I am continuing my tour. I am dumping my book off to “educators of ethics”. I am now short a book as I leave Vancouver Island.
This is because I have met an artisan who talks the politics of the day. She has an 18 year old son who is starting to get actively interested. He does not know how to get engaged. She is encouraging his interest in politics but is dismayed with the options and the history. But, after my patient listening to her explanation of her art and the story behind many of her pieces, I guess she feels obliged. Her face registers her concern, astonishment and dismay as she is given the short summary of my story in a period of minutes.
She says that she will read the book. And so, I eventually arrive in the Vancouver airport to suffer a six hour wait for another air plane, to Edmonton this time. I am one book lighter than I had intended, in my Edmonton baggage. But, the baggage of dealing with people who say that they are the epitome of ethics in my society is now measured by this.
It is better to feed the stone to the gullet of the willing bird-reader than to take the risk of throwing the same stone-book at a higher flying bird of our society. The risk is just having the book either ignored or “shit upon”, as a good friend on Vancouver Island often says. The high flying birds in our society seem wont to do that, shit on the story, without the book even being opened. Of the 18 "stones" delivered to eastern Canada's "epitome of ethical educators", 5 have been returned unopened. This happens despite the "registered letters", even to my old alma mater, suggesting that our "ethical" start to prove that they are. "No", the answer becomes, they simply do not have time.
This happens in Canada even as editors out of the USA indicate an interest in publishing this Canadian story but "next year", because they have already committed to "this year's" publication. This happens as Liberals controlling Ontario use our bureaucratic system to send more bureaucratic harassment while failing to meet the legal conditions of accessible and impartial justice, as set in international and constitutional laws. And fail the standard of these laws in electoral law. In my case, this has gone on since 2000 (visit the "About Law" button at http://TakeBackDemocracy.ca web page and the full story at http://JustBusinessTheBook.com ).
Think about this as our current "leaders" throw out idiocy about "getting tough on crime".
Think about this as you consider IF you should educate yourself to a story about corrupted democracy. Think some more about what follows as you try to decide IF you should take the time to visit the author’s diatribes on election 2011.
In the Vancouver airport, I was forced to suffer the Canadian version of the propaganda immersion that is detested, by "democratic us", in still existent communist nations. I walk by monitor after monitor. Peter Mansbridge is replaced sometimes by some cute lady of the moment with the same old news.
Jack Layton must suddenly find a new way to project that he too can be rough on crime so that his gains in the Quebec polls are not lost to mainstream party shouts that they WILL be “tough on crime”. I walk away from this hypocrisy. And, yes, I dare to call it even illegal hypocrisy because of what I have already posted at my TakeBackDemocracy.ca page, especially at the “About Law” and “Stop the Fraud” pages.
I walk away from the propaganda, but think on this real life parable that happens on the very next day.
It is April 19. It is a cold spring day in cold Edmonton. But, despite the briskness of the wind, I decide that I will walk to the University of Alberta campus. I have been cooped up in too many airports and cars. I need the exercise. It becomes an exercise in the exposure of the repetitive hypocrisy of those who say that they are best as Canada’s dictatorship for the, they hope, next four years.
Layton has crowed that Canadians need to vote for him because the Liberals and Conservatives have a history of broken promises. Layton stays silent to the history of his own party when it is empowered. In British Columbia. In Manitoba. In Ontario, in the days when now-Liberal traitor named Bob Rae was once the traitorous “leader” of a New Democratic regime.
The propaganda has been so rampant that even Layton and others think that they can get away with the premise that Canadians do not need good leadership so that the unforeseen can be dealt with rationally and responsibly. They have made “democracy” about “promises” that should never have been made in the first place. They care not that they are supposed to be leaders not readers of gutted entrails that have no significance to the real world that is developing daily.
And, on April 19, 2011, none of Canada’s wanna be leaders, including Elizabeth May of the Greens, will admit to the reality of what I then encountered.
