Government Falling

Vancouver      Snow was falling as I hit Vancouver. That’s rare in this coastal city. The federal government had fallen as well. That’s more common.

Roy MacGregor, a columnist in the Globe and Mall, told a story about Ken Duff in Ottawa Centre, who upon hearing the news posted a sign on his property saying the following:

“To Election Campaigners”

“No politicians have convinced us that they are prepared to act in the best interest of Canadians and are only concerned about getting elected or re-elected.”

“We have no interest in hearing from you.”

“Please deposit any material in the box provided below but DO NOT bother us further by knocking on our door or attempting to communicate further with us.”

“While child poverty, sub standard living conditions for First Nations peoples, homelessness and many other important issues remain unresolved Canadian politicians prefer to squabble about unimportant things.”

“You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“Sandra and Kenneth Duff”

The last election had not been so long ago — less than 2 years — and polls indicated that the outcome of this contest was likely to end in the same finish as before, restoring the Liberals to power with the Conservatives somewhat behind and the New Democrats farther behind, and so forth, which would once again construct a coalition minority government. Nonetheless, there was a certain logic and charm to it all as seen by this traveler passing through town from one meeting to another.

Forcing the government to fall brought a real meaning to the “threat of exit” and put solid power in the punch of protest which is only possible for a minority party signaling to the majority and other coalition partners that enough is enough and too much means that there has to be a “do over,” even if the outcome might restore everyone back to their original position in line. John Young, ACORN Canada’s Executive Director, tossed out an estimate to me that the price of the election campaign was likely to run in the neighborhood of $300,000,000 CN. That’s what we call a bought lesson.

Watching the increasingly interesting parliamentary shenanigans by the Democrats in the US Congress as they try — late in the game — to get some debate on the Iraq war by forcing closed door sessions on the war and halts to other business, makes one wish that in certain circumstances one could simply get the politicians to move over and let the people speak. The Duff’s may have decided to sit this one out in Canada, but they had a choice and could have gone another direction.

The Canadian government is falling around the issues of corruption in campaign financing around an intriguing scheme to set up an off budget slush fund around the politics of Quebec separatism some years ago. In the United States Republican Majority leader Tom Delay can be indicted for high chicanery in fundraising for the party and Republican Congressman Duke Livingston from San Diego can confess to taking $2 million in bribes from military contractors and we can pretend its personal, rather than a political crisis.

Wouldn’t we all love to have a way to bring Humpty Dumpty down and all the Kings men along with him?

Go, Canada! Let it rip!

Jack Layton of the National Democratic Party, one of the party leaders vying for power in the upcoming Canadian elections.
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Trailer Search Saga

Shreveport      Finally after three months unable to live in your own home and abandoning home of a FEMA trailer, you take action rationalizing that at the worst you will have something over your head, a way to live while working, something to put out at the camp construction, or maybe someday a way to take a vacation and go somewhere — the desert maybe? So, after grazing the classified for weeks and several near misses on cheap “pop-up” trailers, I called on Sunday after Thanksgiving on something that seemed like a deal. Got a posse together, including Super Scott Hagy and Rambling Ross Fitzgerald from the CLOC road gang, who was in town for a couple of days of Iowa shore leave, and we headed for someplace past Bogalusa near the Mississippi line on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain.
Ross thought Bogalusa was a made up place that he confused with a rock tour or Tuscaloosa, Alabama, but it’s a paper mill town and a quite bastion of unionization — we had a hospital there and still have some nursing homes in Local 100 — in the piney woods.
A couple of hours later we had hooked up a 1979 Airstream trailer all 29 feet of it and we were on our way back to New Orleans to park it front of my house along with the rest of the rolling stock in a Bywater staging area.
We’re taking action any way we can.
November 29, 2005

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