Grumpy married Snow White

So, old guys, eh?  Loners, grumpy, ugly, anti-social…what’s there to like?

Well, if we are talkin‘ the old guys themselves, there is not too much.  Trust me.  I know some of ’em. Turns out, I am one.  Yuck!

‘Cept that ‘loner’-thing kinda keeps us hidden from view and, as a rule, we don’t tend to get as regularly underfoot as say, bookclub members or visitors or young people…ya know? I mean, there’s a lot to be said for some old dude hidin’ out in the forest who knows how to do stuff but doesn’t wander into the general marketplace of life very often.  He’s kind of a hidden natural resource.  Think Yoda.

OK, Shrek is close enough.

But, if we’re talkin’ about being one of them old guys, well, that’s another perspective altogether. Being an old recluse is a recipe for personal bliss.  ‘Specially, if you got a workshop and a beautiful, sweet wife who can cook as a bonus package.  Then?  Well, then it just doesn’t get any better. Shrek and I are both very lucky but I am the luckier of the two (have you seen Fiona?!).

As you can tell, you prescient ones, this is a slightly-late Thanksgiving blog.  It’s the end of the harvest season and, although we still reap and pay at Save-On, harvest at Costco, we still put away stores for the winter and we tend to hunker down some.  Now and then.

I.e: the fire is on every day now.

We got it partly right again and it was a bountiful, happy year for us.  And next year promises to be even better when the greenhouse comes on line.   We are thankful.   I am very, very thankful.  It was a very good year and our cups runneth over.

So do the freezers.  We got stuff.  Lots of stuff.  Frozen stuff.  And we are getting to that time of year when the sun don’t shine and we have crap stuffed in dark places (freezers). That means less electricity and inevitable thawing.  Or running the genset. Or eating a lot of frozen stuff. We are opting for eating our way out of this problem and then shutting off the summer electrical powered freezer.

Now there’s an OTG tactic I never considered – seasonal freezer use skillfully timed to coincide with depleting food levels.  Timing, they say, is everything.

Actually, timing is more than everything, it is critical to survival.  We are running out of fuel and, even though we are pretty frugal in that department, we still rely heavily on a small amount of gasoline for boats and gensets – especially in the winter.  And this month, we are cutting it a bit too fine. Fuel barge comes in a week.  We have three to four days of normal-use fuel left but, with care, we will make it.  I may look around for an extra tank.  I hate seeing the bottom of tanks.

Our summer friends are back in the city dealing with lawn care, doctors, socializing, visiting, Film Festival, bills, traffic, neighbours, rules, Starbucks and forced exercise regimes not to mention strata council meetings, parking, shopping and maybe even working still.   If not working then providing free day care for their working children.  Then there’s the doctor’s appointments that result from the first doctor’s appointments mentioned in sentence one.  Specialists, don’t you know?   Home, boat and car maintenance.  And the list goes on.

Well, not out here.  Out here it is quiet.  Sally quilts.  I look at Honda repair manuals. Scotch and Netflix follows a fabulous day and even better dinner.  It would almost be hard to be grumpy if it weren’t bred so deep into the older male’s DNA.

Nature knows what it is doing.

The team is back…

….we are ‘on’ the greenhouse again.  Work is progressing.  Things looking good.  This is a very positive step for mankind, if not just a little embarrassing for me.  I have to admit; I need Sal.  I need her nagging.  I need her strong pair of hands.  I need her ‘Let’s do this thing!’ attitude.  I even need her somewhat abbreviated attention span – such as it is: ‘Hey, look!  A squirrel’.

Don’t ask me why.  I just need it, OK?

The empire is slowly getting to the finish line.  Of course, it will never BE finished but the scope of the plan is almost complete, the planned jobs have all at least been started (save the guest bathroom but it is a must do and so will get done next) and we can kinda see an end in sight to major construction projects.  Which is good because we are already starting to see major maintenance projects looming up so, like I said, it never ends.

But it does slow down.  OMG have we slowed down!  Well, I have slowed down. Sal has been more distracted and, for the last year, by more than just squirrels and playing fetch in the middle of chores.  Now she has quilting on the brain.  Addicts have habits.  But Sally has all consuming obsessions.  And Quilting is looming to being the biggest one yet.

Anyway, she wanted to quilt and I am man, spell me m-a-n and so I went on to start the greenhouse a month or so ago without her.  Trust me, I did not go graciously to the site but, like I said, she was obsessed.  And so I had to go.

It wasn’t hard to go it alone. Not in the beginning.  ‘I can do this’.  Measuring long things without someone at the other end is a pain sometimes but not so much.  Lifting things into place is awkward and a smidge unsafe at times but planning your work eliminates much of that (or so I am told) and holding things in place while you put in a nail or screw can be tricky but, in a pinch, she would come out.  I started my work with confidence.

