COPING: My response to the protests of health workers


It’s all the same, only the names will change
Every day it seems like we get lost …
I’m a cowboy, I ride a steel horse
I’m wanted, dead or alive

– Richie Sambora

When I was in high school in Windsor there were bad guys who broke into cars and stole stuff like stereos or whatever.

We did not rebut on them because in high school, we never rebuff anyone. This is unwritten code. You don’t.

I never got involved in this stuff, so I really didn’t care.

I heard later that these same guys had become cops in Toronto! (I’d like to put a big LOL! Here, but I know my editor wouldn’t like that).

A job is a job, I guess, and ultimately most of us, if not all, comply with it, don’t we?

Society is breaking us down and we are adapting as best we can.

I have had buddies who were successful in stocks and other business ventures and got rich. I have friends who use drugs, who have car accidents and who died young.

I have friends who were gay but never told me or anyone. A friend, an Irishman, had the most beautiful singing voice imaginable. He died of AIDS.

I have friends who have turned to Jesus, have become holy scrolls, and friends who have turned to drink. Not much difference between these.

I had friends who succumbed to depression and committed suicide.

The newspaper owners who were so mean they scared the paint on the walls, and us.

And journalists who could find a front page story at any time of the day or night with just a phone and a phone book.

I have seen these miracles and tragedies happen before my eyes.

But I was lucky. I had good, hard-working parents, with strong ethnic values, and a college education that paid off because I worked the summers at General Motors.

I was actually privileged in some ways and probably didn’t like it.

At this point, as an aging baby boomer, I’m supposed to say something derogatory about the fucked up world of today, in the There is no country for old people sense.

But let’s leave that aside.

The only thing that I don’t have and would really like… is hope. Good old fashioned hope.

The election of Justin the Younger in the disastrous COVID-19 vote of 2021 shattered me and took away any semblance of hope I had for Alberta and its future.

Take for example …

A rotten confederation deal that kills hard-working Albertans, people who made this province the envy of Canada and who never asked anyone for a dime.

According to National post, in just 11 years, Albertans have paid almost $ 240 billion to the rest of Canada in transfer payments, more than one and a half times more than British Columbia and Ontario combined.

Then there’s Trudeau’s obsession with being a world leader in the “fight” against climate change, an “ideological fixture” that is strangling the oil and gas industry.

To quote this wise old man, Rex Murphy:

“I would bet that there is no other government in the world, democratic or otherwise, that is as determined to harm one of the major industries of its country as the Liberal government in Ottawa. This position has stirred up Western unrest, created a real divide within the federation, and left those who have lost their jobs, or who are looking for work in the oil and gas industry, demoralized and angry.

On the provincial side of the UCP, it’s even worse. Leadership in disarray, incredibly low approval ratings and sharks going around in circles – the inevitable happens.

And what exactly was that mysterious meeting at YYC about?

CSIS agents meeting the Two Michaels, and, surprise, surprise … the court jester himself, without fanfare? Sneak in and out of town like a thief in the night.

No doubt he will try to turn this in his political favor – even if China has come out much stronger in the end. They have made it known to all the world’s leaders when it comes to foreign nationals they are ready to play hard.

Hope. Yeah, just hope, for something, anything.

While I hate imposing an unnecessary carbon tax, I turn a blind eye to the price of gasoline because I know it helps our provincial coffers. At least I hope so.

And I don’t care that restaurants have to charge more because they have to. Support local, as they say.

Speaking of which, on my last trip to Paris before COVID-19 (I was in France for the 24H du Mans race Рa trip on the to-do list), I came across a really good Italian restaurant. near Place de la R̩publique, and I have probably had the best Penne Arrabbiata of my life.

The waiter was also a lovely boy, a very nice boy from Naples who just happens to be my favorite football team.

Lorenzo was his name.

I told him to compliment the chief, and he said right away, “No, Mr. Dave… he’s still drunk and he spends all his money on prostitutes.”

It was all probably true of course, but the guy certainly knew how to cook.

And this, my friends, is the problem. None of these guys – not one in power today – can “cook”, so to speak. None of them are up to the task.

Except for Doug Ford in Ontario. Say what you want about the guy, but I think he did a good job dealing with the COVID-19 mess despite being criticized from all sides.

Yet the leadership vacuum in Canada – your proverbial bag of bilingual hammers – is surprisingly bad. And I don’t know why, it’s another column.

It seems we make better hockey players than politicians – maybe it’s because of the lure of money and power and a blatant lack of accountability?

And speaking of hope, I just can’t imagine trying to raise a young family in Alberta today unless you have some help.

The cost of everything is rising, house prices are skyrocketing, and jobs – well-paying jobs – are harder and harder to find.

Young people entering the workforce for the first time face crushing university debt, which runs into the thousands of dollars.

Then we have the daycare, which is a killer on its own, for the crissakes. To their credit, the Liberals promised to legislate on aid.

But for these young people, the outlook has never been so bleak.

On top of that pile of dung, finance guru Chrystia Freeland’s so-called “green reboot” of the economy will likely only add more economic uncertainty to an already bad situation.

Try telling a young couple with a baby, who needs to sell their house, live in their parents’ basement, and look for work, that the future is green and bright.

Never in Canadian history has a government been so out of touch with reality, so out of touch with reality and full of empty promises. It is the shame of our nation.

Any remaining hope, sad to say, has been brutally sacrificed on the altar of JT’s global warming neurosis.

And I’m concerned that the economy, as we know it, is headed for a waterfall bigger than Niagara.

With this group under control, what lies ahead is fewer jobs, higher prices, a lower standard of living and a wider gap between rich and poor. Not to mention a fractured country on the verge of becoming even more fractured.

As a buddy of mine recently joked, in a moment of desperation, “It’s sad when a government becomes your enemy”.

Absolutely. Anyone want to buy a car stereo?

Dave Makichuk is a Western Standard contributor.
He worked in the media for decades, most notably as editor of the Calgary Herald. He is also the military editor of the Asia Times.
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