Justin, Justin, Justin
I toyed with my Conservative friend on the phone yesterday, pretending not to believe in facts/science/reality anymore and he got very excited and started going on about invisible hands and killing the environment before it kills us and so on and so forth and more the same et cetera et cetera.
He’s a member of Costco and owns a car and I enjoy the odd trip there for fair trade shade grown coffee beans and waffles.
The waffles are for my son, who appears to be on an extended staycation with us. Like Justin Trudeau, he doesn’t drink coffee. Like me, he doesn’t drink alcohol, either. And like me and Justin Trudeau, he doesn’t smoke pot, not these days, anyway.
He laughed when I told him that I think Justin Trudeau made up that whole story about smoking pot “five or six times, I can’t remember”, just to be cool.
Although now that I really stop and think about it, maybe he was trying to fit in with who he thinks the middle-class might be that he suddenly finds himself closer to representing than anybody else on the political scene in Canada.
Each your heart out Kate Middleton.
But seriously, Justin Trudeau seems like the sort of politician a middle-class mother of a certain age could have a bubble tea with, doesn’t he.
The Conservatives have just donated $1.5 million to one of their charities to erect a monument to the victims of communism.
Really? Just $1.5 million? Cripes, do we care about the victims of communism or not, Conservatives? How will their monument look next to the $250 million monument you’re erecting to the victims of capitalism in Lac Megantic?
Just kidding. Everybody knows that was an Act of God.
But that’s just it, whenever I say Conservative capitalism is the problem my Conservative friend says that no government is the problem and whenever I say that Conservative government is the problem my Conservative friend says that no the government isn’t really Conservative but yes he loves Stephen Harper and the Conservative Party of Canada and Sun Media.
Also, I think he has Adam Smith’s invisible hand mixed up with God like how Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys has God mixed up with Santa Claus. I mean, really, I can only hope that the NSA and China are both listening in on our phone calls because by the end we’re neither one listening to the other on account of we’re both talking at the same time and quite possibly contributing significantly to the War on Terror.
I do have to admit that it gave me a bit of a vicarious thrill to deny facts/science/reality. The more I went on about people doing whatever the hell they want and government just stepping off the further away from all those NDP shoulds about how to live I got and the lighter and brighter the world and its infinite permutations and combinations seemed.
As if that wasn’t enough, today someone posted a complaint by Charlie Angus on my Facebook about how Justin Trudeau voted for mandatory sentencing for marijuana possession and somebody else commented, yeah, but it was a whipped vote and nice channel change from the NDP’s incoherent policy, and then Charlie Angus was complaining again, this time about the media just being interested in personality and somebody else commented, so get a personality then, and yes, that somebody else was me.
Anyway, my point is (and you thought this was just one of my rambling entries) I’m trying to be more honest with myself these days about what I really think and how I really want to live while also being realistic about people doing whatever the hell they want – which – is why I want government. And I’m throwing out partisanship because why? Why be partisan?
Let them be partisan. Or not. But I like how Justin Trudeau seems to be adapting to what I want in a politician, I must admit.
No, say – I must say. Because I don’t owe anybody anything, least of all my vote.