Best laid plans…mice…m-e-n.  

Even the first few mistakes did not daunt me.  Not too mcuh.  Mistakes are my mddile name.  I am comfortable with mistakes.  We spend a lot of time together.  Having to take the frame down more than once was getting on my nerves but, really, I am n-a-m and sllep me anyway that will just stay up for a $%$#@! second!

It got annoying.

“Hey, Sal….?  You know how you are always bugging me to measure twice and check with the plan or the directions and bugging the hell out me when we build with squirrels and crap?”

“Yes, sweetie.  I know I drive you crazy.”

“Well, it would appear that I need that.  I am much the worse for working alone.  In fact, I can’t seem to get anything done without your nagging and asking stupid questions.  I may even need to have the squirrels pointed out to me now and then.  I really don’t know at this point what the correct way to do anything is anymore.  I am shaken.”

“That’s fine.  I’ll put down my quilting and help.  Be right out.”

Whew.

“So, sweetie.  What are we building again?  Is this the greenhouse or the spare bathroom? And have you seen the fantastic Marigolds blooming so late?  Come see!  They are just beautiful, don’t you think?  Did you bring my gloves?  Do you want me to bring tea?”  

“OK, I admitted it.  I admitted it out loud with people nearby and I am sincere.  I need you. I really need you.  But surely that does not mean that you can immediately start the job with a string of goofiness.  Marigolds!  Please.  Not that fast.  Please….I need to adjust to it, the madness, the tangents, the questions….just give me a bit of time to get used to such stuff…OK?”

“OK, sweetie.  But what are we doing?  All I see is materials lying about and I thought you had been hard at work on it for the last week or so?  And so where is the plan?  And did you bring my gloves or not? And why are you being so mean to the Marigolds?”

Medically assisted suicide should be legal but there really should be a lot of checks and balances, ya know?  It should NOT be easy. Jus’ sayin’…………..  

 

Community Association

We have one.  Five people sit on the local board.  They meet monthly.  Half of them get elected every two staggered years. Their principle job is to manage and make decisions on the ‘community’ land and buildings that we have including the community house, the workshop and the gymnasium.  It’s not a big job but one of Murphy’s laws is that each job expands just beyond the time allotted for it so we get some ‘issues’ now and then.

Mostly the ‘issues’ we get arise from something other than the buildings and they can be anything.  If the local grant application for whatever needs support, our board may be the official community voice for our collective sentiment on the matter.  If someone wants to take the initiative on anything from a local business to a political stand or even apply for a grant, they would first try to get board blessing….that sort of thing.

The primary function of the board at the political level is that the regional district uses them as the ‘contact’ entity whenever the larger government presence wants to get our attention.

And they fundraise.  But they don’t do it actively.  It is passive fundraising.  They are always fundraising because they always need the funds.  Even a roof repair on an old building needs new materials and so there is a constant hand out and there is a constant dribble in. But they rarely ask for anything.  People just give a little now and then.  We sell our book at the local post office and the proceeds (after printing costs) go to the board. That sort of thing.  And several people do that kind of thing in different ways.  Plus we have a membership fee.  Plus you can subscribe to the community newsletter.  I have no real idea but I am guessing that the board raises in the neighbourhood of $1000 a year (not counting the odd grant) and that seems to keep us in nails and glue.  It’s a good system. Mostly.

Big projects are harder to do for a society that operates with a gross annual income of $1000 and a gross annual expenditure of $999.  The workshop renovation actually required applying for and getting a $11,000 grant (I think it was that much).  We did all the work, the money only went for hard goods, materials and such.  That job would have cost $50,000 in the city if it had been undertaken and we did it all for 22% of that.

I mention all this because this summer saw another small influx of new people join the larger community.  Probably gained almost a dozen now in two years.  And, at the last two annual elections, new people stepped up.  So, the board will continue.  New people will add to the synergy, the energy and likely add some good ideas as well.  We will continue to prosper small and live tiny Green.

We had no Harpers to depose, no real electioneering went on, I doubt that anyone actually even spoke at the meeting – not to GET elected, anyway.  They just put up their hands to volunteer and were likely voted in by acclimation.  They won’t cheat or steal from the funds, make stupid moves to rattle sabers at the other islands, they will balance the budget such as it is.  They will do their job.  There will be no corporate pay-offs.  No one will be charged with anything or have to resign. The RCMP won’t investigate or even taser and jump on any backs.  And the community will continue to welcome newcomers with open arms.

Democracy OTG style.

