC economy from first to worst in the country. Even Newfoundland, the perennial weak sister of Confederation, had a better economic performance. That’s a monumental amount of incompetence.
Hands up anyone who wants to give the levers of power to the shrill and shallow Carole James. Not in this lifetime or the next I say.
Let’s not forget that James is propped up by Sinclair the other loud opponent of the HST. He’s the head of the BC Fed. The union funded organization that is against anything business and for anything that doesn’t involve that curse word “profit.”
Unions, in my opinion, have outlived their original purpose which was the protection of their members. And I say that as the son of a career union member and a former member of four different unions in my working life. They are nothing more than political operatives of the left and protectors of those who feel entitled but fail to recognize that effort should be the precursor to reward.
But more than that, they strip all their members of substantial amounts of money and give them exactly … what? Anyone who gives value to his or her employer could negotiate a good deal for themselves. Why? Because any employer will pay for value. Value is not paying some ample bottomed individual to take coffee money in a government cafeteria. Get a marketable skill that doesn’t involve a mop or a stool and chances are you will make a decent living without a union sucking money off your paycheque.
And, while I am on this rant, I am so tired of the rhetoric of the NDP and their union backers. They talk about a living wage. Life is not about having your hand out expecting something you have not earned. Well, unless you are a a paid-up member of the Liberal Party of Canada or the NDP and their collection of Chardonnay socialists.
Or, to quote the venerable Margaret Thatcher, “the problem with socialism is that sooner or later you run out of other people’s money.”
In my father’s day, the unions existed to protect workers from exploitive employers. But in this day and age, there are laws in every jurisdiction to prevent employers from exploiting any employee. The employment standards in every province across this country must be adhered to by each and every employer. Never mind the various Human Rights tribunals that have moved from the sublime to the ridiculous.
Unions have evolved into members’ money-sucking political machines of the left. And nothing more, despite whatever protestations to the contrary you may be assaulted with from the likes of Jim Sinclair, Sid Ryan, Buzz Hargrove or the biggest blowhard of them all, Ken Georgetti, head of the Canadian Labour Congress. Evidently, they won’t be satisfied until they have achieved a universal level of mediocrity.
I was in the Calgary airport recently and watched several members of the Teamsters going into the Air Canada lounge. I guess traveling business class on members’ dues is de rigeur for the entitled of the left.
At any rate, these scions of the labour movement were wearing black t-shirts with their logo on the back arranged in biker style with a top rocker, logo and a bottom rocker. One had a baseball cap referring to himself as a thug. They looked like bikers but they weren’t, they were union executives. Or, more accurately, they looked like union executives being biker wannabes. But the message they were espousing was clear. They were tough. They were the Teamsters. They were to be feared.
These are the allies of the political left.
It doesn’t matter whether we are discussing that hopey-changey master of rhetoric inhabiting the White House, Carole James or the self-righteous “co-editor” of the ludicrous re-casting of Anne of Green Gables as an FAS suffering, psychotic, one-legged Nigerian lesbian bus driver, I am so tired of the protestations of the left.
Even if I have to suffer through the HST and another term of Gordon Campbell.
For those of us who thought that politicians would do anything to get elected and then justify it by saying the end justifies the means, I give you, as evidence the truth of that statement, Bill Clinton.
Clinton, whose only lasting legacy of eight years in the White House is a stain on Monica Lewinsky’s dress, spoke at Robert C. Byrd’s memorial yesterday. He justified the fact that Byrd had joined the Ku Klux Klan by saying he was just trying to get elected, as if that alone makes everything okay.
Byrd, who died last week at the age of 92, was the longest serving member of the US Senate and the undisputed King of Pork. There are more buildings, roads, highways, bridges and what not named after him in West Virginia than any other Congressman or Senator in history in all the other states combined. He turned an office in the Capitol into the epitome of the practice of selling his vote in return for government largesse to his state. And then, to top it off, ensured the result was named after him.
Do anything to get elected, including joining the KKK to get the votes of the good ol’ boys then, once elected, engage in political extortion, that is the legacy celebrated by Bill Clinton and the Speechmaker-in-Chief Barack Obama yesterday.
Have these people no shame?
Sorry, stupid question. But really, how could the supposedly liberal, big tent party leaders like hopey-changey Obama and their eminence grise, Clinton, support a man who was an unequivocal racist? According to Clinton, in referring to Byrd’s early tryst with the Klan, it is explained simply: “I’ll tell you what it means. He was a country boy from the hills and hollers of West Virginia, he was trying to get elected. And maybe he did something he shouldn’t have done, and he spent the rest of his life making it up. And that’s what a good person does. There are no perfect people. There are certainly no perfect politicians.”
Just trying to get elected Bill? I’m not sure that is quite true. In fact, Byrd organized 150 or so of his nearest and dearest to start a chapter of the KKK. He held first the title of “Kleagle”, chief recruiter and then was elected “Exalted Cyclops”, the head guy in his chapter. This was far from a flirtation.
In 1944 Byrd wrote to a segregationist Senator in Mississippi on the issue of Blacks in the military. It seems he held some pretty strong views.
“I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side … Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds,” said Byrd to Senator Theodore Bilbo.
Now, I don’t know about you, but that sounds suspiciously like the guy really believed in white supremacy.
And oddly enough, he was the only Senator who voted against the nominations of both Thurgood Marshall and Clarence Thomas to the Supreme Court. Any guesses what they had in common? Just the colour of their skin.
Neither Clinton, who proclaimed himself the first Black President nor Obama, the actual first Black President, distinguished themselves yesterday at the Byrd memorial.
The hypocrisy is palpable.