Fuschi’s Canadian Forum

If Dalton McGuinty’s Liberals were car manufacturers, they would think nothing of trying to market a car without an engine.

This is the clear impression left by the Ontario throne speech. (Probably called that because it appears to have been written in a "throne moment".) Having committed to 20,000 new post-secondary education spaces, McGuinty indifferently admitted that he had no idea how we were going to pay for them. What’s an engine, anyway?

That he would do this is not a big surprise. Recall that his recent drive to implement full-day kindergarten, - at a projected eventual cost of $1.5 billion yearly - also came without pesky financing details. And, in case you have not yet had enough, let’s also remember that Dwight Duncan told us that they would get around to assessing how they would pay the deficit piper, ..sometime later on. What, me worry?

It is hard even for someone like me, - who never for a moment expected a cogent, realistic fiscal/economic plan from a Liberal - not to be awed by the monumental indifference of the Dalton Gang. Where Bob Rae was in high seas clearly beyond his depth, and quickly being abandoned by his favourite ideological lifesavers, these guys don’t appear to give a damn. They are not even faking a plan for redemption. Their only grasp on reality seems to be their consistent effort to buy the last available vote of Ontario’s teaching establishment.

Commenting on the challenge presented by his pie-in-the-sky promises, McGuinty admitted that "finding the money will not be easy." Even for a man used to fabricating stories of an incredible green Ontario where jobs will grow on renewable trees, and power will come from millions of propellers mounted to everyone’s beanie hats,… this piece of fudge is a mouthful. Personally I believe his plan for more revenue is far more transparent than that.

When the HST is in place (because the people of Ontario laid down and let it happen) and the federal government is in charge of collection, it will also be the recipient of blame from unsophisticated critics. At that time, the latitude for rate increases will be as high as the sky.

I’ll bet a dollar that the picketing crowds of people who had just discovered the word prorogue, shared an unspoken guilt about their comfortable public dependency. When I saw my first anti-prorogue crowd, on the weekend, I was in an Ontario town reputed for its artsy industry. This is not about the town, so I have left out the name. To me it is significant that such a reaction was bred in that town, because the people who took part in these protests across the country, are the real message. It should come as no surprise that the artsy crowd has yet to find a conservative they like, or that the rest of the aggrieved were likely the usual suspects. I’ll make that two dollars if the picketers were not overrepresented by members of the teaching cartel, unions, public services of all kinds, and so on. All of whom have been nervous for four years, since the Conservatives formed a minority government.

It was certainly not about something they previously thought was a Slavic dish - proroguies. It was about the natural fear that any well-remunerated public dependent has about a Conservative government. The fear that someone in that government might notice how grotesque the settlements garnered by this segment of the population are, compared to the survival act being put on by everyone else. That fear will intensify when rumours of belt-tightening are being heard. It will always make you a potential, anti-conservative picketer behind any false front, hoping that the latest whim may gather the legs to bring down the enemy. It will drive you easily to the bosom of the Liberal opposition which has bought you for life, however inane their accusations.

So is there no justification at all for the outrage - that which has motivated the country’s professorial ranks to reams of rhetoric on the undermining of our democracy? Sure, they have a point, if a bit belaboured. I just wonder how many of the same crowd considered our constitution and democracy to be in peril when a previous administration saw fit to hide its illegal use of taxpayers’ funds by dispersing it through clandestine exchanges of brown envelopes. I don’t seem to recall professorial outrage or picketing public servants then.

 Aided and abetted by Canada’s lefty MSM, and a registry of Facebook Liberal malcontents, the people orchestrating the “great” prorogue outrage are trying vainly to convince the rest of us of something incredible. My hands-on observation, from three consecutive attempts to gain a federal seat, is that the average Canadian gives a fig about parliamentary procedure. The most often heard words during my canvassing – within two weeks of the election – was that they had not yet explored issues, and would decide closer to the voting date. This, then, is the raw material with which the natural party in-waiting, has to work in trying to build outrage over the absence of animals at the parliament zoo.

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What do Ontario and Oz have in common?

Answer: The wizards which rule(d) them both, relied on illusion to satisfy their subjects’ need for leadership. The wizard in the story, hid behind a curtain of phoney smoke and thunder, and magnified his voice in the presence of supplicants, to inspire the illusion of benevolent power. Similarly, Dalton McGuinty, has enacted a myriad meddlesome edicts designed to flex his power on behalf of some segment of the population which was willing to be lulled by a corresponding promise to "gain a little safety" in exchange for an apparently expendable bit of "essential liberty". (Benjamin Franklin’s words in quotations.)