 

OK! Back to ravens and whales and poor construction

Sal’s (and mine) nephew and niece are with us.  And it is really great!  Yesterday, we hauled an old boat up on to the beach after first pulling a log into place on which to place it. Lots of heaving and winching and ‘making do’ with rocks and hammers and made-from-rebar spikes.  The beach was rocky and irregular.  The tide was not quite high enough but close.  A real ‘woodsy’ chore.  E wading into the lagoon up to her knees, J winching like a pig on steroids, me running a second winch and Sal pulling on ropes.  Up it all came.  We all felt like we had accomplished something.  We are back in the OTG game!

It’s Fall, of course, and a lot of OTG stuff slows down.  We still have a lot of chores to work on but the pace morphs from glacial to cobweb-and-dew.  We just don’t get much done on any given day but, overall, things still progress.  But part of our excuse this time, as you all know, was and is our pre-occupation with the election.

Which I will leave uncommented on.  You know how I feel.

But, here’s a bit on it in a directly related way: Sal was a polling clerk to the returning officer.  She had to ‘vet’ the voters and give ’em their ballot and all that.  She worked the booth with one of our neighbours, Doug (he will remain anonymous even when named because every other guy up here is named Doug).  They had the polling station set up at the old community house (about 800 sft) and were obliged to open up at 7:00 AM and remain open til 7:00 PM.  A smidge ‘over-the-top’ for an expected turnout of about 50 or so.  Still, the first couple were waiting at the door having arrived minutes before Sal and Doug.  It was 6:50. They had to wait ten minutes.   Doug is a stickler for the rules.  Everything is done by the book and done absolutely perfectly.

Bear in mind that Sal left home just after 6:00 AM.  In her small 11 foot boat.  It was foggy. It was dark.  And it was raining.  She couldn’t see.  She used her compass to creep up the coast.  I shone house lights for her to have a ‘bearing’ from which to navigate.  About half way there, the skies opened up and it dumped on her.  When she eventually climbed up the hill to the old community house, she and Doug met the first two voters in a cold, dark room and set up the booth and opened all the necessary books and ballots.  Over the course of the next twelve hours 54 people came in, most of them around mid-day.

I arrived at 6:00 PM and was the last voter.  I went up so I could see Sal home.  After the close of the polls, I scrutinized their efforts as a Canadian is allowed to do and I found the whole task quite confusing and complicated although they seemed to have it all together. It took an hour to count 54 votes, tally what needed tallying, seal what needed sealing, and doing the bureaucracy that needed doing.  We left the place at about 8:15.  It was dark.  It was drizzling.  We were several hundred yards up in the forest.  There were no lights.

We eventually got in our respective boats.  The wind was up.  It was pitch black.  We stayed close to one another.  We headed slowly home arriving there by 9:00.  Maybe 9:30 what with tying up boats and bailing and gassing up.

Normally – out here – the vote would go Green.  Out of 50 votes, maybe 30 would be Green, 15 would be NDP and the balance sprinkled over the Liberals and the Cons.  This time, the vote was strategic and the majority went one way – NDP – that party deemed the most likely to unseat the Cons.  Still, all parties registered votes.

Sally, the part-time post mistress and construction-worker, the burgeoning quilter, gourmet cook and book editor, the gardener, the OTG chatelaine and urban veteran retiree gone feral added elections officer to her resume.

And you wonder what we do all day out here?

I really must get back OTG stuff

I actually prefer to write about living OTG but, you know….sometimes it is just not blog-worthy.  Politics, on the other hand…..

So, just a brief bit on ‘the new era of the same ol’, same ol’.  Liberals, eh!  Can’t live with ’em….can’t seem to ‘shake ’em….waddya gonna do?  Marx said, “History repeats itself, first with tragedy and then with farce.”  

And, we are.  Farce writ large!

So did our neighbours, the Haitians, tho.  Repeat themselves, I mean.  They went for Duvalier l and then Baby Duvalier ll. How pathetic is that – even for a third world country totally corrupt and at the bottom of the list of functioning countries?  And the Philippines did it, too.  And Saudi Arabia.  Certainly the US seems hell-bent on running Bush Family repeats even tho the original sit-com was never very funny and ran to poor reviews right from the start.  Like Gilligan’s Island.

Anyway, any similarities between us, the USA and Haiti/Saudi Arabia/China/ The Phillipines and the long list of corrupt governments are purely coincidental (but not fictional) and no animals were hurt during the filming of these debacles.  Please contact this blog for real estate deals and other bargains impossible to believe.   

And, so now we are doing our own Beachcomber-type repeats with Trudeau Two.  Like the Toonie is to the Loonie, the son is to the father.  Can you spell ‘entitlement’?  Can you spell ‘establishment’?  You would think that in a nation of 32 million people the likelihood of a father-son leadership dynasty would be almost impossible.  Mind you, in a country with 320 million, they managed to do that with Bush l and Bush ll with Bush lll trying valiantly to make it a trifecta.

