Monday, 24 December 2018

A scorpion in my bed

Like junkies in withdrawal, we look up to the ruling class in a desperate search for meaning but, no matter what we find, we cannot get enough. Hungry for more, we cling to what stories make us feel good and, whether true or fake it doesn’t matter, as long as we can fill the void in our starving souls.

Admiral Massera, Lt. Gen Videla, Brig. Agosti - Argentine ruling junta - March ,1976

Our elected despots are denying what is good and just and true. They are behaving badly. The result is anger, uncertainty, jittery markets, investments in peril, projects cancelled.

Che Guevara, Fidel Castro, Camilo Cienfuegos

In my day, when the despot disappointed the generals, a coup d’√©tat would follow. After the Mattis fiasco, what will the American generals do?  

The blue wave arrives in January. If the government resumes the job they are paid to do, the wave will not improve the despot’s mood. It will be like placing a scorpion in his bed when he needs medication.

So it is with our faithful leader, Justin Trudeau. In a time of tanking oil prices, with his blatantly unjust allocation of provincial equalization funds, he has managed to alienate the Albertans to the point of apoplexy. And this time around we don’t have Peter Lougheed to kick the east’s ass. 

What will Albertans do? How will we react?

As a Banana Republic expat, this is the big question.
What are the consequences?
We’ll soon find out.

Merry Christmas.

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