The crowning similarity lies in the fact that behind each illusion there is no substance. The wizard of Oz was a doddering old windbag who needed the illusion to maintain control. McGuinty has been all too free with our essential liberties in exchange for the votes of those who were conned into believing that some new safety was gained. The reality of life in Ont has never really been clearer than what we have just witnessed in the culmination of the Caledonia lawsuit. The couple, Brown and Chatwell, were physically and legally abandoned within the confines of the lawless area of Caledonia which the natives had occupied. Now that their rage has legally threatened to expose the truth, they have had their silence purchased by McGuinty’s henchmen. Just when the smoke and mirrors behind his lawful Ontario was beginning to expose him as the coward he is.

The extent of lawbreaking by the natives in this sordid episode, is well chronicled. What is becoming horribly clear is the way in which OPP were ordered to stand down in the face of any illegal action, by a gutless provincial government. Open displays of arms, damage to private and public property, barricading of public throughfares, violent attacks on police and media(!!!), threats to the lives of Brown and Chatwell, and on and on… were all ignored. But police throughout the province had time to: stroke with the same brush the province’s social drinkers (it only takes one drink to become a criminal); ensnare thousands of drivers into an oppresive and illegal "stunt driving" law; snoop over the activities of public places to enforce absurd smoking laws; enforce dangerous pet edicts; be on the lookout for criminals spraying their lawns with weedkiller,… and on and on.

For the illusion of safety which each of these meddlesome and consequential intrusions delivers to the suckers that buy them, thousands have had to pay a steep price in fines, or even unemployment. When the job of keeping us safe against the onslaught of real lawbreakers, is required, a cowardly premier hides behind his curtain of illusions, and ignores real plight. The Caledonia solution has, all along, been to appease, buy silence, and wait for the fog to hide the truth. This wizard has now been exposed as a gutless quack who remains ensconced in his seat of power only because spellbound Ontario has yet to clear the fog from its eyes.

The good news is I survived to bury 2009. The bad news is, many of the things it broke are still broken.

I will be flying soon and by the time I arrive at my rest destination, I will need it. Because the world is populated by a percentage of nuts, we will all be treated like nuts. Airport security checkpoints work much like our gun registry. Enormous resources are squandered to ensure that noone with two arms and two legs is overlooked as a potential bomber. Meanwhile, the obvious identifying traits of bomber nutcases as revealed to us by experience, are ignored. Also ignored are all the telescoped words and actions of the nutcase (as happened at Ft. Hood), and warnings by third parties (as happened with Abdulmutallab). First it was belts, now be ready to remove your underwear. 

I was as disappointed by Obama’s victory as I am whenever liberals win. However, I was ready to give him a chance, on the hope that a man who was so instantly deified by the worlds gullible, did indeed have the power to produce some good. It is clear now, that no such thing will happen. He is a smooth-talking amateur, and when the world sees that he cannot walk on water, America’s problems will multiply. All of his good words will not diminish the damage done by typical liberal spending policies. Some delusionsional ideas - like the notion that government healthcare intrusion will lower costs!!!???- will quickly meet the brick wall. Expect the dollar to drop to new lows, as America’s creditors start to get nervous, and interest rates to go up. Another market crackup looks likely when the rates rise.

The global warming lunacy demonstrates to modern western society, why radical Islam is a disease which anyone can catch. Not because the warming crowd is ready to start strapping on bombs (at least not yet), but because the mental sickness which adheres one to fanatical causes based on delusional foundations, can inflict any of us. A dozen prominent people - Gore, Suzuki et al - can precipitate a stampede of lemmings to the economic precipice, on the flimsiest basis. World leaders, whose global fervour is suddenly doused by the climategate revelations, continue on to the great climate koolaid quaff, as though nothing has happened. There, they parade naked in front of the world, suspicious that someone can see they have no clothes, and yet afraid to be the first to break the spell which hides them. We may yet have clear evidence that this is all a fraud, but only economic pain will force our naked politicians to put on some clothes.

Let me end my prognostications with a well deserved word about the McGuinty government. Shit!!… There, I feel better. McGuinty will go down in history as the biggest meddler, and most inept bungler Ontario has ever seen. Unfortunately for us, all that he has broken will most certainly stay broken for quite a while. In fact, the HST is not fact yet, so we have yet to reach bottom. Harper’s government (which I still support in spite of the fact that my comments to them about the HST, did not even merit a form letter) is complicit in this disaster. They have set the wheels in motion, left us to the mercy of McGuinty’s tax marauding, and gone and hid under the bed. Not even a word of common sense or advice by which to mitigate the inevitable damage. They deserve to lose Ontario support over this. McGuinty will certainly meet his Waterloo, and not a minute too soon. Don’t expect him to do anything new with the fresh tax windfall. He will continue to buy public sector support (full-day kindergarten) just as he has throughout the six year decline over which he has presided.