What a farce!

In a democratic society (so-called) the odds of that happening are astronomical.  And in any modern corporate-run country the odds of a lowly, barely employed high-school drama teacher making the so-very-premature leap to Prime Minister….?  What are those odds in a true democracy?  Unless, of course, the fix is in…….

Anyway….I am NOT as upset as this gross violation of real democracy would normally make me.  Not this time.  The previous bastard had to go and I would have voted for a trained chimp over Harper.  And I think one won!  But partly because we have not had a real democracy since Washington was elected.  I am cynical.  I don’t expect much.  This is a new low for Canada but still within my mud-bottom-level political expectations.  But also because NOT all monarchs/dictators/corporate puppets were 100% bad. Some of those corporate ‘appointees’ were reportedly somewhat benevolent.  Some leaders who cheated to get power did try their best to do a good job.

I think.

Hard to say, really.  We don’t really get the insider information, do we?  Especially not now that the media is virtually 100% owned by the same corporate establishment that makes the appointments.

Well, there are some small voices for truth like the Tyee, No Strings Attached, The Common Sense Canadian and their ilk.  Thank God for the rebels, eh?  In fact, I was sent a news link yesterday that reported dozens of ‘shedder’ trucks parked outside the PMO’s office the day after the Harper defeat.  Same for most of the Con MPs offices including a few under investigation.  Everyone shedding paper like mad.  So, it would seem that even the incoming party does not get to ‘see’ what went on when the losing party was in power. I guess we are all ‘in the dark’ most of the time.

‘Course, the RCMP were not seen stopping any of it.  Not even on the minister under investigation.  Quel Surprise!  When I told a seasoned journalist friend of the news link, she replied, “Business as usual. They all do it.  Every election.  Destroy the evidence.”

It’s a great system, no?

Bottom line: my cynicism is warranted.  If Trudeau brings in proportional representation, I will back off and apologize.  I think the corporate establishment can still corrupt that system but at least it would be an effort in the right direction.  Use the incidence (or lack of) real electoral reform as the indicator of hope.  That topic is the canary in the vile, stinking coal mine we call democracy.  Does it have a chance?

  

 

I am NOT tired of it…

…in fact, I love it!  I know the country doesn’t like politics, hates politicians and is generally ignorant of the ‘issues’ raised but I like it all.  I like it a lot.  I like everything about it except, perhaps, the photo-ops and the ‘non-speak’ babble that the politicians say ad nauseum. They never answer the question posed, they only answer with pre-established talking points and they basically mislead, obfuscate and lie.  And smile.  OMG….I really do hate the fake smiles.

More than anything, I hate the fake smiles.

But I still basically like the whole thing.

“Why?”

Because the people are more ignorant than dirt about most everything that matters but they aren’t stupid.  They know a liar when they hear one.  They know non-speak.  They know manufactured babble.  They know BS when they smell it.  They may not even know they know.  But they do.  The electorate has an instinct and it gets exercised at election time.  People make decisions.  They make choices.  They vote consciously or unconsciously but so long as they vote, they express themselves.

Most of them, anyway.

Some older people are blindly habitual with their vote.  They made their minds up long ago and they just vote as they always have.  These folks are the sad exception to conscious or even unconscious decision making (habit is habit) and the main reason we need young people to get out and vote. Young people initially carry their parent’s biases but, generally speaking, they vote as they feel or think.  And that is the change we need.

Put more succinctly, Canadians need to feel and think and vote their guts.

“Well, I vote my wallet and that means Conservative!”

Maybe.  But ask yourself the following, Mr. Con voter: do you trust those guys to tell you the truth about things?  Do you trust the Fords (one only has to lie with dogs to get fleas). Do you trust Duffy?  Wallin?  Is this a party with integrity?  They may be dollar focused but are you even looking at the truth about the dollar?  Vote for whoever you want but, if you vote for a liar, you have no idea what you are going to get.

“Well, I vote for humanity and sharing and Tinkerbelle so that means NDP.”  

Well, not so fast, Ms Pinko.  You have to know the facts before you pull the levers of power.  You have to have some brains.  You have to be rooted in reality.  Remember Sven Robinson?  Libby Davies?  Adrian Dix?  There are legions of those doofuses in that party (mind you, the Cons have Ryan Leef).  Vote for whoever you want but, if they are stupid, you have no idea what they will do.

“Well, I vote for moderation, compromise, enlightenment and good looks so that means Liberal.”

Admittedly the Liberals have played to the middle of the road most of the time.  I get that. But how ‘middle’ are you if you are corrupt?  How egalitarian are you if every contract is rigged?  How middle are you if you waffle on everything?  Don’t forget Ms Moderation, Canada has been mismanaged for decades and largely with a wishy washy, greedy Liberal at the helm.  Vote for whomever you want but very often the procrastinator is the only person on an issue that we know is wrong.

