I have been so dismayed and dispirited by the Governor-General's decision to allow the Prime Minister to prorogue Parliament, and I become so enraged when I hear Harper or his minions spouting their vicious, divisive lies, that I've decided to forego politics for the next few months. This means not listening to political talk shows, or news about politics in Canada, not writing letters-to-the-editor, and not writing anymore political blogs. Instead, I shall be posting poetry and pictures expressing a more positive outlook on life.
But I need to vent just a bit longer, to express it all, get it out, and let it go--or at least let it out on a long, long leash.
Since I was prepared to tell Stephen Harper that he must accept the Governor-General's decision, if it had gone against him, I must accept it myself. I do--at least, I accept it philosophically, in that I accept that the democratic process does not always produce what I consider is the best result; nor do I call for any change in our Parliamentary system because of it. But I accept it with a heavy, heavy heart. By her decision, the Governor-General has delivered the country into the hands of a man who borders on megalomania in his obsession with destroying all opposition; a man who is a liar, a coward, and a bully; a man who doesn't hesitate to write off Quebec and stir up the West because he thinks he will benefit thereby; a man who is very likely complicit, directly or indirectly, in criminal acts in the taping and publishing of an NDP caucus conference call.
This is a man who, after mouthing platitudes about working with the opposition, deliberately went out of his way to provoke them, and when it backfired, took the coward's way out by asking for prorogation. Some Tory supporters have referred to prorogation bringing about a 'cooling off' period. Nonsense; the Tories will go on spewing their attack ads, telling their lies, and stirring up hatred against Quebec, throughout Christmas and beyond because they think it will be to their advantage. Harper and the Tories don't care that they've introduced months of uncertainty into people's lives; uncertainty which will hang like a black cloud over the holiday season; Harper and the Tories care for nothing but themselves, and attaining greater power.
If Harper ever gets a majority, watch out. He will balkanize the country by downloading all federal spending on social and other programs to the provinces, leaving a gravely weakened federal government responsible mainly for defence and foreign affairs. The concept that Canadians have a right to the same level of health, education, and other public services wherever we live in the country, and that federal tax dollars should be invested to ensure that right is realized in practice from coast to coast to coast, is utterly foreign to 'firewall' Harper who, driven by his Alberta-bred, corporate-supporting ideology, and spurred on by his partisan zeal to avenge Trudeau's National Energy Program, would reduce the country to ten provincial fiefdoms.
It amazes, as well as appalls, me that anyone can believe Stephen Harper will provide stable government. Over and over again he's shown that his lust for power, his hair-trigger temper, his vanity, and his hubris, will always lead him to go one, or more, steps too far, and create havoc where none need exist, as he has so recently demonstrated. Encouraged by the Governor-General, he will become even more insufferable; he will lecture us in that dead, condescending voice of his, spinning truth and facts into a tangle to obscure his real intentions. And I predict that in the new year, he will find some way to stick it to the opposition again in order to either trigger an election (he must feel he has the Governor-General where he wants her; how can she refuse a request for dissolution when she wouldn't for prorogation?), or to achieve the complete domination of Parliament that he craves. The man can't help himself; he is addicted to power.
I loathe Stephen Harper from the bottom of my heart; I devoutly hope to eventually see him hoist by his own petard; and I wish him a long and miserable life in which to repent of his sins.
There, I feel better--lighter, more cheerful--already. The next blogs will be poetry or photos or perhaps both.
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