Complacency In A World Gone Mad Is Madness


Some people think I’m too political, too easily angered by social inequality, and the machinations of Machiavellian leaders, both politically and in the corporate world. Some think I should stop getting myself all wound up when I read news or statistics that scream injustice is being done – to anyone, anywhere. After all, they say, what can YOU do about it anyway? May as well play another game of Sudoku, have a nap, or scroll through Facebook looking for pictures of cute kittens and puppies.  Relaxing-GIF-2015_1

Keep your head down, they say. Keep your voice down. If you personally are not ready to throw your own hat into the ring, shut up and eat the gruel. Otherwise you and your family may find yourself targeted by those in power, who have the ability to investigate your words and actions, make life difficult for you through quasi-legal measures, and/or arrest you for speaking your mind.

Welcome to George Orwell’s 1984, finally here in 2015. Big Brother IS watching you. He’s trolling social media, and tapping the phones of anyone he pleases. He’s quashing peaceful protests and jailing innocent bystanders. And using the resources of a ‘grateful nation’s’ tax dollars to do so.

We’ve been lulled into complacency. Broadcast and social media keep tossing the inconsequential, the absurd, and the petty transgressions of pop stars into our daily lives, neatly obscuring revelations of injustice and criminal misdeeds.

In reference to the dismantling of Canada’s national broadcaster, the CBC, Prime Minister Stephen Harper has been quoted as saying, “Well, first we’re going to get them on their knees and then we’re going to restructure them.” This could just as easily be applied to how the civilized world has been broken, and is indeed being restructured, into a nation of people too addled by frivolity and too frightened of consequences, to demand justice and social change.

Those who oppose the new status quo find themselves ridiculed, even reviled, for daring to speak up. Is it any wonder that peaceful protests are so rare, in the face of rogue policing, corporate manipulation and outright legalized disparagement?  police brutalityThose who question find themselves shouted down by the louder voices of those who firmly believe that it is only through brute force that the masses can be contained. Those louder voices need to keep the money and the power flowing through the right veins.

We must ask ourselves, why have we let politicians and corporations carve up the planet and remake it to best serve their own interests? And when did the pursuit of triviality overcome our own basic need for justice? Yes, it’s tiresome to react to the horrors, both legal and non, that we read about daily. But the situation is only going to get worse if we don’t demand answers. We need leaders with global vision that goes beyond their own narrow beliefs and lust for power.

And in order to get those leaders, we have to get our heads out of our own backsides, and demand more of ourselves and of those we’ve put into power.

(for more info on the destruction of the CBC, here’s a blog I wrote in November 2014 that might be of interest:)

https://bobsegarini.wordpress.com/2014/11/23/roxanne-tellier-death-by-a-thousand-cuts-why-you-should-care-about-the-cbc/

Snu


Can’t complain – the weather was worse in November than December. I didn’t miss the snow at all on Christmas. And the first thing I did on New Year’s Day was look out the window, and cry out for joy at the lack of whiteness.

But all good things must come to an end, and today, alas … there is a smattering, a dusting even, of powder. New Snow. Snu.    light snowI lived in Alberta as a child, and 12 foot drifts of snow were not uncommon. I trotted off to school in below zero weather wearing knee socks. It was a ‘dry cold,” they said.Neige_Montreal

As a mini skirted teen in Montreal, my thighs were perpetually red and chapped from the damp snow and winds. We slogged thru the slush and dug our toys and pets and cars out of the billowy white blanket of snow, snow and more snow.

One of the draws that brought me to Toronto in 1976 was the fabled meagre toronto snow1976snowfall. It seemed every photo of Toronto in winter featured a parade of jacketless men and women delicately high stepping through barely an inch of the white stuff. Could it be? Did people in Toronto not even own snow boots? Lured by that promise, I started a new life in the Big Smoke.

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And for a decade or two, it did seem that Toronto was the Promised Land for a winter hater like myself. Proportionately, there was definitely less snow than in Quebec, and the people pretended politely that the snow was of no consequence. Many fellows affected long shorts throughout the year, whatever the temperature. Toronto snubbed its nose at winter; if you pretended it wasn’t happening, maybe it would go away.

But, alas – all good things come to an end. The late 90’s and early 2000’s held a wintry nip in the air, and in 2013, we had an Ice Sicestorm 2013torm of epic proportions that brought the city to its knees for nearly a week. It had begun. My winter days in Toronto were numbered. Climate change will chase me out of Ontario.

Where to next? How far can this delicate flower run to escape the winter blues? I’m waiting for a gentle breeze to waft me away from this land of snu … Bermuda beach

Election, SchmElection. Who’s Listening To The People?


The government was brought down today in an historic vote of ‘non confidence’ – the first in Canada’s history. So we’re all heading to the voting booth again, for the fourth time in seven years.

As I watched the members vote, their faces gleeful, I saw a bunch of school kids, happy for an early day, and a better way to spend their Spring vacation than a trip to Cabo. These ‘respected’ members of Parliament threw papers in the air, and generally behaved like a gang of five year olds. And oh joy, we get to vote for the ‘best of them’ in just a few months. It’ll cost us about $492 million for their Spring Break, so I hope we all really enjoy it. The cost for the last 4 elections – in the billions.

Meanwhile, in Alberta, a condo building was declared so unstable that the tenants were allowed a mere 15 minutes to enter the premises and retrieve whatever belongings they could grab. Shades of “Queen for a Day!” Apparently the foundation and construction is so faulty, that it has been declared to be too dangerous for even construction workers to approach. The building will be torn down. The tenants, buyers and renters alike, are now homeless, and without any earthly possessions. None of the people who actually profited from the sale, be they the developer, construction company or sales agents, will take responsibility, so the case will go to court as scores of good people go bankrupt, or throw themselves on the mercy of family or the government for the basics of life.

So, how do I feel about the upcoming election? I’m furious. I don’t think the present government is much good, but I have no faith that the next group will be any better. All of those elected are protected from Canada’s reality by good jobs, fat pensions, and ZERO accountability. Please don’t tell me that they have their fingers on the pulse of the electorate, because it is very plain that they are the elite, not representatives of the public. They live in a rarified atmosphere. Wish I did, but until I finally win a Lotto, that great opiate of the people, it’s highly unlikely.