“Well, I am voting for the planet and Mother Nature and all things good.  So that means voting Green!”

Not really, Mr. Naive.  Greens are sweethearts.  I’ll give you that.  And Elizabeth May is the best MP ever to set foot in the House of Commons but don’t forget, she is alone.  OK, she has a turncoat for a stable mate but, essentially, the Greens are smaller than the aforementioned NDP’er, Tinkerbelle.  May simply represents our primal hopes and fears. We want the future to be rosy and we are afraid it won’t be if the old parties continue their scurrilous and wastrel ways.  And, of course, we are right but can Lizzie right that?  I don’t think so.

Based on results and history so far, the best leader in the race has been Harper.  NOT for anything he has promised or said out loud.  Not for the reasons he cites.  NOT for what he has done on purpose.  Harper is the best so far for one reason and one reason only: more than any Prime Minister before him, he has rejuvenated the voter to get out and express him/herself.  His legacy as a dictator, an oil-groupie, a mosquito on the international stage and as a bigot will pale next to the fact that he was so loathed by the Canadian public, they came out in record numbers to send him home.  I, for one, appreciate that.

Nice to see you all back in the voting booth.

Why do I feel this way…?

….like Harper could possibly still win?

Every single person I have spoken with over the past four years (one exception) has expressed a desire to vote the Conservatives out of the galaxy, let alone Ottawa.  But this was the same message I got when inquiring about the provincial election and Christy Clark’s Socred-Liberals.  No one wanted them, either.

It seems to me that I never hear from a supporter of the winning party.  Why is that?

You might suggest that I just ‘hang’ with hippies and lefties and so it is no wonder that I hear that message predominately but the truth is, I do not .  I have lots of Conservative (small and large C types) and most of my friends are NOT supporters of the NDP even though they support many of their policies (mostly because they find the usual NDP reps personally annoying and almost always brain-dead stupid).  If I had to gauge the politics of most of my friends and acquaintances, it would be Green with a very prudent fiscal leaning.  ‘My peeps’ are pro-local, pro-green, pro-peace, pro-small business and pro-community with a mild touch of compassion for the situational unfortunate but not the chronically unfortunate.

Me?  I am a smidge more compassionate than they are even for the forever-unfortunate because I, personally, feel like I lucked out, won the lottery-of-life and live in heaven with an angel.  So, yes, I am a bit of a pinko-bleeding heart but cauterized somewhat by experience.

But all that notwithstanding, why do I never meet a fan of Donald Trump, Stephen Harper or George W. Bush?  Some of my friends wanted to see Sarah Palin naked but I don’t think that counts.  OK, once I met a Texan who liked GWB because he was a ‘good ol’ boy’.  But that was just one supporter.  So, how do those folks win anything?

I don’t get it.

I wondered about ‘rigged’ elections and Jeb Bush’s Florida seemed to influence that suspicion when Al Gore gave up the election to George so easily.  And I still wonder about Christy Clark and how she won when the whole province swore they were voting NDP (mind you, I have rarely seen anyone shoot their own feet off so effectively as did Adrian Dix).

I guess what I am saying is this: ‘do I trust the electoral system?’

And, after looking hard at it, I have to reluctantly conclude that the electoral system as far as it ‘shows up’ locally is transparent and has integrity.  It is flawed but it is NOT corrupt.  I don’t wonder too much about the local voting process nor the local counting process.

Nationally?  What with computers and all?   I don’t know.

Before I end this musing I have a proposal to share that I would really like to get to Just-in and Tom:  Harper may win the most seats but not likely a majority.  So, those two can band together and take him down.  And they should.  But I understand the antipathy they feel for each other because I feel that way about them, as well.  I dislike them both as much as they do each other.  But, make no mistake Tom and Jerry, Canadians will not be happy in any way to have to go back to the polls because those two are so egotistic that they cannot cooperate for the benefit of the country.  That job is their raison d’etre for existing, n’est pas? To work on behalf of Canada and Canadians and NOT for each other’s own selfish ambitions?

So, here’s my solution –  form a coalition.  Invite the Green(s) and appoint Elizabeth May Prime Minister.  

Why not?  If there is a coalition, then they simply appoint the first minister amongst EQUALS as prime minister…right?  And she is an equal and she is in the coalition.  She is eligible and it would stand Mulcair and Trudeau in good stead for any future ‘run’ at the chair if they can show cooperation-without-ego for a few years.  It would do Elizabeth good, too.  Only Harper would suffer.

You heard it here first.

You won’t see it happen.