I am walking back from the University of Alberta. I have already walked by a man who is slightly younger than me. He would be classified as homeless. He seems to be someone who could be me. He is “clean cut”. He is not clean, because he is obviously living on the streets. But he is not the ragged derelict who wanders muttering by. He seems sane and he has a system. He is working the double queue of vehicles passing by the island that he is walking down with his sign. He is asking for handouts “to survive”.
I am thinking that, in many cities, many will say that the man should simply go get a job.
And then I walk by the bar, the liquor store. There are signs assuring the public that a cold one will solve all of their problems. I am not a man who believes in prohibition. But, neither am I a man who believes that any corporation in my nation should be able to grow richer while in denial of the depth of the problem created by their dishonesty, to even their product, to the degradation of any human being.
I am barely past these signs when I see the lady. She is nearly a half block away. Still, I can see the bruising on her left cheek. There is a First Nation man, who is as beat up, staggering in front of her. He falls on the sidewalk and rests his body as she stops beside me. She is pushing the atypical shopping cart of the homeless. It is full of filthy old comforters and blankets. These are obviously their nightly shelter.
It is as I suspect. She pauses. Her friend is sprawled a hundred yards down the road. She asks, begs for a handout. I refuse to walk by. She is battered and bruised. I want to know who would do this to her.
She has the features of Inuit. Or Cree. Or Inuit Cree. She would be classified as a classical beauty of this race, if it were not for the swollen, blue and broken skin on her cheek. She starts off asking only for “$1.75”. I ask her for what. She says that she will not be dishonest. She wants it for booze.
I watch whites, comfortable in their attire, walking by. One lady pauses and turns. I am certain that she thinks that I am some dirty old man looking to abuse this woman further. I simply ask the battered lady if she does not have options. Oh, she does, she says. She could go to a place that would give her a prosthesis. I am shocked. She is not lying. Her right shoulder socket is vacant. I see the scars on her breast bone that indicate that she has had some major operations. I am looking into her eyes as she talks. She has also been to “rehab” and it has not worked.
“So, you need booze?” I ask. “Yes”, she says honestly, in a matter of fact tone. “You need it why?” I ask, “To take away the pain for at least a moment?” I see the sadness in her eyes. “Yes,” she admits. And her eyes are even sadder in the moment.
She is human. She is real. She is before me. There is no propaganda in this reality. Her pain is not in the physical being.
And this is the depth of the problem in this, our society of hypocrisy.
There is no leadership when the leaders abuse the system, take our rights away and then build bigger jails for this woman on the street.
I talk only a brief moment more. I ask who she is with and why I would give her money so that someone else would simply do this again to her. “Oh, that is my cousin!” she exclaims. “He did not do this! He is a gentle man! It was some girls who did this to me, about another issue.”
She is sober in the moment. Her story is too sobering.
I being an once-arrested man, do not even bother to ask, what did the cops do for you after this beating. I, a once-arrested man, do not even bother to ask, what have Jack Layton and Michael Ignatieff and Stephen Harper and Gilles Duceppe and Elizabeth May done to take away the lack of responsibility in a society that will build bigger jails just to get ladies like this off the street.
They all gladly take the money from booze companies so that the dishonesty can be propagandized in elections that are a farce when it comes to exposing the truth and the honesty and the role of dishonest politicians and their self-serving friends in all of this.
But, who is to blame?
It is us because we allow our politicians to make our electoral system a farce so that the voice of the woman on the street becomes inconsequential.
And that should scare the hell out of us more than the fear of the moment that too many have when they encounter the homeless on the streets of our nation.
Why? Visit my TakeBackDemocracy.ca page…. About Law? Stop the Fraud?
Will we have the courage to take back the rights that these criminals in Ottawa have taken away from us so that our elections become a plethora of propaganda, yet again?
Don MacAlpine
Box 127
NIPIGON, Ontario, CANADA
P0T 2J0
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