| The
question is whether we have become a
nation of lunatics. Let's hope not. But
the orgasms of media-inspired hype over
the death of Pierre Trudeau could
persuade the proverbial man from Mars
that we have. For several days, while
the orgy was taking place, I had to stop
reading most of the stuff in the papers,
except for the headlines. It seemed that
God was dead.
As I write, whole front pages are
still being devoted to pictures of the
rich revolutionary who, as some say
happily, "changed Canada for
ever". Sure. It was he more than
anyone else who destroyed English
Canada. Yet, the most flowery encomiums
and accolades known to man flow from the
media. And nincompoops grovel every hour
on the hour.
It went on, to the exclusion of
almost all else. The day after he died,
his face took up the whole front page of
the National Post. An eight-page takeout
included pictures of "A first
family for the times" . We were
shown Pierre prancing behind the Queen,
and there was a page by John Fraser
headed, "A mistress named
China," meaning that the dear
departed admired the China of Mao,
"that superb strategist", as
Trudeau once called the biggest mass
murderer of the 20th. Century. Not that
Fraser mentioned such a thing, of
course.
The next day, incredibly, there was a
12-page feature with another shot of our
hero covering its front page. This time
we were invited to read "The best
of Pierre Elliott Trudeau". But
that didn't include the time he told
young Canadians to emigrate if they
didn't like it here. Which they did and
are still doing, judging by the brain
drain. The day before the funeral the
first seven pages in the Post were for
Pierre, too.
It wasn't alone. The fever raged from
coast to coast and the TV was enough to
rot your socks. Many of us were forced
to take flight to the American stations.
It seemed that Trudeau was bigger than
John Kennedy, bigger than Winston
Churchill, and bigger even than the
air-headed Princess Diana, whose death
was another media-hyped event. It
wouldn't surprise me if a pyramid like
the one at Gizeh were built for him on
Mount Royal. Greatness is greatness, you
know.
I make no invidious comparisons
between our Top Canadian Of All Time and
the dictators of our time. But the same,
media-managed adulation could be seen in
Hitler's Germany, Stalin's Russia, and
Franco's Spain. Hitler could turn the
crowds out like no other German before
or since. Hundreds of thousands of
blubbing Russians filed past the
murderous Stalin's coffin, and no doubt
the Cubans will do the same for Castro
(another Trudeau favorite) who was due
to attend the funeral. Why not? Trudeau
thought he was great, too. |
It
is said that slaves often admire their
masters. That may be why so many of them
thanked him for having given us the
Charter of Rights and Freedoms, through
which, as the Globe & Mail noted in
calmer days, you could drive a horse and
cart because it restricts our rights and
denies our freedoms, which is what it
was intended to do.
As Kenneth McDonald pointed out in
his book, "The Monstrous
Trick," it is in the French
tradition, not the British, and it
replaced the flexible Common Law. What
we have now is an unelected judges' law.
"Human rights" laws that are a
travesty of justice flow naturally from
it. As Mr. McDonald wrote, the Charter
is not worth the paper it is printed on
as far as freedom of the press is
concerned and "the ever-intrusive
state has many ways of denying the
freedom it 'guarantees'. "
Once you have sold your freedom you
can't buy it back. But if the current
bloated media coverage means anything,
Canadians don't want to buy it back.
Those other nation-destroyers,
immigration and multiculturalism, were
also highlights of Trudeauism, and Allah
forbid that anyone should question them.
Doing so puts people into the
"racist" stocks, where
Trudeau's cohorts can throw shit at
them. Such policies have led to our
minister of finance attending dinners
put on by Tamil terrorist supporters,
and to Sikhs ganging up against Whites
at party nomination meetings. Plus
drive-by shootings and other violence.
Yes, let us also lament the death of
the man who set us on the road to the
biggest national debt, per capita, in
the western world, not to mention our
great half dollar. And in addition to
praising famous men, let us praise
abortion on demand and the
sanctification of homosexuality.You
know: the nation has no place in the
bedrooms of the nation, nor for that
matter in the schools.
The Liberals will probably use this
second round of Trudeaumania to call an
election, which the Globe & Mail
assures us will be a shoo-in for them.
Well, madness breeds madness. Into the
loony bin with the lot of us.
Thanks Pierre, and goodbye. Give my
regards to God, if there's still room
for Him up there. |