Hugo Chavez sat in front of the warm glow of his gas fireplace in a bedroom resplendent with ostentatious décor. No Dickensian minimalism for Hugo – the boudoir basked in the warmth of the gas flame and bright lights twinkled off the golden candelabra and chandelier which enriched the sense of well being. One might say that it was positively carbon-excessive.

At about midnight, as he lay under heaped silken covers and his eyes were beginning to close, a great rattling, drumming din awoke him. His head rose up, and as his eyes focused on the apparition before him, his jaw dropped involuntarily. “Wh.. who are you?” he stammered at the fearsome figure that stared down at his bed.

It replied with a cavernous voice, “I am the ghost of capitalism.”

The ghost was festooned with an indescribable clutter from the fall of capitalism, but the most visible were the empty oil drums shackled to his legs. “Why are those there?” stammered Hugo. The cavernous voice  replied, “They represent the stupidity of Venezuelan leaders who gave their oil wealth away just to spite the “northern gringo”. “But that was to help the masses,” replied Hugo.

At this point the ghost shoved an empty oil drum under his rear and towed him through the air to a dismal place. A hungry, destitute Venezuelan family, sat around a table sharing a meager, harsh-leavened loaf of bread and on the table rested an open newsleaf. Hugo’s picture appeared at the header and the body of it proclaimed his great successes in appropriating the steel industry and banking industry and cement, electricity, farming, and more to come… so that these entities would belong to all the people. His greatest triumph was the closing of critical media outlets.

“Only the ghost of capitalism walks the land of Hugo Chavez,” stormed the apparition. “And what has your way done for the forty percent who toil below poverty level?”

Before Hugo could speak, the two were whisked  across the Atlantic on a gust of wind, and came to rest in an empty field. Old, rusting farm implements stood abandoned. No sign of farmed vegetation could be seen as dust swirled, but as the pair drew closer, dark lumps on the ground could be identified as human bodies – bloated and rotting, and picked apart by carrion eaters. Visible around their heads and upper bodies could be seen the vicious hack marks of a machete.

“This is the work of your Copenhagen accomplice, Mugabe. Do you remember his words?…”it’s we the lesser mortals of the developing sphere, who gasp…and eventually die”. Indeed, he is making sure that they eventually die, especially when they oppose his larceny and inhumanity.” As he spoke, one of the bloated bodies belched accumulated gases through some opening in its decaying frame. “And that belch was not from the “capitalist gods of carbon” whom his highness rails against. There are no capitalist gods left anywhere near this wretched place. Only the devils of another political culture capable of the evil and butchery that is couched behind the placid words of socialist politics.”

With a final hollow wail, as if from the depths of an empty cavern, the apparition pointed a gnarled finger ahead of them. “See what awaits you,…you groveling wretch!” At this the bent, quivering figure of Hugo Chavez lifted his head and looked across the face of a new, bleak landscape. As the wind howled, he could see a row of poles sticking high above the desolation, and from each hung a lifeless body. “Approach your friends Hugo!” bellowed the ghost with the affirmation of a sword through the heart.

As Hugo staggered near the high poles his face contorted in recognition. Stalin, Mussolini, Mugabe, Hitler, Arafat, Castro, Che….and on and on. Each a past lord of total government control for the good of the people.“But,… what is this ?” uttered Hugo. They did not all die this way. Castro lived to a ripe old age. His way was a success to his country,… as mine shall be.” He spat this in defiance.

The ghost then dragged Hugo on his last grand tour. Without mercy, Hugo was exposed to gut-wrenching visions of official torment, through the dungeons and cells of each of the interminable failed experiments by governments who kept an iron leash on their people. For the good of the people. He was dragged over the bloated bellies and bones and maggot infested reality of the starving and wretched subjects of the world’s Mugabes. And he was forced to labour in the wretched work camps of desolate societies which had succeded in killing the life out of capitalism. And finally, he was forced to view the lifeless, violated bodies of those socialist tyrants before him, who had finally succumbed at the hands of those they had tormented. The last face he saw, was his.  

It appears that Baghdad Bob has found new employment. Remember Baghdad Bob, the Iraqi information minister whose job it was to glorify the exploits of the Iraqi army at the expense of the US forces. It appears that he is now being employed by the UN and the global warming crowd to spin new tales about mankind’s imminent demise if we don’t ante up sacrifices to the climate god. He must have surely contributed to the poster icon of the Copenhagen summit. The earth’s globe is reduced to a blackened landmass surrounded by red, fiery seas. That means that I misunderstood. I thought we were talking about a few degrees per century, not a thousand degrees overnight. But hey, what’s a little hyperbole between activist nutcases?