You won’t hear it said again either.  That idea will not get any air time.  It was just wishful thinking that somehow unselfish behaviour on Tom and Jerry’s part might give Canada a chance in this weird business we call democracy.

Teaching and learning

The computer is back!  I am back!  Still can’t work all the programs but it will come.  I feel an obligation to rip Harper a few more orifices before the 19th but he and the other Cons do such a good job of looking like idiots so much of the time, it feels that everyone must KNOW by now what nincompoops they are.  The mere fact that so many Con candidates don’t show up for all-candidates meetings should be enough to convince any voters of their complete uselessness.  They are opportunistic puppets who couldn’t care less about democracy, it is just a crap-shoot that might yield a high paying job for them. How this contingent of imbeciles ever got this far in our politics is absurd.

But I am starting with something more OTG first.

We have a small school up here.  Maybe ten or so students spread over four or five separate grades.  All of it under the supervision of one teacher covering two separate classrooms. She does a remarkably good job.  The kids are great, full of energy and keen to ‘do stuff’.

To be fair, part of the success is due to parent participation which is very high – there is a parent assistant for almost every day school is in and, because of the travel-by-boat logistics, the school operates on a slightly more intense 4-day week.  Teacher sleeps over in the teachers-cabin for three nights.  But parent participation is not restricted to parents-of-children-in-the-school.  Sal and I have taught several times this year.

Yesterday was our third day at the school in a once-every-Wednesday series on dispute resolution skills and techniques for the four oldest children.  We explained the basics of mediation and negotiation and did some demos and had them do role-plays to try to include what they learned.  They were great!  They grasped the concepts and engaged fully in the exercise. It was fun and very rewarding.

Two of our city-friends were with us this time.  They are here for a short visit.  They came to the school, as well, asked questions and participated.  They were impressed with the fun, energy and attitude of all the kids and the adults that were there.  Because this was also a mom-with-tots Wednesday, the hallway and the classrooms were packed.  A quick glance would suggest an estimate of ten adults and twenty kids altogether.

Think about that – remote, sparsely populated off-the-grid island, one teacher……minuscule general population and the school on Wednesday was like Grand Central Station!

When we published our book, the teacher asked us to speak to the kids about it and we did.  That was fun.  Until the class was over and the kids decided to share with us what they already knew about writing and publishing…which was more than we did!  There were four older kids (since moved on to boarding-in-the-city high school) and they had published and were in the process of publishing more fan(tasy) fiction.  FF is sorta like the TWILIGHT series….magic, romantic, supernatural, fantasy type stuff……  They each had a book out there and a few had two!  And so we spent another hour learning from them.

Bottom line: the kids are good.  We are old and dated.  And the learning/teaching lines are blurred if not reversed.  And all the adults that volunteer up there feel much the same way. FINALLY!  After all these years, school is interesting.  Took awhile.

I may be back…hard to tell….

The computer is back but, of course, the screen does not look familiar in the least.  In fact, I am lost in Windows 10 and only lucked back into my blog.  Bad-lucked, for you.

Anyway, I am gonna cheat again by copying Howard’s blog.  But I edited it some…

 

 

 

 

Howard Adelman

Forgive me for jumping out of my series on the Iran nuclear issue. But the issue of the niqab on which the results of the Canadian election may turn, is too important, precisely because it is so unimportant. For non-Canadian readers let me provide the context.

The niqab is the veil worn by a very small minority of Muslim women in Canada. Zunera Ishaq became the unsought for central player when Stephen Harper refused to admit her into Canadian citizenship unless she removed her veil or niqab in the public ceremonial swearing of allegiance.

The political issue arose over whether, when a person applies to become a Canadian citizen, they will be permitted to wear the veil in the public part of the ceremony. Of course, this is not how the issue was raised as part of electoral politics. The situation was made out as if it is about women being “forced” to hide their faces when they wish to become Canadian citizens and whether a person who hid her identity in public could swear an oath of allegiance. Or, at least, this is how our Prime Minister, Stephen Harper, and his partners in the Conservative Party in Canada framed the issue.

The following are the facts:

1.    Two women in Canada since 2011 have refused to take off their niqabs in the public ceremony, not in private, as a condition of becoming citizens.

2.    There is no law in Canada prohibiting the wearing of a niqab at the public ceremony where the citizenship oath is taken.

3.    The government of Canada issued regulations banning the wearing of face veils when taking the oath of citizenship in the public ceremony.

4.    Zunera Ishaq, clearly no wilting rose, took the Government of Canada to court over the issue.

5.    She won her court case and, just recently, in the Federal Court of Appeal, won again.

6.    The courts have ruled that the Canada Charter of Rights and Freedoms protects Zunera Ishaq from being forced to remove her veil during the public part of the ceremony and that she should be given the right to wear the veil in the public ceremony, become a citizen and be allowed to vote in the forthcoming election on 19 October.

