Goodbye Oxymoron

To write “an interesting time in Canadian politics” would probably lead most to wonder if they had missed the beginning of a joke. That said, the oxymoron was turned on its head quite unexpectedly over the last few days.

Context: we had our federal election in October, shortly before the one in the U.S.; at the time, our minority government – lead by Stephen Harper and the Conservative Party of Canada (right-of-centre) – was challenged by the Liberal Party (centrist) and the three other federal parties: the NDP (left-of-centre), the Bloc Quebecois (Quebec separatist), and the Green Party (this party is too young within Canada to accurately say where they stand on the scale). In short, Harper won (or resumed) another minority government. At a cost of $300 million to the taxpayer at the dawn of an economic recession.

So, last Thursday (just after my moody, dark piece of a few posts ago) the Conservative finance minister announced, in a financial update to the country, three things:

  • they would not offer an stimulus package for sake of the sagging economy until the next budget (in Spring 2009)
  • they would temporarily withhold the right-to-strike for federal public servants
  • they would eliminate the public funding of political parties (ie. their opponents)

In other words, it was perhaps the stupidest, most cynical thing I’ve seen since the days of Mike Harris (Ontario’s former premier, and one of the most divisive, contemptuous politicians to grace the country). Sure, there is no immediate proof to show that the stimulus packages being made in nearly all the G8 countries will have a desired affect. However, in the midst of the nation-wide financial crisis, to basically offer nothing…combined with a thinly-veilled attempt to bankrupt the federal opposition parties. You could hear a mass “wtf” across the country. Hell, even the National Post dedicated a front-page column criticizing the move.

So what happened? Well, the Liberal Party decided to talk to the NDP. The NDP and the Liberals decided to talk to the Bloc. They have decided to form a coalition party which, if ratified by the Governor General (long story), would – without an election – give them a majority of seats in Parliament, and thus change the face of government in a (nearly) historically unprecedented move.

Canadians, politically apathetic as of late – with good reason, I must add – have been glued to their television sets and news sites since this weekend as if they were watching the Stanley Cup finals. It’s potentially an historic moment for the country.

It’s now a question of whether Harper will prorogue parliament – in other words dismiss it in order to avoid a confidence vote in Parliament – or ask the Governor General instead for a new election (and another $300 million). In other words, we could either have a new government in less than two weeks or a new election. Either way, it’s a hammer blow to a self-described “new” government filled with Machiavellian technocrats – and it was their own arrogance which has brought this on.

Amazing…and from a karmic perspective, delicious.

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About The White Squirrel…

It’s funny how you can get used to something as unorthodox as a pure white squirrel.

I had heard of this beast in whispered conversation, but had never seen it until about a year ago. I stopped in my tracks. What. The. Hell…?

Then, last week, I decided to take advantage of the warmer-than-usual weather in Toronto and went to my favourite park to sit and read a book (and eat a croissant). In my peripheral vision, I saw something furry and white moving around the autumn leaves. It was the squirrel. It was foraging just a few feet away from my park bench.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

I started thinking: how does a pure white (not Albino, I’m told) squirrel survive? Surely it’s a fatal genetic inheritance which dogs and hawks have naturally preyed upon.

And yet, the white squirrel continued foraging. In fact, it took interest in my croissant and at one point crept below my feet looking for crumbs. I didn’t move: it’s the choice you make when you see something like this. You don’t want to spoil the moment reaching for your cellphone camera.

I posted the photos on my Facebook profile and suddenly people started commenting or sending me messages, some amazed, some shocked. Was this a joke? A missing evolutionary link? Am I that good with Photoshop?

There’s not much I can say. It’s a white squirrel. It lives by its own rules. All I know is that when I went back to the same spot the next day, expecting it to have moved in nomadic squirrel fashion to another part of the park, it was still there.

I wanted to ask it whether it knew what happened to the unicorns or the manticores. It was busy foraging however, so I left it to live its fascinatingly precarious life.

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And The Winner Is…

As previously noted, Ingrid and I submitted “re-branded” book covers to Bookninja for their contest. Guess what? Even with a handicap of -10 (she is, after all, a professional book designer), Ingrid took first place by popular vote! But wait, there’s more – a selection of the submissions are profiled in the (bloody) Guardian!

Congrats to her. As for my submissions, I placed somewhere in the honourable mentions, but sadly did not have any pieces profiled on the Guardian. I shall live vicariously through her success today.

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Philosophy Blog War: Vote For Me

Yeah, yeah – everyone’s got a contest. However, there are few competitions as unique as NotBean’s Philosophy Blog War. Yes, damn relativism: four contestants with philosophically-oriented blog entries…and only one winner. And you vote for the champ.

And guess what? I’ve got an entry this round, so I hope you’ll judge wisely (and vote for me).

More info about the PhiBloWar (my phrase) here.

Too lazy to cruise over there and decide? Then just vote for me by pressing this button. Easy.

P.S. No, I haven’t forgotten about the NYC photos – I’m very busy these days with things that pay rent, but promise to have some new pics up soon.

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