Then, there are the schoolchildren, all in a row with the banner message that says “people want a fair ambitious binding deal”. Probably the same children Bob used to depict typical Al Qaida operatives in the face of ravenous American troops. How will we know it is a fair deal? When the developed nations have been reduced to the same beggar status as the climate change recipients? Will a couple of trillion dollars siphoned into the pockets of the world’s Mugabes, suffice as “ambitious”? How will we bind the nations, like China, who are playing the talk game, with no intention of doing the walk? Will we attack them? And how do we get the Mugabes to spend their climate receipts in beneficial ways, when we can’t even control the billions in aid benefits they already receive?

In this maelstrom of (the end is near) hyperbole, let me be the first to admit that I’m overreacting. There really is no need for me to be cynical because so many consummate cynics are doing a superb job of it at the Dopenhagen summit. Al Gore is vying for another nobel prize by dowsing Climategate. Evidently, exchanged instructions to suppress facts, “trick” results, destroy evidence and persecute dissenters, were “out of context”. Certainly, and the correct context is the damage it will do to the legitimacy of his nobel reputation, and income. In spite of all the spin, and obvious suppression of truth, one thing is clear. No one representing any nation of true importance in the global salvation formula, looks like they are about to be suckered into giving the farm to the supplicant nations, on this pretense. Environment minister Prentice is a case in point. His promise is to do everything necessary to save mankind…as long as the US does it first. Will Obama’s bs amount to anything substantial? Not unless he wants an impact with a looming debt wall.

All those who have not drunk the Al Gore koolaid will be thinking, by now, that the Copenhagen junket is still on schedule because of inertia rather than logic. Or perhaps, that it was a good time to be had by thousands of people and you will only be able to pry their cold, dead hands off the airplane tickets. Otherwise, the recent revelations about climate scientists cooking the books, should come as good news. These scientists who have shocked the world with statistical acrobatics, are the very people who can plunge this world into an orgy of misspent trillions. Now, if sanity prevails, the hot air crowd will no longer be giving directions to the lemmings approaching the edge of the abyss.

I have believed all along that the scientific community’s circulatory system relies too much on grants, to keep it alive, and that makes them suspect in the delivery of any cataclysmic news that is likely to inflate their importance. But there is more than money involved here. A profession that must survive on handouts, will be the first to believe that the redistribution of wealth is generally a good thing. (That’s why so many teachers are dangling off the left edge.) This allows the climate change hysteria to become a grand cause, accomplishing the castigation of free enterprise (which shackles them to sundry profit driven causes), aid to the world’s wretched (everyone’s favourite conscience soother), and the transfer of authority to a new world socialist movement, all in one shot.

So their motivation and actions are not that big a surprise. History is full of socialist movements which relied on solidarity amongst the activists, and suppression and persecution, of the skeptics. And - entirely in character - they are all cheerleaders of some lunatic, economic boondoggle. All of these traits are in evidence here, and the boondoggle is of a proportion which would humble even Jean Chretien. Imagine the lunacy of putting a crushing burden on the productive industrial “polluters” of the world, as ransom for their continued “polluting”, and sending the money to the Mugabes of the world because they have not yet had the chance to pollute. The only visible outcome of pursuing this Lewis Carroll fantasy, would be to replenish the Boeing and Mercedes fleets of the world’s beggar tyrannies. As to the decrease of global warming, it would come to pass after the great bonfire of wealth had consumed itself.

Finally someone is taking an interest in the plight of Little Red Riding Hood. Unfortunately it’s the wolf.

The above statement is analogous to the sudden interest sparked up in the attention span of the UN’s Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC). Suddenly, after swallowing their feet and standing petrified in the headlights of an oncoming scandal, they are interested in investigating the allegations made against the data fudgers at the Climatic Research Unit of East Anglia U. We should all beware of their sudden, wolfish interest. There are already enough fast fingered deleters at the CRU. According to hacked e-mails, they were ready to destroy evidence of their massaged statistics if the sceptics got too close to them. No good can possibly come, now, from entrusting the IPCC with the safety of this evidence. This bunch are locked in amorous embrace with the fraudsters of the CRU. Both wish for the same outcomes, and both have shown the same propensity for massaging numbers. (Like the claim that 2500 "scientists" endorsed the IPCC’s report on climate.)

So far, no time has been wasted by all those who drink the Al Gore koolaid, from statisticians to MSM, in attempting to minimize the damage. Suddenly, the statistics which have anchored the IPCC report and the infamous "hockey stick", are no longer "important". There are other substantiating data. Sort of like, if you don’t like our principles, don’t worry, we’ve got others. And where will this data come from? If all the accumulated evidence from climatic data collection facilities all over the globe, cannot provide the preferred conclusion desired by these global meddlers, where will we look next? In Wiarton Willie’s lair?