7.    The latest ruling by the Federal Court of Appeal was on 18 September.

8.    The Government of Canada even lost the subsequent court case asking for a stay in allowing Zunera Ishaq her rights.

9.    Last Friday she exercised her rights, became a citizen and can vote in the elections on 19 October or in the advance poll.

10.  This is but one of a long series of cases where the current Government of Canada has sought through regulations to get around the Charter of Rights and Freedoms; the government has been thwarted at every turn by the Canadian courts.

11.  Note that, before participating in the public ceremony where the oath is taken, any applicant for citizenship must go through a number of steps to prove the applicant’s identity.

12.  Those steps include, in the name of the principle of political accommodation, that Zunera Ishaq remove her veil in private before a female official to establish her identity.

13.  The public ceremony is part of the ceremonial part of the occasion, one that if you ever attend is very moving for almost all participants.

14.   The Conservatives, as part of the election campaign, promised to “rectify” the matter by introducing legislation within 100 days of taking office that will require those applying for citizenship to take off face coverings during the formal ceremony confirming citizenship.

15.  They promise to do this without first hearing from the Supreme Court of Canada whether such legislation would be legal under the Canadian Constitution and even though the party, if it wins the largest plurality of seats, will only be a minority government.

16.  The Conservative Party has also signalled that it even plans to introduce legislation banning any federal employee from wearing a niqab when serving the public.

17.  Further, Catherine Loubier, a spokeswoman for the Conservative Party, stated that the niqab issue was part of the Conservative “agenda” as a well-established principle of the party, and that the party has simply benefited from a “coincidence.”

18.  It appears that this may even be part of a future plan to allow a Conservative minority government to be defeated on such an issue and call an election to get a majority vote for the Conservative Party.

19.  The real issue is that Stephen Harper is the one really wearing a metaphorical niqab behind which he has been hiding to distract Canadians from really examining closely his mismanagement of the economy, his destruction of the “civil” dimension of the Canadian civil service and the myriad of other issues on which he has a deplorable record.

20.  In Canada, and in Quebec in particular, the issue of wearing religiously identifying garments, particularly by civil servants serving the public, has become a contentious issue.

21.  In France, girls at school are banned from wearing a hijab, that is a headscarf, let alone a niqab. The Quebec Marois government, which introduced the Charter on Quebec values and laws against the wearing of “ostentatious” religious symbols or garments was bent on banning the wearing of any ostentatious religious symbols by Quebec officials and others in particular situations; this was in the French tradition of religious secularism, laicité.

22.  The main opposition parties came out strongly against the Government position based, not on whether they liked or disliked women wearing the niqab, but on the basis of human rights and upholding Canadian law and the constitution.

23.  One possible result, as established by polls, is that support for the New Democratic Party in Quebec, where the party has most of their members of parliament and the vast majority of Quebec seats, has fallen precipitously; polls initially indicated that much of that shift favoured the Conservatives given the politics of fear and blanketing the airwaves with pictures of ominous happenings as a woman dawns a veil. More recent polls suggest a more significant shift to the Liberals. Since Justin Trudeau holds the same position on the niqab issue – namely that it is being used as a distraction and wearing it anywhere is a human right as interpreted by Canadian courts,

24.  The biggest irony of all is that a very feisty Zunera Ishaq donned the veil, not in the name of tradition, but in the name of her rights as a private person, in the name of the secular religion of Canada and against the advice and even pleas of family members.

One cannot but admire how Tom Mulcair as leader of the New Democratic Party has handled the issue as a matter of principle in spite of the political backlash against his and his party’s views. However, while praising his principles, one can also be disappointed in the way he handled the spin on the issue. He based his objections on two foundations – first on the rights of these Muslim women and the rule of law in Canada. Second, he attacked Harper for using such a politically miniscule issue to arouse ethnic and religious fears in Canada and a degree of hostility to Muslims that is beneath the surface. His principles may be admired, but his ability at political counter-attack, at counter-spin, may not be. In any case, he may have lost support in Quebec for a myriad of other reasons.

Naheed Nenshi, the Muslim mayor of Calgary and perhaps the most popular politician in Canada, offered a very spirited attack on the Conservative position. He did so, not because he is a member of any other political party to the best of my knowledge. He was just absolutely appalled by the position of Stephen Harper and Jason Kenney, Harper’s leading cabinet minister. Nenshi made the following points;

1.    He personally does not like the niqab and wishes people would not wear it.

2.    The wearing of the niqab may not be, for the women who wear it, a symbol of oppression and of masculine misogyny.

3.    The government’s position is contradictory, for in the name of supposedly protecting women against the oppression of their husbands, their families and their tradition, the government would adopt the position of oppression to tell women what they can wear in certain circumstances.

