On a recent road trip we visited the Revelstoke Railway Museum. It is almost as good as the Cranbrook Railway Museum.
As we entered the gift shop, we were confronted with a very post-modern Canadian sign. It set forth the usual acknowledgement to a local Indian tribe and noted, the land was ‘unceded,’ still owned by them. As usual, the casual affirmation that the Indians still owned the land, was legally and practically meaningless.
A recent Provincial Teachers’ Union billboard campaign is themed, “It Takes a Teacher.”
The campaign begs the question; It Takes a Teacher …to do what?
I fear for the host of a CBC classical music program.
While driving, I stumbled on CBC and some classical music.
The announcer, in his best FM voice, described the piece to be played next. It was by a Hungarian composer and conductor who lived in Germany and Hungary in the mid-1930s. The announcer told the story of this man.
I am coming to believe that many Canadians do not value freedom. They do not attach any importance to a right to demonstrate or speak their minds.
My soul is not improved by voting for Progressives. Neither is yours.
The worst was the RCMP physically restraining a reporter from the daily briefing by Justin, Trudeau the Second. The reporter was registered and properly certified as a member of the Parliamentary Press Gallery. But the reporter had filed a story unfavourable to the government.
Christ said, “what is mine, is yours.”
Modern Progressives say, “what is yours, is mine.”
Life is becoming difficult; I have now added a sounding of views on The Truckers Freedom Convoy to my checklist before committing to spending time with anyone.
Especially if I don’t have an easy exit.
UCP members were asked, “Is there anyone else you want to lead?”
Each member could imagine their perfect candidate and vote against Jason. He could not win.
At a recent online lecture hosted by Ralston College, Dr. Theodore Dalrymple talked about H.G. Wells book, the Time Machine. He reminded me of the Eloi and the Morlocks of that book. The Eloi elite lived on the surface of the earth, vegetarian, peaceful, effeminate, and shy. The Morlocks lived below, running the machinery of the earth; they were hard and physical people.