The Westerners

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Gee whiz, can you believe it, Canada! Premiers Scott Moe (Saskatchewan) and Danielle Smith (Alberta) want to play ball with the Mad King of the South. Alberta wants to continue drinking bourbon and keep selling its tar sands oil to the USA, and Saskatchewan wants to keep pumping potash into American agribusiness. So much for a Team Canada approach to dealing with Trump’s Terrible Tariffs.

Keep in mind that both Alberta and Saskatchewan are part of the original “western alienation” movement that sprang from the federal government’s stance on national control of natural resources when the two areas became provinces in 1905. Based on their oil and cattle economies, Texas and Alberta seem made for each other, while Saskatchewan matches the oil pumping and dry land farming culture of some of the Great Plains states.

The majority of these US States and two provincial populations also tend to be socially conservative and fiercely supportive of individual rights and local resources over the collective national good. Politically, the old joke about “What happens when you cross a Texan with a Dakotan? Why, you get a conservative voting white, Christian Albertan!” rings all too true.

However, stereotyping is not helpful to constructive conversation. And considering my wife and I were married in Kananaskis, Alberta on the banks of the Bow River under the gaze of the Three Sisters mountain peaks, separation does not include some of my best friends. That and the memories of Grasslands National Park in Val Marie, Saskatchewan as the most unique landscape on our cross-country trip for Canada’s 150th makes that province’s separation not open for discussion .

Canada is a unique coast to coast to coast experiment immersed in First People’s culture, colonial exploration and exploitation, resistance to American Republicanism, an outgoing, if sometimes superficial politeness, a sense of social justice, realization that we all “come from away,” and that “here” is where we choose to be. We are lobster, maple syrup, corn, wheat, beef and salmon. We are wood, hydro, uranium, aluminum, and steel. We are either paddling our canoe to safe harbours or dragging us back into the maelstrom.

To the fringe far right wing in Alberta and Saskatchewan, and the young protesters in Quebec, it’s time to decide if you are on Team Canada or time to get out of the canoe and sink or swim on your own. Swim south down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico!

This is no time for Lily dippers.The way I see it.

*****

Skid Crease, Caledon

On a Happier Note …

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In tumultuous times it’s wise to reflect on the random acts of kindness that keep us human. To calm myself down this morning after hearing about The Donald’s desire to rename Lake Ontario as Lake America, I recalled a chance meeting at my bank the other day.

It was one of those long line-up days where every teller was dealing with customers wanting credit cards or mortgage check-ups. To distract myself I started to focus on the back of the sweatshirt the person in front of me was wearing. It featured two Muskoka chairs in a bright sunset circle. I tapped her on the shoulder and said, “I like your sweatshirt logo – I’d love to be sitting there right now.”

The woman turned around with a sunshine smile and said, “Me too!” One question led to another and then to a discussion about our common love of the beauty of nature. I told her about the recent overnight camp I had done with children, and how awed they were with the sunset and sunrise they experienced. The wait in line flew by, and we shook hands and exchanged names before it was our turn at the teller’s booths. I left the bank with a smile.

A few days later, I was walking my dog around our neighbourhood when I heard my name being called. “Skid! I thought that was you.” I looked up into that sunshine smile once again. It was my new friend from the bank! “Hi, Andrea,” I said. “Do you live around here?” And yes, she did. Turns out we are one street apart and she knew the family that had given us our dog. We parted with a wave and a smile. New friends in the hood. When the universe throws us a lemon, it also gives us a chance to make lemonade.

We all need more Andrea moments. The way I see it.

Canada Sucks?

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Well, so says Howard Lutnick, the USA Secretary of Commerce. The actual quote, when Lutnick commented on Canada’s negotiating strategy is: “That is, like, the worst strategy I’ve ever heard. They suck, they — look, we are a $30-trillion economy, right?”

Meet the man who derailed the Trade Talks between Canada and the USA. They were going well until Tariff loving, Trump adoring Howard Lutnick jumped into the negotiations. Howard is a Canada hater. And, while boasting about their $30-trillion economy, he neglected to mention he $40 Trillion debt facing the USA due to Trump deal making.

Granted, Howard Lutnick’s expertise on sucking cannot be denied. After all those trips to Epstein’s underage party Island as the “financial adviser” to a financial adviser paedophile, not to mention his unabashed loyalty to the current moronic man-child misdirecting that 30 trillion dollar economy, Howard certainly knows how to suck up to people in power.

We get known by the company we keep, Mr. Lutnick. As we say here in Canada, Howard, “Phoque yeux,” and then “Phoque oeuf!” The way I see it.

The Gang of Five: 1 down, 4 to go

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  • For a full term in our current Caledon Council, we witnessed the negative impact of Strong Mayor Powers on democracy. We also witnessed a record of voting block blindness that boggled the imagination. The infamous “Gang Of Five” voted as a team on almost every issue that challenged the line between developer influence and citizen concerns.

Well, with our Strong Mayor suddenly announcing her retirement after her multi-thousand dollar  private fundraiser gala, we are one down, with four to go. Out of those four, only one is running unchallenged in his Ward. One is challenging for Mayor, and the other two are seeking re-election in their Wards.

The rest of the current list of candidates for Council consists either of Real Estate agents from Brampton, or Developers from Brampton, including a former Councillor seeking election as Mayor. Only one Councillor seeking election as Mayor represents the rural/urban composite that is Caledon.

Only five current candidates for Councillor positions are uncontaminated by the last term’s dictatorial behaviour. Let’s wake up, do our homework, and vote accordingly. The decision will obviously be up to Caledon’s constituents. I have my list of preferred current candidates based on track record, defence of democracy in Caledon, social justice and environmental literacy support, and no fear of speaking their truth to power.

And I can assure you that no member of the Group of Five will ever receive my support in a Caledon election. You are either with the people or with the Developers. Greed is not good, the way I see it.

Skid Crease, Caledon

The Song of Water

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I have recently returned from an overnight camping experience that renewed my belief that we all need to spend more time listening to the grand liturgy of the universe. After a full twenty-four hours of a beautiful sunset, a four winds campfire, starry skies, and a magically brilliant sunrise, the awe that was experienced by the children was humbling. It was proof indeed that the old adage: “children are healthier when in respectful contact with nature” was all too true.

Best of all was when those children passed our cosmic stories and their feelings on to their parents. It was one of those experiences that made me reflect on Gaugin’s three great existential questions: “From where did we come? What are we? To where are we going?”  A few days later, in a late night writing zone, this poem formed in my head and simply flowed out.

 

             The Song of Water

The song of water is the rhythm of our birth
It is the heartbeat of a warm salt ocean
In which we are the blind umbilicalled explorers.

The song of water is the rush
That pushes us out into the light
We cry for the loss of its warmth.
We cry in the room of sterile cold.

The song of water is bath time,
Bubbles and splashes and
Warm towels and snuggles.
We giggle with the water.

The song of water is the surge
Of waves on the shore, endlessly.
A rhythm that matches our heartbeat.
We listen and breathe a sigh of remembrance.

The song of water is a wild river,
Is an untamed coastline, is a
Quiet pond. is a drip of dew.
It is a thundering rainstorm!

And when we lay our head down
And take that last long, deep breath,
The sound of water is a song
That beats with our heart.

The song of water is the rhythm of our death
The slowing waves against the shore.
A quiet night, a soft wind. A deep sigh.

And silence.