4.    The government has far more important issues to debate in an election than what two women in the last four years have chosen to wear at a public ceremony in which the oath of citizenship is sworn together with a larger group of applicants.

5.    Those issues include the disappearance of large numbers of aboriginal women, an issue on which the Government of Canada refuses to set up a Commission of Inquiry.

In spite of Nenshi’s intervention, and that of many others, including very articulate Muslim women who would never wear a niqab, polls initially indicated that a majority of Canadians, not just in Quebec, supported the Conservative Party position. Léger Marketing found 82 per cent were in support of the policy nationally, and 93 per cent in favour in Quebec.

I am not a political spin doctor. But I would have advised a slightly different approach than that of either Tom Mulcair or Naheed Neshi or Justin Trudeau for that matter. First, as Nenshi did, I would have indicated that I do not particularly like women wearing a niqab  – but because I enjoy seeing the beauty in a woman’s face. Secondly, even though tattooing has grown in popularity, I have a very much stronger distaste for people who adorn themselves with tattoos and have been an oppressive father who banned my children, while supported by me, from ever getting a tattoo. Nevertheless, I would never think of passing a law or regulation banning this form of ostentatious personal identification by a civil servant, a student or an individual seeking to become a citizen.

But a tattoo does not hide a person’s identity. In fact, it establishes it more clearly – ask the number of criminals who have been caught because they were identified by the specific tattoo they wore. True enough, but the criterion espoused by Harper was his personal distaste for the behaviour of women wearing a niqab, since objective evidence and fact establish unequivocally that it is not an identity issue. I once had a woman who wore a niqab to my class and never had any difficulty whatsoever in identifying her, in fact even less difficulty than identifying most of my students – I was very bad at that very important skill.

The basic point is that my personal distaste, whatever it is and however much anyone agrees or disagrees with it, should not be the basis for making Canadian law or regulations. Further, it is not only I who say so. The Courts of Canada have ruled on this issue over and over again. My position on tattoos may be very appealing, especially to a number of older people who are appalled at the increasing propensity of young people to wear tattoos. But when it comes to public space and civil discourse, it is none of my business.

Mulcair and Nenshi attacked Stephen Harper for introducing such a trivial issue in an election because it was being used as a wedge issue for those who feared the influx of Muslims into Canada. That may be the case, but a vast majority of Canadians support Harper’s position and I do not believe they are anti-Muslim. They are against the practice of women wearing niqabs. The political issue, as opposed to constitutional one, is to focus the debate, not on their personal taste, but on principles, the laws of Canada and the rights of women. But one can best, I believe, shift the focus of debate only once establishing an identity with those Canadians who are opposed to women wearing a niqab.

The courts can decide what is lawful and not lawful with respect to dictates of the government re requirements of dress or tattoos. My personal distaste is irrelevant. Rights are. Respect for differences is critical. What is most relevant is Stephen Harper’s and the Conservative Party’s effort on tramping on what I believe are prime Canadian values – tolerance, respect, not just acceptance, of others – and recognition that I should never make my personal tastes, whether for vanilla ice cream, diet colas or niqabs, a basis for making public policy.

Why did Harper adopt this position? He certainly used it to sew fear and division, but the incident really fell into his lap. It had long been Conservative public policy. Therefore, it is doubtful whether the debate over the wearing of niqabs at public rituals when swearing an Oath to the Queen was intended as a wedge issue, though it was certainly played up for that use.

The explanation however lies deeper. Stephen Harper is a classical small “l” liberal when it comes to the separation of religion from the public political sphere and from civil society. His prime enemy is not socialism or the nanny state, though these are lined up for extinction. His main enemy is the secular liberal religion of human rights. He is a traditional Conservative or classical liberal who believe that religious affiliation, beliefs and commitments belong to the private sphere. Harper is not a member of the secular religion of rights or humanitarianism. He deeply and sincerely believes in Machiavellianism as the guide to practice in the public sphere. Faith is a private matter. The public believes, especially Quebecers, that religion must be excluded from public life. Harper adds to that belief a conviction that the public realm is the sphere governed by power, not by faith, by manipulation rather than tolerance, reasonable accommodation and inclusion. Harper practices the politics of exclusion and works hard to divide the public polity to gain enough support, even if it is minority support, to defeat those who have faith in the liberal secular religion of rights.

 

   

 

 

Going black…..

Windows 10 took me out.  Computer bleeding out.  Went to town for triage.  Comp in intensive care.  Prognosis not good.  Might be the end of me blog for awhile.  This message brought to you by way of Kobo.  Happy Thanksgiving, at least.  Hope to (gasp) see you (cough, cough) again……..Rosebud….