rant - politics

It is difficult to not be upset over the apparent messing about with people’s right (and obligation) to vote. If half of what is alleged to have occurred did in fact happen, we should all be outraged. It is unfortunate that there does not appear to be an even stronger reaction on the part of the public. Maybe it is because we don’t know who to blame. Personally I don’t have enough information to clearly lay the blame at the feet of the Conservatives. I suspect however, that all of us who are deeply concerned by their attitude around so many things – really want them to be guilty of this too.  

However, perhaps even more disturbing than the possibility that there was yet another interjection of US style manipulation of the voting public, is the outrages responses of the Conservative spokesman. Dean Del Mestro happens to be the MP for the Peterborough. I am embarrassed by his approach which quite simply appears to be – if asked a question- attack the questioner. Last night on the news I heard him say that the Liberals should be forced to release their phone records but not the Conservatives. The reason – he knew the Conservatives were innocent and therefore their records were not needed, but as he knew the Liberals had in fact perpetuated this upon the Canadian people (I paraphrase here), they should release their records. I am sure there are a number of criminals in Canada who would like to use this offense. I am innocent – you should believe me because I say so.

It would seem to me that they are protesting far too much. If all parties have nothing to hide – then for heaven’s sake all of you should lay your cards on the table, let the police do their job and get on with the job you get paid for – governing the country. Failure to voluntarily produce the necessary records should be seen as admission of guilt, for both sides of the House. This silliness of people taking shots at each other across the aisle is not productive.

Surely there can be no doubt that calling people and telling them their poll has been moved is wrong. Can we just get on with it, find out who made the calls and then prosecute those who did? I don’t mean to just prosecute the person who signed the check, but as well the people who said it was okay to do so. And that must mean some senior management people. In the corporate world that conservatives are so keen on referring to as the ideal governance model, the managers are held responsible for what their teams do. That should be true in government as well.

 However in spite of my fantasy of having a parliament that is effective and useful, I suspect that this will drag on for months.  We, as a people, need to be careful that we do not tire of this, that we do not reduce the pressure on Parliament to find the truth.  If want the youth of this country to become politically engaged, they need to know that their vote means something. This is not the way to do that. On the other hand – perhaps the anger over this issue will motivate them to vote in larger numbers.

On a side note…. I can only hope that where there is smoke there is fire. If nothing happened, or if something untoward only happened Guelph, then much of the Liberal’s (and to a much lesser extend the NDP’s) reputation and energy will be shattered for some time. I sure hope they know what they are talking about.

cars and insurance!!

What to rant about first?

My car. It was not a great car. While it was incredibly economical to drive and the interior was perhaps the largest of any small car if have ever been it – it was rather uncomfortable to drive for any distance. The seat made my bum go numb. But as I don’t drive very far very often, the uncomfortableness was not a n overwhelming problem. It was not a great car but it was mine. I had no intention of looking at a newer car any time soon.

Last week on the way to work, a young student lost control of her vehicle, crossed over into my lane and smashed into me. Both of my airbags (and hers) went off. Neither car was going very fast and so no one was injured. Fire truck, ambulance, two police cars and the campus security all arrived fairly quickly. Even the sander came within ten minutes of the accident. While clearly the young student is responsible for the accident as her car hit mine in my lane, there was nothing that she could have done. The road was very icy; they tried to turn but the car just continued in a straight line. The college should have sanded the road before students and staff started to arrive. They didn’t and now I don’t have a car.

However my frustration is not with the college (although I do have dreams of suing them), it is with the insurance and car companies. Air bags are now required on all vehicles. They probably save lives. In my case all they did was give me a bruised rib cage that still, a week later, is sore. However I am willing to accept that if we both had been going faster, the air bags could have prevented serious injuries. But if we have to have air bags, why does it mean that when they explode we throw away the car? It appears to be an almost universal truth that if an airbag goes off, the car is written off by the insurance company. They are just too expensive to fix. How absurd!!! 

Those of us who are conscious of the environment and the need to stop raping the planet do everything we can to reduce the size of our footprints upon Mother Earth. We worry about recycling juice cans, wine bottles and tiny bits of plastic; we buy small cars that use as little gas as possible, we carry around our brightly coloured reusable shopping bags so that we don’t need to use plastic ones and we write on both sides of our paper and use toilet paper that comes from recycled products so we don’t kill any more trees than we have to. But when an accident occurs, in spite of our concerns all of that good work goes to waste in a split second when there is a car accident.

My car was damaged. But it was not so damaged that the tow truck driver couldn’t start it up and drive it to more convenient (and safer) location fifty yards down the road to hook it up to the tow truck. Yes it needed significant work done to repair the bumper, hood and both front fenders. but mechanically it was fine – it was repairable. It just, according to the insurance company, would cost too much to repair.

I somehow suspect that the insurance company does not have to calculate the cost to the environment of writing off a car. I know that people will argue that all parts of the car are recycled…… but you will forgive me if I remain somewhat cynical about that.

Car safety is important – but can’t we design and air bag that is cheaper to replace?

I am sleeping for awhile

I have been taking some time off from the blog and I am going to take a bit more time off..... I will get back around March 1st. Weaving and school work are consuming me.

But I can feel the open road calling me. It won't be long before I start to pack my bags.........

I am addicted and it is all my daughter’s fault…

I am addicted and it is all my daughter’s fault…

Well that may be a bit of an exaggeration. Well over a year ago my daughter bought a tablet. I was so impressed with the possibilities that a few months later I bought one for myself. I have used it a lot. I check my email on it in the evening, see what is happening on CBC, read books when I am travelling, and on occasion add to this blog using the tablet. On average I use it perhaps no more than 15 to 20 minutes a day. I need to charge it perhaps once a week. It is faster and cheaper in terms of electricity to use the tablet than it is to turn on the big computer for these small tasks. I only had downloaded one game (Tetris) and could go for months without playing it. I was happy with my purchase.  But all that changed at Christmas.

