Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Battle River Crowfoot, as predicted, becomes the most significant non-event in Canadian political history.

 

Battle River Crowfoot, as predicted, becomes the most significant non-event in Canadian political history.

 

Last night, after watching the election results—which seemed predictable—I realised that the trolls of social media would be sharpening their knives at some of my commentary or taking the opportunity to turn their vicious rhetoric not in any way different from Poilievre’s against the voters of the riding calling them sheep, cattle, or any other derogatory term imaginable.

This result was anticipated mainly from the moment Carney announced the by-election. I spent much of my formative years in this riding before serving on Allan Blakeney's staff in Saskatchewan, subsequently working with Ed Broadbent in Ottawa, and later pursuing a career as a mainstream media journalist in Toronto until 1988. In 1997, I returned home to raise my four children, and I returned to this area without hesitation.

People here do things mainly to paint a fiddler on the roof example out of a long-standing tradition. Nothing wrong at all with that, and the members to which they have elected here reflect that same traditional sense of community-based populist politics that was given birth to in the depression by the CCF and the Social Credit movements of the day. This has not changed, and it is highly doubtful that it ever will.

I laughed at those who trolled Poilievre throughout this process and set their affections on Bonnie because that only served to entrench the community and wound up hurting Bonnie more than helping.

One good thing that came out of this was that the whole notion of a sovereign Alberta has been completely thrown out the window, garnering only 1.5 per cent of the vote share. We are Canadians and continue to be proudly so in Alberta, and that is something to praise and recognise.

Like anything else in Canada's political environment today, which plays out more like a night at good old WWF wrestling rather than positive political discourse, Mark Carney's honeymoon with the electorate will soon end, and the long line of social media trolls will be hooking and baiting him with as much hatred as that of Poilievre. This has already started with his decision to order striking Air Canada flight attendants back to work, which the courts will overturn, and his letter praising Donald Trump for the Putin Summit, throwing Ukraine again into uncertainty and instability.

Carney is now beholden to Poilievre to keep him in office and is busy passing as much of the conservative blue book as possible to keep the Conservatives happy. TC Douglas referred to this as a black cats and half white cats coalition, which was from Mouseland and referred to the time of the 1917 Union Government with the Conservatives and Liberals under then Prime Minister Robert Borden.

The next few months are going to be a very bumpy ride for most Canadians, and those thinking that this miraculous change is going to appear are going to be very disappointed, to the point where I think the next election will be another minority, with Poilievre as Prime Minister.

People in this country have become ingrained in this point-and-click mentality that flows even to the expectations of how rapidly changes made by the Government will materialise. It will take years, even generations, to correct the imbalance in both income inequality and economic instability that Canada now faces, which began in the mid-eighties. The problem is in today’s society, if it can't happen now, why even consider?

Politics has shifted so dramatically to the polarisation of opposite spectrums that it has become a battleground of name-calling, trolling, worthless rhetoric and accusations of wrongdoing. We elect Governments to work on behalf of all people to build a society which hopefully will be free of poverty, violence and neglect of one another. Perhaps if our politicians were made well aware of these needs continuously in a constructive manner things may indeed change. 


 

 

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Bringing About A Change and Journeying to Stormy Seas

 

Watching the wheels of life pass by, I realised that in less than 5 months, I will have reached my sixty-fifth birthday. Now, for those who don’t know me, I have always complained in between telling stories of my children growing up, the unfair balance of time that has gone by, and how it happened so fast.

 Sadly, my childhood was a time I would have instead let pass by. My starting point most thought was my time in the Navy, or my time working at the NDP caucus office in Regina, neither of which is true. My early twenties were but a host of indecision and painful anxiety. I didn’t know in the slightest what I wanted to do, or which direction was up or down. It would probably be fair to say I was lost in a sea of racing thoughts, and the desperate need to take charge of a life out of control and out of my hands.

A critical decision had to be made: either relocate to an environment conducive to effective evaluation and management of my situation or accept the ongoing risk of remaining in an ambiguous and unsatisfactory state. My journey began in earnest at the intersection of Elizabeth and Bay Street in Toronto, where I arrived with a typewriter secured to my backpack and a cigarette in hand. As I observed the bus departing for the prairies, which I had left behind, I recognised the significance of this pivotal moment.

My Editor was the next person to approach me, having spent approximately fifteen minutes searching for me throughout the bus terminal before discovering me observing my new environment. This marked a significant transition: I was now responsible for myself as I embarked on this new chapter of my life. While this change brought about understandable anxieties, I recognised that it was now up to me alone to address them.  

Adapting to a new situation presented significant challenges; however, Father Joe and Our Place provided valuable support during difficult times. Subsequently, Karen invited me to share my life with hers, marking a transformative period. As our family grew, ongoing adjustments were necessary, and my priorities shifted from personal interests to the well-being of my loved ones. For thirty-seven years, I dedicated myself to what many consider to be a profoundly meaningful undertaking, placing other pursuits on hold.

This morning, as my daughter Sarah left the house to return to her job as a reporter, and Karen left to go to work at the hospital, I was left alone to work on my blog, edit video content, and make changes to the radio station. Upon looking in the mirror, those same feelings I felt in 1985 of being in a life out of control and totally out of my hands began to resurface with all the same anxieties that went with it.

While relaxation and leisure are often recommended at this stage, such approaches do not resonate with my disposition. During these times, I am inclined to reflect on advice, especially that which Father Joe might have provided. Remaining idle is an option; however, I am continuously reminded of experiences from years past.

 My backpack, laptop, and digital equipment stand by as I determine the appropriate moment to proceed. This juncture marks a new chapter in my life, and I am prepared to move forward with purpose.

Battle River Crowfoot, as predicted, becomes the most significant non-event in Canadian political history.

  Battle River Crowfoot, as predicted, becomes the most significant non-event in Canadian political history.   Last night, after watchin...