A
combination of the incompetence and arrogance of the governing Liberal
party, the unprincipled ambition of the Conservative and Bloc parties,
and the fatal flaws in the Canadian electoral system, is conspiring to
threaten the continued existence of Canada as a nation, and the
majority of Canadians are both unaware and helpless to do anything
about it.
For those not up on Canadian politics, here's a quick recap of where we stand and how we got there:
Mulroney's
arrogance and brinkmanship so infuriated Canadian voters that in the
1993 election his Conservative party was eliminated as a political
force in Canada, winning only 2 of 295 seats. After a decade of
floundering, the party was taken over three years ago by a right-wing
extreme group, an offshoot of the bizarre fundamentalist Social Credit
party, which had successfully preyed on Western Canadian alienation.
The current leader of this party is Stephen Harper, pictured above, who
in a speech a couple of years ago to the secretive right-wing Civitas
coalition made clear that he supports the dismantling of the "welfare state" and "rediscovering the agenda...of state values". His public record shows him
to be a Straussian neocon in the Bush/Thatcher/Reagan mold (he has
often stated his admiration for these three extremists). His positions
have been sufficiently unambiguous that a recent editorial from the US
right-wing Cato Institute fawned
over him as a "pro-free trade, pro-Iraq war, anti-Kyoto, and socially
conservative Gift from Canada". This editorial played so badly in
liberal Canada that Harper (perhaps at the behest of his spin-doctors)
quickly attempted
to distance himself from this characterization -- the one encouraging
sign that perhaps Harper is not as much of a wingnut as many of us
fear. Harper still proposes to reverse the new Canadian law allowing
gay marriage, to close down the Liberals' new day care program, and to
"rethink" Canada's commitment to Kyoto and to universal single-tier
medical care. He believes longer prison sentences (not gun control) is
the solution to gang violence, and is personally opposed to abortion.
Canada has an outmoded first-past-the-post
electoral district system that allows regional parties like the Bloc to
get 20% of the seats with only 11% of the votes, and underrepresents
national 'third' parties like the NDP whose 17% popularity consistently
yields only 5% of the seats. Proportional representation would fix
this, but the parties in power, who benefit from the
first-past-the-post distortions, are understandably reluctant to
introduce a system that would benefit their political opponents, no
matter how fair that would be.
So that's where we stand, going
into an election in two weeks.(January 23rd). If party support doesn't
change, Canada's 308 seats are likely to go as follows: Liberal 114 (a
loss of 19), Conservative 118 (a gain of 20), Bloc 58 (a gain of 5),
NDP 18 (no change), Independents/Vacant 0 (a loss of 6). Because of the
first-past-the-post skew, the Conservatives and Bloc with a combined
44% of the vote will have 57% of the seats. If these two parties are
unable to form a coalition, we will soon have yet another election --
there is no other viable coalition. The previous Liberal/NDP coalition
was 7 seats short of a combined majority, but governed by the moral
authority of their 55% combined popular vote until the witless leader
of the NDP, Jack Layton, was hoodwinked by the Conservatives into
withdrawing support for the Liberals and forcing this election.
The TV is flooded with commercials, heavily skewed in favour of the Conservatives (who is paying for all their ads?,
he asks rhetorically). But factor in the 'leanings' of the undecided
and nothing has had any real effect on the voters, except on moderates'
distaste for all the parties and their unlikelihood to vote at all.
This always plays to the extremists' advantage.
Canada won't end with a
bang. We don't do anything suddenly -- that's not in our nature. We'll
just wake up one day and realize that our federal government, which has
given us a social safety net, a solid national education system
churning out the world's most innovative workforce, a functional
universal health care system, a remarkable national transportation
system, a place of refuge for conscientious objectors from our southern
neighbour's warmongering administrations, and a consistently
responsible balanced budget, all far from perfect but all better than
most of the rest of the world has been able to produce, has ceased to
function. A Harper government, like the Bush and Mulroney governments,
will use tax cuts for the rich, and irrational defence spending to
bankrupt the federal treasury and impoverish future Canadian
generations so they won't be able to rebuild the social safety net even
if they want to. A Harper government, like the Bush and Mulroney
governments, will sell off the federal government's assets to corporate
friends at obscene discounts, and deregulate us into a laissez-faire
nightmare where corporatist social and environmental destruction will
spiral untrammeled and out of control. Even under the weakened Liberals
this has already begun.