My daughter told me about Angry Birds. It is a silly little game. On the surface it is not much more sophisticated than the first computer games such Space Invaders. Of course the graphics are much superior but there is not much of a plot. There is no real strategy required and in fact relatively little eye hand coordination.  It has no redeeming social value what-so-ever. But like all things addictive it doesn’t have to have any positive uses.  Its sole purpose in life it to seduce one into spending hours and hours trying to get to the next level. And then when you get there, you start all over again trying to kill the damn silly, smiling, smirking, laughing at me green pigs.

Its OK. I am not taking it personally. I know that those insolent beady eyed little cartoon pigs are not really making fun of me. I have noticed however that more and more often I say to myself “I must stop – I just try one more time”, and then proceed to waste another 20 minutes before I tell myself that I have better things to do. The game sneaks into my subconscious sometimes as I imagine how I am going to blow up the structure and destroy them all. I even think about buying a better tablet that is more responsive to my touch so that I would have more control and therefore be able to more efficiently blow up those silly little green frogs.

So I think I am addicted. I am addicted to that wee little shot of adrenaline that burst into my bloodstream when I blast them into nothingness.  I am addicted to that impossibly small bit of satisfaction as I see my points and move on to the next level. I can see myself going down into that dark place from where there is no return. Spending all of my hours holding that 8 inch tablet, developing blisters and then calluses, forsaking my job and my friends just for the remote possibility that I may defeat the little buggers.

My only hope is that when there is spring in the air, the memory of what the sun feels like on my face will draw me outside and free me from this sickness.

First Nations

What an extraordinary day!! Or at least it could be. Hundreds and hundreds of leaders from Canada’s First Nations are in Ottawa. They are there to meet the Governor General, the Prime Minister and almost half of the Cabinet. What an opportunity to meet and to start a process that will for once and for all resolve the multitude of issues that face the 600 plus First Nations. My excitement and I am sure the enthusiasm and optimism of many of those leaders is more than somewhat tainted by the fact that Stephen Harper is leaving half way through to go to a meeting in Europe to talk about Europe’s ongoing financial crisis. Pity.

While one might want to suggest that he is leaving behind some ministers and the Governor General, it is well recognized that the former have little or no power to make decisions without their leader’s permission and the latter has little if any real power in the day-to-day operation of the Canadian Government. So a bunch of folks are going to make brief speeches. Some of them will talk about how much they have already done (and to be fair acknowledging the odd mistakes here and there), the wonderful potential in the future and that how we all have to work together.  Someone is sure to say that in the future things will be so much better. All that has to happen is people just need to stop complaining, stop living in the past and get on with it.

The other group will talk about the past, the failed promises, their visions of what could be and why those visions are critical to all Canadians. I don’t see a lot of common ground there. Which is really too bad as there are so many issues that can and should be fixed. Much of my understanding of what the issues are have evolved from conversations with drivers from various First Nations as I travelled across Canada.

I can remember heading towards Sault St. Marie passing by some scrub bush land. My driver said “see that land there along the road? We have been arguing with the Canadian Government for the last twenty years for that land to be given back to us.” I couldn’t see why anyone would want the land. There were no trees and it looked too barren to grow food. As one Canadian author said (I can’t remember who) “Thank heavens someone want to look after the land, we certainly haven’t!”  We really need to settle the land claims today. It is unconscionable that we allow the government to drag its negotiating feet for decades over land that we have already promised is theirs.

On another occasion somewhere around Hope BC I was given a drive by an ex-band council member. He was a progressive, enthusiastic Canadian. He knew there were changes that his community needed to make and he was frustrated that Band Councils were limited in their powers. One of his prime complaints was that there had to be elections for Band Council every two years. In his words “as soon as you got elected you needed to start thinking about the next election”. When we have elections every two years we complain. For good reason. It is hard to get anything done when the membership of the leading group changes so often. To make tough decisions you need some longer term stability. Maybe it is time that we let those communities decide how they elect their leaders. Maybe it is time that we stop telling people what is the best way. After the last 10 or so years in Canadian politics I am not too sure if we have the right to tell anyone what the best way is.

I remember getting a drive somewhere between Whistler and Lillooet. While he was reluctant to use the term, he was clearly an elder not only in age but in wisdom. He acknowledged that some of the problems that his community had were of their own making, but they needed the opportunity and the freedom to be allowed to solve their own problems in their own way. Actually on that one trip I met three elders all of whom guided me and talked about their ways. I listen to them talk about air-drying salmon in a traditional fishing camp in BC or berry picking in Northern Ontario and I listened to them as they talked about the changes they had seen. They had so much to teach me. Their generosity not only in terms of the drive but also in terms of  themselves was refreshing and inspiring. If only our government would listen to them.

I remember spending hours and hours talking to a man while I camped in a place called the Walbran Forest, which is not that far from Duncan. It is an old growth forest and camping there was quite magical. But it was made even more magical by the presence of this man whose life had been destroyed by residential schools but who by his own hard work had made himself get past it, to arrive at the point that he could forgive. He was ready to lead his community to a new understanding, a new relationship with both the outside world and the people who had destroyed his childhood. He too wasn’t asking for anything new. He just wanted the land to be respected and the old treaties to be honoured.

I wrote 90% of the above this morning…. Then I read the reports of who said what. I am saddened that so much of what I said turned out to be true. We are a better people than this. We must fix what our grandparents have done.