We will then be America Lite -- still
bristling at the thought that we're just like Americans, but with our
assets even more substantially owned by Americans than they are today,
an economic colony with the fading illusion of relevant political
independence. Instead of being the potential role model for the 21st
century, we will be the country of great promise that was never
realized.
Last year Canadians voted Tommy Douglas,
former leader of the NDP, as the greatest Canadian of all time (Terry
Fox was second, Pierre Trudeau third). It was Douglas' vision, of a
country that cared for the weak and where we were all responsible for
each other, and his courage in fighting the forces that see all
government as evil, that helped make Canada unique, different, proud,
independent, and admired in almost every country in the world except,
ironically, our own. If he could see what we are about to do, with all
that we have and all that we have done, he would be filled with
despair. And Mulroney must be grinning from ear to ear to see Harper,
who charged Mulroney with abandoning true conservatism and who fought the
Charlottetown Accord for not going far enough, and then stole
Mulroney's broken party, now painting himself into a corner that could
leave him no alternative but to implement the essence of the dreadful Charlottetown
Accord and advance the separatist agenda just to keep himself in power.
I
still think it's possible that Canadians will stumble out of this on
January 23rd with a result very similar to the last election's. We have
good instincts, and 18 months ago we decided at the last minute that
the devil we knew was better than the devil we didn't. I'm a diehard
Green, but even I am wavering, thinking seriously about voting Liberal. Unfortunately our memory is short and
our appreciation of complex issues is feeble, so we are easily
exploited by the politically ambitious, and our political system perversely facilitates this. I'll report back on January
24th with my analysis of what happened the night before.
If
you have any aspiration to be a successful essayist, or newspaper
columnist, or if you think your writing is good enough that the legacy
media should be begging you to enrich their pages with your prose, read
this excerpt from the master, Margaret Atwood, best known as the author
of The Handmaid's Tale and Oryx & Crake, who many believe is the best writer alive in the world today. They would get no argument from me. Simply awesome.
Encouraging the Young, by Margaret Atwood I
have decided to encourage the young. Once I wouldn't have done this,
but now I have nothing to lose. The young are not my rivals. Fish are
not the rivals of stones.
So I will encourage them
open-handedly, I will encourage them en masse. I'll fling encouragement
over them like rice at a wedding. They are the young, a collective noun, like the electorate. I'll encourage them indiscriminately, whether they deserve it or not. Anyway, I can't tell them apart.
So
I will stand cheering generally, like a blind person at a football
game: noise is what is required, waves of it, invigorating yelps to
inspire them to greater efforts, and who cares on what side and to what
ends?
I don't mean the very young, those who can still display
their midriffs without attracting derision. Boredom's their armour: to
them I'm a voice balloon with nothing in it.
No, it's the newly
conscious young I mean, the ones with ambition and fresh diffidence,
those who've learned the hard way that reach exceeds grasp nine times
out of ten. How disappointed they are! And if and when they succeed for
the first time, how anxious it makes them! They develop insomnia, or
claustrophobia, or bulemia, or fear of heights. Now they will have to
live up to themselves. Bummer.
Here I am, happy to help! I'll
pass round the encouragement, a cookie's worth for each. There you are,
young! What is a big, stupid, clumsy mess like the one you just made --
let me rephrase that -- what is an understandable human error, but a
learning experience? Try again! Follow your dream! You can do it!
What
a fine and shining person I am, so much kinder than when I'd just
finished being young myself. I was severe then; my standards were
exacting. The young -- I felt -- were allowed to get away with far too
much, as I had been. But now I'm generosity itself. Affably I smile and
dole.
On second thought, my motives are less pure than they
appear. They are murkier. They are lurkier. I catch sight of myself, in
that inward eye that is not always the bliss of solitude, and I see
that I am dubious. I scuttle from bush to bush, at the edge of the dark
woods, peering out. Yoo hoo! Young! Over here! I call, beckoning with my increasingly knobbly forefinger. That's
it. Now here's a lavish gingerbread house, decorated with your name in
lights. Wouldn't you like to walk into it, claim it as your own, stuff
your face on sugary fame? Of course you would!
I won't
fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit
items. I won't change them into clockwork images or talking shadows. I
won't drain out their life's blood. They can do all those things for
themselves.
This excerpt is from Atwood's new book The Tent, just published this week, and was printed in yesterday's Toronto Star. I'm picking up my copy of the book today.